#but that's a can of worms i'll open later

[faust-the-enjoyer]

@certifiedcodbabygirl asked: heyyy can i request an nsfw ask? Simon Riley fingering us until we cry? like at first we're tryna prove we can hold it in but it gets to the point where we can't and the tears start falling,, lol brain worms

Lost Bet

Tags/warnings: nsfw, mdni, gn!reader, gender neutral anatomy, fingering, terms of endearment, crying (the good type lol), silly whimsical sex, spitting (once), slight fluff, praise, mentions of aftercare at the end.

A/n: Yes I looked up jokes lol.

Divider by: @/saradika-graphics

It started with a stupid conversation you had with him while lying in bed one night, smirking at him as you applied some lotion to your hands before bed, "I'm telling you love, you always cry when I make you feel good.", you scoff, "I do NOT.", he sighs and adjusts his pillow, "Yes, you do, and frankly it's a compliment.", he chuckled as you raised a brow at him and smiled, "Tell you what...if I cry the next time we have sex, then I owe you twenty pounds, but! If I don't, then you owe me those twenty pounds, hm? Deal?", he narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, a small smile pulling at his lips, "You're serious?", he quietly asks as you get under the covers with him, "Mhm.".

A couple of days later, he's got you pushed on the bed, kissing you hungrily, pulling back to kiss your neck as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, "I'm not gonna cry, you'll see.", you chuckle and ruffle his short hair, he groans as he starts kissing your chest, "Yeah, I will.". His warm lips latch onto one of your nipples while one of his hands plays with the other, his tongue flicking while his fingers squeeze your nipples, making you buck your hips towards his, "Fuck...", you breathe heavily, already indulging in what he's doing to you. Finally, after teasing your chest so much, he moves lower, right where you want him to be, his hands pull your sweatpants off, and he rubs your crotch through your underwear, "Fuck, so needy, gonna make you cry for me, love...", you let out a small laugh as he pulls your underwear down as well, "No, I won't, I'll be taking twenty pounds from you by the time we're do-...", your breath hitches in your throat as you see him spit on your hole, looking you in the eye as you bite your lip.

"Give me the bottle, love...", you reach for the bottle of lube next to you on the nightstand, handing it to him, watching him open it with those big fingers of his...the same fingers that stretch you out. After putting a proper amount of lube on his fingers, he starts rubbing at your hole gently, eliciting some heavy breaths from you as you put your hand in his hair, playing with it. As he starts to work you open with his hands, he bites your inner thighs gently, chuckling as you close your legs on his head as tight as you can, purposely. "Simon,", he knows what's coming, "Knock knock.", he sighs, his finger gently probing at your tight hole now, "Who's there?", you moan a little as you feel his touch, "F-foreskin.", he raises a brow as his finger digs in deeper, "Foreskin who?", you close your eyes and gulp, "The world's greatest foreskin teller.". He lets out a chuckle, slapping your thigh lightly, "You need to work on your "knock knock" jokes, love, foreskin?", he finally puts it in slowly, working you open little by little, and you don't know if your moan was interrupted by your laughter, or your laughter was interrupted by your moan. "Like you're any better, Mr. Dark Humour.".

As he kept moving his finger inside you, going a little deeper every now and then, he could see you start clutching the pillow you're laying your head on, slowly melting from his touch. He hums a little, "Ready for a second one, love?", you shake your head, gulping, trying to catch your breath, "Not yet, Simon.". He gets back to stretching you out, this time instead of biting, he's kissing your inner thighs, leaving small, almost unnoticeable hickies on your skin. He's so eager to please you, to make you feel good, but this time, it's not only because of how much he adores you, it's because he also wants you to lose the bet and get those damn twenty pounds, as silly as it sounds. He pulls his finger out after a bit, to which you groan. He smiles and grabs the lube bottle again, "Relax love, do you want a second finger in you or not?", you bury the back of your head into the pillow, "Gonna put the second one in now?", you ask him quietly, and he stops his movements, lube bottle in hand, "Do you want me to?", you nod eagerly and he smiles, pouring some more lube on his fingers, and closing the bottle and throwing it to the side. He's now gently rubbing at your hole with both fingers now, trying to get you to loosen up so he doesn't hurt you.

"Fuck, I loosened you up well sweetheart...I can just...", he slowly puts in his first finger, then the second, no pain at all for you, he knows your body well enough to know when it'll hurt and when it won't, though that doesn't mean he won't ask you before he does anything. You giggle a little, bringing the sides of your shirt up and covering your face with it, "I won't cry", you think to yourself, but you're already hiding your face from how hot it feels, from how giddy you feel. "No no, show me your face, love.", and you oblige, letting your shirt fall, revealing your smiling face. You suddenly feel a wave of pleasure go through you as he starts moving his fingers slowly, curling them ever so slightly as he looks up at you, "You're so warm, love...". After a while of that slow pace, he picks it up a little, hands moving faster, still looking up at you with that hungry stare, his eyes narrowing and his lips turning up into a smile once he sees the desperate look on your face, tears slowly forming in them.

You hold onto your pillow, closing your eyes tightly as you moan, "I won't let it out, you'll see.", but he doesn't care about the bet that much anymore. He puts his other hand on your head, resting his palm on the back of your head as he finger-fucks you, positioning your head towards his and getting his face closer to yours until his forehead is meeting yours, "It's alright love, let it out for me, I'm here for you...". His words ring in your ears, and you shake your head at him, but as you try to hold your tears back, his pace only grows more, and you give up trying to do so. Your moans fill the room as you open your eyes right at him, filled with tears, he usually hates seeing you cry, but not like this, no, this is flattering him and his skills. He curls and uncurls his fingers, and that's it, that's what makes you sob and cry and let it all out, making your tears run down your face, the face that he loves so much, "Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Simon!". He looks at your facial expressions as you cry and come undone, slowing his pace as he sees you try to catch your breath after your high, eventually pulling his fingers out and holding the sides of your face, the two fingers he just fucked you with pointing outwards, making sure to not dirty your face, "Shh...shh....just take a deep breath, you did so well, love, you did so well for me...", he helps you calm down and wipes away your tears, smiling when he hears your sniffles and chuckles, "I lost the bet.", he sighs and caresses your cheek, "That's alright...but I still expect to see twenty pounds on my nightstand tonight, sweetheart.", he chuckles as he gets off of the bed, getting a towel from the bathroom to clean up the mess between your legs. You look up at him quietly, "You ok? I know you don't like it when I cry...especially during sex...", he kisses your knees and sighs as he slowly cleans you up, "I'm alright love, I just hate seeing it happen when you're in pain, but you weren't today, were you....". You smile up at him, resting your head on the pillow and trying to calm down.

#faust speaks #cod x reader #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod ghost #ghost cod #call of duty x reader

[purplink8]

Can I be real for a second? I don't think L giving a foot massage to Light was very in-character of him. Like manga!L would've totally scoffed at how pathetic anime!L appeared when he did that.

I like the rain scene bc it's really pretty (also Light MOANS bc of L? *sighs* yeah i ship lawlight) but I'm always so ?? at anime!L's behavior? The anime made L way too melancholic and y'know self-deprecating kinda guy. In contrast, manga!L (whom I love to death) is so so confident in doing what he's doing and has the time of his life during the Kira case as he's intellectually challenged (by Light) as he figures out the case little by little.

I don't get where the anime creators got the idea that L is a very sad character who cares about justice so much so that he's actually Justice itself? Manga!L enjoys solving cases. I'm not saying that L doesn't care about justice at all- just that he cares more about winning.

So, the anime creators looked at a character who cares about winning (& his own ego) than everything else and decided to... make him give a foot massage to his nemesis (surprise surprise bible symbolism featuring L as Jesus *🤮* coming up) apparently due to accepting Light's (boy's first debut as Judas) 'betrayal' how can there be betrayal when there was no trust between them in the first place and saying "It is the least I can do to atone for my sins"...

The only way I could've made a little sense of this is if L was mocking Kira with that line but the anime just had to go above & beyond to make it (L's actions) seem too genuine for that to be true. which is. so. FRUSTRATING

Manga!L wouldn't have done anything like that. Not even ironically (he'd have thought it to be below him for pretending to be accepting his defeat mockingly to Kira). Even Manga!L's not enough of a bastard to try to compare himself with Jesus (and just after knowing (god knows how) that he's going to die)- like that's too stupid omg: even for a mockery.

Does he actually think that Light would pick up on the (him as Jesus) symbolism and be like 'oh no! L is too noble like Jesus to die by my betrayal i'm such a bad judas how come i NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE'... and decide to spare L's life? Or embrace his inner Judas like the bad bitch he is and finish L for that godawful mockery of Jesus?

