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rachstash · 1 year ago

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this is so idk realistic hahaha!!!

could we get more lando and gzd moments? like them playing more into their marriage rumor and reeking havoc during races like pushing into each other on the track or chasing each other around the paddock, they’d be such a chaos duo😭 i love grids delight��

SNITCHES GET STITCHES

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader

warnings: a collection of gen-z driver moments during the 2023 austria grand prix :)

author's note: i am so confused about this as well, but just enjoy our lovely gzd being chaotic and just as confused as us! thank you for loving the series, darling!! i appreciate it a lot!!!

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''Okay Y/N, so we have a 5 second penalty for the lap track limits. Keep it clean from now on.'' Marco's voice came through the radio, notifying the driver.

She loudly sighed, momentarily lifting her hand from the steering wheel to show her frustration. ''What? Who snitched? Lando? Was it Lando? Oh, I bet it was Lando.'' Y/N rambled, glancing at the McLaren driver in her mirrors.

''Just focus on driving. They're giving a lot of drivers penalties at the moment so don't worry about it too much.'' He brushed it off, not wanting her to get distracted by which driver reported on her breaking the rules.

Y/N listened to his words and calmed down. ''Understood, Polo.'' She answered, trusting his judgement.

''Y/N, Sainz told over the radio that you're intimidating him.'' Marco informed her as she pressured Carlos, fighting for the third spot on the podium.

The driver frowned. ''Well… is the intimidation on the track with us right now?'' She chuckled.

''Push harder, we have better pace than them.'' Her engineer had laughed himself when the message came in, finding humour in the Ferrari driver's comment to his own team.

Y/N listened to Marco's instruction and intimidated the car in front of her even more, eventually passing him a few corners later. ''Marco, I passed him so he doesn't feel threatened anymore- aren't I such a good friend?'' She laughed, giving herself a pat on the wrist.

The commentators and analysts tried hard not to cackle as her radio message was replayed on the broadcast, still wanting to remain their professional attitude.

''Y/L overtakes Sainz from the inside with a nice message for the Spaniard attached to it- beautiful stuff we are seeing here at the Red Bull Ring.'' Crofty's voice sounded over the replay of said overtake.

''Charlie, you're in my chair again.'' Y/N walked into the cooldown room, immediately noticing the Monégasque occupying her seat. The situation had also happened in Baku when the three of them made it onto the podium.

The Ferrari driver glanced behind him, seeing her car number and team logo above his chair. ''Oh, sorry…''

He made an advance to switch seats, but she stopped him. ''It's okay- I'm P2 now.'' She teased, sitting down on his original chair.

''It's been a while since we were on the podium together.'' Max stated, standing up from his seat and grabbing one of the towels that were laid there for them.

Both Charles and Y/N nodded at him. ''Well, it's been a while since Charles was on the podium with us.'' The youngest corrected the Dutchman, chuckling at the Monégasque's unimpressed face.

''I'm back.'' He simply smiled.

While the second and third place drivers were joking around with each other, the RBR driver watched the replay of the race. ''A lot of penalties.'' He noted.

''I got one.'' Y/N admitted, raising her eyebrow in light annoyance.

The two men's heads shot up at that. ''Really? Track limits or what?'' Charles asked.

The young woman nodded. ''Yeah, Mr. Norris ratted me out.'' There was a sarcastic tone to her voice, indicating she was joking and wasn't actually upset with her British friend.

''Lando? That's funny.'' Charles had always been a fan of Y/N and Lando's friendship, their banter having made many great moments on the paddock and online.

Max pointed at her. ''You should get revenge.'' He grinned, knowing she most likely already had something in mind.

He realised he was right once he saw the mischievous smirk on her face. ''You know I will.'' She folded her hands together as if she was a villain in a superhero movie planning a grand scheme.

''I'm scared for him.'' Charles said, relieved he wasn't a victim of her humorous retaliation.

''You should be, Charlie.''

''YOU TOLD EVERYONE I PEED MYSELF SO HARD DURING THE RACE THAT THERE WAS A HOLE IN MY SUIT?!'' Lando stormed into her motorhome, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Y/N had a devilish smirk on her face as the McLaren driver walked in, having expected him to waltz in. ''Snitches get stitches.''

