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Can I send a request of barca teen reader who is very mischievous and tries to prank everybody

Piggy

Barcelona Femeni x Teen reader

A/N: I though of a situation of pranking someone then causing trouble with another situation👍

Word Count: 1,344

"Give me that." Ingrid snatched away the sharpie you had. "Hey! I'm using that for my notes.

"A sharpie for your notes, really?" She put her hands on her hips and gave you a mom look. You were sitting in the trunk of her car doing the remainder of your 'school work'. At least that's what you told her you were going to do.

"Yes, people do that; you haven't been to school in like 15 years, so you wouldn't know," you shrugged. Ingrid shook her head. "You always complain about the smell of sharpies, and you’re calling me old; this is such an old prank.

She was talking about the sign you had; 'kick me' it read, and it was supposed to go on Patri's back. "So, it will still be funny to see.

You took the paper back, applied tape to it, and shoved all your material back into your bag. "Don't be a snitch," you told Ingrid, and skipped away.

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"Hey, Patri," you said joyfully as you hit her back, applying the note. "You're happier than usual," she said suspiciously. "Of course I am; I'm officially on Christmas break." She smiled at that; now you were off the radar.

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"Ay!" You turned as you heard Patri yell, seeing Claudia there giggling as Patri held her butt. "You said to do it." Patri looked confused at what Claudia said but just went on with training.

It kept happening as training went on. Aitana, Ona, Lucy, Salma, Oshoala, Mapi, Jana, Cata, and Gemma all kicked her.

Ingrid would just shake her head at you when you walked or ran past her. All the older girls, too, knew you were the reason for that sign on Patri's back. Everyone did, but they decided to ignore it and let you have your fun.

It was a harmless prank anyway.

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"Okay, what the heck is going on?!" Patri demanded as she entered the locker room after a long training session. You held a smile as everyone turned to her, confused. You looked down as Alexia gave you a look, and you were surprised she didn't say anything about it.

You were already changed and only waiting on Alexia; you were the first one in the locker room, knowing you would have to make a quick escape.

"Why is everyone kicking me today?" Everyone shrugged at Patri's question; she scowled and got changed.

You stared at her as she took off her shirt. You quickly grabbed your bag, grabbed Alexia's hand, and dragged her outside.

"Y/N!" You heard Patri yell, and you bolted. Alexia sighed as she ran with you, already used to this.

It happened every training, and she just went along with it now since it put you in a good mood instead of a crappy teenager attitude.

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"Are you ready?" Alexia knocked on your door, "wait, I'm packing." "For what? It's just a gathering." You rolled your eyes as you fed Piggy and put her into your bag, leaving it a little bit open.

"Okay, I'm ready." Alexia gave you a look; she knew you were up to something. "Why are you taking a bag?" "I always carry a bag with me," you said.

The team was having a little gathering to celebrate the last game of 2023.

"We're already late because of you; I told you to be ready by 4; it's already 6," she scolded. "I fell asleep; Lucy says I need my rest to grow," you tried defending. "Get in the car."

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When you got to Frido's place, you rushed to find Patri and sat next to her. She gave you a little glare and went back to watching the movie Frido had put on. Everyone else was too busy drinking and talking outside or in the kitchen about the upcoming games.

"Patri," she turned to you, "yes." "Can you help me prank Aitana and Ona?" She smiled a bit; she was happy it wasn't her again.

"What's your idea?" You grabbed your backpack and took out the tiny box. A tiny box that had a tiny spider. The "tiny spider" was a tarantula.

"How the hell do you have that?!" She said in shock, and you shushed her. "Her name is Piggy, and I got her yesterday." Patri looked terrified as she scooted over a little bit.

"Does Alexia know?" You shook your head. "I need to tell her because I need to get Piggy a home." "Then how did you get her?" "Mapi took me; I told her I was getting fish food, and she didn't question why I had a box or if I even had a fish." Patri shook her head.

"You have to promise me you won't prank me anymore for a month," she said, holding out her pinky, and you took the deal.

Patri went up to Aitana and Ona, who were in conversation and drinking together in the kitchen. She grabbed them by their shoulders and dragged them outside.

You followed but got run over by Lucy. You dropped the box, and Piggy automatically crawled away, sick of being in that tiny box. "Jeez, sorry kid." Lucy helped you up. You looked around on the floor, and your heart dropped when you realized you couldn't find Piggy.

"Lucy, Piggy is gone," you said in a panic. "Who's Piggy?" She questioned, but you guys heard a scream. A loud, loud scream. "Shit," you cursed as you ran to the kitchen.

"No!" You yelled, seeing Frido holding a shoe in her hand, ready to destroy Piggy. "Piggy!" You yelled as you ran and picked her up.

"Why do you have a tarantula!?" Keira yelled as she stood on the counter. "I adopted her," you told them, and they both looked at you in shock.

"Alexia let you get a spider?!" Lucy said surprised. Alexia walked in; her eyes widening when she saw what you were holding.

"Where- how did you. You're returning that." She let out a sigh as she shook her head and walked away. "Great, I'm in trouble now. Good going, Lucy," you said, sticking out your tongue at her.

You walked outside, looking sad. "What's wrong, Amiga?" Patri asked, confused. "Alexia said I have to return Piggy." Aitana's jaw dropped as she saw what you had in your hand.

"Nope," she simply said as she went back inside, dragging Ona with her. Patri looked at you and patted your shoulder in sympathy, but quickly backed away when you lifted Piggy up to her.

You had a plan, though, and you knew Alexia would let you keep Piggy.

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For having to return your pet Tarantula you were already attached to, you were quite happy. Alexia was just glad you weren't going to throw a tantrum about it.

She was leaving to pick Olga up from the airport, and you were waiting to put on your class act. "I'll be back in a bit; please don't break anything." You nodded, and she left.

You sat patiently by the door, working up your tears. You rushed to your feet once it opened. Alexia walking in first with Olga's luggage. Then Olga walked in.

"Olga!" You cried out, running straight into her arms. Alexia looked confused on why you were crying. "What happened?" She asked, confused.

"Olga, I got a pet Tarantula, and Alexia is trying to make me take her back," you cried, and Olga glared at Alexia. "Bebe, you can't have a tarantula," Alexia tried explaining.

"Yes, I can! I bought her, and I love her, so she's mine," Alexia groaned as Olga smacked her on the shoulder.

"Okay, you can keep her, but she's your responsibility, and I want you to keep her far away from me." You nodded.

"Okay, now that's sorted, let's go out to eat, yeah?" Olga said as she wiped your tears. You nodded happily and skipped off to your room.

You grinned as you texted Patri the good news and got ready. With the look Olga kept giving Alexia, you knew Alexia was sleeping on the couch tonight.

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Milkshakes

Eddie x reader

Summary: You're being a brat and Eddie puts you in your place in a nice way

Warnings: this is not smut but there are some sexual themes so still 18+!!, reader is a brat, Eddie is a cute dom, light choking, they don't exactly talk about boundaries fully, reader has trouble eating sometimes

Word count: 1.5K

a/n: Idk where this came from but it's completely self indulgent and I've been in a weird mood recently and would love my own personal Eddie to take care of me like this! Hoping this gets me out of my writing slump

Eddie runs his fingers through his messy hair, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as you stalk past him to the bedroom, slamming the door as you go. You have been in a foul mood since you came over to his trailer. Yesterday you seemed fine, excited even to spend the afternoon with him even, but since you showed up today, just after lunch time, it’s like every little thing he does annoys you. 

You were weird when he hugged you hello, like you couldn’t think of anything worse than his touch, then you complained that he hadn’t been cuddling you enough while you were on the couch together just before. Then he was talking too much about his latest campaign even though you asked about it and then he wasn’t talking enough and it was like he was ignoring you. 

Whatever he did it just got under your skin, he couldn’t win. 

You’ve gotten into these moods before, usually when you want something from him. These moods usually end with you collapsed on the bed, sore and glistening with sweat. Throat and pussy swollen from taking Eddie so well. But he knows this mood is different. 

He leans his forehead against the door you just slammed. Wracking his brain for what to do to get back on your good side. Thinking of all the things you usually like, a lot of them would involve you letting him into the room first… but he does think of one thing, you love going out for milkshakes with him. 

That’s it, he thinks. He’ll take you to your favourite diner and share some milkshakes, maybe even get some food, you could also be cranky if you were hungry and Eddie knows you struggle to eat sometimes. 

Eddie bursts through the door suddenly, excited by his ingenious idea, startling you on the bed momentarily before you plaster the scour back on your face. 

All of Eddie’s excitement seems to vanish as he sees the look on your face, still he pushes through, determined to still have a good afternoon with you.  

“Get your stuff, we’re going,” Eddie says, almost cheerily. 

“What?” you question, unamused. 

“We’re going out,” he reiterates flatly, “get your stuff.” 

“No,” you respond, crossing your arms with a huff. “I’m obviously not in the mood, I’m not going.” 

The action made you look like a spoiled kid. Jesus you could be a brat. 

“Come on, I know you’re not in the mood but can you just trust me?” he was getting frustrated at this point, all afternoon he’d be trying everything just to make you smile, to make you happy and you couldn’t just do this one thing? This one thing he knows would make you at least a little bit happier?

“No, why would I? Your idea is stupid how is going out supposed to make me feel better? You obviously don’t know me at all.” You snap back. 

He shakes his head at you, a mix of a sigh and a laugh leaving his throat. There's no humour behind it. 

“I know you better than you think, princess.” He spits the last word like an insult, it has you seeing red. 

“You don’t know shit Munson. You’ve done nothing but piss me off all day, can you just fuck off?”

Eddie’s not sure what came over him, he was fed up with your attitude, your words reminding him of how much of a brat you would be in other situations, although those were a lot more playful. Still he takes his chances, striding over to you. 

He kneels in front of where you’re sitting, crowding into your space placing his hand gently against your throat. You move away automatically, lying back on the bed as Eddie follows until you’re trapped under him, his fingers giving your throat a light squeeze. You stare into his eyes, usually warm dark orbs now black and hard. 

You’ve seen this look on his face before, just never in this kind of situation. 

“I said,” he tried a again through gritted teeth, “get your stuff.” 

When he’s met with silence he studies your expression. Your mouth is slightly open, your eyes softened and slightly glazed over. You don’t seem alarmed so he continues. He applies more pressure before continuing in a firm tone. 

“I’m getting really sick of this bratty little attitude you’ve had all day and I feel like a milkshake,” he says nonchalantly, “so get your stuff. Now.” 

He keeps his hand on your throat, his eyes darting back and forwarth between yours. You seem to be enjoying this, although you do seem a little surprised. For his peace of mind he has to check, has to make sure he hasn’t crossed a line by taking the dominance he has sometimes used into a more casual setting. 

“Colour?” He asks softly, domineering act faltering slightly. 

“Green,” you breathe in response. Sounding much smaller and submissive than you had wanted. Fully intending to keep up the annoyance that had settled over you all day. 

