#they just banter so well with one another

[heian-era-housewife]

This fic is part of the Monster Mash collaborative event hosted by @nanamiscocksleeve ♡

Synopsis | Things get a little monstrous when you end up swapping bodies with the very curse you were sent to destroy.

Content | mdni 18+, f!reader x CurseMonster!Sukuna, slight dubcon, body swap, sex (piv), oral (f receiving), dp, biting, mention of blood, swearing, sukuna is ooc, you *literally* fuck yourself, it gets weird.

Word Count | 2.7 k

A/N | Idea credit to the ever-creative @noodle-is-unstable . Click HERE to see the SMAU that inspired this story and be sure to check out Noodle's other works!

"Come now, you mustn't stop trying!" The monster's voice rang out into the night.

Your lungs burned with each ragged breath as you drew in the cool evening air. You'd been sparring for what felt like hours. Aloft on a Tokyo highrise rooftop, you and the beast you'd been hunting for weeks had finally come to clash.

A wayward smile curled your lips. "Don't you worry, Sukuna. I'm just getting started."

"It seems he's looking for a vessel." Yaga had informed you when the monster curse first appeared.

"A vessel?"

"Someone he can posses. Someone with strength and powers to match, to maximize his abilities. That's why we're sending you." He counceled.

"Why me?" You asked, thinking of at least a dozen more qualified sorcerers. You weren't even special grade.

"Because you are the only one Ryomen Sukuna can't control."

It's true, your ability was unique. Rather than a cursed technique, you had what could only be described as "curse resistance". While you weren't the strongest fighter, cursed energy rolled off your back like droplets of water. And while not entirely immune, you could take a hit like no other. In the odd case of bodily posession, you were a stone fortress.

In the weeks since your dispatch, you'd spent your time tracking the four-armed monster. Learning his methods, his motives, the sound of his voice- and he was well aware. He left you red herrings, had you chasing down bootless errands, and generally toyed with you like his own personal plaything. But your game of cat-and-mouse was coming to a head and there was just one thing neither of you had counted on.

Fatal attraction.

Impervious to his flame, you walked toward him through the raging inferno like something out of an action thriller. The warmth of his curse lapping at your skin as you sauntered through. The air between you thick with heat and excitement.

"You're stronger than I imagined." He praised. "I'm impressed." A rare acknowledgement from the monster of all curses.

"And you're not nearly as hideous as they claim." You teased. "Almost a pity I have to kill you." A dreadful smile curled his lips as you dodged another glancing blow. He was fast and clever, spurred on by your fighting spirit and already privy to your curse resistance, or so you believed. Somehow, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and with every volley of witty banter you were finding yourself feeling the same.

"Such an odd technique you have." He called over the roar of flame and the whiff of mislaid punches. While he realised early on the only real way to take you out would be with his own bare hands, the flames acted as a blind for his pursuit of an ambush, the close proximity of the rooftop forcing you both into a violent waltz. "There's just one thing I haven't been able to work out." He continued.

"What's that?" You panted.

"How is it you're generating these feelings of arousal?"

You stopped, stunned. Did he say "arousal?"

In your moment of distraction, he managed to land a kick, swiping your legs from beneath you and sending you tumbling to the ground. Your back hit the roof with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. And there was the face of the monster, mere inches from yours. His intricate markings stretching handsomely over his wry smile. His sharp teeth bared in a predatory sneer. Two of his hands had you pinned at the wrists, stretched back above your head. The other two bore down on your hips as he knelt above you, caging you in. You froze, certain your luck had run out. All four eyes peered down at you, the smallest glimmer of sadness in his crimson gaze, perhaps at the thought of his fun being over. But in his furrowed brow still lingered a questioning look.

"Speak." He said simply.

Surely he hadn't been serious?

"Answer me, brat!" He urged, warm breath fanning your face.

"I don't 'generate' arousal." You almost laughed. Such a ridiculous situation you were in, pinned beneath the monster you'd been sent to kill, the one you'd started falling for, as he unwittingly confessed his mutual attraction.

Slowly, he lowered his body onto yours, careful not to crush you under his towering weight. Bringing his lips to your ear, he purred his next question.

"Then how do you explain this?"

With a roll of his hips you felt it, the warmth of not one but two massive bulges pressing hungrily between your thighs. Even clothed you could feel them twitch upon contact. Your eyes widened.

"S-Sukuna!" You gasped.

"Surely it's you who's doing this." His graveled voice just barely above a whisper. "No mortal being has ever made me feel such a way." His words sent heat rushing straight to your core, and creeping wantonly up your neck. When you spoke, your voice was thick with need.

"Sukuna, I don't have a cursed technique... I have curse resis-"

"Shhh." He hushed, breathing deeply against your neck. "You will make a most worthy vessel."

"Sukuna!" You urged, squirming slightly under his hold. "Listen, would you let that go? Besides, I'm resistant to curse-"

"All I need is a bit of your blood." He cooed as if to a lover. Your head was spinning. So desperate for his touch, and yet you needed stop him. Who knew if your resistance would hold up to his sheer force of will. It was taking all that you had just to try and think clearly. But the two of you were growing ever more desperate. Your hips bucking up in sheer agony against the firmness of his cocks, still pressing into you.

He rutted against you, half whimpering half growling as he dragged his teeth deep against your pulse. The heat, the longing for his sex, and whatever energy he was using all began to overwhelm you. Darkness flooded the corners of your vision as droplets of warm blood beaded on your neck where his sharp canines were carving their mark. A distant voice yelled out in a sultry mix of pleasure and pain. Your voice.

The weight of his cocks and his name in your throat were the last things you felt before going under.

When you awoke moments later it was to the taste of metal on your tongue, the smell of something provocatively sweet, and an ache like you'd never felt between your legs. Your eyes rolled in their sockets as you forced them back open, your vision was doubled, unfocused. But as you went to rub your eyes, you nearly fell over, shocked to discover that you now had four. Staring down at your trembling hands you realized those, too, had doubled.

"What is this?" Came a voice that was hauntingly familiar. Glancing down, you looked upon the woman pinned beneath you, blood running cold as your were met with your own steely gaze. "What the hell is this?!" She spat, writhing under your hulking form.

"S-Sukuna?" You ventured, your words deep and graveled. Your own cold eyes glaring up at you, and a scent so alluring you thought you may just lose yourself.

"Brat?" There was a moment of pause. A deep seated silence while reality settled in.

"Well..." You said in a voice far different from your own.

"Fuck." Sukuna finished.

"I told you it wasn't going to work!" You moaned, following the curse as he paced along the rooftop. Your stride now twice that of his, you had to be careful not to trip over your own feet.

"I wasn't listening, I was too distracted by that technique of yours!"

"It's not a technique!" You snapped. "You're attracted to me! I can't help it if I turn you on! And, by the way, the feeling is mutual. Annoyingly so!" You said, gesturing to the obvious and very painful predicament between your legs. "How do you even walk like this?"

"Carefully." Said Sukuna with a smirk.

"Be serious!"

"As I told you I've never dealt with anything like this before. I've never experienced anything so trivial as 'attraction'." He turned to look at you. "And for what it's worth, your situation isn't much better." He leered, reaching a hand down to the growing stain between his thighs.

There was that smell again. Your own pheromones were betraying you. Even the great mouth on your stomach had started to pant in shameless desire. Flecks of drool dripped down your front.

What a mess this had become. If the other sorcerers could see you now, they'd have your head for sure. Your mission had gone belly-up, you'd almost become a vessel for the monster you'd been entrusted to extinguish, and here you were drooling and pining over the very creature you were meant to kill while trapped inside his body. At least, in some small, strange way, you weren't entirely alone.

When you looked up from your stomach's lolling tongue, you saw Sukuna, almost feeble-looking in your comparatively small frame, sitting quietly on the darkened rooftop. Human, monster. Suddenly the difference didn't seem so vast...

"Look," you began,"I'm going out on a limb here, but if I had to guess I'd imagine this will wear off after a little while. On the rare occasion I have been affected by cursed energy, it always wears off within a few hours."

"And what do you propose we do until then? You don't expect us to just sit here?"

No, you didn't. Not that either of you had much choice in the matter. You weren't about to fight your own body, nor were you inclined to return to the streets as a four-armed beast with a bounty on your head. Bringing a hand to your neck you called back the feeling of Sukuna's lips against your skin, his sultry voice within your ear.

You couldn't believe what you were about to say.

"Th-there is one thing...we could do."

The air was cold against your skin, but Sukuna was colder, trembling, naked, on the rooftop after you'd helped him remove your clothes. Yours had been easy. A pair of loose-fitting pants was all that kept your dual lengths from springing back against your stomach. The great mouth sputtered.

"Woah..." You marveled- a moment of genuine fascination amidst the bizarre scene. Each shaft was long and heavily veined, one laying atop the other in equal length and proportion. They bounced under their own impressive weight, and each bore a handsome black ring toward its base.

"You done staring?" He asked, arms wrapped around himself as he shivered where he stood.

"Sorry." You chirped. Before he could protest, you scooped him effortlessly in your arms, laying him down atop the pile of discarded clothes, shielding him under your warmth. Slowly, just as he had done before, you lowered your hips, rutting them against his own, the lower of your two cocks gliding over the slick between his thighs.

In one large hand, you gathered his wrists, holding them once again above his head. In the others, you worshipped his body- your body - in exactly the way you knew how. Two large thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, while a thick and calloused finger found your clit with pinpoint precision pulling gasps and moans from a quickly fraying Sukuna. In spite of his efforts, each little sound sent a rush of heat straight to the pit of your stomach, and that gave you an idea.

You laughed something a bit maniacle before spreading his legs and lowering yourself just enough to lay your head down on his breasts.

It was hard to control, the strange anatomy seemed to have somewhat of a mind of its own. You grunted in concentration.

"What the hell are you doing, brat?" Sukuna craned his neck to look at you. You were focused- determined. And then...

"Ohh fuuuuck!" Sukuna said for the second time that night, only this time it was downright sinful. His moans were sweet music to your ears, your cocks twitching in tandem against Sukuna's silky thigh.

With a great deal of effort, you commanded the mouth on your stomach, using its tongue to lap at those sopping folds. Once it had a taste, the rest came naturally. The great maw working itself eagerly between Sukuna's thighs, nipping and sucking as if that were its very purpose. You nuzzled into those pillowy breasts, strong hands pawing at them with surprising tenderness. Sukuna was all but gone, twisting and writhing against the steady rythm of the massive tongue, now fucking up into him as it dipped in and out of his entrance, the taste so sweet your cocks were weeping at the sensation.

Before you knew it, you were flipping him onto his knees, two hands digging bruises into his hips, the others holding him tight against your chest. In truth, you weren't certain your body could handle a cock this size, but you'd be damned if you didn't try. Leaning into his ear, you offered him a hand, your words sending a ripple of chills over his skin. "You just bite down if you need to." You said in a lustful growl before sliding your thick fingers past his lips and over his tongue.

With a careful thrust, you slid your upper cock into his squelching cunt, white stars behind your eyes as you experienced, for the first time, the delicious grip of those velvety walls. You were hooked in an instant.

Desperate cries for "more! More! MORE!" spilled out around your fingers as Sukuna arched his back, keening with every thrust. He rutted back into your frenzied sex like a dog in heat, drooling cunt raining tears of pleasure on the rooftop below. He was milking you so well you nearly missed his desperate plea.