''Oh, come on! You would have done the same thing!'' He defended his actions.

''You,'' she pointed at him, ''think I,'' she pointed at herself, ''would have reported on you every time you went over the track limits? I would never, Lando.'' The way in which she was speaking sounded like that is exactly what she would do.

''And by the way, no one would believe a thing like peeing so hard that there are holes in your clothes- people aren't that gullible.'' She said, brushing the entire thing off.

Lando rolled his eyes. ''People are believing it! 'Lando peeing' is trending on Twitter already.''

Y/N snorted at his words, immediately covering her face as she loudly laughed in his face. ''L-Lan… pee- peeing…'' She couldn't get any words out, finding the situation too funny.

''Stop laughing, it's not funny!'' Despite his words, Lando had started grinning himself- the sight of his best friend completely losing it being too much for her 'I have to remain serious'-facade.

''I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think people would take it seriously.'' Y/N was still cackling while delivering her ''apology''.

The Brit sighed. ''This is gonna haunt me for a while, isn't it?''

''I'm afraid so, Rumple.''

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thequeerlibrarian · 1 year ago

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Reading and rainy autumn walks 🍂

#my post #booklr #bookblr #books #reading #autumn #fall #october #if we were villains #die Farbe der Rache #cornelia funke #books & coffee #food #library #inkheart #inkheart trilogy

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denimshortsdean · 1 year ago

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I wanna be gideon so bad but the problem is there are no short lesbian necromancers near me who want to be picked up and carried like a sack of potatoes

#i am built like gideon in every way. i fucking cried when i read their description the first time #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav #griddlehark #the nine houses #nine houses #book tings #it's ya gal rach #tlt

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eemoo1o-animoo · 10 months ago

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“Read the manga,” they said. “It’s better than the anime,” they said.

#are you happy now. is this what women—nay. sisters.—do in their spare time? I’m so glad I don’t have one then. I am scarred.#rach she’s like. twelve #black butler #kuroshitsuji #rachael phantomhive #angelina dalles #madam red #madame red #meme #mine #red butler arc #chapter 10 #the manga #image #original post #shitpost #em’s manga reading experience

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dabilove27 · 2 years ago

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Absolutely utterly screaming over this!

Yandere Neko!Shinsou part 3

warnings: hhh, yandere, dub con, “somnophilia”, the use of the word moist, “tiny pants”

A/N: I have no idea why every time I write any part of this series I end up rushing it??? maybe because I’m a baboon that is trying to stay relevant? I keep trying to write requests (ones that aren’t for halloween because those have actually been easy enough) but I just cannot? I am suffering. Anyways, this isn’t my best work, it isn’t my worst work. It’s just work. I hope you enjoy regardless… I… am sweaty and cannot wait until the fall.

The gentle caressing from the pads of his fingers stirred you awake. You laid there, letting the sensation create a flurry of goosebumps across your back but you didn’t move. You never did. It had been a week since you saw Shinsou, who was supposed to be a cat, turn into a man and every night since then, you’d feel him touch you in one way or another. You didn’t know what to think of it; beforehand, while he was your cat, he would erratically attack your feet if you so much as turned over in your sleep. Now, it was more like… he was exploring you. He’d never been human before, never touched things with sensitive fingertips and… you felt too guilty about attacking your pet on the first night you’d discovered him to actually stop him again.

He leaned down to your side, you could feel the warmth of his breath in your exposed skin right before he rubbed his cheek against your hip. You held your breath. It was wrong to let him do this, it was like you were taking advantage of his curiosity because it actually felt nice. You heard soft purring emitting from his chest, the cute little rumbles vibrating on your legs. He nuzzled his head against you and dragged his tongue across your skin. He paused to see if you’d give him a reaction; as far as he knew, you were sound asleep. Another lick sent a wave of pleasure dancing to the pit of your stomach, another lick and your toes curled, and finally when his lips enveloped a soft, sensitive part of you, you gasped. You turned over so your back was against the bed, and Shinsou’s presence disappeared, his phantom touch still lingering, stirring something wrong in you. You opened your eyes to see two glowing indigo orbs staring back at you from the end of the bed. Shinsou watched and waited for you to object but in his eyes, you weren’t awake enough, you weren’t aware of what he was doing. You had no clue how badly he wanted to officially claim you, how he wanted to make you his. Still, his heart sunk slightly when you pulled the covers over your body.