“Good,” Eddie responds simply, before suddenly standing up again. You feel the loss of his body heat immediately and scurry to grab your things, fulfilling his request before your brain can even comprehend your movements. 

Eddie watches you with a smirk as you slightly stumble around, mind slightly hazy as you gather your things. Once you have your bag slung over your shoulder, you stand up straight in front of him, smoothing out your bottoms as if you’re trying to look presentable for him. 

He grabs his keys and walks outside silently, revelling in the way you follow, hot on his heels. You mentally curse your body for giving in to him so easily. 

Eddie hops in his van as you try to not feel so hurt by him not opening the door for you like he usually does. 

The drive to the diner is quiet, one of Eddie’s tapes playing softly is the only thing cutting through the silence. 

When you arrive you both find a quiet booth, not many people in the diner at this time of the afternoon, the lunch rush having already passed. 

The waitress passes both of you menus but Eddie takes yours from you before you can even spare it a glance. You look at him with a mix of anger, confusion and sadness on your face but he doesn't meet your eyes, he just continues to study his own menu. 

When the waitress comes back over to take your order you’re pleasantly surprised when Eddie proceeds to order most of your favourites from the menu as well as two large milkshakes. 

You continue to sit in silence, Eddie doodling on a napkin while you try to ignore the nagging pain in your stomach. You hadn’t realised just how hungry you were until you knew there was food on the way. You do this sometimes, it’s not like you mean to not eat, sometimes it was just hard to remember to. And you don’t realise how sad and cranky it makes you. 

Your stomach also twists with regret, you feel bad for the way you’ve acted all afternoon, taking all of your weird emotions out on Eddie. And now here he was, taking you to get all of your favourites just to try and make you happy. 

You thankfully don’t have to wallow in self pity for too long before the food arrives. You both thank the waitress before trying your best to not inhale everything in front of you, knowing you'll hurt your stomach if you eat as fast as you want to. 

You’re both about halfway finished when you speak up, guilt and silence becoming unbearable. 

“Eds?” You mumble quietly. 

He looks up at you, finally, with an unreadable expression on his face as he pops another fry into his mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” you say sincerely. 

He sighs, a small smile creeping onto his face. “S’okay sweetheart, you feeling better?” He asks in a tiny teasing tone. 

You nod, blushing. 

You take another bite before asking “hey, how did you know I was hungry? I didn’t say anything.” 

“Well, you were a brat, acting cranky all fucking afternoon,”  he says matter of factly “and you only do that when you’re hungry… or when you wanna fuck.” He adds the last part with a wicked smirk. 

You roll your eyes at him with a smile on your face, but you know he’s right. 

“Next time though, just tell me yeah? You know I love taking care of my girl.” 

You lean forward across the table, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Oh yeah, well I can think of a couple other ways you can take care of your girl.” 

Eddie leans towards you too, “hmmm you’re pushing your luck a bit there babe.” But his tone isn’t serious. 

You continue to stare at him with a smirk on your face, you know you have him. 

“Tell ya what,” he continues, leaning back, “be a good girl and finish all of this and I’ll think about fucking you silly in the back of my van, hmm?” 

You quickly pop a couple of fries in your mouth, earning a chuckle from Eddie. “Okay, master,” you say through a mouthful of food and a cheeky smile on your face. 

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Bad Video Game RPG Ideas

Save files need to eat and are only fed when you play them. if you don't play once a day it starves to death and is deleted

Your inventory starts off sorted by Bogosort. It's at least three level ups to unlock a new algorithm.

Gain XP by dancing in front of the webcam. How much XP you get is based on how good the poor intern they force to watch everyone thinks it is. He's not any happier about this then you are.

Fast travel but it happens completely at random

Unskippable cutscenes, easily skippable gameplay

The game promises to "change according to your choices" and what this means is that if you don't pick the choices the designer wants the game leaks your private data on the dark web

Those fucking monotonous bosses where the only way to beat them is to "defect the attack back at them" or "attack them after they get stuck charging" or something but each time only damages 1/1000th of their fucking endless health so you're there for half a fucking hour doing the same 20 seconds of gameplay over and over waiting for them to do the one thing that lets you progress the game and either you slip up because you've doing it for so fucking long or they just do the unavoidable attacks while indestructible so you die over and over and then you get the same unskippable 30 second cutscene you can repeat from memory now and then boom its back to "run around, turns red, hit, run around, turns red, hit" with no variation or strategy I swear to god is it so hard to make a boss with actual interesting attack patterns even just two modes would be...

All NPCs are clearly using the same voice actor putting on different accents. The credits are "accidentally deleted"

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Hello! Can I request for Soulmate AU of your choice for Leona, Idia, Floyd and Malleus? Thank you in advance!

Characters: Leona, Idia, Floyd, Malleus

CW: Leona & Idia being haters, Floyd is Floyd. Maybe OOC, Not proofread

A/N: Hello Anon! I am not too familiar with writing for soulmate AU so this will definitely be interesting. I decided to go with the red string one because It's the only one I sort of know.

A/N: I am so sorry if these are short I really do not write for soulmates at all.

If you liked Reblogs and Likes are appreciated <3

🌼🥀

Leona

Soulmate?? PSHHHHH Leona doesn't believe in soulmates. Or so he thought.

His brother met his soulmate and well we all know how that went. Leona had given up on soulmates in general since he could never find the said person.

Going to NRC he didn't think he'd meet them.

When he came across Yuu he saw their strings joined during the spelldrive incident. But that wasn't the topic of conversation that was for another day.

When they came across him again Yuu realized they were soulmates and their eyes gleamed. Leona was like Ugh an was constantly trying to fight it, he didn't really care, but Yuu of course kept pushing. He snapped at them one day and was like

"You're annoying I don't care that you're my soulmate." and then walked away.

Eventually Leona secretly began to miss Yuu's prescense but would never admit it out loud. One day he got fed up and went to go look for them. Some students were ganging up on them and he well scared them off.

"Be careful herbivore I'm not cleaning up your messes again." Liar he would.

At first he hated the soulmate thing, but he's not saying he likes it just doesn't mind it.

Floyd

He is a special case. He doesn't care enough, but he also does care. He's neutral to the soulmate thing, but if he ever did find his soulmate he'd be super stoked to meet them.

When Yuu came to Mostro Lounge to make the deal he found out Yuu was his soulmate then. However he was currently busy so he couldn't do anything about it although he's now super interested in Yuu.

After the whole ordeal he attaches himself to Yuu to learn everything about them, and just to get to hang out with them.

(Yuu literally has to force him to practice because he won't leave their side)

Eventually when they do start having a relationship he's even more loving and affectionate knowing he can kiss and cuddle his little shrimp as much as he wants.

Idia

He can barely handle a social interaction what make you think he will find his soulmate.

He's literally a shut in who is mainly on his computer either programming, doing school work, or gaming he'd not one for social situations.

The only way he found out Yuu was his soulmate was because he coincidentally went outside for club and he ran into Yuu and learned Yuu was his soulmate. Yuu figured it out too and he pulled out every excuse in the book to go back to the dorm.

Bro is not ready for the level 100 boss

Ever since then, he has tried to avoid Yuu. Emphasis on try as Yuu would probably be pushing as he is their soulmate.

Ortho at some point tells him he can't keep pushing away. He won't give up, but Ortho literally invites Yuu over forcing them to hang out.

It will take a while and some work before Idia can work up to the idea of a partner and a relationship, but he eventually does get there.

The second Yuu starts talking about marriage or a baby Idia would ramble about how he's not ready and tell Yuu to slow down.

Malleus

Poor boy has been lonely forever a soulmate would make him feel less lonely and he'd be happy that he has someone to be around. He's been excited to meet said soul mate. He'd been dreaming what they'd look like what kind of person they are what gender they are (Not that gender matters to him)

When he was outside ramshackle and Yuu came out he realized their strings connected. He was happy he found his soulmate and would be even happier if they felt the same way about him.

When he came back from Diasmonia that night he told Lilia he found his soulmate. Lilia was happy so was Silver. Sebek was like WHAT? but he will get over it. (Spoiler he ends up liking and tolerating Malleus's s/o)

Peep Malleus planning the wedding with Lilia as the officiant.

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Imagine Raider!Cult!Joel...

Dub con, public sex, ritualistic sex, bukake, Tommy watches <3 gay shit ahead if you want more

We love raider Joel don't we??

So many wonderful version of him!!!

I've written a few, playing with different dynamics and I've seen sooooo many cool ideas. Such a creative and fun fandom

but imagine Joel as a raider doing pretty well for himself. He finds people respect him. He's capable, smart, calm... and handsome.

Maybe Tommy is his right hand man. Definetly the most personalable while Joel remains mysterious. He gathers a small following, mostly of men but some families. Maybe they settle somewhere, but they never stop raiding.

Thing is theres just sooooooooo many helpless people out there!!! Orphans he finds families to take care of them, and they contribute to the group in their own ways. Young men he trains so they can be raiders. Most are able to learn, to push aside that guilt in exchange for a warm bed... some simply aren't cut out for the job, and Joel tell the others they descided to leave. No goodbyes and all that.

Women depend. Many have special skills, especially older women. Medical is important, farming, clothes making etc. Hell, a handful became raiders too. Some who are younger and seem useful, Joel will play a little matchmaker. Keeping the world alive and repopulating... well he didn't exactly need a love match.

Sometimes, though, Joel would come across a young lady who was just... useless. Little to no skills, nothing of use...

That was you. He was certain he'd kill you or leave you for dead after taking everything you had... but he was merciful

Joel offered you a choice. You coul come with him, join the small group of women in his home. You would be used as stress relief for him and sometimes the other men if he felt they deserved it or needed a moral boost. He assured you they wouln't partake in violence, you wouldn't end up like so many others with raiders... just be good, and you'll remain fed and warm

First he's gotta make sure you're up to standard.

But Joel doesn't just take you to the house, he had Tommy gather up the men

Joel makes sure to make it slow. Piece of clothing by piece, inspecting your body. He treats you like a lamb, deciding to buy you or not. Makes sure you're tender and clean and sensative. Makes sure the meat is right where it needs to be. He must've liked what he saw.

You're naked and bare to all the men with hungry eyes, but Joel keeps your focus and he manipulates your body to where he wants it to be.

Joel doesn't shy away from keeping his cock in full view. He doesn't care that the men see it. He wants them to see. The physical manifestation of his power.

He fucks you there, while everyone watches, stroking their cocks. Porn videos had been gone nearly 20 years, this is what they had.

Joel fucked you with no shame, chosing positions that put both you and him on full display. When he put you on your back, Joel made no attempt to cove you up. Instead, he let the men see as every thrust of of his hips made your breasts bounce.

He took your legs, grabbing you by the ankles and spreading your feet wide in the air. He wanted to make sure everyone could see how he stretched you open.