"B-both." He choked around your fingers.

"What?" You asked breathlessly, removing your hand from his mouth.

"BOTH!" He demanded, voice cracking in his need.

Obediently, you reeled your hips back, aligning yourself with each hole, but before you could plunge yourself deeply back inside, Sukuna reached a hand back, adjusting your cocks so they were both lined up with the same hole. Your chest grew tighter.

"Y-you sure?"

A stoic nod was his only reply, knuckles tightening over clenched fists before rutting back into you.

You were in heaven. Ragged groans being ripped from your chest as you railed your hips into your own throbbing pussy. Both cocks pressed together in painful ecstacy as you chased your unholy high. Fat tears rolled down Sukuna's cheeks and you did your best to wipe them away to the tune of his pleasured cries. Your own lashes were wet with sweat that poured from your wild pink hair.

Everything about this was wrong, and yet nothing had ever felt so right.

With a strangled cry, Sukuna's walls closed in on you in the same, unrelenting nature with which he fought- powerful and overwhelming. With the same biting rapture that pulled air from your lungs and stars from your eyes. Forget being a vessel. He came with such conviction you would've given him your soul, had he asked.

"Fuck!" He cried out, and with that you were a goner. His voice sending you spilling your cum in velvety ropes. Both cocks pulsing their load in violent waves that wrought your body and rattled your brain. Your vision swam as you pumped your body full of Sukuna's thick seed. And as you bit into the flesh of the tender nape before you, the world became an inky shade of black.

"Brat."

You blinked your eyes against the darkness.

"Hey! Brat!"

The monster's voice floated to you from the depths of your hazy mind. Slowly you turned to him. His naked form towering over you on shakey hands and knees, his panting breath fanning you in its musky warmth. Chest still heaving in the wake of his orgasm.

"You're stronger than I imagined." He praised. "I'm impressed."

"And you're not nearly as hideous as they claim." You teased once again. "Almost a pity I have to kill you."

"All this, and you still wish to kill me?" He gave you a dubious look.

"Come now, you mustn't stop trying." Your voice rang out into the night.

A wayward smile curled his lips. "Don't you worry, brat. I'm just getting started."

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Let There Be Love (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I didn't fall off the face of the earth! I've been writing, but, I've really just have had a lack of motivation to post. Enjoy! :)

Summary: When Matt asks you to find your cassette player, you humor him. As he pops in the tape and you begin to dance with one another, you recall the first time that you met your fiancé.

Warnings: Sweet fluff, established couple, flirty banter, kisses talk about marriage/wedding

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,252

“It’s evidence,” you say with a little shrug. “You’re an attorney. You can appreciate that, right?”

“It’s hoarding,” Matt chuckles as he walks over to you with a full glass of wine. 

He clinks his own glass to yours. “I keep what’s important,” you explain before you take a sip. 

He kisses your temple as his hand slides down the curve of your body. “Hoarder,” he murmurs.

“This hoarder will take her cassette tape player back into evidence lock up if she needs to—.” He gives you a little puppy dog pout, his eyes sparkling in the neon coming in through the frosted windows. You run your fingers through his hair as you lean forward with a kiss. “You know you love me.”

“Of course I do,” he says with another little kiss to your lips. “Thank you for your expansive evidence lock up, angel.”

“So,” you start, taking a sip of your wine and sitting on the sofa, tucking your feet underneath you. “Why did you need my cassette player?”

“Because we’ve been trying to figure out our first dance song,” he explains as he fiddles with the machine. “I was looking around in my bedside drawer for my backup glasses until I could get my regular ones fixed, and I found this tape. Do you have any idea what it is?”

“Foggy’s Intro to Punjabi tape?”

Matt tosses his head back in laughter. “C’mon, seriously.”

“I can’t say that I do! I mean, in all honesty, too, I think the last time I used a cassette was 2004. 2007, maybe.”

“This tape belonged to my dad. He made it. It had some of his favorites, some songs that he dedicated to my mom. One he thought they’d play at their wedding. I was listening to it one day—I was missing my dad, and I popped it on. Then, a girl with the prettiest voice I’d ever heard came knocking at my door with a bushel of carrots in her hand, asking if I’d seen a rabbit hopping about the residence hall . . .” You watch Matt smile as he gets the tape to play in the spot that he wants. “This was the song that was playing when we first met. This is the song that I’d like to play when I dance with you for the first time as my wife.”

“Now I feel bad about my joke.”

“C’mere.”

“Matt,” you hum sweetly, setting your wine glass down on the coffee table, moving to wrap your arms around his waist. 

“I can never remember the name of the song, I just know the sound. That’s why I needed the cassette player.”

He leans in, giving you a long kiss as you both slowly start to sway in a little circle. “You know where we found that rabbit?” I grin. 

Confusion briefly furrows his brows. “Where?”

“Our study spot. Well, it wasn’t our study spot at the time, but, that’s where Tony Hawk was. Like a sign. Premonition?”

“Wait, wait. The rabbit’s name was Tony Hawk?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “I never told you that?”

“No!” he laughs, holding you closer. “I think I’d remember that detail.”

“Well, that’s what happens when a veterinarian student from Carlsbad, California is in charge of naming animals.”

“Well, then, thank God for Tony Hawk.” Matt leans in for a kiss as one of your most cherished memory to mind. 

“C’mon, c’mon,” you sigh as you look around desperately. How you're the one that got wrangled into finding a rabbit, you don’t know. It belongs to your roommates best friend’s boyfriend’s roommate, and yet you're the one carrying the bushel of carrots around your dorm trying to find the quickest bunny around. “Tony! C’mon Tony Hawk, I’ve got all these tasty carrots for you, pal!” Your eyes light up when you notice a door on the left of the hall is open. With any luck, he’s either snuck in there, or they at least noticed a rabbit bounce down the hall. Picking up your pace, you make your way down to the door. 

Gently knocking on the wooden frame, you poke your head in. 

“Hi,” you start, finding just one guy—one gorgeous guy—sitting on his bed with an open book and music gently playing in the background, something smooth and jazzy. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, but have you seen a rabbit around?”

He lifts his head up, his beautiful hazel eyes sparkling in the late afternoon light. The kind of bright light that happens just before dusk. His smile is warm and inviting, and your heart races. You feel your cheeks grow hot as you try to keep your cool. Based on his face, this is that hot blind law student you’ve heard all the girls talk about. Unfortunately, you're so focused on keeping your cool, you miss his response.

“Um,” he responds. Oh, hell, his voice is as warm as honey in tea. “Are you alright?”

“S-Sorry,” you stutter. “I’m okay. The bunny is just small, y’know? I’d really just like to get him back to his owner.”

He flashes you a little smirk, his brows bunching together in amusement. “The rabbit isn’t yours?”

“No,” you sigh, letting him in on your annoyance. “Long story. Don’t ask.”

“Okay, I won’t. For now, at least.” You chuckle softly as you dip your head. “I’m Matt, by the way.”

“(Y/N),” you respond. “It was nice to meet you, Matt. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“No, not a bother at all.” The smile pulls back on his face as he pulls his fingers off of the open book in front of him. “I’d offer to help look, but, I have to go to class in a bit.”

“No, you’re totally okay. I appreciate it.”

“Maybe if you’re not still hunting for a rabbit later, we could grab some coffee.”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay,” he says softly.

You smile at one another like idiots for a good few beats before you start to slowly back out of his room. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

You sway with Matt in the living room, looking up at him, your entire world. Your sun, your moon, and your stars. And in a few months, he’ll officially be your husband.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispers.

“Just how that damn rabbit led me to the love of my life,” you say softly. “Do you think we would’ve found one another later in life had it not been for Tony Hawk?”

He just smiles as he leans his face toward yours. “You’re my destiny, angel. One way or another, I was always going to find you. I was always going to fall madly in love with you. I was always going to marry you.”

You feel how tears sting at your lash line. “You’re gonna make me bawl like a baby when we do our vows, huh?” you sniffle.

“Oh,” he says with a sweet pout. “I’m not that cruel. I’m going to write them out for you to read before the ceremony. If you’re gonna cry, what makes you think I’ll be able to get through saying them without crying?” Matt just leans in for a soft kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a long time before he’s satisfied. “I love you so incredibly much,” he whispers. “Thank you for loving me in return.”

You snuggle in on him, resting your ear right over his heart. “Forever and always, Matty.”

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[themultifanshipper]

Yes, two fully grown adults can go trick or treating in silly halloween costumes, thank you very much.

What wasn't okay however, was that Charles was walking around SHIRTLESS in a fucking SKIRT.

Part of my Halloween event!

Warnings: blood, smut, sub Charles, the inherent eroticism of men covered in their own blood, minor injury, temperature play

Also real ones will get the very obvious reference to another popular fic of mine lmao

He'd jumped at the idea of going trick or treating with you, after all, you two didn't get to spend much time together between races, and he loved candy.

 BUT, Charles had decided to dig out his old Prema Gladiator costume (yeah, you know the one) and the top part didn't fit anymore because of how much more muscle he'd got since those days.

So there he fucking stood, in all his oiled up glory, looking like a whore!

He knew exactly what he was doing as well, every time you rang a doorbell he would flex his abs to give the ‘maximum effect’, as he put it.

So to say you were riled up was an understatement.

On one hand, you got to ogle your almost naked boyfriend as much as you liked, but on the other, so did everybody else.

You were a goddess next to him, literally because you were dressed up as a goddess, but you had chosen a dress that didn't show off too much specifically because you knew Charles would get insanely jealous.

Yeah, you might as well have dressed as Bobo the fucking clown.

He was driving you insane in two different ways.

First off he was making you angry, because he was flexing and lowkey flirting on purpose to make you mad.

But the problem was that he was also making you incredibly horny.

His thick thighs wrapped in that thin faux-leather skirt, his oiled up (why the fuck did he oil himself up??) torso on display, his nipples peaking from the cold air of the night.

You were going to lose it before the end of the night, you were certain.

But apart from your inner turmoil, your evening was going great.

Even little kids were giving you candy from their baskets, because they thought you two looked so cool.

“I'm going to kill you when we get home” you said as you wrapped an arm around his waist.

He chuckled “And why is that, love of my life?”

Yeah, he was laying it on thick now, the bastard.

“Because I had to dress modestly to protect your ego and you decided to dress like a whole slut, baby”

He grinned at you, poking your side playfully.

“You are just jealous that the last woman asked for my number, in front of you”

“Okay, I'm going to go back and say yes to her, then”

You gasped mockingly “I am not.”

He suddenly turned around and started walking back in the direction of where you'd just come from.

“Don’t you dare!” you laughed, as you ran after him.

He was quicker though and he sprinted down the road as you struggled to keep up.

“I'll see you later, I guess. I don't know what time I will be home!” he called back, turning his head to laugh at your slower pace.

“Charles Leclerc, you come back here!”

It was a lot of fun bantering and running around like children again.

Until disaster struck.

He hadn't been looking where he was going as he ran around, baiting you into chasing him.

And, well, there's no way of saying this that isn't objectively hilarious.

Charles Leclerc, world famous formula 1 driver, man of immeasurable dexterity and coordination, ran face first into a telephone pole.

You thought he was joking at first, trying to be funny or something as he clutched his face.

But as you caught up you saw blood and immediately worried over him.

He was hunched over so you pulled his hands away to inspect the damage.