“You’re leaving?” Shinsou bolted to the front door in hopes of barricading you in, a dramatic gesture since you weren’t ready to get there yet. He watched as you rolled your eyes and put your keys into your purse.

“Yes, kitty, I’ve got to. You’ve eaten all the salmon I bought last week and I need to get more laundry detergent and I’m pretty sure I let most of my perishables spoil since you’ve been making me order you take out. You’re really eating so much.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew that meant you’d be going away!”

“I’m only gonna be gone an hour or two! Grocery shopping is a part of normal human life! I did the same thing when you were a cat!”

“And it was tooooorture!” Shinsou griped. He recalled all those times you’d leave the condo and although that meant that he could get into anything he wanted, he always wondered when you’d be back. He waited for you no matter how much fun he’d gotten himself into. Even now, it was different to him. What if you went out and found another cat you liked much more than him because it didn’t turn into a human? What if you met someone who wanted to take you away from him? What if you got trapped in the snow!! Shinsou knew nothing about what it was like outside except for the misery he felt when he was abandoned and everything about that was bad. He didn’t want you to be subjected to that.

“Don’t go!” He pleaded when you reached the door. You brows knitted softly together and you brought your hand to the back of his ears, giving him some tentative scratches that made him nearly melt.

“I have to. Don’t you want to get fed?”

“Can’t you just order more food?”

“I swear, you want me to drain my wallet dry, huh?” You sighed and lightly pushed his shoulder to get him to move out of your way.

“I just… I wanna spend more time with you. We’ve been having really good days, right?” Shinsou grabbed your hand. “You’re not… abandoning me?”

You paused and allowed Shinsou to rub his thumb into the palm of your hand, dreading the slight flush you felt in your cheeks. “No, baby. I’m not abandoning you.”

You had to remind yourself that the man before you was just a cat. You’d gotten used to his ears, teeth, and eyes, and although the tail was still weird to you, especially seeing it move on its own, it was too easy to see Shinsou as a man. Something like you. But he was your pet, your kitten. You pulled your hand away.

“I left the TV on in my room. I think you’ve figured out how to work it well enough. And there are some leftover crab cakes in the fridge if you get hungry, but you really should try to eat a vegetable, or maybe you might end up liking apples! I should definitely get more apples… Human beings have different diets than cats.”

“I don’t really think I’m a human or a cat,” Shinsou stated, his tail swishing back and forth.

“Then, what are you?”

“Your dream come true.” He smirked. Yeah, he’d definitely been watching too much television.

“Goodbye, Shinsou.”

You opened the door and waited for Shinsou to step aside. Instead, he leaned into your ear and whispered, “I love you,” relishing the look on your face you got whenever he said something easy like that.

He watched you walk down the path towards you car, making sure to call out about wanting fish sticks which you obviously ignored. As soon as you disappeared, his ears dropped. Two hours away from you would be too long.

Shinsou laid belly down on your bed, languidly sifting through the higher channels on your television, not really caring about any of the faces that appeared on the screen. The only face he wanted to see was yours. He wondered what it would take to get you up on that screen. Shinsou gave up, stopping at a channel where men were fighting with long pointed knives in the snow, and rolled off the bed.

He poked and prodded at the toiletries lining the counter in your restroom, turning his nose up at the long tube full of that terrible paste you said was to help keep his teeth cleaned, and reached for the little box that was full of the string that was also supposed to keep your teeth clean, but was much more fun to you around with. Shinsou pulled the floss out to about two feet before realizing he was already bored. He dragged the little box by the string back to the bed, sighing, wanting you to make a swift return.

He popped his head through the window blinds and glared at two people walking in the snow. They were holding hands, coming too close to the condo for his comfort. Shinsou hissed at them, but because the window was closed, they couldn’t hear him. Little white flecks fell from the sky and one of the people, a woman, held out her hands to catch them, laughing when they melted in her hand. Her partner smiled down at her, put their hands on her hips, and pressed their lips to her’s. Shinsou’s eyes widened at the gesture. He didn’t understand what they were doing but seeing the way the woman blushed and looked… so happy… it made him want to try that out on you.

