#umm what did i wanna call it...

[wolviez]

wait old shocky doodle is this anything

[nortonswifey]

THAT MOVIE WAS SO GOOD AND WE'RE NOT EVEN DONE WATCHING IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[loafysainz]

Hey I loved your stories with Lando and the twins being clingy:)

Do you think you could write something where Lando is streaming or getting filmed( like the 24 hour video with angry ginge) and the twins can’t leave him alone. Like they want to help with the workout and sit on his lap the whole time.

:)

NEW STREAMER | LN 4

lando norris!dad x fem!reader!mom

warn: fluffffffffff

anw theyre not twins Noah is (5) & Leo (3), Thank you so much for the req! I hope you like it!!! 🤍

Lando was mid-game, headset on, fingers quick on the controller as he and Max Fewtrell played yet another round of whatever game they were obsessed with that week. His stream chat was buzzing, the viewers thoroughly entertained by the usual banter between the two.

“Bro, you literally threw—” Max was saying, but before he could finish, the door behind Lando suddenly burst open with dramatic force.

BANG.

In came a blur of curly-haired chaos: Noah (5) and Leo (3), charging straight at him like tiny human missiles. Their tiny footsteps pattered against the floor, and before Lando could even turn around, two little missiles launched themselves at him.

“DADDYYYYY!”

Lando barely had time to react before they tackled him. “Oi, oi, what’s this? what are you two doing? It’s way past your bedtime.” he laughed, quickly muting his mic as the two little ones climbed onto his lap like they owned the place.

Noah pouted. “Not sleepy.”

Leo, the youngest one, rubbed his little fists over his eyes, betraying the fact that he was absolutely sleepy but fighting it like a true warrior. “I miss Mommy.” His voice wobbled slightly, and his big brown eyes were already glassy with unshed tears.

And just like that, Lando felt his heart squeeze.

Lando instantly softened. He didn’t even hesitate before pausing the game and wrapping both kids in his arms. “Oh, come here,” he murmured, setting his controller aside to properly hold them. He knew Y/N was off having her well-deserved girls’ trip, but apparently, bedtime was a struggle without her.

“You miss Mommy, huh?” he murmured, pressing kisses onto their soft little heads.

Both boys nodded, Noah sniffing as he clung to his dad’s hoodie. “Yeah. When’s mommy coming back?”

Lando rubbed soothing circles on their backs. “She’s having her girl’s trip. She’ll be back in a few days.”

Leo sniffled dramatically. “That’s so looooong.”

“Oi, don’t be dramatic,” Lando teased gently. “You guys have me! Isn’t that enough?”

Noah wrinkled his nose. “Mmm…”

Max burst into laughter on the other end of the call. “Oh my God, your own kid just humbled you.”

Lando sighed. “Alright, you wanna help me with the game?”

Noah nodded enthusiastically. Leo, already making himself at home on Lando’s lap, rested his cheek against his dad’s chest. “Wanna help,” he mumbled sleepily.

Lando grinned and handed them his spare controller, even though it wasn’t actually connected. “Alright, but we keep it chill.”

The next few minutes were absolute chaos. Noah kept pointing at things on the screen, bombarding Lando with rapid-fire questions. “What’s that? Who’s that guy? Why did you do that? Can I do that?”

Lando answered every single one patiently while simultaneously trying not to get eliminated in-game. Meanwhile, Leo was just pressing random buttons on his fake controller, babbling nonsense as if he was actually playing. Occasionally, he’d giggle in pure delight, making Lando’s heart melt on the spot.

Max, amused, decided to include chat. “Alright, boys, say hi to chats.”

Noah, ever the confident one, waved. “Hello, Chats!”

Leo, though, hesitated before tilting his head. “Umm… who we talking to? What they look like? I can’t see them daddy” His little voice, still holding onto that babyish lisp, made the words even more adorable.

Lando, Max, and literally everyone in chat laughing out loud.

Lando actually had to take a deep breath from laughing. “They’re… um, they’re just watching through the screen, buddy. They’re just like you.”

Leo frowned, like he was trying very hard to understand. Then, after a long moment, he nodded. “Okay. Hi, people in the screen!”

The chat exploded

“THE BABIES ARE HERE EVERYONE STAY CALM”

“Leo is literally the cutest thing ever”

“Noah asking 500 questions per second LMAO”

“Y/N better watch out, Lando violated the children's screen time.”

“They miss their mama :(((((”

Lando, still grinning, let them push random buttons as the game continued. It was chaotic, to say the least—Noah kept trying to actually play, while Leo just mashed buttons with all the confidence of a pro-gamer. Lando didn’t even care that they were losing horrendously; seeing them smile made it worth it.

But soon enough, it was obvious that tiredness was creeping in. Leo’s blinks were getting slower, and Noah, while still trying to act tough, was yawning every few minutes.

Lando glanced at the time. “Alright. One last round, then it’s bedtime.”

Noah groaned. “But—”

“No buts!” Lando cut in, ruffling his hair.

As the game went on, Noah continued to give commentary like a tiny sports analyst, and Leo just… slowly melted against Lando, his chubby cheek squished adorably against his dad’s chest.

Lando stood carefully, cradling Leo in one arm while holding Noah’s hand with the other. “Alright, chat, I gotta go be a dad now. Thanks for hanging out, and I’ll see you all next time.”

Max smirked. “Gotta keep Dad Lando’s rep as the best bedtime storyteller, huh?”

Lando grinned. “Exactly.”

By the time it ended, Lando was ready to sign off. He gave the camera a fond smile. “Thanks for hanging out—Noah, say bye.”

“Bye, people!”

Lando turned to Leo, who was now fully slumped against him, half-asleep. “Leo, say bye.”

Leo, eyes barely open, mumbled, “Bye, screen people.”

As Lando wrapped up the stream, the chat was already buzzing with questions.

“Awwwww Leo knocked out”

“Noah be like ‘one more game’ energy”

“GOODNIGHT BABIES”

“Where’s y/n?”

Before turning off the stream, Lando replied “Y/N’s having a girls' trip, so I’m on dad duty. And these two little spiderman need to sleep before I get in trouble!”

“Alright, bedtime, you little spiderman.”

Noah yawned. “Can we call mommy first?”

Lando smiled. “Of course, mate. Let’s go tuck in and give her a call.”

And with that, he carried his sleeping toddler and led his other sleepy one down the hall, heart full, and already excited to tell Y/N all about their little adventure.

Lando and Noah was quietly talking with Y/N in their shared bed, Leo stirred at the sound of their voices. Still half-asleep, he shuffled closer, rubbing his eyes.

“Mommy,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I talk to screen people.”

Lando chuckled softly, smoothing Leo’s curls. “Yeah, you did, buddy.”

Y/N’s voice came through the phone. “Did he really?”

Noah immediately jumped in. “Mommy, when are you coming home? I miss you.”

Leo pouted, now fully awake and climbing onto Lando’s chest. “Come home, mommy.”

Lando sighed dramatically, squeezing them both. “Yeah, when are you coming home? We’re suffering over here.”

Y/N just smiled on the screen, watching her boys pile up on Lando. “I’ll be home soon.”

Lando huffed, leaning his head back against the pillow. “Not soon enough.”

The boys continued to mumble sleepy protests, but eventually, exhaustion won over. One by one, they drifted off, little hands clutching Lando’s hoodie.

As he looked at Y/N on the screen, he sighed. “Seriously, though. I miss you.”

Y/N’s gaze softened. “I know.”

Lando groaned playfully, nuzzling his cheek against Leo’s soft curls. “Hurry up and come back already.”

She just smiled again. “Sleep, Lando.”

He yawned, wrapping his arms around the boys. “Fine. But only ‘cause I’m exhausted.”

And with that, he fell asleep, his family safely tucked around him, waiting for Y/N to come home.

END

[heyimkana]

thinking about... yandere fiancée jinwoo's reaction when he sees you wearing a pretty dress...

You went away on a business trip to a different city earlier that week, and between your chaotic schedule, you discovered the most elegant and the sexiest red dress you’d ever seen, displayed beautifully behind a tall, glass window on your way to your hotel. Without tarrying too much, you stepped inside the store and tried it on.

The overall design, the way the fabric sit tight on your skin, hugging your curves in all the right places, you looked perfect in it, and perfection was always what you strived to be in his eyes. Although the price was far more expensive than it should've been, you chased all your doubts away. You knew he’d love it, and you couldn’t wait to show it to him once you returned home.

And now, it's time for him to enjoy the surprise.

“Wait here, baby,” you say with a quick peck on his lips, pushing your fiancée down by the shoulders until he sits on the couch. “I have something I wanna show you. I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move.”

“All right,” Jinwoo chuckles, amused at the way your excitement brims in your eyes. A short moment after you make your way toward the bedroom, he calls out. “Just to remind you, Angel, we have a dinner reservation at—”

“At eight, yes!” You shout from behind the closed door, undressing yourself with haste. “I'm just changing my dress. It'll only take five minutes, I swear!”

Within minutes, as promised, you've changed into your new dress. You examine yourself one last time in the mirror, your hair and makeup all done to perfection. You huff out a nervous breath. Suddenly, you feel like you're meeting him for your first date again. “Okay, here we go.”

You twine your fingers around the doorknob, raising your voice for him to hear. “Jinwoo, can you close your eyes for a second?”

There's mirth in his voice when he replies, “Sure.”

You walk out of the bedroom, shortening the distance between you. Jinwoo, dressed handsomely in a black suit and tie, white button-down, a pair of dark pants, and a Jaeger-LeCoultre watch circling his wrist, sits patiently on the couch with his eyes closed and his legs spread, his elbows propped on his thighs as he awaits your next command.

You stand before him, trying your best to look confident despite your heart thrashing against your ribcages. “All right, you can open your eyes now.”

Jinwoo’s eyelids flutter open, his eyes widening in an instant as they roam over your figure. His lips part in what seems to be a silent gasp, so utterly bewitched by your beauty that you leave him tongue-tied. 

Your heart cheers, dancing in satisfaction. His expression right now is exactly how you wanted it to be.

“So?” You flaunt a tantalizing grin. “What do you think?”

At your question, the awe in his expression morphs into something else. Something dark, something possessive. “How much did it cost?”

“What?” You blink. You had expected a thousand different lines coming out of his mouth, but this is certainly not one of those.

“How much did the dress cost you?” He repeats, more pressure on his words. 

“Oh, umm…” You try to recall the price amidst your confusion. “Around three hundred thousand won—”

“I’ll pay you back ten times.” 

Jinwoo scoops you up in his arms, and within seconds, you find yourself thrown to the bed. His lips collide against yours, ruining your lipstick as his tongue swipes across them, delving inside the second you gasp against his mouth. Your heart pound clamorously in your ears, your skirt torn from how eager he is to have you spread your legs for him.

His teeth bruise your neck, tasting your perfume while you drown in his aftershave. You tremble beneath the dangerous pleasure he offers you, your mind reeling at how quickly he gets your body hot and ready for him.

Jinwoo moves away just to stand on his knees before you, his gaze heavy, clouded with lust. He discards his suit before he takes off his belt with one hand and loosens his tie with the other. You can't tear your gaze away from him, swallowing your breath at the way he rips the top buttons of his collar as his impatience takes over him. His toned chest, now half-exposed, rises and falls with intense desire, all because of you.

Jinwoo doesn't utter a word, but you can see the effect you have on him. You've never looked so perfect, so sexy, and so fucking pretty in his eyes that he has no option left but to toss away all his self-control and take you right then.

He hasn't even touched you yet, and you already feel the knots in your stomach tautening merely from his hungry gaze. “W-wait,” you settle your hands on his chest as he positions himself between your legs. “Our reservation—”

He pins your wrists over your head, seizing them with one hand. “Fuck the reservation,” he says, almost in a low growl, his lips a breath away from yours. “We’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you.”

And from the way he presses down on you, his cock throbbing against your core, you can tell it's going to take hours until then.

[yoiisa]

what kind of drunk are they?

a/n: FIRST POST YAYYYY!! I wanted to cast a wide net with this one, so when I say I had like five tabs of character wikis open at once of all the different shows, I mean that. Im sure I still missed someone's fav characters tho, and Im sorrryyyy ToT.

Anyways, tag yourself as what kinda drunk you are, or tag your other favs as their type of drunk. I'm mopey/cuddly!!

THE MOPEY ONE!

"Y/N!" You turn your head from your drink to see your boyfriend hunched over the counter of the bar. He throws his head back as he wails for you, before putting his head back onto the counter. You giggle and walk over to him, just for him to open his mouth and call out, "Y/N!!" As you approach the counter again, one of the bartenders gives you a relived look. "Thank god, he's been like this for the past ten minutes. Are you his partner?" they ask. You nod and take the seat next to your boyfriend. "He gets like this when he gets really drunk. I'm sorry if it's a disturbance." The bartender shrugs. "As long as he's not shouting anymore-" "Y/N!!" "Oh my god, I'm here, I'm here," you laugh and pat his head. He lifts his head from where he'd burrowed it into his arms and pouts as he stares up at you. His eyes are wide and wet, and he sniffles. "Where'd you goooooooooo? I was so lonely..." "You were drinking babe," you giggle, petting him softly. "I thought you were kept company?" His pout somehow grows deeper and shakes his head. He leans into your touch and shakes his head. "I only wan' you..."

NAGI, CHIGIRI, hiori, YUTA, CHOSO, INUMAKI , KENNY ACKERMAN, porco, CONNY, SHINICHIRO, chifuyu, baji, kokonoi, inui, BAKUGOU, KAMINARI, tamaki + (Your Favs!)

THE CUDDLY/GIGGLY ONE!

There is absolutely no universe where you should've been able to actually carry your boyfriend home from the bar. Maybe the alcohol had given you super strength though, because here you are. "Stop going to the gym," you groan as you dump your boyfriend on your couch. You stare down at him, considering the likelihood of him throwing up. No. He wouldn't. You don't think so at least. He stares up at you and smiles. A string of erratic giggles pour from his lips as he reaches up to you, his arms ready to wrap around you and yank you straight down to his chest. "C'mere!" he cheers. "Wanna cuddle!" "Umm," you laugh, "wait, stay like that." You reach for your phone from your pocket, but your heart stops when you notice it's not in your pocket anymore. No, no no no no- Did you leave it in the bar? Did it fall out of your pocket on the way home? Hopefully it's in the car maybe- "Looking for this?" he asks coyly, holding up your phone in between his thumb and index finger. He waves it in front of your face, "Snatched it from your pocket!" You sigh and rub your hands over your face. "Thank you, now give it-" "No!" he shouts and tosses it onto the floor. You watch it for a moment as it (thankfully) falls onto the plush carpet. In your moment of fear and surprise, you freeze and he attacks. He leaps from the couch and wraps his arms like a vice around your shoulders. Before you can think, he practically drags you down to the couch with him. He legs wrap around your waist and he nuzzles his face into your neck. "Perfect," he hums and you finally give into your fate.

