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just-a-sewer-goblin · 4 months ago

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Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 10 Wheee this one is slightly over 2k words. I hope you enjoy it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also I'm still shit at spelling, you're welcome to point out mistakes to me. We've come to the day of the concert. Also! When Simon thinks of you as "little" it is a reference to your height compared to him, your weight does not matter. If he's taller than you, then you're little to him. I don't make the rules. Warnings: Simon on a motorcycle, yearning, you two need a warning in general Part 9 | COD Masterlist | Part 11

The next time Simon is graced with your company outside of the shop is the day of the concert.

He already told you that he’d come and get you on his bike and your eyes had sparkled with excitement. It was rather surprising, that little shy you would be so excited at the prospect of riding on his bike with him but he’d rather take that than you being unhappy with it.

He arrives at your place and before he can get in his head over how he should greet you he takes off his helmet and gloves, shooting you a quick text that he’s there (heck yeah, he secured your number, doesn’t matter that it was for the sake of organizing going to the concert).

The entrance door to your home opens and Simon catches a glimpse of you. Clearly you’re explaining to Wraith that he’ll have to stay at home and he can’t help but grin triumphantly. You trust him enough to go somewhere without your mutt. He’ll be your guard dog instead (if only you’d put a collar with your name on him).

Finally you turn to him and close the door behind yourself. You brush invisible dust off your clothes, the gesture awkward and self-conscious. He prays you don’t feel how heavy his gaze is when he lets it drag across your figure. Goddamn he’d never have expected you to dress up like that. But man, is he glad he gets to witness it.

You’re so precious and pretty, no matter what you wear but he finds a part of him hoping you didn’t just dress up for the concert but maybe a little bit for him too (please). You’re so beautiful you outshine the goddamn sun. No, wait, that phrase doesn’t suit you.

You’re no sun, no bright blinding light and he doubts you’d want to be that.

You’re a moon, he decides. His own personal moon. Silently reflecting the light of day at him, comforting him in the darkness. Inoffensive and distant (he’ll find a way to get closer). He doesn’t need to shield his eyes from your brightness for you are not blinding. You are awe inspiring. Someone that silently waits to be admired and doesn’t demand attention (though he suspects you’re no fan of attention either way).

Sometimes you’re fully yourself, sometimes hiding behind clouds and sometimes invisible altogether. Simon will always find you though. Even on a new moons night. Even when you don’t want to be found. Now that he’s caught sight of the full moon he won’t live with only seeing it once a month (or rather only seeing you twice a week for a few minutes in his shop).

When he takes in your appearance again a soft smile settles on his face and he finds himself thankful for his mask for hiding the stupid lovesick expression he’s wearing.

You stop before him and tilt your head up at him. God he really could just snatch your small form up and keep you with him forever. The way you’re clutching your phone in your hands abruptly catches his attention. He wonders what that is about.

“Hi, sweetheart.”, he murmurs and you nod, still clenching your hands around your phone. Suddenly concern overcomes him. Did you change your mind? Did something happen?

“Talk to me, sweets…”, he implores gently, nodding in the direction of your phone, thankful that no one can hear how soft his voice is. Only for you.

You look up at him, your eyes flickering with something he can’t exactly pinpoint. “I want…”, you begin and your voice fails you. It reminds Simon of the first times you interacted and suddenly he’s very aware of what a difference your dog makes.

With Wraith by your side you barely hesitated to speak your mind, but now that you’re alone with Simon it feels like all the progress you two made has gone down the drain. One day, he’ll travel to the dark side of the moon and uncover its secrets but until then he’ll merely try to help you not to wane.

“What do you want?”, he encourages and gathers his own courage to put his index finger under your chin when you look down again. The way he lifts your chin is tender, as if he’s afraid of breaking you if he handles you too roughly (he is, something has broken you before, he suspects, and he refuses to add to old wounds). “You can tell me.”

Your eyes meet his and you swallow and square your shoulders as if preparing for battle. “I would like to send my friend your phone number and a picture of you as well as where we’re going.”, you say slightly shaky.

Simon’s hand falls from your face and he grows still. Very still. Suddenly he feels cold. He can see you shuffling your feet in place.

“You… Want me to let you take a picture of my face?”, he asks slowly and you look down, your shoulders hunching slightly. If he wasn’t so stumped he’d try to comfort you but his own heart starts racing.

“I trust you…”, you begin. “I do. But we’ve only really met one time and I am about to climb onto your bike with you and it would make me feel a lot more comfortable if my friend had… something in case … in case…” You don’t finish the sentence.

The air grows tense around you two as Simon regards your hunched over form. Is this your deal breaker? Will you not come with him if he says no? Does he want to say no? What would happen if he let you take a picture of his face? The thought makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

The way you’re withering under his gaze is more than enough proof of how uncomfortable you are too. And despite his own discomfort Simon doesn’t want you to feel like you have to hide from him.

“How about a deal, sweetheart?”, he asks slowly, trying to break through the tension.

Your eyes snap back up to his, wide in surprise at the fact that he doesn’t immediately dismiss you. You nod jerkily.

“No picture.”, he says and he swears you nearly flinch drawing even more into yourself. His hand finds your chin again, making you meet his eyes again. The touch comforting and warm, trying to convince you without words that he is not upset at your request.

He needs you to see his eyes, he needs you to see that he means it when he continues. “You can send her my number and my address, hell, I’ll let you send her a picture of my ID. Anything you need to be comfortable, sweetheart. Anything, just… no picture of my face.”

The way your eyes are searching his make him swallow and he wonders if this is where he loses the bit of trust you’ve started putting into him.

“Your license plate…”, you mumble. Cautiously your own hand comes up to cup his that ensures that you’re meeting his gaze.

“No picture of your face, Simon.” He can hear you take a deep breath. “I’ll send her your address and pictures of your bike’s plate.”

Something in his chest splinters at that, something rotten and ugly. Something he didn’t know was still there. It crumbles and suddenly he breathes easier. How come he wasn’t aware that he didn’t have to fight for his comfort? That the two of you would find a compromise this easily?

Just like that the tension is gone, something warm and soothing settling around Simon’s heart. Why does something so small make him so happy?

He studies your face, the way he can feel your skin against his fingers and suddenly without thinking his thumb raises to touch your lower lip.

Torturously slow the pad of his thumb glides over it. The gesture is subconscious, a thank you, a need to feel something more of you. His throat is awfully dry when he swallows, eyes fixed on your lips. “Yeah, sweetheart. Of course. Thank you.”

The expression in your eyes is unreadable and you seem just as caught in the moment as he is. You go to say something, your tongue darting out to wet your own lips, catching his thumb in the process.

He inhales sharply, freezing once again. His thumb remains on your lower lip, soft and inviting. It’s probably creepy, the way he stares at your mouth, but he can’t help it, not when every part of his body screams at him to touch you more to take you in his arms and lay some sort of claim on you. Kiss and bite and nip on your lips so everyone can see that you belong to someone. Belong to him (you don’t though, you don’t belong to him, yet).

Simon tries to be courteous and respectful so before he does anything stupid he closes his eyes tightly, praying that you don’t feel the subtle shudder that runs through him at the feel of your tongue on his skin.

It’s hard to imagine what you’re thinking when he’s like this, utterly frozen, eyes closed tightly, his eyebrows furrowed. The hand that’s holding his squeezes slightly.

“Simon?” Your sweet voice rings out and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Once again he finds himself breathless at the sight of you. He bites his tongue to hold onto the whimper that threatens to spill over his lips when you bring his hand to your cheek and tilt your head into it.

“Hi.” You smile at him and he swears he is a second from throwing all caution to the wind and kissing you. “Where did you go?”

His exhale is shuddering and he withdraws his hand abruptly. The small flicker of hurt across your face makes his heart ache but if he keeps touching you he will lose whatever is left of his mind.

“Just trying to be respectful, sweetheart. I.. you…”, he groans in frustration and decides that it’s wiser to not try to explain himself. He doesn’t miss the small amused smile that settles on your lips at his attempt at explaining himself.

“You can take a picture of the plate now.” Is what he settles for and you nod, having mercy on him and leaving it at that.

As you take the picture something occurs to him. “I’ll send you a picture of the one of my truck… It wouldn’t make sense if your friend doesn’t have the plates of both.”

The surprise is palpable when you look at him but what he said makes a bright smile break out across your face and Simon suddenly wishes to take a picture of you instead. He wants to always have your smile with him.

Finally it’s time for you to climb onto his bike and he holds out the spare helmet he brought with him (he might have bought gear for you but you didn’t need to know that). Before he can explain anything you’ve already pulled it on and secured the band under your chin.

“Not your first ride?” Simon tugs his own helmet back over his head and meets your eyes.

“Nope.” You pop the p and giddily do a few hops where you’re standing. Even though most of your face is hidden by the helmet he can see the immediate embarrassment that follows the action and he tries to bite back his laugh at the adorableness of it all.

Still the thought of someone else having you on their bike behind them, your arms wrapped around them has an ugly green monster rear its head in his chest. Trying to ignore the feeling he holds out a protective jacket to you and you put it on without questioning where he got one in your size.

One piece after the other he has you put on the protective gear giving you a once over to make sure you’re properly zipped up.

You cock your head at him. “Should I be concerned that you’re so prepared with the gear? How … how well do you drive?”

There’s subtle nervousness again and he chuckles, stepping in front of you while he puts on his own gloves, his movements practiced and unhurried, trying to calm you. He inclines his head, so close his helmet almost touches yours and if he isn’t mistaken he watches you take a deep surprised breath.

“No need to be scared, sweetheart. Just making sure, you’re properly protected. I’m not gonna take any chances with your safety.”

Your head ducks down, breaking the eye contact and your eyes find his legs that are only clad in black jeans.

“What about your safety?”

His grin behind his mask is feral and he’s thankful you can’t see it because it might actually make you concerned for him.

“C’mon. Time to hop on.”, he says, ignoring your question completely.

He easily throws his leg over the bike, sitting down and then holds out a hand to you. Somehow he’s not sure you’ll actually take it. The fact that you didn’t object to riding with him is already surprising enough. You don’t seem like someone who’d be comfortable with this much physical contact.

Easily you slide your hand into his and let him steady you when you carefully climb onto the smaller seat behind him.

“Hold on, sweets.” His voice comes out quietly, intimately and he fights the urge to clear his throat.

He softly takes your wrists in his hands, trying to ignore how small and fragile they feel even with the jacket on, and draws them around his middle. He feels the exact moments you begin holding onto him and it makes him take a deep shaky breath. Thank god he decided to take the bike instead of the truck.

The motor rumbles to life and you tighten your arms around him. Time to show you how good of a guard dog he can be. He’ll make sure you feel safe enough to speak your mind without your other dog around.

#the sewer writes #cod x reader #butcher!simon x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #gn!reader #ghost x reader #butcher!ghost x reader #simon x reader

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inuyashaluver · 1 year ago

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Maybe you could write one where Alessia has a girlfriend who is a firefighter (which means she is taller and more muscular that lessi). And the relationship is the typical sunshine and grumpy?

fire safety - alessia russo

alessia russo x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend are absolutely smitten for each other, even if your girl is embarrassed for your initial interactions

warnings: do me a favour and imagine lessi has played in arsenal for much longer xx, swearing

a/n: this request had me GIGGLING like stopppp too good, thank you so much, please please please enjoy!!

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whenever someone asks for the introduction of your relationship with you and your girlfriend, alessia, your girl can’t help but be embarrassed.

it’s easy for alessia to say that your introduction to each other was degrading for her, not believing how much she embarrassed herself in front of you. however, the whole interaction with the arsenal striker, you couldn’t help but find her bubbly-self cute, completely contrasting your stern personality.

you’re a firefighter, a job that you absolutely loved. you were very serious about your job, often seen with a scowl on your face. helping people in need was one of life’s greatest rewards, until your girlfriend came along and took a joint first place in your heart. your girlfriend, the princess of women’s football loved nothing more than to do what she loves, both of you incredibly passionate.

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it was a regular, cold day in england. a slow day for alessia at training and a slow day for you at the station. both of you were painfully single, seemingly, no one caught your eye, so much so that the both of you were constantly set up with people you just didn’t like.

“(y/n), just meet with this girl, she’s really cute” your colleague pleads, you were both currently sitting in uniform in the small break room at your fire station, patiently awaiting for the signal to go off in case of emergency.

you let out an exasperated sigh, leaning forward to cradle your face with your hands, shaking your head in frustration. “no, when the right person comes along, i’ll know, no more stupid dates” you point your finger at the girl with a glare, “ugh fine” she gives you a light shove, sinking into her seat as she glares at you over the table.

you were about to argue with her and instead got interrupted by the blaring of the alarm system, an emergency.

you quickly rush to get on your protective gear and head to the truck, hopping in the driver’s seat and going as quickly as you could.

“head to the arsenal training facility” your colleague informs, you let out a little hint of a smile, your favourite team, you nod and turn on the sirens.

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“alessia! that’s fucking burning!” leah yells, alessia was currently making food for her and leah in the arsenal training facility kitchen when she looked away for just a quick second, the pan somehow bursting into flames.

“shit, shit, shit!” the fire alarm floods the facility, people rushing around to get out as quick as they could. smoke was filling the air of the small kitchen, no circulation causing the fire to stay put.

alessia was in a panic, she just froze, she had no idea what to do. leah was no help either, claiming she didn’t know how to use the fire extinguisher staring at them in the corner.