The woman turned away, giggling at something her partner said, and locked eyes with Shinsou. Shinsou didn’t bat a lash at her but still she scowled back and pulled her partner farther along the path and away from the condo.

Shinsou sprawled out on the bed. “I love you, pretty kitty,” he said to himself, reimagining you saying that to him like you did on the night he changed. He groaned and moseyed over to your laundry basket. You’d ordered one for him, saying that you wanted to keep things neat and separated even though the two of you were sharing nearly everything else, but he didn’t mind. His basket smelled like him while yours… well, yours smelled like you.

He tipped your basket over, sifting through the mountain of clothes to find the sweater he liked the most, wanting to feel closer to you. He couldn’t find it; it must’ve either been hanging up or in the terrible danger machine with all that foamy water that made loud noises in the middle of the night, but what he did find was much better.

A small lacy piece that stretched out when Shinsou pulled on it. It smelled like you but not like your sweaters did. Shinsou’s ears went back before bringing the item to his nose, inhaling the delicious, musky aroma. What in the world could this be? Tiny pants? He licked a strip across where the scent wafted the strongest and his body shuddered, the same nuisance he’d not gotten used to yet came straining against his own pants.

Shinsou rested the small clothing item on the floor, glaring down at it, wondering how something so small could make his body react in that way. His hands went down to paw at the sudden sensitive bulge, clenching his jaw when the member began to throb. Shinsou got down on his hands and knees and dipped his hips to rub away this sudden burden, burrowing his nose into your tiny pants, imagining the floor was you.

Shinsou began to purr, the more he rubbed himself on the carpet, the tighter his belly felt, and thought about you running your fingers through his hair. He heard your late night sighs in his head and he closed his eyes, guiding his clothed shaft faster against the floor. He clawed into the carpet, grooving himself harder and harder, missing the warmth of your skin. It felt good but it wasn’t enough. Frustrated, he pulled his pants down and grabbed the bulge, thumb curiously rubbing the bit of pre-cum seeping out of his slit. He laid down on his back, holding your underwear up to his face, inhaling your essence, impatiently stroking his erection, needing you to be there with him.

“Fuck,” he grunted, thinking about your human purrs. “That’s a good kitty. Hah~ Yeah, you like it when I touch you like this. Now you know you’re my human. You’re my girl. That’s right, purr for me, pretty kitty.” He bit his lip, feeling a surge build up in his loins. He pictured you on top of him, looking into his eyes, licking your lips, touching him. He wanted you. He wanted you to know how you made him feel, he wanted to make you feel exactly what he was feeling. “Feels so good, human. My human, my Y/N. You like this, don’t you? Haaah~!”

The throbbing got worse as his stomach spasmed. Shinsou brought your lace down to his cock and released his load into it, catching every last surprising drop of his own essence into your intimate fabric. He panted, wiping at the sweat that built up on his forehead. God, what was that.

Shinsou bundled the fabric into a ball, using it to wipe at the tip of his sensitive cock.He held the ball in his hands for too long after he got his pants back on, enjoying the idea of something of his mixing with you far too much, before realizing that you probably wouldn’t be too happy with how he’d gone about soiling something of yours. If he threw it back into the basket, surely you’d discover it. Besides that, it wasn’t yours anymore, right? It was his. He claimed it. With that in mind, he climbed back onto the bed, gave the lace on last whiff, and dropped it into Shinsou’s secret corner where he kept all his favorite toys hidden while he was a cat.

Feeling sleepier than usual, Shinsou decided to watch the rest of the weird pointed knife show on the television. His attention was only piqued when there was no more fighting, and a man and a woman were laying naked by a fireplace, whispering lewd things that were hidden in deeper context. Shinsou watched them kiss, and it wasn’t like the two people outside of the condo. This kissing was messier, more passionate, more of what Shinsou wanted with you, and- oh! The bulge came back. Shinsou had no idea how much time had passed, but since the show hadn’t ended yet, he figured it’d be a while until you get home. He reached over the side of the bed, feeling around for his new treasure. He skidded past a crinkle ball he no longer cared and fingered a feathered toy that was ripped to near shreds. He narrowed his eyes. He just put it there, where could it-?