BACHIRA, kunigami, REO, nanase, ITADORI, gojo, TODO, armin, takemichi, KAZUTORA, izana, RINDOU, KIRISHIMA, MIDORIYA, SHIGARAKI + (Your Favs!)

THE STOIC ONE!

You could not stop laughing. Your stomach was beginning to hurt. Your boyfriend - sweet, perfect, loving boyfriend - looked so fucking stupid right now. His face, flushed from the amount of alcohol he'd consumed, was still as stone. You had your camera in his face, and was prodding his cheek, but he would not look at you! For anything! It was hilarious. He was so laser focused on just being able to stay upright, you honestly felt a little bit bad. But then he'd do a frog blink, where one eye'd go down before the other, and you'd be back to losing your fucking mind over his state. "Maybe you had too much?" you suggest, but the silence you're met with makes you burst out into giggles. You try to take it a step further after another moment, and prod him in his stomach. You're gaze drops to his side when you feel his abs. There's no way. This fucker tensed his stomach. In fact, he's tensed his whole body! You slump against his shoulder and try to calm down, but it's a bit of a losing battle. You look up at him once you've finally slowed down and beam up at him. "Baby boy, how much did you drink?" Finally, you seem to snap him out of it. He slowly turns his head to look at you, as if he's terrified that if he moves too quickly, his head'll twist right off. When he finally manages to meet your gaze though, his heart stops. Perfect. Oh my god. You're so perfect. You're eyes are glowing in the dim lighting of the bar, your skin glows red, but it's just the right amount to make you look like you have a romantic aura. Your hair is falling just right over your forehead, and your cheeks are puffed up in a smile. His mask finally cracks ever so slightly, and he leans down to press his forehead against yours. His nose brushes yours, and you hum. "I think I had too much," he whispers. "I might puke." "If you puke on me, I'll poison your toothpaste." "Gothcha."

ISAGI, baro, RIN, KAISER, MEGUMI, EREN, HANGE, REINER, nicolo, JEAN, zeke, NAOTO, ran, all might, IIDA, TODOROKI, sero, aoyama + (Your Favs!!)

THE SOBER ONE!

You're head was pounding, and you blearily looked around at the shot glasses, martini glasses, champagne flutes, wine glasses, and every other type of glass known to man. You'd dared your boyfriend that you'd be able to out drink him, but right now you just felt like crying. You and him had drank the same amount, who knew how much the tab was. And yet, you were the one completely drunk out of your mind, while he was chilling in the stool next to you, watching you with a smirk. No, actually, you were pissed as hell. You whip your head around to look at the bastard, and all you get is blurry vision and a sensation akin to getting shot in the head. "It's okay, shh, shh," he says, petting your head and cooing. "Just cool down, I ordered you water." "Nnnnnnnoooooo! Screeeeeeewwwww you!" You slap his hand away and whimper. "My head hurts..." "Yeah sweetie, I'm pretty sure you drank half your weight in alcohol . . ." he sighs. He adds, more to himself than anything, "I didn't even know that was possible." " 'Ts not fair," you whine. "You always beat me in everything!" "You're so whiny all the time," he teases. You punch him in the ribs. "Babe, what the fuck!" he coughs. He doubles over and his head hangs as he tries to regain his standing. You giggle and his heart aches at the sound. He looks up at you and his eyes soften as he sees you laughing softly. "Well, you're stronger than me so at least there's that." "Mmmmm, carry me!" you ask, stretching your arms up, even though he's still hunched over. "Yes princess," and after he pays for the tab, he has one arm hooked beneath your knees, another wrapped behind your back, and your heels dangling from his fingers.

SAE, AIKU, shido, GETO, NANAMI, SUKUNA, toji, LEVI, ERWIN, draken, MITSUYA, aizawa, shinso, DABI + (Your Favs!!)

[astonmartinii]

peas in a pod | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!russell!reader

y/n and george russell may be twins, but they’re hardly two peas in a pod and oscar is just there for the ride

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

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yourusername: are you alex’s appendix cause you make me wanna bust 😩

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user1: excuse me 😀

user2: sometimes i’m like yeah george and y/n are defo twins and then she says shit like this and i’m like they can’t be related

alexalbon: erm what is is ?

yourusername: gosh so other people can use your appendicitis for a seat but i can’t use it to appreciate my boyf - PC gone crazy

alexalbon: the only censorship you’ll need is when my foot is up your ass

yourusername: i’d love to see you try i’ll put you back in the hospital

alexalbon: you say that but when i woke up in hospital you were crying your eyes out begging me to never do that again 🤨

yourusername: i was CHANNELLING GEORGE OBVIOUSLY

oscarpiastri: she cried about it for a good week after alex dw she loves you really

yourusername: TURNCOAT say goodbye to your bedtime privileges

georgerussell63: okay we’ll stop right there, y/n is sorry for joking about your appendicitis alex, and y/n we will not be discussing extracurricular activities with oscar. thank you.

user3: what about the people who want to hear about the extracurriculars? and maybe want to … see them?

yourusername: @oscarpiastri how do you think mclaren would feel about an onlyfans?

oscarpiastri: i think it’ll be a hard no

yourusername: ugh boring

user4: y/n talking about an onlyfans whereas i don’t believe george has even seen a naked woman

oscarpiastri: i love you and your dumb fucking pick up lines

yourusername: what do you mean i’m literally the reincarnation of william shakespeare?

georgerussell63: more like e l james

yourusername: i knew it was you who stole my copy of 50 shades GIVE IT BACK

yourusername: anyhow … i love you too babe x

user5: every comment section we learn new y/n russell lore and it shocks me everytime

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: in this house i guess we celebrate hit tweets? happy one year anniversary to the alpine breakup

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user6: CAKE SCARED ME FOR A SEC I WON'T LIE

yourusername: i think the technical term is “stunting on these hoes”

oscarpiastri: for pr reasons i will not be agreeing

yourusername: @ otmar HE BROKE I’M UP

oscarpiastri: you’re going to get me into even more trouble than that tweet did

yourusername: blame me and tell them to meet me in the car park, no weapons just fists

oscarpiastri: maybe let’s not

yourusername: you don’t wanna be my sexy ring girl? :(

georgerussell63: one day of not threatening people is all i ask for

yourusername: you weren’t saying that when i beat that year 13 guy’s ass in year ten for picking on you 🤨

georgerussell63: well yes but needs must

oscarpiastri: sorry george i’m siding with y/n she’s not afraid to tell the waiter they got my order wrong

landonorris: and she can square up to the people who won’t leave us alone in clubs

georgerussell63: okay i get it damn

yourusername: SMASH

alexalbon: you can’t let anything be normal can you?

yourusername: since you wanna be in my business… lily is a smash too

alexalbon: excuse me?

yourusername: let it be known if i weren’t already with the love of my life, id steal your girl

lilymunhe: oh wow … umm ☺️😳

alexalbon: OSCAR DO SOMETHING

oscarpiastri: idk bro im focusing on being called the love of y/n’s life

user7: silly season was so boring this year thank the lord we have y/n to cause chaos

georgerussell63: do not encourage her

yourusername

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yourusername: you think i look bad, you should see the other girl. don’t touch men without their consent - and definitely don’t touch my man or you will be dealt with. trust.

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user8: someone leaked the video and omg that girl has hands

user9: she did NAWT hold back omg

oscarpiastri: i love you, thank you for defending my honour

yourusername: i love you too, i’d protect you with my life but don’t get it twisted, i’d throw hands for anyone

oscarpiastri: no but for real i’m very thankful for you standing up for me

user10: why is everyone praising this? all this shows me is that piastri is a pussy that needs his gross girlfriend to stand up for him?

yourusername: i’m going to stop you right there. that girl thought she could touch a man without his consent, and it’s completely out of order. so she was handed the consequences. oscar couldn’t do anything so it fell into my hands. you are the problem, do not talk down to him or other victims in those situations.

georgerussell63: as much as i joke, im glad you and oscar have each other.

yourusername: thank you georgie

oscarpiastri: thanks george, but your sister is the real knight in shining armour here

yourusername: i'll always save you princess 👸

alexalbon: everyone is being very sentimental but YO I KNEW YOU SAID YOU HAD HANDS BUT DAMN

user11: alex spill how brutal was it?

alexalbon: i had a front seat and it was like prime anthony joshua she was NOT playing

yourusername: oh wow that’s a big statement

alexalbon: i don’t wanna sound unprofessional but it was honestly crazy and i am so impressed y/n should really consider combat sports

yourusername: in my defence she just fully turned in on my fist

georgerussell63: okay normal service resumed she's making fun of me again :(

user12: why are we celebrating violence?

user13: people have no respect for the drivers these days, just because you’re in the same club as them does not mean that you’re entitled to harass them ??? you fuck around you’re going to find out… esp when y/n is around LOL

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: so a lot has happened. i don't want to give the girl any more attention. i love my girlfriend and i love how much she loves me. cry more.

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user14: OOP HE GAGGED THE HOES

georgerussell63: "cry more" y/n has clearly been rubbing off on you

yourusername: i can assure you i've done much more than just rub off on him

georgerussell63: NO NO STOP RIGHT THERE MISSY

oscarpiastri: to be fair you walked right into that one george

georgerussell63: introducing you two really is the stupidest thing i've ever done

oscarpiastri: first of all, arthur introduced us months before you "introduced us", second of all, this is a lot coming from the guy who cried to me about how i'm so great for your sister and can't wait to have me as a brother-in-law

yourusername: AWWW GEORGIE YOU SOFTIE

georgerussell63: yes i am soft. i love love. sue me gosh.

user15: they are so aesthetically pleasing to my eyes

landonorris: so does like y/n wanna give self defence classes?

yourusername: for a price, soz nothing comes for free in this economy

danielricciardo: please can you do classes? i wanna harness your rabid chihuahua energy

yourusername: i am NOT. a chihuahua take that back daniel

oscarpiastri: she's more like a kangaroo, cute but will steal your dog and beat your ass

yourusername: true, i just wanna put you in my pouch

yourusername: that sounds weird, but i just wanna hold you and never let go

danielricciardo: okay i was just messing around no need to be disgustingly cute

logansargeant: i'm glad you're both okay, but that room service debrief went so hard

oscarpiastri: honestly if i weren't holding an ice pack to my girlfriend's face it would've been top two

yourusername: eh i think it's still top two, nothing is unseating when we were next door to lando shagging and we made it a drinking game 😭

landonorris: WHAT ????

oscarpiastri: no comment

logansargeant: no comment

yourusername: it was drink every time you moaned impressively loud 👍

landonorris: no comment

alexalbon

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alexalbon: idc you can never get me to hate her ass if you poke the bear expect to get bitten

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user16: sorry to the galex truthers but y/n and alex are the superior friendship

yourusername: i knew you loved me + and i knew you loved oscar SEND ME THE LAST PIC NEW LOCKSCREEN INCOMING

alexalbon: i've been the personal photographer for both russells for years and i'm only just being appreciated

yourusername: HOLD ON i take just as many of you and lily

alexalbon: well that's easier because we're much easier to photograph

oscarpiastri: WOAH hold your horses pal, call me ugly all you want but one shall not dishonour y/n

alexalbon: okay someone spent the break at the russell house

yourusername: HE'S NOT UGLY YOU POOL NOODLE TAKE IT BACK

alexalbon: damn it's a tough crowd. and on a post literally appreciating you

yourusername: bare minimum

user17: okay the kardashians are over - netflix can we please get a drive to survive spin off about y/n, george, oscar and alex ????

landonorris: lando norris erasure

charles_leclerc: charles leclerc erasure

oscarpiastri: move over twitch quartet, there's a new sheriff in town

landonorris: okay i'm banning y/n from mclaren you've spent too much time with her and now a rookie is bullying me :(

yourusername: he ate you up... i'm so proud

landonorris: is this the environment the russells promote? @georgerussell63

georgerussell63: you're on your own on this one lando i gave up years ago

yourusername: @oscarpiastri i think that's called maximising our joint slay

oscarpiastri: they wish they were us for real

user18: i love watching a black cat gf slowly corrupt her golden retriever bf

yourusername: oscar is like an evil little kitten really

oscarpiastri: and you love it

note: quick one cause i'm in my feelings. enjoy this random oscar cuteness he is an aussie queen (also a friend of mine literally went to the same school as him it's so weird)

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HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?

Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷

Ride Me ~ L.HS

pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)

“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.

“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.

You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.

Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.

“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.

A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.

A claw machine filled with plushes.

A retro fighting game.

And a two player motorcycle game.

Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.

“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.

“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.

Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.

"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.

You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.

You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.

"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.

Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.

"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.

You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.

"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.

"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.

"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.

"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."

"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.

"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.

"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.

"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.

He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.

As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.

At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.

He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.

You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.

He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."

Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.

You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.

He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.

Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.

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it was cool, and the wind was picking up. you stood outside as you get out of the car. you patted your skirt downwards, making sure you didn’t have any wrinkles in your clothes. you were in linkon for the day to brief jenna on the findings that you’d discover. it had been a couple of days since you and caleb had your moment, and you were enjoying the casual conversation with him. 

you two would text good morning to each other, and talk about your day as you meandered through work like normal. now more free than whispr, you both had some salacious conversations within the texting parameters. any shit talk, or any funny tidbits that happen in your day you made sure to text each other the news- like two teenagers gossiping. but it was fun. he was enjoying his public ability to talk to his powerful sexy mama super genius girlfriend and you were happy with finding out your internet crush was the 6 pack washboard abs super sweet and smart man that had you melting with one gaze. 

except you weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend just yet. 

there were just a couple of kinks to sort out. like the fact that he hasn’t asked you out yet, and as much as you loved to take the reins— these things were sacred to you. you wanted to feel like a woman loved. he’s supposed to ask you out. you already did your part.

you enter the headquarters and greet the receptionist once again before she pulls you into the room where your sister was at, and as you enter you’re met with a couple of her peers. one of them had glasses, and two other girls who had short and long brown hair. their gaze lingers at you— notably the short haired girl. you could’ve sworn her eyes twinkled at your arrival.