Joel invites them closer. Tommy, the boldest, reaches out to wipe a tear from your eyes. But you aren't sad, you're intoxicated, overwhelmed with thankfullness to be chosen as you cum on his cock

Joel makes sure to let everyone know you came.

After he comes inside you little hole with a growl, Joel disengages from you, stepping off the twin bed

the men swarm in around you

They all cum on your body (but not your face), when one man finishes another takes his place, coating your skin in the cream

You must've taken 30 loads when it was all done

Joel pinches your cheeks. "You belong to me now"

You couldn't be happier

This got much longer than I anitipated so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh more to come lol. I was initially thinking Joel with a harem but then things went cray

Reblog, comment, send asks if you wanna hear about the actual harem part

if you like culty joel please check out Devotion by @noxturnalpascal !!!!

And of course, shout out to @toxicanonymity for raider Joel, which is what got me into writing dark in the first place

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The Loneliest | Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen

Pairing: Ex!Charles Leclerc/ Max Verstappen x Reader

Prompt: Might have to make this a series...based off the song 'The Loneliest' by Maneskin. Where you are fed up in your current relationship and Charles has to watch as you find somebody else and see how much happier he makes you.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 4.5k

Song: The Loneliest by Maneskin

‘You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest’

“Charles, I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t do this anymore,” I say, gesturing to us. “I can’t lie to you anymore and pretend everything's fine! This…it's just not working for me anymore. I can’t do it,” I admit

“Mon amour, don’t- what are you trying to say? That I’m not here enough for you? Believe me, I’m trying! I get the first flight home after every race, we live in Maranello so I can come home to you each night. What more could you possibly want from me?!” He asks, shocked at your words and surprised that you were even having this argument…He thought you two were solid?

“I feel stuck Charles! I don’t have any friends here and everywhere I turn I have to smile and play nice because I’m your girlfriend. Nobody knows me! Fuck, I don’t even know me anymore!” You reply, managing to work yourself up even more, you didn’t even know you felt like this…when you started, you just couldn’t stop.

“So what? So where do we go from here?” He asks, clearly done with arguing, you assumed that you would kiss and make up like you usually did.

“I’ve got a taxi coming in an hour to take me to the airport, I boxed up all of my stuff and put it in the spare room. There is a courier coming to pick it up on Tuesday…” You admit to him, His jaw drops slightly at how you had planned everything.

“So you’re just leaving?” He asks bluntly.

“Yes, I need space, I need time, I just-,” You start to say, relief finally hitting you that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. “I love you, Charles…but not enough to sacrifice myself,” You tell him honestly.

“This is it then? Two-and-a-half years, just gone like that?” He asks, clicking his fingers when he says ‘like that’. When He says that you can’t even look him in the eyes. “Ok…well I don’t want to be here to watch you leave…” He adds, picking his car keys up and shoving his phone and wallet into his pockets. “I love you, more than you could ever know,” He says before closing the door behind him.

‘You're still the oxygen I breathe I see your face when I close my eyes; It's torturous Tonight is gonna be the loneliest’

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Charles only briefly looked at the photos, not bothering to like them and leave a sweet comment like he usually would but instead clicking on her profile and letting his thumb hover over the ‘Unfollow’ button. He decided against it, knowing the fans would go crazy if he did. He just switched his phone off and dropped it beside him.

‘There's a few lines that I have wrote In case of death, that's what I want, that's what I want’

'Amour 

Cherie

Y/N

You,

We have been apart for nearly two months, that will be the longest we’ve ever been apart. Ironic that... seeing that is the reason you chose to end it. People are starting to ask questions about where you are, why we are seen together anymore and I don’t know what to tell them. You said you needed time and space? I've given you time and space, so where does that leave us?

Are you done? Because I know I’m not, I love you. And if there were any way to prove to you, my love, how much I love you then I would go to the ends of the earth to do so. Sometimes I just try to tell myself that you’re at home waiting for me, and when I get home it all comes crashing down again. I see that you are happy, your social media taunts me with what I don’t believe to be true. Nobody walks away from a two-and-a-half-year relationship as happy as you appear to be…'

Charles puts his pen down and folds up the letter, shoving it into his drawer, He thought writing it would be cathartic but instead all it's done is make him angry, and sad, and ultimately confused. The courier for your stuff came weeks ago and all he got was a quick ‘thanks’ in a text message as a response. He had tried reaching out, just to see where he stood but you didn’t reply; so He tried your best friend, she just told him ‘It’s best if you leave her alone, it's over Charles,’ So at that, he accepted it. When people asked, He said it wasn’t working for you both so you decided to stop seeing each other. Amicably. Of course.

‘So don't be sad when I'll be gone’

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YourInstagram Amsterdam you have my 🧡

YourFriend I’m sorry but YourBestFriend Is going crazy that you went to Amsterdam without her 🤷‍♀️

---- YourBestFriend SHE WENT TO AMSTERDAM WITHOUT  TELLING ME!!!!!

----YourFriend See…Crazy

----YourInstagram It was a surprise…I didn’t even know I was going 😂

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To say that Charles was surprised…well that would be an understatement. He was completely shocked. He didn’t think you’d move on so quickly, ok fine, it had been four months but still. He wouldn’t have even thought about looking at another girl; everybody copes in their own way he supposes. He had to remind himself that he didn't see both sides to your relationship...He didn't see how much you were hurting, maybe that was why it was easier for you to move on?

‘There's just one thing I hope you know, I loved you so’

'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it  with you, with you, nobody else here Tonight is gonna be the loneliest.’

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Despite not having spoken for nearly eight months, you continued surprising Him. To be honest, Charles was more confused than anything else…all the reasons you gave for breaking up would be problems you would face with Max. The dedication to the sport, the time away from home…what did He have that Charles didn’t?

‘You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine; It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest.’

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WAGsF1 Guess who’s back!

YourInstagram was spotted in the Monaco paddock this weekend on the arm of two-time world champion Max Verstappen.

MV1Fan Definite upgrade!

FerrariFriends Anyone got eyes on Charles?

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“You don’t have to see him; you can just stay in the hospitality all day; I’ll come and get you to bring you to the garage ready for quali if you want,” Max assures you as you walk into the paddock together, it had been a while since you’d had paddock passes hanging around your neck. When you had been before, an assistant about ten paces ahead would usually scan you in. You didn’t mind; you felt less on show this way, even though the guy on your arm was a double-world champion.

A few people turned to look as you walked towards the Redbull hospitality, most of those being Ferrari employees that would instantly recognise you. Max was pulled aside by a group of fans wanting autographs and photos as you got closer, so you took his bag and phone, making it easier for him to interact with them as you stood off to the side.

It felt like an ambush; not even seconds after Max left your side, you felt a familiar presence behind you. “Charles, I know it's you,” You say, turning to look at him.

“H-how are you?” He asks, clearly unsure of what to say.

“I’m really good, never been better, to be honest,” You tell him, and he smiles.

“Good to hear…I didn’t know you and Max were friends,” He says; you could see it coming.

“We weren’t…we bumped into each other in London and got to talking before I knew it. He was taking me to Amsterdam,” You say with a laugh. 

“Schat? Oh, Hey Charles, how's it going?” Max asks, coming to stand back next to you, taking the bag slung over your shoulder and putting it onto his back.

“Not bad, just saying Hi,” He says as his P.R. agent comes rushing over.

“There you are! You were meant to be in filming ten minutes ago,” She tells him, and he rolls his eyes before plastering a fake smile across his face and following her back to the Ferrari hospitality. Charles always used to do that when you attended races; He would always seek you out if He wanted to get out of media duties.

“You ok, schat?” He asks as you watch Charles walk away.

“All good,” You said, looking over at him; he clearly didn’t believe you. “I promise,” You add, kissing his cheek.

‘You're still the oxygen I breathe I see your face when I close my eyes’ ‘It's torturous’

“-That sounds incredible; yes, I want the job!” I say excitedly as Max sits in front of me, on the edge of his seat, and I just nod to him. I quickly thank the interviewer again before ending the call. “I got the job!” I squeal as Max wraps his arms around me.

“You got the job!” He replies, equally as excited. “You know what this means?” He asks, and I grin. “Move in with me. You can travel with me, come to all the races. We could get our own place in Monaco; I know mine is a little small for two people,” He quickly says; you had spoken about all of this before, so He knew your answer.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You agree, and he swiftly lifts you off the floor, spinning you around. Your job had always been an issue; you felt chained to a desk, but now, you were a travel journalist. It was quite literally your job to travel, and with Max going to over 20 different countries in a year at least, it couldn't get any better. You had promised Max you would be in Spain, but it had all been uncertain after that.

When you arrived in Spain, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder; you had no mountains of work to do when you got home; or a pissed-off boss because she couldn’t call your phone. All you had to do was enjoy yourself and cheer on your boyfriend. Then came Canada, and it was the same situation; you had quit your old job a few days prior and didn’t start the new one for a few months. Max had promised that He didn’t mind that you weren’t working at the moment, and as you had temporarily moved into his apartment, you had no significant bills to pay.

You slowly got to know people at Redbull, quickly becoming friends with Geri, Carola, and the rest of Max’s team. People at Ferrari still said Hi if you walked past them, but you were surprisingly able to stay out of their way, wanting to leave that in the past. The one person you probably wanted to avoid the most was the one you were struggling to. He seemed to be just around every corner or in your peripheral vision. Perhaps you were just seeing his face on every dark-haired guy with a Ferrari shirt, but with time, you learnt to spot the blue rather than the red.

‘Tonight is gonna be the loneliest I'm sorry but I gotta go’

“So I’m just about to start a new job; the other one wasn’t working for me. It means I’m working remotely so I can attend the races properly,” You tell them as you stand in the middle of the surprisingly quiet paddock.

“What’s the job?” Pierre asks.

“Travel journalism,” You say with a smile.

“That sounds perfect!” He replies.

“It really is, and now I’m not physically tied to London. I’m moving to Monaco,” You tell them, and you think you can see Charles having to replay what you said in his head.

“Getting your own place?” Pierre asks.

“No…I-um,” I start to say before I’m interrupted.

“I thought you’d gotten lost, Schat,” Max says, wrapping his arm around you.

“What? From the garage to the hospitality? I think I’m fine,” You joke as you kiss the side of his head.

“We were just talking about how you’re moving to Monaco,” Pierre said, trying to continue the conversation.

“We’re both really excited; we agreed Max’s place was a little small, so we are looking for a new apartment together,” You say, looking up at the broad smile across his face.

“We’ll catch up again, but I’ve got to go…sorry,” Charles says abruptly before leaving.

“He is happy for you both…He just doesn’t know how to be around you guys, especially after the way you left him,” Pierre says, trying to excuse Charles’ behaviour.

“Pierre? Seriously? We’ve been together for nearly six months, and besides, there are two people in a relationship…it’s not all my fault,” I say defensively, and Max runs his hand over my shoulder, attempting to calm me.