The front door opened and Shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin. He heard your soft humming and the sound of paper bags placed on the kitchen counter. Shinsou scrambled to look normal but only managed to roll himself into a ball while he waited for you to enter the room. He closed his eyes and feigned a snore.

“Shinsou, I got sweet cream and fish sticks!” You happily chirped as you entered the room. Shinsou had no idea why he pretended to sleep, perhaps that was a more human instinct but it was worth it to have you gently caress his cheeks while he pretended to dream.

“Such a baby cat,” you sweetly cooed at him and Shinsou began to purr in response, giving himself away. You clicked your tongue and pulled away but Shinsou grabbed you before you could leave the bed.

“I missed you,” he sleepily whispered, rubbing his forehead against your arm.

“At least it was a quick trip,” you replied, nonchalantly trying to ignore how flustered you were at Shinsou’s affection. He pulled on your arm and, with little resistance, got you into bed. He pressed his nose into your collarbone, inhaling deeply, trying to find and know everything you’d come in contact with while you were away.

“It’s hot in here,” you noted out loud, looking anywhere besides the cat-man, “and I see you made a mess.”

“You were around some other guy.”

It was a simple statement, one that shouldn’t really mean anything to you if Shinsou hadn’t said ‘other’ guy, as if there was any one guy in your life to begin with. “Yeah, probably the cashier.”

A cashier? That sounded dangerous. “Did he touch you?” He asked, tugging on your shirt collar. “I don’t like this smell… I don’t… I don’t like you leaving.”

You sighed and pushed Shinsou away by his forehead, sniffing your shirt collar to see if you could tell whatever it was he was going on about. “I’m not gonna apologize for getting you food.”

Shinsou pouted and reached again for your shirt but you smacked his hand away and stood up. You frowned when you saw his ears fall back. Damn all his cute kitten characteristics. He’d just have to get used to you leaving sometimes. You really couldn’t let yourself feel bad or give in to his childish antics. This was your house. Still, you should probably make him something so he can feel at least a little bit better. He really should try an apple.

Shinsou waited for you to begin snoring softly. Dinner that night had been full of you talking at him all about nutrition and what humans had to eat, and Shinsou silently pondering about your life outside of the condo. Who had touched you? Who kissed you or made you giggle or sigh or purr in the past? Was there ever anybody else? When he was a cat, whenever anybody stopped by, Shinsou had always stayed hidden. He didn’t like anybody but you. It irked them that he wasn’t more prying back then. He could have learned so much more about you!

The curious kitty gripped the sheets next to you, looking down on your sleeping form. You’d already showered so he couldn’t smell the person he did before and it was infuriating. He was supposed to be the one to claim you. Nobody else cared about you like he did!

He groaned and rested his head on your chest, breathing you in. Even if you were clean, you still smelled good. Recalling the scent he’d gotten for your laundry before, he felt his length harden against your side. God, what was it about you that got him like this? He never felt this way when he was a cat. He loved you back then, sure, but this was different. This was bitter and it ached.

Shsinsou didn’t realize he was rubbing his shaft on you until he feels a bit of wetness leak out from the slit in his cock. Fuck, it felt so good having his hand wrapped around himself earlier. He only wished you could feel something similar, then you’d never want to be claimed by any other man.

“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” He asked while nuzzling himself against your soft, squishy breast. He chirped at the feeling, everything about you was so nice. His hand slid across your stomach to grip your side, lightly to not wake you. You were such a heavy sleeper and even though you weren’t snoring anymore, he knew it took a lot to wake you up. He just couldn’t bite you.

He licked you through the fabric of your shirt, waiting to see your nipples pucker, like little buttons waiting to be squeezed. Shinsou considered what he was doing for only a second before deciding to run his hands under your shirt to palm your breasts.

“Ahhhah.” Shinsou eyed you after that little squeak escaped your mouth. Your eyes stayed closed but your rubbed your thighs together. Good. Shinsou pushed you shirt all the way up so he can drag his tongue across your skin, waiting for those little prickles to appear on your flesh. You let out another moan and that Shinsou shuddered, the aching in his pants becoming more unbearable.

“Yeah, kitten?” He squeezed your side. “You don’t want to be touched by anyone else but me, huh?” Shinsou rubbed his cheeks across your sensitive flesh. “‘Cause that would be really bad for you.”