Blood was pouring out of his nose and, somehow, he'd also managed to bust his lip. Nothing too serious.

“Are you okay, baby?” you said, just a hint of mocking in your voice.

He pouted, then hissed in pain as he realised that was not a good idea with a busted lip.

“Do I look okay?” he asked.

You almost laughed at how whiny he sounded.

“No broken teeth so yeah, I think you're good”

He shot you an unimpressed look and you smirked.

“Come on drama queen let's get you home and mop up all this blood.”

And there was a lot of it.

It was dripping down his face onto his chest and running down his abs…

You hated seeing him in pain but, as you watched a drop roll down his stomach, you had to admit it was kind of hot.

And to be honest, it also kind of completed the whole Gladiator look.

You can’t really know in advance that seeing a man vulnerable and covered in blood is going to make you horny.

By the time you got home Charles's pain had gone down a little bit and the bleeding had stopped, so he let you sit on his lap while you disinfected his lip.

It just happens, and then you have to live with it.

He whined in pain when the spray hit the cut.

“You need to stop making those kinds of noises or I’m going to have to kiss you and make it worse”

Charles' eyebrows shot up in surprise.

You grinned as you got off his lap and went to get an ice pack for his nose.

“Don't move” you ordered “If you're a good boy I'll give you a blowjob to make you feel better”

You walked out and Charles was bewildered, to say the least.

You were horny? Now?

While you grabbed the ice pack out of the freezer he pulled his costume off, leaving him in his already tented underwear (he is but a simple man after all).

Not that he was complaining. Seb had taught him “never say no to a good blowie”.

You handed him the pack and looked him up and down.

You'll never figure out how you managed to get such a hot man to love you.

You cradled his jaw in your palm and he whimpered as the coldness of the ice made contact with his swollen nose.

“I’m going to ride you instead”

“I've changed my mind” you declared, and Charles looked like a kicked puppy, thinking you weren't up for sex anymore.

You slipped out of your drees and dropped it somewhere to your left as you looked at Charles seductively.

His cock twitched and you smirked, helping him lay down sideways on the couch as you slid his underwear off.

You’d been soaked since he ran into the pole (you were probably going to hell for that) so the slide was delicious as you straddled his hips and sank down on him slowly.

The lack of prep made him feel huge inside you and you moaned when his hips bucked involuntarily.

Once you were ready, you lifted off of him and slowly sank back down again.

The drag of his cock against your walls was pure heaven as you hadn't had time to fully indulge in your boyfriend since he'd been back.

You started a slow but demanding pace as you rode him exactly as he liked, and his hand flew to your hip to help ground himself.

Your hands went to his bloody chest to help stabilize you and you ended up smearing the blood further all over his skin.

“You're so hot like this, baby” you purred, Charles was already half gone, completely caught up in the pleasure of your tight cunt around him.

“Charles look at me”

He did. Those sea green eyes gazed at you heatedly as you bounced on him as if your life depended on it.

He was still holding the ice pack to his face with his other hand, and you decided to rip the corner off and take an ice cube out.

His confusion was evident on his face, but you just grinned evilly at him as you swirled the ice around one of his nipples.

He half yelped, half whined as it made contact, the cold making him shiver.

You ran the cube down his abs, following the trail of blood and smearing it even more, before going back up and teasing his other nipple with it until it melted completely.

His hips twitched involuntarily as his head swam with lust at your actions and when you leant down to suck on one of his nipples he cried out.

The heat of your mouth straight after the cold ice sent his body into overdrive and he started mumbling and begging you for release.

You felt pretty on edge yourself so you brought a hand down to circle your clit expertly while mouthing at Charles' other nipple.

“I'm not stopping you Charles, come for me if that's what you need” you mumbled against his skin and that was it for him.

His hips slammed into yours as he orgasmed, making you see stars as you reached your own peak and you rode each other's highs out like that, hips rolling against each other until you were sated.

“I think we both need a shower now” he said and you giggled as he lifted you up effortlessly and walked you over to the bathroom, him still inside you to avoid leaking cum all over the place.

The hot water of the shower stung his wounds, but it washed away all the blood and cum from your bodies as you basked in the heat together.

Once you were both thoroughly cleaned up, he carried you to bed and and curled up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and kissing your cheek goodnight.

“I love you” you mumbled sleepily after a couple of minutes.

“I love you too” his low grumble sounded behind you as he drifted in and out of sleep “and all your weird fucking kinks”

You both giggled like children and he squeezed you tightly. He was never letting go of you, even if it meant running into a few telephone poles now and then.

[ginxyy]

Loving the Leader

My soulmate Seungcheol

The first time I met Seungcheol, it was in the bustling corridors of our shared world, a place filled with laughter and the melodic harmonies of dreams taking flight. He was the anchoring force within the chaotic swirl of music, his laughter like the sun cutting through clouds on a gloomy day. As the leader of Seventeen, he commanded respect effortlessly, his presence unfolding like a well-rehearsed choreography that required no practice. Yet, beneath that authoritative exterior lay a man who could turn ordinary moments into the sweetest memories.

Our journey began quietly, in shared glances that seemed to dance as subtly as the morning light filtering through the curtains. I was there, in the background, often invisible, but somehow, every time I stepped into the same space as Seungcheol, I could feel the vibrancy of his energy wrapping around me like a soft, warm blanket. He would tease me about my propensity to get lost in thought, stating that I was as easily distracted as one of his younger members. In his trademark bossy manner, he’d chastise me playfully for the meals I skipped, insisting that I needed to eat to keep up with his whirlwind lifestyle.

“It’s not just me. The boys need you as much as I do,” he would say, his tone half-serious, half-mischievous, his brow furrowing just enough to let me know he meant what he said.

Every meal with Seungcheol became a ritual in caring. He’d whip up something simple yet delicious, his hands deftly moving through the kitchen while I would sit at the table, my heart swelling at the sight. Watching him in the kitchen felt like witnessing a performance a show of domesticity that weaved through the air with comforting aromas and animated banter. “A leader cannot run on empty,” he'd tease, as I picked at my food, and I could hardly deny the truth. There was something inherently nurturing about him, something that made me feel like the mothering presence in a fraternal household. His authority melted seamlessly into affection, pushing me to look after the other members, too.

Days flowed in and out like waves, each one richer than the last, each moment like an emotion wrapped in silk and presented with a flourish. Our evenings often found us sprawled on the couch, both exhausted after long days. Seungcheol would pick up a guitar, fingers lightly brushing the strings, filling the air with melodies that encapsulated all the unsaid words blooming between us. I’d lean my head against his shoulder, letting the music carry me away, feeling so acutely that here, in this intimate cocoon, we truly belonged to one another.

But love is never devoid of challenges. The busyness of our lives often pulled us in different directions. While he strategized for a performance, I’d be coaching the younger members on concepts of “emotional coordination” as he liked to call it emphasizing that each song needed a tale, a muscle of emotion that could only be expressed when they truly felt it. It was important work, but nothing could compare to the time I craved with him.

One chilly evening, months into our relationship, Seungcheol surprised me with a chance to escape the bustling world for a quiet evening under the stars. We drove to a secluded hilltop, our laughter echoing within the silence that enveloped us as we sat atop the car, taking in the sprawling view of the city that felt like an artist’s palette scattered with jewels. “Just look at how beautiful this is,” he said, his voice soft, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him bathed in moonlight, his eyes sparkled with dreams and warmth.

“I think it’s even more beautiful up here with you,” I admitted, feeling a blush creeping into my cheeks. I’d never been particularly good with words, but he understood me without the need for elaborate sentences his confident smile told me he appreciated my shyness, just as much as he appreciated this stolen moment.

Our fingers found each other, intertwining with a familiarity that spoke of comfort and longing alike. The stars above twinkled mischievously, providing an audience to our unspoken vows. In that beautiful expanse, he turned towards me, brushing a stray hair from my face and leaning in closer, our breaths mingling in the cold night air. I closed my eyes as he whispered my name like a prayer, and then, the world fell away. It was just us, and the world became a canvas upon which we painted our love.

As we navigated the intricacies of our burgeoning relationship, he would take me to practices. Positioned in the background, it often felt like I was both a part of the team and above it. I watched him lead with grace, his voice commanding yet soothing, and I could hardly help but beam with affection, feeling proud of the man who balanced responsibility with joy.

“But remember,” he’d remind me with a mock-seriousness. “If I’m the leader, you’re basically the mom.” I would laugh, playfully rolling my eyes, but somewhere deep down, I realized he was right. There was a symbiotic rhythm to this dance we had choreographed a push and pull, him bringing out the best in me while I made sure he didn’t forget his own needs amidst the chaos.

Over time, my heart burgeoned, nourished by his attention, his playful authority, and the undeniable tenderness that lay beneath his bossy exterior. Our love was not just a whisper of romance but a resounding promise the kind that binds souls through thick and thin.

Life became less of a challenge and more of a waltz with Seungcheol, beautifully imperfect yet profoundly deep. With every meal shared, every laugh exchanged, and every stolen kiss under the star-lit sky, I understood what it truly meant to be in love with a man like him. Together, we flowed as seamlessly as harmonies in his songs, crafting our unique symphony. And in my heart, I couldn’t help but feel whether he led us through the chaos or simply held my hand amidst the mundane that we were not just two people lost in love but a tightly-knit team ready to face the world together.

[m1ssunderstanding]

Midas Man Reaction

I watched this using a google drive version from @skydiamonded thank you, thank you!

Spoilers under the cut!!!

Weird looking at this guy and trying to tell myself he's Brian. He's a very Brian type of guy but still he's not Brian. 

I do love the first person narration and the instantly shattered fourth wall.

I love seeing his Jewish faith and culture in a way that wasn't publicly as prominent when he was alive. 

Honestly didn't know adding a significant record store to their furniture store was Brian's idea. I'm looking every new thing I learn up because biopics can be very misleading, but this is fun!

I am absolutely Reveling in the contrast between crisp, classy Brian and the squalor of the cavern. So good! 

Guys I'm a sucker for this stuff. John comes on stage swigging something talking in awful German and then there's Paul whoring it up flirting having a personal conversation with some girl in the crowd. And the John/Paul banter! I'm falling for it so hard. 

(John girls I will give it to you, you guys got shafted with the looks of this actor)

Same, Brian. I get it. I'd be in love with them too. 

The incessant mocking of his posh accent Thank You!

Paul's face. I've definitely seen this irl. He loves watching John do his acerbic wit thing. Reminds me of that one quote that basically said Paul used John's cruelty to his own advantage. 

The confidence of Brian just deciding to be a manager. The actor is doing such a good job of capturing that duality in Brian of part timid awkwardness part brazen optimism. 

The Spain dialogue! How can they tease that and not include the trip?!?! Also John dropping Hemingway and Brian's pleasant surprise. Just you wait, Brian. 

“My Gran takes pills for that” genuinely got me.

The way they look at each other is accurate even if John doesn't look a thing like himself

“I think you're special. I think you'll go all the way. And I promise I will look after you.” Whether Brian said it that way out loud at the time or not it's what he felt. And that was so so important. They needed someone to say that and mean it so badly. Look how he's looking at them!

“Like family. Only better. No secrets from each other.” Break my fucking heart not even twenty minutes in why don't you? Brian you deserved to live in the future. I'm so sorry you had to be put here in the time you were.