Whenever I think about Anime!Light's in-character reaction I crack up as it would be smth like 'wow this guy who graduated summa cum laude from torture university is pretending to be Jesus? lol what a real piece of work. would've expected better from you L: so pathetic lmao i hope rem kills you soon i'm so done with you rn- rip 💀'

Manga!L (if he knew he were going to die (don't know how that's possible in the anime; still we're talking about how the anime creators seem to see L as Jesus so ~anything is possible~) that is) would never go 'guess i'll die' accept his defeat offering a foot massage to his enemy and inwardly throw a pity party being all "… It'll be lonely, won't it?" GIRL you were the one going on & about how you'd EXECUTE Kira once you catch him on live tv (also saying that you'd bring Kira's head to the task force) I REALLY doubt you'd feel lonely if either one of you were to die- that (killing each other) was the point!!

Manga!L is a selfish character: he values his victory above all else so the anime making him accept defeat that easily + gracefully doesn't sit well with me.

#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #manga vs anime #manga!L #anime!L #anime!Light #the rain scene #the foot massage scene #yes i ship lawlight; no i don't think the rain scene was very faithful to L's character in the manga; yes we exist #as you can see i rlly RLLY don't like anime's take on L: i prefer the og manga!L :) #anime!L just isn't my cup of tea #manga!L's confidence in his assholery is much rather appreciated #i keep thinking about how i don't like certain parts of dn anime: the first of which being this rain scene #the second being how the anime handles Sayu's kidnapping and Light's reaction to it #but that's a can of worms i'll open later #i can't shut up apparently so here's a teaser: Light wouldn't have MURDERED Sayu OH MY GOD READ THE GODDAMN MANGA #in which he bends over backwards to protect her! and succeeds!! (at the cost of losing the death note to Mello) would you look at that?? #yeah i'm aware anime!Light doesn't kill Sayu but the way he's shown seriously considering it #(and choosing to let her live only so as to not increase suspicion) #leaves me so ANGRY #SAYU MEANS A LOT TO LIGHT OK? #he would not fucking do that #aaaaand....end rant #p #my meta #sorta #100

[theinfinitedivides]

the rest of the Heeramandi soundtrack just dropped and it's giving Bajirao Mastani meets Muskurahat from Gangubai meets Qala meets Kavita Seth's work on A Suitable Boy. very interesting soundscape choices Mr. Bhansali sir i approve

#tv: heeramandi #heeramandi #manisha koirala #sonakshi sinha #aditi rao hydari #richa chadha #sanjeeda sheikh #sharmin segal #bollywood #local gay watches Bollywood.txt #lot of unknown/underrated singers credited here we love to see it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #Masoom Dil Hai Mera and Phool Gendwa Na Maaro have some gorgeous tabla(?) work going on in the background #Saiyaan Hatto Jaan does too but it reminds me of a song i can't put my finger on rn. if i find it later i'll add it #Ek Baar Dekh Lijiye is very light. very soft very dreamy but not quite enough to put you to sleep. almost PS-2 Aga Naga-esque #just atmospherically not musically #and Nazariya Ki Maari definitely leans into the Kavita Seth comparisions i was making. Madhubanti's voice is so so so rich ughhhh #for how Shreya made it onto the album tho i feel like musically she has the weakest song. i don't know about lyrically i'll have to see #if it comes with subs once the series drops so i know what she's talking about but idk. Chaudhavi Shab is missing something #Sakal Ban is still the best song from the entire thing imo. idk how he planned to beat that when he dropped it as a pre-release single #it's been stuck in my head ever since. there's no getting rid of that he has me singing Hindi in my sleep #curious to see what songs on this are paired with which women in the series bc that will blow open a whole new can of worms

[unopenablebox]

my boss sent out a thing last night like "does anyone want to write a review article for this journal" and i was like "on the one hand, yeah possibly, on the other hand i'm a wretched incompetent and presumably can't be trusted with such a task"

and then i met with her today and she was like "yeah i was just going to offer it to you directly but i figured i'd see if anyone else felt like it. really i think you should do it though because your project is the best suited for the subject and you're unusually good at reading papers and writing"

so you know. that's good

#i think it will be an exhausting process ultimately probably #but good for me to publish Something Somewhere i guess #i'll just write it about stuff i need to be researching anyway #posts i make so that i can later reconstruct past reasoning about why i sometimes think i'm okay at my job #box opener #doctor worm

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Because then you're going to have to answer life's biggest question: What kind of man are you going to be?"

ONCE UPON A TIME: 3.5: GOOD FORM | 5.14: DEVIL'S DUE

#once upon a time #killian jones #peter pan ouat #rumplestiltskin #mr. gold #hades ouat #once upon a time season 3 #once upon a time season 5 #good form #devil's due #maybe later i'll make a further analysis hinging on these two deals alone #i just don't like spewing salt and it might end up being really salty and idk if i want to open that can of worms yet #david nolan #milah ouat #gifs from the fannypack

[tvrningout]

divine beings in dórverold | the chosen

it should be noted that there is a difference between a god gifting a mortal magic and a god selecting a mortal as their chosen. if one should be so lucky to be blessed with a god's magic, that magic will surely be more potent than the average mage's; it is new, not yet diluted by time and blood. a mage with such magic will be formidable and not easily felled.

yet a powerful mage does not walk with a god's favor. they had it for a moment, but a god does not continue to watch over them as they do their chosen. a mortal chosen by a god to be their champion not only gains incredible magic and attributes specific to the divine but a connection to the deity. there are few places the chosen could walk where the god could not hear their call.

some describe the connection as a constant presence in their mind whereas others feel nothing but always find themselves safe from harm in moments of tribulation. how the connection manifests appears to depend upon the deity.

the records we have of chosen mortals state that a deity's own physical attributes begin to manifest in their champions. sunna's chosen gain eyes and locks of gold; nott's chosen gain a silver gleam to their eyes and flowing, black tresses; and the list goes on. it must be noted that there are certain abilities unique to a chosen as well, such as resurrection upon death for sunna's chosen, which truly divide these champions from their mage counterparts.

a god's chosen is given a touch of divinity, a sliver of true divine magic, and no ordinary mage can replicate this.

#headcanons | dórverold #hmm i'm not the biggest fan of how this one turned out tbh #there's just something about it that i'm not feeling but!! now we have a difference between chosen vs magic users #and oh this actually opens a can of worms as far as the idea that magic is diluted by time and blood #like the mortals kinda got the idea?? but having children with another magic user won't help your magic remain strong #it's all up to endir and his guys whether or not the magic is weakened or not and maybe i'll have more thoughts on that later #but for now i just wanted to point out that someone like cyrillo actually is not necessarily chosen just bc nott gave him magic #i might change my mind but for now he's just a really strong mage with a personal connection to nott #whereas rin is capable of much more bc sunna /chose/ her #chiyo in her verse was chosen by mal so he connects their minds as well as gives her magic others might not be capable of #i gotta do a post about eyda too bc tbh i don't know if eyda has chosen so much as he just?? makes deals with people and #gives them magic and taints their souls #we'll see bc i'm still thinking ANYWAY here's your lore post for the night <3 #let's see if i can muster energy for other things oof

[fcthots]

i need to be cornered and told i’m a pathetic little crybaby who needs to be fucked until i’m nice and quiet and dumb

like…exams are too much. jason should shut my brain off and fuck me against a wall pls and thanks

-🍓

Jason was concerned. You've been staring at the same page of notes for 25 minutes. There was no possible way you were retaining the information. Your eyes appear shiny with unshed tears as you've been at it for hours. You refused to take a break because you were too stressed and he was worried about you, but he knew how important this was to you. He tried to help where he could, but this is where he draws the line. He will not ignore you and let you keep torturing yourself like this. He will not ignore your tears, but he knows you won't enjoy any break you take because you'll be stressed about not studying the entire time.

So he'll make sure you can't think.

"Okay. We're taking a break."

He watches your eyebrows predictably draw up together, puzzled. "What?"

"Mandatory break." You try to object, but the moment you open your mouth, he interrupts you. "Nuh uh. We're gonna let that pretty brain of yours have a break, ok?"

He smirks as you freeze, blood rushing to your cheeks.

"We don't have to do what you're thinking, but you are going to take a break regardless."

He finally looks into your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide and your eyes still contain the unshed tears from a moment ago's studying. You don't respond.

"D'you want me to turn your brain off pretty baby?" He chuckles when you nod enthusiastically, not a moment's hesitation. He pushes his weight up from the far side of the couch where he was sat and approaches you. His rough fingers gently hold onto your jaw in stark contrast to the words coming out of his mouth.

"Does my pathetic little crybaby need to be fucked until she's nice and quiet and dumb?" The pads of his thumbs trace your jawline and you're sure he can feel the heat under your skin. He laughs when you nod. "I think she does."

He removes his hand from your chin and uses both hands to move your legs together. He drags them up and sideways onto the couch, twisting you so your back rests against the arm. His hands move your thighs apart so that a moment later he can situate himself in between them. He uses his weight to his advantage in order to pin you to the sofa. One arm is used for support to hold some of his weight; the other worms its way into your hair. It tugs at the strands until your tilt your head up, exposing your neck, much to Jason's pleasure.