“ladies i’d like you to meet my sister” she introduces you to them as they wave with a sweet smile, “p-pleasure to meet you! i’m tara!” and the long brown haired girl extends her hand towards you, she gives you her name, but you didn't catch it . you give them a small smile with an acknowledging nod before you start the meeting.

you give them a briefing of the tests your team conducted regarding the wanderer and give them any more intel that could further assist them in the workings. after that you linger just a little bit more to discuss any topics that they might’ve had at hand. tara spent the majority of the day ogling you before you look down at your phone to see a text from himself 

caleb: i miss you, pretty you: i miss you too handsome. what’s for lunch? caleb: was thinking of getting takeout, do you wanna come with? im going to linkon just for these famous noodles. you: already in linkon, wanna meet up?  caleb: id never say no. ill meet you in 30?

your cheeks flush as you look up from the phone. jenna stares at you with a soft smile on her face as she turns her attention towards you, “you look like you’ve got an admirer.” and you wave her off, looking away and chuckling, “course not. boyfriend-er.. he was texting me.” you state and her brows raise. your slip up was for the lie, but she thought it was because you accidentally outed yourself “oh? boyfriend? since when?” —“since a couple days ago. we’ll discuss it over a dinner. im gonna go meet up with him for lunch. call me if you need anything.” you rise to stand up, and wave goodbye to the girls as you step out to go and meet caleb for lunch. 

“these noodles are the best in linkon. you have to try it.” caleb nudges his chopsticks toward you as he dangles a piece of thick noodles at you. you were currently chomping down on a dumpling as he patiently waited for you to finish chewing. as he watches his smile gets bigger, and he places his palm on his jawline, leaning on his arm and staring you down— in a loving manner of course. you picked up the pace to finish digesting your dumpling and quickly gulp before you lean over to capture the noodles in your mouth.

your eyes widen at how soft the noodles were. it was paired with chili oil and this sweet red sauce you couldn’t make out. it was peppery and coated in umami as you nod fervently. he nods alongside you as he laughs at your reaction, “holy shit caleb this is so good?” you ask more than you exclaim and he keeps nodding, still laughing. your face is lit up with admiration as you watch him enjoy himself in front of you. he looked like an awe struck child sharing his treat. it was such a sweet moment, so sweet that it formed a core memory in your head. 

you couldn’t help but lean forward and give him a small peck on his lips. aside from the chili oil he felt himself warm as he kissed back, falling forwards a bit from how passionate he was just a split second ago. you bit your lip as a blush crept on your face, “sorry i couldn’t help it..” you trail off as you slowly go to pick up a piece of your dumpling. your chopsticks met resistance as he swipes your last dumpling from you, a shit eating grin on his face, “don’t apologize. matter of fact—you should do it more often.”  and your eyes trail away. he could only smile and enjoy the moment.

“umm, sexy pilot guy is your boyfriend? babes! how long have you kept me in the dark!” stacia cries through your phone as you ride back to skyhaven with caleb. you roll your eyes as she throws a fit through the phone, and caleb sits there, listening and laughing at your friend. “he’s here with me right now, and his name is caleb. also, we’ve literally been talking for a couple days, he’s not my boyfriend.” his smile falters a bit, but you don’t notice- not yet, as you hang up the phone on stacia mid conversation.

you look at caleb, and now notice his smile was gone. you tilt your head at him, “what’s the matter?” – “i’m not your boyfriend?” you roll your eyes again. lord who is this diva, “well you haven’t exactly asked me out on a date… nor have you asked me to be your girlfriend.” you poke his nose, and his hands meet yours. his large hands collapse over yours, as he leans to kiss your knuckles. you give him a small smile, “that’s true.. well… what are you doing tonight, miss ceo?” 

“i was going to study a couple of schematics, buuuut, i can also make time for a handsome pilot. what do you have planned?” he pulls you closer to him, and you place your hands on his shoulder, “was thinkin’ i could cook you dinner tonight at my new apartment. just moved in.” you give him a nod, “wait i have a better idea, caleb.” your eyes twinkle in delight, your smile widening. his eyes widen back. “let’s go to your apartment right now.” you clasp your fingers, 

it was downtown of skyhaven, a bustling hub. gorgeous parks and a good nightlife. caleb managed to snag a nice apartment with the help of his friends, and he just had a mattress in his room. it was real barren. 

you walk around, taking a look at the living room. it was spacious. nice grey and black walls with a large skylight overlooking the downtown central park. he had a balcony that was bigger than yours. although the kitchen was your favorite. it was big, an island sits in the middle attached to a bar. the fridge had a screen as if it was a phone. the drawer and cabinets were in this dark color, maybe navy? it was screaming elegance. 

“i won’t lie— i’m a bit jealous. your house is prettier than mine.” you cross your arms, taking mental notes from what kind of furniture would fit good with his rooms. caleb rounds the corner with your bag. he sets it down on the counter and walks near you, “what’s brewing in that noggin’ of yours?”

“i think we should go shopping for your apartment. what do you say?” he looks off to the side and rubs his arm, a sheepish chuckle coming from his lips. “id love to but i already spent alot of my money on the bills.” and you shake your head, “it’s fine. i can cover the expenses.” you say this and suddenly you feel like some sugar momma. a sense of dread comes over you, completely realizing, but you brush that off. you stare at calebs face waiting for him to respond. “oh no. no no i couldn’t possibly ask you to do that.” — “i promise it’s fine. i don’t mind at all caleb.” you attempt to alleviate him, and you could definitely tell he’d had some hesitancy. you tilt your head in a somber smile, “you seem more against this than anything.” 

caleb holds his hands up in defense, “no it’s not that! i swear. just….majors told me that people only go after you for money.” he mutters, closing the distance between you two as he grabs your hands, placing it on his chest as he looks down at you, “i don’t want you to think that of me.. i can take care of myself, and i really appreciate you offering— it’s just.. i’d feel bad…” he whispers the last part of his sentence. you gave him a soft tap on his shoulder, as your laugh erupts from your mouth, “can’t believe majors is out here making friends with my partner. i thought i’d never see the day.” his face laces in pink embarrassment, and you wipe your tear from the corner of your eyes. his confession starts to alleviate your tenseness from your previous statement and your smile turns from a saddened onto a more relaxed one. you’d never hear anyone say that to you- so it felt new.. it felt really kind. you couldn’t quite pinpoint what the feeling was, but you wanted to thank him, instead, “when’s the last time you spoiled yourself?” 

he couldn’t  give you an answer 

‘atelier seventeen’ 

it smelled expensive in here. something like eucalyptus, polished wood, and linen-washed ambition. the furniture showroom stretched across two floors, all glass and white tile, with a soft instrumental soundtrack playing in the background that made you feel like whispering. caleb shifted beside you, wide-eyed, hands in his pockets like he was trying to keep from touching anything he might accidentally owe a thousand dollars for.

he leaned in and whispered near your ear, “is this place…for people..like you?”

you bit your lip to stifle a laugh. “caleb, you live in a luxury skyhaven apartment with a view of the central park and your fridge can talk back. this store is made for you too.”

“yeah, well,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “it doesn’t feel like it.”

you stopped in front of a display: a modular sectional wrapped in deep black velvet, with a smoked-glass coffee table and low, ambient floor lighting. you turned to look at him, already picturing the whole thing in his apartment.

“this would look amazing in your living room. especially with that huge skylight. it’d catch the morning light perfectly.”

he tilted his head, eyes flicking from the couch to you. “i don’t know… it feels too… put together. like the kind of couch that belongs to someone who drinks espresso looking outside of his balcony menacingly instead of eating breakfast.”

“you literally do that.”

“…right. shit.”

you smiled and took his hand, tugging him toward the next section. he followed willingly, letting your pace lead him past wall-mounted shelves, elegant lighting fixtures, and ergonomic chairs he couldn’t begin to understand. you stopped at a sleek, matte black dining table with navy blue accents.

“here. this is you.”

he raised a brow. “you think i’m blue and black?”

you shrugged, stepping around the table to inspect the matching chairs. “you’re bold without being flashy. solid, grounded. looks sharp. dependable.” he stared at the table. then at you. and then back to the table.

“…i’m weirdly honored.”

you bumped your shoulder against his arm, laughing softly. “come on, maverick boy. this is supposed to be fun.”

“i’m trying!” he insisted. “i just—this is a whole different world, you know? when you spend your life in hangars and barracks, living humbly, and for others, you don’t think about rugs or lamp aesthetics.”

“then i’ll think about them for you,” you said simply, “and you can sit there and look pretty while i redesign your home.”

he blinked. “…i can do that.” – “i know.”

you picked up a dark blue ceramic lamp with a brass base. “bedside. yes?”

he nodded. “whatever you say, boss.”

you paused, looked at him, and smiled. not teasing, not flirty—just quietly fond. “it’s not about spoiling you, you know. it’s about letting you rest. you deserve a home that feels like yours. especially when you just worked so hard the last couple years. think of this as a graduation gift.”

his lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something back. but instead, he just touched your wrist, eyes warm.

“thanks,” he murmured. “really.” 

you squeezed his hand, then gently let go. “now come pick out a rug before i give you one with florals just to mess with you.”

“god. you’re terrifying.”

“and yet here you are.”

and so you wandered deeper into the store—him trailing behind, you in your element. for the first time, he let himself imagine what it might feel like to belong in something soft. something curated. something built not just to survive in—but to live in.

.

“holy shit what is that.” caleb bee lines it towards a bunch of displays showing planes, cars, etc on the shelf of the warehouse. his face lights up as his hands touch a model plane. he’d walk around the model with childlike wonder as he touched the anatomy of. you slowly catch up to him, your laugh escaping your lips as he nerded out, “do you want this one?” you tilt your head at him, examining the price: $15,000. in one swift motion, you snatch the price tag off of the corner of the display as he walked back towards you. his face was in amazement, as you hid the tag away from him, “yeesh. i bet it’s expensive.”  and you shake your head at him, “i’ve got the same model, it’s not too bad.” you lie, leading the salesperson with your index finger towards the model, then you smile up at caleb, “what’s next?” you ask, already walking ahead to the next aisle, your expression all casual charm– but your heart’s still beating from watching his face light up like that.

caleb lingers for a second, glancing back at the model plane like it’s calling to him. then he jogs to catch up, falling into step beside you with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“i still can’t believe they make that in full-scale detail,” he says, his voice trailing off like he’s imagining it in his apartment already. “that’s the aircraft that broke the record in rings five years ago. the way it was built– it shouldn’t have flown like that. i used to watch flight footage of it over and over again when i was a cadet.”

you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. “you know all the specs, don’t you?” he shrugs, looking suddenly bashful. “maybe” you give him a giggle, before your brows shot up “nerd,” you murmur, bumping your shoulder into his.

“hey, you’re literally the aerospace engineer here.. and–” he says, playful. “-you’re the one bribing warehouse staff into giving me aerodynamic furniture.”

“i prefer ‘surprise interior design investment,’” you reply, brow falling back in place. he laughs, that easy, magnetic laugh that makes the salesperson down the aisle look over and smile without even knowing why.

you turn the corner into a new section—lighting displays and sleek, modular bookshelves. caleb pauses next to a lamp shaped like a turbine.

“okay,” he says, gesturing at it, “this one feels like it belongs in a spy movie. but like, in the villain’s lair. see it?”

“you mean your living room?”

“...yea.”

you chuckle, stepping ahead again, but he doesn’t move. when you glance back, he’s still staring at the lamp—but really, he’s watching you in the soft showroom lighting. something about the way you casually took the price tag earlier. the way you knew not to make a big deal about it. the way you looked back at him now, pretending you weren’t checking to see if he was okay.

“you keep doing that,” he says quietly.

“doing what?”

“making things feel simple.” and you blink once, caught off guard—but then you offer a quiet smile, gentle and unspoken. “it’s supposed to be.” he rubs the back of his neck again, eyes flicking to the next aisle.

“you think i’m allowed to get a couch with cupholders?”

“caleb.”

“okay, okay,” he laughs. “just checking.” you roll your eyes, but your hand finds the edge of his jacket and tugs him forward again. “let’s find you one that doesn’t squeak when you sit down.”

and together, you wander deeper into the store—his awe still glowing under the surface, your presence guiding it gently, steadily.  you and caleb shop for a couple more things ,until he figured it was too much. you had the men load it in their truck to get it sent to his apartment, and afterwards the two of you go back to his place, picking up some take out on the way. 

the door unlocks with a familiar click, and caleb pushes it open with one hand while balancing the remaining takeout bag in the other. “honestly, i still think that lamp was staring into my soul.”

you step in behind him, ready with a retort—but stop short.

the apartment has transformed.

gone is the bare minimalism, the quiet echoes of an empty space. in its place: the deep velvet couch you picked, settled like it was always meant to live beneath the skylight. the turbine lamp hums gently in the corner, its soft light catching on the edges of the new rug– textured, warm, grounding. and in the center of it all, sitting proudly on the entry console like a centerpiece in a museum: the model plane.

caleb sets the bag down slowly, mouth parting just a little. “whoa.”

you slip past him, your steps soft against the new carpet. “looks like they beat us here.”

he walks in like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to—eyes sweeping the room, pausing at every piece like he’s memorizing it. his hand runs across the back of the couch. “this… doesn’t feel like my place anymore.”

you glance over, caught off guard. “what do you mean?”

“i mean it feels like…” he trails off, looking toward the kitchen. the bar stools are set in place. the lamp is lit. the room has a heartbeat now.

“...like a home.”

you fold your arms loosely, watching him as he slowly turns in a circle to take it all in.

“you sure you’re not overwhelmed?” you ask, half-teasing.

he looks at you then, really looks, and there’s something warm behind his eyes. “no. i’m just wondering how the hell i got this lucky.”

you let out a soft laugh, brushing your knuckles against the edge of the island. “just wait till you see what i’ve got planned for your bedroom.”

he raises a brow. “should i be scared?”

you shrug. “only a little. what if i put a sex dungeon in there?” – “well we’ll put it to good use, then” you brush the comment off, a tint in your cheeks as you look away, laughing to yourself.

he crosses the room in a few steps and stops in front of you, quieter now. “hey.”

you meet his eyes.

“thank you,” he says. not joking. not dodging. just honest. “i’ve never had a space that felt this… mine. and you did that. you didn’t have to, but you did.”

your chest tightens, but you cover it with a smile. “you earned it. you’re the one who brought the maverick home.”

he huffs a quiet laugh, stepping even closer, his voice dropping.