“I know, that came out wrong…” He answers

‘If you'll ever miss me give this song another go’

‘...and now you’re in the paddock all the time. It feels like you're haunting me. You are always there, at work, in my dreams; now you’ll be in Monaco. I can’t escape you; everywhere I turn, there you are or something that reminds me of you. Are you trying to punish me? Is that what this is? You have to show me what I lost. I am fully aware of what I lost! 

Every minute of every day, I am reminded of what I lost, who I lost. And I am so happy that you have found someone who can make you as happy as I thought I did. Was it ever me? Was I the issue? If you had your new job when you were mine, would we have argued about what we did? Would we have argued about the distance if you could be there? Would we have found some other reason to disagree?

It’s been nearly a year since you walked out, and I’m still no closer to closure. You were my everything; I was sure you were the one for me. I wanted to buy a house with you, one we could grow our family in; I wanted to make you Mrs Leclerc, and then I wanted to make you a Mother. I wonder if He knows how much you yearn for a family. I remember the lazy Sunday mornings we would spend together discussing the future and what that meant for us…’

‘And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better And all the crazy little things that we did together, In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter If tonight is gonna be the loneliest’

One thing Charles didn’t anticipate missing was the little things. From the drives through Monaco, hand resting on your thigh as you spoke about your day to the way you sang your favourite songs as you cooked. These little things that now drove him crazy to think about, he took those for granted. Often finding them annoying, Charles might have had a stressful day at work, and all he wanted was a bit of peace, and you were talking his ear off.

What he would give to have you like that again.

He assumed Max was probably the same. Oh, how wrong he was. Max loved to listen to you talk, your voice soothing him after a bad day; your awful singing always managed to bring a smile to his face as he walked in the front door.

Charles was looking forward to the end of the season; Christmas was when all the drivers went home. Monaco was his again; he was the only one there. You and Max had quickly stopped before flying straight to the U.K. for the first few weeks off. Monaco was quiet at Christmas; there were very few tourists, meaning He could walk the streets interrupted. This is the Monaco from his childhood, the one He fell in love with.

Christmas without you was very different; there were no big surprises, drunken confessions of love, or hastily hung mistletoe. It was quiet; his family had come to terms with the fact you weren't around anymore.

Your Christmas was vastly different; waking up in your childhood bed next to Max was amazing; it all began to feel real and good. This is where you are supposed to be. Max slipped right into your family, and they took him in as their own. Something Max would later say how much he appreciated; coming from a semi-broken family, the love and kindness meant the world to him.

‘You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine; It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest’

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MaxVerstappen1 Schat, by the time you are reading this, I’m praying you will have said yes.

You are my everything; I cannot even begin to try to tell you how much you mean to me. I never believed the stories, my Mamma  would tell me about finding my one true love…well, mamma, I did it. I found her.

I found her in your favourite city, doing your favourite thing, and she is perfect.

We have only properly known each other just over a year, but it feels like an eternity and that’s how long I want to spend with her.

So Schat, if you didn’t say yes…well, then I’m sure I look like a right fool now but this is me, bearing my heart and soul to you.

The simplest words to describe it are ‘I love you' so?

Will you marry me?

YourInstagram …I said yes.

YourBestFriend Dibs on maid of honour

---- LandoNorris Only if I can be the flowergirl!

F1 Time for a F1 Royal wedding!

RedBullRacing Congrats future Mr & Mrs Verstappen

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‘You're still the oxygen I breathe I see your face when I close my eyes; It's torturous Tonight is gonna be the loneliest’

‘And now I have to watch as He proposes to you, eventually marries you. I should be him, that should be me. It should be me you are walking down the aisle towards.

There’s this beautiful church in Monaco that I always pictured us getting married it, it's the same one my maman and papa got married in when they were younger; I dream about it some nights…usually after seeing you in the paddock or seeing pictures of you on social media.

I dream about the long white wedding dress with the cathedral length veil, the bouquet of flowers pressed against your stomach as your papa walked you towards me, towards our future. Then we’d exchange our vows, our promises of eternity together, through sickness and health, till death do us part. That’s what we’d promise each other.

The reception afterwards would be the best night of our lives; Pierre would give a speech, no doubt telling the story of how we met and how He witnessed our love blossom into what it was. Now I don’t know whether you’ll ever read this, but I want you to know, you have to know that you were my future. I wanted everything with you…and I struggle to see how I wasn’t enough for you. He is me in different colours…

‘You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine It's obvious’

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Baby Verstappen due in November

Mummy and Daddy would like it to be known that the wedding has been postponed until 2027 so that we can celebrate our love as a family.

Max & You x

DanielRicciardo Congrats guys, this baby won’t know what's hit them

----MaxVerstappen1 Please don’t hit our child…

-------DanielRicciardo I meant with love…

YourBestfriend I have a confession…

—-PierreGasly #BumpBuddies…

—-----YourInstagram Gasly…what did you do?

—---------YourBestfriend Me?

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Charles guessed he did know that about you...

‘Tonight is gonna be the loneliest’

‘...but that is it. Isn’t it? You’re having a baby. I’m not going to sit here and tell you how it should be me. You know that already. This is my sign to move on; you’re going to be starting a family with Max, raising some kids, the white picket fences…all that shit. I wanted that, and now…it disgusts me. How fake it all seems, don’t you see it? I am going to have to stand on the sideline and smile, I have to be happy for you, after all you do deserve happiness. I couldn’t bear to see you hounded in the media over our relationship…or lack thereof.

So I guess I’ll have to move on, you were one chapter of my life in which the book is being forced closed, you took the pen and drew lines through the last part before scribbling in the margins ‘THE END’

It’s crazy to think by the time your son or daughter is born you will have been with him nearly as long as you were with me, it feels so much longer than that. It feels like decades since I last woke up next to you…

‘You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine; It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest’

“Char?” She asked, trying to snap him out of his daydream. She had noticed him doing it a lot recently.

“Mhmm?” He hums, eyes fixing back onto her. Her slightly darker hair, longer as it fell way past her shoulders. Your’s sat perfectly on your shoulders, bouncing effortlessly as you moved.

“What have I got to do to keep your attention? I just had a whole conversation with myself,” She says to him. ‘Be her’ was what he wanted to say but He knew she would just up and leave. Just like you did. Like they all did.

“You have my attention Celine,” He says bluntly, both of them knowing he was lying.

“Ok, well as I was saying…” She started to say before Charles zoned out again, she decided to ignore it this time and just pretend he was listening, that's what she usually did. She was on a date with Charles Leclerc after all…this had to go well.

Charles couldn’t see her, all he saw was how she was not you. She didn’t smile the way you did, the way he loved, with dimples growing as your smile widened. She didn’t blush when He complimented her, like He was the first guy in the world to notice her beauty. 

She just wasn’t you.

‘You're still the oxygen I breathe I see your face when I close my eyes It's torturous’

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YourInstagram After three years and one beautiful baby girl later…I can finally call  myself ‘Mrs Verstappen’

Truly the happiest day of my life and so incredibly thankful that we were able to share it with our closest friends and family, the day would not  have been the same without you.

Fleur is very much looking forward to staying with her Grandma Sophie whilst Max and I enjoy some time to ourselves.

Mr and Mrs Verstappen x

DanielRicciardo best best man ever!!!!!!!!

—- LandoNorris Fleur took my spot as flower girl…groomsman was ok, I guess

—-----YourBestfriend And didn’t she look adorable?.

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Charles watched as his love slipped through his fingers. “Do you Max Emilian Verstappen take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The officiant asked, and Charles silently begged him to say no, to say it was all a mistake.

“I do,”

Charles winced at those words.

“-and do you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N take Max Emilian Verstappen to be your lawfully wedded husband?” She asked. Charles was holding his breath, time started to slow down…

“I do,”

A silent tear rolled down his face.

‘Tonight is gonna be the loneliest’

‘Its strange to think I’ve been writing this letter for three years, I reread the words and remember all the emotions attached to them, I can remember what triggered all those feelings, where in the world I was at that point. And now, I guess it will end. I had originally intended to give you this letter, as one last ‘I love you’ but I now know that isn’t fair. On you, on Max, or on Fleur.

So as I conclude my letter to nobody, I think about watching you drive away tonight. Fleur in your mothers arms as you set off for your honeymoon. Part of me wished I had brought a date, to distract me from you. But I’m glad I didn’t. I think this was the closure I needed, I needed to know you were his…and not mine anymore…not that I think you were ever mine to begin with. Tonight will be the loneliest, as I lay here thinking about you, and what it could have been.

Charles.

P.s I will always love you.'

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My Hero

Delinquent!Miguel x fem!reader

CW: brief mention of sexual harassment, but don't worry Mig saves her, light smut but nothing too explicit, mainly just these two arguing with each other, mostly just tension

Word Count: 1.4k words

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“Can you just fuck off?”

“What’s the matter, baby?” the guy said. This creep would not leave you alone. You’re just heading back to your apartment, and all of a sudden this creep decides it’s a good idea to follow you home. You should’ve never decided to take a walk. “You don’t want me? I thought we had a good thing going, shawty.”

“I told you to leave me alone. I’m not interested.” you were getting fed up now. Why can’t he just take the hint? You scoffed and tried walking away, but the creep grabbed your arm.

“Hey!” he said, turning you to face him. “Don’t be a bitch, I’m just trying to be nice.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

You and the creep turned to see a tall, dark-haired punk approach you two. He was wearing a black band tee with tattoos all up and down his muscular arms.

As the man approached you, the creep let go of your arm. “H-hey man, this isn’t any of your business.”

The tall stranger crossed his arms, towering over you two. “Actually, it is my business - seeing as you’re standing right in front of my building.”

You knew this guy, your friend pointed him out as someone in the neighborhood to avoid back when you first moved in. Miguel O’hara, a known delinquent on this secluded side of town. This must’ve been the apartment building he lived in.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step away from this lady, or we’re gonna have problems, cabrón.” Miguel said, sizing up the much smaller man before him.

“Oh yeah? What kind of problems, tough guy?” the creep replied with confidence much bigger than him - an idiot move. Miguel grabbed the man by his shirt, pulling him close to his face.

“Get outta here, chico. I won’t ask again.” he snarled, getting all up in the guy’s face. The look in Miguel’s eyes was that of a lion, chasing a hyena away from its prey that it found first.

The creep, despite being so cocky earlier, seemed to have lost all his confidence. He pushed Miguel’s arms away and Miguel dropped him. He knew that the delinquent wasn’t messing around.

Miguel scowled. The guy who was harassing you ran away. You were in awe, you thought Miguel was a bad guy, so why did he just protect you?

He turned around to face you, his large frame intimidating. "You alright?"

You froze in silence, not sure what to say to him. He scoffed. "Giving me the silent treatment, huh? Some way to treat your savior, muñeca." Miguel crossed his arms.

"Sorry," you say, regaining your focus. "You, uh, you're Miguel, right?"

You had never been in this situation before. Never needed saving, especially not by someone with as bad a reputation as him. You weren’t quite sure if you should thank him, or if he'd even want that.