He adopts a rhythm. He grinds against you, works a hickey into your neck, and then teases you. It's intoxicating. "Gonna have to flip you over at some point, baby. Maybe I'll keep you worked up until you can't hold yourself up. Would you like that? Being all needy for me? Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll do all the work for you. Your pretty little brain won't have to do a thing. Probably for the best because the only thing you'll be able to think of is my name and how good you feel with me inside you. I'll take care of you. See if we can bring those tears back, yeah?"

God, you loved his mouth. That stupid fucking mouth.

#this is what i was thinking about while studying #dirty talk >>> the actual sex #i hope your exams go better than you'd hoped anon 🫶 #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut #smut #🍓 anon

[goldsbitch]

Hypochondria

part 3 to p1, p2

It's time to tell you exactly what makes me your soulmate. Disaster dinner continues.

20:19

Is it possible to miss someone you've never met? In what strange corner of the universe would this make sense? It felt just like that to Lando - as if he just reunited with an old friend and desperately searched for a way how to connect again. Where to start?

Anita solved that one for him. "Y//N is one of the medics on grid. She was so lovely today. Helped me a lot!" She turned to Lando and then Y/N in a search of some reaction, but those two were stuck in their own silence. She brushed it off and continued. "I figured it would be nice to take her out for a dinner. Wanted to have her join for the club later, but I am afraid it's for invited only, sorry..." she said, with fake modesty. Lando scoffed, completely unbothered by anyone noticing. Anita was doing it again, luring people in and then making sure she nonchalantly pointed out that she is more "VIP" then they are. He usually brushed it of and sometimes found it funny, but this time it made him fuming.

"You are more than kind to do this," Y/N replied and Lando had to close his eyes in order to hide how overcome he was instantly by hearing her speak. Her own voice was always blurry in his visions. Hearing it now, in real life...It was like getting new headphones. "But remember, you should not drink today after the heatstroke...I just need to point that out, can't stop myself," she said semi jokingly.

"Oh course, sweetheart," she replied and took a sip of her cocktail.

Y/N felt a little out of her place in the restaurant, not really sure what she was doing there and why she agreed to come with them. They were a couple, so why was she there playing the third violin? She tried to stop all her intrusive thoughts about Anita's boyfriend. But how could she, the most gorgeous and alluring guy was sitting right there. She secretly watched all of his little moves, the way how he twitched his fingers while holding the menu and wondered how his skin would feel on her own. She cursed herself for being so easily distracted by him. Barely glancing at the menu, she waited for what the two would order and was planning on matching them.

A charming waiter came, shared few words with Anita and recommended some dishes from the special menu.

"I'll have the truffle pasta, sounds great," Anita said, smiling flirtatiously at the waiter. There was an awkward silence, which Y/N tried to fill in. "Yes, I'll have the same, sounds great."

Lando did not even think twice before speaking up. "Um, actually, I really think you should try their salmon. It's to die for. I think you'll love it." He was not able to look at her, while she did the exact opposite. She was taken back by his forward comment. Salmon was her absolute favorite dish. What a strange coincidence that he would recommend it. "Can we get two of the salmon dishes? If that's ok with you, Y/N," he continued, this time finding the courage to look at Y/N. She panicked. "Yeah, yeah. Salmon. Great."

It was like a fire was lit in Lando. He opened the can of worms and there was no way going back. Suddenly, he had all the answers right at arms lenght. And the questions just started flowing.

"How do you like working at the formula 1 medics team?" "Will you be tracking the whole season?" "Do you like traveling so much?" "Are you missing your friends and family?"

It might have been too much for someone to be bombarded with questions, but she found herself excited and eager to overshare. Those two danced a dance of their own, laughing gently and speaking over each other, while also eagerly listening to what the other one had to say.

Anita felt like she was sinking into the chair deeper with every minute that passed. She knew the feeling all to well. Lando, without knowing probably, found anyone apart her interesting. Practically inhaling every word Y/N said. Or at least that's how it felt. Poor girl had absolutely no idea how different this situation was for her this time. Unlike Lando, Y/N still took Anita into account.

"So, Anita, you're a model, right?"

She came back alive and started sharing model related stories, while Y/N listened. Ever-so-impatient Lando just stared at her and started biting his lip in order to stop him from speaking for a moment, realizing that he is in fact not alone with Y/N, but still in a very much public social setting. Y/N listened to Anita, while all familiar phantom pain kicked in, this time in her lips. She kept glancing over to Lando, because it was just too hard not to look at him, when she noticed how vigorously he was biting his own lip. It sometimes happened that her own inexplicable pain aligned with the actions of other. Nothing special.

Lando was at the peak of rude that evening, impatience getting the better of him. "So, Y/N, why have you decided to study medicine?" he said, when Anita took a breath, fully intending on continuing her story. The same way as he interrupted her, she did not give Y/N any room to answer.

"You know what Lando, I am getting real sick of you publicly making it obvious that you don't give a shit about me or what I have to say," she said straight to his face, internally begging for him to deny it.

"I'm sorry, it's just....not every day you meet someone who really does something special with their life," he said, as if Y/N was the first medic he had ever encountered.

"Wow, that's rich. So on top of you not caring what I have to say, you also don't think what I do is interesting."

Lando knew she was right. He knew it all along, but he was also aware of the fact that most of the times, the relationship had been beneficial to both of them. So many emotions mixing in him got him holding his fragile glass real tight.

"Don't play the innocent card," he started, looking deeply into Anita's eyes. "We both know the moment I'm not on the grid, you're jumping to someone else."

The walls felt like they were closing on Y/N. Witnessing couple's fight, however quiet, was never pleasant. All the more when you'd literally just met these people. They played their little verbal tennis, while keeping the decorum composed, as they seemed to be quite skilled at that. Until Lando slipped up. His tight grip on the thin crystal finally ending up with a thousand tiny shiny glass pieces everywhere. It was like a slap to the couple, making them wake up and notice their surroundings. The good old clean up and apology dance began between the guests and the waiters, all of them rushing to help the F1 star with a minor cut that bled crimson drops on the white table cloth. Everybody was so focused on him, that they all missed the second wave of drops hitting the table, this time coming from Y/N hand. She stared at her hand and time stopped. It's not that she was scared of blood. It wasn't that it was the first time something like that happened out of nowhere. It was precisely because it did not happen out of nowhere. Her veins were rushing with panic, instead of blood. She grabbed one of the napkins and pressed hard on her hand, praying that nobody had noticed. Thousands of ideas appearing out of nowhere. So wait, anytime he got hurt, she got hurt as well? Or was it more people? Another coincidence? Her brain was an analytical one. She ran through all the possible little pains that a formula driver could have. It somehow checked out.

She stared at him, completely missing the whole scenery happening in front of her. Anita making a scene, waiters rushing around and Lando trying to calm everyone down.

"When did you crash last time? Like a big one, hospital one," she shot out, as if it was the most important piece of information known to mankind.

Lando felt her panic and intensity for a few moments before she managed to silence everyone, but was equally surprised by her question as everyone else.

"Um, I'd say...yeah, Las Vegas, November." He gave her a questioning look, trying to figure out what was going on her mind, while gesturing the staff of the restaurant to leave them alone.

A massive wave of panic settled over her, images of herself getting admitted to a hospital at that time flashing by. She had to get out there, immediately. And Lando felt that.

"No! No, you're not going anywhere. This is important, you can't just run away like you always do," he said, before she even had a chance to move, because he knew what she was doing. Seen it enough times to recognize the look. If nobody stopped her, she'd be out of there in seconds, not even saying goodbye. A true flight type of person. As if she hadn't been perplexed enough by this point.

"How do you-" she started to ask before being interrupted by Anita, who had have enough.

"I'm sorry, but do you guys know each other?" she asked, with a tone of annoyance barely hidden behind a fake smile.

Lando froze once again, like he had many times that evening. It was not his fault. His soon-to-not-be girlfriend set this seventh circle of hell up. How was he supposed to respond to that?

Y/N hesitantly responded. "No, of course not. I mean, I've only worked with the team here for few weeks anyway."

"Seems like you do, by the amount of questions you're asking" Anita said directly at Lando, fully ignoring Y/N at that point.

"If I had known her, I would not have had to ask questions, right?" he responded, failing at letting his sassy side dormant.

"Is that why you never ask me any questions? Because you know me?"

He bit his tongue. Lando was trying to be good.

Anita made her signature "I knew it" smile once again, which finally set Lando off.

"One asks when they want to hear an answer."

"Great. Charming as ever. You know what? I've had enough."

"Ani, I am really sorry. This is going to sound incredibly rude. I apologize. It's nothing personal. But this is really between me and Y/N."

Absolutely mortified Y/N did not even dare to look at Anita. What the fuck was his game. That was his girlfriend, she was just a random girl.

Anita replied, without missing a beat. "You two can go and play your weird little game without me."

Heavy silence fell, as Anita hastily grabbed all of her things and walked out. Y/N was waiting to see if Lando would even consider getting up and rushing over to her, but knew well enough that that was not the case.

Lando cared. He deeply cared about what Y/N thought of him. "Before I say anything else, please know that I plan on breaking up with her and sorting it out like an adult. This is not how I usually am."