“you realize this means you’re stuck helping me assemble every piece of furniture that comes through that door now, right?”

“caleb,” you say dryly, “i already ordered the tools.” he grins—wide and effortless, and for a moment, he just looks at you like he can’t believe you’re real.

and across the room, the little model plane sits beneath the afternoon sun, catching light like it was always meant to belong.

as you pick up the take out and lead to the couch– that thankfully- was already assembled, and in front of his flatscreen. caleb trails you with the drinks as you both sit down. the couch is ridiculously comfortable. you’re half-sunk into one of the cushions, one leg tucked beneath you, while caleb sits next to you with a carton of takeout balanced on his knee.

the food sits open on the coffee table—chopsticks, drinks, and a barely-touched bowl of noodles because you’ve both been too caught up laughing to focus.

some ridiculous cooking show for failures. it was just simple background noise now as you both talk about random things.

“okay, but what color was your childhood bedroom?” caleb asks mid-bite, pointing his chopsticks at you. “i’m betting something sensible. like... navy.” you scoff. “please. it was custom-painted blush. with hand-stenciled clouds on the ceiling.” he freezes mid-chew. “blush?” – “and the closet was a walk-in. had a chandelier. my mother insisted.”

caleb blinks, then breaks into a laugh. “you’re kidding.” “i’m not,” you say, smirking. “she had an interior designer redo the room every three years. themed. once it was paris. once it was….‘feminine futurism.’”

“what does that even mean?”

“no one knows. the curtains were made of silk. the bookshelves were imported. i think i had a chaise lounge at one point.”

he whistles, clearly impressed and confused. what the hell was a chaise? “and here i was thinking you just came out of the womb calculating thrust ratios.”

you shrug. “i had help getting places. doesn’t mean i didn’t work to stay there.”

he quiets for a second. then smiles, easy and fond. “makes sense. explains the confidence. and the tendency to redecorate other people’s apartments.”

you reach over and steal a dumpling from his box. “i’ll show you the designer portfolios if you ever want your bedroom themed.”

“please,” he says, mock-serious. “give me ‘masculine minimalism’ with a splash of pilot-core.”

you nearly choke on your drink . “pilot-core?”

“you started it.” you roll your eyes, then look around the couch, almost forgetting. you look at caleb with a grin as you pointed at the arm of the couch, “check it out.” you laugh like a goofball as he opens it– cup holders in tow. 

when he finally catches his breath from his childlike excitement, he nudges your knee with his own. “alright, your turn. guess mine.” and you narrow your eyes at him, pretending to analyze. “gray.”

“wrong.”

“beige?”

he makes a face. “worse.”

“oh no. was it—”

“bright orange,” he says, grinning sheepishly. “with blue trim.”

you blink. he holds his hands up in defense, “i was nine! it was ‘space commander’ themed. i thought it looked like a rocket cockpit.”

you burst out laughing, leaning back against the couch. “that’s horrifying. and yet so on brand.”

“yeah, well,” he says, bumping his shoulder lightly into yours, “not everyone gets to have chaise and blush” – “you don’t even know what chaise is, caleb.” – “exactly why i’m mocking you.” you bump his shoulder lightly, as you both laugh in sync. this felt so natural, sweet. like two hearts in love, and a part of you felt like it was healing.

you weren’t privy to romance in this way. you only knew love and romance from as much exposure as you could have, like your parents, your siblings and their wives, but even then, you kept to yourself most of the time. you had no real connection with the men you dated, and so for this one to make it beyond pecks, beyond hand holding, and lavish dates. even something silly like furniture building and take out, not once, but twice. it was kind of mesmerizing to you. 

but something also felt different. you couldn’t place it, you wanted something more, but your brain couldn’t explain to you why that was. you shrug it off, throwing it in the proverbial back burner as you face your attention to caleb once more. you still needed to finish putting the other things together.

.

a soft playlist hums through the apartment—something mellow, old, and easy. the kind of music that belongs in kitchens and sunday afternoons.

the bookshelf pieces are spread out across the floor like a puzzle waiting to test your patience. caleb crouches beside the pile with a half-read instruction manual in one hand and a drill in the other.

“you ever built furniture before?” you ask, handing him a set of screws.

he shrugs. “if planes count.”

“umm.. they don’t.”

“then no.”

you snort, rolling your eyes as you line up one of the side panels. caleb kneels next to you, and as you both settle into the rhythm—measuring, aligning, anchoring. it’s weirdly peaceful.

you steal glances at him when he concentrates. the way his brow furrows a little when he double-checks the alignment. the way he hums along with the music. the way he looks so at home, sitting cross-legged on the rug in the apartment you helped him fill.

“you’re really good at this,” he says suddenly, not looking up.

“what, building things? it's my job sweetie”

“yeah. that. and this.”

he gestures loosely at the room. the warm lights. the scent of leftover takeout. the bookshelf half-assembled between you. his voice softens.

“making things feel like they matter.” you pause, screwdriver in hand, and glance at him.

“well, captain apple, you matter,” you say quietly with a tinge of comedicness, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

his smile is small but genuine. and when you both return to the bookshelf, the silence between you isn’t empty. it’s full of everything unspoken—warm, easy, and undeniable.

the bookshelf stands.

it’s a little crooked at the top because caleb overtightened one of the brackets, but you said it gave it character, and he swore it was intentional after that.

the rug’s been straightened. the coffee table has your tools lined up neatly on one side and two mugs of peppermint tea on the other. the lights are dim now—just the glow from the turbine lamp and the soft under-light from the kitchen island casting a warm haze across the room.

music plays low, something slow and melodic. probably one of your more relaxed playlist.

you’re curled up on the couch, legs tucked under you, a blanket half-thrown over both of you. caleb leans back, arm draped along the backrest, fingers occasionally brushing the edge of your shoulder, never staying long.

“i can’t believe it actually looks like someone lives here now,” he says, surveying the room. you smile. “someone does.” he glances down at you, his expression soft and unreadable.

“you made it feel real.” you shrug, not meeting his eyes. “wasn’t hard. you just needed a couch that doesn’t creak and a lamp that doesn’t give off interrogation room vibes.”-- “you say that like you didn’t pick that lamp specifically.” – “well, yes,” you admit, smug, “but if i said that, it’d ruin the illusion of generosity.”

he chuckles, the sound is lazy, tired, and happy. you glance up at him, catching the way his face looks in the low light. relaxed. at peace. you lean your head against his shoulder without thinking. he doesn’t flinch. just breathes in slowly and shifts slightly, enough to let his arm settle behind you more comfortably. 

the show still plays in the background. something light, something funny. but neither of you are really watching anymore. your eyes are half-closed, and caleb’s heartbeat is steady beneath where your temple rests.

“you tired?” he murmurs. you nod softly, “mm. maybe.” and he doesn’t move. doesn’t suggest you leave. doesn’t joke about it. just says: “you can stay.” and it’s the way he says it—like of course you can. like he hopes you will. and as you think about saying yes.. a part of you feels.. odd. you felt blissful, all day. up until now. 

you still didn’t feel right with what had happened between you two and his so called friend. it gave odd vibes. you didn’t quite enjoy being a second choice, and if he didn’t know you weren’t the person he was texting, he probably would have never mentioned it to you. this gives you a sense of dread, as you peel from caleb. your smile lingered, but the trajectory of that smile was no longer of sweetness– it was sad. one that he thankfully couldn’t tell. 

you shake your head– kissing his cheek as you stand up, “i’ve got some reports to review tomorrow morning.. but i’ll text you when i get home, okay?” he stands up as he nods, taking your hand and leading you to the door. this act alone made you want to stay. but you couldn’t fold. not now. even though you wanted to so bad.

he gives you slight puppy dog eyes as he nods, leaning forward, his lips capturing yours. you felt your stomach burn with passion. your breath hitched as you lean forward– before backing away quickly, silent

“i’d ask you if you didn’t enjoy that– but you’re beet red, honey.” you shake your head, clearing your throat as you give him another smile as you leave him for the night. 

the door clicks shut behind you.

caleb stands there for a moment, hand still on the knob, staring at the quiet hallway you just disappeared into. he exhales, slow and controlled, before he locks the door and turns back into the room. the apartment feels different now. not because you're gone – but because you were here.

his eyes sweep over the living room. the couch still has the slight impression where you were curled up. the tea mugs sit empty on the coffee table, one of them with your lipstick on the rim. the blanket is half-folded, crooked, like the way you’d always say, “that’s good enough.”

he drags a hand through his hair, then walks into the kitchen. leans on the island with both hands. he’s still in his hoodie, the sleeves pushed up, fingertips warm from where they’d brushed your shoulder earlier.

it’s never been this quiet in here. not in a bad way. just... noticeable. he opens the fridge without thinking – mostly to do something. nothing inside he wants. closes it again.

caleb moves to the console table by the door. the model plane is already there, centered, catching the soft light from the lamp across the room. he runs his fingers along the wing. careful. reverent.

you bought this. you didn’t even blink when you saw the price. you just smiled and made it happen. he sighs through his nose, then steps back. scans the apartment again. it’s no longer just four walls. it’s a space that breathes now. because of you.

caleb pads back toward the couch. flops down with a soft grunt. one leg sprawled over the armrest. the blanket still smells like your perfume: something faint, expensive, and familiar.

he reaches for the remote. pulls up the last show you were half-watching. lets it play. he’s not really paying attention. just watching the soft flicker of the screen. the movement of shadows across the walls. the way his body still remembers the weight of you leaning on him.

he doesn’t fall asleep. he just stays there — awake, still, and quietly full of something he doesn’t know how to name yet. but it feels good. and it feels like it’s going somewhere.

you wake up before your alarm.

there’s a sliver of morning light creeping in through the blinds, painting pale gold across your bedsheets. everything’s still — the kind of still that only exists before the city fully stirs. you blink a few times, adjusting, and reach blindly for your phone at the edge of the nightstand.

5:23 a.m.

you sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes. for a second, you think about crawling back under the blanket, but your phone buzzes in your hand — a call, not a text.

you blink at the name.

caleb.

you answer, voice still groggy. “hello?” there’s a pause, then: “wait–you’re awake?” you can hear the smile in his voice already. you yawn softly. “barely.” –“i’m genuinely impressed,” he says, laughing. “i thought i was the only one who voluntarily existed at this hour.”

you shift, tucking your knees up under your blanket as you lean back against the headboard. “guess you’re not special anymore– wait you didn’t even know if i was awake or not– you just said fuck it and called me?”

“it’s a talent of mine” he says, lying through his teeth. he genuinely didn’t think you’d be awake. he was going to just leave a voicemail for you to wake up to. he thought that’d be sweet.  “notice when i tell you good morning, i tell you good morning at like 6 am, not 5. ” your voice is slightly muffled as you move around in the bed. he just chuckles, "touche.."

“what’re you doing up?” you ask, rubbing your thumb over the edge of your phone.

“gym,” he replies easily. “i always go early. gets my head right before flight sim. no lines, no distractions… plus it’s quiet. the hangar looks kind of eerie at this hour, not gonna lie.”

“bet you love that,” you murmur, smiling. “i do. it’s peaceful,” he says. then adds, a little softer: “makes me feel like i’ve got the whole world to myself.” you hum, eyes fluttering closed again. “you heading in after?”

“yeah. should be at base by 6:30. i think we’ve got a systems run scheduled, right?”

“we do,” you say. “you’ll see me there.” there’s a small pause, that comfortable kind – and you can picture him leaning against a locker, hoodie on, hair damp from the shower, phone pressed to his ear as the first bits of sunrise creep into the sky behind him.

“well,” he says, voice low and warm, “try not to fall back asleep.”--“no promises.” he laughs again, soft and fond. “i’ll bring coffee. see you soon.” – “see you soon,” you echo. you end the call, smiling into the morning quiet.

 fuck whatever you were just thinking last night. this man made you swoon at 5 in the morning.

-

the halls of the base are alive now – boots echoing off metal, comms buzzing low in the background, the constant hum of movement behind every sealed door. pilots pass by in uniform, nodding greetings, tablets in hand, flight schedules loaded and blinking.

you step out of the diagnostics wing, already halfway through your morning checklist, tablet tucked under your arm. you barely make it five steps before you hear–

“hey.”

you turn and theres caleb’s walking toward you down the corridor, dressed in his uniform and looking infuriatingly good in it – flight suit sleeves pushed to his forearms, hair still a little tousled, like he barely ran his fingers through it after the gym, good…lord..i wonder if he needs a dog so i can- there’s a takeaway cup in his hand.

he grins as he gets closer. “told you i’d bring coffee.” you take it with a quiet smile, fingers brushing his, completely eviscerating the stupid dog comment you were about to make to yourself. it’s warm in your palm – exactly your order. no need to ask.

“you’re good,” you murmur. “i know,” he says, like it’s nothing. “come here.”

he steps around you, guiding you gently by the wrist into a narrow alcove off the main hall – a shadowed space between briefing rooms where the noise of the base softens, and no one ever lingers long. you blink up at him as he sets a hand against your waist, the other resting just above your hip. he leans in slowly, not rushed – just close enough that his breath brushes your cheek.

“been thinking about doing this all morning,” he murmurs.

you part your lips to answer, but he’s already there – kissing you softly, deliberately, like he’s memorizing it. his hand tightens slightly at your waist. your free hand finds the collar of his uniform. it’s quiet, but sure.

when he pulls back, he’s smiling. “hi,” he says, like it’s the first time. you laugh under your breath. “hi.”

a voice echoes down the hall – a name being called for sim prep. caleb glances over his shoulder, then back at you, eyes still warm.

“i’ll see you in the sim bay?” you nod, still a little breathless.he squeezes your waist once before stepping away, walking backward for a few steps before turning fully, still grinning as he disappears around the corner. you take a sip of your coffee, heart pounding steady and full, and start walking the opposite direction – but not without one last glance back. yeah. he can totally fix you.

yknow i was asking myself- who is richer, the reader, or sylus? it's sylus- duh. we cant compete to that man. BUT you know it got me thinking. how much money do you actually have? WELL LETS BREAK IT DOWN BABY GORL.

you're an aerospace engineer, so ur already raking in big big bucks. u have ur own freaking company, and you're the source for A LOT of commissions and creations for aircrafts of all kinds. you invest in stocks/personal investments (bc your brother taught you how to) , you have a trust fund that you haven't even touched yet, you have royalties and patents from the DAA, soo you'd probably be making about 9-figures (10 figs on a gewd year) , with a 500+ mil net worth, and u do get more money as years pass soo..... im throwing random numbers up in the air. feel free to tell me to stfu.

