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angelplummie · 3 years

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Hello! How are you? I saw your HCs of Class A boy’s insecurities and I enjoyed reading it! May I request Shinsou, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Sero for the next part of them if you are planning on doing a Part 2? Thank you💜

THINGS CLASS 1-A BOYS ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better p.2

tiny angst big comfort

1A boys x reader

masterlist

warnings: none!

part 1 shiratorizawa ver.

TODOROKI

•shoto, surprisingly, has insanely hairy legs

•like HOLY SHIT THAT GUYS LEGS ARE HAIRY

• he’s kinda self conscious about it especially since he got teased for it as a kid, and it’s kinda unexpected of him

• when he’s at ur dorm ur watching a movie and ur doing that cute couples thing where he’s on the sofa and ur right below him and his legs are on either side of u

•well his sweats were riding up his leg so much so that the elastic is over his knee now, and his whole shin is out

• absent mindedly, you lean over to one side and wrap your arms around his calve.

•he kinda jumps when you run your fingers through the hair and muzzle your face into his knee

•”what are you doing?”

•”hm?”

•”why are you hugging my leg?”

• “cuz i wanted to. do you want me to stop?”

• ...

• “no”

• you turn back the movie fingers resuming their gentle combing through his leg hairs. which felt weird for shoto, but not necessarily unwelcome

•he was a little embarrassed, but you didn’t seem to mind his leg hair, so why should he?

BAKUGOU

• for some reason, he’s really hyper conscious of how he smells? like he’s showering all the time just to make sure he doesn’t reek

•it probably comes from his sweating a lot for his quirk, but either way, he does not want to smell bad ever. ever ever ever ever

• especially when he starts dating you, he hates the idea of him hugging you and you just thinking about how badly he reeks

• (even though no one has ever told him he smells bad, or even suggested it? entirely in his head)

• so when he comes home one day after gruelling hero training, all sweaty and gross because the showers were closed, his worst fear comes to light as you jump on him, throwing your arms around his middle and pressing your face into the side of his chest, dangerously close to his armpit

•he can’t open his arms, then ud be hit with stench, so he squeezes his arms into his side and gives ur back an awkward pat

•you huff and hold him tighter

• “hug me properly!!”

•he sighs

• “can’t, ’m too stinky from training”

• “like i care, im showering later anyway”

• begrudgingly, he opens his arms and embraces you.

• “you don’t even smell bad”

• “i don’t?”

• “no. you just smell like my boyfriend”

• he grumbles something before kissing the top of your head

• “that was cute. now go shower”

SERO

•has really bad acne

• gets quite down about it tbh, he thinks it makes him look so ugly :(((

• has tried everything under the sun to get rid of them

• but nothing seems to work

•picks at them nonstop, asked denki to shock him every time he catches him doing it

• put fuckinh tooth paste on that shit cuz he’s an idiot, wondered how that turned out ser-bear 🤡

•anywho,,, when u guys start dating and hanging out more, u seek the way he drowns his skin in chemicals and looks at his pimple covered face with distain whenever he has the mirror to himself

•you feel bad, bc u actually find acne really hot, but u know it wouldn’t help just to tell him he’s a smoke show

• so u tell him physically, holding his face in your hands and kissing his scarred, hyper-pigmented cheeks, even doing your face masks with him to give his skin a break from his incessant onslaught

• he slowly starts to feel neutral to the pink that covers his cheeks, and with your help, the acne dies down. even when it flares up again, he doesn’t mind too much, because he knows you will always love his face, no matter what

SHISOU

•he can never get his hair to behave

•it always ends up in the same overly voluminous mane, and he hates it

• he wants it to look something like todorokis, but his hair is too thin and too poofy to go down straight like that

• so he always ends up with untameable hair every morning, it really bothers him

• it wasn’t really that huge of an issue, until he started liking you

• he didn’t wanna be know as the mind control boy with the shitty hair to you, he wanted you to like him to :(

• that’s why he’s over the moon when you come up behind him when he’s finishing work off at break still in his desk and you take a strand of his hair and run your fingers over it

•he jumps a little initially

•”what are you doing?”

•when he spins around he sees it’s you and his eyes instantly soften

•”your hair is really soft shinsou. how do you get it so poofy?” you say still carding your fingers thru it

•his brain function stops when he feels your hands on his scalp and his heart is surely going to shatter his ribs with how fast it’s beating

• “Shinsou?”

• “mommy? I MEAN YES”

(not really but can you imagine)

• “mhm? oh yeah, uh, i don’t really do anything to it, it’s just like that.”

•”damn that’s pretty cool, you must do something for it to be this soft though.”

•”i-i dont.”

•”hm. pretty cool”

• you give his head a final ruffle just as the bell goes and you flounce back to you desk

•like he’s gonna be able to concentrate after that

thank u for tuning in to part 2!!!! i am greatly enjoying this series, if u want to request any other characters/volleyball teams pls sound off in my asks!! hope u had fun reading! reblogs and replies appreciated!! bye love you bye !

#mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #todoroki fluff #sero fluff #shinsou fluff #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #sero x reader #shinsou x reader #mha comfort #bnha comfort #soft bakugou #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 2 years

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Vikings + curls and afros

Summary: how would the Vikings react to seeing their friend/partner/... with an afro/big curls for the first time after taking their braids ouut

A/N: I’m so honored that you feel comfy with requesting this from me anon <3

Had to do some research, and I hope I got everything right :) if there’s something off, please correct me in the comments/reblogs

Tagged: @bragisrunes, @demon-of-the-ancient-world, @alicedopey

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

He kinda jumps when he turns around and sees you for the first time

(probably bc he’s high and didn’t realize what was occurring)

He’s one of those annoying people who just touch your hair without permission

So many questions, so unintentionally disrespectful

Lagertha

So in awe of your curls

She loves her hair and loves braiding it

But she’s blonde and white so volume does not exist to her

Will ask you if she can braid it the next time you want it braided

Greatest viking x afro hairstyles

Bjorn

He cannot comprehend

How does your hair just… do that?

It looks so normal when it’s braided and then it’s just suddenly so big and pretty

In absolute awe

He can appreciate art when he sees it

Ubbe

Also very fascinated

Asks you to explain different hairtypes to him

Makes a joke about wanting kids with your type of hair

Highkey thinks you look stunning with your curls

Asks you to never braid your hair again

Hvitserk

Doesn’t notice at first

He’s too busy eating something, but then he sees your hair out of the corner of his eye

And boom, he can’t stop staring

Thinks curls are super cool

Asks if there’s any way he can get them

Don’t tell him abt perms. He tries to do it to himself

Sigurd

I totally agree that Sigurd would be very jealous

Listens to your explanation, is still unsatisfied and wants volume

Tries to tease his hair endlessly

He gets a little more volume, but it’s raining that day

Steps outside for two seconds, ends up looking like a wet poodle

Ivar

Also slightly obsessed with your hair

He offers to get you any products you might need after he learns that curly hair needs a different kind of care

he’s someone who hoards knowledge like a dragon gold, so you can teach him just about everything about afros, curls and their history

gets angry on your behalf when people behave disrespectfully

Torvi

another queen of braids who will beg you to let her do your next hairdo

wants to learn about different hair textures and how curls work

she’s interested in how you manage an afro in day-to-day life – I think especially in viking life afros might be a little difficult to manage

she realizes that the climate is very damaging to your hair and searches through her own stock of hair care to help you

very sweet

#torvi #ivar #sigurd #ubbe #hvitserk #bjorn #lagertha #ragnar #vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #history vikings #ivar lothbrok #ubbe x reader #torvi x reader #vikings imagine #hvitserk x reader #bjorn x reader #lagertha x reader

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beananacake · 3 years

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Snapshot (Richard Madden x Reader)

Of Family and Puns

(One shot)

Summary: Your story time Twitter thread of how your grandparents thought you were dating Richard Madden becomes viral and you get the chance to meet the man himself.

One shot Summary: You bring Richard to meet your grandparents and he learns where you get your bad puns.

Word Count: 2.5k words

Warnings: Bad puns are back babey! (that's basically it)

A/N: This surprise one-shot is my gift to you guys on my birthday! I would've celebrated by going out to watch Eternals but with circumstances, I'm going to be a bit late in knowing about the movie (which sucks bc I've been waiting for it for years) But anyway, enjoy this bit of lighthearted fluff before the storm that is the final chapter, Part 5. I love you guys! ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN! Reviews, comments, suggestions, requests (and reblogs) are happily welcomed and accepted! Not beta'd, we own our mistakes like real ppl. Enjoy One shot 1!

Disclaimer: We're all only having fun here, right guys? I have no idea if Bodyguard is indeed having a potential second season. That being said, all information posted herein is not intended to be taken seriously. Take it with a grain of salt, if you please.

“Y/N!”

Snow crunched under your booted feet as you ran up to your grandparents and gave them a tight hug. You had missed them, having not been able to book last year’s holidays off from the laboratory and thus not being able to come, but had promised to be back for the next holidays with more presents and a lot more stories. They only wanted two things from you anyway; your presence and the chance to meet the man in the photos you had been sending them. And they were getting both presents this holiday because you were able to bring your boyfriend with you.

Richard was able to book off two weeks of the holidays so he could finally meet your grandparents. It was endearing how he was much more nervous in meeting your grandparents than he was when he met your parents. He took the time to pick out the best gift he could give them even if you had insisted he didn’t have to. He was persistent about it and you relented, telling him he could just give them robes and they would be thankful for it. You didn’t realize your boyfriend would go overboard with it and he bought the softest, warmest, coziest robes you’ve ever touched.

“Y/N! You’ve grown!” Gramps said as he set you down. He was a spry man of seventy, not looking a bit like his age because of all the wood chopping and exercise he had been doing since moving into this quaint elderly village.

“Gramps, you say the same thing every year,” you said and dropped a kiss on his cheek. You kissed your Gran too, smiling at her. “Gran, I can see Gramps’ treating you well,” you teased.

“Oh, stop teasing, Y/N,” your grandmother said good-naturedly before giving you another tight squeeze. She always smelt of peppermint, much more during the holidays because of her love of adding it to her hot drinks.

“Who’s the fella? Where do you think he parked his U-boat?” Your gramps asked as you pulled away.

“Gramps!” You let out, surprised. “Oh, my god! Please be on your best behavior!”

Your grandmother tittered. “Is that your boyfriend? Oh, he’s so handsome!”

Gramps harrumphed, looking at Richard with a set look in his eyes. “It’s not that cold here in Vermont.”

You looked over to your boyfriend, finding him handsome in his white turtleneck, navy slacks and his brown Chelsea boots. He had on a wool coat to stave off the wintry chill of the state. You turned back to your grandfather and gave him a wry look.

“Gramps, we live in Los Angeles. It’s definitely colder here in Vermont.” You pulled back from your grandparents and looked at them sternly. “If you love me, please behave. He’s nervous to meet you.”

Gramps only nodded, still looking at your boyfriend. You smiled gently at them before going back to Richard.

“Ready?” You asked as you intertwined your fingers with his.

He huffed. “Yes.” He nodded. “Ready.”

You kissed his cheek. “Stop acting like you’re going to be slaughtered, love. These are my grandparents.”

“All the more reason for me to be anxious,” he said as he squeezed your hand. “But let’s get on with it. I don’t want them getting the wrong impression of me.”

You smiled. “Okay, Prince Charming. Let’s go.”

Richard’s hands were cold in yours and you knew it wasn’t because of the weather. You had told him before how much your grandparents’ admiration and love meant to you and it somehow bled onto him that he wanted to get their seal of approval in dating you. If it meant him being nit-picked for everything he did, he would gladly take it as long as in the end, they approved him for you. That was how much he loved you.

You smiled at your grandparents as you stopped before them, only now realizing that you were nervous as well. This was Richard, the love of your life, meeting the other loves of your life. You hoped to all that was holy that they got along.

“Gramps, Gran, this is my boyfriend, Richard,” you said with a smile. “Love, my grandparents.”

Your grandmother wasted no time in hugging him, engulfing his tall frame in as much as she could in her small one. “You are as handsome as the photos Y/N had been sending us!”

Richard chuckled graciously, returning your grandmother’s hug. “Thank you, Mrs. L/N.”