"Ok. I mean, you do you. This is all very...personal," she said, her mind still caught up in her recent discovery. "I'm sorry, this is going to sound strange, but bare with me, this evening is already so much drama, this will not be a great addition."

She was talking to him! Getting curious. Lando would be willing to sit there for hours and listen to her. "Go for it".

"Do you get that weird pain in your left elbow?"

"Yes, after a heavy work out."

"Do you bite your tongue out of nowhere?"

"Only when I'm nervous."

"Ok, ehm. Your wisdom tooth is growing, right?"

"Yup, and it hurts like hell sometimes." This time, it was her shooting questions and him trying to follow in a direction he could not yet fathom. But it was like she was in a trance.

"Ok, ok. You'll think I'm crazy."

"I know you think that," he smirked, knowing they were reaching break through.

"What?" she snapped out of it back to reality.

"You first. I think I also have something you should know." Lando was half excited, half terrified to get his truth out. After all those years, this was all happening in a matter of hours. His life was turning upside down.

Y/N took a deep breath. "The reason I went into medicine is because I have a condition. Random inexplicable pains, cuts, bruises with no real cause of correlation to what's happening with my body. Nobody knew what it was when I was growing up, so I was determined to figure it out on my own." She took out her own blood stained hand from below the table. Lando's eye's went wide. She reached out with her other hand to gesture him that all is fine and no help is needed.

"I think my body mirrors what happens to yours."

"I can feel your emotions. And see glimpses of your life," he blurted out, unable to hold this in for any longer.

//

They did not stay in the restaurant for long. Felt all to public for this type of conversation. Instead, they were back at his hotel apartment, having to sneak in to avoid any unwanted publicity. Once again, they were sitting opposite each other in his living room area.

"So wait...you feel everything I feel? Like physically?"

"Apparently," she said, flabbergasted. For some reason, the two emotions mixing with each other was anger and relief. Her biggest life mystery solved, in the weirdest way possible. Without saying a word, she kicked him in the shin.

"Ouch," he said and she flinched.

"Yep, checks out."

"I can feel your anger, you know? And frankly I don't understand why you're mad at the moment." He was fascinated. The possibilities that laid ahead of them were thrilling.

"I believe at this stage you should also be able to see my anger. Pray tell me why, why did you have to pick a career that is so physically exhausting!" she moaned, causing him to laugh out loud. Yeah, that was really unfortunate on his part. He made a note mentally to hire a physical therapist for her one day.

She calmed down a bit, slowly coming to term that her emotions were not a private thing anymore - well, technically they never were.

"So what, you just casually know what I feel and see random glimpses of my life?"

"I think it's the strong emotions I feel. It seems the closer I am, the stronger it is."

She was silent, hoping to get a little more out of him. He took a deep breath, desperately trying to ease up the mood.

"Your first nights at the university apartment you shared with those three loud girls. No idea about their names, but I remember the excitement about leaving your home. And jesus, the massive mess the four of you made the first week. How at one point you had to wash your dishes in the bathtub, because it was just too much. And how much fun you'd had while doing it."

She couldn't help but smile at that very specific memory. Gone were the unhinged early uni days, for better probably. It was absolutely breaking her mind in two, knowing he had these random glimpses in her life.

He saw (and felt) the positive emotions that entered the chat, so he tried to sway the conversation that way. "Oh, and the incredibly awkward morning when your brought that one guy home, did not realize that one of the girls was in the room the whole time and how in the morning it turned out to be her ex."

"My god, you saw that?" she said, absolutely mortified. He just nodded, his heart jumping when he made her squeamish.

"It was like being there during the incredibly awkward breakfast."

"Well," she gulped, trying to switch attention from her. "Nobody knows this, but...pain is not the only thing I feel."

She dropped the ball and watched it rolling, wondering if he'd catch up.

"What do you mean? Like exhaustion?"

"That as well."

He was still not connecting the dots.

"Had a fun night last night, didn't you?"

His eyes went wide and a strange rush of guilt washed over him. He just stared at her, finally getting why one of her first reactions was an angry one. Not that he felt that way, but the level of intrusion he must have presented to her was a lot to take in.

"Well...you're welcome, I guess?" he said cheekily, smirking because he knew exactly what she would do.

Shocked, she opened her mouth and smacked his hand jokingly, not realizing it would hurt both of them.

"Fuck this shit," she exclaimed and once again, he could not hold his laugh in as she tried to shake the pain out of her hand.

"This is going to be very funny."

"I'm sorry, Lando - this all just so bizarre. I'm barely taking it in. Literally don't understand how you're so calm."

He laughed gently. "Well, I did have few extra days to process. And hearing my name roll of your tongue is distracting enough," he said flirtatiously.

Her cheeks went red and her mind stopped, mind getting filled with desire and arousal. Lando lips turned into a wide smile, him feeling her arousal as if she was screaming it loudly to his face.

"Glad to see my words have an effect on you. This is indeed going to be fun..."

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #ln4 imagine #formula 1 #formula one x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #soulmate au #fluff #lando norris fluff #formula 1 fluff #formula 1 fanfic #ln4 x reader #ln4 x y/n #lando norris x y/n #formula 1 one shot #f1 one shot #f1 soulmate au

[windvexer]

What counts as a spell? Is intent all you need or do you have to do something before to get it all juicy and stuff.

Hi Anon! What a fun question, because there is no answer except this CAN OF WORMS you just opened.

There is no consensus anywhere as to what constitutes a "spell."

There is even LESS consensus as to what makes a spell go.

Intent is a good starting place. It is probably where you should start for all acts of practical magic.

But I find that in it's common form, the idea of intent + willpower = magic has been diluted past the point of utility for most people.

Like if we're talking about "intent is everything" I'm reminded most closely of Chaos Magic. But Chaos Magic is not a school of "just set your intent and you've worked magic!". It's a very rigorously developed system.

In Hine's Condensed Chaos, he lists the third Core Principal of Chaos magic as technical excellence, and I quote:

One of the early misconceptions about Chaos Magic was that it gave practitioners carte blanche to do whatever they liked, and so become sloppy (or worse, soggy) in their attitudes to self-assessment, analysis, etc. Not so. The Chaos approach has always advocated rigorous self-assessment and analysis, emphasized practice at what techniques you're experimenting with until you get the results you desire. Learning to 'do' magic requires that you develop a set of skills and abilities and if you're going to get involved in all this weird stuff, why not do it to the best of your ability?

Later in the book, Hine likens "magical powers" to the concept of achievements, and goes on to say:

Something which is an achievement is the result of practice, discipline, and patience.

Shortly after:

Chaos Magic is not about discarding all rules and restraints, but the process of discovering the most effective guidelines and disciplines which enable you to effect change in the world.

(In above quotes, all emphasis my own)

But these ideas get taken - and I'll give a big nod to the LOA which is just the worst kind of brainrot for encouraging the "intent is all that matters" mindset - and the ideas get diluted so much that people are literally out here saying, "so all those people who spend years studying magic in order to get results are buffoons? All I have to do is imagine what I want and it will be delivered to me? All humans since the start of history just have to decide they want something and it will happen in a miraculous manner?"

(Not you, Anon. I'm just in a mood)

In my mind, yes - something beyond intent must occur in order to make spells go.

But what?

Anon, have you ever heard that dumb belief floating around that all herbs in a spell can be replaced by rosemary, and all stones in a spell can be replaced by clear quartz, and these two things are "universal substitutes"?

I am 95% sure that this nonsense was based on two very popular dictionaries Cunningham wrote in the 80s, the Encyclopedia of Crystal, Gem & Metal Magic, and Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs.

In the very long entry for Clear Quartz:

Quartz crystal is used as a power amplifier during magic. It is worn or placed on the altar for this purpose.

And from Rosemary:

Rosemary is generally used as a substitute for frankincense.

And I believe that someone somewhere got the idea that since clear quartz amplifies all other powers, it therefore somehow magically Ditto-copies all other powers, and like a shapeshifter somehow becomes something it is not nor ever was.

And, you know. What's the difference between subbing out frankincense and blackthorn between friends?

These beliefs have become so popular that sometimes when unscrupulous blogs rip off entire Cunningham encyclopedia entries and paste them into tumblr posts (without credit), THEY INCLUDE THE EXTRA MADE-UP BIT ABOUT ROSEMARY BEING A UNIVERSAL SUBSTITUTE.

Anon, your question is "is it just intent or do we need other stuff to make it go," but sadly,

IMO common beliefs about the stuff that makes spells go have also been diluted past the point of utility for most people.

Because if I sat here and said, "hey Anon, it's not just intent, you also have to use correspondences ^-^/" then the very first thing you are likely to run into is absolute nonsense about correspondences. IMO, effective utilization of correspondences is a skillset based in research, theory, and technique.

Or if I said, "you also have to raise energy! 👍", this may be mistaken to mean, "set intent but also visualize white light inside of a candle," because the concept of raising energy and visualizing has been (IMO) diluted past the point of utility for most people. I believe that effective utilization of energy work is a song composed of many notes and chords, several of which you must practice before you can utilize it.