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[jjkilll]

the one where your cat has jk’s tounge

- pairing I bestfriend jk x y/n

- warning I smut, oral (f receiving)

- song I cat got my tongue - trey songz

- wc | 2.1K (this was way longer than i intended... whoops)

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“i know you probably don’t want to hear this but that time i slept with jungkook-“ you screamed covering your ears. “nope nope. i don’t wanna hear it your right.” you scream at your friend maya.

“i’m just saying he gives amazing head, like if he wasn’t so non-committal i would have snatched him up by now,” she says. you slap her shoulder “come on you know he’s hot. i don’t know how you two haven’t fucked yet. i mean i wouldn’t be able to last ten minutes around him with his shirt off.” you roll your eyes, “he rarely has on a shirt and he’s never seen me that way.” you say.

“but you’ve seen him that way?” she asks. “no.” you lie. “oh shut up tell me now.”

“no it’s not even like that, he just- i heard him one time. he thought i wasn’t home and he was- he was umm-“ you trail off thinking of if you should even say what you’re thinking.

“um um- come on spit it out.” she urges

“he was jerking off, and he’s just so whiny. that shit sounds so hot but then once i remember that was him… he’s my best friend.” you explain.

“but he was like begging, i swear it was the hottest thing i ever heard.” you chuckle. “once he saw me he was like super embarrassed and asked if i heard him. i lied of course told him i had just got in.” maya whoops, “you have to fuck him. i just saying that woman to woman. that man can fuck.” you groan.

a text from him pops up on your phone

[j-kay] hey wanna watch a movie when you get back? my date got canceled.

“aww his date got cancelled,” you tell maya.

“poor girl just missed the best dick of her life.”

“enough about jungkook’s dick, maya.” she shrugged. “well i gotta go, he wants to watch a movie.”

“leaving me for a man. i thought we were friends…” maya dramatically sighs. “hush it’s just jungkook.”

“correction! big dick jungkook.”

“maya!!” you scream.

“okay okay, im sorry that’s it.”

“it’s not. i know you,” you say rolling your eyes.

“you know me so well.” she replies

“whatever see you later.” you say leaving the cafe

——

“hey your back!” jungkook says, of course, he’s shirtless.

“you didn’t text. i thought something was wrong,” he said watching you get settled in.

“no, nothing wrong,” you say trying to convince yourself.

“what’s wrong?” jungkook asks quickly.

“i just said nothing's wrong.” you both say in unison. somehow he already knew what you were going to say. “am i seriously that predictable?” you ask staring at him. “no, you just can’t lie to me.”

“nothing happened i went out with maya.”

“maya? like the maya i-“

“okay you slept together, i get it.”

“oh! you were talking about me.” he realized.

“whatever just let it go.” you say not even wanting acknowledge his realization.

“what did she say about me?” he asks following you to your room. “nothing.”

“she said something or you wouldn’t be acting so weird.” jungkook says. “she said i had a small dick didn’t she?” he groans. “no, stop asking.”

“you know i do the opposite oh whatever you tell me right?” he says with a chuckle.

“just tell me. whatever it is isn’t that serious i promise.” he explains.

“no.” you protest against.

“seagreen.” he says simply.

seagreen is a code word for you and jungkook, once one of you says it whatever the other has to reveal will come with no consequences. no one gets upset, you just listen and try to understand. you both get two each year. this was jungkook’s first of the year.

“no.” you say simply, you look at him in disbelief. “i don’t want to say it jungkook.”

“you can’t say no, i said seagreen. tell me.” he pushes. “i’m sure whatever she said wasn’t even that serious.”

“she said you give good head.” you crack under pressure. he looks at you with wide eyes before he laughs. he falls onto the floor laughing. “jungkook.” you call as he laughs louder.

“that’s what’s got you all upset. i give good head?” he laughs again.

“and you have a big dick,” you say and he starts screaming with laughter.

“i thought- i thought she told you some stupid shit. mean while it’s just that i have a big dick.” he hold his stomach trying to calm his laughter.

“seriously is that why you’re so upset?” he asks.

“no.” you say realizing now your going to have to tell him what’s really wrong.

“so what is it?” he asks.

“i don’t want to tell you.”

“y/n seriously i’m done with the back and worth. tell me what’s wrong.”

“don’t make me beg.” he says. your body shutters. “i heard you.” you say simply exhaling. “you heard me what?”

you look at him in silence for a moment. “y/n.” he calls you.

“i heard you masturbating, and you were like…” you trail off. he stares at you. “you were like whimpering and begging.” the silence between you is thick. “i thought-“ you start.

“you thought what?” he asks tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, laser-focused on you.

“i thought is was kinda hot. no like really hot, and im a girl. there’s only so much i can really take. you are always shirtless, you like drip sex. you all any of my friends talk about is your huge dick.” you rant.

“so… you’re upset with me… because i have a big dick?”

“no, you treat me like a dude! i mean am i not hot? you don’t respect me as a woman. im sexy and hot, yet you don't ever fuck me.”

“i don’t respect you? i cancelled my date for you. i try not to punch any guys who get up in your face on some bullshit. you know how bad i want to fuck you? huh, but i hold back because i do in fact respect you. i respect the fact that you’ve never made a move on me. i respect the fact that you’ve never seemed interested in me. so i’m sorry i fucked maya and not you. you have to open your fucking mouth because closed mouths don’t get fed.” he’s angry now. his neck is on fire and he’s getting ready to explode.

“you want to fuck me?” you ask.

“oh course i do! i have for years. so do all of my friends! taehyung asked me last year to take you out and i was on the bench for a week because i choked him in the lockerroom.”

“i haven’t had a date in months because of you?” you push him. “fuck yea! nobody deserves you. all they wanna do it get in your pants.”

“you make me so fucking mad sometimes. if anything you don’t respect me. you strut around in those revealing ass outfits with your ass hanging out. don’t even hold back your moans when you’re masturbating, i hear you all the fucking time. you’re a fucking hypocrite. when we play just dance you don’t ever wear a bra. you’re tits just fucking bouncing. do you know how hard it is to care about flo rida when a hot girl’s tits are bouncing in your face?” you look at him and laugh.

“what’s so funny, y/n?” he asks finally cracking a smile at your laugh. “it’s not- not the situation but it’s just- holy shit it’s just the question itself is like funny as fuck. “do you know how hard it is the care about flo rida when a hot girl’s tits are bouncing in your face!” you scream laughing. “it founds fucking ridiculous!” he laughs along with you. “it does i know.” you too both laugh so hard you fall the floor.

“come here,” he says after your laughs settle. you shuffle over to him and hug him. “i do respect you. you are the most beautiful and smart woman i’ve ever met. i really do want you and not just sex. i wanna do everything with you,” he says rubbing your back.

“you really cancelled your date?” you ask with a pout.

“to kinda put into perspective how many dates i’ve cancelled, i’ve never got canceled on. all me. that’s why amber from the coffee shop hates me.”

“that explains why all my teas are gross,” you say frowning your face. he laughs brushing your hair behind your ear. you smile at him. “how did you guys even get on the topic of me giving head?” he asks. “well you remember the guy i was with?” he rolls his eyes. “yea that dumbass dylan.” he laugh. “he didn’t want to give me head but always wanted me to give him head. he’d tell me he didn’t feel like it or that he didn’t do that type of stuff. i was just asking maya how it felt and that’s when she told me how good you were.” he nodded but then stopped. “wait you’ve never gotten head before?” he asked shocked.

“never.”

“i mean we can still change that if you’re down.” he offers. “if im down?! maya says your head is life-changing, lay it on me.” you say opening your arms wide. “you’re such a freak.” he says laughing.

“lie back.” he says lifting up the little yellow sundress that covers you. your white lace panties on full display. jungkook rubs over your panties and you moan. “oh shit, you sound so pretty. whose whiny now?” he asks as you buck your hips up onto his hand. he uses his middle finger to slide your panties to the side. “oh you’re soaked.” he says taking his middle and index fingers and sliding them between your folds, he licks the slick of you off his fingers. “you taste so sweet.”

you groan. “come on you’re teasing.”

“patience, baby. just relax,” he says calmly bending over and kissing your lips. they were so soft and plump and you love the feeling of his lips on yours. he kisses you deeply this time, sliding his fingers into you. you moan giving him the chance to stick his other fingers in your mouth.

“shh the neighbors will complain.” he teases fucking you with his fingers you’re a moaning mess. “aww my little toy.” you use your hand trying to push his fingers away as you become more sensitive. “no you can take it. you haven’t even had my tongue yet.”

“you can take it can’t you?” you ask taking his fingers out of your mouth. you moan uncontrollably and he pulls out slapping your pussy. “come on answer my question, baby i’m talking to you. too fucked out to focus?” he continues rubbing circles on your clit. “yes- please please i need you- please just keep going.” you beg, squirming under him.

without warning his fingers plunged back into you fucking you quickly. “look how wet you are my god.” He groans eyes locked on your pussy and how pretty you look submitting to him. his hand wraps your throat. he curls his fingers and hits your g-spot repeatedly. “right there! oh my god! oh fuck! i’m gonna cum.” you scream grinding against his hand. right before you come undone jungkook takes his fingers out of you. you clench around nothing trying to catch your breath. “jungkook, what the fuck?!”

you sit up and he giggles. “lay back baby, i want that cum on my tongue.” you moan bucking your hips up at jungkook lays on his stomach in front of you. he blows cool air on your pussy and you whine. “please don’t tease me. please let me cum.”

“okay, okay im sorry baby.” he smiled before kissing your thigh. he licks a long stripe up your pussy before spitting and sucking on your clit.

your mouth forms an O as you have trouble breathing. you breathe in deeply before moaning. “oh my god! what the fuck? oh my god!” you whine sitting up on your elbows and watching him as he fucks you with his tongue rubbing your clit with his hand. you grip his long fluffy hair in your fist. “i’m-“ you babble something unintelligible. “uh-huh” jungkook hums flicking your clit with his tongue as you cum all over his tongue and mouth.

you weakly fall back onto the floor, your thighs shaking as he continues to slurp you up, licking you clean. “you taste so good.” he says with a smile lying beside you.

you look at him, your eyes half wide. “you can only eat my pussy forever.” you whisper to him and he lets out a big laugh. “i’m serious.” you laugh with him. “you’ve like ruined me for anyone else.” you say.

“oh, my dick’ll drive real you fuckin crazy then.”