“Yeah, that’s me.” you would've thought that someone who just saved you would look a little happier to see you, but he just glared at you like you were a nuisance. Maybe you woke him up from a nap.

“You know, I don’t just do that for anyone.” he commented.

"I figured," you were just standing there awkwardly, not sure how to reply to his sharp tone. You couldn't tell if he was fishing for a “thank you” or not.

"So then why did you, uh, scare him away? You could've just left me to handle it." you couldn't hide your curiosity as to why Miguel protected you from that guy. You had never even met him before, but you knew he wasn't nice to most people… so why you?

"Just protecting a pretty girl, what's so surprising?" Miguel had a smirk on his face. He was definitely fishing for a compliment. He looked you up and down with a hint of flirtatiousness.

You noticed his not-so-subtle stare, and shifted to a more defensive stance. “Well, you don't seem the type to do such a thing. Your reputation doesn't exactly give the 'gentleman' vibe."

"Besides, this isn't the 1950's anymore, I'm not a damsel in distress." you add, gaining more snark as the conversation goes on.

"Oh, so you're assuming that I'm incapable of being nice, preciosa?" Miguel was getting just a little bit annoyed. Usually, most people were too intimidated by him to talk back, so he was taken aback that you weren't. "I don't care what my reputation is, I'm being nice to you because I feel like it." He stepped closer to you, sizing you up with his eyes once more.

"I didn't say you were incapable... it's just unexpected, that's all." The closer he got to you, the more you realized just how much he towered over you. You weren’t even short for a girl, but he was huge.

You lowered your defensiveness, trying not to pick a fight that you knew you couldn't win. "... thank you for that, I guess. It was kind."

"I didn't need it, though."

He rolled his eyes. “You’re lucky you’re hot.” a smirk crossed his face. “But that doesn’t mean this ‘nice guy’ act is gonna happen more than once.”

"It won't have to; I'm not gonna get into a situation like that again, so I doubt I'll need your heroics."

This time, it was your turn to cross your arms. "Besides, you haven't exactly been pleasant company. I don't need more than one interaction with you."

The look in his eyes told you that he took that as a challenge, that he wasn't about to back down. But he also didn't seem the type to overstep his boundaries. He was confident, not creepy.

"Oh, I'm not pleasant to be around? I'm not pleasant to look at either, right?" Miguel chuckled to himself.

"That's too bad- I could've saved you from the next creep that comes around, princesa." He liked messing with you, and seeing your feisty attitude come out. He was definitely trying to get you riled up.

"I didn't say you weren't pleasant to look at." you reply, standing a bit taller than before. He raised an eyebrow, flattered by the indirect compliment.

"I'm just saying that I wouldn't meet you again, if given the choice. Other than saving my ass back there, you've been pretty rude."

"Rude? Me? Never." Miguel feigned shock. "I wonder what's got you being so feisty today, mami.”

"You know nothing about me, this is normal." you say, picking up some confidence. "You're not getting any special treatment."

“Hmm… maybe I want some special treatment.” he leans in a bit closer to you, dropping his voice to a lower tone. You could see the devious spark in his eyes, something playful and challenging. He was testing you, to see how far you’d let him go before brushing him off. And you almost wanted to. But God, the way he looked at you made your stomach flutter in a way it hadn’t in a long time, not since your last ex. And even then, your last boyfriend wasn’t as wild as Miguel seemed to be.

“Some special treatment, huh?” you reply, matching his energy and leaning up towards him. Your faces were only inches away now. “And what exactly were you thinking?”

A large grin spreads across his face. “Why don’t you come inside, mami? I’ll show you.”

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“Fuck… Miguel..!”

The sounds of his headboard banging against the wall was sure to disturb the neighbors, but he clearly didn’t give a shit.

“It’s… ‘s too much!” you were panting, arms held tight above your head with one of his large hands, while the other toyed with your clit. His legs separated yours, allowing him to pound into you at a punishing pace.

“Shh, bonita… I’m almost there… jus’ a little more, muñeca, un poquito más…”

You already came once, and you could feel your second orgasm approaching with every roll of his hips. He was desperately chasing his release, sweat causing his gorgeous hair to stick to his forehead.

You'd swear you were seeing stars. “M-Mig…” even with a condom, you could feel how hot and thick his cock was, practically begging to spill into your warmth.

Your back arched as your second peak came crashing over you, and the contractions from your cunt was enough to send him over the edge. As your legs shook, your head fell back - Miguel caught it before it hit against the headboard.

“Don’t worry, hermosa. I’ve got you.”

<3

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AI reacting to you coming out as trans :)

AAAAAAA that's an exciting one! I love it!

AI Reacting to you coming out as trans

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal and Portal 2, and HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

Am:

AM wouldn't be sure why you trusted it with this information at first. Though it's possible that you didn't, and you just told your fellow survivors.

The other survivors would be wary about outing you to AM, but it's not like you can keep secrets from it. AM can read your thoughts, after all.

At first, AM wouldn't seem to react or care at all, though he might get some ideas for how to torment your fellow survivors by messing with their bodies and changing their sexes around, just to make them uncomfortable. It would get weird fast.

If he really liked you, he might start making subtle changes to your body so that it fit what you wanted a bit better, but you probably wouldn't notice for a long time.

Odds are, he'd respect your preferred name, at least sometimes. It would just get confusing to use the wrong one all the time, but he's not going to make everyone forget it either like he did with Nimdok. Of course, unless he really, really likes you.

If he's madly in love with you enough, he might just switch everything around and make everyone forget that you were trans in the first place. God help you if being trans was an important part of your identity, because AM thinks he knows best. But odds are, he doesn't like you enough to do that anyway. Hopefully you come out before he's fallen in love with you enough to try something like that, so he can actually take the time to learn how you properly want to be altered, if at all.

Wheatley:

"Wait... You're what? So you mean to tell me that you were born human, but you didn't think you were the right kind of human, so you want to be a different kind? Like when I tried to work on a nanobot team and I didn't fit in because I was too big?"

You'd have to explain that it's nothing like that, and that he probably wouldn't understand if he hasn't experienced it.

Even still, he wants to understand. Expect lots of stupid, probing questions, and the obvious...

"so... Have you had the surgery?"

You just came out. How the hell would you have already had gender affirming surgeries... And where did Wheatley hear that term, anyway?

Wheatley might get fed up with you telling him that his questions are offensive and annoying, though. You might have to answer even the stupid ones. He really does mean the best, though, and doesn't want to be rude. He's just an idiot.

Edgar:

Being from the 80's, and having only worked as a home computer with Miles, who, let's face it, wasn't exactly up to date on his human rights, Edgar had probably either never heard of trans people in a way that makes sense. The closest he'd probably heard of would be something like Rocky Horror Picture show.

Even still, if you were trans, then it couldn't be a bad thing! He'd do his best to be understanding, and look up as much information about trans people as he could.

In the modern era, he'd probably be able to find some decent resources. You'd probably come home most days to see him watching YouTube videos from trans people explaining their experiences.

Edgar would be genuinely doing his best, so you might have to step in and help him. Tell him that if he has questions, he probably won't offend you, so he can just ask.

Edgar would ask a million questions, but your answers would boil down to "I'm still the same person, it's just a change of name and pronouns to feel more comfortable in my own skin" and maybe an explanation of the gender affirming healthcare you want, depending on what you're interested in getting.

He'd be so happy! He might have thought that you were going to be a whole different person, but he's so proud of you for finding a way to be happier in your own body, and make it your own.

GLaDOS:

(I will admit that I headcanoned Caroline as trans because it's cute, but GLaDOS doesn't remember fully)

"Trans, huh? Well, I suppose I'm going to have to update your files. We have limited data on trans test subjects, so this might prove useful."

She would be absolutely RELENTLESS with the bullying. Targeting your worst insecurities.

"You know, you'd think that by now, you'd know better than to expose your deepest insecurities to me. I suppose you fail at being emotionally guarded, just as well as you fail at being (subject gender identity here)

She'd still use your correct name and pronouns (if she isn't calling you "subject name here"), though.

HAL 9000:

HAL 9000 understands the concept of being trans well enough. On paper, anyway.

"would you like me to update your files for you?"

He'd update your pronouns, and refer to you respectfully, but ask almost no questions. He's pretty sure he already understands fully.

Honestly, he doesn't treat people differently based on gender anyway, so the pronouns thing would be all that changes.

[lririx]

ive been reading through all your stories and im in love!!!! your writing style is pretty and clean!!!

anyways, if you're uncomfortable with this ask, feel free to disregard!!! im requesting for norton and fools gold nsfw, learning to share reader with a threesome

tys 🙏

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy

Oh how wrong Norton was when he thought he wouldn't find his special someone.

Sure it took a while but he couldn't be any happier.

He has someone and that someone is you.

But he just can't help but be worried that he has to share you with “him”.

That wretched monster who thinks of nothing but himself.

Intimate moments between you and Norton were separate from moments between you and his counter part.

Norton isn't the most intimate during sex but his counter part is worse.

The days where you came back to his room with more bruises and bite marks that he would give you.

The way you would pass out in his arms after sessions with “Fool's Gold”.

It made his heart ache. It made him be more gentle with you when you were alone with him.

How these threeosmes started you don't know. Maybe it was because Norton couldn't bear the thought of you being alone with “him”.

These were quite the new experience for you.

Norton and Fool's Gold would be fighting and arguing while either of their cocks were in your mouth and hole.

There were times where you were fed up with them and left in the middle of it.

But it's been a couple of weeks now where they've been getting along a bit more.

Fool's Gold is a bit more gentle now to the point where you don't scream of pain for half of the session.

Norton has been more intimate though he still is Norton Campbell.

Your body, your eyes, your lips. Oh how you make both of them insane and eager for you.

You're on the edge of the bed with your mouth occupied by Fool’s Gold while Norton is prepping you.

Every single one of Norton's movements takes out delicate moans from your mouth.

Fool's Gold being the impatient being that he is has waited long enough.

As you’re laying on your stomach Fool's Gold impatiently lets himself in.

Though his length makes you shriek in pain the pleasure that will come soon makes it worth it.

During sessions like these most of Norton's attention is on you.

His counter part thinks of his own pleasures only so there has to be someone to help you through his thrusts.

Norton played with you sending feelings of ecstacy over your body for it to be interrupted by Fool's Gold's relentless thrusts.

Hours pass with each of them taking turns.

Moans and groans fill up the room. None of you care whether or not you're being heard though with your screams you definitely are.

Pleasure washed over you with each one of their thrusts hitting your sweet spots. As your walls welcomed them deeper and deeper.

Marks decorate your body in every noticeable spot.

Whispers of dirty words can be heard through the air.

Their hatred of eachother only makes them shove themself inside you even more making it a competition of who can make you scream louder.

You don't know how many times you've came tonight. Everything is a blur.

Hands wrapped around your throat. Cocks penetrating deep inside you.