And to complicate all of this, which non-diluted things in which combinations you need to make the spell go depends on what paradigm you operate off of, because while there are approximately one billion ways to do magic that works, my currently very dim worldview is that most people who are talking about magic are doing magic that doesn't work,

and in my opinion the actual basis and reasoning, like the rationality behind the magical systems is really important. Because you need that shit to understand what it is within that system that makes the spell go.

And you need to understand what makes the spell go to make the system fit into your life without breaking it, and in order to troubleshoot problems without making things crumble further.

Because when people don't understand the basis and reasoning you end up with "rosemary is a universal substitute" and "imagining white light makes the spell go."

There are a few circumstances where you can totally strip technique from theory and be successful, but there are also a hell of a lot of people out here feeling shit about their practice because their spells never seem to work.

So.

I really just recommend choosing what school of magic you would like to learn about and participate in, and reading an introductory book on it.

This is because it is the job of introductory books to explain the principles and theories behind a system of magic, and most importantly, what makes the magic go, and a step-by-step primer on what you, the practitioner, are supposed to do to make that kind of magic go.

Despite above rambles I'm really not a Chaote, so I can't recommend a strong primer. As far as I'm aware, Liber Null & Psychonaut by Peter J. Carroll is a core text.

For Traditional Witchcraft, try The Crooked Path by Kelden.

For something more Wiccan, I can't recall having anything bad to say about Psychic Witch by Mat Auryn.

If either of these things are too Witchcrafty for you, try Six Ways by Aidan Wachter, which is still witchcraft, but it hits different.

For a general primer on helping your spells go, try Elements of Spellcrafting by Jason Miller.

#answered

[haruchi-slit]

A SOUVENIR FROM SATORU

warnings: pussy eating, soft dom! Gojo, use of toys, lots of cursing, office sex?, fucking on the floor

a/n: not my best work, but have fun!

Your boyfriend Satoru, always, as in always brings a souvenir, edible, keychains, expensive or not he will always bring you something, after his business trip or missions but this time..it was not what you expected.

"I have a souvenir for youu~!" Your boyfriend says as he runs to you with a bright aura, holding the gift bag from behind,

"It better not be expensive Gojo Satoru" you glared

"wwuu, scary as always! anyways, here just take it, you'll love it I promise~ hehe~!" he tries not to chuckle as he hands the gift bag to you.

"open it loveyy!" he said beaming with energy,

you once again glared at him as you opened the gift bag, and boy... it was a rampat bunny..you looked at it in shock, and with flustered cheeks as you looked back at him, you were confused, chuckling you asked him,

"What am i going to do with this?", he leans closer to you. "I'll be using that later" he response, and leans back out, and smiled like nothing ever happened.

"Is it for me or.." you asked, he laughs at your response, "See you later y/nieeee! the higher ups are looking f'me." he squishes your cheeks and left a peck on your lips, you watched him walk away, you looked down on the gift bag, making sure if it's really a rampat bunny,

"what the fuck.." you reached the item from the bag, and observed it, it's black, and you estimated that it was 5-7 inches long, out of curiosity, you pressed a button, with made the vibrator move,

"Oh my fucking-! what the fuck?" you screeched, when the item moved like a worm.

✧LATER THAT DAY✧

"nnn~ 'T-Toru, gahh- s'too much" you whined, as Satoru has you on his lap with spread legs, his left hand spreading your wet folds.

"Baby, it's only on level 2" he says chuckling at your pathetic aroused state, running his finger up and down to tease your abused clit, your brain was practically a mush with how much pleasure you were feeling, with the vibrator moving and hitting your g-spot you knew you'd cum in a minute, you knew you're close, so Satoru was quick to notice that, so he held the end of the vibrator using his right arm and shoved it deeper in your pulsating cunt hitting you g-spot, your body shivered and arched with the immeasurable pleasure you've received,

"Nghh~, so fucking gooodd 'Toru." you moaned as you released your orgasm, Satoru removes the vibrator from your gaping hole and set it aside, and had you limping and standing on the desk,

"Bend over baby," he says as he guides your waist to bend over

"Satoru- wh-what are you doin~" you babbled as for, Satoru he's already running his nose to your exposed pussy, overstimulating your delicate body,

"hwuu~ S'toru f-fuck, im still sensitive there, oh good god, baby-!" you tried to warn Satoru, who's inserting his middle and pointing finger in your hungry cunt,

"Try to keep still baby" he says, groaning in your pussy, sending a tingling sensation to your core.

All clothes on the office floor, pussy juices was dripping on the floor too, as Satoru messily eats your cunt like it's a five star meal,

"Satoru s'too much" you mewled trying to support your body, your knuckles was already white on how tight you were gripping on the desk, your nails leaving scratches on Gojo's desk too!

"Satoru, baby i'm s'closee!"you said, giving your warning, as you orgasm on his pretty face.

"So sweet, did you ate pineapple baby?" he jokes, as he pumps his cock on his palm, he then turns you around to face him, you saw his throbbing, angry, pink tip releasing beads of pre-cum he catches his breath trying to control it, as he gave you a passionate kiss, slowly entering your pussy,

you can feel him throbbing cause of the long neglecting, and finally he's in you, you pussy was quick to suck him in as soon as he enters his dick bulges on your tummy which means he's reaching your cervix, you're still high from your orgasm but Satoru seems to be enjoying to overstimulate and fuck you dumb,

"Satoru it's too much baby, ha-!" you broke the the kiss as you squirmed beneath him scratching his bare back and neck,

"Baby please I'll let agh- rest hmm s'good! when im done" he stutters bearly making a sentence cause of how you suck him in, he was having a hard time to go back and forth in your pussy causing him to whine even more.

A few minutes go by, when someone knocked on Satoru's Office,

"Gojo, Principal Yaga is looking for you." The voice was familiar, it was Shoko,

You heard it too despise being fucked dumb, you're not deaf, so to get back at Gojo you purposely clenched your walls tighter, causing him to stutter,

"O-oh ngh, Yeah be ha-! right there, S-Shoko hng" Satoru responds,

"Yeah, ok come quick" Shoko response, and walks away, "have a good fuck too" she mumbles on her way out.

"Oh- yeah be right there shoko nyenye" you laughed mocking him, in which he responded with a hard slap on your breast, "Hghh" you whined, as he slams you on the floor bucking your hips forward his cock pounding raw in your pussy, "You like that hm?" he grabs your hair, you couldn't respond cause of the pleasure, the stinging pain from the slap, and how hard he's grabbing your hair, you had your eyes crossed to the back of your head and tongue lolled out with saliva dripping out of your mouth,

"Satoru ah! ah! ah! hgh!" you screamed, with every scream it was punctuated, you swear you saw cloud nines with how good he's fucking you,

"Mmnh, 'bout to ohh god!- bout to cum, y/n baby" he says thrusting in you with no remorse.

"Fuck-!" he tries to hold his moans back as he shoots thick, creamy white threads in you.

"I'm so sorry baby ha- i just missed you sooo fucking much.." he says as he snaps his hips deeper in your pussy, making sure there were no cum spilling out, with his final thrust you came, you cum and his mixing together, you kissed him, "It's ok baby, i missed you too" you uttered, as you kissed him once again on his forehead.

"Okay that's enough you two, Gojo Sir Yaga is looking for you." Geto says behind Satoru's office door.

a/n: as promised 👻

#jjk smut #gojo #gojo smut #satorugojo #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #jjk

[cronchybuffalo]

HELLO!!! Its me again! 😊 the dynamic anon! im nervous to say thisehnsmdkhsj or send you too much asks but ive been eyeing your emily pfp and your description. do u ever get the thought of Sol in Flying Guillotine Fan Wujiu’s fit cos its green.

ill give myself an emoji so i wouldnt have to refer to myself as dynamic anon

-☕️

Mate- I literally just colorsketch this and then I saw your ask lol (it was because my friend said you cannot make an IDV version of Sol without making him look like Luca, they were right)

Update: Finished version here ALSO OH BOI this ask open a huge can of worms but bear with me Ima ramble a lil, so like the whole thing about me stumble upon TKATB is wholely random. I was just doing my own stuff in IDV fandom (mostly draw WuEmi contents for my own enjoyment). And like earlier this year I made this one random doodle with an AU I have in my mind. And my friend @lilithaphro who loves to play visual novels just said hey I know this one game that have the main love interest remind her to Fan Wujiu :)))))))) And you can clearly tell by the doodle he did accidentally look a little bit like Sol (I never actually play or know TKATB before hand). And then I fall into the rabbit hole that is the emo dating simulator now.

So yeah the whole thing with my M/C is that you can tell she's clearly taken a lot of her appearance and characteristic from Emily (and a bit from Miss Pauling in TF2) because she is my wife and the love of my life, and I want to bring her anywhere I go, if I'm delving into this emo rabbit hole might as well just pluck her right in. My friend and I actually make a whole joke about how Crowe remind us to Joseph beside Sol being "emo Fan Wujiu/Luca Balsa". Also the idea of Sol in Fan Wujiu's ver of Flying Guillotine is freaking good I'll have to make a mental note about it later. Ah yes my taste with tall men that have two colored streaked hair and questionable ways of showing love to someone.