“what the fuck do we do?” alessia exclaims, looking at leah’s shocked face for help until she sees fire fighters filling up the room.

all of them had big helmets on, covering their faces, two of them put the fire out in no time. meanwhile, you see alessia and leah watching in horror, your eyebrow furrows at why they were still inside the smoky room, extremely dangerous for the both of them.

you colleague grabs leah and drags her outside, meanwhile, you walk up the prettiest girl you had ever seen, you’ve seen her on tv but god was she gorgeous in person. “focus” you whisper to yourself, you quickly place a hand on her back and direct her outside to where the staff and teams were waiting for clearance.

alessia looks up at you when she feels a hand on her back, you were so much taller than her, uncommon for the girl. all she could see was your eyes, your face covered by your thick helmet. she was red in the face looking up at you, completely dazed.

“are you okay?” a muffled voice says to her, she recognises that it’s yours. all she could do at this point was nod, your gloved hand still stationed on her back, keeping her relatively close to you.

you quickly nod at her, moving back inside to help the rest of your colleagues, coming out shortly after to the people outside staring at the 7 firefighters in their training facility.

you take off your helmet, lightly shaking your head and holding it under one of your arms. “fuck, okay” alessia mutters under her breath, looking at you with a dazed expression, taking in your muscular build and slightly flushed face, you were breathtaking.

a few of the girls on the team were looking at you in shock, many of them smirking and whispering at each other but all you could focus on was the pretty girl you took outside, her looking at you with pink cheeks.

your chief firefighter began talking to everyone, giving clearance to go back inside after about an hour, so the smoke could clear out. you stood to the side, eyes drawn to alessia, you were so intrigued by this girl, what were you going to do?

you take off your big jacket and store it in the truck, someone else would be driving on the way back. you were now in a short sleeve shirt, your muscles on full display. you only did this because you wanted the pretty girl to see you, not missing her ogling expressions towards you, you couldn’t help but smirk just at the thought.

suddenly, you feel a light touch to your shoulder, turning around to look down at just the girl you wanted to see.

“hi” she breathes out, smiling brightly at you, you give her a soft one in return,

“hey” you cross your arms and lean on the side of the truck, looking at her expectantly as her eyes trailed your body, shamelessly checking you out, you do the exact same thing, trailing your eyes over the gorgeous girl in her training kit.

“um, thank you for putting out that fire” she smiles sheepishly, rubbing her hands over her exposed arms.

“that’s my job” you smirk and shrug your shoulders, alessia turned a bright shade of red

“can i ask why you stood there in smoke when you could’ve died?” you move off the truck, standing directly in front of her with your arms crossed, she looked up at you with her piercing blue eyes, you were done for.

“oh! um..you see” she lets out an embarrassed laugh, “i kind of started the fire” she sighs, looking down at her shoes, lightly kicking the ground out of embarrassment.

“would you like me to give you a fire safety lesson..?” you bend down to dip your head towards her, catching her eyes

“alessia” she adds, you smile at her brightly,

“alessia, cute” you exhale through your nose in a little giggle, “now this is very serious, alessia, you could’ve seriously got hurt, your life matters you know?” you start, a stern expression evident on your face, alessia frowns a little at your scolding, nodding her head along with your words.

“you have seriously got to be more careful, this could’ve been way worse” you grumble, alessia nods again, avoiding your eye contact, getting scolded by literally her dream girl was quite humbling, she was so embarrassed.

“now that i’ve given you a scolding, let’s go through some fire safety” you quickly squeeze her arm as a comforting gesture, alessia’s breath hitched as your warm hand made contact with her cold arm.

“you must pay attention while you’re cooking, alessia” you remark, alessia cheeks were so pink, you couldn’t help but find her adorable.

“i was paying attention! and then leah showed me a video and we got distracted” she shakes her head and you look up to see leah looking at you both with a smirk, you squint your eyes at her and focus back on alessia.

“hm i see” you nod at her words, she finally looks up at you again, your eyes meeting with hers, you let in a sharp inhale,

“w-well okay, that’s fine, let’s just be more careful” she smiles at you and you just about die, feeling your cheeks grow warm. “i will” you smile back softly at her, just looking at each other for a few moments until you hear your chief calling for your team to leave.

alessia looks at you sadly, “now i hope the next time i see you, alessia, is that you’re not trying to die in a fire” you say cheekily, the girl lets out a small giggle at your words.

“and i hope the next time i see you..” she pauses,

“(y/n)” you fill in the blank expectantly,

“(y/n), pretty” she copies your previous exchange, “is that you’re not giving me a fire safety lesson” she smiles and you smirk at her,

“hm, we’ll see” you shrug, lightly squeezing her arm again as you move back to the truck, smiling when you see alessia waving bye to you shyly, you return her wave and get situated in your seat, ready to go back to the station.

both of you had the same thoughts after that, you need to see each other again.

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about two weeks later, you were told a couple of firefighters needed to do a check up at the arsenal training facility for their fire alarms, you immediately volunteered in hopes of seeing alessia again.

alessia had thought about you everyday since she saw you, she only had your first name and it was incredibly hard to find you on social media, all she wanted was to see you again.

the girls were in the gym, doing slight warm ups. alessia was on an exercise bike, mindlessly peddling but stopping when she noticed a familiar build she had been thinking about for two weeks. you stroll in alone, letting out a slight smirk when you hear a wolf whistle when you walk in.

“sorry ladies, just need to check your fire alarms” you gesture to the ladder you were holding in one arm.

you look around and spot the girl you’d been thinking of everyday, the same one you’d been stalking on social media everyday. you had a hint of a glare on your face until you smile and wave at alessia, she just looks at you absolutely starstruck, this must have been a dream. leah beside alessia picks up her hand and waves it back at you, you smile and set up the ladder in the middle of the room, the girls around stopping what they’re doing to watch you.

it takes two seconds to check a fire alarm so you were very quick, not missing a few of the frowns when you climb down the ladder. alessia had stayed on the bike, watching your every move with a slightly agape jaw. all the girls watched in shock when they watched you walk up to alessia with a smirk, stopping in front of her and placing your hands on the handles of her bike, your hands brushing when she places them next to yours.

“hello, alessia”

“h-hi, (y/n)” she stumbles,

“i’m very happy to see that you’re not trying to die in a fire” you smirk at her, she can’t help but let out a little laugh,

“i’m very happy to see you” she smiles and you raise your eyebrows amusingly, “i mean! i’m very happy to see you’re not giving me a fire safety lesson” you smile at her pink cheeks, nodding in understanding with her,

“ah okay, well i actually came over here to give you a fire safety lesson” you joke, lightly grazing your thumb over her pinky, she looks down at them with a shy smile.

“yeah, okay” alessia laughs, moving her hand slightly closer to yours. “i came over here actually to get a pretty girls number so i could give her a private fire safety lesson, since she clearly needs it” you smirk, shrugging your shoulders, alessia flushes slightly, you own pink cheeks prominent.

“hm” she hums, “i think i do, so i’ll give the pretty girl in front of me my details so i can be extra safe.” alessia and you pull out your phones at the same time, exchanging numbers and shy smiles.

“well, alessia, i’ll call you about your private session” you wink at her, she smiles and nods, watching you pick up the ladder and walk out of the room, but not without glancing back at her with a grin.

“alessia! what the fuck! how did you pull her?” katie exclaims, getting harshly shoved by caitlin in the corner.

“i have no idea” alessia mumbles, looking down at your contact information in her phone.

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and so, you invited alessia out on a date, going extremely well. you met up multiple times during the week, finding out you lived 5 minutes from each other. slowly, you both begin to date, now being in a relationship for just over 2 years.

you moved in together, finding a new flat in the same location, both of you absolutely smitten with each other. you always came to alessia’s games or came to visit her at training. alessia loved it, calling you a big softie and always laughing at your scowl.

you went to a game one day, sitting in the friends and family section to watch your girl play in your ‘russo’ jersey. arsenal had won 3-1, alessia scoring one of the goals. she spots you waiting for her near the tunnel, her eyes lighting up and running over to you. you smile brightly at her, lifting her easily over the barrier to stand right in front of you, alessia wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you into a tight hug.

you hide your face in her neck, placing a small kiss there and rubbing your hands over her back, pulling her closer.

“hi, baby” she breathes out,

“hi, lessi baby” you give her a light squeeze, pulling away to be at arm's length so you could see her face.

she puckers her lips up at you and you smile, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on her lips, moving together tenderly, gently and filled with so much love. you both kept it tame from the peering eyes of spectators, pulling away with a quick peck before picking her up and placing her back over the barrier.

alessia smiles shyly, “let me shower and i’ll meet you at the back” you nod at her, alessia smiles brightly and blows you a kiss before running off to the change rooms.

you wait for her by your car, alessia was your passenger princess and she loved it way more than she would like to admit. she walks out tiredly, dressed in one of your hoodies and some shorts. she smiles at you brightly and trudges towards you, you run up to her and sweep her up in your arms, carrying her to the car with a bright smile. she smiles at you so brightly, “softie” she whispers, giggling at your fake scowl, “star girl” this time you laugh at her scowl full of complete amusement, she rolls her eyes at you when you place her in the seat and buckle her in with a peck to her lips.

as soon as you both got inside of the house, both of you get changed, and when you near the couch, alessia pushes you down and completely lies on top of you. you let out a little laugh when she sinks her weight into you. you place your hand under her hoodie to roam your hands on the skin of her back, the girl hums at your contact.

she moves to hover over you, smiling at you brightly.

“my pretty girl” you whisper affectionately, puckering your lips up at her, she immediately moves to kiss you, kissing each other softly until you grab the back of her head to deepen the kiss. you both pull away breathlessly, smiling at each other brightly.

“i’m so happy you gave me a fire safety lesson” she says cheekily,

“well i’m not going to say i’m happy you almost died in a fire but i’m happy i saw you anyway” you remark with a wink, grinning at her, she groans in embarrassment, hiding her face in your neck, you let out a bright laugh, holding her close to you.

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whenever you and alessia visited each other at work, you would look at each other so proudly, bragging and showing each other off. everyone could see how in love with each other you were, incredibly endearing for the ones that were trying to set you up on dates for years and years.

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alessiarusso99: i’ll commit arson if it means i get to see her in this uniform

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yourname: have we learnt nothing?

↳ alessiarusso99: i learnt that i love a woman in uniform?

↳ yourname: baby, do we need another fire safety lesson? seems like you learnt nothing from our previous ones

↳ alessiarusso99: hm, i think i do

↳ yourname: minx

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wrathofrats · 7 days ago

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@divine-misfortune and @forlorn-crows have me held hostage until I speak about this please send help there’s no sunlight in here

Warnings for pretty dubious consent, objectification, degradation, trans rain, mountain is rains servant, mountain also really wants to take advantage of him, you know the vibes

But

I just think prince rain is so spoiled and demanding! He has a loyal team of people to cater to his every whim, and his beloved knight mountain to stand beside him at all times, to guard him and only him. In rains eyes he should be the most important thing in mountains life.

He’s needy, insatiable he’s been called by anyone who gets their hands on him. Think he lays in bed at night with his fingers stuffed deep inside his cunt and makes mountain listen to how wet he is, makes him listen to him whine when he finally cums.

And god I think the first time rain proposes anything of the sort mountain is hesitant. He can’t. Rain leans into him and whispers about how needy he’s been recently and knows mountain listens to him get off at night, it’s his duty to help him. But mountain is his subject, this is his life’s work it would be practically sacrilegious to put his filthy hands on the royalty. But with the way rain is trying to shove his hands under his armor, I think it’s hard to deny him. It’s his job to listen to him after all right?

Mountain patiently stands at his bed and waits for rain to tell him what to do.

“Undress me” rain stands in front of mountain, arms crossed with an almost petulant lilt to his voice. And mountain does as he’s told. Metal armor getting in the way of trying to be as careful as possible pulling rains shirt over his head and pulling down his sleep pants to find no underwear underneath. Rain shivers with the cool touch of the metal on his heated skin, trying to take in even the semblance of a reaction through mountains helmet.

Rain lays down on his bed as mountain starts to remove his armor. The gloves come off first to reveal large hands that rain had honestly forgotten about, if he’s even seen them before.

“Keep the helmet on” mountains a servant and nothing more. Simply a tool for rains use and this was only to remind him of his place. Rains arms stay crossed over his chest as mountain settles onto the bed, as if he’s annoyed with how long mountain took to undress. Long thick fingers fiddling near his thighs still intent on waiting for rains instruction.

“Touch me.” It’s an impatient demand. Mountain places a delicate hand on rains hip, a soft touch in stark contrast to his usual stoic harsh self. Rain gasps as mountain finally enters two fingers into him. It’s much more of a stretch than rains use to as mountain gives him a second to adjust before slowly crooking them in and out of him. Rains arms come away from his chest to grip the sheets, letting mountain properly stare at the way his small tits bounce even as he just fingers him.

“More- mountain give me more- ah!” Rain shouts as mountain finally finds that sweet little bundle of nerves inside of him. His cunts already drooled down his palm and onto the sheets, slowly getting easier to pump in and out of.

“May I?” Mountain asks. His voice is almost shy as it comes out as if he’s still ashamed of what he’s doing but the sharp nod from the prince beneath him melts it right out of him.