I will say the makeover breaks my heart. I get that it was necessary, but it hurts. 

Ringo's grey steak and his accent and his friendly tough older cousin demeanor!!!

You hear Paul singing as they drive up, fantastic. And the little shoulder pat as they go in, “alright Brian.” John's little line about the time jump is fun too. 

Pete's drumming is patently bad. Thank You!

The whole John railing on Brian and Paul telling him to leave off I think is probably accurate, but. With all the quotes I have in my documents about Paul actually being the one who gave Brian the most trouble, I have to wonder if we're going to see that complexity or if we're going to stick to the “mean John, nice Paul” stereotypes. 

But also Paul definitely does not stick up for Pete. (Who he also picked at much more than John irl) Anyway I love to see the strategic reigning in or letting loose of John's temper for me.

Again with the class contrasts!!! These fucking snobs talking down to Brian I can't. It's just another proof of the boys’ need for him and his management. And not just because he's socially higher than them, but can you see John handling that shit well? No. That ass hat would get decked. 

The pride with which he says “My boys” to those douchebags after all of that!!!

“Asked you and Daddy for a car” is a great line.

I got so scared when that guy came up so suddenly like that because I know how violent some of those encounters were. It breaks my heart for him. 

And then the pills. It got so cold so fast. 

Those secretaries should be in charge of those record companies is what I'm getting here. 

I knew he was going to lie and say that he got them the contract. I wonder if he did irl. Something else I'll have to look up but it does make sense with what I know of Brian. He just loves them so so much. “I can't bear their disappointment when they feel I've let them down.” 

The George actor overdoes the accent a bit but I really love the facial expressions. I've seen that one a million times. 

Also love that John and Paul are facing each other. Very nice. 

No one is going to hold a candle to the actual Paul's voice but what are you going to do? 

They've got Paul's need for John's approval right though. John's already said all sorts of positive things and Paul's immediately fishing for more.

Yes! Paul is George Martin's very special favorite baby boy and it would be wrong to play it otherwise. 

I should've said this before but it's driving me crazy in this scene. Why is George's hair significantly lighter than John's? 

Interesting that it doesn't even show Brian talking to the others about sacking Pete. 

“It's my sound. They're all doing it now. Ringo.” What is this bullshit? Insinuating Ringo copied Pete's sound? Why did they put that in there? Ew, take it out!

Look at him, already so at ease and happy. I love you, Ringo! 

See I knew it was going to get more violent. Ugh it twists my stomach. And his poor terrified face when the guy says he knows him. He was so scared of his secret life having a negative affect on the boys career. And then Brian telling us straight to our faces about being brutally beaten and helping the man afterwards. It's cutting. Such a contrast from the upbeat, prideful Brian of many of the other camera-facing narrations. 

The sharp turnaround of Alastair overhearing the end of Brian's little aside here though! I love the way this movie is playing with perspective and curtains. Very much a nod to Brian's behind the scenes work on behalf of the biggest group in the history of the world. 

Love how the Beatles are annoyed that Brian doesn't offer any details about them when he's going through his lineup! Very clever, very them!

Cilla clearly knows Brian's gay and she's the first one that's made that clear. At least to me! Maybe the scene with the prellies and the Beatles teasing him about that was something. But she's the first where it's obvious she knows. And he's so moved that she's just casually okay with his sexuality.

Then we get him apologizing to his family right after. It's getting to the point where I'm like I don't know what there is to say. 

Paul being the class-conscious one. Very good, very good. 

John “might even swear” Brian “please don't” Paul “he won't” Okay I know where they're going with this it's obviously going to be the rattle your jewelry” line. But they're going with the stereotype here of Paul reigning John in when really he was backstage daring John to say it. 

Achhhh this does bug me. Okay I know I'm the most insufferable Paul girl and it's Brian's movie. But! John's little look to the side as he says that line is at Paul, not Brian. Because, like I said before, Paul had been egging him on, and he's like “see I'm doing it” 

The scene with Ed Sullivan in the burger joint is reminding me of the Elvis movie. And it's nice. If anyone else is reminded of that it'll be a stark contrast between Brian and the general or whatever his name is. 

So happy that he can connect with Nat in this way even though they're from completely different worlds in every way other than their Jewish backgrounds. 

Still overwhelmingly annoyed they took out the romance with John to invent this Tex character. For multiple reasons. It's just not the truth for one thing. For another, it's a less interesting story. Brian is less complicated. The romance is flatter. Not a fan. 

But. In one way it's nice that he gets to be in a less complicated real relationship. Unless this is going to be like the Tex from the comic book which doesn't end well at all :/. What am I saying of course it can't end well. Ugh. 

Ringo’s tummy troubles! Ringo calling John a posh puddin! Thank Fuck!

It is very much driving home the fact that they're a rare bright spot in his life. 

John starting the pillow fight all agro and then instantly backing off “now lads take it easy” we love the accuracy!

Oh. Colonel. I knew that. 

Another thing I'm going to have to look up. Did they really have to stop the show twice due to a jelly bean barrage? Actually so many fun details in this little narration. A fish truck? Really? You couldn't have chosen any other vessel? hashtag acab. 

“I” made it clear? They're saying it's Brian's decision they won't perform to segregated audiences? Mkay. He's fantastic enough with his actual progressive actions and ideals. You can give the boys some credit for their own actions without losing anything for Brian. 

Brian screaming with all the girls. Cute! I do just have to say this is a George Martin story. But I'm sure Brian did it at some point too.

That stings! Going from all this huge success Brian of Brian's to his dad looking proud, making a toast, and I assumed it must be a party in Brian's honor but no. It's his brother's wedding. 

Wait I'm confused now. Does Cilla not know? 

I do love that she's concerned for him and expressing that. Because we know the boys aren't going to do that. 

Poor baby he's absolutely elated that Tex is here.

I don't want to shame like I have read that Brian liked it rough although who knows if the writers of these statements are homophobes leaning into stereotypes of the time anyway there's obviously nothing wrong with rough sex. But I want Tex to be sweet and gentle with him because it looks like Brian is flinching and why wouldn't he be after what he's been through?

Also I hate that he's like “how can I get him to love me and stay with me etc” and he says he'll make him a star even though obviously he can't promise that and he's so so stretched thin already. 

Yep I hate Tex more and more. The yelling is awful holy shit.

Clearly Brian is only happy when he's with the Beatles. 

So this is them trying to put a little “vibe” between John and Brian? Having them have a "deep looking" discussion from a safe distance at a crowded party? Not really working imo.

But this is nice. I've seen this picture before. Look at cute cuddly Ringo. I adore that about him. For the one of them with the toughest background to be the most comfortable and easy with his affection. It's beautiful. 

What the fuck!!! Tex is openly just chatting up someone else at Brian's party and Brian sees him as he's bringing them drinks and just retreats like that's what he deserves. Somebody give this sweet man some actual love!

The stark contrast between the silly, upbeat -- hectic yes -- but happy 64 tour narration and this. It's almost black and white it's so dim and muted and though the music is slow, Brian is talking very very fast and the drinks and pills are much faster than last time too. 

Again. Interesting that it's presented as Brian who declined Marcos in the Philippines. “They grab the boys and they drag them away.” I've never heard an account say it was that bad, but maybe it was? I don't know, I think if it was, John and George would've said so at some point post break-up. 

This is very interesting cinematic work. I don't know shit about anything but it strikes me as a very interesting choice to make this terrible time gradually fade into extremely sharp colorless chaos. The cute little maps and cut aways to contextualizing scenery are gone and it’s just Brian panicking backed by silhouetted violence.

And then he forces himself to get it together, talks slower, straightens himself out, presumably because he does what he has to do to protect the boys. 

“Right. Are you coming in?” “Do you think that I would let you out of my sight, John?” It's so good. I hope this is what it was. 

Paul's protective press conference answer comes off a bit more "team player" than "angry boyfriend" for one reason. IRL he jumps in, on this occasion and many others, without being addressed at all. Here, they ask specifically for a comment from the other three and George's comment comes first. Annoying. But overall t's very well done. And Brian is so proud of them all for being so strong in the face of all this stupidity. 

I love that Brian is protective of them and supportive of their decision to stop touring. I wonder how much of a say they actually gave him in that. 

“The press misquotes them, they can't be themselves, and if you can't be yourself . . .” He's so sweet. This takes me back to the family without secrets thing at the beginning. It's all so “well I know how awful this or that can be so I'm going to spare them from that” 

I didn't know creme or the who were involved with Brian too. Another thing to look up! 

Thank goodness for Nat Weiss. If only he and Brian could've been together. 

I know it's not fair to expect too much of them with everything they were going through but I kind of hate all four Beatles right now. Brian crying about Paul not coming to a party and Paul's letter (well- meant that man had a very fucked up perspective on love and other complexities himself) about Brian just choosing not to be depressed is echoing in my head. 

Yes, Brian's shit father. There was something you didn't give your son. Only the most important thing there is. 

Eek they look so shockingly different. I wonder if it was that jarring for him. Why is it John that doesn't have the mustache? It was just Paul that had it, then the other three immediately followed, then just Paul that shaved it. Who knows what they're thinking here. Probably just didn't think about it, or maybe the John actor was just too hideous with a mustache?

“And I have a proposal.” “Brian, I do.” “Finally!” See, that dialogue could've worked so much better if they'd been truthful about the sexual side to John and Brian's relationship. 

“I think I'll be leaving the band now,” says George, at the mention of a film. I'm dead. 

Why is Ringo wearing tons of blush and eyeshadow? 

This little moment is great though just because it's John and Paul interested and participating in the direction of the band and George and Ringo along for the ride. 

The Paul actor did such a great job. His little giggle at John's dad joke is perfect. That's exactly what Paul sounds like.  

Why are they leaning so hard into George being the funny one in this movie? This whole movie it's him with the little quips. The phone thing is very Paul's humor though. Good, good. God I'm so annoyingly obsessed with him. 

It's very much leaning into the argument that Brian's death was accidental. I like to think that's the truth and there's certainly a strong case. The big plans with the Beatles and outside them too. The fact that his mother very much needed him after his father's death and he's got plans to take care of her. But there are also sources that say he was actually hospitalized due to suicide attempts. So. I don't know. 

Now we do the Buddhist bit. Arms around. That's something very different. But this makes me think of that quote, and I hope they did this too and I hope they included Brian.

John's just so tiny lmao I'm actually obsessed!

I love that the last line was about Brian saying he was “on top of the world”. 

You know what, I think we can choose to believe what we want about Brian’s death, and until someone presents me with empirical untenable objective evidence, I’m choosing to believe it was accidental. Doesn’t mean it’s not absolutely tragic. Doesn’t mean he didn’t have serious mental health problems. But it does mean he wanted to stick around despite all the hardships in his life for the good he was able to do and the joy he took in doing it.

[benispunk]

The Best Dead Man Alive

wade wilson x reader

a/n: a little Halloween treat!!! and my first fic with this man I love very much. this is fluff and I made him a bit more quiet than usual, don't know if we could say it's ooc, anyway enjoy!!!🎃🧡

TW: self-depreciation

Masterlist

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Y/N leaned into the mirror, giving a final touch to the dark eyeshadow that completed her “murdered bride” look. Red and black accented her eyes, scars around her face and neck, and the faint shimmer over her cheeks gave her skin an ethereal glow. Her flowered veil framed her face dramatically, making her feel like she’d stepped out of a haunted painting. She was finally ready.