#the kid at the back fanart #the kid at the back sol #the kid at the back vn #tkatb vn #tkatb_vn #tkatb fan art #my art #artists on tumblr #solivan brugmansia #yandere visual novel #male yandere #tkatb oc #tkatb mc #tkatb sol #katb vn #the kid at the back #tkatb #the kid at the back oc #answer #digital art #identity v #identity 5 #identity v fanart #idv fanart #idv wu chang

[crystallinemoonlight]

sometimes i'll think about how, at the start of episode four, pete offers to help porsche guess who he might have kissed at the pier the night before, and i imagine a crackfic where porsche goes on a quest to find out who it was by kissing his colleagues one by one - starting with pete of course that man was ready to sacrifice himself for the cause when porsche had questions about casual hookups later in the episode, offering himself up without hesitation

he visits them one by one; pol is confused... but intrigued, it's like one of tankhun's series! arm already knows it wasn't him but insists they check it anyway... just to be sure, right? you never know. ken says he'll break his face if he tries anything (very suspicious, porsche makes sure to highlight his name). big doesn't know whether to be angry or confused, he wasn't even there??? no he and ken didn't sneak in halfway through because of a secret crush, this isn't one of tankhun's series! tankhun asks what they're doing and if he can join but porsche isn't about to open that can of worms.

maybe at some point kinn catches on and realizes porsche doesn't remember but is rating the others based on if they kiss better or worse than the ~mystery person~, which is giving him an ego boost up until porsche declares that one of his friends is actually a better kisser and therefore can't possibly have been involved (said friend is very confused about why khun kinn is giving him death glares for the rest of the week)

you can even throw in some chan or vegas or anyone else if you want to, just go crazy with it, i think that'd be really funny especially if porsche just casually blasts vegas after they make out for a solid minute saying "no you're good but the other guy was just less desperate you feel me, sorry bro".

#it just sounds so funny in my head #crack 100 feel free to add whatever you want #i just wonder what porsche told pete when they were guessing who it could be?? #apo always says mile's lips are soft and his teeth are very clean so maybe that #i feel vegas would be the type of guy who wants to double triple check and just will not stop #and itd be so funny if porsche goes along just not even realizing whats happening; he just wants to figure out who he kissed #ESPECIALLY BC HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW KINNS GAY YET. HE DOESN'T KNOW. HE HAS NO GAYDAR. NONE #''vegas is such a nice guy he really wanted me to be sure in case it was him. hes so secure abt his sexuality'' #<- porsche assuming vegas is straight #double points if he never even considers the fact it might have been kinn at the pier. it just never occurs to him #kpts #kinnporsche #porsche kp #kinn kp #vegasporsche #peteporsche #kp the series #kpts ficlet #kinnporsche the series

[the-offside-rule]

Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - Stuck With You

Requested: by anon

Prompts: 14) "It's too early."

37) "If I were a worm, would you still love me?"

Warnings: mentions of fvcking, cute stuff

As her boyfriend lay soundly beside her, Y/n sat scrolling through tik tok. It was nearing 3 in the morning at this stage and she still couldn't sleep. She hated sleepless nights, but she didn't have college for the week and no work until Saturday, so to hell with it. As she scrolled, she saw a common theme in her fyp; boyfriend stuff. She came across one tik tok user asking her boyfriend if he would still love her if she was a worm. She quietly laughed to herself as she watched them lightly bicker amongst themselves. She turned to her boyfriend and watched as he slept with a slight smile on his face. He was so peaceful....yet the voice in her head was telling her to wake him up and ask.....so of course she did.

"Babe?" Y/n shook her boyfriend gently. He stirred in his sleep, his eyes scrunching and his lips frowning with the sudden disturbance. "Baby?" She asked again. "Bebé, I have training at nine, what is it?" He asked groggily, his eyes still shut. "Nevermind, I'll go back to sleep." She muttered. "Well, I'm awake now. You may as well tell me." He said. "If I were a worm, would you still love me?" Pedri's eyes opened and gave her an unamused look. "What?" She asked. "Es demasiado pronto para esto." He mumbled. "I'm being serious! Would you?" He rubbed his face and groaned. "I'd love you even if you didn't exist." He said, turning around. "But what about if I were a worm? Worms are disgusting and gross and-

"Like you aren't already, Bebé." She slapped his arm as he laughed at his joke. "Listen, it's illegal to-" he paused, trying to word it correctly in English. "To do things?" He paused again, questioning if he was correct. "With animals." Y/n looked confused. "It's illegal to do things with animals?" She smiled. "Yes." He replied. "And what if a dog wants to go on a walk. Is it illegal to do that?" She asked. "Obviously not. You know what I mean. I can't put it to words." He said through broken English. "I wouldn't fuck animals, but it's you."

"So you would fuck animals for me?" She laughed. "No, just no. That's so weird! Why did you ruin my words?" He asked, getting a bit fed up. "Just you! I only love you and I probably only will love you!" She paused. Once again the voice in her head was telling her to keep going with the joke....so she did. "But a worm-"

"Listen! Whether you like it or not, I am stuck with you! Forever! Now please, sleep with me!"

"Sleep with you?!"

"Yes? Go to sleep with me? Is that not correct?" He asked, confused. "Babe, what you said means something different. I'll explain before training." He let out a sigh. "I love you, but can we go to sleep together?" Y/n snorted and nodded. "Alright, alright. We can go to sleep together."

Y/n was fast asleep when Pedri slowly opened the curtains to let the light in. He was dressed and ready to go to training, no thanks to the night before. He sat down on his girlfriends side of the bed and moved the hair from her face. She smiled, recognising the touch of the man. "Are you going?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. "Yes. And I googled what that thing meant. I'll be saving that phrase for a later time." Y/n chuckled and nodded. "But I thought I'd say goodbye before I left. I do have coffee in the pot for you if you want." He said. "Thank you." She yawned and looked up to him. "You look pretty." She said. Pedri laughed and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I have to go but I'll see you later, okay?" She nodded and closed her eyes. "Okay, bye. I love you." She smiles. "I love you too, Bebé." And with that, Pedri stood up and left for training, where he walked around explaining what had happened, followed by a lot of players and coaching staff laughing at him.

#fcbarcelona #laliga #football #football blurbs #football imagines #pedri gonzalez #pedri gonzalez blurb #pedri gonzalez oneshot #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagine #pedri #pedri x reader

[noowayybroo]

I saw you wanted to write something about this and ykw I’d love to see it!! Could you write some headcanons (or whatever your comfy w) abt calling leon/showing up late at his house after you got into a bad fight w ur abusive bf? Im thinking mainly he comforts you nd then deals w the bf later

TY FOR UR ASK AND IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!! ok sooooo it's not like a full fic but it's a teeny bit more than a hc. I won't focus sm on the bf because I think it's a traumatic thing you know and people who might use this to cope might find it harder to relate or they might just be reminded of their issues so I'll keep it quite vague if it's ok with you. This is very vague so I think it's any Leon in mind! Enjoy!

Characters: GN!BestFriend!Leon x GN!Reader (Mentions of Reader's abusive partner)

Warnings: SFW BUT NOT A HAPPY FIC - Hurt / comfort. Mentions of abusive and just overall shitty partners. Mentions of Crying. One mention of being drunk. Mentions of abuse and victim self-blaming (the relationship really messed you up, sorry) Use of Y/N

Another horrible date ends with you storming out of what's meant to be your favourite restaurant, blaming yourself for everything you'll never be responsible for.

Your partner has a way of doing that: making you think it's you who's in the wrong, regardless of the fact that they were the one who was late and they were the one who wouldn't get off their phone and pay you back the attention you give them every day.

Again you'd been let down, and you stumble home in the rain, alone, because your excuse of a partner was staying behind to finish their meal. Your clothes are as drenched as your soul, heavy rain just about heard over pitiful sobs. You're in a world of your own, narrowly avoiding a trip or fall with each step, eyes too squinted to see more than a blur.

You're crying so hard you almost don't hear your phone buzz in your pocket.

It'll be that bastard, you think to yourself as rage seeps into your bubble of despair. What could they want now?

You've half the mind to ignore it. They're not used to you not answering instantly. They know they have you wrapped around their finger. Maybe they'll think something happened to you. And it'll be their fault.

Great.

..But then again, you don't really want that, do you? You're a good person. They've wormed their way into your head so well that you begin to feel guilty. You have to at least check... Maybe they're sorry-

Begrudgingly, almost ready to snap the phone in two the second you see that dreaded name, you pull it out to check. You're so numb you barely mind how the rain soaks the expensive screen in mere seconds. All you can bother to do is haphazardly wipe the screen across your clothing once before swiping your notifications down.

Between the gathering droplets, the message is, of course, not from your dickhead "soulmate" because really, they don't care about you. It's from Leon, your friend. And for a second, a smile almost comes to your lips. You slow down your pace and read the message, not noticing how your tears are already much less frequent. Leon's always been a sweetie. He's always there for you, and when he says he's got your back, oh boy do you believe it.