He tries to go slow, tries to push inside of rain at a pace that won’t hurt him but rain only squirms and huffs that mountain isn’t going faster. The whiny voice starts to grate on his nerves the longer it’s goes on, demanding, ungrateful.

It’s really no wonder when mountain just manhandles him onto his stomach and pulls those hips high in the air so he can get a good grip on them. Presses him into the bed as he wails and just uses his cunt while rain tries to find some leverage.

“Just a tool, can’t help myself” mountain practically sneers as he leans over him. “Just your stupid tool right? This is all I’m good for remember?

#ok I need to put this the fuck down I got carried away #I was possessed #I could write a whole thing about this but it’s midnight #and I’m being held hostage #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #wrath writes #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #dubious consent

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mechanicalbloodlust · 8 months ago

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✨complaining about gabriels armour yay✨

DISCLAIMER (please read): - i am doing this for fun. this is not a serious post. - this is not a criticism of gabriel's character design. - gabriel is an angel. obviously angels function differently to humans. the armour of angels in ultrakill could be purely decorative for all i know, but im evaluating it in terms of protection in relation to human anatomy. - i often specifically refer to protection against swords. this is because i am basing my knowledge off of medieval armour. (what im saying is: i know v1 uses guns im not stupid) - im not an expert on armour. i read about it for fun, as a hobby. if i get something wrong, PLEASE tell me i love getting new information about armour and i do not want to unintentionally spread misinformation.

initially i did a quick assessment of the gaps in the armour, which would be weak points. while ive seen some interpretations of gabriel wearing a sort of bodysuit, he is definitely not wearing a gambeson. this would make the armour uncomfortable to wear as there would be no padding under it.

the rest of the armour evaluation is in the images below. all of the text is also written out in the image descriptions.

after all this nitpicking, i decided to try to redesign gabriel's armour to make it more protective while keeping it similar to his original design and still recognisable as gabriel ultrakill.

• lowered pauldrons so they're not floating

• added an aventail to the helmet to protect his neck

• the golden parts of the cuirass no longer go inwards

• didnt add couters because i suck at drawing them but lets pretend that i did that to stay closer to his original design (besides he still has the elbow pieces on his vambrace to provide some defence)

• his gauntlets have articulated fingers now

• tassets are laminated rather than the layers he originally had. in retrospect i should have done tassets of three lame and decorated them similarly to gabriels original design but oh well

• i also imagine that he would be wearing a hauberk under the skirt

• added extra plates to the poleyns as well as side fins

• he's got proper sabatons now

• also he would be wearing a gambeson under his armour

• helmet is more like a visored bascinet

• there are actual holes for ventilation now, and there's more of them.

• there are also holes for vision yay

• didn't want to get rid of the gold bit that goes around the helmet so i changed the shape so that weapons wouldn't get caught on it, but would instead skate off. i think it should come closer to the visor on the side profile though. thank you for reading all of this i had a lot of fun doing this :-)

#my posts #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #went to the royal armouries museum once and it changed my life not even kidding

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monzabee · 2 years ago

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you'll change your name or change your mind - cl16

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Summary: The one where you find your way back home, even if the journey takes longer than you think.

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!bianchi!reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: mentions of jules and his accident, ANGST, talks about college acceptances in the US but it’s not accurate because i’ve never applied for US schools, mentions of alcohol and underage drinking/clubbing (only in the US though), mentions of a fake id, mentions of cheating, fighting, charles being stupid and not realising it, talks about processing grief, GRIEF, survivor’s guilt, talks of therapy, friends to lovers y’all.

Request: “The Charles fanfic was so good!! Can you write more angsty but happy needing Charles? I think it’s be cute for a man who loves Monaco so much to got to wherever his girlfriend lives Ike London or nyc often and deal with that. Maybe she hates monaco lol” + “if your requests are still open, max or charles + “you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.” thanks!”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i decided to give into the whole angst thing and i can honestly say that i’m having a great time. i wanted to include Jules somehow in this one because i’ve been seeing some edits on tiktok and let me tell you proofreading was a bitch because i kept crying. also, my spotify kept bringing up lorde and hannah montana songs, so there you go. this was definitely a hard one to write and i know it’s messy, but all feedback is appreciated. thank you, anon, for the request, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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Monaco is full of memories. It’s filled with memories of your childhood, your parents picking up you and your siblings from school in Nice, and getting the train to Monaco for your brother to compete in karting races. It’s filled with laughter, and ice cream, and friends. It’s also filled with fears, loss and uncertainty, and you suppose that’s why you didn’t ever want to go back. But you find your back there every time, even if it is only for a couple of days at a time. Although it reminds you of the bad times, it’s hard to erase the good ones completely.

Charles is just one of the people Jules brought into your life. He was right there since your birth – apparently, the Leclercs were visiting your family in Nice when your mother suddenly went into labour. You will always be thankful to Pascale and Hervé for stopping Jules from choosing your middle name to be Michael Schumacher. Neither Charles, nor you will forget the type of shenanigans you got up to as little kids, there is only a year difference between the two of you after all. There’s that one time you stole Charles’ kart and tried to go down the road, in which he caught you but instead of ratting you out to Lorenzo and Jules, who were supposed to be looking after you by the way, he helped you get it down the stairs and passed you his helmet as he explained how to go about it. Neither of your brothers were impressed by your ability to go fast or Charles’ sudden interest in maybe becoming a race engineer if the whole driver thing doesn’t work out. There was also the time when the two of you, along with Arthur, snuck out from a family friend’s wedding to only get lost in a city in the South of France; Charles got so stressed that he forgot how to speak French and proceeded to ask how to get back to the venue in Italian for the rest of the night. Needless to say, the two of you are there for each other no matter what; you stayed together through heartbreaks, wins, losses, losing Jules and Hervé, funerals, weddings and much more. The majority of your time together is spent in your family’s house in Nice. Charles doesn’t mind the half-hour journey, an hour if he decides to go back but he hardly ever does. Sometimes, he manages to convince you come to Monte Carlo for the day by bribing you with promises of sunsets and ice cream, but he will always drive you back if you insist you want to go home without any complain.

The first time you bring up the topic of moving, you’re in your last year of high school; by that time, Charles is already racing in Formula One, so your time together is limited to breaks between the races. However he tries his hardest to be there for you, from talking you through breakdowns that occur after long study sessions, to looking up pre-med programmes for you to apply all over the world. You never wanted to live your entire life between Nice and Monte Carlo in the first place, so is he is more than happy to help you explore your options. Your application results arrive when he’s on break between the races, so the two of you sit on the small table in his Monaco apartment’s kitchen, the light from your laptop lighting up both of your faces as you open up the emails one by one. You’re most anxious about your application to Columbia, which is 3.462 miles away from Nice, and 3.993 from Monte Carlo. By the time you finish opening up all the emails, both of you are sitting there with a silence between you. The acceptance letter still open on your laptop is congratulating you for your offer to join Columbia’s pre-med program the following September.

“Yes,” He looks at you expectantly, “Accept it, Y/N, you shouldn’t be even thinking about it!”

“Yes?” You let out a nervous laugh. “It’s not that simple, Charles–”

“But it is!” He argues, a big smile on his face. You can tell he is proud of you by the look in his eyes and the way his emotions carry through his voice. “It’s your top choice of school!”

“It’s also in New York, it means that there will be an entire ocean between us!”

He shrugs. “So?”

“So?” Your eyes widen in surprise, you start staking your head a little without being aware that you are doing it. “Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Chérie,” Charles coos, pulling your chair by its leg to bring you closer to him and wrap a supportive arm around your body. His chest rumbles from his low laughter as he presses kisses to your hair. “We’ll be fine, look at everything we’ve been through, and we’re not even that old.”

You scoff, hitting his chest in an attempt to get away; you start furiously typing on your computer. “You are old,” you point to him with a tilt of your head, “I’m not, though.”

He rolls his eyes and turns his concentration to the tab still open on your computer, “You’re going to accept the offer, though, right?”

You end up accepting the offer. Charles and his family is there alongside yours to send you off on a plane to New York City. Both your mother and Charles’ have tears in their eyes as they say their goodbyes, with your father giving you a similar look. Being the youngest of four siblings, it must’ve been hard to send their youngest all the way across an ocean, but they let you know that you have their support in every step of the way. With Charles’ schedule for the remaining races scattered all over the world, he tells you not to force yourself and to enjoy your first months as a college student.

You surprise him in Austin, though. Arranging this surprise is definitely not the easiest, but you ask Lorenzo for his help and he is more than happy to make arrangements for you. It’s the end of Friday’s last practice session when you surprise him in the Alfa Romeo garage. He almost walks past you, to get rid of his helmet when you say his name, but once he realises it is you he quickly pulls in for a hug. “What are you doing here?” He asks you while laughing with glee.

“Heard there’s an immunology seminar in town about the effects of talking a shower and then going out without drying your hair.” You answer with all the seriousness you can muster.

“Really?” He asks in confusion, taking his helmet and balaclava off and trying to fix his sweat-soaked hair.

You hit the back of his head lightly, shaking your head in disbelief. “No! I came here to see you race, you idiot!”

He shakes head in understanding. “Oh, oh!” His eyes widen once again with recognition this time.

“Yes, oh, now come on, we’re going out.” You’re quick to add, “To dinner because airplane food sucks. We’re going out clubbing after the race, though.”

True to your word, you go clubbing after his race on Sunday, which Charles is not entertained by. He’s paranoid by the fact that you are in the club with them in the first place, which should not be happening because you’re underage. He keeps silent as you show the bouncer your id, which he knows is a fake, by the way; as he sends Lorenzo an incredulous look, his older brother’s reaction consisting off a shrug of the shoulders makes him more paranoid.

“Y/N, you should not be drinking.” He voices his concern, as you’re on your second drink of the night. “This is wrong.”

“How is this different than me drinking back at home?” You argue with your eyebrows raised. “You don’t tell me I can’t drink when we’re back home.”

“Because it is legal for you to do so there!” Charles exclaims, somehow gathering the attention of some of the clubbers nearby, but he offers them an apological smile and then turns back to you with his voice lowered. “You’re not twenty one, ergo – you shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Pfft,” You shrug him off, “You’re stupid, and I’m bored. You want to dance?”

You help Charles to move into his flat in Italy when he starts racing for Ferrari. Though he still lives in Monaco full-time, he rented a small place in Maranello to stay when he’s travelling. It’s an emotional event, which has both of you sitting on the floor of his new apartment going through boxes of old photographs. He finds one of his brothers and Jules with you, standing in front of a karting ring with big smiles in all of your faces. You fingers involuntarily trace over your brother, your eyes misting when you think about the day.

“He was so young,” You whisper, having to swallow a sob which threatens to escape.

Your eyes linger on the photograph for a while, and Charles quickly understands that you were not talking about the photograph as the tears you were trying to hold back find their way onto your cheeks. “He was.” He agrees; there aren’t enough words in the world to describe what losing a family member does to a person, and he understands you in a way most people cannot.

You offer him a sad smile through your tears. “He would be so proud of you.”

“He would be also so proud of you,” He whispers right back, leaning closer to you so that he could wipe away the few stray tears. “In fact, I am pretty sure he is.”

“Stop it.” You laugh softly through your tears as you push yourself to get off the floor, and dry under your eyes with your fingers as you look across the room. “Oh my god, Charles, we have so many boxes to go through.”

He gets up after you and looks around the dusty living room as he attempts to get rid of the dust on his clothes. “We do, don’t we?” He watches as you kneel in front of an unopened box and slice through the tape with a knife, and starting to go through the items in the box. He watches you go through the items silently for a while, noticing how seriously you take the task. His eyes linger on the frown on your face for a while, the way your eyebrows scrunch in question, or how you tuck a stubborn piece of hair, which escapes from the braid in your hair, to the back of your ear. He stalks closer, gently gripping one of your wrists and pulling you to your feet. “Dance with me.” He asks – which comes off less as an ask and more of a demand, which causes you to playfully roll your eyes at him.

“Charles, the boxes–” You try to argue.

His laugh is laced with mischief. “The boxes will still be there, chérie, just one dance won’t change anything.”

You try to come with arguments in your head but all your attempts are quickly thrown out the window when you realise just how green Charles’ eyes actually are. “We don’t have any music.” You try to offer as a measly argument.

Charles raises his eyebrows as he wraps his arms around your waist after making you wrap yours around his neck. “We don’t need any music, Y/N.”

So you give up in any attempts in stopping him, as he starts to slowly sway both of your bodies from side to side. You let out a chuckle when he stars, terribly, humming to an old song you used to hear on the radio. “This is stupid.” You mumble as you keep up your pace with his movements.

“You seem to keep calling me that.” Charles recalls, making both of you laugh in recognition. “I need to tell you something important.”

“So tell me,” you encourage him, motioning him to continue.

“I met someone.” He announces, a small smile playing on his lips.

You breath get stuck for a moment, in which you remind yourself that Charles is waiting for your reaction – most likely a supportive one at that. “Wow, Charles.” You breath out and give him a smile, which you successfully manage to pass off as a supportive one, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your voice breaks off in the end. “I’m so happy for you.”

You’re not stupid – thinking that either of you could stay single forever is an unrealistic one. But it hurts to imagine him with another person while he looks at you like that makes a part of you crumble up into a ball on your bed and cry. And that’s just what you do when you go back to the hotel that night (because the house is still unliveable when the two of you decide you’re done for the day). You try to keep your sobs as quiet as possible because you know Charles is in the hotel room next to yours. As you’re looking out the window, watching the night sky light up with stars in Maranello that night, you tell yourself you, somehow, need to move on from your best friend.