“Oh, please,” your gran admonished as she pulled away. “It’s gran to you now as well.” She patted his cheek and smiled softly.

“Gramps? Got anything to say to Richard?” you asked carefully. He had been watching your boyfriend as if gauging him and sizing him up—or down.

Richard took his spot beside you, holding your hand in his and squeezing it. His nerves were contagious.

“Let’s come inside,” was all he said.

When he and gran had gone in ahead of you, you blew out a sigh and turned to Richard. He was looking at you, a bit apprehensive.

“I don’t think your grandfather likes me.”

You squeezed his hand and reached up to dust the smattering of snow from his hair.

“He is my father’s father,” you teased and in a surprising turn of events, he missed the joke in your voice.

He regarded you with a comically stricken look on his face and as much as you wanted to laugh, your heart clenched at the sight of it. He was nervous and you were being unsupportive. Bad Y/N. Bad girlfriend.

“Oh, love. I’m sorry. I was joking.” You went up to your toes and hugged him. “He’s way better than my father, Richard. Really. He’s just playing with you.”

You felt him bury his face on your neck, hugging you close to him. “I just want them to like me for you.”

Oh. Well, you weren’t expecting him to admit that. You only had a hunch as to why he was nervous but you did not think you would end up right.

“And they like you. I know my grandparents, love. Gramps is just trying to lighten the mood.” You pulled away but kept your hands on his arms. “Did you know what he asked me when you went down from the car? He asked me where you parked the U-boat.”

And with that, he chuckled. You loved the sound of his laugh and how his face scrunched when he did so.

“You do know you chose this jumper for me, love.” He took your hand in his and followed you towards the house.

“I know and I feel bad. We should have settled for the navy one since that was also a good look on you.”

You entered your grandparents’ charming old house and smiled at the rush of warm air that met you. There was fire burning in the fireplace directly at the opposite side of the door and the TV mounted on the wall was blaring on a weather forecast. The piano sat on the other end of the living room, your latest photo with Richard at the forefront of the frames that were on top of it. Your sister was helping your grandmother in the kitchen on the left side of the house and your parents were probably somewhere upstairs, changing into something more comfortable other than their thick outer garments and heavy boots. You removed your coat and bonnet, placing it on one of the hooks by the door and removed your boots, opting for one of the house moccasins. You got your boyfriend a pair and helped him out of his coat.

“Y/N, I’m sure your boyfriend can do that himself,” said gramps as he came down the stairs.

“I’m sure you can do it yourself too but you let gran help you,” you countered sweetly.

One point for you, no points for gramps.

You heard your grandmother chuckle from the kitchen and she gave you a little wink. You went over to them, watching from the counter as Y/S/N helped out in preparing the potatoes.

“Your boyfriend can cook?” gramps asked you as he entered the kitchen. He dropped a kiss to your gran’s cheek.

“Yep,” you said, popping the P. “We just had pasta the other day, made pesto sauce from scratch.”

Richard stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed the back of your head. You rubbed at his arm and smiled at them.

“Gramps, can you please check if the water’s boiling?” Your sister asked as she prepared more of the vegetables.

Gramps walked over to the pot of boiling water and made a sign of the cross over it. “R.I.P. boiling water. You will be mist.”

Richard snorted from the back of your head and you held in your laugh. Your Gran only shook her head, definitely used to your Gramps’ corny jokes by now. Gramps, however, turned to the both of you with a raised eyebrow.

“Did you say something?” He specifically asked your boyfriend.

“No, sir.” Richard replied sincerely.

“I heard you say something.”

“I didn’t say anything, sir.”

“You didn’t like the joke?” He took the vegetables from your sister and dumped them in the pot.

“Never said I didn’t, sir.”

You squeezed Richard’s bicep. He kissed the back of your head in return.

“You’re an actor, aren’t you? Anything we’ve ever seen before? Braveheart, maybe?” Gramps looked at the both of you.

“He would have been about seven or eight when they filmed Braveheart, Gramps,” you drawled with a roll of your eyes. “He’s in Bodyguard.”

“The Whitney Houston movie?”

“Not The Bodyguard, Gramps,” your sister piped in from beside him. “Just Bodyguard. It’s on Netflix. I told gran all about it.”

“Oh, yes.” Your Gran looked at all of you with a smile. “He was very good. Are they making a second season?”

“I’m legally not allowed to say things about any of my shows,” Richard said. “But all I can say is I’m flying to and from London with talks for a potential second season, Gran.”

Your grandmother clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, good! Your Gramps won’t admit it but he loves the show. We tried guessing who it was and we still didn’t get it! Good show!”

You patted at your boyfriend’s arm and smiled. “Anything you want to add, Gramps?” You were enjoying baiting your grandfather.

Two points for you. Zero for gramps. This was fun.

“Nothing, nothing.” Your Gramps said. He neared you and he looked a bit distracted. “Although, I did call the tinnitus hotline once…”

You frowned and turned serious. They were getting old and you had been monitoring them from afar. Based from the laboratory results they’ve been sending you, they looked fine and at the pink of health. There shouldn’t have been any reason to call the tinnitus hotline.

“Yes…?” You looked at him worriedly.

“It just kept ringing.”

The snort that came out of Richard (again) was involuntary and it was only then that you realized your Gramps was joking. Gran laughed and clapped, as did your sister.

“Oh, that’s a good one, honey,” Gran said as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“Way to go, Gramps!” Y/S/N exclaimed with a laugh.

You only huffed. “That wasn’t funny, Gramps. I got worried for you for a sec.”

He patted your cheek affectionately. “Loosen up, kid. Even your boyfriend knows how to have fun.”

You pouted. “I know how to have fun,” you said, childish.

“Y/N, I can tell when a person is lying just by looking at them.” He told you in a grave voice. “I can also tell when a person is standing up.”

Your whole body shook and it wasn’t because you were laughing but because Richard was. He leaned his head on your shoulder and laughed, never minding the fact that he was nervous just a few minutes back.

“Gramps!” You stomped your foot. You didn’t enjoy being the butt of the joke. Usually with you two, Y/S/N was your unwilling victim. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“You must be part-Hawaiian. Do you know why? Because you got a quiet Hawaiian laugh. Aloha.”

Your boyfriend clutched you again, laughing harder. “A low—A low—A low ha—” He wheezed out the last syllable as he chortled.

Y/N: Two. Gramps: Two thousand. You’re on the losing end, loser.

You crossed your arms. Your boyfriend was clutching on you for his dear life, laughing like he inhaled a ton of laughing gas while you were unamused. You wanted to be in on the fun, not be the fun.

“C’mon, love. That was a funny joke,” Richard said once he recovered. He placed a kiss on your clothed shoulder and looked at your Gramps. “It was a good joke, sir.”

Gramps waved a hand away. “Call me Gramps. You’ve earned it.”

Christmas eve dinner went by without any problem. You have all told stories about the past year, you more so since you had one of the biggest changes in almost everything in your life, and everyone listened intently to you. Your grandparents were verbal about them being proud of you that you almost wept. You loved them so much and hearing their validation was like a balm to your soul. You also told them the truth about how you and Richard came to be together, starting from your accidentally sending them an edited photo of you and him, instead of the one with Jason.

“That Jason fella won’t survive in this family,” Gramps had said. “Richard would. He survived my puns.”

“Only because Y/N told me a pun on our first date, Gramps,” your boyfriend had replied as he refilled the potatoes on your plate.

You then ended up telling them that you had finally moved in with Richard. You remembered hearing them tell people that moving in with other people, especially when unmarried, is taboo but it didn’t seem like it mattered to them. They want you to be finally be happy, you thought to yourself.

The night wore on with more stories and bad puns. You finally had an input (What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back? A stick.) and you were pretty sure you were still the butt of the joke because no one laughed even if it was absolutely funny. They laughed at your boyfriend’s bad one (How can you tell a male ant from a female ant? If it sinks, it’s a girl ant. If it floats, it’s buoyant.) like it was the funniest thing in the world. Although you had to admit to yourself, it was a pretty good joke.

But it was what your grandfather had told Richard that made your Christmas. As everyone was readying for bed, you saw them talk in the hallway and listened to their quiet voices. You didn’t catch everything they said but you remembered the only that mattered the most.

Gramps had shaken Richard’s hand before pulling him into a hug, telling him in the most tender of voices you’ve ever heard him speak.

“Welcome to the family, kid.”

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bratkook · 4 years

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quiet, baby. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp warnings. exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, slightly teasing/mean kook turns into whiny kook at the end lol word count. 3.2k note. today on jlin spews together a smutty drabble while ignoring her other wips just bc that one specific photo of jungkook is eating away at her brain, i give you this, it’s not edited, idk if i hate it or not and i wrote it all on tumblr mobile so..yeah🤩

leave feedback/reblog/send an ask okie bye❣️

“That’s it, slow and steady baby.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, husky and teasing, edges of his lips ghosting around your ear as he sighs when you do exactly as he asks.

Your head falls forward with a choked groan as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers finding their desired target as he begins to circle your clit, your skin feeling hot from his sinful hands. Everything feels stuffy now, the sweat accumulating behind your neck, your face burning in embarrassment at you actually doing this, the thrill of where you were making another gush of arousal escape you.

When you had jokingly teased your boyfriend during dinner, your hand lightly ghosting over his cock through the thick denim he wore, you were lying if you said you didn’t think it would lead to anything besides seeing him flustered as he asked for the check. Jungkook always had something up his sleeve whenever you decided to be bold and you knew your actions would be well worth it.

Apparently you were right, your boyfriend did in fact have plans, the gears turning in his mind as you walked hand in hand down the streets, his half hard cock pressing against his jeans so prominently it was a blessing he wore long enough layers to cover it up. Jungkook wasn’t a sucker, if you thought you could tease him and act coy without getting similar treatment in return you had another thing coming.

As he stepped onto the subway and glanced around he smiled when he took note of one other person occupying the car, tucked away in a far corner with their eyes shut and earbuds blasting who knows what. It was perfect, you were completely unaware of the filthy plan he had as he guided you to the very back, but as soon as the subway started moving so did his hands.

Slowly at first, trailing along the exposed skin of your thighs, playing with the hem of your pleated skirt in a way so innocent you allowed yourself to get comfortable in your seat. Then came the teasing words, knowing just what your fantasies were and using them to his advantage, wrapped neatly with a ribbon on top, beautifully disguised to make you think it was in your favor.

You in fact were a sucker, which is exactly how you found yourself perched on top of Jungkook with your skirt bunched up, thighs held apart and hooked over his knees as you creamed his cock, taking him completely without a care in the world. Each roll of your sensitive clit makes you shudder above him, needing to shut your eyes to stop the possibility of making eye contact with the only other person here, if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. That’s the mentality that kept you going.

Jungkook simply chuckles when you rest your forehead against the seat in front of you, enjoying the way your body trembles with pleasure, your own hands tightly clutching onto the arm circling around your waist as you do your best to keep your moans in. The pleasure was slowly bubbling inside of you, the roll of his fingers lulling you further under the haze of it all and thats when he speaks.

“Let’s play a game hm?” he whispers, voice sounding steady and unaffected, only making you feel like more of a mess at how you were behaving.

“A game?” Your voice is soft, slurred at the ends as it spills out of your mouth, curling over your tongue as you struggle to speak. Jungkook knows he has you now, your competitive streak mixed with the lust clouding your brain made for the perfect scenario for Jungkook’s plan, there was no way you would say no.

“Yeah,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, rutting his hips up into you and smirking when you whimper in response from his cock rubbing against your g-spot. “If you can be a good girl and make me cum before our stop, I won’t punish you for your little stunt during dinner.”

“I didn’t–“ you start, the lie catching in your throat before it can even fully form, your nails digging into the leather of his jacket when he spreads your thighs further apart and delivers a swift smack against your aching clit, laughing meanly when your body twitches at the sensation.

“You did.” Jungkook continues to mouth along your skin, kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. When the automated voice fills the car and alerts you of the coming exit you feel the way he smiles against your skin, a small hum reaching your ears at the thought of you running out of time. The shadow of his bucket hat not allowing you to see his eyes when you turn back to look at him in curiosity, but you don’t need to see them to know the evil glint he’s sporting. “Better hurry up baby, we’re a few stops away.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, the first fully audible response from you so far. Could you make him cum in that amount of time? Possibly, but when Jungkook was determined to tease you he could hold off his own orgasm without a hitch, you on the other hand couldn’t and you knew if you came before him whatever punishment he had planned would only stretch out, it could go in your favor but you were too needy to test it out.