You said nothing, of course, but he took your heavy breathing as compliance. Shinsou moved further down your body, raking his nails along your sides, enjoying the sight of you squirming underneath him.

“‘Cause nobody would treat you as well as I can…” his hands ghosted over your pajamas shorts, searching for the part of your body that would be similar to his, but even when he pressed down, he found nothing. You did gasp though, and unlike all the other times Shinsou immediately retreated in fear of your fury, he stood stock still and waited for your eyes to flutter open. They never did.

Curious, he dipped down to your pelvic bone, rubbing his face over your shorts. There wasn’t anything there but a soft indent, but the smell, similar to the aroma from the lace he kept hidden but less musky, got his pupils dilating.

“Tiny pants?” Shinsou travels the indent in your shorts with his tongue and watched your fingers knead at the sheets. He breathed you in groaning to himself, relishing that fantastic scent that drive his hormones wild, before pushing his tongue harder into you making you sigh louder than before.

He clawed at your elastic waistband, wanting so badly to have more of you, and he pulled them down to reveal even cuter tiny pants than he’d found before. He traced a finger down the soft fabric, noting the moistness he felt the further down he traveled. Hungrier than ever, he tongued the fabric, tasting that delicious musk he’d fallen in love with immediately. “Hell, kitten, why do you taste so good?”

He pulled the fabric to the side and gasped lightly at your glistening perfection. He had no idea what he was looking at, bare and beautiful, all he knew was that he fucking needed it.

He ate you like he was starving for it, stopping only to check in your through half-lidded eyes, relieved to see only the rising and falling of your chest. His tongue dashing around the cute little nub that made you twitch so you could make those heavenly sighs. As an experiment, he let a finger prod into your wonderful hole that was feeding him so well, and feeling you clench around his digits told him he should continue what he was doing.

He curled into you, feeling the soft pad of your insides coat his fingers with all of you as he licked and sucked until your body convulsed and you let out weak little whines for him. That didn’t stop his tongue’s journey; he knew he could make you purr and now that he finally got you to, he didn’t think he could stop. Your moans got louder and your shaking became erratic until-

You grabbed a fist full of Shinsou’s hair and yanked him upwards. “Shinsou!” You breathed, body flushed and covered in sweat. Shinsou wiped his mouth, panting back at you, glaring at you for interrupting his fun. “What… you can’t be doing…”

Before you could finish what you were saying, Shinsou pushed your shoulder back and towered over you. He rubbed his wet fingers together and lead them to your lips. “Taste it,” he commanded and with little restraint, he inserted his fingers into your mouth, allowing your tongue to swirl over him. He smirked. “Good kitty.”

He pulled his fingers away to replace them with his lips, copying what he’d seen on the television, he forced his tongue into your mouth and swallowed your defiant cries with jubilant ease. It was incredible to him that everything about you tasted so fucking good but god was it not enough. His cock throbbed and ached even while he grinded it against your warm heat, but he figured he knew exactly what to do about that.

He pulled back and swiftly stripped himself of his pajama pants, licking his lips, happy to see you weren’t objecting while you watched him stroking his member in front of you. He pulled your tiny pants down and lined his cock up with your slit, taking a moment to rub his head around in your essence.

“Wait- wait, Shinsou, this isn’t-!”

He leaned down, claimed your lips once more, and pressed into you.

You moaned louder than you did while you were sleeping, clawing harshly on to his back which Shinsou didn’t know he needed but surely wasn’t objecting to. He hissed in his pleasure, pumping into your tight cunt, grunting out swears while he peppered your neck with sloppy wet kisses. You grabbed the back of his head once more which only pushed him to growl and bite down hard onto your neck, making you clench around his shaft.

“What’d I tell you?” Shinsou asked as his thrusts get more erratic while he pounded into you. “Said that you’re mine, didn’t I?”

It seemed like Shinsou was filling every part of you up and you couldn’t object, you couldn’t stop this. A little part of you maybe wanted him to completely take you over like this but it was wrong. Still, he fit you like a glove and you couldn’t stop yourself from giving way to pleasure.