“Mrs. Undead!” Wade’s voice slid into the bathroom, accompanied by his reflection in the mirror, a mischievous grin already plastered across his face. He leaned against the doorframe, looking her over with a smirk. “Or wait, no… Bridezilla. Or, wait, I got it— Corpse Bride.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, grinning as she turned to face him. “Very funny, Wade. I just need a minute to—"

“—to finish up?” he interrupted, taking a few slow, dramatic steps towards her. “Sweetheart, you don’t need another second. You’re so beautiful, it’s a shame we’re going to a party. Or that I let you out of the house, for that matter.”

She bit her lip, stifling a laugh. “Flattery won’t stop me from going out tonight. I just need to get this last detail…”

But Wade stepped even closer, brushing his fingers against her shoulder as his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck. “C’mon, just a minute. I think you might be more interesting than any ghost story I’ve heard.”

“Wade,” she playfully swatted him away, laughing despite herself. “We’ve got people waiting on us!”

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Fine, fine. If you insist.” He folded his arms, giving her an exaggerated pout before she caught his expression. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Wait a minute… where’s your costume?”

Wade’s smirk widened. He gestured up and down at himself. “You’re looking at it.”

She raised a brow, unimpressed. “A t-shirt and jeans? Really?”

“Hey, it’s got to be somebody’s worst nightmare,” he joked, winking before gesturing to his face. “Besides, I don’t need a mask or makeup, babe. Already spooky as hell. You want a Halloween costume? Boom.”

Y/N’s smile faded as she looked at him. She stepped closer and reached up, gently placing a hand against his cheek. “Wade, come on. Stop saying that…making those jokes.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an air of feigned innocence. “Who, me? I don’t make jokes. Just stating the obvious here.”

But she gave him a look—a gentle, understanding look that he couldn’t quite brush off, even with all the usual banter. “You don’t have to talk about yourself like that, you know,” she said softly. “I wish you could see how I see you… There’s no one else I’d want to be with, scary or not.” Her fingers lightly traced over his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch with a sigh.

Wade stayed quiet for a beat, his eyes flickering up to meet hers. “You keep saying things like that,” he began, his voice low, “and we may as well call off the party, ‘cause I’d much rather just…” His voice trailed off as he gave her a look.

She smirked, tilting her head as she resisted the urge to indulge him. “And ruin my makeup? Nice try.”

Wade groaned, leaning back with a reluctant chuckle. “Fine, fine. But if I’m stuck going to this party, I’m going as the world’s most terrifying nightmare,” he insisted.

“Well, lucky for you, I have just the costume in mind.” She grabbed her makeup kit with a wink. “Sit down and let me work my magic. You’re going to be the most handsome skeleton this town’s ever seen.”

Wade raised an eyebrow but allowed himself to be guided to the edge of the tub, where he plopped down, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Skeleton Wade?” She smirked, standing in between his legs and leaning down at his face level to start painting around his eyes. 

Wade let himself relax under her touch, the brush tracing smooth lines over his skin. He watched her as she worked, catching the way she furrowed her brow slightly, biting her lip in that way he loved. A soft chuckle slipped from him, bringing her gaze up to meet his.

“How many people get this kind of VIP treatment, huh?” he murmured, smirking but feeling an ache of sincerity beneath it. He wasn’t sure why she chose him, of all people—why she’d come into his life, full of scars and scars-to-be, and somehow decided he was worth sticking around for.

She grinned, not missing a beat. “Only one person I know of.” She leaned back to darken the shadows around his eyes, hollowing his cheekbones with slow, steady strokes, her fingertips gentle but sure. As she drew fine details, she began connecting them with swirling lines, painting a story in delicate, skull-like patterns across his face.

Wade let himself sink into the moment, feeling an unexpected calm settle over him. His eyes kept wandering to her face, tracing the familiar curve of her lips, the little spark of concentration that softened her features. It was hard to wrap his head around it sometimes— the fact that someone as good, as warm, as whole as her was here, doing something as simple as painting his face. And he still couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to deserve it.

God, she’s perfect, he thought, his chest tightening. She paused to load her brush with a fresh coat of paint, her eyes glancing up to meet his with a little smile before she went back to work. He’d never felt this way about anyone else; it was as terrifying as it was grounding, and it left him at a loss for words. For once.

After a while, Y/N stepped back, her face breaking into a grin as she admired her work. She’d transformed his face into a skeletal masterpiece.

“Look at you,” she whispered, eyes sparkling as she took him in. “You’re… beautiful.”

He laughed softly, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone. “Me? Come on, now. I’m starting to think you might need glasses, babe.”

She rolled her eyes, setting down the brush and crossing her arms with a playful glare. “You can think whatever you want, but to me, you’re one hot skeleton. And I’m the one with the final say here.”

Wade turned to the mirror, a smirk spreading as he took in his new look. “Alright, not gonna lie, I’d marry this guy. Hell, I’d get on my knees.” He waggled his brows, glancing back at her as she laughed. “You really do work magic, huh?”

She chuckled, brushing a stray bit of makeup off his nose. “Only with willing subjects. Now go grab that big sombrero and anything else that goes with it. You’re about to be the most handsome muerto at the party.”

He shot her a salute, practically beaming. “Yes, ma’am! But, y'know, it might take every ounce of willpower not to skip the party. You know, head back, Netflix, and a little chill— Halloween style.”

She rolled her eyes, giving him a little push toward the closet. Moments later, Wade returned with the wide-brimmed sombrero, a mismatched suit jacket, and a red sash cinched around his waist with enough flair for a dramatic novela.

Y/N gave him a nod of approval, one hand resting on her hip. “Now we’re ready.”

As they left the apartment, Wade reached over, grabbing her hand and giving it a quick squeeze. He softened, his usual mischief settling into something earnest as he looked at her. “Thanks, babe. Not just for the face paint, but for… y’know, everything else. Seriously.”

He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek, careful not to smudge both of their makeup. Then he shot her a wink, his usual bravado sliding back into place. “Now, let’s go make them all drool, you gorgeous corpse bride.”

She laughed, linking her arm with his. “Ready when you are, my dashing skeleton.”

With that, they headed to the party, Wade’s heart racing in a way he’d only ever felt with her—ready to scare the world, one Halloween party at a time, as the luckiest dead man alive.

XXX

[pseudophan]

what do you think is the scariest spooky week game they've done.. i don't get scared easily but i'm rewatching that golf game from last year and i genuinely can't get through it in one sitting lmaoo

like genuinely scary i would have to say probably silent hill pt.. i don't really get scared by horror games like i jump at some of the jumpscares but they're not really enough for me to be actually scared you know? if i was playing a game like fnaf or another jumpscare game myself i'd probably be really stressed but just watching it is chill i think. but the ones that have like an actually creepy atmosphere kinda get me, so pt and the first outlast are the main contenders. also i think those just have less banter? pt because dan and phil are like really invested and outlast cause it's just dan

about the golf game though, while i don't find the video that scary i would absolutely shit myself playing it i feel like lmao like that game does jumpscares pretty well i feel! they're more random, unlike most of the jumpscare games they play which feel kind of predictable

take a shot every time i say jumpscare

[haikyu-mp4]

Charmander and Charizard

Your daughter's morning routine with dad Kenma, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @dira333. word count; 420 – gn!reader

Tasking Kenma with your toddler’s morning routine could go one of two ways. The girl will either end up wearing all Pokémon themed clothing, or all Kodzuken/Bouncing Ball merch.

Which wasn’t terrible, per se, but they weren’t great looks either. Even if Kenma would insist it’s good marketing because “She’s so cute that they can’t help but look at everything she does and bam, they don’t even know they’re being handed product placement. Brilliant.”

With the toddler in one arm, he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger on his free hand. Maybe he shouldn’t have streamed until late last night. They get to the kitchen where you’re enjoying a slow morning, looking up with a grin when you see them, only to quickly furrow your eyebrows instead.

“When did we get a Charmander onesie?”

“You said I should dress her in something warm,” Kenma said, a hint of laughter laced between his words, no doubt pleased with his joke. “Thought a fire type would be appropriate.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as well, shrugging your shoulders. It was a cute onesie, to be fair. “You should get a Charizard one to match,” you suggested, eyes following your precious treasures as Kenma moved the toddler to her high chair for breakfast. You squinted for a second, pointing to the baby in judgment. “Aren’t you going to-”

“I’ll fix her hair while she eats,” Kenma answered smoothly as if he had a strategy for her morning routine that was equally as tactical as his volleyball strategies back in the day.

“Okay,” you said, having another spoonful of cereal. This would be fun.

While your baby made a mess of her breakfast and actually ate about half of it, Kenma wrestled her hair. You could see how tired he was, but this was his responsibility today and you wouldn’t help him until he admitted he needed it. “If I can do my own hair, I can do hers.”

“Of course, just make sure it won’t loosen during the day. I don’t want it to get in her face or anything.”

“I’m not a noob,” Kenma retorted. You two loved this kind of challenging banter.

“Yeah? You look like it,” you answered. Unexpectedly, Kenma shot the hair tie he was trying to use for your daughter at your forehead, only for it to then fall into your cereal bowl, making you squeal in surprise.

Your daughter clapped at the entertainment and Kenma ruffled her wild hair proudly. “That’s my girl.”

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for the requester: had to do this one for you as well<3

[mingi-s-dimples]

Unscripted - San

KINKTOBER DAY 17 , REQ BY. 🤧 anon

~"okay so its me 🤧 but anyways so maybe a reader x streamer bf. It was a drunk stream like where like he would drink maybe invite friends over to drink and stream it this time he did but he included reader which is a rare occasion because he prefers to keep things more private because of his fans Reader was on his lap while like streaming and the camera was on 2 of his other friends yunho and woo were there too chatting with san and reader but because reader got a little drunk and bcs ofc reader doesnt get drunk normally but she was clingy asf a thing leading to another she slowly started grinding and like yes , but like no one to notice not this friends and the people watching it was pretty late at night so the friends went to sleep in another room because driving and drunk doesnt fit well together so reader took the opportunity even tho the stream was on she pretended to leave to fool the people watching and got under the desk and yes."

pairing: bf streamer!san x gf fem!reader

genre: 18+, filthish

summary: you get one hand too touchy with your boyfriend while he's streaming, which ends up being one of your best decisions.

wc: 2.3k

warnings: harsh dom!san, bratty!reader, oral (m receiving), oral while flaccid (yes reader was needy af), ingestion of alcohol, mentions of alcohol, slight exhibitionism (yunho and woo being in another room sleeping and the livestream going on in the bg on mute), degradation + praise (good slut and otjer similar to this), quickie on the desk ^^, helping from under the desk ifykwim, completely consensual, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!!), unedited, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: Tell me why tf did I just catch a cold 😞😞😞 Anyways this was hot hello... going insane as we speak? Exhibitionism will always be one of my faves (upsi). Enjoy. my love ! ❤️

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The flickering glow from San’s PC screen filled the room as he glanced over his setup one more time, making sure every angle was perfect, every light calibrated. Tonight was special. Usually, his streams consisted of just him, the screen, and thousands of viewers, who tuned in to watch him crack jokes, crush game after game, and occasionally just sit back and chat with everyone in that effortless, laid-back way he had. But tonight was a little different. Tonight, he wasn’t just inviting his fans into his space; he was bringing over his friends, Yunho and Wooyoung, for a spontaneous stream that had been brewing in the group chat for weeks.