“C’mon, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” His hands roam up until he’s gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin and beginning to guide you to grind on top of him, the torturous glide of his cock rubbing all the right spots inside of you making you gasp.

“No,” you whimper, but the way your hips start to move once more show otherwise, a steady roll of your hips continuing and Jungkook doesn’t need to see the mess you’re making to know just how turned on you are by this. The base of his cock had a pool of your arousal around it, sticky and shiny each time you slid off before rolling back, no doubt ruining his underwear pushed a few inches down but that didn’t matter when you felt this good around him.

The disinterested sigh he lets out only makes you speed up, the loosening grip on your hips as he leans back into his seat has you desperate to keep his attention on you, show him how good you could be for him. With newfound determination your hands move to grip onto the back of the seat a few inches in front of you, holding yourself steady as you begin to bounce on top of him, hoping your actions are discreet enough to conceal what you were doing from wandering eyes.

Jungkook smirks when he feels your velvety walls tighten with each raise of your hips, lifting up until the head of his cock was the only thing nuzzled within you before your warmth took him in once more as you sank back down with a light thump. The rumbling of the subway wheels conceal the noise enough but he isn’t even sure he would care if anyone bares witness to this, seeing you lose yourself on top of him, desperate to make him cum despite being in public.

This had been a fantasy for both of you for so long and as the subway approaches the following stop you feel the tiny sense of panic begin to set in, the bright lights of the station grabbing your attention as you spot a handful of people lingering by the tracks. You still your hips as you wait, hoping none of them would step foot onto the car you were in, not entirely sure if you’d be able to pass off riding your boyfriend as innocently sitting on his lap.

“Is my baby shy now?” His words snap you back, a tilt of his head finally allowing you to see his eyes as he stares at you, a genuine look of understanding being passed between you, knowing if you had become too uncomfortable to continue he’d stop with no questions asked.

Your eyes move to stare out of the window once more, sighing in relief when the passengers board the car in front of you instead and the train resumes moving. “Just don’t want anyone to see.”

Jungkook laughs lightly at your words, sitting straighter as he circles his arms around your waist again, holding you still on top of him with his cock buried deep within you as his right hand creeps under your skirt once more. “Don’t want anyone to see what a needy slut you are?”

His words have the desired effect on you, whimpering and dropping your head back as his deft fingers find your clit like second nature, rubbing tight circles around your hardened nub as you tightened around his length.

“No,” you gasp, “only w-want you to see that.” The desperation laced in your voice makes it hard to recognize yourself but he revels in it, let’s himself soak in your words, the small tingles of pleasure spreading throughout his body before he’s planting his feet firmly onto the floor and thrusting up into you. A squeal of surprise fills the space, piercing through the silence it's a shock the single passenger was still sound asleep with his earbuds popped in.

“Quiet, baby.” he mocks with a teasing tilt to his voice, continuing to rut up into you, loving every moan that slips out of your plush lips, swollen from the way you bit down on them. Jungkook knew neither of you were being discreet now, with the way your body jostled each time he thrust up, your face twisted up in pleasure, illuminated by the bright lights, if anyone glanced in your direction it would be clear as day.

You didn’t care anymore, too lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, the sensation of the denim rubbing along the back of your thighs with each roll of his hips, the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne wrapping around you as he held you close. Paired with the way his fingers continued to flick against your clit, it was too much, already feeling your climax approaching.

Jungkook knows, can feel the way your walls get tighter, the tremble in your body as it starts to take over you, the breathy whines of his name as it gets closer. The need to cum has you quickening up your hips, meeting his thrusts in tandem, the two of you so lost in your pleasure you don’t notice the approaching stop. The automated voice doesn’t register in your head, your ears full of the rhythmic thumping of your heart, eyes once again shut and the prettiest pout on your lips that Jungkook could faintly see in the reflection of the window.

“Fuck, so pretty,” he groans, eyes locked onto your reflection, seeing your brows furrow together as your mouth drops open in a silent moan. Just as your orgasm is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away from your clit and stills your hips entirely with an iron grip, with all the stimulation gone your orgasm is ripped away from you, a whiny plea making Jungkook chuckle.

“No, no Jungkook please.” Your hips fight against his grip, desperately searching for any friction to relieve the ache of your ruined orgasm, rutting against him with a frown, head dropping forward as you stare down. With shaky hands you lift up your skirt and sigh when you see the way his fingers are covered in your slick, inches from your throbbing clit, choosing to deny you your pleasure like the teasing asshole he was.

“Did you forget already?” he asks, bringing a hand up to gently rub along your cheek as you whimper, leaning into his touch. When the doors close and the subway takes off again he chuckles, knowing your time was running out, already planning all the ways he would tease you the minute you got home. “One more stop baby.”

Taking a deep breath you try to ignore the flutters in your stomach, knowing exactly what you had to do to make Jungkook fall apart underneath you. When his hand loosens up on your hip you begin moving again, not holding back the moans that spill from your mouth anymore, making a show of grabbing his hands and trailing them up your thighs and under your shirt, knowing just how much he loved your tits.

He grunts against your shoulder in appreciation when his large palm grabs a handful of your boobs over the flimsy bralette you’re wearing, giving them a rough squeeze as you mewl above him. “Fuck, Jungkook,” you sigh dreamily, humming when the tip of his cock nudges along your g-spot. “You always make me so messy.”

Jungkook groans now, your words and the soft wet smacks of your messy pussy sinking onto his cock affecting him, making his head swim with desire as you whine when he pulls at your hardened nipple. “Shit, you feel so warm.” He’s speaking softly, almost like his thoughts are spilling out without warning, always losing himself whenever you become vocal, needing to hear just how good he made you feel to allow himself to bask in it.

His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the drag of your walls on his cock with each roll of your hips, your chest heaving as you panted, his hand still cupping your breast, teasingly tugging and twisting at the pebbled bud, wanting nothing more than to lick and suck his way around your chest but this would have to do.

“Kookie,” you breathe, “wanna feel you, please.” Your earlier orgasm starts to rise once more, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hold it back before him and with the stop approaching soon he had to cum now to save you from whatever torture he had planned.

“Yeah?” He huffs out a moan, whiny and needy, a complete contrast to the unaffected demeanor he had earlier. Jungkook couldn’t play calm and collected anymore, already diving head first into this, too far gone to be able to pull back now.

“I’m gonna make you even messier for me, s-show you–“ he’s cut off with a gasp when you start to pulse your walls around him, head falling back as a deep groan escapes him, his own orgasm crawling up his spine. “Fuck, show you how good girls get rewarded.”

“Please, I’ve been good, just wanna make you cum.” An unrestrained moan fills the air as he starts to thrust up into you in desperation, the only thought in his mind being filling you up full of his cum, wanting to see it dripping around your ruined underwear, slicked along your inner thighs and concealed by that tiny skirt you wore. You were always so hell bent on teasing him, knowing just how much he loved to ruin you afterwards, turning you into a delirious mess all because of his cock. He loves it.

“Don’t worry baby,” he grunts, the added layers he wore only making it stuffier for him as he begins to sweat, clinging to his body as he pants behind you. “Gonna fill you up.”

Trailing your own hand down your torso your fingers meet your throbbing clit, shuddering on top of him as you start to rub against it, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your climax inches closer. Jungkook isn’t far off, the coil inside of him tightening as you whimper each time his cock hits the back of your cervix, his brain heady with lust, not being able to hold back the increased volume of his moans.

“Fuck, almost there.” You hum in confirmation, nodding along as your body heats up, muscles beginning to tense, mind starting to float with each flick of your wrist.

“Show me I’m a good girl Kook,” you whine out so beautifully, so needy and desperate for him, and he loses it, rutting into you sloppily until he’s cumming, ribbons of white stuffing you full and warming you up as he fuck you. The feeling of his cum inside you sends you over the edge as well, your thighs giving out on you as you fully plop on top of him, your fingers continuing to rub along your sensitive clit as you shudder and twitch above him.

“Fuck,” he sighs out, panting by your ear and mixing in with the small ringing you hear from the strength of your orgasm. Slowly, his hand slips out from underneath your shirt, rubbing along the skin of your hips to help calm you down as your body trembles. With a small groan you pull yourself off of his softening cock, readjusting your messy underwear before scooting back onto the seat beside him.

Jungkook watches as your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, shiny with your arousal, coated in globs of his cum, looking just as inviting as always. He chokes on a moan when you instantly bend forward and slip it into your mouth, the sensitivity making him whine as you lick his cock clean, pulling off with a pop and a smirk. “Was I good?”

He narrows his eyes at your teasing tone, the devious look on your face showing him that you weren’t done yet. Jungkook thought he had one upped you, caught you by surprise after you teased him and took you on a run for your money by doing this, but you looked completely satisfied with yourself as he slid his cock back into his underwear and pulled his jeans back up.

“You’re evil.”

Jungkook smiles when you laugh, both of you pausing when the automated voice alerts you of your stop approaching in a few seconds. As the two of you stand up from the seats your eyes roam the car once more, a gasp escaping when you realize the only other person here has stepped off.

“Oh my god, when did they leave?”

“Last stop, don’t worry they left before it got good.” He clutches your hands when you go to swat at him, laughing heartily as you approach the car doors. “They totally knew too.”

Jungkook had seen the moment they left, earbuds still pushed in, but the way they had glanced in their direction shaking their head with a smile let him know that he was completely aware of the filthy things you two were doing.

“Jungkook!” you whine, stepping off the subway and onto the platform, grimacing when you feel the way your sticky underwear rubs against you.

“What? This was all part of your scheme you little devil, at least we didn’t have a massive audience.”

Well he had a point, it could’ve been worse, at least this way you were able to tick off the box beside this fantasy. “We’re never doing this again, I don’t care how hot it was.”

Your boyfriend just smiles, intertwining your hands together as you exit the station. He knew you better than anyone so he knew you were absolutely doing this again.

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Wanted to write for Eivor desperately bc I love her. Also ty to @mika-aris for being my cheerleader during this!!!

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Summary: You and Eivor have always had a flirtatious relationship, resulting in many close encounters. As a hunter, you go on trips to feed the settlement, recruiting warriors to come with you. When you offer to Eivor, she offers a counter of a trade. Private lessons to teach you how to fight, and in return she will give you company. What a shock she's in for when you show her you know damned well how to fight- and how to pin a big girl like her. Or. In which you pin Eivor in a spar match and she's Very horny about it.

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Valhalla

Relationship: Eivor/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Eivor is genderfluid and fem presenting atm, Eivor has a penis, Reader is gender neutral and genitalia is ambiguous so all can enjoy, No penetration or anything just dry/clothed humping

Words: 4k

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You would always rather be the hunter than the prey.

You were the hunter of your settlement inside the Raven Clan. Working alongside Petra and Wallace to ensure your entire settlement had the meat necessary for the feasts that were held often. The cattle could only birth so quickly, and the game within the forest could only be hunted so often before they, too, would deplete. Petra and Wallace stuck more to your island and its surroundings, while you preferred to venture off.

This normally resulted in you recruiting a few others to tag along, not to help with the hunt, but to help with the load you would return with. The furs were turned to furs for beds, the bones turned to weapons or arrow tips. Nothing ever went to waste.

The others you would recruit were simply to help cart back or boat back the hunts and to set up camp. And, of course, to provide intimidating company. You did not look to be a warrior yourself; You knew this. You did not have the rugged scarring of the others, or how they swung heavy axes over their shoulders and walked with swagger. But you were deadly with a bow, even deadlier with a blade in your hand. Silent, never startling your prey.

~Rest under the cut~

The only one who could hear you was the beloved Wolf-Kissed. Someone you had admired since back in your last settlement. Her braided red hair, all her tattoos, her crooked smile and the cocky prowess in her step. Or how she played with the little ones, chasing them in all her huge glory and her cloak making her appear all the larger.

You were close enough with the Jarl’s right hand. Enough that Eivor would seek you out, not just for questions or archery tips, but just to sit with you. Like when you were sharpening blades outside in the nice weather, how you’d heard her stalking up to you. She’d make conversation, her eyes watching you sharpen the blade and you looking up at her from under your lashes.