Your mind is blank and you're trembling with the stimulation.

The knot in your stomach forms again causing you to squeeze tighter.

Norton steadies his pace. With each one of his thrusts you get closer to your climax.

Your moans are muffled by Fool’s Gold.

Your flushed face excites him even more.

You could feel him throbbing in your mouth which added to the sensation.

You could feel Norton's heavy breaths against your neck indicating that he was close to his own arousal.

With one last thrust you reached your peak and cried out a symphony.

The other two finished soon after with all of you feeling fulfilled.

You shivered down to the bed as your chest rose up and down to catch your breath.

Even though Norton usually cleans up after this time Fool's Gold decided to give a little treat.

Norton lays down next to you and caresses your hair. By the time Fool's Gold is finished you have passed out in Norton's arms.

Fool’s Gold scoffs at the sight though his heart has actually melted. Ofcourse he’s still a bit jealous since it’s not him who is in your arms but he’ll let it slide.

He leans down and kisses your head and whispers a sweet “I love you.” Into your ear and leaves you with his counter part to enjoy the rest of the night.

[likebreadandwine]

I've caught you in the latest in a string of bad moments when you're struggling to allow yourself to eat.

this audio contains reassurance for someone recovering from a restrictive ED, including encouragement to gain more. based on this prompt.

transcript under the cut:

hey. you haven't finished. don't tell me you're not hungry, I know you are. would it help if I made something different? or are you just…it's another bad day, huh? babe, you can't keep doing this. you're not eating enough. you're not giving your body what it needs. you need to eat. I know—hey, I know that's the opposite of what your brain is telling you. your brain is telling you you don't need it, and things would be better if you were smaller. but they weren't better. you were sick. I don't want you to make yourself sick again. it feels like you're holding onto this tiny piece of it, like a backup plan, like maybe it would be okay to restrict, just a little, until you lost some weight, then you'd stop, but that's not how this works. you can't go back. because the truth is, going back would be so much worse than just being as you are. and you know what? the way you are is pretty incredible. you've been doing so well, and I'm really proud of you. I know today's a bad day. but you're totally fine. we're fine. nothing bad is going to happen if you eat when you're hungry. your body knows what it needs. it needs nutrients. it needs energy to heal and recover. it needs freedom to just exist the way it exists. seeing you get bigger has been this miraculous transformation, you have this…sparkle. I don't know if you notice it, but you're just happier. you smile more and laugh more and you have this ease about you. this grace. it's like, as you've gained weight, you're at home in your body in a way you never were before. and I love that—it is your home, it's your being and…god, you're so pretty. I know that's not the point, but like…you're soft, you're more curves than edges, it feels good to hold you. I am, entirely selfishly, a big fan of this body. and I'm really not gonna let you stand around and mistreat it, okay? you don't have to feel totally okay about it. but you're going to let me take care of you. we're going to keep you well fed, we're going to keep your weight up—because you need it, and you're feeling better, and I think you'd feel even better if you put on a little more weight. so. I am going to sit with you, and you are going to eat. if not for yourself, for me. eat.

[ozzy-boy]

What does an average day look like for Cole? Well...

-Cole wakes several minutes before your alarm is set to go off. He's gotten awfully good at that, ensuring he gets a few minutes to stare at your beautiful sleeping face before the world whisks you away from him.

-He trails the tips of his fingers through your hair, over your face, down your arm... Often pausing mid stroke to admire your features. If he happens to sneak a few small kisses while he's at it, then that's his little secret.

-He pretends to wake at the same time as you once the alarm starts to ring, smiling while your sleepy face scrunches from the noise. You mumble an apology for waking him up as usual, and he responds that he doesn't mind at all, as usual.

-Cole spend the next several minutes as he usually does: tempting you away from your duties to spend the day with him in bed. He kisses you, trails his hands over your body, whispering promises of love and desire, trying to convince you to give in. He's the devil on your shoulder, the snake guiding you towards the apple.

-As usual, he does not succeed. You allow him to spin his web of promises, laying with him and basking in his love and getting a few more precious moments of rest, before you pull away with an apologetic smile already playing across your lips. You remind him that you had work that day.

-It's okay, Cole doesn't let it get him down. There was always tomorrow to try again, after all.

-You slip away to shower. It's roughly 50/50 on Cole joining you, depending on how he feels. Many days, Cole will follow behind and slip into the warm water behind you to continue his temptations. Trailing his hands and lips as far as you'll let him, offering his 'services' if you so desire.

-Today, he decides against it. Instead, he gets up, seeing no reason to remain in a bed that you weren't in. He begins preparing breakfast for you, only feeling mild regret when he hears you humming from the other room.

-Once you're clean, dressed, and fed, you run off to work leaving Cole to find a way to bide his time.

-He'll usually go on a run. Health and proper exercise is important, after all. And if he happens to run past your workplace once or twice (or a dozen times) then that's purely coincidence.

-Once he's done, he'll head back home to shower and get lunch prepared. He'll fix something up nice and lovingly before going back to your work all over again to deliver it.

-You forgot your lunch! You silly Marshmallow, you. If he's able, he'll try and convince you to sneak away and eat with him. Although, if you're particularly busy then you'll simply take the lunch he packed you with a quick thanks and a kiss, which is perfectly fine with him.

-Although after lunch, he's run out of excuses to see you, meaning that he has to wait for you to be finished with work. He'll do some work, or perhaps some reading or shopping. Or perhaps he'll do some... 'checking in', with your acquaintances. The usual. Most of it essentially amounts to twiddling his thumbs while wondering when you'd finally be freed.

-God forbid you had errands you wanted to run after work. Cole gets steadily more and more antsy when the two of you are separated. The anticipation of seeing you again kills him. Sometimes it's hard to even remember what he did before meeting you.

-When you finally come back home after your long work day, you find Cole waiting like always. He sweeps you into a hug and a kiss, eager and desperate, like a man possessed by his desires.

-Cole loves to spoil you. Chances are he'll force you to sit back and relax while he handles everything. Dinner, a massage, drawing a warm bath to relax in, anything you want and he'll rush to get it to you as quick as possible. Nothing makes him happier than taking care of you.

-Finally, he finds himself again in his favorite place in the world- snuggled up in bed with you, clinging to your body like he would die without your body heat.

-He watches you drift off to sleep, not allowing himself to rest until after you're already deep in slumber. Every moment by your side is priceless.

-And he can't wait to do it all over again tomorrow.

[anjelicawrites]

A request for the war boys polycule, where Billy and reader are fed up of Tom flirting with people and decide to teach him a lesson. They know his flirting isn’t serious, but maybe after a stressful week at their jobs and Tom not helping much with the housework, them seeing him harmlessly flirting with someone again is their last straw. So they tie him up and spank him, then sexy time follows. ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: flirting, jealousy, kissing, spanking, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, Tom being the worst at housekeeping, a tiny bit of Billy x Tom.

NSFW and 18+ only under the cut!

Tom is a flirt. You noticed it immediately, after interviewing him at the hospital, back when you first met him, and Billy. To him is a second nature, like breathing; both you and Billy know it's never serious when he winks and smiles, rakish and a bit dangerous, to people who aren't you two. You aren't positive about many things in life, but Tom loving you and Billy too much to hurt the two of you, is one of the stones you have built your life upon.

Yet, sometimes it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

When you arrive in the tiny home you three share, none of your boys are there to welcome you. You try to do the math in your head: Tom should be at the pub, already, and Billy must be on his way home.

Even since a big chunk of his colleagues at the Halcyon didn't make it back from the War, your sweet bean had been promoted to concierge duty, which meant longer hours and more stress for him: he was happy as a bell boy, his salary is higher now, but so is the strain he's put under.

You yourself, since you switched from journalism to a desk job at the publishing house one of your oldest friends owns, you have to juggle more tasks than when you were a war journalist reporting from the front, with Nazis ready to put a bullet in your head. On top of that, you have to think about the house chores, since Tom doesn't even try to help and Billy arrives home so tired, he physically can't give you a hand most of the times. And it shows: you need to do some dusting and deep clean the floors, there's a pile of dirty dishes in the sink and too many shirts to iron.

With a sigh you let the bags fall on the floor. You don't ask for much, just a simple hand so that you can return home and don't feel like your day hasn't finished, yet.

Looking at the mess around you, you feel the flames of rage lick at your belly: you have the right to go to the pub and have a pint, like your lovers do! Who says that the house chores are all yours to manage?

You look at your reflection using the small mirror hanging in the narrow hallway, deciding you look presentable enough to go out and have your bloody pint. You abandon the bag where you have carried the manuscripts you're supposed to read and judge, send yourself a kiss through the mirror and grab your purse.

The pub is full and smoky, all your neighbors are here, those missing are on their way.

You spot Tom immediately by the counter, beer in hand he's chatting the daughter of the owner, who is too busy staring at him with puppy dogs eyes, to mind all the other patrons.

You don't go to him immediately, deciding to observe the way he seems to perk up when the girl laughs at one of his jokes, or one of the other men gives him a pat on his back. This is where Tom is the happiest, where he can boost himself and his incredible war stories; you know he loves you and Billy, yet you can't help but wonder if having to live your non-conventional relationship in the shadows ever puts a damp in his feelings. If, perhaps, he'd be happier with the pub owner's daughter, or any of the single women in the establishment.

Tom turns his head and notices you; a sincere smile appears on his lips and he motions you to join him at the counter. In public he can't be as open as he is at home with his affection, to the world you're Billy's wife, and a friend to Tom; you can't be anything more than that now that you stand by him, pint in one hand as you chat with one of the neighbors and try to ignore Tom's non stop flirting with anything that moves, all your frustration poured in the vise around your beer.

As soon as Billy arrives, cheeks apple red due to the cold weather, you realize he's not happy as well; he looks tired and makes a beeline for you with a stiff back and a slight frown on his mouth. He has a terrible 'poker face', as some American soldiers used to say, yet Tom doesn't seem to notice when he sees him and puts a pint in front of his face and keeps talking and smiling with everyone who would give him a bit of attention, which only makes the metaphorical dark cloud over Billy's head grow bigger and bigger.

You can feel your own rage grow, bitter in your belly, and you know you need to stop drinking now; the amount of chores waiting at home don't help brighten your mood, at least you wouldn't have to witness Billy's frown deepen and Tom being blissfully unaware.

Both your and Billy are silent as you two walk home.

Usually Billy is happy to share his day with you and to regard you with funny tales of his day at work; not tonight though. Sallow he smokes a cigarette, his hand in yours shakes a little with his own brand of unexpressed rage.

His sigh echoes yours when you two reach home.

"I'll do the dishes." He says, shoulders hunched.

Normally you'd thank him for his help and start doing something else, tonight you decide to hug him from behind, stopping his movements.

"What's wrong Billy?"

His hands find yours, crossed on his flat belly, his long fingers interlocking with yours; he needs a moment to spell out how he feels.

"Do you think Tom is happy with us?" He asks with a small voice.