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[pazzispizookies]

~~~~~~Dangerous Question~~~~~~

Hey guys!! Long chapter because of game day, i hope you guys enjoy, I know not a. Lot of people are active rn so this chapter might not get viewed a lot lol but im pretty proud of it, y’all will like the ending. TALK TO ME PEOPLE! COMMENT OR DM OR SEND INBOX OR IM GONNA GO CRAZY ALL ARE TOO DAMN QUIET!! YES YOU! YOU READING THIS RIGHT NOW THIS IS ABOUT YOU! TAK TO ME COMMENT OR I TAKE AWAY YALLS FIC PRIVLEGDES! (Sorry about this crash out.)<3333

Paiges POV:

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna be there soon.” I say to Azzi while driving towards the ER, its mainly just for myself to hear though,

She groans a little and holds her stomach, barely waking up.

I’m driving as quickly as I can when I get a call from Caroline,

“Hey,” I answer,

“Hey, you there yet?”

“No, i’m not, i’m going as fast as I can though,”

“Okay, I just wanna let you know that the police are here, there gonna need to talk to you soon, like very soon. I told them where you were going and there gonna meet you there.”

“Did they get him?”

“who? Your not making and sense Paige”

“Marcos, shit- did they get Marcos?”

“Get him for what Paige? Focus on the road and Azzi, you need to collect your thoughts.”

The call disconnects.

Shit.

We arrive a the hospital and my panic sets back in.

I’m carrying her into the front of the building when I shout for help.

“Hey! She-she um, she’s passed out, I think she’s drugged I don’t know—someone please help” I shout looking around for nurses,

I’m still in a haze of anger and confusion, the emotions hitting me stronger then ever.

I just want her to be okay,

I need her to be okay,

“Hey honey, what’s going on?” A older nurse asks appearing out from the front desk.

“Umm my, well she, she was at the bar—with some guy I don’t know—well I know but like- I don’t know him well, and-and then I puched him—and she’s passed out, she’s sick I think—I know her something’s-something seriously wrong, please help her.” I mutter out, trying to be as clear as I can

“Okay, okay, we’ll get your girlfriend help, just have a seat, and help me get her into this chair.” She says taking out a wheelchair and positioning it in front of Azzi,

I help her get Azzi into the chair, who’s passed out yet again, she waves over another nurse,

She talks to the other nurse for a second before she takes Azzi and disappears behind 2 large doors,

I look over at the new nurse standing in front of me, she’s younger and pretty short, looks Ike she could still be a student,

“Hey, i’m Amanda, can you please have a seat over here and tak to me a little?” She says gesturing towards a bed behind some curtains,

I follow her and sit down on the bed, she closes the curtains and starts to talk,

“so I know you came in with a girl who’s passed out, can you tell me what-“ her sentence gets cut off by her eyes darting towards my hand,

I’m so focused on anything but myself right now, only now feeling the burning pain in my knuckles,

I follow her sight and look at my hand,

It’s bruised, swollen and bleeding, just looks awful.

“Oh! Um- let me help you with that.” Amanda says moving towards some draws next to the bed, and putting on gloves.

She takes out alcohol and some cotton balls and starts to press them onto my cuts,

I wince at this and pull back a little, but she keeps my hand steady,

“So Paige, what happened to your hand here,”

“Oh um well- wait, did you say Paige?” I say back, looking up at her,

She blushes slightly and loses eye contact with me, “Oh, yeah sorry, that’s a little creepy, but I mean, your Paige Bueckers, it’s hard not to know you.” She says with a slight smile,

“Oh, well, anyways yeah, I kinda punched this guy,” I say sheepishly,

“You hit him pretty well hm? I mean I’m sure your strong enough to pack a punch, you look like you can” Amanda says back, still with a slight blush.

Is she…flirting with me right now?

that’s fucking weird.

“Yeah. I can I guess. He deserved it though.” Say back a little colder,

She leans in a little too much, holding my hand still in hers,

“What did he do, Paige?” She says, her tone light.

“he was messing with my girlfriend.” I say pulling back my hand slightly,

Azzi, is indeed not my girlfriend.

Not even close too it.

But in this moment I don’t care, I care about her enough for it to be possible,

And this bitch is flirting with me,

And I don’t want that shit, not now.

Not with her at least.

“Oh um, okay,” Amanda whispers back, clearly shocked

I hold back the urge to laugh at this, but I mean, the look on her face is fucking hilarious.

She wraps up my hand, a lot quicker then she took to clean it might I add,

Soon after while she’s cleaning up, The first nurse I saw walks, opening the curtain slightly with a uneasy look on her face,

Amanda turns around and sees her, she sends me a quick, polite smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, and steps out to talk to the other nurse closing the curtain behind her,

They have a hushed conversation that I can’t hear exactly, but then Amanda steps back in again,

“Paige, the police are here to talk to you, is it okay for him to come in here?”

I nod my head and she walks out again,

A minute or so passes, then a officer opens up the curtain,

“Good Afternoon Paige, My Is Officer Jameson, and I just need to talk to you about the events of tonight.” He says calmly with a tone of authority,

I nod and he continues,

“So can you start from when you saw Azzi and the man interact for the first time this night?”

“Uh yeah, we were at the bar and I turned around and saw her with Marcos, uh the guy, that’s his name. and well, I got kinda mad and left to go talk to my friend outside, when I was walking back into the bar a few minutes later, He came out grabbing her wrist and she was stumbling being led. I knew something was wrong, I can’t explain it just, something was just off. So I kinda—um punched him…and he passed out I think, and then Azzi passed out later on, and well, I drove her here.”

He nods slowly taking everything I say in, writing it down on a notepad,

“and may I ask, what do you think was happening, and why?”

“well, I don’t know for sure— but I think he drugged her or something, I know her and well, I know she doesn’t handle alcohol well, but that’s different, she doesn’t pass out, or leave with men.” I say,

“I understand she’s only 18, correct?”

“Oh, um yeah,”

“So she was drinking underage?”

“Well, I mean, yeah but like she doesn’t often, I swear, It’s just because he bought her 2 shots, were both athletes, we don’t drink or anything often.” I ramble out,

“Okay, let’s move on from that, this man, Marcos. What’s his relationship with Azzi, is he her boyfriend?”

I scoff at his words, which probably wasn’t the right answer, “No, god no, she doesn’t really have a relationship with him, he was our sever at a restaurant like 2 days ago and asked for her number then asked her out, we just happened to run into him at the bar tonight.”

“Okay, and you’re saying that you believe he drugged her.”

“Yes, I believe he did” my tone is steady, i’m sure of myself.

“Okay, we’ll be in touch, thank you.” Officer Jameson says while walking off,

The nurses wave bye to him and he disappears behind the door,

The nurse comes in with a weary smile on her face,

“Well Paige, you’re all set for tonight, Azzi should be ready to leave in 30 mintues, she’s had her stomach pumped because she showed some signs of… drug overdose. she’ll need to rest a lot, but you got her here quickly before it all settled into her bloodstream. She’s going to be okay, she’ll just need to take off a while, and make sure she has someone with her, tonight will most likely be a little traumatic, I’m sure for you both.” She says while walking me back to the waiting room.

“That’s it? She’s on be okay??” I ask a little shocked at this news.

“Yes Paige, you’re a good girlfriend.” she says while patting my shoulder and smiling warmly,

“Oh um I’m not—um, Thank you,” I say debating whether or not to correct her, but I can’t bring myself too.

She walks away and I settle in to the chair, waiting for Azzi.

It feels like hours pass, I can’t do anything but sit and wait,

After about 15 mintues, I call Caroline,

C-“hey. Hows our girl?”

“Good, well kind off, she had her stomach pumped about an hour ago, I’m just waiting on her now,”

C-“oh, that’s horrible, what do you think happened?”

“they said it was a drug overdose,”

C-“‘w-what? Azzi?”

“Yeah….Marcos was there, she ran into him and they started talking,”

C-“yeah I saw that, we all thought he was just leaving with her, for…yknow.”

“Yea, well nothings confirmed, but he bought Azzi a drink, and ten 10 minutes later, was dragging her almost passed out to his car”

Caroline falls quiet for a beat then starts to speak again

C-“your saying Marcos drugged Azzi.”

“Yeah Caroline, looks like it.”

C-“I…What? I mean—why?”

“Me and you can only be great full that we don’t know why, the important thing is Azzi’s safe,”

C-“Y-yeah I just, I mean, I’m kinda shocked, I dragged her out here tonight, I-I shouldn’t have, shit.”

“It’s not your fault, It’s no ones fault, its just something that happened…..we can only put it in the past now, and maybe Azzi can too.”

C-“Fuck. That’s so scary P. Ill tell the girls what happened, everyone’s in KK and Ices suite,”

“Yeah, and can you do me a favor? Can you ask Nika to spend the night in someone else’s suite? I think I’m gonna take Az back to mine and maybe ill sleep in Nikas room and she can stay in mine,”

C-“yeah yeah of course, I’ll drop some of Azzis things off. Should we tell coach?”

“I think so, We have practice tomorrow and Azzi clearly can’t go, we should tell him why.”

C-“Okay, i’m gonna leave that to you though, maybe tell him tomorrow before practice starts, Im gonna go talk to Nika.”

I hang up with a goodbye,

After a few more deadly mintues of silence, the nurse walks out.

“Paige? You can come get Azzi now.” She says standing in the doorway,

I jump up and quickly walk towards her,

She points to a room to my left and I start to head towards it,

I open the door and I’m met with a sight I never want to see again,

Azzis laying in the bed, her eyes barley awake and IVs hooked up too her, her shirt was cut through to make room and she has dark rings under her eyes and no color in her skin.

“Oh Az,” I say making my way to her,

I lean down beside her, I push back her hair with my hand, stroking it ever softly,

“Paige, can we go home now?” she whispers, leaning into my touch,

I look up at the nurse and she smiles and nods,

I get her wheelchair and start to help her get up,

She winces a little, but im glad she can feel things again, anything’s better then the state she was in before,

the nurse pushes her and waits for me to pull the car around,

It takes me a few seconds to get the car to the front of the building, but I slam the door and walk back over to Azzi,

The nurse helps me get her in the passengers seat and I say goodbye and thank you, Turing on the engine.

silence fills the car as we drive back to the dorms,

she’s not asleep, she’s just looking out the window, staring.

I can’t stand this,

She’s supposed to be ignoring me with teasing comments, talking my ear off about a book,

Not quiet,

I take a hand off the steering wheel and place it on her thigh, something I’ve never done before.

She doesn’t push me away though,

Instead she takes her own and hand and puts it on top of mine without saying anything.

my heart flutters at this small action,

Azzi looks over to me,

“Paige Beuckers. Are you blushing right now?” She teases breaking the silence. Her voice is horse and soft but in the moment, it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.

“Yeah. Yeah I am Azzi Fudd.”

[rubywithecat]

Tokyo revengers boys when you ignore them after one night stand (pt.1)

Mikey

-he almost doesnt recognize you

-when he senses the familiar scent when you passed through him, he couldnt help but turned his head

-"Hey wait" he called out. "do i know you?"

-U frozed. "I dont know you..." u lied. He walked to face you and looked you carefully. U broke the eye contact and excused yourself.

-he grabbed your hand which made your body gravitated toward his chest

-"your a bad liar" his lips nearly toucing yours. "plz dont ignore me. ive been searching u everywhere"

Ran Haitani

-He thought he would just forget you as like he does for many women who he had slept with

-But something about u made him craving u more, maybe cuz of ur innocence (u were a virgin)

- U were going to ur class when u heard a smiliar voice, u quickly hide when u caught a glimpse of him

-he was on his phone and he seemed to like noticed that u hide, he smirked

-"Rindou, I will call u back" he closed his phone and walked toward where u were

-ur heart was beating so fast and u just prayed he would passed through and closed ur eyes

-"Found ya" he whispered, loud enough for u to hear. "U who snaked away from me after i gave u ur first best night ever. Don’t u think it’s a lil bit unfair to me?” he grabbed ur waist as if he could read ur mind about escaping

-"u cant run away from me second time, Miss"

Chifuyu Matsuno

-He tried to forget about what happened that night and didnt even think he could meet u again

-when he saw u at the mall, he was about to call u out but he saw u with a kid, he thought its ur kid

-he didnt try to talk with u anymore cuz he doesnt wanna be a threat to ur marriage or smth

-u also saw him but u were too nervous to go and talk cuz u liked that guy so much “what if he doesn’t remember me? I would just embarrass myself” u whispered to urself

-as u guys parted, u were sad and hopeless

-"hey (kid name), i need to use toilet. dont go anywhere before i come back,okay?' u bent down to the kids height and smiled.

-"Yes” he replied cutely. "Good boy." u told him and go to toilet quickly.

-just a hen u come back, u saw him talking to a guy so u rushed quickly.

-"how old r u?" u could hear slightly. "i am 8" ur nephew answered.

-"what did i tell u (kid name)?Dont talk to random--' u scolded him before realizing that guy

-"he just saved me from some bad guys who tried to steal our shopping bags" ur nephew answered.

"Oh god" u sighed and turned back to him, but dont dare to look at him. "Umm... thank u for saving my nephew..." u said awkwardly.

-He was stunned but he felt relieved and glad that he wasn’t ur son

-U were about to walk away when he started to talk, "Im sure we met before, right?"

-U looked back at him and he was smiling at u and it was not a question. He remembered u and will not let u go anymore

Hanma Shuji

-From the moment he saw u, he couldn’t lie to himself that he fell in love with u

-Whenever he fcks someone he always think about u

-He was pissed that u left him after s*x without even leaving ur number

-He tried his best to forget u

-u didnt expect to meet a one night stand u met last year at the club u work

-Ur not like a stripper or anything like that. U work as a waitress there as u have no choice to pay for ur collage

-U quickly covered ur face as he walked passed through

-"maybe he wont even remember me at all. It was long time ago" u relieved. But then he stopped.

-"Hey" he called u. "Wtf- plz don’t remember me" u mumbled. U dont wanna invlove in gang things so its best to stay away

-"Do u know where are vip rooms?" he asked u

-"Uh— it’s at ur left, sir" U didnt dare to look back and just answered nervously, hoping he doesn’t see ur face

-U stared at u from behind for a sec and then walked away, smoking.

-“U see that girl over there? Bring her to my room” he ordered the waiter

-“Sir, I’m afraid she’s just a waitress and doesn’t do that kind of thing ya know…” the waiter answered, afraid “I- could suggest u the best beautiful stripper in our club. I’m sure u will be satis—“ before he could finish his word, he was punched to the ground.

-“Useless shits” he mumbled as he looked down and wiped the blood strain on his ring “Bring her to me” he said and left as he threw sone cash to the waiter face.

-U entered the dim light room, written “VIP” cuz ur coworker begged u so u empathized him

-“Were u searching for me?” U said impatiently and faked to be confident when u were trembling inside. “Look, just to be clear, im not interested in sleeping with u. I just come to tell u that so plz leave me alone and my coworkers, sir”

-Hanma just laughed helplessly as he finds that cute and as u were about to leave, he tightly hugged u from behind and kissed ur neck, leaving a mark

-“Who said I care whether ur intreated or not?” he smirked. “U were already mine. Don’t u dare run away from me… please?” His voice changed. It was the first time he begged for someone and u also feel that part of u just can’t resist him

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A/N: Hi! Welcome back y’all! <3 So, I have been disappearing for a long time cuz of final exam and now it’s over so I can finally write back and have a lot of ideas that I wanna share with u guys. <3

Sorry for not being able to respond the requests but now that I’m free, I will be open to ur requests again! :*

And I hope u guys like this one and any supports are very much appreciated, loves <33

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[kittylittlesis]

actually gonna go insane though,,,,, pleeease i'll be really good,,,

i need to suck a cute girls dick right now or i'll cry

you wouldn't want your little sister to cry would you :<

[luvlyycy]

In some serious need of Black Widow smut man PLEASE MAN HAWKEYE TOO I need to feel something 😩😩😩😩

# a / n : HOW BOUT BOTH HUUUHHHHH!!!!!! sex hcs for u cus i know u luv em. also for nat fem n male bodied reader are there for clint its only fem bodied

NATASHA / / BLACK WIDOW .

● i know missy lives to give head, she's a giver not a reciever.

● whether its eating pussy or sucking dick she loves it. she's also like, really good at it.

● she LOVES ass bruh, thats her favorite part of you male or female (besides pussy and cock)

● i feel like she'd put her girlfriend in such a mean mating press or have her suck on her strap. shes such a mommy fr

● threesomes or foursomes are hard to avoid with her, she loves having so many people around her to love on YOU , specifically cus she knows all her friends have a crush on you. i mean, would you say no to bucky or clint joining? i doubt it.

● hickey giver . all the time. she'll mark you up in the most obvious places and when people ask shes like, "yeah? who did that, babe?"

● give her backshots please.