You could only mewl back at him like the cute little pet that you were. Shinsou rocked into you, fucking you harder and faster until the familiar buzz came traveling in between his hips. He pressed a hand down on your stomach to feel his cock rutting up against it, enjoying how pathetic you were underneath him. “Such a cute kitty,” he hissed through his teeth as his pleasure built up. “Such a brat for keeping this from me, you know? What kinda owner would deny their pet this, huh? This is why it should be the other way around.”

“Shinsou I’m-“ you squeezed your eyes shut, gripping harder onto his muscular back. You could feel every inch of him absolutely destroying you and it was far too much to handle!

He smirked down on you. “What is it, kitten? You gonna purr some more?”

“I’m ~haaaah ahh~ fuck, I’m coming, I’m aaah~” you arched your back and let a violent wave travel throughout your body, clamping down hard on Shinsou. He seethed back at you, pressing a hand down beside you to ride your wave and follow you down that ecstatic path, jetting into you, filling your throbbing cunt with his seed.

He panted against your collarbone, staying inside of you for as long as he could muster, savoring the feeling of you fluttering around him.

Your hands fell to your sides, too awestruck to make any sort of remark towards what just happened. You fucked your cat. No, no, you just got fucked by your cat. But you didn’t stop it!

Finally, Shinsou pulled out of you, letting his cum seep out and into your bed. He pulled your pajama bottoms back up and kissed your pelvis to show his affection or gratitude. You couldn’t tell.

“Shinsou…” you began but the indigo haired cat-man ignores you, humming as he grabbed your chin to pull you into another mouthy kiss.

“It’s time for you to sleep, human,” he whispered before nipping at your bottom lip. “I’ll be sure to make you some food in the morning.”

…what?! Shinsou didn’t make you food, you made him food! He pulled you over so your back was flush against his front, holding your warm body tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“And don’t forget-“ he kissed your cheek “-I love you, pretty kitty.”

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#tw yandere #tw dubcon #neko!shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #yandere!shinsou #rach reads

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rachread-books · 2 years ago

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My Third Quarter Book Reading Update for 2022!

Hello back again but an update! Here all the books I read from July until September 2022.

Spy x Family Vol 2

You'll Be The Death of Me

Verity

Addicted for Now

Spy x Family Vol 3

As Good As Dead

The Summer I Turned Pretty

read more (i talked about my thought after reading them)

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lycoris-artcorner · 1 year ago

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I'll forever be frustrated about Skids plotline

(demonstrated through MTMTE and Lost Light panels)

Nautica became that someone for Skids, Amica Endurae who saw him for his kindness, she changed him for better

Then Lost Light basically applied that Nautica betrayed Skids and pointed out that she acted out of character

And it's all while we could have had completely adequate satisfying ending for his story arc (in MTMTE notebooks)

I'm sorry I can't take that anymore all stuff that happened was completely unnecessary to begin with ughhh WHY

#This is canon for me now #Not to mention such ending to Skids arc would be positive message to send #Killing Skids off don't make any sense especially the way it was done #What Rached couldn't stop him from moving? I'm sorry that's stupid #And what Nautica forgetting him gave? Nothing just sad for the sake of sad bullshit #How it was handled eats me alive it doesn't make damn sense #Literally all was needed is to comfort Skids cause none of what happened was his fault and boom all well #incoherent thoughts #mtmte #lost light #tf mtmte #mtmte skids #mtmte nautica #transformers #transformers mtmte #more than meets the eye #And don't get me started on pointless death of Nightbeat #Cuz that's another beef of mine #I didn't even finish reading Lost Light #idw skids #Skids #idw nautica #Nautica #tf skids #tf nautica #idw transformers #Mtmte notebooks #james roberts #maccadams #jro

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dabilove27 · 2 years ago

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I am SHRIEKING! You portrayed them both perfectly and deliciously! I’m just non stop short circuiting over here!

HC for voyerist Kiri and Baku?

My two best bois being naughty, sure~ I could have kept writing these forever, but I decided to stop myself before they got too lewd.

Warnings: 18+, NS*W. These are quite non-con/dub-con. Please keep this in mind if you decide to read~

Kirishima

It started off as an accident. He was on his way back to his room after having a shower, running his towel through his hair when he saw you further down in the hallway, a plush white towel wrapped tight around your body as you made your way back to your room.