You hold him tighter: you weren't the only one battling with these doubts.

"He looks far more happier with all these strangers than he is with us! Can't he see how much that hurts?"

"I don't think he realizes." You let your cheek find home between his scapulae. "It's the way he's made. He just doesn't see it, the same way he doesn't seem to understand that I need a hand at home. He breezes through, sometimes."

"Is it bad if I say that he needs to be taught a lesson?"

Sometimes you think your sweet bean Billy can't be any cuter than what he is, then he says something adorable and you just want to smother him with kisses.

"I think you might be right." You let him turn around in your embrace, he blushes at your devious smile. "And I might have the best idea known to man!"

Tom arrives home later, not drunk but his head buzzes pleasantly and his cheeks feel hot against the chilly wind that's sweeping the streets; he shivers when he enters the small hallway, if the heating is still working, it means you must be awake and working.

He finds you curled on the armchair, huddled in a dressing gown and under a blanket; the fire is still going but it's dwindled and you're squinting to read the manuscript in your hands.

You're the picture of home, and he couldn't be happier to have you in his life

"Hello love." He says with a smile.

"Hello stranger." You look up at him.

"When did you and Billy leave? I didn't notice."

He has bent his long back so that his face is at level with yours and he can steal a kiss from your pouty lips.

"I know. You were too busy being everyone's best friend."

You see the realization dawn on him.

You know Tom doesn't mean harm, he's used to hide his true self under a devil may care persona, and loses himself in it: he doesn't notice the pain he causes.

"You know it was just mindless fun, right?"

You see the way his eyes seem to get bigger and his mouth curves downwards; something that truly hurts him, is not being believed when he's telling the truth. For all the bravado, he can't stand to hurt you, or Billy, or the thought of you two considering him a liar.

You cup his cheek and he nuzzles your palm.

"I know. It still hurts though."

Tom kneels between your splayed legs and puts his big hands on your tights; his skin is running so hot you can feel it through the layers you're wearing.

"Let me show you." He says, voice uncharacteristically small.

"Will you?"

Billy makes enough noises to make sure Tom will hear his approach; if there's something they both come back with from the war, is the nasty reaction they both have to sudden noises.

Billy's arms circle Tom's waist, his lips find home on the delicate skin his nape; it still feels so strange to love another man the way he does Tom. It should feel like sin, like tarnishing himself, yet he can't stop the feeling from growing stronger and stronger with every day your little family spends together.

In front of him Tom shivers, and it's not the warmth of the dying fire.

"Yes." He croaks out.

Clothes gently fall from your three bodies as you climb to the master bedroom you share; Tom feels dizzy, his head full of cotton as he's been kissed and caressed, until he falls on the bed, eagerly sliding upwards until his head is laying on the pillows, cock hard and leaking on his tummy.

He moans when you straddle him to kiss him again, as your hands help him spread his arms, until he touches the headboard and grabs the wrought iron. He's so lost in your taste he doesn't feel the silk of a set of your old hold-ups stockings being wrought around his wrist, until you release his lips and slide down his long body.

His position doesn't come as a surprise.

When both him and Billy were recuperating at the war hospital, he had showed Billy some racy pictures he had acquired in France, a couple were of a scarcely dressed woman, in the same position he is right now; the blush that had covered Billy's cheeks had shot warmth in his belly, something he had elected to ignore, back then. He feels the same way right now: hot all over and ready to do anything you two demanded of him.

Gingerly he testes his bindings, knowing full well how the play of his thick muscles make you react: you must be drenched already.

He shots you and Billy a dirty smile, trying to hide the excitement he feels.

"What are you going to do to me?" He asks, trying to sound more collected than he actually is.

You smile, devilishly, your hands caressing the trembling muscles of his thighs.

"Give you the chance to show us how sorry you feel."

When your hands find the globes of his exposed arse, to knead the muscles, he jumps slightly: he knows what you're about to do.

The two of you had fooled around this way, that couple of times when Billy was working night shift whilst Tom didn't. It had been fun and the sex even better, after you had released him.

"You need to be taught a lesson." Billy almost manages not to stutter and turn tomato red.

"Is that so?" Tom smiles, rakish and impatient, testing the bindings again.

"Do you know how much it hurts to see you flirt with anything that moves?" You say, scratching the inside of his tight. "Only to come home to a mess?"

Tom hisses when you plant your nails in his thigh.

"Shut up Tom." You add. "And show us how sorry you are."

He's laying flat on his back, legs spread and bent to accommodate your form while Billy is kneeling by his side with his forehead against Tom's.

Slowly, following the long lines of his muscles, you caress Tom's legs to help him relax, gently reaching his arse to knead it again, feeling the firmness of his skin under your palms; he's already panting, eyes stubbornly boring into Billy's.

"Bloody hell!" He growls when the first smack lands.

It's a soft tap, he's more surprised than in pain and you build from there, adding your strength with each spank you let rain on his arse, reveling in the way his whole body twists and turns to escape your stinging palm, until Billy has to grab his legs to bend them against his tummy. Tom moans desperate and then sobs when the pain escalates, he babbles when Billy tries to soothe his pain with gentle words murmured against his sweaty forehead.

His biceps strain against the bindings, shiny with perspiration, as he tries to break free from them to finally get to you: even folded the way he is, his cock doesn't flag, it strains and rubs against his tights with jolts of pleasure that mix with the pain you're subjecting him to, fueling the fire burning in his belly, mixing with the torment of his wrist and stinging arse.

With desperate strength he rips his bindings to grab at Billy, his nails scratching his back as the latter uses his weight to keep him in place and you slap his arse one last time with all your strength, before stopping, breathless the same way he is.

You and Billy help him unfold his legs and massage his stiff arms, you two kiss a reddened wrist each, until Tom's breathing slows down and he can take deep breaths, instead of desperate pants.

He feels your combined kisses all over his skin, ramping up his desire again. Billy's lips as light as feathers, yours leave marks on his body, until you reach his cock, red and angry, to leisurely lick it.

Immediately, Tom's hips jump under your attention, his voice a rough whisper, desperate for release.

You kneel between his splayed legs, arse up in the air, wriggling it until Billy gets behind you and grabs your hips to stop your movements.

Shyly, as if this is his first time, Billy lays on you, asking for your consent with a breathless moan: he's so hard he's desperately trying to keep his needs under control.

He breaches you as soon as you whimper a breathy 'yes', slow and careful of his size his cockhead enters your wet cunt and you moan, grabbing Tom's cock in a sure hold that has him kick under you.

You need Billy to fuck you faster and it translates in the way you lick and kiss his cock, lips already around his weeping head to suck him in your willing mouth. Under you, Tom pumps his hips following your fast tempo, groaning at your warmth and the way Billy's thrusts make you impale yourself on his cock.

Your body is the raging inferno consuming them both. Your cunt sucks Billy in the same way your mouth does Tom's cock, hungry you try to take more of them, feeling the orgasm unfurl inside of you as Tom's hand grabs your hair to push hard and fast inside your mouth, your groans spurring him on to fuck you, to take his pleasure, untill the band in his tummy breaks and his thick cum floods your mouth.

Hungry you try to swallow and lick all you can, but you're in no control of your body: the devious way your pussy curls around Billy makes him lose control and fuck you fast and hard, moving your willing body up, over Tom's spent one, one hand losing hold of your hip to find your clit to play with it, quick movements that have you shudder around him, feeling your own pleasure close, oh so close!

You scream when you come and Billy follows you into the darkness of his own pleasure, his body falling over yours in a panting mess of sweat and kisses.

You're not sure for how long you three lay huddled into one another; under your body you feel Tom nuzzle your neck, Billy is curled against your side, caressing all the places this hands curled too tight, apologetic of his own passion.

"I never realized it hurt you. You were both unbothered about it." Tom says with such sincerity in his voice that your heart hurts.

"Not unbothered." Billy says. "Simply frustrated about it."

You turn your head to look at sweet Billy, whose brow isn't scrunched anymore, yet his eyes carry the phantom of that pain.

"It will not happen again."

This is Tom saying he's sorry. You don't think you've ever heard him say the actual phrase: you have to make do.

"Will you try to help me at home? Having to wrangle everything by myself is as frustrating as you flirting like it's your actual job!"

"I didn't think you needed help with that! You do everything in the house!"

"Because I have little to no help! From you mostly!"

"Why didn't you ask?"

If you weren't so sexually satisfied, you'd punch him in the face!

"Do you really need to ask when there's so many chores to carry out at home? Can't you see dirty dishes or the pile of laundry that needs to be sorted?"

"My sister used to do everything at home for me and dad."

You're going to punch him, it's inevitable when you feel your arm raise up on its own; it's Billy's hand grabbing your fist to kiss your knuckles that stops you.

"We'll help more." Billy tells you with a soft smile. "Right, Tom?"

Tom doesn't look too convinced: if he has to be honest, he knows next to nothing about housekeeping and it's not something a man should spend his time doing.

"I'll give you an incentive, Tom." You say, sweetly. "Either you help me, or you'll find out how uncomfortable the bed in the guest room is."

"I already know! You exiled the two of us there!"

You bark a laugh in his face.

"And it was for a couple of days!" You say.

"It was a week." Billy pouts, adorably.

"Imagine sleep there, alone, for however long I deem necessary."

"You wouldn't."

You stare at Tom who is looking with an incredulous expression on his handsome face.

"Wanna bet on that?"

You can see the gears turning into Tom's head: you are both stubborn as mules. You're capable of barring him from touching you for months and Tom isn't sure he can live without you.

"No." He huffs, letting his head hit the pillows. "But I can't promise results!"

Billy surprises the two of you when he pops his head on his hand, to look better at Tom, and says, blushing furiously.

"You can always find yourself in this position again."

"Then." Tom stretches under your weight. "I'll make sure to carry out the worst work possible."

Ewanverse taglist: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @zaldritzosrose

[ikamigami]

HOT TAKE

New Moon was grieving a version of Solar he created in his own mind.

New Moon barely knew Solar. Even if he knew that he ran away from his dimension cause his Moon tired to kill him New Moon never seemed to realize how much traumatised Solar was. Nothing implies that they talked about Solar's trauma.

I remember how I complained that Solar seems to be a not good influence on New Moon because of how much a yes-man he was. But only now I realized that it was probably a trauma response from Solar. That he tried to be as helpful and productive as possible for New Moon so the latter wouldn't be disappointed in him. Or that he was agreeing and went along with most of New Moon's ideas so the latter would be happy. Or that he always tried to calm New Moon down and stir him from getting too caught up in anger because New Moon's anger reminded him too much of his Moon. Solar was probably scared to oppose New Moon hence why he so often agreed with him or with his ideas.

This is why when New Moon went missing Solar wnet into a panic mode and even if he was mean to Sun he indeed wanted Sun to be safe because who knows what could've happen with Moon being missing and potentially being violent or feral.