You’d been excited the moment you heard the plan—finally, a stream that felt like a mix of San’s world and yours. You could almost hear the buzz of excitement from his fans as San tweeted a teaser about the night. He hadn’t told them yet that you’d be there, though. Usually, San liked to keep your relationship private. He was protective that way; he liked that what you two had felt like something separate from the stream, from the fans, something he could keep just for himself. But tonight, after some gentle coaxing and a lot of puppy eyes, he agreed to let you in on this rare, shared glimpse into his world.

As the clock ticked toward the start time, Yunho and Wooyoung arrived, their energy filling the room as they greeted you with easy laughter and hugs. Yunho brought along his usual playful banter, and Wooyoung had already started teasing San about having to “babysit” him through the stream. You couldn’t help but laugh; the whole setup felt like a group of friends just hanging out—only with the whole world watching.

San threw you a grin as he sat down, the screen lighting up with his chatroom. Thousands of fans flooded in, messages rolling in faster than the eye could track. You settled off to the side, sipping on a drink, watching San as he fell into his element, one hand on the controller, the other waving as he greeted his viewers. He was captivating, totally immersed, and you found yourself smiling at how natural he was at it all.

“Alright, alright! Everyone, say hi to Yunho and Wooyoung!” San said, pulling his friends into view. The chat exploded with excitement at the sight of the two familiar faces. Yunho waved, effortlessly charming, while Wooyoung leaned close to San, playfully invading his space until they were half-laughing, half-wrestling on camera.

You enjoyed watching them banter, the energy high and easygoing, the camaraderie between them infectious. San glanced over at you with a mischievous smile, and, feeling a surge of confidence, you edged closer to the camera’s view. You didn’t have to say anything; just being there was enough to set off a wave of messages in the chat, a blend of shock, excitement, and curiosity.

“Who’s that?” someone typed, followed by dozens of similar comments as people pieced together the implication of you being there.

San reached for his drink, laughing at the chat’s reaction, as if he’d just let everyone in on a private joke. He leaned closer to you, brushing his shoulder against yours, and in that brief touch, there was a warmth that reassured you. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was just the thrill of finally being part of his stream, but you felt yourself relax into the moment.

As the night wore on, laughter filled the room. The three of them were a perfect mix: Yunho’s easygoing wit, Wooyoung’s playful sarcasm, and San’s effortless charisma made the stream a blend of nonstop jokes, a few failed games, and moments of genuine connection with the fans. You joined in here and there, your own laughter mingling with theirs, and with each passing hour, the line between the screen and reality seemed to blur a little more.

You, a few drinks in, became noticeably more affectionate, your usual playful self replaced by something softer, gentler. Your hand found yours under the table at one point, a silent gesture that was both grounding and intimate. He shot you a look, one that seemed to carry a thousand words in it, his gaze lingering longer than usual. The camera still rolled, and the chat was oblivious, but you knew he was letting you in on a rare moment—this was the part of him he usually kept away from the camera, the side of him that was just yours.

After he gave you the slightest, softest, reassuring look, you unconsciously started to slowly grind on his thigh, as you were sitting on his lap.

"B-babe what are you doing?" he whispered in your ear, stuttering from surprise.

"N-nothing..?" you whispered back, smiling innocently at him. He knew exactly what you were doing but.. it was even more thrilling, as thousands of people could catch glimpses of what was happening.

As the night pushed into the early hours, Yunho and Wooyoung started to look like they were ready to crash, their laughter slower, their words slurred from the drinks. It didn’t take much convincing for them to decide to stay the night. After all, nobody wanted to drive home at this hour. So they threw their jackets in the living room, claimed the couches, and left you and San in his dorm alone to wrap up the stream.

As San turned back to the camera, you noticed he seemed even more relaxed, leaning back in his chair, his hand lazily finding its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. His fans kept chatting, mostly commenting on how unusual it was to see him this open and unguarded, and San smirked at their remarks.

And that’s when you felt it—a sudden, irresistible need to be closer to him. You shifted in your seat, inching toward him until your body pressed against his, your head leaning onto his shoulder. San glanced down at you, his smile softening, his hand moving to trace small circles on your back. The chat was still buzzing, but he seemed only half-aware of it now, his attention slowly focusing more on you than the screen.

The camera captured only part of the scene—the laughter, the playfulness, but missed the soft intensity in San’s eyes as he glanced your way, the way his hand gently tugged at your waist, urging you closer. You were barely aware of the camera now, your focus on him, on this shared warmth, the world beyond the screen fading into the background.

He looked your way, whispering something, “what are you trying to do!? I’m live, darling” he softly said, not letting the viewers hear any of his words. You leaned towards his ear and said, “I’m so fucking horny right now.. maybe it’s the drinks but, how I’d love to suck you off in this instant..”. His eyes widened at your words and he wasn’t able to say anything, as you instinctively got off his thigh and got on your knees under the desk, eyes looking sheepishly at him. He looked down in horror as you rode your hands up his thighs, finding your way to his pants. You hovered your hand over the slight bulge of his sweatpants, feeling his cock twitch at your touch. He was slowly getting hard, but you just couldn’t wait anymore. You slid them off to his ankles to which San gasped, looking surprised at the camera, not knowing what to do. He was still live, after all.

As you took his cock in your hand, still soft, only slightly hard, mainly at the base, you started stroking it. Slowly but surely, looking up at him. You spit one, two times in your hand to lube his cock up and pumped his length, getting is hard pump bt pump. You just couldn’t wait anymore and took his cock in your mouth, San's eyes widening and his mouth left agape. He was truly trying hard not to mimic anything, but was slowly losing control.

His leg was lightly bouncing near you, trying to get a hold of himself. He looked down for a moment at you, then at the camera and at the comments. No one realised yet.

“Guys, I-uh” he stopped for a moment, your mouth wrapping on the tip of his cock, sucking it harshly. You pressed your tongue to it, San's hand going for your hair as soon as you did that. He pulled you back for a second, then continued, “my network is not that good, should we take a break for a minute? I'll try to refresh everything and maybe ask Yunho to help me with the router.” his eyes then flew to the chat, everyone agreeing with him. He muted himself and moved the camera up a bit, only a small part of his forehead could be seen. Though, as soon as he slowly laid back into his gaming chair, his forehead disappeared from the view and the stream viewers could only see the curtains in the back and the dozens of plants you and him had together. He looked down at you, a smirk rising on his face.

“You're damn impatient, aren't you, my love?” he said and the hand in your hair tangled in it and pulled you to his cock. His cock was now half erected, but he absolutely didn't care. He started to softly thrust in your mouth, he threw his head back in pleasure. You could feel his length growing in your mouth, which turned you on even more. What could've been better than feeling your man getting hard because of you? and with that thought in mind, you took a deep breath and took his growing length down your throat, slightly choking on it.

“What a good girl… the heads you always give are fucking unreal…” he whined out, mouth-fucking you. “But.. what if the viewers find out, hm? Or is it your own little plan.. to let people know… just how much of a filthy, obedient little slut you really are?” he taunted, thrusting into your mouth deeper, his grip tightening as he kept you firmly in place. His low, rough voice sent shivers down your spine, each word designed to push you closer to that edge. “Or maybe... that’s what you want, isn’t it? To have them see how good you are for me?”

Your cheeks burned, but the thrill of his words ignited something fierce within you. His gaze darkened as he continued, voice dripping with desire, “Tell me, sweetheart. Do you want them to see? To know that this is exactly where you belong… right here, giving me exactly what I want?”

The intensity of his words and his rhythm brought you to a breaking point, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body, until you could barely think of anything else.

He kept his gaze locked on you, enjoying the way your eyes glazed over with pure need. His voice softened, almost taunting, as he leaned closer, his lips grazing your ear. “That’s right… no hiding, no pretending. You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”

You nodded, your mind hazy, completely overtaken by him. Every touch, every word was calculated, designed to make you lose yourself in the moment. His hand found the back of your neck, guiding you as he continued, his rhythm relentless, making you feel as if every fiber of your being belonged to him.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone low and possessive. "Tell me you want them to see just how good you are for me."

As you pulled back, your lips parted, a breathless moan escaping before you whispered, "Yes… I want them to see.”

“Oh, is that so? Are you really… that eager?” he said and moved the camera away, facing the wardrobe. He got up and continued, “Well, it’s a shame, sweetie. I don't like sharing and you just made a serious mistake, turning me on like that when you knew I couldn't do anything. What are you gonna do now, huh?” he teasingly said.

“San, I-” but you didn't have time to answer as he pulled you up and pushed you on the desk, forcefully throwing away anything he had on it.. Some books, stickers, decorations, too. “Let's see how you're gonna handle this, my love” he said and pulled your pants down, squeezing your ass. He spread you out, two of his fingers slipping in your cunt, a grin appearing on his face. “You're so wet already.. you've been expecting this? What a little slut..” he said and pulled the fingers out, hand going for your mouth and covered it, then with his other hand he guided his cock to your entrance, fully thrusting in. “This is what you get for getting me hard while I was live…”

You gripped the table in pleasure and pain, head dizzy from the drinks you had and all the movement. “S-San-!”you moaned in his hand, tears forming in your eyes. It was either the drinks or the fact that you haven't been fucked by him this angry and powerful in so long, but as he hit all your sweet spots you came undone surprisingly fast, all over his cock. Your walls clenched onto him, his veiny, slightly curved cock switched inches deep inside you before he finished into you. He pounded into you through his orgasm. He slowly came down to a stop and pulled out, spreading your ass out and looking at his work, bodily fluids seeping out of your cunt.

He stepped back and pulled you up, turning you around to make you sit on the table. “See? this what happens when you act up. Go to the bathroom, I'm not done with you, yet.” I'll be there in 5, saying by to my viewers.”

“Hm? why, babe? why the bathroom?” you asked, confused but slightly anticipating.

“We're gonna shower together and no, you don't have any way out of this” he said and kissed your forehead, squeezing your ass and urging you to the door.

The night was just about to get started.

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@blossomnet

@illusionnet

PERMANENT TAGLIST:

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[wethotcrazy]

SYMPATHY IS A KNIFE (v)

pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Fem! Driver! Reader

word count: 3143

part 5. WE ARE IN SINGAPORE. anyways lets be real Yn probably isn't gonna be taking any P1s just yet but this is like next best thing. this is a long one!!

part i part ii part iii part iv

As Yn and Yuki landed in Singapore, a wave of excitement washed over them. The vibrant city sprawled out beneath them, illuminated with shimmering lights and the promise of adventure. They had arrived a bit early, eager to explore before the chaotic energy of race weekend took over. Yn felt a thrill at the thought of wandering through the bustling streets, tasting the local cuisine, and soaking up the atmosphere without the usual pressures of competition hanging over their heads.

Once they checked into their hotel, they headed out, laughing as they navigated the lively streets of Clarke Quay. The sounds of laughter and music enveloped them, and the smell of delicious food wafted through the air, making Yn’s stomach rumble. They stopped at a food stall, trying everything from satay to spicy noodle dishes. Yuki’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he challenged her to eat a particularly spicy chili, his laughter ringing out as she gasped and grabbed for her drink.