The next time you see Charles is during Christmas time. You have a tradition – Lorenzo, Charles, Jules and you, a tradition, which Arthur joined once he was old enough. It’s a peculiar one. While it’s not uncommon for most families to watch Christmas movies during this time of the year, your choice of movie has not Christmas elements in it at all. Every Christmas, the four of you watch The Sound of Music. It’s a silly tradition which was born out of boredom and lack of movies one Christmas, but it’s a tradition you managed carried out every year.

You can still remember Lorenzo complaining because “It’s three hours of songs about whiskers and bass clef.”

While Jules gives his best friend an unamused glare, both you and Charles try to mimic the Frenchman who you idolise. “It has nuns, songs, Nazis and familial love, Lorenzo, what more could you ask for?” He shrugs as he turns his attention back on screen, “Plus, Julie Andrews is hot.”

“Why would she be hot?” You remember asking, the woman on the screen not seeming uncomfortable by the weather.

“No reason,” Jules assures you, wrapping one of his arms around you.“Watch the movie, shortcake.”

And yes, while it might be stupid to watch the same movie, which has no Christmas value at all, every year on Christmas day, it’s a reminder that you have each other even if you’re not always together. So when you sit down to watch the movie that Christmas, there is a bad feeling in your stomach when you realise Charles is not there to watch it with you. If his brothers also find it weird that he’s not there they don’t make a comment, neither do you, for that matter. You try to push it to the back of your mind and enjoy the moment, telling yourself that even if this is a tradition between the four of you, it’s not the end of the world if you fail to do it. So you smile, and have fun throughout the day – when you’re watching the movie, or when you decide to hold a gingerbread house competition (Arthur wins, by the way), or when you sit down to have dinner with your families, and it makes you feel a thousand times better.

It’s late when he comes home that night, Lorenzo and Arthur have already passed out on the couch with you trying to read the anatomy textbook on your lap in the low light.

“Hi.” He greets you as he gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“Hi.” You whisper back, trying not to wake up the boy sleeping next to you. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, it was a good day.” He answers truthfully, and then motions the book resting on your knees. “Aren’t you going to go to sleep?”

“No, I think I’m going to stay here tonight.”

He doesn’t argue as he presses a kiss on your temple. “Okay, good night, chérie.”

One thing about Charles, is that he is very secretive about his relationships – to the point where he won’t introduce someone to you or his family if he doesn’t think the relationship is going somewhere. So, when he brings over Charlotte for lunch the next day, there is a buzz around the house. The lunch goes well, you think. Charlotte is sweet, and the two of you talk about many things including your universities; she’s very impressed that you want to go into the medical field and you tell her that architecture must be a pain in the ass to study and she agrees with a loud laugh.

When Pascale asks them what they did for Christmas yesterday, Charlotte leans against Charles’ arm as she answers, “Oh, nothing. We just stayed home and watched that old movie – what was it again?”

“The Sound of Music.” Charles answers, his eyes are focused on his hands, and you know this, because your eyes don’t heave his frame until Arthur forces you to carry the dishes into the kitchen.

“We’ll do them, maman,” he announces when Pascale attempts to tidy up the dishes, “Y/N will help me, won’t you?”

“Yeah, sure.” You nod, the voice coming off from you not matching the sunny disposition you present to the rest of the room.

You carry the dishes Arthur passes to you to the kitchen, holding your breath in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, and you succeed, too. At least until Arthur comes after you, carrying more dishes and places them next to the other ones near the kitchen sink. You start scrubbing them with intensity, your sniffles and the sound from water whooshing around in the sink filling the room. Arthur pulls you against him as you lean your forehead to his shoulder, or where you can on his arm due to your height-difference, as you start quietly sobbing. Arthur turns the tap on as he lets you cry into his shoulder.

The two of you return to the dining room after the dishes are done, and continue the conversation as if nothing happened. After Charlotte announces that she should be on her way, you walk her to the door with everyone, the two of you exchanging numbers as she makes you promise to go shopping with her the next time you’re in Monaco. You agree with a chuckle and tell her only if she teaches you how to draw because your “Anatomy notes are seriously suffering.” After she gives Charles a kiss and leaves, Charles turns to you.

“It’s just a movie.” He says in a low voice.

“You’re allowed to have fun with your girlfriend, Charles.” You assure him and pat his shoulder for good measure. Then, you turn to Arthur, who is watching the exchange with a confused look on his face. “Want to play a round before I leave?”

“Sure,” he agrees and the two of you move into the living room to play a round of F1 on the PlayStation. He sets it up for you as you try to get comfortable on the couch, trying to get rid of the feeling of unease as Charles watches you from the other side of the couch. “Who do you want to pick?” Arthur asks you, the cursor hovering over his choice – who is of course his brother.

You stay quiet for a moment and answer him in a calm voice, “Give me Max.”

Charles scoffs from the other side and pushes himself off, his arms crossed over his chest. “Rich, Y/N, just rich.”

“What?” you ask him with faux innocence and a shrug of your shoulders.

His voice is accusatory when he snaps, “Stop being childish for a moment.”

“Oh, I’m being childish?” You ask him, getting off the couch as well.

“Yes, you’re being extremely childish right now.” He agrees, nodding his head. “Glad we at least agree on that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask again while narrowing your eyes.

He scoffs, “It’s just a stupid movie.”

“I didn’t say a fucking word about the movie, Charles.” You point out, mimicking his pose as you cross your arms over your chest. In reality, it’s a short attempt at trying to hide your shaking hands. “But it’s not a stupid movie, it’s tradition.”

“Traditions can be broken from time to time.” He argues.

“I didn’t say they couldn’t.” You shrug, trying to appear indifferent to the man in front of you.

“Maybe if you tried to stick around for more than three days at a time, you wouldn’t be so upset about these type of things.”

Your mouth hangs open in shock. “Excuse me?”

“Charles, maybe you should–” Arthur tries to stop his brother, but Charles waves him off.

“Sometimes I think ‘Did I do something?’, but then I realise that maybe the problem is not me–”

Though you’re shocked by his words, you find yourself assuring him, “It’s not, it has nothing to do with you.”

Both you and Arthur can see something snaps in him, causing him to raise his voice. “Then what is it? Tell me so I can fix it and you can stop running away!”

You shake your head, your arms which are wrapped around you becoming tighter as an attempt to provide yourself some sort of protection. “You can’t fix it, Charles.”

His arms become undone as his fists ball on either side of his body. “You don’t know that–”

“No you can’t!” You scream, somehow more tears flowing from your eyes. “You can’t bring Jules back because he’s dead, and you can’t fix me because I’m not a toy! You think I want to live this way? You think I want to go back every damn time I set foot in this city because I just hate it here? I can’t bear the thought of staying here because of the fact that my brother died while I was here and I didn’t get to say goodbye to him.” You point a finger towards him, your voice gradually becoming louder to match his. “He was dead by the time I got back to the hospital and they told me he couldn’t hold on any longer, how do you think that makes me feel every time I feel like I’ve overstayed in this city, huh?”

“You need to stop living in the past, Y/N.” He shakes his head. “Don’t you see you’re letting the past hold you back?”

“‘Letting the past hold me back’ do you even hear yourself right now? I am trying my best to move on!”

“By moving across the ocean?” He asks you, “By leaving the people you love you behind?”

“You– you can do this!” You scream as you walk towards him and jab your finger against his chest. “You told me to take the offer, you told me to move away because you were so sure we’d be fine.”

“Well maybe I was wrong.” He whispers, grabbing both of your wrists to stop you from poking him and curling his arms closer to his chest.

Your eyes widen with a furious look in them, which makes him realise he sees more of Jules in them than before. “Screw you, Charles.” You struggle against his hold, hitting his chest with your fists with every word as you scream, “Screw you for trying to dictate how I process my grief, and screw you for acting so indifferent.” You win your struggle in the end, taking advantage of the fact that he is both distracted and speechless to get out of his hold and quickly grab your things.

“Where are you going?” He asks you as you’re putting your coat on.

“Anywhere but here.” You snap at him, refusing to meet his eyes.

Arthur quickly comes near you with a concerned look, “You shouldn’t be driving right now, at least let me drive you.”

You give him the warmest smile you can muster up, “I’ll be fine, ThurThur,” your eyes find Charles’ as you continue, “Don’t ever change, okay?”

After the disastrous Christmas last year, you two didn’t talk for a whole year, even though the people around you tried their hardest to bring you to talk to each other. Even Charlotte tried to trick you into spending time, claiming that she had a work emergency just as you arrived at the lunch you two scheduled to find Charles sitting there – you quickly left without being seen and spent the day walking through the marina because “Fuck Charles if he thinks you can’t spend more than three days in Monte Carlo.” He spends Christmas with Charlotte again, but unlike this year, you don’t feel sad about his absence, choosing to call it growth when reality it’s actually packing it away to deal with it another time.

The two of you eventually do make up, though, when you go to one of Arthur’s races to support him and run into Charles on the track. You talk between breaks, both of you succumbing and apologising to each other for the things you’ve said – him more than you, but you still apologise for the way you’ve acted afterwards. Arthur has a strange smile on his face when he finds you, releasing a relieved breath when you told him that you’re fine and you’re going to take baby steps.

“Good,” he smiles, “maman was about to lock you onto Charles’ yacht.”

Your therapist calls is ‘survivor’s guilt’. Yes, you have one of those now because although you want it to be false, you think a part of what Charles said might be right. She explains to you that it’s a natural response where someone has suffered a loss and you didn’t. This confuses you, though, because even if the loss in question is the death of your brother, you weren’t there to experience it with the rest of your family. Dr. Gambini is there to explain that “Although it implies experience, it doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t not feel the loss of something you didn’t get to suffer.” So, you go through the therapy experience to try to understand your own feelings, which makes you think maybe it is what you should be focusing on in the first place. It’s an overwhelming feeling, understanding things about yourself which you didn’t before – the things you used to feel slowly gain meaning as you go about it. You’re proud of yourself when you talk about it to your parents, and they tell you that they are proud of you for giving it a go. Charles joins you in one of your sessions – it’s Charlotte’s idea, actually. He tries to understand why, and how he can help you – he leaves the session feeling proud of you for taking care of yourself.

A few months later, you get a phone call from him when you’re in the middle of the week when you are studying, while all of your friends are away for spring break. His voice is thick with tears as he tells you that it’s over between him and Charlotte, but refuses to give you a reason when you ask why. It leaves you confused in New York, but when he asks you if you can come home for the weekend, you don’t hesitate to book a ticket for the next flight out. He’s shocked to find you standing in front of his door, but pulls you in for a hug anyway. Neither of you care about the duffel bag that hits the floor at your feet, even when you’re stumbling over it to get to him. You don’t talk, but hold each other throughout the night. He offers to cook for you, but you decide that ordering pizza is a better solution than trying to each what Charles attempts to cook. So, you end up deciding on pizza and a movie.

You look at him confused when you realise which movie he’s selected, “It’s not Christmas, Charles.”

He sits down on the couch, and pulls you under his arm as he reaches for the pizza box sitting on the coffee table. There’s a nostalgic smile on his face which you cannot understand. “I owe you two screenings of this movie, Y/N. Now eat your pizza and watch it.”

So, the two of you watch the movie in silence – with silently laughing in relevant scenes and Charles even attempting to sing the Lonely Goatherd, which leaves you in tears because of how much you’re laughing. At the end of the night he walks you to the guest room in his apartment and pulls you for one last hug, whispering, “Thank you for coming,” into your hair.

“Of course, Charles.” You whisper, turning your head and softly pressing a kiss to his shirt-covered chest. “Try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.

He’s in the kitchen when you wake up in the morning, focusing so intently on something on his phone to notice you. You ruffle his hair as you make your way through the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of you. “Good morning to you too, you grump.” You tell him, when you finish getting out the ingredients for the breakfast you have in mind.

“Morning, chérie.” He answers, in a non-committal voice.

“And to think I was going to make you pancakes.” You sigh as you halt the movement of your hands and lean against the counter.

A playful smile is on your lips when Charles excitedly raises his head. “Pancakes?” He asks in a soft voice.

“I was going to add chocolate chips, too, but you didn’t say good morning to me and now I don’t think I’m in mood to be honest with you.” You shrug, starting to put away the bowls you took out.

He quickly comes behind the counter to tickle some sense in you, and you use the bowl in your hands as a shield as you start laughing. He gives up after a while, pressing a kiss to your temple and fixing some of your hair which fell out of place during the ‘fighting’. “Good morning, how can I help you?”

“Wow, you actually want to help me cook for a change?” You coo, ruffling his hair again and hitting his hip with yours to get him out of your way. “Go wait on the other side, you grumpy baby.” He complies to your directions to sit on the other side of the island, but doesn’t bother with his phone this time. You make a motion towards his phone on the island with your head as you crack the eggs into the bowl. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just some problem with the car.” He answers. “I might need to go to Maranello for a day or two. When is your flight back to New York?”

“Oh– I can change it if you know the date–” You start to say, but he quickly cuts you off.

“What? No, I don’t want you to go back.” He quickly says, shaking his head. “I just thought you might want to come with me rather than stay here.”

“Oh,” You say, looking around. “It’s not a problem, I can stay and study.”