“Skilled hands.” She’d tell you, watching how you’d spin the knife in your grip with just your fingers.

You’d smile back up at her, sweet as could be. “Is it the skill that captures your attention, Wolf-Kissed? Or is it the implications beneath said skill that does?” Before you’d flip the knife in your grasp with a little toss and hold the hilt out to her. Always delighting in the smirk on her lips and her dark green eyes looking you up.

“A question I am sure you would like the answer to, hunter.” She’d tease back, taking the blade from you with her calloused fingers brushing your hand.

The flirting was heavy between you two. You suspected she merely had a strong sexual appetite, something you could satisfy. Yet, she never acted. An eternal tease.

Whether she was denying herself for the sake of denial. Or if she truly just had a flirtatious, friendly relationship with you was a question you never thought you’d get an answer to.

The question that leads to your answer is one asked in the longhouse.

A feast is going on at the time. Warriors and civilians alike enjoy the night of boosting morale. Someone is singing, someone is playing a lyre, another is telling tales of their battles and memories of the gods aiding them in said battles. Little ones are delighted by all, running about and through legs and giggling up a storm as they chase Mouse around. The large, white, domesticated wolf that seemed keen on staying in Eivor’s room lest it was to play with the children.

You’re sitting in your own corner on a wooden box, your feet propped up and one leg over the other. You work on your whittling project, carefully carving the raven’s wings with each painstaking feather. You like the noise around you, your own plate of food and mead long since downed. Your journal to your other side, containing details of where you were to hunt next. A rough sketch of a map and location you wanted to go to, and who pledged to help.

“Not enjoying yourself?” Comes that low, raspy voice in its forever tease. You peek up through your lashes to see Eivor approaching, a sway to her hip. Like a prowling wolf.

“On the contrary, I am. I like when it gets loud.” You tease back on your last words, flashing her a smile and enjoying the way her eyes narrow in challenge.

You move, sitting upright and kicking the box over to her that you had been using for your legs. Eivor bows her head politely, taking the seat offered and swinging her cup back to drink her last of mead before setting it to the side.

“You are recruiting for your next hunt?” She hums to you, glancing over to your journal. You follow her gaze briefly before returning your eye down to the tedious task of carefully carving out feathers.

“Yes...Why? Are you interested in attending this time?” You speak as you lift the charm in your hand, twisting it about in the light to get a good look at it. You draw it back to your lap when satisfied, looking towards her with a cocked head. “Or do the gods call you out once more, no time for play?”

Eivor’s sparkle in her eye returns at your playfulness and you like the look she gives you. That slow glance down to your lips, down your neck and body. She gives you a once over, a hum to her throat and leaning back against the wall with crossed arms as she does it. Making herself appear bigger, broader than she already is. A tone of amusement in her voice when she speaks. “Play time is what you call it?”

“Thought pups like you would call it that. Free to run and wrestle with who you please.” You struggle not to smirk at calling her a pup. Watching her eyes narrow but seeing a slight darken to her cheeks.

Oh? Perhaps the Wolf-Kissed had something you could dig your teeth into.

After a moment, you press again. “Are you interested in joining? You would not hunt. I merely request aid in bringing my boon back to camp. Just some muscle and company with a pretty face.”

“Perhaps. If you would accept a trade.” Eivor replies smoothly, her eyes sweeping you over and making you pause at what she might be implying. You lick your lips, suddenly much more interested in her than your project. You set it in your lap, giving her your full attention and cocking your head to glance her over.

“Loki kisses your gaze this evening,” You speak with a narrow of your gaze at the smirk playing on her lips. The sparkle in her eye. Gods- any that would hear you- she is deathly beautiful. “But, I shall bite. What limb must I give up to relish in your company, o’ Wolf-Kissed?”

“You would give a limb for my company, hunter?” It’s spoken as a jest, a light tease. A grin now reaching the apples of her cheeks, her sharp canines on display.

Gods help you, you wanted her to sink her teeth into your flesh.

“And you would give up your important duty of establishing alliances just to help me drag back prey,” You quip back quickly, leaning on your knees now so you can lean forward towards her. Your heart stutters when her eyes fall to your lips, but you mock obliviousness. “Seems we are on equal footing of desiring company.”

There’s a moment of pause where Eivor just looks at you. Her tongue flicking across her lips and a smile playing on her lips. She pushes from the wall, leaning on her own knees. Close enough to you that you can feel her breath when she speaks.

“I am told that you fight well with a dagger and bow. That your skills put down wild animals with ease- no matter the size. And yet, those around worry you do not know how to fight without your tools.” She speaks quiet, like it was just for you two to hear. You hold back a smile, biting your tongue as you realize where this is going. “Private lessons. I want to train you. Make sure you can hold your own in a fight if you lose your weaponry.”

“And since when do you believe the local gossip, Eivor?” You murmur, pushing your luck by shifting a bit to lean the tiniest bit closer. Relishing in the way you can hear her breath still, how you watch her pupils dilate for more reasons than just the candlelit hall.

“I accept your trade,” You say, leaning back and stretching your arms above your head to work out kinks from sitting there for so long. You pretend you do not see the way Eivor’s eyes sweep your frame. A hungry wolf. “When shall we begin this ‘training’ I seem to oh so desperately need?”

“Tomorrow at dawn. Meet me at the nearby clearing.” She speaks as she moves to stand. You watch her, your eyes following her just as hungry and noting the sway in her step. Even as she joins the others and gets rowdy with them. Slaps on the back or grasping someone’s nape and fondly bumping their heads together.

You sigh quietly to yourself when your heart flutters. Letting a breath out you didn’t know you had been holding. You’d...always wanted an excuse to get closer to her. Something more meaningful than just conversations. To be able to touch her in some form or another.

Regardless. You were quite looking forward to seeing Eivor’s face when she realized that you weren’t just some hunter. You knew how to fight, and you did it well. You were ready to protect the settlement and use whatever was on hand. Yes, you fought better with your weaponry. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t know how to knock someone on their ass and the get the upper hand.

The bigger they are...

You enjoy the rest of the feast with a feeling of eyes following you. Whenever you casually glance over you can see how her eyes follow you, peeking over her horn with her lips quirking into smirk.

You wanted to wipe that look right off her face.

That night, you sleep well. Rising early in the morning like you always did to get a good start of the day. You go through your morning routine of waking Petra and Wallace, which goes about as well as every morning. With both of them grumbling at you and Petra’s hand waving you away. You set about setting everything out for them to remind them of the stuffing of a few heads to be done today before leaving a note saying you’ll be out for the day.

The clearing was a ten-minute ride on horseback. Your beloved mare, Daffodil Violet Glenda Charolette the First, or merely Daffy for short, carried you there. All the while you lovingly chatted to her about what a good girl she was. Even doing so as you hopped off once you reached the tree line where you’d have to do the rest on foot. Tying her up and patting her side as she nosed at you in a little push. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going. You make a massacre of these flowers- know they’re your favorite, big girl.”

The walk from there is just a few minutes. You know you’re close when you hear the stream nearby. The break in the tree line revealing a near perfect circle of clearing. Beautiful little yellow and purple flowers in bloom among the wild flowers and grass. Butterflies fluttered about, the warm sun casting a beautiful glow on the world as it raised above the trees to shine its light onto the world.

In the middle of the clearing was Eivor. Already setting a fur up to the side and deerskins that you assumed were full of water. She shrugs out of her heavy fur and armor, setting that beside the fur. Her weaponry follows, axe and shield lain down cautiously.

“If I did not know any better, I would assume you were trying to court me.” You speak teasingly as you approach, watching her lift her head to look at you with a sparkle in her eyes. “What? No flowers?”

“I did not take you as the type to want flowers.” Eivor chuckles softly, standing to greet you. She towers over you when you approach, before she bends down to pluck a wildflower from the ground. Tucking it behind your ear when you are close enough and making your cheeks burn. “Forgive me. I shall remember for next time.”

You scoff at her, despite your heart’s pounding and your face burning. You lightly shove her, laughing when she catches your arm to tug you closer, leaning down towards your face. A form of intimidation, despite her grin. Her eyes looking down towards your lips...

You lightly bump your forehead to hers. Just hard enough to hurt to make her let you go before you move away from her. Getting some distance before she can grab you again. It’s worth the headache you’d have later just to see her bewildered expression. Going from startled, shocked, to impressed when Eivor offers you a crooked grin. “So. You do know how to fight. This makes things more fun.”

“As I told you before, O’ Wolf-Kissed,” Your voice coming low and teasing as you shed yourself of your cloak to give yourself more freedom. “Do not listen to gossip.”

Eivor is bigger than you, broader. She towers over you. It would be foolish to charge her, even while she’s taken off guard. It would be like hitting a wall. Instead, you stalk around her, letting her eyes watch your every move. You feel like you do when you are hunting, seeing a great bear ready for your dagger to swiftly end its life.

But there are no weapons here. Only bare hands and violence.

Eivor’s weakness, as you know, is she is not a patient woman. Seen when her fingers twitch, starting to growl at you when you don’t immediately attack her first. She charges you when you come in front of her, and you assume she expects her sheer size to take you out like a raging bull. You wait to feel the wind brush you to signal her closeness, quickly moving to the side and sweeping out your leg, forcing her to trip over your calf.

“Oldest trick in the book, Eivor, come on.” You tease. Only to yelp when she grabs your ankle and yanks you down onto the ground. You both laugh as you roll quickly, moving too quick for her to yank you into her grasp.

Her size and strength should have had you down before you could blink. But the gossip seemed to forget that though you did not raise your blade to man, you knew how to get your grasp out of a raging bear or wolf. And your dearest Wolf-Kissed looking at you with a snarl and laughter in her voice as she lungs for you was no different.

You two go tumbling on the ground, ending up being locked in a grasp where you can keep slipping just out of her grip. Until she becomes too impatient, losing her sense when you keep slipping. It leaves her open, vulnerable.

You strike then.

You force your weight forward to knock against her, hitting your knee into her stomach to make her gasp sharply as her air is knocked from her. It gives you enough time to use her own unbalanced weight against her, knocking her onto her back and climbing quickly on top of her. Straddling her stomach and slamming your knees into her hands to keep them underneath you and at her sides, knowing your leg power was much better than your upper body. You slam both your hands on either side of her head in the grass to keep your balance, caging her.

You’re both panting. Your breath mingling and your shadow casting over her. It doesn’t stop the sun from reaching her, kissing her tanned flesh. Her cheeks are flushed from exertion, her red hair sprawled around her and giving her the image of a lion. Her gaze is half lidded, her lips parted with each breath and her eyes flickering downwards towards your lips.

“Caught you.” You huff out, trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach at her gaze. Hungry, wanting, with a subtle tilt of her head back. It lets you see the glow of sweat clinging to her, and your mouth waters with the need to taste the salt of her skin.

“So you have.” She murmurs, her tone soft and low. It does no favors for how you feel right now. “And what do you plan to do with your caught prey?” Her tone is even lower, that damned smirk playing on her lips. She could fling you off if she wanted to. She was strong enough to. She’s not even struggling.

“That depends,” You murmur, leaning a bit closer to gauge her reaction. And judging by how she tips her head, her lashes fluttering and her lips parting, you take these all as good signs. You lean closer, close enough your noses brush and you can see her sun kissed freckles and her vivid green irises. “How long will you let me pretend you are prey?”

“As long as you are atop me? I cannot see myself anywhere else today.” She says a bit too breathily to just be exertion.

You don’t hesitate to lean forward the rest of the way to press your lips to hers. Eivor meets you with hunger, her hands finally working their way out from under your knees to reach up and cup your face. Your heart stutters, her calloused thumbs brushing against your cheeks as you reach to cup the side of her neck.

She tastes like berries from this morning, sweet and tart against your tongue. You moan into her mouth, parting your lips and matching her pace as you lick your way into her mouth. She mimics your sound, low and guttural in her throat with one of her hands falling from your cheek to grip onto the nape of your neck instead.

Eivor’s sighs into your mouth make you shudder at how pliant she’s being. When the kiss is broken, you don’t restrain yourself from kissing down from her mouth, over her cheek, down to her jawline where she willingly tilts her head for you. Allowing you to sink your teeth lightly into the tattooed flesh there and tracing downwards with your tongue.