Between bites, they chatted about everything from their plans for the race to their favorite things about being in such a lively city. Yuki’s playful banter lightened the weight that often rested on Yn’s shoulders, reminding her that they were more than just drivers—they were friends navigating the same tumultuous world of Formula 1.

They wandered through the bustling streets, marveling at the towering skyscrapers and neon lights that danced against the backdrop of the night sky. Yn loved how alive everything felt—the rhythmic pulse of the city seemed to mirror her own heart, full of anticipation and joy. Indulging in some local street food—Yuki claiming he would conquer the spiciest dish they could find—they set out to explore the famous Gardens by the Bay. The breathtaking scenery enveloped them as they strolled through the Supertree Grove, the towering tree-like structures glowing in brilliant colors as the sun began to set. The atmosphere felt surreal, and they found themselves lost in the beauty of the moment, their worries fading away as they enjoyed the simplicity of being together.

As the night wore on, they ran into a few fans who were quick to approach them, excited but respectful. The fans were polite, asking for selfies and expressing their support. Yn felt a rush of warmth at their kind words; it was a reminder that people saw her for who she was, not just a driver. Yuki, ever the charmer, engaged with them effortlessly, his natural charisma shining through. They posed for photos, and Yn couldn’t help but notice how comfortable and at ease he was, making sure everyone felt included and appreciated.

Online, the moments they shared throughout the day sparked chatter among fans. Videos and pictures circulated, highlighting their genuine laughter and connection, with many commenters buzzing about how close they seemed.

@F1Lovebirds: “Yn and Yuki are seriously the cutest! I love their energy!”

@GridGoddess: “Anyone else think they’d make a great couple? They just vibe so well!”

@RacingRomantics: “I want what they have. I can’t handle how sweet they are!”

Yn scrolled through the comments later that night, her heart swelling at the support and admiration they were receiving. But she also felt a pang of vulnerability—speculation about their relationship made her wonder how much of their friendship would be perceived through the lens of romance. Part of her enjoyed the attention, but another part wished for the freedom to simply be without the added scrutiny.

“Hey, all good?” Yuki asked as they settled down at a cozy café for a late-night snack, the soft glow of fairy lights overhead creating an intimate atmosphere.

“Just thinking about stuff,” Yn admitted, her voice quiet. “I mean… I love that people are excited about us, but sometimes it feels a little overwhelming, you know?”

Yuki leaned back in his chair, considering her words. “I get it. But we’re just having fun. What they think doesn’t change that. They could say whatever they want.”

His words brought a smile to her face. “Yeah, it’s just nice to have this time together, just us.”

They spent the rest of the evening sharing stories, laughter spilling between them like the vibrant city lights outside. Yn realized that moments like these were invaluable—a reminder of why they were both in this sport, why they fought through the pressures, the scrutiny, and the expectations. It wasn’t just about racing; it was about the connections they forged, the support they offered one another, and the joy they found in every shared experience.

As they wrapped up their evening and strolled back toward their hotel, the city humming around them, Yn felt a renewed sense of determination. Here, amidst the wonders of Singapore, she felt freer than she had in a long time. She was carving out her own narrative, one that was as complex and vibrant as the city itself—and Yuki was right there with her, cheering her on every step of the way.

The start of race weekend in Singapore was proving to be more challenging than Yn had anticipated. It was her first time racing on this particular circuit, and the high humidity mixed with the sweltering heat made the already hectic schedule feel even more overwhelming. The relentless sun beat down on her during practice, and she quickly realized just how demanding the conditions would be for both her and the car.

From the moment she stepped into the paddock, it was a whirlwind of activity. Briefings filled with strategy discussions, meetings with her team to go over data from the simulator, media obligations that left little room for downtime—each day blurred into the next. Press conferences were particularly grueling, especially when the questions turned toward her performance as a female driver in a male-dominated sport. While she knew the media was just doing their job, the scrutiny felt like a weight pressing down on her shoulders, a reminder that every misstep would be amplified.

During practice sessions, Yn had been determined to find her rhythm on the track, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that simmered beneath the surface. Each lap was a test of her skill and focus, yet the oppressive heat and humidity started to wear on her. She found herself snapping at her engineers during discussions over telemetry data, the frustration bubbling up unexpectedly. “Can we please just focus on what I need instead of going over every single detail?” she’d said sharply during one debrief, immediately regretting the edge in her tone.

Yuki, who had been observing her during the practices, approached her after one particularly intense session. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle yet concerned. “You seem a bit on edge.”

Yn took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I’m fine, just... it’s a lot, you know? New circuit, media obligations, and this heat. It’s just getting to me.” She brushed her hair back, the damp strands sticking to her forehead, the sweat making her feel sticky and uncomfortable.

Yuki nodded, understanding. “It’s a tough weekend for everyone, but I think you’re doing great. Just remember to breathe. You’ve got this.” His words were a soothing balm, and she felt a flicker of gratitude toward him.

Despite her frustrations, Yn was resolute about performing well in qualifying and race day. She pushed the worries aside and channeled her energy into the upcoming sessions. Each time she sat in the car, she felt a surge of adrenaline wash over her, the familiar thrill of racing reminding her why she loved the sport.

As the weekend progressed, she began to adapt to the unique challenges of the circuit, finding her groove with each passing lap. But with each session, the pressure seemed to mount. She kept replaying the conversations in her head, the constant reminders of the expectations placed upon her, not just from her team but from the world watching. The heat felt stifling, but so did the weight of being a female driver in Formula 1, a spotlight on her every move.

On the evening before qualifying, Yn found a moment of respite on the balcony of her hotel room, gazing out at the shimmering skyline of Singapore. The lights from the buildings twinkled like stars against the night sky, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her mind. She took a deep breath, allowing the cool breeze to refresh her spirit, feeling the adrenaline mix with a flicker of hope.

“Hey,” Yuki’s voice broke her reverie as he joined her on the balcony, holding two glasses of water. “Thought you could use this. Plus, I wanted to check in on you before qualifying tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” she said, taking the glass from him. “I really appreciate it.”

Yuki leaned against the railing beside her, both of them taking in the view. “You know, it’s okay to feel stressed. This place is intense, and it’s your first time here. But just remember that you’re capable of handling it. Focus on what you can control.”

She turned to him, the warmth of his presence easing some of her tension. “I know. I... I just don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You won’t. You’ll do great” he encouraged, and the sincerity in his tone lifted a weight from her chest.

As they talked, Yn felt herself relaxing, the pressures of the day melting away. They reminisced about their earlier adventures in the city, laughing at their stupid jokes and how spicy Yuki had dared to go with his food. In that moment, surrounded by the bright lights and his comforting presence, she felt a renewed sense of determination wash over her.

Qualifying day had set the stage, the pressure mounting in the relentless heat of Singapore. Yn and Yuki had pushed themselves to the limits, battling through the oppressive humidity and the fierce competition. The cars had roared to life, and in the sweltering atmosphere, both drivers managed to secure places in Q3—a promising start that filled them with excitement and anticipation for race day.

Race day, however, proved to be even more intense. Yn felt the sweat trickle down her back as she climbed into her car, her mind honed in on the task ahead. The heat weighed heavily on everyone, and it was evident in the aggressive driving style both she and Yuki adopted. They were in it to win, and every radio communication crackled with urgency and determination.

As the lights went out, Yn launched off the grid, heart pounding in rhythm with the roaring engines around her. The initial laps blurred together in a haze of speed and precision. She navigated the twists and turns of the circuit, feeling the g-forces push her into her seat as she fought to maintain her position. Yuki was right there with her, their racing instincts aligned, pushing each other in a way that felt instinctive and electric.

The race unfolded with its share of challenges—overtakes, near misses, and the constant pressure of the cars behind them. Yn found herself in a fierce battle for points, each lap a test of strategy and skill. As the laps counted down, the heat and humidity intensified, leaving the drivers drenched in sweat and fatigue. Yet, she thrived on it, her hunger for success driving her to dig deeper. Yuki, too, was relentless, each maneuver echoing his fierce determination to prove himself on the world stage.

As the final laps approached, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Yn could feel her heart racing in time with the countdown, the roar of the crowd a distant background to her single-minded focus. When she crossed the finish line, the realization took a moment to sink in. 

Her engineer’s voice broke through the adrenaline haze, congratulating her with uncontainable excitement. “Yn, you’ve finished P3! Amazing job!”

Overjoyed, Yn barely registered the rest of the world around her as she climbed out of the car. The buzz of the pit lane enveloped her, her team rushing to congratulate her, their faces beaming with pride. She thanked them, her voice shaky with emotion, but her joy turned to elation when she spotted Yuki.

Without thinking, she ran straight into his arms, and he spun them both around, laughter spilling from their lips. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed, the joy evident in his eyes.

“I can’t believe it! Thank you for being such a great teammate!” Yn replied, her heart soaring as they embraced. This moment, so filled with raw emotion and camaraderie, was quickly captured by the ever-watchful cameras, fans, and reporters.

As they parted, Yuki beamed at her, his energy infectious. Then giving her a final encouraging pat on the back before she headed toward the cool-down room.

Back in the paddock, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as footage of their spontaneous celebration spread like wildfire on social media. Fans captured the genuine connection between the two drivers, their laughter echoing through the comments sections.

“#YNYuki: The duo we didn’t know we needed!” one fan tweeted, accompanied by clips of their embrace.

“Can we talk about how supportive Yuki is? This is what we love to see!” another comment read, reflecting the admiration fans felt toward their bond.

As Yn prepared for her first podium appearance, she felt a mix of nerves and elation. The cameras were flashing, and the cheers of the crowd were a sweet symphony. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, reminding herself of the long journey that had led her here—the sacrifices, the struggles, the relentless hunger for success that had driven her forward.

When she stepped onto the podium, the weight of the trophy in her hands felt like the culmination of all her hard work. She stood tall, beaming at the crowd, soaking in the moment as the British national anthem played. Yuki stood in the crowd, his pride radiating, and as the winners lifted their trophies, Yn felt a sense of belonging wash over her.

This was her moment. Not just as a female driver in a male-dominated sport, but as a driver who had proven herself time and time again. The hunger for success had fueled her journey, and with Yuki by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came next. Together, they had carved out a space where they could thrive, and as the crowd cheered, Yn knew this was just the beginning of what they could achieve.

After Yn’s exhilarating P3 finish, the adrenaline from the race still coursed through her veins, but there was little time to bask in the glory. Media obligations awaited, a whirlwind of interviews, press conferences, and flashing cameras that always accompanied a podium finish. As she walked into the media center, her heart raced—not from the pressure of the spotlight, but from the sheer thrill of her achievement.

Surprisingly, the press conferences went smoothly. Journalists were eager to hear from her, and Yn found herself responding with a confidence she hadn’t anticipated. Questions ranged from her race strategy to her thoughts on the heat of Singapore, and each inquiry felt less like an interrogation and more like an opportunity to share her journey.

“Yn, what was going through your mind as you crossed the finish line?” one reporter asked, a genuine smile lighting up her face.

“I honestly couldn’t believe it!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. “I was just focused on giving it my all, and to end up on the podium? It’s a dream come true. I’ve worked so hard for this, and I couldn’t have done it without my amazing team.”

Throughout the press conferences, Yn noticed how the other drivers had rallied around her, offering their congratulations. Max, Lando, and even Charles made a point to praise her performance, their camaraderie palpable. Their kind words felt like validation, a warm reminder that while competition was fierce, the respect among drivers ran deep.