There is a confused look on his face. “Stay? Here?” He asks over and over again. “Here? Stay? Alone?”

“Yes, Charles, I can manage to stay by myself.” You sigh. “I did it last summer for a month, you can trust me, alright?”

“You were in Monte Carlo for a month, last summer? How did I not catch you at all?”

You let out another sigh, “In case you don’t realise, I’m very good at avoiding you.” You continue when he gives you yet another confused look as you start mixing the batter. “Charlotte told me to meet her at a restaurant but it was a set up for me to meet with you, so I got in the car and drove away. It was probably the closest we got to each other.”

“Wow.” He looks at you with wide eyes. “Just, wow.”

You roll your eyes and glare at him. “Stop looking at me like that. My classes are all online this semester and Dr. Gambini thinks it’s good for me to spend more time here; it’s supposed to help me get closure, or something.”

He gives you a big smile. “I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You ask him, his smile quickly mirroring on your own lips.

“Yeah.” He breathes out. “And you can stay here all you want! And cook me breakfast, you know.”

You let out a laugh this time. “I can get my own place, Charles.”

“But then who will cook me breakfast?” He asks with a small pout.

“You are a child, Perceval.” You laugh at the way he looks at you, with his elbows bent over the counter and his upper body leaning over the stove. “I’m only cooking you breakfast; you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me after this.” You joke.

You turn around to look in the cupboard for the chocolate chips as you hear him mumble, “Too late.”

You almost hit your head at the open cupboard door when you turn right back to look at him. “What?” You walk towards the island as you mumble out, “No, no, no, no, don’t say that. You just broke up with your girlfriend, Charles.”

“We broke up almost five months ago.” He announces, no hint of joking in his voice. “Right before the Abu Dhabi race.”

“That’s not true.” You say, shaking your head. “I spoke to Charlotte; she told me everything was fine.”

He shrugs, then offers you an explanation. “We announced it a couple of months later, but we’ve been broken up for a while.”

“But then why did you call me a couple of days ago to tell me it was over?” You ask him, visibly confused.

He looks guilty as he admits. “I– I don’t have a good answer for that.” He stalks over to the other side of the island again to trap you between himself and the marble in an attempt to prevent you from evading. “All I can say is that I love you.”

“Oh, wow.” You say, suddenly you can find the right choice for words. “Say that again for me?”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Now in French?”

“Je t'aime.”

“In Italian?”

“Ti amo.” He laughs this time, leaning down towards you to bring his face towards yours. “You done?” You nod your head with a giggle escaping past your lips. “This would be a perfect time to say something, you know.”

“Oh, right.” You nod in acknowledgement. ��Thank you.”

“What?” He asks in horror.

“Yeah, thank you. You know, for the–”

“Chérie!” He exclaims with his eyes wide.

You continue your giggles as you place your hands on his cheeks and pull his face towards you, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you too, chez moi,” my home/place. The pancakes are long-forgotten when you pres your lips on his to give him a kiss, somewhere in the universe your twelve year-old is high-fiving with herself, but you are happy to be finally home.

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dickarchivist · 6 months ago

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Lullaby of the Wolffe

Wolffe × GN!Reader

Word Count: 1087

Playlist: Lullaby of the Wolffe

Rating: PG Fluff, but as always Minors DNI 🔞

Contents and Warnings: Insomnia, growing panic due to Insomnia, service animal (charhound), intrusive thoughts, swear words, soft Wolffe, potentially OOC Wolffe, fluff, hurt/comfort, soft sleepy singing

Summary: plagued by anxiety, you can't sleep. Despite your best efforts, Wolffe wakes up beside you. Instead of being angry, he offers you a Lullaby to try and help calm you down.

Author's Notes: The other night I had really bad panic Insomnia and I wanted a comfort fic tailored to my bullshit. I decided it would be a good idea to make a playlist of songs I felt like Wolffe would sing to me in a soft baritone while rubbing my back and trying to soothe me out of my panic. Now that I've made it through the night, I'm writing the fic to go with the playlist. Please enjoy both! I hope you get some rest.

Taglist: @anxiouspineapple99 @wolffegirlsunite @wizardofrozz @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @multi-fan-dom-madness @starrylothcat @n0vqni @sev-on-kamino @mythical-illustrator @523rdrebel @littlemissmanga @atomickidsoul @moonwreckd

You can't sleep.

You went for a run. You hit the gym. You walked your charhound. You read a whole book, from start to finish. Cooked meals for the whole week, cleaned the house top to bottom, The laundry was even folded.

You can't sleep.

It wasn't for lack of trying. You'd lay in your bed, but as soon as you'd turned off the distractions, you were alone, and everything else came rushing in to attack you.

"You left the stove on. No. Not the stove, the oven. What's that smell? Are you burning the house down!?" You jump out of bed, run to the kitchen, and there's nothing wrong. The place is just how you left it. That burning smell was the crisp charcoal smell of your service charhound, Soot. You mentally kick yourself, how could you be so stupid? You know that smell, you've known it since she was a pup...

Back in bed. Okay, you think, okay this time will be it. This time you'll sleep.

"You forgot to feed Soot. Useless stupid owner how could you do that to your own baby?" But Soot is asleep at your bedside, her belly warm with her meal. You lay back down. You try to sleep.

You. Can't. Sleep.

Tears well in your eyes and you scream. You're so tired. You can't believe how exhausted you are and yet not a single moment of rest finds you. Soot gets up and puts herself in your arms to keep you from getting distructive. Her higher temperature keeps you warm, but all you feel is cold. You don't sleep a moment all night.

You feel sick, you're sluggish all the next day, because of course. You couldn't sleep. It's been 52 hours. The first day you could hide it, the second it started to show, but today... today you're with the wolfpack. If Plo Koon doesn't bring it to anyone's attention first, you know that Wolffe won't let it slide when he sees you. You've never wanted to stay away from the steely eyed commander more than today.

"You look like hell." Wolffe actually takes his helmet off to get a look at you, and it makes your stomach hurt when you see the concern on his face.

You sigh, roll your eyes, "Thanks. Go away." and turn away from Wolffe, trying to focus on your own work.

"No." His voice is hard, and you want to lash out, but when he grabs your wrist and turns you around, all your anger dissolves at his orders, "Tell me what's going on. Now."

Tears welling in the corners of your eyes, you try to blink them away, try to act tough, but you break under his gaze. "I can't sleep!"

You sob, hard. Wolffe jumps when you rush forward to close the gap, pressing your face against his chestplate, arms clinging around him, and openly sobbing. He hesitates, but eventually puts his arms around you, rubbing your back. It's so comforting, but it only serves to make you cry harder. It makes you realize just how touch starved you've been...

"Alright Cyar'ika, why can't you sleep?" You didn't know his voice could be so soft...

"I d-dont- dont know!" When you pull back, he holds your cheek, rubbing away tears. You close your eyes, and try to breath a little more evenly, "I h-have Insomnia, a-and it's been a few days since-"

"Days?!" Wolffe barks, now holding your face in both hands, "Kriff- you're coming with me."

He grabs your wrist, hauling you through the hallways of the ship. He opens a door to reveal a vacant sleeping quarters, and your stomach drops. "N-no, Wolffe, you don't get it... nothing is going to help, and especially not without Soot here, I won't be able to fall asleep. It's hard enough with Soot, but alone, I can't-"

"Shut up." You do, looking away bashfully, until the door closes behind the two of you, at which point Wolffe starts to take off his armor, "Get in the bed."

You blush wildly, covering your eyes, "Wolffe I'm sleep deprived, not- not sex deprived, I'm really sorry if I misled you but- s-stop laughing!"

"Cyar'ika, we are not having sex. Just getting my armor off so I'm comfortable too. Get in the damn bed, you'll see." Wolffe takes your hands from your eyes and leads you over to a bunk.

He helps you down, takes off your boots, and guides you to lay down. Your face is still hot when he gets into the bed with you, and he earns a squeak from you when he handles you into a cradled position. Your head rests on a pillow between yourself and his arm, comfortable for both of you. His other arms curls around you and you feel his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back.

"I could use a rest, and you definitely need one. Get some sleep... that's an order." He chuckles at the last part, and for a moment, you think this might actually work.

Unfortunately, as soothing as it is, Wolffe's presence did nothing to stop the panic Insomnia. As soon as it's quiet, your mind starts racing. Thoughts of guilt, of shame, thoughts that this is all pity, that he didn't want you because you're undesirable, that-

"Cyare, quit squirming. What's going through that head of yours?"

"E-everything..." damn it. You didn't even notice your movements, but they'd been enough to wake Wolffe, "Once it's quiet, I can't sleep... can't stop the thoughts..."

There's a long, painfully quiet moment where you think you've said something wrong, until you hear Wolffe take a very deep breath. He kisses your forehead, whisping on your skin, "If you tell anyone about this I swear..."

It starts as a hum, a familiar tune rumbling in his chest. Eventually it builds, and he's whispering the song to you. You pull away a little, looking at Wolffe in awe, "Are you... singing me to sleep?"

"If it works." He kisses your forehead, encourages you to get comfortable again, and then picks up his song again once you're secured to his chest.

You don't even notice when you fall asleep. And you don't know how long you slept, but it was peaceful. Restful. You don't even remember the dreams you had, if you had then at all.

"Hey there Cyar'ika, sleep well?" Waking up in his arms, that's what really felt like a dream.

"Thanks to you, I did."

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igotanidea · 1 year ago

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Mine: AK!Jason x reader

Is it second update today? Yes. But I'm on a roll and I simply cannot keep @thesandsofelsweyr waiting anymore (thank you for requesting!)

Summary/request: "why are you shaking" angst with AK! Jason

Warning: a bit smut-ish, but nothing explicit. (not in this part at least....)

***

„Why are you shaking?” he didn’t even bother taking his helmet off and the distorted voice coming from it really did make her tremble. Not that she was going to admit it, even though he was angry at her.

“I’m… I’m not.” she stuttered

“Stop lying to me!” oh, shit, he was angry. What about? Did she do something? Or did his other mission went south? Again? He wasn’t telling her anything, how the hell was she supposed to guess what got him spinning?

“I’m sorry.” She squealed and took a step back, slouching to make herself smaller “I….”

“What did you do?” he hissed

“No…. nothing, I swear…..”

“Nothing?” he took another step forward, the words hanging in the air like an axe that could fall onto her neck in a second. She had to be extremely careful at the moment. “Nothing, princess?”

“I…..”

“so you are trying to tell me, you weren’t fantasizing about your past life? Hm?”

“Jace, I…..”

“Stop calling me that!” he yelled, grabbing her arm and shaking her violently, getting another broken sob which she could not hold back “it’s not who I am anymore!”

“But you are….” She tried to calm him, but it was for nothing

“I don’t know what little fantasy you got in your head, but let me tell you: it’s not gonna come true.”

“please….” she begged struggling against his bruising grip

“Look around, Y/N. See where you are? This is Arkham. Not Wayne Manor.”

“I know… I know… I…..”

“Shut up! When will it get into your silly little head?! No one, no one is coming to save you!

“I don’t need to be saved….. I’m with you and ……”

“Me?” he laughed viciously “you still think you can save me? Oh, honey.” He raised his gloved hand and brushed her cheek, but it was more threatening than loving and she shook upon the harsh feeling “such a delusional, brainwashed, stupid girl, aren’t you? Batman won’t rescue you! And neither will Robin. And definitely not Nightwing! Oh… “sudden realization hit him “that’s who you were thinking about while touching yourself weren’t you?” those cameras he had all over Asylum were not for nothing. “Did those silly dirty thoughts make you come?”

“Wha….. what? I didn’t …… How…..?”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” he yelled again, this time in full voice and a few tears fell down her cheeks. He still didn’t believe she loved him. HIM. Not his brother. His twisted mind worked in two completely opposite directions. On one hand he was jealous and possessive and wanted her under him, wanted to love her, on the other abused and threatened her, convinced that those were the only methods of keeping her. Jason was simply too afraid of letting her lose, worried that the second he let go she would run away, not wanting to stay with the monster like him. He believed he needed to force her to love him, no matter how much she assured him it was different.

How wrong he was.

And it made her angry and desperate. Determined enough to sacrifice her own health and safety to prove that to him.

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT NIGHTWING! I DON’T FUCKING CARE!” she yelled through the tears, not caring about the consequences of that outburst. “I don’t….. it’s you…. It’s…..” her voice broke, as well as her legs and she found herself on the floor, unable to stand anymore.

Well, not for long, since Jason grabbed her arm and yanked her back to her feet, pressing her back to the wall. For a moment they just stayed like that and then he removed his helmet, finally reveling his face, those beautiful eyes conveying so many mutually exclusive emotions. With one hand he tossed it to the floor, not caring anymore and she trembled, suddenly fully aware how close he was and how many pain he could bring her.

Not more than Harley though.

“Y/N….” he whispered “Y/N, Y/n, Y/n…..” her name fell from his lips like a silent prayer.

“I’m ready for my punishment now.” she closed her eyes

“You’re such a good little pet, aren’t you?” he laughed condescendingly “are you scared of me?” he removed one of his glove and traced her trembling bottom lip.

“No.”

“You should be.” he whispered those cliché words and not giving her any opportunity to answer leaned forward and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t delicate. It never was with him.