Leon never asks anything from you, he just loves you unconditionally... and you're sure it's just as platonic as you'd like it to be. He knows you care about him too, and he'd never give you any less than you give him. It must have been some kind of divine intervention that called upon him to message you now during one of your lowest moments. Or-

PLEASE don't tell me that was YOU crying outside just now.

Your jaw falls open in shock and your feet come to a still. You'd been steaming ahead on pure misery. You were on Leon's street already? Looking around confirms your suspicions as you wipe your screen again, shakily replying as tears continue to stain your cheeks. But before you can hit send, another message comes in:

THAT IS YOU OMG. Why the yelling?! Drunk again??

Just as you can finish typing out "Yeh, it was me, I'm going homes sorryyy", Leon comes bounding after you in the rain. He slows down as he gets to you, circling around to get a look at your face before draping his coat over your shoulders. He's smiling initially, glad to see you, but when his eyes meet your red, puffy ones, his face falls. His shoes are loose. One of his heels not even properly inside. He's wet from the rain, not even wearing a coat for himself. That's how quickly he left for you.

"Y-y/n..." His voice is small, dreading as he gently holds your shoulders, ducking to look into your downturned eyes "What happened?" Before you can even answer, his arms are around you, redirecting you towards his house and out of the rain. He practically pulls you along, trying to get you to shelter like a lifeguard escorting someone from the depths. You have no time to tell him anything before he's yanking you into his home.

Despite how wet and filthy you are from the hammering rain and muddy puddles, Leon barely lets you take any outside gear off. He leads you to his living-room - the sight both familiar and warming. You'd both shared many good memories here even though you hadn't been round many times. If Leon knew anything, it was how to take care of you and make you laugh. And that's why, no questions asked, he's covering you in blankets, holding you close and cooing gently about how you don't have to tell him what happened but that-

"If you want to tell me anything, I don't care what it is or how much there is, I'll listen."

After a while, you're able to come down from your panic. You're able to open up and tell Leon what happened this time. You can practically see his fists ball as he grips the blanket, pretending to only do so to pick it up and wrap it more tightly around you. He avoids eye contact. At times, it feels as though the news of your neglect affects Leon much worse than it does you.

He swallows thickly as you continue, and only when your voice cracks a little and you become teary once more does his gaze snap to you. He places a gentle hand on your cheek and once more ducks his head so he can be the one looking up at you. He respects the reason for your shy and defeated posture, not wanting to look up at him. He wouldn't have you go out of your way just to suit him. He's practically cuddled up to you, hands gently kneading you wherever it comforts you most through your blanket prison.

His eyes scream empathy and sorrow for your situation. The grimace of a scowl on his face tells you he's thinking about something, but you're not sure what. Maybe he's had a bad day. Maybe you're burdening him.

Here comes the guilt train again.

Your words falter and then you shake your head, sighing sadly. At least your tears are dry now.

"It's really nothing" You tell him, capping off a list of about a month's abuse and neglect since you'd last seen Leon. He shakes his head, almost offended.

"It's not nothing, Y/N, it's everything." His voice switches from a growl to a whisper after he catches himself on the first few words. He goes back to gently holding and petting you, sighing as he thinks very carefully about his next words. "You're a wonderful person. You're a good friend. I know you're the perfect soulmate too..." his face goes a little red. It seems he didn't think carefully enough about those words. "That sounded a little weird but what I mean is you can do better. Much better."

'Nails on a chalkboard' couldn't even come close to describing how Leon felt whenever you'd speak about how your partner treated you. For months now, it felt like within a few words, just describing your morning or text chat with the prick sent Leon to his own circle of hell.

It was tormentuous. Of course, it wasn't you. It could never be you. You were Leon's best friend. Hearing you open up to him was bitter sweet. He was grateful you were able to, but seeing you being weighed down and trodden over like this, it hurt him. You needed to leave that person, and so, Leon needed you to leave them.

He'd never told you really how he'd felt about that particular detail. He never wanted to be the bad guy, or to tell you what to do, in case it might draw you closer to your partner. Today, though, he couldn't take it any more. He wouldn't watch you suffer. Leon was going to do something about it, even if you didn't. Heck, he'd do it, even if you did first.

"You give this person everything. All your time, all your love, and I don't mean to rub it in at all, but to be honest... I want you to leave them. For yourself. You're strong and you might not need it, which is why you keep letting them do this, but you deserve someone who cares about you. Who wants you." He's looking into your eyes again, pleading for you to understand. He's begging you to just listen, just this once. Otherwise, you both know he'd let you walk all over him.

Truth be told, it didn't actually surprise you that Leon wanted you to leave your partner. You'd be lying if you'd said the realisation didn't gnaw away at you each time you looked into those eyes of his. You wanted to make Leon happy, and, contrary to his fears, you knew he was right. You'd take his side over any of your partners in a heartbeat, probably. You wanted to leave your partner, especially now those sobering words of Leon's had hit you. It was a rallying cry to stand up for yourself, and you so badly wanted to do it, but...

"It's hard." You whimper, shying away, hiding your face from Leon. Unlike your partner, he doesn't become enraged at your refusal, he doesn't lean in to catch your gaze or force you to look at him. He just stays quit for a bit before gently hushing you.

"I know, I know" He hums, barely audible - his words are so soft and quiet, fanning you. "I know it's hard." There's heavy truth to his words. Leon has always understood you, and he's been through so much, you know you're preaching to a harrowed choir.

"We've been together for months... I've never had anyone like that before. I can't just..."

"It's okay to be alone, you know?" Leon asks softly "I know that might be worrying you too... Not finding someone? But I promise you... I'll never lie about how lovely you are. Hell if you just turned around you'd see a line of people waitin'." There's a desperate tone to his voice. He needs you to believe him. But it also kinda sounds like there IS a line of people swarming his home. It makes you giggle, and that makes him chuckle.

"You know I'm being honest, right? I mean I might even-" He cuts himself off quickly and looks away. There's a small silence before he looks back at you, gently wiping calloused thumbs over your cheeks, brushing away any remaining moisture. Then, he sighs deeply "Listen, I know it's hard, but you're better off alone than with... with them, alright?"

It's hard to accept defeat but you nod weakly. You sit there together in silence for a while. Mulling everything over. Leon's right. You have to get out of there. And then it hits you. What if your partner doesn't just... let you go...

"But what if they-"

"I won't let them." his voice is firm, knowing exactly what you were going to say. He seems to have been thinking the exact same thing, and looking over, you notice he has that thinking look again, fists gripping your sides gently, protectively. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you, okay? We get you out, and we get you out in one piece." He looks into your eyes, this time, determined. His stare captures yours. You can't look away. You know what he's silently demanding, and you can't bring yourself to say no.

Weakly, you nod. "I want... I don't want to be with them anymore."

Leon lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and then seems to have a sort of 'eureka moment', but decides not to celebrate just yet. "That's great, Y/N. I'm... I'm happy for you." He gently rubs your shoulders a few times before getting up "How about I get takeout, yeah? This causes for celebration" He shoots you a playful smirk as he rushes to the kitchen to retrieve about 5 different menus which he then throws to you.

By the time you've escaped the four blankets he coated you with and decided what you'd like, he's got his shoes on and is ready to go. You get to your feet but are knocked back by a disarmingly playful glare. He chuckles as you fall back into the couch, defeated. "You're not going anywhere, buddy. I'm gonna get you some food, and when I get back, we'll sort things out. Okay? Just trust me, please." His look is soft. You feel completely cared for. And so, accepting his offer, you allow Leon to go on his way.

A while passes as you scroll through the shows on Leon's TV, all boring you. You'd rather be bored, though, than reading whatever abusive messages your soon to be ex had been piling up for you. You're exhausted. Curling up on the couch, you wait for Leon to get back. You feel so comfortable, and so soothed, and it's all thanks to him.

Leon was fortunate to find you asleep by the time he got back to his house. It gave him time to get changed into something more comfortable. It gave him time to clean his knuckles, and to remove any unsavoury messages that had accumulated on your phone (best friend password perks.) And by the time you woke up to the smell of your favourite food, it was still warm. He'd already plated it up for you, and you enjoyed it with your favourite choice of film. (Leon would NOT have it any other way.)

For a while, Leon's magic had drawn you from your problems, and it was only when you were drifting off for the second time that night that you even thought to check your phone. You were ready to do it. You were ready to leave that relationship behind. There was only one unread message, not a barrage of abuse, as you'd imagined.

Y/N. I understand that I've treated you poorly and for that I'm very sorry. You never deserved any of it. I hope you can forgive me, and I know you want out, so I think it's best for us both if we went our separate ways. I'll drop your things off at your mate's house tomorrow. I won't message you again.

That was strange, but it was welcome. And unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only one having the most peaceful sleep in a long time that night. Leon slept better than he'd done in months, maybe even years, and your ex, well. Your ex slept.