“Great drive out there, Yn!” Lando said, grinning widely as he shook her hand. “You made it look easy!”

“Thanks, Lando! You weren’t too shabby yourself,” she replied, her tone playful.

Afterward, she took a moment to step aside, pulling out her phone to call her parents. As it rang, she felt a wave of excitement wash over her. They had supported her from the very beginning, believing in her even when the world sometimes didn’t.

“Hey, Mom! Dad!” she exclaimed when her mother picked up. “You won’t believe it! I finished P3 in Singapore!”

There was a moment of silence before her mother’s delighted shriek filled the line. “Oh my goodness! Yn, that’s incredible! We are so proud of you!”

Her dad chimed in, “I knew you could do it! You’ve been working so hard, and it’s all paying off!”

The conversation was filled with laughter and tears of joy as Yn recounted the highlights of the race, the adrenaline, and the thrill of standing on the podium. She could picture their proud smiles, imagining her mother jumping up and down in excitement.

After hanging up, a sense of warmth enveloped her. With her family cheering her on from afar, she felt unstoppable. As the media obligations wrapped up, Yn rejoined Yuki and a few of the other drivers for a quiet celebration.

They headed to a local restaurant, the atmosphere buzzing with energy yet providing a cozy escape from the chaos of the race weekend. Yn found herself seated next to Yuki, who was still riding high on the adrenaline of the race.

“You were amazing out there, too,” she told him, raising her glass to toast their achievements. “P5 is no small feat in that heat.”

“Thanks,” Yuki replied, his smile genuine as he clinked his glass against hers. “But honestly, watching you up there on the podium—there’s no one more deserving. You’ve worked so hard, and I’m really proud of you.”

“You too! I couldn’t have asked for a better teammate,” she replied, feeling the bond between them deepen.

As the evening wore on, laughter filled the air. The group shared stories, exchanged playful jabs, and recounted their race strategies. Yn couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so at ease—this was what she had longed for: a chance to celebrate her hard work with friends who understood the pressures of their world.

Social media buzzed with excitement, fans sharing clips and highlights from the day’s events, while hashtags like #YNOnThePodium and #TeamTsunoda trended. There was a sense of unity among the fans, a community that celebrated each driver’s achievements and supported them through the pressures of the sport.

As they settled into the rhythm of the night, Yn realized this was more than just a celebration of her P3 finish; it was a reminder of how far she had come. She had faced doubts and challenges, but with each race, she carved out a place for herself in a world that had often felt overwhelming. In a good way.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Trick or treeeEEEAAAT I have come to request Swiss/Rain librarian AU.

Swiss likes to think he's a pretty suave guy. He dresses the part, well fitting trousers and sweaters, a tattered pair of canvas shoes to add a little intrigue and of course, his perfectly styled curls he spent way to much money on products for.

He knows he's the reason the library has suddenly gained the attention of many lonely souls. He's attractive, he's friendly and he wears glasses that give everyone flutters when he looks over the rims at them to inform them of their fine amount.

And it's not like he's stupid either. The library isn't exactly his typical hunting grounds for a pretty face to spend the night with. Everyone who goes there usually ends up absorbed in a book and who wants to be bothered when in that state of mind? He knows he hates it.

Still, he wonders. What it might be like to sit down across the table from that strange, mysterious face and introduce himself. Ask him all sorts of questions about the books he read, what genres he preferred, why his order from the cafe below (charmingly called The Ground Floor) was always green tea and a slice of lemon cake. Wonders what it might be like to have that face turn into a whole person with thoughts and ideas and dreams that Swiss would happily follow to the ends of the earth.

"Excuse me?" Comes a soft voice and Swiss prides himself on not jumping. He looks up over the rim of his glasses to the person he was just daydreaming about. Rain, according to his account. Beautiful name. Beautiful weather. Kept people inside the library for longer than they meant to.

"I think I have to renew my card? The machine won't let me check out." An elegant gesture to the line of self checkouts just behind him.

"Yeah!" Swiss says, sitting up straight. "Lemme get ya all set up."

It's an easy fix in the system. He confirms Rain's address and is surprised to see it's in the neighboring apartment building from his own. Damn. He files that information away and makes a silent promise to not be weird about it.

Rain, however, has no qualms being weird about it. He leans over the counter, crossing his arms to rest his chin on and bats his eyes at Swiss.

"You must live nearby?" He asks innocently. "I think I've seen you running in the morning."

"Uh..." Swiss' brain goes blank. He runs early early. Mostly because he likes to do it in just his shorts with his shirt off and the pre dawn air just felt different. "I'm so sorry you see my attempts at running."

"No, you're good." He says with a little laugh. "I usually can't sleep so I go out on my balcony and look at the stars. It's nice seeing another person."

"We could start a running club." Swiss suggests easily, falling into his natural banter that usually leads to new friendships. "No one else I know is up that early."

Rain sighs and somehow in his body language, Swiss realizes he fucked up. But it isn't a terrible mistake, only a little setback.

"I can't run." Rain says. "Medical condition, doctor's orders."

"Say less." Swiss says. "You good for slow walks in the park though?"

Rain hums thoughtfully, examining Swiss with his beautiful blue eyes. "What time are you done?" He asks. "Because I might be down for a slow walk to the cafe downstairs."

"Whatever you want." Swiss says, sounding lost even to his own ears.

"Thanks." Rain says, plucking his new cars from Swiss' hand. "See you there?"

"Yes." Swiss says, and then again, "Yes!" Just loud enough to earn himself a shush. Even Rain himself shushes Swiss, finger pressed right to his bupid's bow.

"Careful now." He says with a wink. "I hear the librarians at this place are pretty vicious."

Swiss is so screwed.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

"fenris hates all mages" counterpoint: he just has beef with Anders Specifically

[kingkatsuki]

Specifically thinking about long distance relationships today.

So tell me how you and your f/o would first meet online?

[ginxyy]

In the moonlight

My soul mate hoshi

It all began on a rainy autumn afternoon, a time when the world is painted in shades of gold and crimson. The sound of raindrops tap-danced against the window, creating a serene backdrop for what would become the most enchanting encounter of my life. Hoshi, the brilliant star of SEVENTEEN, was more than just the cheerful spirit I saw on screen; he was a whirlwind of laughter and warmth, and I was utterly mesmerized.

Let me take you back to that day. I had been invited to a dance rehearsal for an upcoming performance, filled with nervous anticipation and delusions of grandeur. I stood there, trying to blend into the background, my heart racing at the thought of being in the same room as him. Hoshi entered the studio like a ray of sunshine piercing through a stormy cloud, his laughter echoing in the space. Every emotion I felt could be described in a single word: “captivated.”

As we warmed up, the camaraderie amongst the members was infectious. Hoshi was leading the group, correcting us with playful banter that left everyone in stitches. I found myself caught in a whirlwind of motion, stumbling over my feet during a particularly complicated routine. And that was when it happened. I fell quite literally right into his direction. With a graceful efficiency that surprised even me, he was there, catching me just before I hit the floor.

“Whoa there! Let’s save the ground for the finishing moves, shall we?” he quipped, his eyes dancing with mischief. We locked eyes, and for a moment, the world around us faded into nothingness. I couldn’t help but blush, laughing awkwardly as I regained my composure. However, what had started as embarrassment transformed into an exhilarating spark of connection.

Rehearsals turned into food breaks where laughter lingered longer than the deliciousness of our meals. One day, while sharing a plate of dumplings, Hoshi leaned in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Okay, but seriously, can you fold dumplings like this?” He demonstrated an impressive technique, his hands moving deftly. I did my best to mimic him, but my dumplings ended up more like sad little blobs. Hoshi's laughter filled the room, a sound so bright and joyful that all I could do was join him, feeling the sincerity of happiness swell within me.

Days passed, and our playful interactions blossomed into something that felt undeniably magic. Hoshi had a way of making everything feel monumental; even the simplest moments felt woven into a tapestry of memories. Whether it was trying to beat him at his favorite video game very much to my chagrin or engaging in friendly dance-offs, I began to realize that I was falling for him in the most delightful way.

One breezy evening, as we wrapped up another long rehearsal, he suggested a spontaneous moonlit stroll through the neighborhood. The air was infused with the scent of night-blooming jasmine, and my heart raced with the thrill of stealing time together away from prying eyes. The moon hung low, a giant pearl in the vast sky, and we walked side by side, sharing stories about our dreams, our fears, and everything in between.

“Hear that?” he asked suddenly, his expression playful. “That’s the sound of me winning in life, walking next to the most amazing person.” I rolled my eyes but felt my cheeks heat up. There was an endearing authenticity in his words that made every uncertainty fade away. As we wandered aimlessly, he playfully nudged me as he told me about his training days, tangling moments of his past with quirky impressions that sent me into fits of laughter.

Just then, as we turned a corner, a sprightly little dog dashed towards us, its tail wagging excitedly. Hoshi knelt down, and without hesitation, the puppy leaped into his arms, showering him with wet kisses. “Looks like someone has found their new best friend!” I chuckled, watching the sight unfold. He looked up at me, a puppy perched on his lap, and grinned. “Well, they clearly have great taste, don’t you think?”

In moments like these, I found my heart bursting with affection. I wanted to memorize every laugh line, every contour that made his face light up. As my gaze shifted back to the sky, I noticed the stars began to twinkle. “They’re shining for you,” I said softly. Hoshi turned to me, a surprised look crossing his face. “For me?” he questioned, a smile creeping onto his lips. “What if they’re shining for you too?” Our eyes met again, charged with a sensation that was unmistakably tender.

During rehearsals, the cute moments multipliedour endless teasing, secretive smiles, and shared earbuds filled with music. I loved the way he would swap his hat with mine, laughing until we ended up in a heap of giggles on the floor. I was entranced by the harmony between us, where even silence became sweet and familiar.

Yet, there were awkward moments too; like the time he tried to show me how to do a particularly difficult dance move, only to end up tangled in each other’s limbs. “Well, this isn’t going as planned!” he exclaimed, struggling to break free. My laughter echoed against the walls as I tried to untangle myself, whispers of mischief floating between us as we exchanged goofy faces and uncontrollable giggles.

As the season unfolded, it became more than just friendship it transformed into something deeper, an unexpected intertwining of our lives. And while the world outside continued spinning, we found solace in our familiarity, words unsaid weaving a narrative of affection and understanding.

Those moonlit strolls, joyful laughter, and even our clumsy moments became the threads that bound our hearts. As if fate had conspired to create a romantic script just for us, I looked into those expressive eyes my heart racing, knowing that I had fallen, irrevocably and beautifully in love with Hoshi.

So this was our love story a tale spun with humor, warmth, and a cascade of cute encounters. Beneath the gentle watch of the moon, my reality blended into a dream, making every moment spent with Hoshi a cherished memory, enveloped in tenderness.

[awesometothe3rd]

[whumpypepsigal]

you know the show is going to be good when it starts off with whump… i introduce you to my new blorbo peter, an FBI agent who gets wrapped up in some conspiracy plot and is protecting/rescuing a civilian. he gets injured in an explosion + run over by a car in the first 10mins of ep 1, has physical and emotional-traumatic scars, gets shot at + beaten up + punched MULTIPLE TIMES throughout the series, major delicious whump with aftercare in ep 6. plus a cute slow burn. it’s an old style spy thriller and it’s (whumpy) goooood.