It was angry and rough and animalistic and predatory, almost like he wanted to swallow her whole. Y/N moaned at the feeling and locked her hands on his neck, pulling him closer. Since this time he was still in his armor, Jason did not push her away. She couldn’t truly feel his body and scars under all those layers so that he could accept. But it didn’t mean she was off the hook. He bit on her bottom lip. Hard, drawing a bit of blood and the metallic taste of it in his mouth spur him on even more. He grabbed her legs and locked them on his waist, hoisting her up in the process, grinding against her, getting some more of her sweet sounds. “Did it feel so good in your fantasies with Nightwing?” he mumbled into her skin, mouth tracing the path starting on her jaw, ending on her collarbone.

“No…” she whined, tangling hands in his hair, pulling lightly, not strong enough to try and explain that it was never Nightwing in her wet dreams “No…..”

“You’re not getting away from me.” He bit on the sensitive skin, her head falling back in ecstasy. “You’re mine.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m yours. Please….” she wanted so much more from him, but asking would be just so stupid

“You want more, princess?”

“please….”

“too bad I’m not into giving mood.” He smirked and let go off her, causing her to drop to the floor. Again. It was just getting to intimate for her and he couldn’t not have that. “Too bad you will have to take care of yourself. I expect a little show tonight, princess. And you better think about me while coming. You hear me?” he crouched next to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes on him.

“Yes.” She nodded

“I want to hear you moan my name. And then maybe, maybe…. you can convince me to help you. It’s up to you whether I’ll be good for you or not. Just remember….” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear “you’re mine.”

And then, almost like nothing happened, he stood up, collected his helmet and left the room, leaving her panting and gasping and with the sudden urge to give him the best show of his life.

Anything to have him.

Anything....

.............

@jasontoddsthickbabe - fixing my negligence here 😁😉

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the-doomed-witch · 2 years ago

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DRIVING LESSONS

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nat teaches you how to ride her motorbike.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; MINORS + MEN DNI. not proof read (apologies), smut, fingering (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), bit of teasing, bit of fluff, making out

DISCLAIMER: Please note that this is a work of fiction and you are not supposed to mess around while driving and should definitely wear a helmet and stuff. Yeah just stay safe and again, remember that this is fiction.

Author’s Note: we are going to pretend that i am not the writer who uploads a fic every two months 😁 gif credits to the creator.

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS OPEN

— ✦ —

Thor holds up his jug flooded with beer, and raises a toast, “Here’s to everyone’s favourite couple, the two people we adore, Y/N and Natasha!” All the Avengers cheered for the two of you. Natasha wraps her arm around you and whispers in your ears, “To us, love.”

Taking a few sips of your drink, you place the glass on the table and turn to your girlfriend. “I cannot imagine myself ever being thankful for being stupid in the past but I am. I love you.”

“I love you too. Mind who you are talking about, you’re my stupid.” She kisses your forehead, it makes you blush under everybody’s gaze.

After a few rounds of drinks and snacks around the table, you gesture at Nat to drop you back home, before she gets too drunk. She gets up and announces, as she puts on her leather jacket, “Folks, I’ll be back after dropping my gorgeous girlfriend back at her place.” She beams at you and pecks your lips. Yep, she is mildly drunk.

“Don’t forget to take your time to tuck her in bed!” Tony shouts sarcastically from afar, as you’re both walking away. He was quite inebriated and you could hear Pepper asking him to get himself together.

Outside the bar, you confirm with Nat once again, “Are you sure you are sober enough to drive me home? I could get a cab or something. I want you to be safe.”

“First of all, you’ll be sitting right behind me and you’re not scared for your own safety? Lame. Secondly, I've been trained to be vigilant all my life. I’ll be right back.”

Couple of moments later, she’s back on her motorcycle and you seat yourself on the seat behind her. “Hold me close, for precautionary concerns of course.” she tells you. She wasn’t facing you but you knew what her smirk would be like.

You wrap your arms tightly around her waist and rest your head on her back, minimising the distance between the two of you. It’s a safe, comfortably silent drive, where the breeze blows softly and the night sky gets romantically darker.

— ✦ —

Inside your apartment, Natasha sits down on your bed as you go to freshen up in the bathroom. You enjoy testing her patience and so you take your time to shower, not letting her in, but making her wait for you outside. “Y/N? Detka? At least let me shower with you or let me go back to the bar. Don’t do this to me!” you hear her calling out to you from the room. You answer back in the same volume, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

As said, you step out with a towel wrapped around your bare body. “Oh Y/N you’re not doing this to me right now.”

You reply, “I surely am, honey.” and walk around the room drying your hair, gathering clothes, putting the dirty ones in the laundry, and whatnot. While doing your currently irrelevant chores, you bring up more random things to talk about.

Clearing the pile of laundry, you ask her, “Do you think I should get a haircut? A change in colour maybe?”

“You look so beautiful today, Natty.” you say, giving her a soft peck on the cheek as you move along the room, letting her notice your cleavage.

“By the way, Nat, I would love it if you could teach me how to ride a motorcycle.”

She gets up, holds you and places you on the bed a little harshly, pinning you down with her body. In a deep, sultry voice, she warns you, “You’ll be taught a lot of stuff and being a good girl for me is going to be the first one of them.” And with that, the towel is thrown aside.

Nat leans forward to catch you in a deep kiss, the one you’ve been depriving her ever since you reached home. Instinctively, your hands clutch the collar of her shirt and pull her closer to you, till there is no space to spare.

The next thing you know is that her fingers are inside your pussy, pumping so hard. It results in you moaning into the kiss, and releasing the collar of her shirt, silently asking her to let you catch up on your breath. When she moves her face a little farther than you liked, you grab her back to proximity, all between screams and chants of her name. Small locks of her auburn hair dangle around before you tuck them behind her ears.

The movements of her digits get faster and faster till you are at the edge of your climax. It was hard to speak anything, so your body gives indications to Natasha in lieu of telling her verbally about your orgasm. It felt wonderful that none of you needed words to communicate, the silent and subtle signs were enough.

She lets you come all over her hand, adding on praiseful murmurs to bring you back to composure.

— ✦ —

The next morning, you wake up fully clothed in your PJs with no sign of Natasha. She probably went back to the bar or the compound later. But she was out on the balcony, looking at nothing tangible. “Good morning, baby.” you greet her, acknowledging your presence. She turns towards you and smiles, “Good morning, dorogoya. Did you sleep well?”

“I did. I thought you left because of work, but I guess you’re free today?”

“You know I love a bit of snuggling,” she grins sheepishly, “And I’m free for you, anytime. Are you still up for the driving lessons thing?”

“Sure! Let me freshen up and we’re gonna be ready to leave.”

— ✦ —

Nat drove the two of you to a less busier part of the city to find an empty road, for obvious reasons. You observe her throughout the trip to learn a few things ahead of the track.

On a small and empty street, Nat lets you sit on the vehicle and climbs on the seat behind you. Little by little, she points at the different stuff, explaining what their respective functions are. “Here is the clutch, you pretty much know what it does. Keep your hand on it at all times no matter what […] Place your foot here. Yes and pull the clutch. And this is how you change gears.”

An hour or so later, you were driving smoothly on the straight road with Natasha guiding you little by little. She kept both her hands on your hands at all times, praising you every now and then to encourage you.

“Keep going, Y/N. Yes, now let’s take a U-turn.”

The afternoon passed this way. She taught you some more basic things, till you suggested lunch - “I almost forgot about lunch. I know a nice place with the best Mexican food in this area, let’s go there.”

As both of you wait for your food to arrive, your girlfriend initiates conversation, “If you keep practising this way I think you’ll learn how to drive a motorcycle quite well within a week. But of course, practice is important.”

“Does that mean I could take you on a ride soon?”

“Well, it does. Here’s our lunch though.”

— ✦ —

And so, your driving lessons were continued without any other Avenger having the knowledge. Three months passed by, till one starry evening Natasha tells you, “I think you have practised enough for this moment.”

It leaves you in thorough confusion, but the look in her eyes doesn’t seem malicious so you let her do her thing. She takes you to a place you cannot recall but have definitely been to, as far as the route is concerned.

It isn’t until the both of you reach the destination when you realise you’re at the garage. Memories of her lips and gasps wash over you as you walk inside of it once again. There’s nothing very different about it as a room. There are grey painted walls and two bikes including the one you drove on just now. A few mechanical tools, cans of spray paint, some more tactical gear. In one bottom corner of the room, there were patches of spray paint, they were probably tested there.

You turn around and recall every moment of that night by keeping your bottom lip bitten. Natasha knows all the things clouding your train of thought, but she had something different planned.

She pulls a white sheet off of a motorbike you didn’t really notice was standing in the corner. Nonetheless, it is a gorgeous, matte-black one with tires wider than a usual motorcycle. The black-tainted windshield added a touch-up. You let out an uncontrollable awe at the look.

“My gosh, Nat, this is fucking awesome. It might as well be the coolest bike to ever exist.”

She smiles at your reaction, and explains, “Tony made this for me a couple of years ago. It’s designed to prevent you from falling down, but oh she rides fast, Y/N. I cannot wait for you to drive this.” She wraps her arm around you. Your cheeks are flustered at her wordplay, but you hide it from prominence.

“Quick question. If it’s made for a stable drive then why didn’t you teach me on this one? I mean, you said that I am now “ready” for this.”

“You’ll find out all about that, Y/N.” She winks at you and tosses you the keys. Her expression was easily decipherable, she was up to something cocky. You shrug your shoulders anyway and take a seat on the bike, lifting it off the stand. It’s surprisingly light for a build as heavy as it appears to be.

A few minutes later, you’re driving by on one of the emptiest yet the most romantic streets in the city. There are not many stars visible, but even the handful ones that are in sight are enough. The breeze is extremely light, and cosily cold. Both of Natasha’s arms swaddle around you. Her classic leather jacket evidently fails to give her the warmth that she feels with you. Her face is nuzzled up on your left shoulder.

Suddenly, the pleasant moment turns into an entirely different one, when you sense her sultry breath on your collarbone. Before you can speak in protest, she directs you, “Shush. Keep driving dorogoya. I am right here.”

Her cold fingers slowly glide down towards your core over your pants. Once, then twice she circles them over your needy clit. You groan lightly, as you arch your back. “Nat, we’re gonna get hurt. Let me-”

“Nuh-uh honey. This is what you get for testing my patience the other night. And now you are so needy for me, aren’t you?” You lean back into her harder and hum as a positive response. “Then use your words Y/N. Are you needy for me right now?”

“Yes. You and only you.”

“Good.” Her persistent teasing makes you hit the brakes harshly as an instinct. You park the motorcycle in an empty parking lot and hold Nat’s hand, guiding her behind a tree trunk whose sole purpose later resulted to be a mere physical support.

Your back resting on the tree, you grab her flustered face between your hands and tug her in close. When the lack of oxygen is too much, she pulls away. Sweaty palms clutching her leather jacket, you make her take it off to reveal her tank top.

You turn her around and begin planting kisses and leaving marks all over her. Natasha’s pants get heavier by the minute as you suck on her skin then soothe it, and repeat it. The redhead turns her head towards you as she unbuttons her pair of jeans. With a smug look and a twinkle in her wonderful emerald eyes, she reveals a strap larger than any that you have taken before.

Vigorously, she pins you against the tree again and unbuttons your pants, then pulls them down immediately, just enough for her to access. Before you can process the moment, the strap fills up your cunt.

On shortage of friction, you move your hips along, but Nat takes her time to pick up a pace. However, once she does, you can sense the leaves shedding due to the shaking. Her free hand covers your mouth, to keep you considerably silenced. Beads of sweat roll down her defined face, and she stares right into your eyes with a look so pure.

You anticipate your climax reaching, and your eyes widen as a result. Nat lifts her hand off your mouth and orders, “You know you have to ask for it, detka.”

And so, you barely manage to utter currently, “Please, Nat, can I come?”

As a reply, she nods lightly and thrusts inside of you harder, till you come. Soon as you release, your balance gets toppled over. Her hands come to your rescue the following second, and she places you down in the concrete ground to relax. You sit up straight with some support.

“Y/N, there’s a store right around the corner, I’ll be right back getting you a pair of new sweatpants. We’ll go home after that, okay?” Natasha asks you, handing you a bottle of water and placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “Okay.”

She helps you get changed, and you aid her with packing everything up neatly. “How are you feeling?” she asks you in a silent tone. “I- This feels wonderful. I wish you would let me return the favour, though. How are you feeling?”

“Still deeply in love with you as ever.”

She plants a kiss on your cheek and rides you back to your apartment.

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Upon reaching home, you grab her firmly and tell her, “You know, baby, I’m actually feeling kind of hungry right now.”

“Then wait let me get something for y-”

Tightening your grip around her, you whisper against her reddened face, “Oh, you see, I’m not really that kind of hungry.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff smut #mcu natasha romanoff #black widow

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crystlizabeth · 1 year ago

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Dad!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & his hellion youngertwin!Zhuri because she’s a daddy’s girl!!

A/n: Zhuri is about 6-7 years old.

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-dad!Simon loves both of his girls dearly but as almost any child dose they have a favorite parent. Zhuri ila Riley his youngest twin and a little shit that rained hell whenever she pleased.

-dad!Simon who’s quiet but is always accompanied by the most social little girl know to man kind.

-dad!Simon who if he had to run errands Zhuri would go with sitting on the front of his motorcycle her pink helmet on waving at cars at lights.