He assumed you were rushing because you didn’t want anyone to see you like this, but he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to roam the exposed skin on your body. Sure, Kirishima had seen your skin exposed before, the shorts you wore during training or the low-cut shirts, but this was different. Far more.. Lewd.

His heart almost stopped in his chest when you dropped your panties, his eyes focused on the skimpy material as he felt his entire body heat up, before his eyes moved to your body, leaning down to grab them. When you bent over it gave him the most delicious view of your bare pussy and the curve of your ass. Kirishima nearly imploded there and then.

You didn’t notice the male behind you as you quickly retrieved your item and made your way back to your room. Kirishima’s feet couldn’t even move him. His brain replaying the moment over and over in his head. Groaning he felt his semi-erect cock twitch in his sweats as he eased a hand down to palm against it, giving himself some much needed relief.

This was entirely your fault for being so sexy, Kirishima chastised himself as he crept into the girls washrooms, ducking behind one of the shower stalls as he peeked out from behind the curtain to wait for you to exit your steamy shower. Kirishima had to stop himself from groaning out loud when he saw you completely naked and wet. His hand immediately moving to grab his growing erection as he watched you run your towel along your naked body, bending over in front of him to dry your legs. The sight of your naked cunt up close almost made him step out of his hiding place and take you right there and then.

Kirishima then sat in shock as you sat down on the bench in the middle of the room and began to cream your naked body up, hands sliding along your skin perfectly. The way that your hands cupped your breasts, the cream adding a slight sheen to your skin. Kirishima pulled down his sweats to free his cock as he began to give himself rough tugs at the sight. This was so lewd, but he couldn’t stop himself. You were so beautiful.

Bakugou

The first time had been a complete accident. Bakugou had finished his evening training session and had just changed to head back to the dorms, intending to go straight to bed when he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes.

The door to the female locker room was ajar, and he couldn’t work out why his body wouldn’t allow him to move from his position beside it, glancing through the tiny gap to see who was on the other side. Bakugou sucked in a breath when he saw your topless body, clad in the smallest pair of panties he had ever seen as you ran a towel along your damp skin, the droplets of water from your shower littering your body. Bakugou felt his pants tighten as he tried to imagine what it would be like to run his tongue along your supple skin, catching some of the droplets on his tongue as he moved lower to your panties.

Suddenly he panicked as you moved to pick up your gym bag, moving towards the exit. Trying to act nonchalant he sauntered out of the building. Hearing your voice calling behind him to wait up. You were going to be the death of him.

Bakugou would blame this on you, because it certainly wasn’t his fault that you were so sexy. He couldn’t get you out of his mind and it was becoming a huge hindrance. So much so, that he found himself unable to sleep at night. His usual 9pm bedtime was becoming a restless sleep. Throwing the covers off himself with a grunt, he eased himself into his slippers, quietly padding down to the girls floor, knowing everyone would be asleep at this hour but he was still cautious. Fingers lightly tugging at your door knob, grinning that it was unlocked and pushing it open with a slight click.

Stepping into the dark room he noticed you strewn out on your bed, the moonlight shining in to illuminate your face. He glanced at the oversized shirt you were wearing, taking note of the way you were sprawled out on your front, one of your legs hiked up as though presenting yourself for him. Bakugou grinned as he crept closer, tugging your nightshirt up to slowly reveal the exposed skin of your ass, your panties bunched up in your sleep giving him the perfect view of your round behind. Bakugou cautiously lifted a hand up to graze against the exposed skin, groaning low in his throat at the feeling, risking a gentle squeeze. You really were perfect.

Feeling braver, he ran the pads of his fingers down the lacy material, moving to your clothed slit as he began to rub gently over it. Bakugou almost came in his pants as he felt wetness in your panties through the material. What were you dreaming about? Had you touched yourself before you went to sleep? Multiple questions began to run through his mind as he tugged his phone out of his pocket, risking a cheeky photograph of your exposed skin. Fully prepared to run out of the room if the flash woke you up. Luckily for him it didn’t as he slipped out of your room, bringing his fingers up to smell your scent on them. As he turned back to close your door he was sure he heard the faint sound of “Katsuki,” muttered from your lips.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #rach reads

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