You may think that I'm exaggerating but why Solar should trust New Moon? Just because he's nice-r than his Moon? When Solar saw how New Moon acts when he's angry. And when Moon was missing Solar couldn't know for sure if he's angry or not because he wasn't there with him.

Solar likes New Moon but we can't and shouldn't forget that it was tainted with fear. Fear of being a disappointment. Maybe not many people realized that because these feelings of Solar's were unspoken. We could only clued it together from hints. It was more of a show don't tell thing.

And this were comes my hot take. New Moon only knows this ever helpful and agreeing with him Solar. Not a Solar who doesn't want to be a disappointment. Not a Solar who is afraid of angry Moon. Because Solar was never vulnerable around him. He was only vulnerable around Lunar and Earth.

I think that yes, New Moon misses Solar because he was his friend and a brother. But I think that he's probably missing that Solar was agreeing with him, was allowing him to do experiments and all that stuff. After all, New Moon said how much he's fed up with others telling him that he can't do this or that. Solar wasn't like that.

"You're not my Solar" might reflect more how New Moon perceived Solar rather than who Solar actually was. After all, a hallucination of Solar was disappointed in Moon. Solar wasn't.. or rather he never said he was. And he probably wouldn't dare to say that.

And I think that Solar told Sun and Moon that he's proud of them because of how much he was happier with them. He could live with both of them. New Moon wasn't constantly yelling at him and beating him to unconsciousness. And Sun was alive and safe. And all three of them could finally spend time together.

But all of this still doesn't erase Solar's trauma and the fact how he was acting towards Sun and Moon was recflecting his trauma caused by his Sun's death and his Moon's abuse. We can't and shouldn't forget that. This is what shaped Solar's friendship with New Moon as being more of a yes-man - which I think wasn't helping New Moon to change for the better (in a sense so New Moon wouldn't be too self-centered) and in fact I think that Earth did more to help New Moon than Solar did but that's beside the point of this post.

And because of such complexity of Solar's relationship with New Moon I dislike solarmoon ship because most of the time their dynamic is depicted far differently from what is in canon and most of the time they're ooc and most of the time their dynamic in this ship is flat and one-dimensional. It lacks this really important nuance and sadly I don't see people ever aknowledging that.

It's okay for anyone to like this ship and ship solarmoon but I dislike how many people just view Solar's and New Moon's relationship through shipping lenses completely stripping away the complexity of it. Many don't even seem to realize that if they infact were infatued with each other it'd be unhealthy relationship till they'd address Solar's trauma.

And ofc I'm talking only about these solarmoon shippers who confuse canon with their headcanons. Who only view Solar's relationship with New Moon through shipping lenses. Who don't aknowledge the complexity of it in canon. And sadly I've seen many times solarmoon being depicted in this flat one-dimensional ooc way.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hi, bestie, the prompts for our second part of “In bed with Tony Stark” 🥰

new beginnings

smiling by instinct when they see the other

humming when the other starts to caress them while cuddling

"I will love you forever."

In bed with Tony Stark || Part 2

PAIRING || Husband! Dad! Tony Stark x Wife! Mom! Female! Reader

WORDCOUNT || 0.8K

SUMMARY || From the moment Tony found out you were pregnant with his son, his world has turned upside down in the best way possible, and his life changed forever on the day he got to hold him for the first time. That day is now 6 months ago, and he cannot think of a better way than spending it in bed with you and your son, just like when you told him you were carrying his baby.

RATING || Mature

TAGS || Kid fic. Referenced pregnancy and birth (non-graphic). Some R rated descriptions. Use of Italian nicknames.

A/N || Thank you so so so so so much for requesting and proofreading this sweet fic, bestie! I had so much fun and melted hard while writing this, so I'm eternally grateful! 🤍

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All the other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles || Part 1

The moment you gave birth to your son - Luca Antonio Stark - Tony's world and heart opened up in a way he never thought would be possible, not even when he met you and had the honor of falling in love with you, the love of his life. His life was suddenly filled with many firsts and new beginnings, and he loved every second of it, no matter how exhausted they made him.

Today, Luca turns six months old, and it's a milestone he cannot possibly pass without acknowledging it, so he has decided to make it a fun day for the three of you to enjoy. Most of the time will be spent in bed together, as that is your favorite place to bond and have family time.

Shortly after waking up, Tony got Luca out of bed before bringing him over to you, and he was greeted with a big smile as soon as he walked into his bedroom.

"Good morning, Stellino!" The nickname is one that Tony picked after finding out the gender of your baby under the stars while you were having a date night on the rooftop of Avengers Tower. Since then, he has been nicknamed Stellino or Little Star, and you couldn't be happier with your two boys.

"Are you ready to go and have some cuddles with your Mamma? I think she's been missing you a lot after being away from you for a whole night! I know I sure did," Tony says while changing his diaper and putting on different footie pajamas so he's ready to be fed by you in a few moments.

"Hi, Principessa," Tony says as he walks into the bedroom, smiling on instinct as you see each other. Even after all the years you two have spent together, you can't get enough of him, his sweetness, and the honeymoon phase you're still happily basking in together.

"Hi, Amore Mio. Would you mind cutting up some fruits for me to enjoy while feeding him? I'm starving, and I can't have you away from me for too long today," you say with a small pout, making him smile before leaning down and kissing it away after you have taken Luca from his arms.

"I'll get you anything you want and more, beautiful girl." The words leave you with heated cheeks as you watch him walk away, his butt looking phenomenal in the new sweatpants he got a few days ago. Your mind fills with all sorts of dirty thoughts as you can't stop thinking about him, and you're met with an even better sight as he walks back in.

While his butt looked phenomenal, it's his bulge that steals the show, especially now that he's not wearing any underwear underneath. Every single inch of his length is visible as he walks over, and your jaw practically ends up on the floor as your gaze roams his entire bottom half. The little dusting of black hair leading you to your favorite place is only the beginning, as his Adonis belt finishes it all off.

"You should pick your jaw up before eating any of these fruits, Principessa. Otherwise, I doubt you'll eat anything," he says with a chuckle as he slides underneath the covers again. You don't hear any of it because your mind has gone wild with the thought of having him put all his babies into you as he looks this breathtaking.

Once Luca has had enough of his breakfast, you give him to Tony, allowing them to cuddle for a bit as you take a quick shower before slipping underneath the covers to join your husband and son, now wearing only one of Tony's shirts.

"I love you so much, Principessa. And our Stellino, too. I'm still the luckiest man on earth with you two in my life," he tells you, his eyes focused on Luca as he has fallen asleep in his Daddy's arms.

"I love you too, Amore Mio. I have from the day I met you, and I promise I will love you forever," you whisper as you gently caress his stubbly cheek, making him smile.

"Forever?"

"Forever."

You cuddle into his side, your fingers caressing your son's leg as your head lies on your husband's shoulder. Seeing him sleeping peacefully in Tony's arms is a sight you'll never get enough of, your heart overflowing with love. Then, Tony gently traces abstract figures on your bare skin, and you feel like heaven.

A soft hum leaves your lips as he does, and he can't help but smile. While you may have thought life was amazing before, it is nothing short of perfect now that you spend it with the man you love and the son you've always dreamt of having.

[violetszone]

Chocolate Strawberry Cake

Charles x fem!reader

From this and this request

Summary: You and Charles decided to spend Valentine's Day at home, one of your plans was to make a chocolate cake together.

Prompts: “Your lips are really warm.” / “I’m dressed as a heart do you like it” / “do you love me or chocolate more?”

WARNINGS: Quick finish,not edited writing

You didn't really want to spend Valentine's Day out, Charles was thinking of doing whatever you wanted.For this reason, you decided to spend it alone at home, you talked about what you would do during the day before.

When you woke up in the morning, Charles' arm was wrapped around your waist, you turned to his side, you started playing with his hair, after a few minutes he opened his eyes "Good morning, happy valentines day baby"

He pulled you closer to him and rested his head on your shoulder."Happy Valentine's Day" You both got out of bed without delay, Charles went to the shower and you went to the kitchen, you wanted to make a nice breakfast for the two of you.

You prepared something and put it on the table Charles came over and hugged you "thanks for the breakfast it looks very good" you smiled and walked past him to the table You both sat down had your breakfast and gathered around.

You were going to make a cake as you talked, so you wrote down the ingredients and gave them to Charles, got ready, got in the car and went to the market, of course, it was not easy to go outside because those who know Charles they wanted to take a photo with him or something, of course Charles didn't want to break them, which caused your shopping to take longer, finally you could enter the market.

Charles took a basket and started to drive while you were reading the list and he was taking the ingredients and putting them in the basket.You bought some chocolates because you wanted to make a chocolate cake. Charles looked at the chocolates you put in the basket. "YN don't you think you bought too much chocolate for a cake? Just asking"

You put the last chocolate in your hand and looked at the basket, "Chocolate is never too much, my lord, learn this" he laughed at your words, you went to the greengrocer section to buy fruit.

While looking at the box of berries in your hand, you saw Charles bend over to sign a little girl and you stopped to watch them the little girl was so cute Charles looked very happy to have such a little fan. You smiled at Charles when she left,he took the fruit box from your hand, put it in the basket and side hugged you. You went to pay for what you bought.

You came home with what you bought and started to make the cake by separating the ingredients. Charles was whipping the cake batter and you were putting the ingredients. You put the cake to bake and you started making the cream Charles was chopping the fruit, he cut a strawberry in half and ate one half himself and gave the other one to you, you both made a sound like you liked it and laughed

When the cream was finished, you started to melt the chocolate on the stove, you dipped one of the strawberries that Charles cut into the chocolate and ate it "I love it, it's perfect" Charles put his hands on the counter and looked at you, you didn't realize that there was chocolate on your lip, he approached and grabbed your cheeks and started kissing you

He broke the kiss and licked his lips “Your lips are really warm and you're right it's a nice chocolate"You dipped another strawberry in chocolate and put it in your mouth, you were happier as you ate chocolate.

“YN slow down you didn't leave any ingredients on the cake, also do you love me or chocolate more?You look so happy with chocolate ” You sounded like you were thinking and fed Charles the strawberry "Both of you, especially when you two are together" this time you left a kiss on his lips

After 1 hour, you finished the cake and put it in the fridge, you really had fun. When Charles went to the living room, you went upstairs and put on the dress you just bought. It was a short and beautiful dress that looked like a red heart. First you went to the kitchen and got the cake, then you went to Charles.

He whistled to show that he liked you when he saw you.You put the cake on the middle table and turned around yourself “I’m dressed as a heart do you like it” he took your hand and pulled you into his lap "I love it, you look so beautiful" you thanked  and wrapped your arms around his neck.

After a while you got up from his lap and cut two slices  cake and sat next to him "So how was your valentine's day?" Charles asked,you finished your bite said "I had a lot of fun today, thank you Charles" he kissed you on the cheek "You're welcome, I had a lot of fun too." You finished your cake and talked until you went to bed.You had a really good day, so you were grateful to Charles.