-dad!Simon who asked Sa’Diya if she wanted to go out with him and his sister always making sure to include both girls but Diya always said ‘no thank imma stay with mama’

-dad!Simon who knows Zhuri is his own little guard fog thanks to her mama either scaring off ladies that would try chatting up her daddy or interrupting said conversation putting the attention on her.

-dad!Simon who hated when people would tell him that his daughter is a pretty thing not in the creepy way but in they way he knows boys will like her.

“Ari what do we think of boys?” Simon mumbled looking down at his daughter.

Zhuri scrunched her face gagging holding her little hand to her throat continuously gagging “disgusting and stupid.” She shouted causing her own little scene

Simon grinned under his black face mask looking up at the older lady his had a scared look on her face.

Simon only laughed lightly watching the lady walk away as his daughter continued her dramatic reaction smacking the back of her head lightly because people were starting to stare.

“Alright ya little shit, lets go love..” he laughed waiting for the kids to start fallowing him.

-Dad!simon whenever his wife put him to do something she would come ‘bother’ him starting to beat on him hoping to get a reaction out of her dad.

-dad!simon who playfully pushed Zhuri down and she would come right back up to beat on him. To be honest she was a biter.

-dad!simon who had gotten so used of her biting him that he just gave her a ‘are you serious look’ only for her to laugh and continue fulfilling her mission to get her fathers attention.

-dad!simon when he dose play fight with her it can get rough real fast and one time he accidentally pushed her back causing her to hit her head on the side counter. He felt so bad and scared him self because he knew she was hurting he picked her up as she continued to rub the back of her head Simon saying sorry over and over again and that he didn’t mean to be so rough.

-dad!simon who had the young girl tell him over and over it’s okay and it’s not his fault and that it doesn’t even hurt that bad even though there were tears welding up in her pretty eyes.

-dad!simon who watch his wife look at them both trying to figure out why her husband and daughter were both on the edge of tears only for Simon saying he hurt his babygirl.

“Are you kidding me.” Simon watched as his wife put her hand on her chest out of relief.

“You big baby I’ve watch her get beat on worse by her sister she just bumped her head honey.” She reassured Simon her hand rubbing her daughter’s head kissing it.

“You alright baby you know daddy ain’t mean to hurt ya.” She said.

Zhuri nodded “I know it was and accident..” she muttered softly.

“See Si she’s alright.” She spoke watching her daughter lean into her father her arms wrapping around his neck.

“Such a daddy’s girl.” She laughed lightly patting Zhuri’s back kissing Simon real quick.

-dad!Simon who was inside with his wife as the two girls played outside watching them form the window when he saw Zhuri fall in the distance soon to hear a blood curtailing scream from Sa’diya and then a shouting for her parents. Mind you both parents work in said army both of them running out side seeing blood on ‘Diyas hands and Zhuri sitting crying her eyes out as she held her mouth.

-dad!simon who had to rush In daughter to the hospital because she fell her face hitting the ground so hard her top teeth had gone through her bottom lip and fallin both out when she sat up.

-dad!simon who sat the with his daughter bleeding in the back seat his wife holding both teeth and a towel to Zhuris face as she cried for her daddy. Sa’diya who sat in the front crying aswell feeling back because she had pushed her sister while playing.

“Diya baby it’s alright things happen, I know Zhuri but daddy has to drive.” His wife spoke to the two girls.

“I didn’t mean to Ari im so sorry..” ‘Diya sobbed.

“It’s alright Sj I promise Zhuri is gonna be okay.” Simon spoke looking over at the older twin

-yeah that was an eventful evening, but non the less dad!simon stayed with his hellion at the ER till 4 in the morning while his wife and other daughter went home because there’s school In the morning.

-dad!simon who got into her bed with her and held her because she was in so much pain even though she was still drugged up. Her fresh stitches in her bottom lip Simon had to keep prying her hand away because she wanted to touch them because the were itchy.

-dad!simon who wanted nothing but you yell at the doctor, because he had left with answering was there any other damage to her teeth, how long will the stitches be in and what is she taking for the pain.

-dad!simon who luckily knew that the teeth that fell out were still baby teeth.

“Daddy..” Zhuri muttered.

“Yeah baby?” He whispered rocking her.

“Am I gonna have a scar..” she asked.

Simon who didn’t know if she was gonna burst out into tears if he told her that there definitely was, “Probably baby just a small one should fade…”

“I want one, be cool, just like you..” she slurred.

Simon closed his eyes taking a breath she wanted a scar like him like the scars that sat on his face, she didn’t truly know what those scars were from but they didn’t make him cool.. but right now they would be just because is baby thinks they are.

“I wanna be like you daddy… I wanna be brave like you.. and help people.. I want people to like me.. I wang to be able to be quieter too, so people don get so upset with me be like sissy you know..” she spoke softly her lip quivering.

It wasn’t often Simon saw her cry, and to hear that lasts sentence. Something was going on at school it seemed maybe at her gymnastics as well.

“What’s going on love why do you think you have to be quiet..” he asked.

“My teachers keep getting mad and kids at school are mean— why are they so mean alway telling me ti shut up..” she cried lightly.

That made simons blood boil, “Ari, you should never let someone make you be quiet. Being loud is who you are it’s not a bad thing your big spirited, your such a brigh and love-able person Zhuri. You be loud in my favorite thing I love hearing you talk, and being excited about things. Don’t let them bring you down because you’re being you.” Simon said kissing her forehead whipping away her tears.

-dad!Simon who when they got home ended up sleeping next to her on the couch.

-dad!Simon knew that even through the hard times she would always be his light, nothing was the same everyday.

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A/n: I know it’s a bit everywhere but I love dramatics and I love Simon and Zhuri they’re my favorites! Probably gonna write more about them!!

#x black reader #black fem reader #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost x black reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x black reader #simon riley x reader #ghost simon riley #dad!simon riley #dad!ghost #twindad!ghost #twindad!simon riley

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aayakashii · 3 months ago

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Okay this is just a short 800 words fic based on the headcanons @ghoulspaw and I have talked about because the ideas were too good to leave alone 😭😭😭 I didn't know how to end it so it just ends abruptly like that sorry ✌️😗✌️

Leo was about to either set fire to Sho's food truck or just bash his head in the counter, like, immediately.

“Ew, Sho. I didn't know you could be so uncool. This is so embarrassing.” Leo said, and if his eyes could shoot out lasers and daggers, they would probably have completely pierced his pathetic friend.

“Huh?” Sho gasped, voice shaking and a whole octave higher. His face turned towards Leo, but his eyes were dead set on the person sitting on the other side of the counter, happily eating one of his signature burgers – the Honor Student.

Leo clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. If Sho was supposed to act stupid once he had a crush, he hoped at least it wouldn't be on that NPC.

He had never actually seen Sho having feelings for anyone, so this was his first time witnessing how he acted – and now Leo was rethinking his entire friendship.

“This tastes so good Sho, oh my god. I was right when I said you should charge for this because it's out of this world!” The Honor Student mumbled, cheeks stuffed with food and Leo grimaced. Is Sho really into that THING?

Sho fidgeted with the hem of his apron and fixed his bandana, unable to stay still after their compliment like a happy puppy. Disgraceful.

“Haha, yeah…” he cleared his throat “Maybe I should raise the prices a little, huh?” he teased, trying so damn hard to act nonchalant that it almost made Leo implode in second hand embarrassment.

“Well, even that wouldn't stop me from buying your food, that's how much I like it!” They said, happily chewing the last bite of their hamburguer.

Sho began to laugh, but his voice cracked and he cleared his throat again.

“You- you don't need to pay, haha…” he picked on the loose strands of his bandana.

“No no I insist! You deserve it.” They said placing the money for the food and sliding it towards Sho, who flinched when his own hand brushed against their fingers.

Leo rolled his eyes, feeling absolutely nauseated while watching them talk and giggle like middle school girls with a crush on each other.

He should have known something was very very wrong when he saw Sho carrying his helmet around and on top of it was, of all things, a freaking miniature rubber duck. He should have seen the signs.

When he asked Sho about the toy, he had just avoided explaining himself and Leo decided to let it go – he didn't care enough about it to keep pushing. But now it all made sense! The NPC had OBVIOUSLY given it to him and he just. put it there.

Oh, no, he's a lost cause. Leo should just put him out of his misery.

After the Honor Student left, he pinched Sho's arms, hard.

“Ow! What was that for?!” Sho yelped, rubbing the now reddened skin.

“You better act on your stupid crush immediately or I will tell the NPC all about it.”

Sho's eyes widened and he scoffed.

“Crush? There's no crush. What are you talking about? Pffft.” Sho turned his back to Leo, suddenly very busy with the dirty dishes.

“PLEASE. I almost puked while I watched you two flirt.”

“Flirt? You think they were flirting with me?” Sho glanced at Leo, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“I will kill you.” Leo said, through gritted teeth.

Sho sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You have no business with this, Leo. Back off and leave me alone.”

Leo raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I have business.”

“What would that be?”

“A bet.”

Sho rolled his eyes. “Never. Not betting anything with them at stake.”

Leo pretended he was throwing up, making a loud vomit sound.

“Not you thinking you're prince charming now! Trying to defend their honor or something?”

Sho was silent while he scrubbed a plate. Leo hopped onto the counter, and pulled out his phone, tapping away mindlessly.

“It's easy, you tell them about your crush and you get me to do any favor you want for a whole week. You don't tell them and I'll spill the beans and you give me all your week's profit from the truck.”

Sho quickly turned to face Leo and huffed out a sarcastic laugh.

“What kind of bet is this?! This sounds more like a hostage situation!”

“Hey, don't forget I have contacts. I can get you any stuff you want. Even some fancy expensive wine to drink during a date with your NPC, alllll for free. And more. Who knows what kind of freaky shit they're into.” He shrugged, smiling devilishly.

Sho crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at Leo. The cogs moving inside his mind were almost visible while he nibbled on his own lip, trying to weigh his options. Finally, he sighed and rubbed his hands on his face.

“Do I have a deadline?”

Leo smirked. That was so easy.

#tokyo debunker #sho haizono #leo kurosagi

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fatuismooches · 1 year ago

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FOR THE HARBINGERS

Reader telling them "I love you", and they either smile, fluster or say ilyt BUT reader is like " no you don't understand ". Grabs them by the shoulder, looks them dead straight in the eye and says it slowly once again. " I. Love. You." And proceed to say the most devoted, loving words about them and how reader is so in love, loyal and just. UGHHHH

Take it easy! Just bask into this idea, hope you don't stress over answering a bunch of (my 😭) asks!! Mwah mwah 💕💕 /p

OH I AM MORE THAN BASKING INTO THIS BECAUSE IT IS SO REAL!!!! We love a reader who is completely and utterly in love with their Harbingers <3 Pierro and Capitano are the ones who stay silent as you go on a whole tangent about how much you love them. Pierro retains his usual serious look, but you're so caught up with your words you may not notice how his face turns softer at your blatant declarations of devotion. Sure, he has a mountain of work to catch up on, but what kind of lover would he be if he didn't let his love rant their feelings out to him? He's not the most verbal or physically affectionate, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate it. I imagine he's been betrayed and such in the past, you know with Celestia and Khaenri'ah and all, so he deeply appreciates your words. Capitano... well, you can never really see his expression with that big helmet of his, so it's a bit hard to tell what he's thinking but don't worry!! His heart is beating quicker than usual and his mind is racing as to what to reply with!! Since when did you become so romantic and affectionate? He hasn't read enough romance advice books to respond properly yet! So Capitano just... pats your head and thanks you so sincerely it makes you giggle. He attempts to formally respond to your feelings via writing but he can't find the right words, unfortunately.

Dottore (that's who you're here for, I know) merely bursts into a laugh. No, he's not laughing at you, but he simply finds it a bit amusing. The idea of true devotion, of genuine loyalty, of real love... he still toys with those concepts a bit. He does feel these things toward you, but he won't verbalize them. Yet you don't seem to care about admitting those feelings toward him in the slightest... in fact, it seems like you jump at the chance to tell him how much you adore him... it's a bit funny to Dottore. Of course, he won't ever stop you, he does enjoy being worshipped and loved by you. Akademiya Zandik, on the other hand, would probably fight you off and then storm away to hide his blushing cheeks. How dare you say such idiotic things to him and how dare you make his heart thump hard at such stupid words. Pantalone too, except it's less of a laugh and more of a few chuckles. He's the kind of person to smile and nod at everything you say, completely enamored by you. He'll stop you in the middle and ask you to elaborate on a specific part and you happily do, he's stroking his own ego at this point but how can you blame him? His darling is being far too cute for him not to want to tease them a bit!

Columbina and Childe are very excited and blushy over it. They adore it when you're so open with them! Columbina's smile is even larger than usual as she hums in agreement with everything you're saying. Yes, please keep adoring her like this. She loves hearing about how much you love her. She's quite open with her feelings toward you too, so to hear it reciprocated so plainly? Pure bliss for her! Childe too is similar, you can literally see how he lights up and a faint blush spreads across his cheeks when you flatter him with such praise. But not for too long, because he'll pick you up and tease you ten times harder. Trying to get on his good side, hmm? Well, he'll have you know he loves you far more than you ever cold. Occasionally, he gets worried about whether it's right to be with you since he's in the Fatui, so these kinds of messages are secretly quite reassuring to him.