Thank you for reading this uhm it's kinda sussy we have no idea what happened to the ex ooo spookyyy!! imo Leon just beat them up haha Idk. Again I'm sorry this took so long! It was actually much more emotional and special for me to write haha so I hope someone out there likes it. Especially you, anon, if you're still around! Thank you! Thank you all for being here I love you all like crazy. If Leon teaches you anything here I hope it's that you're valid and important and that you matter, and not just to me!! To loads of people! Please believe in yourself and chase your dreams! Try and make time for your hobbies and aspirations! We're here to have fun and to live our lives!! Take some time out for yourself please, and remember you deserve love and respect and if people don't give it to you (when youve done nothing wrong) then maybe those people are smelly, and maybe you should surround yourself with a more positively fragrant variety of human. Love you!!!

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There's a knock at the door and Vaggie is the closest one to it. She chances a glance back to the kitchen, where Alastor is busy preparing dinner for all of them.

She looks back at the door. If it's someone dangerous, it's best if it's her opening it instead of one of the others.

Before she can stop herself, Vaggie opens the door.

And immediately regrets it.

Standing at their doorstep is Vox, the Technology Overlord and nemesis of Alastor, who's currently inside the hotel.

He lifts a hand in greeting and smiles, "Hey—"

Vaggie slams the door, attempting to process what's going on. She opens it once more.

"—kid."

And slams it shut again. Vaggie wonders if God is punishing her. It's likely the only reason this is happening.

"Charlie!" she shouts.

Charlie peeks out from behind a corner. "What's up?"

Vaggie points to the door. "Charlie, the Technology Overlord is at the door!"

Charlie, much to Vaggie's consternation, brightens up. "Really? I haven't seen him in forever! Let him in!"

Vaggie, against her better judgement, cautiously opens the door for the third time.

Vox is still standing there, though he seems more amused than angered. "You gonna let me in?"

He doesn't wait for a response before he takes one step inside and gets tackled by an overexcited Charlie.

"OH MY GOD DAD IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!"

Vox simply laughs and hugs her back. It's good to see you too, kid. I heard music on the radio today and thought I might drop by.

Vaggie stares at them. Huh?

Charlie nods and tugs the other demon further into the hotel. "I know, I know. It's been a really long time since there were any good songs on, but I'm so glad that my favorite station is back!"

Vaggie follows them to the kitchen.

They stop at the entrance, where Vaggie sees Angel do a double-take and drop his cup on the ground the moment he spots Vox.

Vaggie's more concerned about how Alastor will react. Everybody in Hell knows how the Radio Demon and CEO of VoxTek hate each other.

The second Alastor lays eyes on Vox, she's prepared to summon her spear.

But contrary to her expectations, Alastor merely shoots Vox a look of disappointment. "You're late."

What.

Vox shrugs. "Sorry babe, traffic was a bitch."

Alastor rolls his eyes. "Go set the table, darling. You're the last to arrive."

What?

"Fine, fine. But I want the second biggest serving."

What the fuck?

Charlie suddenly remembers Vaggie's lack of knowledge and laughs nervously. "Right. I also forgot to tell you that Vox is my other other dad. I'll tell you more after dinner."

Vaggie wonders what else her girlfriend has forgotten about telling her, but that's a whole other can of worms they'll get to later. Right now she just wants to enjoy Alastor's food. "Sure hon."

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if you are accepting suggestion for The Other Half, could you write something about them staying in bed in the morning? since it's been said that Bruce tries to cuddle the shop girl when she needs to get up 🤭 i love this fic sm

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"Don't. Move."

"I have to," You mumble sleepily, squirming in his arms. "It's—" You yawn widely, "'m gonna be late for work."

"Work?" Bruce's chuckle is warm and rough. "It's Sunday, baby."

You frown, blinking against he sleep trying to drag you back under. Is it? You'd attended a work event on Thursday, a party at Liz's on Friday, and yesterday had been a full day of errands. It's just been so busy that you've completely lost track.

"...Oh," You mumble, sinking back against Bruce's chest. He hums contentedly, tightening his grip on your waist as he nuzzles into your neck. You smile a bit, resting your hand atop his.

"Still," You offer, "Should probably get up, 've gotta get my outfits for the week together—"

"Later."

"And do my meal prep."

"Alfred will do it."

"I don't mind doing it."

"Neither does he."

"You know what I mean."

"Baby."

You're almost teasing him for fun now. You used to think that Bruce was so difficult to shake up or irritate, and now you know exactly where his pressure points are.

"Maybe I'll just grab some coffee," You add, feigning getting up. Bruce groans loudly, and you shriek as he yanks you closer. Before you can even reach for the blackout blinds controls, Bruce pushes you onto your back, clambering on top of you. You giggle softly as he curls his arms under your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"Go back to sleep," Bruce urges. You let your eyes slide closed, smoothing your fingers through his hair and honing in on the warmth and weight of Bruce's body, and the steadiness of his breathing.

--

You don't know how long you drifted off for. You can feel lips brushing against your neck, and hands smoothing tenderly over your bare thighs. You hum softly, shifting your thighs up to bracket his body between your hips. Bruce mimics your hum, hips shifting against you. It's a moment before you can hone in on the sensation, but you can feel—him.

Your lips part in sleepy surprise as Bruce's hips roll against you, his hardening cock brushing your thigh. You suck in a soft breath as Bruce's kisses drift lower.

"...Time is it?" You mumble.

"Who cares."

His hands shift up under your sleep shirt, hiking the fabric up. You raise your heavy, sluggish arms just enough to help him draw the shirt off and toss it away. Bruce's lips brush along the curve of your breast, his tongue flickering out and swiping across the hardening nipple. You shiver, hand curling more tightly in his hair as you tip your hips down against his. You grind against one another lazily as Bruce laps and teases your breasts. You can feel yourself growing slick as Bruce's cock slots against your cunt, the head catching against your clit every few thrusts.

You whine as Bruce's cock grazes your opening. You raise your hand, lapping broadly over it before you worm your hand down between the two of you, grasping his cock. Bruce's groan rattles through you as you take him in hand, stroking over his hardened length. You smooth your thumb over the head, smearing the swelling bead of precum, and grinning as Bruce's hips stutter against your grip. You pout when Bruce draws away, the covers dropping from your bodies as he scooches even further down, slipping from your hand.

Before you can even think to ask or complain, Bruce presses your thighs wide, lapping broadly across your pussy. Your mouth falls open, your moan stalling in your throat for a moment. It breaks loose the tip of his tongue teasing and circling your clit as he sinks his fore and middle fingers into you. You let your thighs splay, your body sinking back into the mattress as Bruce turns his head from side to side, smearing his lips and chin with your juices as his fingers scissor and curl.

For all of your sleepiness, you can't help your body from grasping desperately at him.

"Bruce," You mumble. He hums against you, making the growing sensation in the pit of your belly tighten.

"Please," You breathe. Bruce tips his chin up, lapping quickly across your clit as he plunges his fingers into you. Your orgasm swells sharply, and you cry out as you tighten around his fingers. Bruce's pace doesn't slow until you use your grip on his hair to yank him up. His jaw drops in turn, groaning loudly at the sharp sensation. Intrigue sparks in your belly as Bruce's fingers slow and ease back, smearing your juices over one of your nipples and dipping in to give it a lusty suck.

You reach down, swiping your hand over your slick skin before grasping Bruce's cock. He groans, tongue sweeping over your breast with the same lap speed as you stroke him. You guide his cock against your cunt again, shivering as you brush the head against your tender clit. You don't need to plead again, though it's ready on your lips. Bruce presses his hips forward, and your hand falls back as he eases into you. Bruce tips his head down, his forehead resting against your shoulder as your cunt throbs around him.

"Fuck." He breathes it so quietly that you nearly miss it. You whimper, curling your arms around Bruce's shoulders and planting your heels against the mattress.

For the almost frantic way that he lapped as you, Bruce's hips roll with a controlled leisure. You know that he's holding back, but he seems determined to take his time, to draw out your pleasure. When you try to push back, to pick up the pace, Bruce pins your hips to the bed, murmuring, "Just—nnggh—Take it."

You whine at the order, at the feeling of Bruce's hands pressing against you so tightly, and his chest brushing against yours. You so rarely get to witness Bruce's strength, let alone experience it. You turn your head, searching blindly for Bruce's lips before catching them with your own. You trade slow, searching kisses as Bruce's hips roll tightly against yours. He winds you nearer and nearer to your orgasm, and you can't help but press up into his grip, against his cock. Bruce doesn't gripe, just nips and tugs your lower lip between his teeth as your nails bite into his shoulders.

"Bruce," You mumble once he's broken the kiss.

"I know," He murmurs, "I know, baby—Fuck, give it to me."

You moan, pressing your head back into the pillow and arching up into Bruce as your orgasm crests, as you feel Bruce bearing down and filling you. You sigh through the little tremors and aftershocks, as Bruce's hips finally still, and as he settles over you again. He grunts as your grip on him loosens, as he rests his hands on either side of you. You reach down, drawing the covers up around your bodies again.

"...We should get cleaned up," You murmur after a moment, grinning as Bruce groans.

"If I hear you trying to make plans one more time."

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