● she prefers dominating you but won't mind if you wanna take the lead.

● she enjoys make up sex a little too much.

● VOYEURRR !! shes always sending you some sort of nude when shes on a mission, its to the point where you always expect one.

● she likes risky sex, it comes with an adrenaline rush and she loves that.

● will randomly grab your cheeks.

● loves to scratch your back, thighs, chest— anything she can get her hands on tbh!

● although even tho she enjoys having multiple partners during sex, she is very faithful to you. will never sleep with someone else without you.

● calls you pet names during sex and some of them may be in russian.

● leaves lipstick marks on you after she gives you head. (base of your cock, your inner thighs, pussy lips, stomach, etc.)

CLINT / / HAWKEYE .

● oh honey this man makes LOVE TO YOU.

● he has you in missionary, kissing you and telling you how much he wants to knock you up.

● breeding kink is out of control.

● you suck his dick and hes like, "fuck baby, gonna breed your throat." like sir, can you relax

● wants to eat you out 24/7

● he says he's hungry and youre like , "what do you wanna eat" next thing you know its been three hours and you've came seven times on his face

● he LOVES face fucking so much. loves ruining a pretty set of makeup, or cumming all over your face when you tell him not to...

● hes getting on your nerves just to ask, "you still mad at me?" when hes deep in your guts.

● he has a very subtle daddy kink, likes to hide it from you then randomly be like "daddy's pussy, right? this belongs to daddy, yeah?" like yes sir. it does.

● hes so nasty??? like, constantly grabbing your ass and whispering the filthiest shit in your ear.

● god at dirty talk.

● also god at sleepy and morning sex. carefully sliding his cock into your cunt with a grunt, hands running up and down your body as the sun either is rising or the moon is set. that sort of thing

● gets jealous easily so jealous sex is something yall cannot avoid.

● this man is always telling you that your pussy is his, your throat is his, pretty ass is yours— homie is possesive.

● umm. pull his hair! he'll probably moan, bottom, or fuck the shit outta you.

● ceo of creampies and throatpies

● loves when you makeout with his balls. (they smell vv good btw)

● also hes a grower and a shower, mans dick is thick and long with prominent veins.

● has a habit of making you jealous just so u get possesive n mark him. 🤷🏽‍♀️

# a / n : bucky hcs next perhaps??? rubs chin.

[selfloverrrrrr]

Hiii can I request a yandere satoru that got Isekai into our real world and in (y/n)s room when she was gone for her university and when she came back home only to find him she thought she was dreaming and she was super sweet and naive plus a bit awkward to him and blah blah and days later living with her he find out she had a boyfriend but that isn't fair right he thought he was her favorite character and she ONLY loved him right? and one night she brings her boyfriend home and after he leaves satoru throws her into her bed and non con her and also records it to send it to her bf<3

OMGGGG!!! I LOVED THIS REQUEST!!! PLEASE DO GIVE ME MORE LIKE THIS EXCITING REQUESTS!!!💗💗💗💗

Dream or Nightmare?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Y/n's POV

It was a normal afternoon. I just came back home from my college. I was so tired. I threw my bag on the couch as soon as I entered my house. I took off my shoes and threw myself on the couch too. "Ah fuck..... I'm so fucking tired!!!!!" I sighed loudly and closed my eyes. I stayed like that for some moment.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise from my bedroom. The sound was as if something heavy fell on the floor. I jumped from the sound. What the hell was that? I live alone, neither I have any pets here then what was that sound?! I stood up and slowly walked towards my bedroom.

I heard some groaning sounds. I took a deep breath and slammed the door open. There was a man on the floor laying and groaning. Maybe he got hurt felling on the floor. He immediately looked at me as I opened the door. A my mouth wide open. Am I seeing right??? Is that fucking Gojo Satoru???!!!!

How is that even possible? He's a fictional character....am I dreaming or something?! He slowly stood up. "Umm... i-I'm sorry... I don't know where I am and I don't even know how I came here.. please forgive me, miss. I didn't mean to-" before he complete his sentence I spoke up "wait wait wait! What's your name?" I asked. "I'm Gojo Satoru" he replied.

"there's no fucking way.... you gotta be kidding me" I said. Still couldn't believe it. "Uh what happened exactly? And can you please tell me where am I?" He asked with a nervous smile. "Okay okay sir here let me tell you everything." I said and I sit beside him.

Then I told him everything. That he's a fictional character, he doesn't exist here, he's from an anime called jujutsu kaisen, everything I told him. He was shocked as well. "Oh my.... you mean I traveled into another universe?" He asked. "Yes.... atleast that's what I figured out" I replied.

"but I was just fighting with Sukuna, how this happened?" He asked. "Ummm.... sorry to say but..... you died in that fight....in that manga you died" I said with a sad face. "I WHAT?.... HOW THE FUCK DID I DIED??? WHEN DID I DIED???" he asked me. "Relax relax... I'll tell you everything later.... but I think after your death in the manga you got teleported here" I replied.

"does that mean Suguru will be here too?" He asked me. "Uh... I don't know.... but we'll find out" I replied. "Okay okay" he said. "Gosh you don't know... you're my FAVOURITE ANIME CHARACTER!!!!!! I still can't believe you're here!" I said. "Ehehehehehehe..... thank you.... My pleasure" he replied scratching the back of his head with a blush on his face.

"but what am I gonna do now? I don't know anything nor do I have anywhere to go.... I don't wanna let people know that I'm here" he said with a pouty face. "Don't worry you can stay here with me. I have an extra bedroom. But If anyone comes to visit you have to hide" I told him.

"you'll let me leave here? Really??? Thank you so much...uh-what's your name?" He asked. "Y/n" I replied. "Thank you, y/n" he said with a smile. "You have to wait for some time.... I'll go and buy some clothes for you" I said. "You're so sweet.... thank you so much again!" He said. I chuckled. "You don't have to thank me that much" I said and left.

Two weeks later

Two weeks passed. Everything was going well. I told Gojo that he only had to maintain only one rule. If anyone comes to visit me he has to hide. And it was totally okay with him. He was maintaining that rule great too. Everything was going normal until today came.

My boyfriend came to visit me. I hid Gojo in his room and locked the door as usual. But the thing is Gojo didn't know I had a boyfriend. But that won't cause any trouble, right? I went to the door and opened it. My boyfriend Cris came inside with a bright smile.

I closed the door. "Haven't seen you for dayssssss" he whined sitting on the couch. "As if you missed me" I teased him. He raised his eyebrows and pulled me on his lap. I grinned. "Who else is gonna miss you huh?" He said and tickled me. "Stop.... hahahahaha... okay okay I'm kidding..." I managed to say between laughs.

"then stop teasing me" he said. "Fine" I replied. He smiled and pressed his lips on mine. "I really missed you" Cris said. "Me too" I replied hugging his neck. Then the time passed. After a few hours he left. I just closed the door and came back inside when I saw Gojo standing there.

"what do you wanna eat for dinner?" I asked. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. "No no.... I wanna talk to you first" he said. "Okay.... go on" I replied. "Who's he?" He asked with a straight face. "You mean Cris? He's my boyfriend" I replied. "What do you mean BOYFRIEND?" he asked.

I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean? He's my boyfriend" I replied. "Didn't you say I'm your favourite character?" He asked. "Yes, you are " I replied. "Then, when I'm real why do you need a boyfriend?" He asked. Oh no this is going in a bad direction. "You don't need a boyfriend when I'm here, right?" He said.

"look Gojo.... he's my boyfriend. I can't leave him" I said. "Why not? You have me" he said. "Gojo I'm in a relationship with him before you came in real-life. I can't leave him like that. I love him" I said. I saw his jaw clenched.

His grip tighten around my wrist. "G-gojo? You.... you're hurting me!" I said trying to release my hand from his grip. "Did you care when you hurt me?" He asked leaning towards my face "then why should I?" He whispered in my ear. Before I could say anything he picked me up and rushed towards my bedroom.

He threw me on the bed. "Gojo what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" I said and backed up. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him. "Nothing is wrong with me, darling. I want what I want. That was supposed to be me, me and only me!!!!" he said as he took off his t-shirt. He threw it on the floor.

"Gojo wait-" before I could say anything he grabbed the hem of my dress and tore it in one snap. I was so scared that I couldn't even say anything. I dared to look at him, just to see him smiling like a psychopath? "G-gojo P-Please" I begged. But who's gonna listen? He crashed his lips on mine. Kissing me roughly. Making me breathless.

He started undressing my other clothings. I tried to stop him but my strength was nothing for him. He almost took off my clothes. I was just left in my panties. Gojo started licking my nipple. His was so teasing. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I screamed so loudly.

When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " Gojo please...." I begged again but he didn't listen to me. He brought his face close to my pussy and licked it. "Oh...someone is wet~.... so you're liking being a slut huh?" he whispered with a smirk.

He took off his pant. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. It was too long and too thick. "What slut? Thinking can't take it?" He said. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. " Gojo Gojo no.... please no .... Gojo please no... It's too big.... it's not gonna fit." I sobbingly begged him. " This isn't time for begging....you should have thought before inviting your BOYFRIEND... Uh well, now ex-boyfriend" He whispered in my ear.

He slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. I was through my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he liked it so much. His thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself.

"Look at yourself whore....fucking clenching around my dick like a whore you are" With a few more thrust I came. He again smirked at me. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He didn't pull out yet.

I couldn't see properly. Everything was blurry for my tears. Suddenly I heard a clicking sound. When I looked at Gojo saw my phone in his hand. "And... send to Cris. Done!" He said looking at the phone with a smirk. Tears started falling again from my eyes. He threw my phone and leaned over me. "And I don't care if the whole world knows about me being real now. All I want is you to be Mine. And now you ARE MINE!" He whispered with a smirk.

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[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 1

Eddie kept up a texting chain with Steve while making himself a breakfast of coffee and cereal. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Not since, well, when he thought of it when he was a teenager up all night in chat rooms and forums. When you found someone who you just clicked with.

[11:30] Any advice on how to fry an egg with a perfectly runny yolk?

(11:32) You like runny yolks??? 🤢 (11:33) It's scrambled or nothing for me (11:33) Cant help ya even if I wanted to

[11:35] I just want an egg on my avo toast

Normally Robin fried the eggs for breakfast. Her yolks were always perfect. But unlike Steve, she'd actually scored last night and was still with whoever she'd gone home with last night.

Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cliche. A guy who jogged and then came back home for some avocado toast with an egg on top? He just had to let his stance be known.

(11:35) Next ur gonna tell me bout your acai smoothie bowl rite? (11:36) Avo toast? Really???

Steve realized how he was coming off and had to quickly amend it.

[11:38] It's not what you think! We only got the avocados to make some guac the other day. There was one left and I wanted to use it before it went bad. And I'm all guac'd out. Hence the toast.

(11:39) At least you didn't use the avocado to make like ice cream or some shit

Finished with his own, normal, regular, average citizen breakfast, Eddie cleared his place and started to actually get ready for the day. His shift went from 2 to 10 tonight, so he needed to prepare for the long haul.

While brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and making something for his lunch later, he and Steve kept up the texts. Through their conversation he found out Steve's favorite ice cream (peanut butter), that he could cook eggs just about any way except sunny side up, and that he lived with a roommate named Robin.

Eddie got to his place of work and in a place like that you need to have some semblance of focus and attention, so he told Steve he had to get to work. He realized he was basically saying 'busy now, text you later?' to a stranger he'd only started talking to last night. Steve was completely in his rights to end the conversation there.

He could've ended it at any time really. What obligation did he have to keep on talking to him?

[2:01] Okay. Talk to you later

Steve stared at the message, already in the middle of agonizing over it when Robin finally came through the door of their apartment.

"Good afternoon. I wanna feel offended that I didn't get any texts or calls asking if I'm okay but I'm gonna choose to think it means you trust me and are a great judge of character."

For the first time in a while, Steve checked the time and actually realized how long it had been.

"Shit, Robs, I'm sorry." It had been over 12 hours and he hadn't checked in on her. All because he'd been texting a random number. "So you had a good time?"

Steve had been sitting on the couch and Robin plopped right down, laying her head in his lap.

"It was magical. Like something out of a movie."

"Aren't you glad I made you go and talk to her?", Steve smiled smug.

Robin smushed his face with her hands with a groan. "Don't look at me like that. You were right, okay? Me and her hit it off like, like uh, one of your sports metaphors."

"Robin you were in a soccer league just last year, stop acting like you don't know sports."

"Anyway, something grand must've kept your attention off me. Things go well with that girl you were talking to?"

"Umm, yeah."

Robin sat up, eyes narrowing. "And you came back here with her? Gross! Steve! Did you do it on the couch?!" She shot up immediately.

"I didn't", Steve rolled his eyes.

It was one of their main rules. No sex in the common areas of the apartment. Steve wasn't gonna tell her about the wrong number given to him. And he especially wasn't going to tell her he kept talking to it. The following lecture would have been unbearable.

"She gave me her number and we've just been texting back and forth."

Robin slowly sat back down on the couch. "Just texting? That's all you did?"

"That's all."

"Wow. You usually move faster than that."

"Well, I want something a little more this time. But enough about my snail pace romance. Let's talk about you and that girl, what was her name?"

He and Robin sat a long while, talking about her night, eventually going out for lunch together too. Not-Misty had said they were at work, but Steve couldn't help himself when he saw that Robin had ordered a burger with avocado on it and Steve had gotten a taco salad that came with, you guessed it, avocado.

[3:14] image.jpeg [314] Okay me and Robin might have a problem. But I swear it's not on purpose!

"Did you just send a picture of our lunch to someone?", Robin asked.

"Yeah to uh, to Misty. We were talking about avocados earlier and I figured she'd get a kick out of it."

Robin smiled through her chewing. She teased but she was glad that her friend had made a connection last night.

Meanwhile, Eddie saw the message, but didn't have a chance to reply, even on his lunch break. Through all the texting, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so it was on the plug and he was leaving it alone for now while he talked to his co-worker, Grant. He went through the rest of his shift, thinking about Steve.

What did he look like? How old was he? Where did he live?

He got off and made his way back home, stopping off somewhere to get dinner. It was a sandwich shop and he honestly contemplated getting avocado on his just to see Steve's reaction but he resisted.

'I can't be that down bad that I'm overthinking food now', he thought to himself.

When he got back home, he turned the tv on and took out his phone to reply to Steve right away.

(10:31) Back at home now (10:32) Work was crazy (10:34) And the 1st step to recovery is admitting u have a problem (10:36) But thru hard work we can get you addicted to a sensible veggie (10:37) Like broccoli

He thought since he kept Steve waiting for so long it might take some time for a reply to come, but his phone pinged almost immediately.

[10:39] First of all, avocado is a fruit. Second, I eat plenty of other vegetables. And third, what happened at work?

(10:41) It may be a fruit but I dont want it in my smoothie (10:42) And some guy came in and started throwing axes at the wall

Sunday evenings were usually more relaxed. It was why Eddie typically didn't work Friday or Saturday nights unless he needed some extra cash or they needed someone on deck.

[10:44] Hold the duck up someone was throwing axes!! [10:44] *duck [10:45] *FUCK

Eddie snickered through his eating and had to take a moment to swallow before something came up. He always enjoyed telling people what he did for a living.

(10:46) Cool your jets man (10:47) I work at an axe throwing range (10:48) The problem with this dude was he didn't have an appointment (10:48) Just came in and started throwing an axe at the wall

[10:50] Are you okay? That sounds dangerous

(10:50) My uncle handled it (10:51) Eventually the dude left

[10:52] Oh wow. Well I'm glad you're okay. Axe throwing tho. What an interesting job for someone of your age? 🤷