Arlecchino and Signora are very elegant and smooth about it. They watch you with a knowing smile, hands tracing over your collarbone and up to your neck and chin... a finger combing through your hair. Arlecchino is still a quiet and reserved woman, she still doesn't say much after your confession, but she is very pleased. Kisses you and gives you a sincere thank you. In her line of work, it's not often she find someone as loyally passionate as you are. Much less someone she loves to the deepest depths of her heart. She knows that you'll never betray or stab her in the back, and she shall never do that to you either. Signora is more smug and teasing about it. Oh? You truly love her that much? How about you show her it too? She ends up flustering you despite you being the one throwing all these sweet words at you. She truly loves being pampered by you, she needs it after all with all of the heartache she went through with her last lover, who she was abruptly cut off from.

Scaramouche and Sandrone short circuit for a few moments before springing back to life, stuttering and berating you for such stupidity and hurriedly breaking free from your grip. They can't deal with such loving words being directed towards them, especially unprompted. Scaramouche's expression is one that you have imprinted in your memory, the uncharacteristic redness and slack jaw, before he becomes his usual Scara self and launches into a long speech about how clingy and strange you were and that you should never do that ever again lest he actually get mad (this is a plea for you to confess all of that again, despite his adamant protest... you know he loves being loved, a feeling that always seemed to slip away from him. He's hesitant about it but he can't deny the rush of his "heart" when he hears your sincere words.) Sandrone's face is just blank. Blank like a robot. She opens her mouth to speak and then closes it, and then opens it again but she's at a loss for words. She finally gets out a half-hearted insult and ends up stuttering halfway through, so that's already not a good look for her. It seems even her usual bad attitude can't keep up when assaulted with such genuine affection...

And... Papanella can get a little platonic kiss on the cheek while you thank him for being the best grandad.

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #harbingers love notes <3 #giving them all a little kiss....#and giving u a great big hug kai <33 devouring your ideas for all my meals

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 10 months ago

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Shinichiro, stay away from the kids!

(with love)

Okay, first of all, this is not a hating Shinichiro post. I swear it. This is just me having brain riot and thinking in how many times Shin was a questionable example for kids and teens around him and how we seem to forget about it but it's kinda hilarious when you put all of them together (except for Sanzu, that is never funny, my poor lil gremlin 😭)

I know most of this things were because he was also too young, oblivious and reckless. I know that, but it's funny to bully him with affection anyway 🙈

(and in the more serious ones, he was too dissociated and too out of everything, I know that too)

So... Here I go, random Shinichiro moments for all of you!

(big manga spoilers because it's Shinichiro)

Leaving Inupi to look out the shop.

Inupi, who looks like a cute potato here and it's deffinetly too young for it. Canon unpayed intern Inupi, yuhuuu! 💜

Him smoking around bikes all the damn time.

In his shop where Inupi was and could blow out the whole block. But also in his garage, where Draken and Mikey used to watch him fix the bikes. Shin, don't, that's dangerous! (I would say "if you wanna kill yourself do it but don't drag others with you", buuuuuut... Yeah, he did it and everyone got drag on that, so why bother to say it? 😑)

Wharever the fuck this was.

Probably just a prank, but.. Really, Shin? You ran away and left Izana there? I know, I know, you're a dumb teen, but c'mon, think for once! The whole interaction makes me laugh and want to smack Shinichiro in general, to be honest.

Oh...I think the not-so-funny ones are about to start. Here we go!

Leaving the Black Dragons to the traumatized orphan that just went out of juvie.

Yeah, that looks like a great idea, I'm sure nothing wrong will come out of this, lalalalalalala! (Shinichiro and his relationship with delinquency and his siblings should be a lot more explored because holy shit)

(Btw, not even pointing the helmets stuff, nops)

Bringing 8 y/o Mikey to gang meetings.

Like... What the fuck? I'm with Takeomi on this one, are you stupid Shinichiro? What are you thinking? Are you thinking? 😒

Love how BenWaka bully him for it too, that's why I left it here, ngl.

Isn't that just how Haruchiyo is, slashing people for Mikey?

Well, yeah, he is, but he wasn't! He shouldn't! Can't you not pretend this is not concerning for a second? Or... Not settle this mindset on Sanzu because it's gonna have big consequences? 🤦🏻

Talking about his inminent suicide with a 13 y/o.

Okay, I thought A LOT about putting this one, because obviously I'm not judging Shin at all, he was in a really dark place and when you're about to kill yourself you can't think clearly. It's just that this exchange... Breaks me. And Haruchiyo is just a kid, this is so not fair for him either 😭

(Sanos, start treating the Akashis like people with feelings that also matter for once, please)

You can still be his friend even if he scarred you for life!

Okay, Shin, I know you're a mix of biased and dissociated but... Really? Please, stop creating Sanzu, stop iiiiit! Let Haruchiyo alone, don't do this! Also... "Right now"? So you're saying he should forgive Mikey but not right now? Is that, Shincihiro? 😒

Trauma dumping to 13 y/o Haruchiyo. Shhh, keep the secret, bye!

Did I say Shinichiro created Sanzu? Yes? I'll say it again, I don't care. Again, I know he was dissociating and all, but, but... It's fine to kill people for Mikey mindset is now installed successfully on Haruchiyo's brain, yuhuuu! 😭

The amount of total disregard for Haruchiyo's mental health here is too much and should be a crime. The "keep the secret" part don't make it better. Specially, specially, when Shinichiro himself is not going to keep it, he's about to say everything to Wakasa. But Haru? Shhh, you should keep the secret, I'm sure this is not a huge burden for a teenager that suddenly have two set of memories!

(Well, not everything, he probably forgot to tell Waka about Haruchiyo remembering it, because in the final battle it didn't look like Sanzu ever talked about it with Wakasa and I wanna think they would if he knew... Look, another Sano forgetting about Sanzu, yuhu! 😑)

(Shin, with all my love, but I hate you for this one even if you gave me the best blorbo to torture on my fics that I ever had)

I'm sure you'll be able to handle it, random kid that I don't even know the name! 👀

YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS ONE SHINICHIRO! I wish you remembered in the final timeline because you own Takemitchy the biggest freaking apology of all your life! What the hell? Go, apologize with Michi now!

Yes, he was able to handle it and to be traumatized infinite times in the way, but that's not the point! Use you brain for once Shin, why are you giving the burden to a kid? Why? What is wrong with you? (so many things actually xD)

But, for real, this sentence is Wakui being hilarious because c'mon, poor Takemichi!

Edit: I didn't put the poorly way Shinichiro handled everything about Izana and Mikey because I consider canon doesn't give us enough info on that. Same with Emma. What happened? Why Izana never met them? I have my hc, of course, but we don't know for sure. So... I can't ramble about how badly he managed that! (Badly, for sure, I just don't know exactly how and how much)

#well it started with me making fun of shin and ended with rambling ablout tl0 and not being that funny #what can I say?#shin i still love you but please go to theraphy before talking with more kids #and apologize to michi #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #sanzu haruchiyo #sano shinichiro #hanagaki takemichi #original timeline

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 4 months ago

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The Disgraced Prince

CHAPTER FIVE: The Duke of York and I

My name is Ethan Clarke, and I'm Prince Andrew's lover. If you read the first installment to this story, you learned that His Majesty, Charles III's PR chief, James Cole hired me to keep Andrew; whose behavioral antics throughout his career as a Royal brought scandal and disgrace to the British Royal Family in line for the firm. More importantly, keeping his tryst between his new fuck boy a secret.

I considered how lucky I was, as the prince was still a very handsome man. At 64 years of age he stood at 6 feet, with a full head of thick whitish hair, and blue eyes with just a hint of mischief in them. His shoulders were broad, and he had a prominent belly which only made him that much more attractive in my eyes. Even though he'd yell at me and make me obey his commands, no matter how outrageous. He would have his way with me until HE was satisfied. I knew my goal was to please His Highness and invariably this would lead to my own pleasure.

After we had breakfast, Andrew asked me if I wanted to go riding with him. I said yes, even though I've never rode a horse before. We jumped into his Range Rover and drove to the grounds of Windsor Castle for his usual Saturday morning ride. The Duke cut a casual figure in a burgundy shirt and black trousers, with a Champion riding hat and riding boots, while out for a canter. Andrew is an elusive figure these days, having permanently resigned from all his public duties following controversy over his friendship with convicted paedophile Jeffrey Epstein and since then, he has not been seen in public often.

Dirty thoughts were running through my mind as I watched the prince during a break from exercising his horses. I looked at the outline of his cock through his black trousers and smiled at myself for knowing the taste of his treat. He knew I was watching him with more than just a little interest, but he just stared off onto the leafy grounds. Although I wanted to move over to him and start up with him, I stayed on my horse and just enjoyed the view.

Back at the stable, I was complaining about my ass hurting from the ride to see Andrew standing there, blatantly looking me over from head to toe. He also adjusted himself and rubbed his crotch before saying, "So was it the horse or me that gave you a sore ass," followed by a big laugh and a hard smack to the ass.

Next thing I know, Andrew was standing there with his swelling cock in his hand. I looked up at him and saw that big, stupid grin on his face. Then back down at his now stiff, a full 8" of royal cock. Well, giving in to lustful temptation was the only thing I was good at, so I put my hand around it and slowly jacked it. He then pulled me into a nearby empty stall, before I fell onto my knees in front of him. I stared at his boner for a moment then took his helmet in my mouth and sucked at it. I was licking him with vigor as I felt my cock flutter uncomfortably in my trouser. I reached down and unzipped them, allowing my prick to fall out, leaking precum onto the hay covered floor.

"That's it. I love that." Andrew said encouragingly.

I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft while I jerked my cock, he let go of my head and wrapped his hand around his wet cock, stroking generously.

Just then, someone entered the stable. We quickly zipped up and looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one had, so Andrew headed out. I followed him eagerly, and my cock was dripping in anticipation. Next thing I knew, we we're in his Range Rover speeding back to the Royal, nearly running over some guy's dog. By the time we got back to the estate, I was afraid he wasn't interested anymore as he sent on an errand. And when I returned, he was in the sitting room.

The lights were dim, Andrew had changed, sitting in a chair sprawled out and watching television. With a big grin on his face, he waves me over as I notice his hand stroke his hard cock through his pants. Once in front of him, he points down and quickly drop to my knees.

"Blow me."

What a dominate sexy fucking god of a man I thought as I slide my hands up his legs towards his crotch. Feeling that girthy, long cock through the pants, it takes every muscle in your body not to rip his pants off then. I unzip his pants as Andrew lifts his ass so I could pull down his pants. And as I did, his underwear catches his cock and cause it to snap back against his hairy belly. I licked and sucked his nipples as I rubbed the head of his cock, spreading his pre-cum like lube. I kissed my way down his chest, leaving a trail of saliva all the way to his cock. Taking him in my mouth, I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner.

Covering his cock with my spit and sliding up and down hard. Then I slide it all the way down my throat, taking the full length. Andrew throws his head back and groans as he grabs the back of my head and trusts in deeper somehow, making me gag. I went back to stroking his now wet cock.

"Did Fergie ever suck you like that?" I asked.

"The cow could never suck my cock right." He said and I said she was missing out then. "Did she ever let you fuck her in the ass?"

He yes to that, saying "She had a good ass" as my tongue lapped at his nuts while he lay there stroking himself. I it looked like he was all ready to cum and everything when he whispered, "Ride me."

I stood up and looked around for some lube, he told me he had some Vaseline in his bag in the corner. I walked over towards it and bent over to pull the Vaseline out, as I bent over, I felt him grab my legs, I looked back from under my legs and saw him kneeling behind me. I let out a sharp gasp as I felt his tongue slid up and down my sweaty crack until it pressed against my hole.

"Oh yeah." I moaned as he slid the tip of his tongue into me, tonguefucking me, eating my ass.

He did that for around five minutes till my hole must have been dripping. My cock was twitching and I wanted to touch it, but I knew I'd shoot if I did. Then Andrew stood up, took the Vaseline tub from me and started spreading Vaseline over his prick while heading back to the couch. I stood there, pinching my nipples as he lay back and spread his legs wide. Andrew had that big, stupid grin on his face again as I climbed on top of him, guiding his 8" cock into my hole with one hand and tweaking his nipple with the other. As soon as his dick made contact, he immediately thrust all 8 inches into me. I gasped loudly, so loudly in fact that I’m sure the servants in the next room heard.

Placing both my hands on his chest, I dig into it as I lifted my ass and slid back down again, telling him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted.

Andrew let me take control, so I rode his dick, stopping whenever I thought he was getting close to coming so we could kiss. After teasing him and prolonging the excitement, he was desperate to cum. Just then, the disgraced prince took charge and flipped me over. He laid me flat on my stomach and shoved his cock back up into my ass. Again, I moaned as he started pounding my ass furiously, slapping it was his free hand like he was riding a bronco.

“Oh me! Oh! Oh!” I cried out as Andrew stared fucking me hard and fast. I could feel his hot breathe on the back of my neck as I push my ass back against his crotch each time he slammed his cock into of me. Pinned under him, that was all I could do. I knew he was getting close, so it didn't take too much bouncing until that hot cock exploded inside me. He emptied his balls inside me, then pulled out and hurried to his feet.

Then as he shook the last drops of cum from the piss hole of his dick, I turned over and started jacking myself off in front of him. With his dick still in his hand, Andrew stared down at me pounding away at my engorged dick. I swear I almost enjoy him watching me play with myself as I did with him fucking me as I shot my load all over my chest and stomach.

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