Her moan when you sink your teeth into her neck makes your head spin. How her hands slide down your back, over the curves of your side to grip your hips and dragging them downwards. You don’t stop her, letting her hands guide you down from straddling her abdomen to instead her hips. The weight of your ass pressing against her.

Eivor groans low in her throat, and you move from her neck to kiss her again. Letting her hands guide your hips back and forth, grinding against her and feeling your body tremble with the heat coursing through you. Feeling that vague hardness under your body, slotting directly against you. Vaguely hidden by the thickness of both of your pairs of clothing.

“Eivor-” You moan as you part the kiss from her. Her hands only grip you harder, her hips starting to come up into you every time she jerks you forward. Hard enough that you can spread your legs a bit more across the broadness of her hips and feeling the friction with her.

You bite your lip, letting your body fall forward so you can rest your face in her neck. Your arms keep you propped up on your forearms, your fingers sinking into her hair to pull on it. Eivor growls in your ear, turning her head to press her lips to your temple and starting to murmur things to you as her hips come up against you. Like she’s trying to fuck you through your clothes.

Her deep voice makes you dizzy all the while she murmurs, ‘There you are, I have you.’ ‘Wish these clothes were not upon our bodies.’ ‘Want to taste you, want to make you cum-’ ‘Ambrosia will not taste nearly as good as I know you shall taste.’

There’s a wet patch on the front of your clothes as your eyebrows knit and you cling to her. Panting as you feel the fluttering in your abdomen, your hips starting to move in time with her tugs until you’re practically humping her.

You yelp as you’re rolled over, Eivor’s body like that of a bear in how it can cover yours easily. Her forearm presses into the ground beside your head to keep herself up, her other hand gripping your hip to force you to tilt them upwards so her own can hump against you. Like this, she can get deeper strokes, feeling the muscles in her body flexing when you reach up to loop your arms around her neck and dig your fingers into her hair.

You cum first, a cry from your lips that is quickly silenced when the hand by your head comes over your mouth. You moan into her hand frantically, your hands moving to grip her wrist as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you’re cumming in your clothes. Your hips stuttering upwards into her frantic, harsh humps against you until she’s snarling like a wolf. Her features scrunching up, eyebrows knitting as her hips stutter and she’s cumming with you.

You can feel the wetness against the front of her pants, pressed flush against you and allowing you to feel the hard outline of her through her clothes.

You’re both panting. Eivor moves to press her forehead to yours, her eyes closed while you peek at her through your lidded eyes. It’s quiet, a shared moment between you two until you break it with a small laugh. “You did not actually believe I needed training, did you, Eivor?” You say it accusingly, watching the way her lips quirk into a smile that she hides by turning her face to press into your neck.

“By the gods- private lessons my arse.” You laugh breathily, the dull thrumming of your heartbeat still felt in your body. You can hear her chuckling into your neck, a kiss pressed there that makes your heart flutter a bit harder. You truly did love her.

“Private lessons in trade for my company on your hunt,” Eivor murmurs, a reminder of the trade as she kisses up to your ear to nip it. No better than a grinning pup as she speaks low into your ear. “Perhaps you do need training. Shall your silver tongue work better elsewhere than just speaking insults towards me?”

You flush red, shoving at her and taking advantage of her weakened state to roll her back over. You wrap a hand loose around her neck, straddling her hips and delighting in how she looks at you so hungrily. A wolfish grin upon her lips as you huff, “If anyone needs ‘training’, it is you. Shall I teach you to behave like a good pup, o’ Wolf-Kissed?”

You delight in the way she bites her lip. How Eivor groans low in her throat like the idea of being made to submit under you was the goal all along.

You put pressure on her throat, delighting in the shocked, aroused look crossing her features when you growl out low. “I was not made to obey. But you, Eivor? I shall teach you to heel.”

And oh, you would make this puppy howl.

#Eivor #eivor varinsdóttir #Eivor x reader #Assassins creed #Assassins creed valhalla #nsft #lemon #Genderfluid Eivor #Trans Eivor #princess writing #reader insert

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appleflavoredkitkats · 4 years

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Songs from Barbie Movies as Dream SMP Events

I saw a post by @/keigotakamihawks using Barbie as the Island Princess for a comic about Puffy, showed it to my friend @/1-michibiki-1, and proceeded to have a brainstorming session on what each popular Barbie movie songs could pertain to in the Dream SMP.

So... you know... this is what has come out of that discussion... JLKJGLKTGJL

(pspsps reblogs appreciated bc... well idk i just think it’s funny, go do it /lh)

𝟏. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 → 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐌𝐏

Here on our island, the days are a dream. Hanging together we work as a team. And the magic extends Through our family of friends Here on our island the fun never ends! - Barbie as the Island Princess (2004)

𝟐. 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐧 → 𝐋'𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Here I am, Being who I want! Giving what I got! Never a doubt now. Here I go, Burning like a spark! Light up the dark again! - Barbie: The Princess and the Popstar (2012)

(Since this list has 20 items, everything else will be under the cut!)

𝟑. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐨𝐰 → 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐲 & 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫

There is not one hair of you That I would rearrange. I love you the way you are And that will never change. That will never change. - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟒. 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 → 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 "𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦" 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐖𝐚𝐫

Duty means doing the things Your heart may well regret. But I'll never stop believing, She can never stop my schemes. There's more to living than Gloves and gowns And threads and seams, In my dreams, I'll be free! - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟓. 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 → 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

I'm just like you (I think that's true) You're just like me (Yes I can see) We take responsibility! We carry through (We carry through) Do what we need to do. Yes I am a girl like you! - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟔. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 - 𝐋'𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥

Don't try to stop us, or keep us down and out. The power of four forevermore, And now there is no doubt. Answering the call, breaking down the wall. All for one it's true, Together we know what to do. Strong hearts, strong minds, Fighting for what's right every time. United... Decided, we'll never be divided. All for one, one for all! - Barbie and the Three Muskateers (2009)

𝟕. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 → 𝐋'𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

And we dance and we dance in an endless flow In the grace of a perfect design... Stepping out of the dark and into the glow , And the whole world will see when we shine. We can shine! - Barbie in the Twelve Dancing Princesses (2006)

𝟖. 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 → 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

Do a pliй and never fall. Don't ever stray from protocol. All through the day There's just one way You must behave. - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟗. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞? → 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

I’m returning home a hero Who’s discovered mighty wealth, And what better husband could a princess choose? I’m the suitor who will suit her, Bring the kingdom back to health, And I’ll wear the crown for How could I refuse? - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟏𝟎. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 → 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬

I feel connected, Protected. It's like you're standing right with me all the time! You hear me, You're near me, And everything else is gonna be alright. 'Cause nothing can break this, Nothing can break this tie. Connected... - Barbie & The Diamond Castle (2008)

𝟏𝟏. 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 - 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Here we are, far from home, A little bit hungry and a little alone... But it's alright, Yes, it's alright. 'Cause in this room, there might be friends. Can't see how the story ends. But it's alright, Yeah, it's alright! We can start anew... Can't go back so we gotta go on. We'll stick together, staying strong. There's a diamond castle in my mind, And someday soon, We're gonna find it! - Barbie & The Diamond Castle (2008)

𝟏𝟐. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 → 𝐍𝐨𝐯. 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐝

Cause hope has wings to carry you. Anything is possible, Just might be a miracle, Waiting to come true. So I lift my eyes and see the sky, Feel my heart begin to fly, I will be carried by my dreams 'Cause hope has wings! Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus (2005)

𝟏𝟑. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 → 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫

I'm gonna see what I've only dreamed... I'm gonna fly on the lightest breeze. It's gonna be like the books I read, I'll write the pages to my story. It's a brand new day, Only a breath away. - Barbie Mariposa & The Fairy Princess (2013)

𝟏𝟒. 𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 → 𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 & 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐢

Once a lass met a lad, "You're a gentle one" said she In my heart I'd be glad If you loved me for me. You say your love is true, And I hope that it will be. I'd be sure, if I knew That you loved me for me. - Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟏𝟓. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 → 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥 & 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨

If I could wish for one thing, I take the smile that you bring! Wherever you go in this world I'll come along! Together we dream the same dream, Forever I'm here for you, you're here for me. Oh oh oh, Two voices, one song! - Barbie & The Diamond Castle (2008)

𝟏𝟔. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 → 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞

Though you may not know Where your gifts may lead, And it may not show at the start, When you live your dream, You'll find destiny Is written in your heart.

- Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004)

𝟏𝟕. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 → 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

In your heart there’s always more. It’s magic... the more you give it away, The more love comes back to you every day. - Barbie as the Island Princess (2007)

𝟏𝟖. 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 → 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐲

Remember when I said I won't miss you, The truth is that I do. I never stop thinking about you (about you) We are meant together, the two of us our bound, And now it seems like forever. I can't get you off my mind... If I could wish upon a star, Then I would hold you in my arms (hold you in my arms) And I know we could love once again (we could love again) If I could turn the hands of time, Then you would love me, still be mine. Baby, I would be right where you are, If I could wish upon a star. - Barbie as Rapunzel (2002)

𝟏𝟗. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 → 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥

Sun goes down, And we are here together. Fireﬂies, Glow like a thousand charms. Stay with me, And you can dream forever Right here in my arms tonight... - Barbie as the Island Princess (2007)

𝟐𝟎. 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 → 𝐏𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲'𝐬 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

I need to know these answers, I need to find my way! Seize my tomorrow... Learn my yesterday. I need to take these chances, Let all my feelings show! Can't tell what's waiting... Still I need to go, I need to know. - Barbie as the Island Princess (2007)

#dream smp #mcyt #captain puffy #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #badboyhalo #karl jacobs #technoblade #philza

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Natalie Holt implying that Loki slept with Sif before cutting off her hair honestly makes my blood boil. The first Thor movie showed us a sympathetic character that was an outcast in Asgard, and a scapegoat in his family. Everything now just seems like Marvel trying to take all of that away. So many people are saying, "Well, now I know why Sif doesn't like him, lol!" And that is exactly as intended. We are supposed to see Loki as an ass and everyone else as a saint for putting up with him. :(

I'm just really baffled at how it's either a) supposed to make sense, or b) explain anything about their dynamic?

Like, okay, let's assume that they do hate each other bc they slept together. Why would that be? Even if you catch feelings and get rejected, that's not really justification to hate someone. Ideally you'd just go your own separate ways but since Loki and Sif shared a social circle, that probably wasn't an option, in which case the next best thing is to just be civil while you move on/get over the feelings. No hatred necessary, and certainly not for centuries.

I don't believe that either of them is stubborn enough to harbor a grudge over being rejected. Sif bc I wouldn't believe that she caught feelings for Loki anyway, and Loki bc while he would certainly be hurt, and his pride would be wounded, I just don't see him holding onto that for longer than it would take for him to move past it.

And where is the hair-cutting supposed to come in? Are we implying here that Loki is so childish and petty that he cut off Sif's hair in retaliation for her not returning his feelings? (Seeing it written down like that, I am guessing this is exactly the implication, bc of course it is, smh.) Was he 12 when they fucked, or ??

So here's the thing, though. You pointed out that the first Thor movie showed us a sympathetic character who was an outcast and a scapegoat but no, actually, it didn't. Thor 1 showed us a jealous, vindictive loner turned villain. That's the problem - the MCU isn't taking anything away as much as they're trying to re-establish the characterization they intended for him to have all along.

Thor 1 left things out that would provide more context to Loki's motivations. Thor 1 actively deleted scenes that showed Loki as sympathetic. Thor 1 set up a "good brother vs evil brother" black-and-white dichotomy between Thor and Loki, in which the narrative and the supporting characters all behaved as though Loki was innately the evil brother and there wasn't even a question about that. Thor 1 was Thor's movie, and while I obviously have no problem with that, it being Thor's movie means that to a lot of the audience, Loki was never going to be perceived as sympathetic. In order to make Thor the hero of his story, Loki has to be the villain and most people just accept that at face-value.

Is Loki sympathetic? Yes. Was he an outcast in his society and a scapegoat in his family? Yes. Was he evil at heart? No. Did he do bad things? Yes. Did he intend for them to turn out as terribly as they did? No. Etc.