Steve was lying in bed and he buried his face into his pillow as he sent it with the shrug emoji. It was so transparent, he knew it. But he needed to have a better idea of who he was talking to. That way when Robin did eventually find out, he'd be able to tell her something, anything.

(10:53) Smooth (10:53) I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours

Eddie knew now was the time to be cautious. But he was also curious as to how much Steve would tell him and just what he wanted to know. He wasn't disappointed.

[10:54] Male, 23, 5'11

It was like the bare minimum of information and yet Eddie was already aggressively tamping down any hope that he might have a chance. Without his permission, hope bubbled up anyway

(10:55) Male, 24 going on 25, also 5'11

Steve stared at the text with the mystery person, mystery man's information. It seemed like so little and yet so much. He still hadn't an idea of what he looked like. But now he could at least get a general silhouette.

(10:56) Ur not one of those guys who lies about his height are you?

[10:57] Robin says my hair gives me two inches but she has no idea what she's talking about.

Eddie was thinking about how Steve must wear his hair. It could be in a sizeable pompadour, or maybe a nice afro. Maybe it was in a bun all the time? That was not what he typed out however.

(10:59) You know what they say (10:59) It's not the size but what u do with it

Okay this was it. This was where Steve stopped texting him. You can't just say that to guys you don't know-ping!

Eddie bit his lip and only had one eye open as he looked at Steve reply, preparing for the worst.

[11:01] Oh I know how to use my inches

Eddie dropped his phone onto the table and had to get up and pace, touch his face, his hair, throwing his hands in the air. Was this flirting? This felt like flirting. He wished he knew for sure. Maybe it was the lack of emoji. Had Steve put a winking face, he'd know for certain. Eddie leaned against his fridge, staring at his phone, sitting innocently on the table.

On the other side, Steve was burying his face into his pillow, pretending he didn't just say that. Would it come off as playful? As flirty? As casual? Should he have sent a wink? The seconds ticked and it felt too late. Like coughing after saying something awkward.

God, he was so desperate. Why was he even still texting? He had work in the morning. He should start preparing for bed so he had any hope of getting up on time. Steve pushed off the bed and went to his closet when he heard the notification sound and instantly returned.

(11:05) Let's get out the measuring tape (11:05) image.jpeg

Steve felt his heart skip a beat. The picture attached was of the very top of mystery man's head. He was holding up a lock of long, curly hair into the air. Steve studied the picture like he was getting paid to do it. He couldn't see any lower than the bangs on his forehead but there was still plenty to see.

The rings on his fingers for one, how his curls went this way and that. Steve quickly saved it and then replied with a similar pose, holding some hair by the fingers as far as it would go above his head.

[11:07] image.jpeg [11:08] I think you have me beat

They texted for about an hour more before Steve finally decided to be an adult and put himself to sleep, bidding mystery man good night.

Part 3

Fun fact, years ago I worked at an axe throwing place and yes, what happened to Eddie did in fact happen to me! On like my first week too I think

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[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (1)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: two, three, four, five

Word Count: 2,6K (i was inspired by god itself)

Warnings: none, lot of context (i promise the next chapter will have way less filling), light flirting

A/N: I HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT AT LEAST 5 CHAPTERS MORE, I HOPE SOMEONE LIKES THIS FIRST ONE BECAUSE I'M ON MY KNEES FOR THIS DAMN CLOWN. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in other parts! (Side note: i'm spanish, so if there's some mistakes, i'm trully sorry, i don't have beta readers).

It's not enough to suddenly find herself locked in a box with 3 idiots she met a matter of hours ago, no; To make it worse, as it could not be otherwise, it turns out that she is in a bloody circus, ''kidnapped'' by a band of pirates that she recognizes as soon as she sees the red and white tent over their heads, the distressed faces of the poor people that make up the audience, and the costumes of the band around them.

She sighs, and wonders what the hell she's doing there despite knowing perfectly well what kind of decisions have led her to that damned place. Wanna know what happened? Let's recap, shall we?

(Y/N) (S/N). That name doesn't sound familiar, right? Very few know it but the reputation that accompanies the person who responds to it is very famous throughout the 4 seas. She is not a bounty hunter, nor a marine, neither a pirate or a pirate hunter, like the green-haired hottie with whom she finds herself in such trouble, or a thief, like the ginger who she bet, will escape running without looking back at the slightest opportunity she finds.

No, she's a mercenary. She doesn't work solely for money, otherwise she would go against the most bloodthirsty and ruthless of each sea, and that doesn'tt interest her, because she would put herself on the radar of both the pirates and the marines.

No, she is contacted through different channels, none of them direct, and if the job interests her, amuses her, or even piques her curiosity, she accept it. She goes after all kinds of people, whether they are pirates or marines, gangsters at the top of the terror scale or criminals who, like her, tried to keep a low profile.

However, and as we were saying, despite trying to remain anonymous, she is good at her job, a born strategist with an incredible facility to adapt and blend in with her surroundings to sneak into the most remote places, so her existence inevitably began to be noticed along the seas, rumors about this young mercenary with an angelic face, who only responded to her own morals and of whom few escaped to tell the tale.

And this is how she met that group of weirdos who found each others through the power of the plot's convenience; her last assignment was to steal the map from the Grand Line. There are not many, these kept safe and protected in large fortresses throughout the globe, and among all those that she could have tried to steal, she made the horrible decision of going for the one that was closest to her, encountering those three idiots in the crossfire of the disaster that unfolded in Shells Town.

How did she end up giving up the assignment and at that precise moment there, with them?  Simple: Luffy piqued her curiosity. And there are few things stronger than (Y/N)'s curiosity.

"Hey, I know you. I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town, you're the clown guy. Umm, uh… Binky, right?" Luffy exclaimed, as confident of himself as usual.

Buggy, she mentally corrected, arms crossed over her chest, rolling her eyes at the same time the clown corrected loudly and dramatically listed his many nicknames. Which she was sure, only he called himself.

''Wow, you have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are.” The audience gasp. There's confusion in the boy's face, and an almost psychopatic tic in the clown's one. ''What did you just say?'' Buggy asks lowly. ''Just that everyone knows who you are.'' Luffy repeats.

''Nose!? Are you making fun of my nose!?’’

Then came the slap, like the one someone usually gives when a friend is trying to steal their food or touch something they definitely shouldn't. Buggy is killing the straw hat boy with his eyes but the gesture is so… innocent.  She expected threats with knives, to be honest.

And because of the unexpected, she almost let a laugh escape in the form of a cough but she controlled herself fast enough to not grab unnecessary attention to her.

''What's real is...'' Buggy resumes the conversation, getting some distance with Luffy to walk around the rest too.  ’’I’ve been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe-Hand moron…’’ (Y/N) sees how he approaches her, but she didn't expect him to close the distance between each other so much, his nose almost touching her own, sharp blue eyes fixed on her from a slightly lower perspective. The truth is... that she also doesn't know how to tell if that nose is real or not, but now she really wants to touch it to find out. Dear God, what a realistic texture. It’s incredible.

Pressing her lips together in a contained expression as she shakes her head, she raises an eyebrow, letting him know that the joke wasn't as funny as he hoped, and he clucks, accepting defeat in such good humor that no one would say, that is a kidnapping and someone would end up dead by the end of the day.

She heard of him. His reward was not one of the highest but neither one of those that go unnoticed in the East Blue. He was also an eccentric, of course people talked about the blue-haired, red-nosed clown who terrified his victims in a macabre way. Those who survived ended up traumatized.

He is, or at least looks, younger than she imagined, and he fit right in with the urban legends of evil clowns kidnapping children and then dismembering them. She wonders, silently, thoughtful eyes scanning his face and body language from a distance, if this is some softie on the inside with high aspirations in life who was unfortunate enough to bump into someone who traumatized him and hence all this show and facade of the cruel and heartless clown -to protect himself as the good cliché he seems- or if, on the contrary, he is, simply and plainly, a yandere who craves attention no matter how he has to obtain it.

If she remembers correctly, there was also a rumor that he ate a devil fruit. Just like Luffy, which it doesn't take long for the clown to discover after Zoro tries to save the situation by showing off his reputation -obviously it doesn't work- and Nami does exactly what (Y/N) predicted. Not her fault, either, she doesn't owe any of them anything at all.

''Okay. Here ends the theatrics.’’ The lights go out and it’s then that everyone can small the disaster in the air. A chill runs down the back of (Y/N), who tends to infiltrate without being seen and avoids, whenever possible, a direct encounter; hand-to-hand combat is not exactly his specialty. And given the circumstances is impossible for her to know if the daggers she usually hides in the side of his combat boots -for emergencies like this one- are still there. ''I know one of you has my map, and I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said, Rubber Boy? That it was in a safe place?”

How long were they unconscious before? Enough to hijack the ship, get to land, and move 4 dead weight bodies to that circus, locking them in a box. By that point she would bet some member of the gang would have thoroughly searched the ship, and them too. Disgusting.

Buggy takes a last, attentive look at both Zoro and Nami, ruling out that one of the two has the map because when the girl tried to flee, Luffy was not shocked thinking that perhaps she would steal it from him. Which leaves the two of them, Luffy and her, alone with him.

''So, please'' the clown gestures to his subordinates with his head. ''make these two guests uncomfortable in the green room. I’m gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal and…’’ His eyes jump to her, tilting his head to the side with genuine curiosity. ''this beauty that was incapable of taking her eyes off me.''

Fuck. Was it that obvious?

''Doll, you are the only one who hasn't opened your mouth yet and I don't think it's because you’re a shy little flower.'' He begins, circling around her like an animal hunting its prey, analyzing it, hoping to see a chink of weakness to attack. ''Are you bored?'' He asks almost in a whisper near her ear. ''Is that it? Are you so, so bored that you don't think it's worth enough interacting with the rest of us?'' Breaking away from her when he realizes she doesn't falter, he smiles a huge, threatening smile, looking her up and down in such a way that it almost makes her feel dirty. "Or maybe you're the one who has my map, and you're quiet to try not to attract /my/ attention."

She? The map? Wearing such tight pants and top? Yeah, maybe up her ass, but she's not the one who is going to tell him otherwise because if he, or one of his subordinates, comes to search her, she could take advantage of the opportunity to steal some sort of weapon from them.

In particular from Buggy; (Y/N) saw the knives he keeps in his coat and… she wouldn't mind taking a closer look at that interesting nose.

"Busted." She finally admits with a lopsided smile, raising both eyebrows when she sees the surprise on the clown's face. He didn't expect such a cocky response, did he? "I'm not the type of person who likes to attract attention, the spotlight is for others who are more... flashy." She pronounces it honeyedly, repeating the same nickname he used before, pointing at him with a gesture of her chin. "However, I'm not going to tell you where the map is. If you want to find it, come and search for it yourself."

Shrugging her shoulders, she stretches out both arms in a gesture that invites him to come closer. Bold, he thinks, more than pleased with this unexpected turn of events, taking some steps in her direction. She adds once more: "although I would be surprised if you hadn't already done it during the time we have been unconscious"

"Me?" He points at himself, stopping right in front of her. "Take advantage of a defenseless young lady?" He almost sounded offended if it wasn't for the shit eating grin and the eager way he was scanning her body now. "What kind of degenerate do you take me for?"

She scoffs, and Buggy, unsure, seems to consider -for some long seconds- whether or not to do the job himself, (Y/N) being too calm for how helpless she seems. But surely, he knows, she doesn't have any weapons on her; his subordinates were in charge, as she said, of searching all of them as soon as they were brought to the circus.

In the end he gives up, because he would be damned if he dared to refuse to thoroughly touch this mysterious woman who may, just may, have his map hidden somewhere. He strongly doubts it, tho.

Soon enough, he moves again, standing then behind her, and without asking permission, he doesn’t need it either, his hands start roaming her shoulders and sides slowly, making sure to feel anything weird between her clothes and the skin underneath. Like the fucking map, folded until it is nothing more than a small piece of paper easy to hide. 

Because that is the whole point of that scene, right?

"Go on, be my guest." she says sarcastically, trying to stay calm and breathe slowly, because (Y/N) likes to pretend to be made of stone, but not /that much/. The pressure of those gloves against her already tight clothes and the hungry way she knows those -green? blue? difficult to say with those circus lights- eyes are watching her every move make her heart beat a bit faster in something she’d call /the average amount of nervousness when a known, wanted pirate search for something we wants while threatening to kill you if he doesn’t find it/.

Buggy, on the other hand, is so engrossed in his task that his usual cocky smile has disappeared a few seconds ago; he is waiting to feel a change in the girl's body language to be able to guess if she has it or if, on the contrary, this search will be saved in his memory as no more than a small pleasurable pause after all the stress that the goddamn map is putting him through. Because he can't deny it, she's actually a beauty, and in other circumstances he wouldn't mind getting to know her in a funnier way. At all.

Inhaling deeply, wetting his red lips with his tongue, he lets the air out slowly, tilting his head to the side to see her better. He should hurry up and stop making that scene as intimate as it's becoming, audience and all, but he's a thorough man. Or that’s the excuse -explanation- he will give to whoever dares to ask.

"Where the hell did you hide my map?" He asks melodiously as he finishes searching her torso, his right hand starting to go a little lower, getting dangerously close to her hipbone when (Y/N)'s right hand flies up and catches his wrist between her fingers, stopping him dead in his tracks. She couldn't help it, she acted on autopilot, she is not ready to be the main character of a porn movie with audience included letting him roaming all around as he pleases. "Not between my legs, so keep lowering your hands and I'll cut them off." she threatens, turning her face to look at him standing behind her.

Right back, as if those words were magical or something, the huge, shit eating smile of his returns to the lips of the unstable clown, and without letting go, he makes her spin, facing her with both hands on her waist, strongly keeping her in place, sharp eyes fixed on her, and without realizing it, she stops breathing for a second. "You promise?" He whispers, pleads almost, in an amused, delighted tone of voice after such a threat. She was way interesting than he expected, not as shy or scared as an unarmed girl like her should be. He likes that. A lot.

However, he has -sadly- things to do and he did in fact, already lost time with her. His eyes betraying him the moment they land on the girl's lips, Buggy winks at her with a cocky expression and pulls away suddenly, raising both arms "Another disappointment, how many more can our audience endure? You’re the only one left, Rubber Boy, don't let me down." He points him, moving closer, while (Y/N) just stays there where he left her, wondering what the fuck just happened and why does her heart run so fast now.

Adrenaline, probably.

"Take her with the others" he ends up saying to a couple of members of his gang, to which she responds by moving on her own in the direction of where they have taken Zoro and Nami before, preventing them from guiding her by force and discovering the knife she stole from Buggy when he got so damn close to her, and which she secretly hid between the waistband of her pants and her shirt.

Risky, she could cut herself with the smallest movement at the least expected moment, but it was way worse to see herself unarmed.

Buggy, infatuated, takes one last look at her and, raising one hand, waves his fingers in the air with a huge smile on his face as he says goodbye to her.

"See you later, love."