These are all things that a lot of us know because we've taken the time to know them. One needs to be interested/invested enough in Loki to make the effort of interpreting his motivations and his characterization but, that said, having a vested enough interest in Loki to be an active fan doesn't necessarily mean interpreting him sympathetically. There's this weird divide and things that seem obvious in hindsight, such as Loki's sympathy as a character or the nuances of what he was really trying to achieve in Thor 1, are things that a lot of the audience + his fandom either don't pick up on or don't care to see.

There's a reason 2011-13 Loki isn't as popular as Ragnarok Loki. There's a reason there are so. many. posts. in this fandom that start off with "I love Loki, but -" and then proceed to drag him. There's a reason why a lot of his fans are like "lol I mean he did murder all those people though?" or why the "you just like Loki/apologize for Loki bc you want to fuck Tom" argument is so prevalent. There's a reason why headcanons like "Loki just fucked his way into the GM's inner circle" are treated as canon, or why nobody questions whether or not it actually made sense for Loki to randomly betray Thor right before the obedience disk scene.

The reason is that Thor 1 didn't show us who Loki really was, and because of his portrayal in that movie and in Avengers (subtext and word-of-god confirmation is clearly insufficient for the wider audience to realize that Loki wasn't acting of his own accord - no, he's just evil), there are very many fans who are just never going to see him as anything besides villainous at worst or "a fun but greasy little shit" at best, who causes trouble and does shitty things for the lulz.

"Loki cut Sif's hair for no other reason than to be a dick after they fucked" falls perfectly in line with that characterization, and the result is that you get tons of fans who are like "LOL that's SO Loki!" or "No wonder Sif hates him!" etc. And if, in 2021, ten years after Loki was introduced into the MCU, people are still coming away from his narrative arc + his own series believing that he is, or ever was, just a rotten little shit who caused trouble for the lulz? Then that is clearly the Loki that they see, that they stan, and that means whatever he means to them, and regardless of how our portion of the fandom may object and cry foul, there's honestly just nothing we can do about it.

So, I mean, there we are. People can feel however they want about Loki. It is what it is. And I think I'm just tired of getting upset about it. Re Loki/Sif, I will share my opinion that it's a trash headcanon and laugh at it, but I'm tired of allowing myself to get genuinely upset about how other people perceive this character, especially when there's nothing I can do about it and the only person who ends up suffering is me when my mental health spirals downward (bc I care way too much about fiction and I have no problem admitting it).

I didn't intend for this to be so long, and obviously this is not any kind of rebuttal against you or your ask personally, anon. It just gave me an opportunity to put into words what I've been feeling for quite awhile. It is what it is.

I also feel it's worth mentioning, again, that I think Natalie's soundtrack is absolute fire and I have nothing but respect for her as the composer in this series, but I do not think that earns her any merit in how she perceives these characters. Loki/Sif is her headcanon, and she also said that Loki looks at Sylvie the way he looks at his mother, which is like, and how do you think he's looking at his mother, Nat? Cause uh. I don't think they are the same. I know most people won't agree, but I feel like her words need to be taken with a grain of salt and not accepted as canon based on nothing more than her position of being someone who worked on the show.

I should put this behind a cut, but meh. Also, I know a lot of people reblogged/added onto my Loki/Sif post from last night and I was going to engage but I just don't have time, so please accept this as my general response + stance on the entire clusterfuck.

#asks #charlotte replies #a nonny mouse #this isn't really negativity i don't think #just my feels #loki pokey artichokey #if anyone feels i should add any tags they've blacklisted just let me know and i'll add them

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what do you think are some iconic/memorable schumi moments? i just got into f1 and would like to know more about him bc somehow i can’t really find anything like that about him.... just stats which are incredibly impressive but i can’t find anything about how he behaved or just anything about his personality..... thanks <3

:) Hi anon, thank you for unleashing the beast.

Ok I love you for asking me this thank you SO MUCH. Welcome to the circus I’m glad you’re here! Also yeah, Schumi is often talked about in terms of statistics and not as a human, Which is a shame bc like! Schumi is fascinating and the dynamics on the grid in late 90s F1 is so much fun! Also, this is mainly going to be late 90s -> early 2010s stuff bc I was born in 98 so uhhh I didn’t properly witness ANY 90s stuff and had to learn about it.

OK so I got super carried away but I’ve divided this into 3 sections: Drives/races that I think showcase some of his talents, human moments we need to talk about more, and Chaotic Little Bitch moments. The key thing to remember w/ Schumi is that he personally tends to be nice but as soon as you put him in a competition, Bastard Mode activates like a cat’s pupils going wide.

I am so sorry for the following short essay. Also some crashes are briefly mentioned but only ones with absolutely no injuries and there’s no details.

Chaotic Little Bitch Moments

Schumi debuted as a SUBSTITUTE driver for Jordan when one of their drivers was in police custody (yes. really.) The highest a Jordan had qualified all year was 10th and in his DEBUT at SPA, one of the toughest tracks, in the middle of the season, Schumi qualified that Jordan 7th! THEN his clutch failed before the first lap was even complete, but Benetton and Jordan WENT TO COURT to fight each other to sign him for their team before the next race in Monza. He couldn’t debut normally he HAD to cause a scene and set the tone.

The Red Strings of Fate: He qualified 7th, his iconic 7 starred helmet, his first victory next year was ALSO at Spa - his first complete race would be at Monza, Ferrari Holy Ground, and he finished 5th which 👀 1) he was immediately racing with The Greats. 2) Mr 5 Championships With Ferrari.

Winning a race by taking a stop and go penalty on the last lap, crossing the finish line in the pits, and making such a complicated argument about said penalty that in a hearing that was SUPPOSED to be Mclaren protesting the race result the stewards scrapped the entire penalty and the 3 who awarded it handed in their licenses??? Iconic.

Austria 2002 where Rubens was ordered to give the win to Michael. And then Michael fucking made him stand on the top step on the podium like “oh no no no RUBENS deserves this” and made a big SHOW out of it and its like “Michael stop you’re not making it heartwarming you’re making it WORSE Michael STOP” The Tension of germany 2010 podium VS the theatricality of THIS podium.

Team orders were banned because of this which also makes this indirectly responsible for Fernando Is Faster Than You having to be a coded message. You can’t escape him,

Blocking Alonso in Monaco qualifying and then, years later in 2010, overtaking Alonso technically illegally at Monaco (the race was ending under safety car, but the safety car doesn’t lead them over the line it pits and they’d crossed the safety car line and the regulations were NOT specific about the rules) and getting a 20 second penalty bc Damon Hill was a steward. Haunting FERNANDO specifically at Monaco like the ghost of christmas past? Getting a harsh penalty because ANOTHER driver he’d fucked over was a steward? Forcing the FIA to rewrite the rulebook to account for his nonsense when he was in his FOURTIES? I don’t know another chaos king.

Winning the 1995 championship by crashing into Damon Hill, getting AWAY with it for some reason, and then trying to do the same thing in 1997 to Villeneuve, failing to do so and simply rebounding off of him harmlessly, almost COMICALLY, and beaching his own car in a gravel trap at which point the FIA said “I have had ENOUGH of you Wacky Races Man!” and disqualified him from the entire championship

Forcing Mika off the track so bad at Spa 2000 that Mika realized the only way he was gonna be able to get past him was to re-invent the overtake and go for it whilst they were passing a backmarker. (The overtake itself is at 2:05 in the video but the build up to it is Important bc the key part it’s not just badass, it only happened bc Mika knew who he was dealing with.)

Spa 1998 was a Ridiculously Chaotic race it truly was the Mugello 2020 of its year, and after a crash at the start that took out almost the entire grid Schumi accidentally collided with Coulthard later in the race. (The teams used to have a spare car at every race then, so the race was able to continue after a restart.) This wasn’t a racing thing, Coulthard was getting lapped. So something in Schumi SNAPS, and he storms down the pitlane and tries to fight Coulthard while the mclaren and ferrari mechanics both hold him back and finally drag him away. He projected into the future, saw Coulthard was gonna talk non-stop shit about Seb, and acted accordingly.

Monaco 2012 Pole don’t talk to me about this I still can’t believe the audacity of this man to get the only pole of his comeback, at MONACO, at the ONE RACE where he had a 5 place grid penalty to take!!

In general, I know Cheating Bad but. I HAVE to admire the brainpower it must take to have the rulebook so memorized that whilst driving an F1 car Schumi could spot a loophole the size of the eye of a needle and then dance through it, forcing the FIA to add ANOTHER page to the rule book specially for him bc nobody else even REALISED that loophole existed.

Human Moments

A quick rant about Mika and Schumi’s entire friendship. After Spa 2000 Mika goes up to Michael, says something like “Don’t ever do that again” then they’re friends again. They had this mutual understanding that Racing was not Reality. This goes all the way back to their F3 days they were rivals AND friends for their entire career. They truly were the Sewis of the era if Sebastian was like 50% more evil. Their entire dynamic is “You’re the only motherfucker in this pit lane who can handle me”. Schumi would do some bullshit and every other driver would throw up their hands in frustration and Mika would just go “Okay” and drive better to put him in his place bc he was the only one who could keep up, and Schumi very visibly LOVED that he’s grinning after Mika owns his entire ass with that overtake at Spa. They were unstoppable force meets immovable object and I’m so sad their rivalry isn’t more talked about bc the way Mika is the only driver who can get him to behave like a normal human being is SO entertaining.

This is a sad one so I won’t link it but he started crying in the 2000 Monza press-conference with his brother and Mika when he equaled one of Senna’s records. The press kept trying to ask questions about it and Mika just has this death grip on his shoulder and tries to get them to stop or let them take a break and it’s so sad but also important to know about.

Once said he didn’t want Mick to race in F1 bc the pressure of his name would put Mick under so much stress and he wanted his son to be happy. (He fully supported Mick in his endeavors! But only after making absolutely sure it was what Mick wanted, and making sure he knew he could just race for fun if he wanted and it didn’t have to be F1)

This whole interview just after Mick was born with the Schumacher family. Special shout out to Gina on his head the entire video and also Corinna talking to the press while Michael is captivated by Mick. Me too Michael.

Once allegedly pleaded to take a stray kitten home from the track?

I reblogged this yesterday but. Sticking like glue to Sebastian at an F1 test and immediately being like “This is my new son he’s gonna go far”. There’s a lot of pictures out there also of Michael being a guest at the karting races Seb went to as a kid and baby Seb visibly losing his fucking mind at being given a trophy by his idol. Every day of my life I think about him trying to ruffle Seb’s hair through his helmet at Brazil 2012

WInning the championship in 2000. Him thanking the entire team individually and pausing mid-celebration to kiss his wife Corinna so tenderly it’s in the F1 opening. Also, the way it literally cuts from the rest of McLaren looking like they’re attending a funeral to Mika grinning at him and hugging him fucking SENDSSSSS me.

Schumi was a little shit in all the 2010-12 press conferences like, lowering Lewis’ chair, playing with a microphone wire, but ESPECIALLY corrupting baby Seb and getting him to mess with Nico Rosberg.

He’s just GOOFY! Like I refuse to let him be remembered as a terrifying force of nature he was so goofy kind of similarly to Seb. PLEASE watch this incredibly awkward interview he did with Coulthard on a golf buggy where they both had to pretend they hadn’t thought about murdering each other at least once. I think Sky F1 should force Brocedes to do this when covid’s over. “Do you mind if I drive?” “Yes.”

EDIT: I CANNOT BELIEVE I forgot the 1999 Canada press conference where Eddie Irvine and Mika Hakkinen get into a water fight and Schumi immediately grabs a towel and hides behind it and is like “I had NOTHING to do with it” 🥺 adorable, actually

A lot of people at Ferrari, including Rob Smedley (who was on the other side of the garage with Felipe Massa so not in his inner circle) have said that a lot of the success of the team came from Schumi’s LEADERSHIP more than anything, that he’d make the team get together to bond all the time. When Schumi moved to Ferrari in 1996 they were NOT dominant. He did the same thing Lewis did - went to a team that everybody said would be a huge mistake and helped build them up behind the scenes.

THIS bit of the Canada 2011 Rewind where his engineer gives him the strategy and he’s like “... OkaAaAaAay?” and then when it turns out to be the wrong strategy he cheerfully tells them it’s too late. Little shit.

Speaking of Mercedes I also wanna say that like. They were a MESS in 2012 and his car DNF’d because of a failing on their part MULTIPLE times. (In Canada qualifying his DRS was stuck open and they couldn’t close it.) He did not say a single bad word about them EVER even though the press used this to attack him non-stop as washed-up and bad without Ferrari to cheat for him. At Ferrari he was the exact same with the team, any bastard antics Schumi had for his rivals did not extend to the engineers and crew.

OK this one is soured bc Top Gear is trash BUT if you were like, a kid in England who followed motorsports? Schumi’s fake reveal as The Stig on Top Gear was like the coolest, sickest thing,

Please view this image of Schumi and Mika when they were young and stupid

Iconic Races

ok so I have limited myself to a few races that show off some of his key strengths!

Hungary 1998 / France 2004 - STRATEGY/SPEED - Schumi switched to a 3 stop strategy in 98 and a FOUR STOP strategy in 04 and won both races. In order for the strategy call to work he’d have to basically make every single lap a qualifying style ‘flying lap’ and you best fucking believe he DID THAT. God I fucking miss when Ferrari was the king of strategy.

Argentina 1998 - has it all. Talent, battling Mika, pit lane mind games with mclaren, and bullying coulthard xxx

Spain 1996 / a majority of the wet races - RAIN - One of Schumi’s nicknames was Rain Master bc he was so fucking good in the wet. If it started raining and you were a Schumi stan you were cackling evilly before the red lights even went out. I single out 1996 bc it was his first win for Ferrari and it was unexpected but in most wet races, even Canada 2011 post comeback, you can see Schumi thriving.

Malaysia 1999 - Schumi missed pretty much the entire second half of the season with a broken leg, came back for the last 2 races with everybody murmuring about whether he would struggle, and immediately put the Ferrari on pole. Also worth noting is that he was the number 2 driver for these 2 races bc his teammate Irvine was fighting Mika for the championship and he went along with that without complaint, allowing Ferrari to win the constructor’s championship if not the driver’s.

Monza 2002, 03, 04, or 06 just because it has the energy of the tifosi kneeling at the feet of an idol to their red god.

Brazil 2006 - Fuck All Y’all - Schumi’s last race for Ferrari. He got a puncture and ended up almost lapped, and then drove his way back from that to 4th bc he couldn’t go out without reminding us he’s a bad bitch.

Monza 2012 - Defending - Don’t tell F1 Twitter that there’s actual footage of Lewis and Michael having a genuine lengthy battle on track but DO watch Michael defending like a motherfucker and Lewis breathing down his neck for half the race we need to talk about this more.

Valencia 2012 - This isn’t necessarily anything special but I cried in my living room over the only podium of his comeback so it goes on here. It doesn’t have the same impact if you haven’t been watching him struggle with the car for years, DNF-ing from car failure most of 2012, and having BBC F1 telling you he’s washed up every single weekend, but you can just enjoy one of the best drives of FERNANDO’S entire career as he DRAGS that Ferrari by its hair to a home grand prix win and then watch the crowds embrace him like jesus and also Schumi being happy on the podium. Also, the very start of this clip from the press conference: him forgetting what language he’s supposed to be speaking

Basically, Schumi was a hyper-competitive ambitious bitch who turned into a goofball as soon as he switched the engine off. This is by NO MEANS everything if I was making an exhaustive best races guide I’d do more research and another post but I hope this is what you were looking for?? THANK YOU SO MUCH for letting me go MAXIMUM SPECIAL INTEREST and I apologize.

#asks #Schumi #Mika #Alonso #long post #god I'm so fucking sorry #Anonymous #This is not comprehensive bc I didn't want to accidentally turn this into a whole research project especially if you're new to it!

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papirouge · 3 years

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Oh, there definitely is a Christian to white supremacist pipeline on this site (saw your post about it) it’s so sad because people will have perfect theology, word it kindly, enjoy things that I like, seem to fully love Christ and then BAM they like or reblog posts that DEFENDS genocide by wicked men bc “well ultimately they converted people and saved souls so their means in doing it were okay”. ITS SO DISGUSTING as a Christian and someone who is brown. So I’m thankful for you and others similar to you on this site. That being said, you’ve stated before that you follow all sorts of people. Do you happen to follow and Catholic and/or Orthodox people of color? I would like to be able to follow people who will help me grow in my religion without fear in following someone who is two turns away from being a white supremacist.

Honestly once grasp that not everyone claiming to be Christian is actually Christian, all of this will make sense to you.

These people are modern day pharisees. They hide behind tradition and cultures to conceal their utter corruption. I cannot remotely grasp how an actual Christian can call someone, without flinching, a "faggot" or joking around throwing racial slurs to sound lolzy and have the Holy Spirit. Yes, we all lose our cool at one time, but this brand of people are routinely & unapologetically entertaining such behavior, it's just part of their identify. They LOVE being outrageous for the sake of being so, and that type of spirit definitely is NOT from God. The Bible is very clear that we should be watchful of our words and overall behaviors.

Second thing: yes, the overall socio-cultural background of these people definitely plays a role. A significant amount of this mob are zoomers : they grew up in this era of virtue signaling, utter political correctness, LGBT+ agenda and so on. So they got tired of this crap and try somehow to 'fight back' by being as non-PC & offensive as possible to suck up to the system. They joke about stuff precisely because it is offensive to do so. They'll make fun of slavery to piss woke Black people, celebrate the genocide g colonization of Natives Columbus day because f*ck the virtue signaling...

These people bring nothing remotely relevant or pertinent on the table ; they're just in a perpetual reactionary behavior.

It's almost like to them "Christian" was some sort of subversive subculture (since being Christianism is becoming more stigmatized) and somehow think they can shove any "subversive" opinion into it, without remotely pondering whether it's actually biblical or not. "It's just cool to be Christian bc it pisses off the libtards🤪" kinda energy. Christian is the new punk to them.

The problem is that these behavior is just not what Christ taught us to endorse. A tooth for a tooth is over. We don't fight back toxicity with another brand of toxicity. Christ told us to be a Light for the world. When witnessing how these pseudo Christian anti behave, I do not see anything remotely enlightened or enlightening. They'll cuss people for entertaining their sin but won't do anything to spread the Gospel and Save souls. They're not only useless servants, they're doing the devil's deed by antagonizing people against Christianism even further : you won't Save homosexuals being calling them faggot, you do not showcase the Love God has for ALL his creatures joking about people getting killed by the police because they were thugs and only got what they deserved #fuckBLM 🙄 You cannot pretend being a child of God when you're doing a better work to tarnish the message of Bible than children of satan.

#ultimately most of them are kids going wild with their keyboards who would piss their pants if they were busted IRL about the stuff they #say online lol #answered

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Because I really love your writing, can I request Michael!Dean x Reader x Demon!Dean all fucking her and using breeding kink Bc she is their bride.

A/N: I love your spams so much!

Between Angels and Demons; Michael!Dean x Reader x Demon!Dean

Warnings: pussy grabbing, dirty talk, humping, implied 3way. no beta'd, we die like women.

As you put the used cup on the sink, you find two arms soon caged around you. You don’t need to turn around to know who the hands belong to— how could you not recognize the touch that made you come over and over again last night?

Besides, if that wasn't proof enough, there was also the hardness pressed against your ass.

Dean's hot breath on your neck caused rising goosebumps. You shut your eyes close, rather focusing on how the warmth of his body drags you close. Yet, you try not to move. Michael didn't like when you engaged into mischievous activities with the demon without him.

Nonetheless, Dean wasn't one to care about the archangel's rules. Especially when his cock was hard. If his dick wanted to drown in your pussy, then that was what he was gonna do. Annoying Michael in the process was just a bonus.

The black eyed creature leaned in, his lips meeting your bare shoulder.

"Dean... Stop." You giggled, amused by the little kisses left on your skin. Dean went a bit too far, moving his hips back and forward against your butt. You bit your lips, an attempt to catch a glimpse of determination. "Behave."

"This is exactly how a demon behaves, sweetheart." You can't see him now, but it's easy to sense a grin on his speech. Everything about a clandestine meeting only made you more aroused for him.

You sigh. Unsure of your own strength to deny him again. Dean, in any shape, was your a Achilles Heel, the perfect match for your needy pussy. How are you supposed not to be swept off your feet? Besides, he kept humping you as a horny dog. The Knight knows you love some clothed fun before the real thing.

Yet, you foolishness try to remain sane. "I'm serious, Dean. You know Michael hates when we start without him.''

"Let the wings come at me, then. Your pussy is worth it." He snuggled his nose on your neck. Fuck, he loves how you smell, a unique fragrance of angelic grace's traces tangled with his own sulfur, despite your delicious human smell; tailor made for and by him and Michael. "Besides, I bet you are gonna love Mikey's punishment on you."

"Why would I punish Y/N?" Michael's voice arrived, calm and deep as usual. The kind of tone that would make you want to get on your knees, God knows you have plenty times. Dean humped one last time, giving a farewell through an open mouth kiss on your earlobe.

"Because she's being a little slut for me. All wet and worked up for my cock." He turned around to face Michael with a malicious smile. You mimicked his move.

"Is it true, Y/N?" The archangel arched his eyebrow while he scooted closer to you. You gulped, ashamed by your prior behavior but not truly regretting anything. Michael slipped his hand inside your panties, purposely avoiding your heat as he touched the frabric. His eyes glowed blue. "What have I told you about starting without me?"

Instead of replying, your body acted for itself and leaned towards his hand. The moving caused his palm to touch your pussy, and you moaned weakly. Before he could call you out about it, Dean interrupted:

"What do you think, Mikey--"

"Michael."

"You'll get enough of your name when our little bitch is screaming it. Don't worry, Mikey." He rolled his eyes. "My suggestion is breeding her."

"What?" You shot a wide eyed gaze. Michael grabbed your pussy to cease your complain, considering Dean's idea in his mind. Your mouth, which was open in form of 'O' by the shock, now changed into a large hole of moaning, and Dean couldn't help but think you needed his dick in it. Perhaps that would shut you up properly.

"Come on, sweetheart. Imagine me getting into your tight pussy and coming inside you. Then the angel right here fucks you using my cum as lube." He licked his lips, watching you like a hungry hunter. "You'll have a little demon or a little nephilim, it's a win win."

Michael offered you a treacherous smile. "Breeding you does sound pleasurable, little one."

"Imagine that, Y/N. Getting knocked up, me fucking my kid inside that tight cunt." Dean nibbled on his lower lips, rough hand caressing your cheek. "I can't wait to see you all swollen with my heir."

"My spring." Michael corrected him. "Everyone will see that you belong to me."

"Do you think you can get the two of us at the same time, sweetheart?" Dean ignored him, hand invading your bra to hold your breast. His thumb started to play with your nipple during his talk. "Or would it destroy your little pussy? It would be a shame to lose my favorite toy."

You should tell him no. You know that. Both men are rough, strong, and possessive when it comes to you. They have killed men only for looking at you. If you had their kids, they would be even more violent. Certainly wouldn't stop by one, and you wouldn't want to stop hearing them talk about breeding you. It would be a non ending path. Not to mention they would be brutal, both fucking your pussy. Would you even get up after that? But then... It was so fucking hot.

"Do not be greedy, Y/N." The celestial being advised you, chuckling as if he was telling an inner joke. "Haven't you read the bible? It's sin."

"You could end up regretting that, baby girl." Dean looked up with a devilish grin.

Your inevitable answer ultimately came, like you'd be doing soon:

"Make me regret that then."

Hey! Comment and reblog; feedback is magic!

Hunter: @demonhunterbarbie (spn taglist open)

Dean's sweetheart: @akshi8278 (dean taglist open)

And @blue-lion1 for Michael!Dean

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halmoney · 3 years

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Mx. Swan, since you seem to have gotten quite versed on this, what are your recommendations on LGBT webcomics? I wish you a nice day and thanks I'm advance for the answer!

hi cactus!

okay i’m not as well-versed in it as you may think haha, i just get excited abt it and post when i find something that looks exciting or interesting! i’ll try my best to think of some here that i think may be worth mentioning, and do my best to remember triggers!!

1. My Princess Charming - I picked this one up recently and its SOOO CUTE. It’s still ongoing, but it’s about a popular girl who’s sick and tired of guys hitting on her all the time. She decides to find a fake boyfriend to fend them off, and sees someone who’s rlly hot and decides to ask them to be her fake boyfriend. Turns out that that person is actually a girl, and a lesbian at that. This manhwa is pretty light-hearted and hilarious (but not without drama ofc!) I find the main character absolutely adorable. There is one scene with some minor transphobia, but it’s one line and I don’t think it was with malicious intent, but I wont make excuses for it, just a fair warning.

2. Unrequited Love Affair - This one’s actually by the same author as the first one! It’s also pretty cute. It’s about a girl who’s been in love with her straight best friend for over 10 years. She meets someone new and decides to try to finally move on from her unrequited love, but her best friend notices that she’s not paying as much attention to her and starts behaving strangely. I enjoyed this one, it was a cute and pretty quick read, but I’m a bit sour because I do think the main character and both love interests should’ve just made a polycule or somethin idk

3. Living Will - Okay, this one is for those who can handle tragedies in gay stories. Fair warning, it’s not a happy ending. It’s about two women -- a prostitute and an assassin -- how they meet, their lives entagle, and fall in love. It’s a quick read, there aren’t many chapters. TWs for violence, death, nudity, and blood.

4. Her Tale of Shim Cheong - I’ve recc’d this before but this is genuinely one of the best wlw manhwas i’ve ever read. The art and story is beautiful, and i think it goes hand in hand with RGU and the Handmaiden in terms of stories about girls overcoming and/or escaping the oppressive structure of patriarchy/gender roles through the relationships they have with each other...so. chef’s kiss<3 TWs for grooming, sexual assault and pedophilia. There were a few scenes that were uncomfortable for me to read because they felt fetishistic, but only a few (and there’s nothing explicit) for the most part I think the manhwa does a good job of being respectful (at least, compared to other yuri/GL works). There was someone who told me that either the artist or author (cant remember) reblogged some nsfw art of the characters but I never got a chance to confirm since I don’t use twitter. Just want to let you know that if you decide to read it before going in, since I didn’t. (I’m pretty sure you can find this online without having to pay for it, if you don’t want to support the artist/author)

5. Beware the Villianess! - I haven’t caught up with this one yet, but from what I read so far, I found it really funny and entertaining. It’s about a girl who dies and wakes up reincarnated as the villianess of a storybook, meaning she’s the antagonist who’s supposed to envy the protagonist and make things miserable for her (think typical jealous shoujo mean girl). But things in the story now start to change since she’s been reincarnated. I don’t even know if it really counts as a LGBT webtoon, but one of the love interests is the female protagonist and its fucking hilarious.

6. Tamen de Gushi - I think most people are familiar with this one, but I’m including it anyway. Super cute comic about two girls in a relationship. It’s really funny and light-hearted. It’s been a while since I’ve read it/caught up, but I don’t recall a particular plot? I think it’s just a slice of life, and that it doesn’t necessarily follow a chronological order. Correct me if I’m wrong tho.

Anyways, that’s all I have for now, there’s a bunch I’ve been meaning to check out but haven’t gotten the chance to yet. Maybe I’ll add to this list once I get to them. Sorry most of these are mainly WLW, I don’t really have any recs for MLM (mainly bc I haven’t been able to find any good ones) but if anyone else does, feel free to add on!

#asks #webcomics

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chuckbass-love · 4 years

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Why Him? | Ransom Drysdale | Part 15

A/N : So i’ve got a couple of things in the works. I’ve got a 3 maybe four part Andy Barber series bc... daddy. I also have a Chris Evans one shot and i’m working on a Sebastian Stan one too. Lots of things coming up.

I’m still taking requests though. I look forward to hearing from you. Please don’t be shy i write for all.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than my Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3. However, reblogs are welcome

Why Him? MASTERLIST

Warning: SMUT... FILTH!

Enjoy...

Claudia’s POV

“Fuck” i groan as i pull myself up onto my bare feet, my head is really killing. I look around the room to find no sign of Ransom but the bedroom door is open slightly.

As i stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, i notice my make makeup is still on, i was clearly too exhausted and lazy to remove it. I decide to wash my face, waking myself up properly. My mind decides to go blank when i try to recall the events that took place last night.

The only thing i can remember so far is dirty dancing to tease Ransom. I shove my hair into a messy bun and dress myself before brushing my teeth, my breath is rank. I head downstairs, taking my time.

“Morning baby” i chirp as i head over to the couch where he is sitting. No response. What did i do? I don’t remember much. “Babe” still no answer. It’s like he’s blanking me.

I feel this uncomfortable sensation in my vagina. My face starts to screw up as i remember that before we left last night that Ransom inserted a sex toy inside of me. I stand up from my spot and head to the bathroom to fish it out. It’s covered in my juices. I wash it off and take it back into the living room.

“Here’s your little toy” i toss it into his lap and still nothing. I’m worried now. Did i do something wrong last night? He’s not even looking my way. I stand in front of the TV and i turn it off.

“I was watching that” he snaps, taking me back a little. “Finally he speaks” i smirk. “Oh so now you want me to speak to you huh? You seemed to enjoy running from me last night. Couldn’t get further away” he stands up, towering over me as he walks into the kitchen.

“Did i do something wrong last night? Other than apparently run away from you” i furrow my brows in confusion.

“Let’s see shall we? First you were grinding all over Darcy in front of me to tease me which worked by the way, then you were grinding all over me and to be honest i didn’t mind. I was looking forward to some nasty sex when we got back but you decided to be rude towards me, telling me i deserved to be teased. Then when we get home, you ran upstairs, locked yourself in our room and when i get inside i find you asleep on our bed” he sighs and i can’t believe what he just said.

“Our bed?” i question, walking towards him slowly. “Well, you’ve stayed in it enough times now right?” i can’t help but blush. I force myself in front of him. Standing between him and the kitchen counter. I place my hands on his cheeks, leaning my forehead against his. “What’s mine is yours” he whispers.

“I’m sorry about last night, i thought it would just lead to steamy sex but i guess last minute i decided it would be fun to tease you more” he chuckles.

“Oh that was hot as fuck, i couldn’t get enough but the running away bothered me. I told myself that your punishment could wait and now i think it’s waited long enough” i bite my lip at the thought of what he could mean. I wonder what he’s gonna do.

“Someone clearly needs a good spanking before they get fucked into next week” please do. I turn around for him, bending myself over the counter, ready to receive the spanking.

“Fuck doll, you look so fucking hot like this” he grabs both my ass cheeks, squeezing them before he raises his hands. He slams them down onto my ass, making me wince. I hear him walk away from me and then seconds later i feel hard sting upon my ass cheeks.

“What was that?” i turn my head to see he’s got his belt in his hands. “Count with me doll” he growls. “1″ his voice is low and husky as we count to 10 together. My ass is sore and i don’t know if i can even sit down.

I feel the head of his dick push into me slowly. “Ah fuck” i whisper as he slams the rest of his size into me aggressively.

“You’re gonna fucking learn how to behave” thrust “Dancing on me like that last night like a little fucking whore begging to be pounded like this” thrust “Is this what you wanted huh slut?” his words are making it impossible for me not to cum soon. “You’re gonna make me cum daddy” i whine as he pulls out and slams back in just as hard.

“Now i think you need to wait until you cum princess” he pulls out of me entirely and i whinge at the halt in pleasure. “Come here” i turn and he picks me up, placing me down on the kitchen island. I flinch as my ass touches the cold marble, it’s resting on it just about.

“Spread those legs, let me see that pussy” i open my legs for him and he stares at me in my entirety.

“Please fuck me daddy” i beg, he chuckles as he walks towards me. He slides himself back inside, his dick curving upwards because of the position. Reaching all the right spots.

“Oh my god. Yes daddy” i place my hands on his chest as my head falls back. “Take it doll” he groans as he continues to fuck me senseless. Just how i like it.

“You gonna cum?” he asks and i nod “Yes daddy” he pulls out again. He leans down and his face is inches away from my sex. He starts slurping and sucking all of me like he’s not eaten for days. My back arches and my head falls back again as i tug at his hair. This is pure heaven.

He spits all over my pussy before slamming into me again. He picks me up, dick still inside of me and i wrap my legs around him. He walks us over to the living room and he sits down on the floor. I’m now on top of him.

“Ride me princess. I promise you can cum this time” i go for it, bouncing on his dick like i’ve never done before. His eyes start rolling back as i push him closer to his edge. I feel it coming and soon enough i clench around him, he twitches. I feel my orgasm wash over me. “That was incredible” i pant as i sit there, still on his dick. “Sex with us is always good” he smirks as he gets up. My legs wrap around him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby doll” he carries me up the stairs so we can shower and change but i feel him thrusting inside of me as we walk. “Mhmm daddy” he chuckles. “You like that huh? That pussy just can’t get enough can it?” he grunts as he pushes me up against the wall of his room.

He starts thrusting hard and rough. “Daddy shit” this is incredible. I’ve never known him to be able to go so soon after the first time. “You’re gonna take it” he demands as he puts me down, bending me over. My hands pressed to the wall for some support. “Fucking take it” he growls, pulling my hair so my back is arching. This feels incredible.

“Daddy please” i can feel it inching closer. “I don’t wanna hear another word until you cum” he starts grunting as his thrusts get more aggressive, the sound of skin slapping together is driving me crazy. He reaches his hand forward to rub my clit.

“Such a good little slut for me. Cum on this dick baby” my eyes roll back and i let go, all over him. He doesn’t stop there. He places me down on the edge of the bed, continuing to thrust. “Daddy, i’m gonna cum again” i whimper. “What did i say bitch? Not a word” it’s coming again. I can’t stop it.

“Ah FUCK” he groans as he pulls out and i squirt. “SHIT” he stops.

“I’ll never get used to how you look when you do that” i stand up, immediately falling to the floor. My legs are like jelly.

“Was daddy too rough with you doll? Did i fuck you too much?” i shake my head and he shoves his hard dick in my face.

“I think you need to show daddy how grateful you are” i wrap my mouth around him, immediately bobbing my head up and down, licking him as i go. I pull off with a pop and he shoves himself back into my mouth. “Such a good slut, letting daddy fuck your face like this” i whimper against his shaft, he continuously hits the back of my throat.

“Now suck, make me cum” i get to work, sucking. I spit on his dick, using it as lube to jerk him as i suck. I look up at him with wide eyes. I can tell it’s driving him insane, he’s close. Shortly after i feel him come undone. His seed fills my mouth and i swallow it all as i release his dick.

He helps me up from the floor. “That was incredible. Now let’s actually get you cleaned up” he chuckles as we walk to the bathroom.

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I look over at him as we start getting dressed for the day and i feel it in my stomach, those 3 words. It’s too soon to say it and i don’t want to scare him. But surely if i feel it i should say it right? i go to speak up but i stop myself.

He walks up behind me as i do my makeup and he pulls me back against his torso. “Baby” he tickles me and i squeal.

I shove him away “I’m still getting ready” he waves it off, leaning down to pepper kisses along the back of my neck. I hear my phone go off on the bed. “Could you check that for me?” he picks it up “It’s a follow request from Meg on Instagram” he goes to delete it but i stop him.

“Don’t. I want to at least see what she wants. Press accept” he does before walking away. Holding his hands up in surrender. Minutes later she messages. I get Ransom to read it out to me.

‘Hi Claudia, I just wanted to follow you to ask if you had any work experience going at Vogue’ strange question. I tell Ransom what to reply with.

‘Hi Meg, we don’t unfortunately but i can make sure my boss knows to keep me posted if anything comes up. Hope you’re okay’ send. He throws my phone back down onto the bed. Once i finish getting ready we go downstairs.

“How would you feel about meeting my friends tomorrow, after work? Could meet for food or just coffee before you head home” i was wondering when he’d ask this.

“I’d love to” i grin as i sit next to him on the couch. “It’ll be nice to finally show you off” he plants a kiss on my lips, smiling as he pulls away. “I best get going soon. I need to sort through some paper work before the meetings that i have tomorrow” i pout, not wanting to leave his side. “I can drop you home after we have some lunch then yeah?” he suggests and i nod.

I don’t like this back and forth shit. I want to be with him all the time. Come home from work to him and wake up next to him. It’s crazy how in just a few weeks how far we’ve come.

I love him.

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