#god really didn’t stop my hand and allowed this to enter the world

[huffelpuff210]

Saving part 3 BikerBucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Violence, Abuse, forced relationship, age gap, obsession, sexual behavior, 

You look at yourself in the mirror, James texted you early this morning, telling you to wear something pretty, God only knows how he got your number, 

You are wearing a black sundress with sunflowers on it, it was spaghetti strapped, You covered up the bruises as best you could with your foundation, hoping you did a well enough job, you also wore a jean jacket over the dress just in case, 

Your long brown hair was in a side braid, You wore flats you looked at yourself in the mirror turning from side to side, making sure there was no visible bruising, You let out a sigh, realizing you did a good job covering everything up, 

You hear the sound of a motorcycle outside, and you didn’t have to guess who that was, You grab your bag and make your way downstairs, Your father looking out the window with a beer in his hand, hearing you he turns around, his eyes looking you up and down, 

“You are not going with a biker.” He sneers, 

You scuff, 

“And what are you gonna stop me?” You ask sure it was out of character for you to talk back but knowing James was just outside gave you a bit of courage to stand up to your father, 

He sneered at you, 

“Get your ass back upstairs you are not leaving with him!” He yells 

“just try and stop me.” You say opening the door walking towards James who was  just getting off his bike, Your father standing in the door way glaring daggers at you, sure you knew you were going to pay for your attitude when you got home, But you didn’t care at the moment you were actually allowed to have some fun for once in your life. 

“Hey doll you look gorgeous.” He says smirking

“Thank you.” You say as he kisses you on the cheek, 

“Ready to go?” He asks handing you a helmet 

You were a little hesitant because you never in your life rode on a motorcycle but you nodded taking the helmet. You put the helmet on adjusting the strap under your chin James was smiling down at you then looked at your father who was still watching with daggers, 

“I swear he always has a beer in his hand when I see him.” James chuckles 

You chuckle lightly If only he knew 

James gets on the motorcycle and you get on behind him, 

“Hold on tight doll.” He says you wrap your arms around him as he takes off, 

Everything whipping by as he drove out of town,

He never did tell you where he was taking you but soon enough he stops the motorcycle, You get off first, 

“A biker bar?” You ask 

He chuckles 

“This place has the best food, besides I thought I would show you a bit of my world.” He says getting off the bike, You hand him the helmet, 

You arch your brow, 

“Come on doll you’ll love it, besides this is only our first stop.” He says slinging his arm over your shoulders, his arm landing on one of your bruises you wanted to wince but you held it in, 

When you entered the bar you were slightly intimidated big bikers everywhere, some were at the bar drinking, others playing pool, and others playing darts, everyone looked in your direction they all smiled when they seen James, 

You both sit at the end of the bar and order your food, you felt so out of place here sure you worked as a waitress at a strip club but big bikers are a different story, 

“So tell me why do you work at a strip club?” He asked 

“I’ve worked there since I was sixteen, it pays good,” You say 

“Really?” He asked 

“Why do you sound surprised?” You asked 

“Well because most teen girls are busy going to the mall and being stuck up.” He says with a chuckle 

“I wasn’t like most girls.” You say

“Clearly.” He chuckles 

To you it seemed easy to talk to him, you didn’t feel pressured into talking like you did most people he may be a big biker, But he seemed to care and want to know you as a person. 

“So what made you want to be a biker?” You ask

He chuckled 

“Well it wasn’t like that at all, When I got honorably discharged from the army I needed to find a hobby, I learned that I had a love for Motorcycles, so I guess it just sort of just popped out at me then.” He says with a chuckle 

you smile at his story, 

After you two ate your meal and he showed you how to play pool and he was convinced you hustled him he took you to your next stop a bowling ally, 

“You know how to bowl?” He asked 

“It’s been a long time.” You say 

“How long?” He asked 

“Since I was eight.” You say with a light laugh, 

He chuckles 

Bucky couldn’t place it but he got the feeling that you didn’t get to have much fun, He always saw you working, And when he saw you starting to lighten up a bit it warmed him up, He knew you were supporting your father, it’s a small town, all he had to do was ask the right people, He knew why you worked your ass off just to support your father, 

He didn’t exactly like your father for a few reasons one was because of last night, Bikers are many things, brutes violent, rough, But there are lines they never cross and that includes hitting a woman, 

Another reason he didn’t like your father is the menacing vibe he got from him maybe it was just because of his drinking or maybe Bucky was looking way to far into it but he just didn’t like the man, 

As you both were bowling when you reached for your bowling ball the sleeve of your jacket revealed your wrist where there was a massive bruise, 

James grabbed your forearm looking at the bruise, 

“This wasn’t there yesterday, What happened?” He asked in a dark voice, 

Your eyes widen not really sure how to answer his question, suddenly he was dragging you out of the bowling ally and he has you sat on the bench, 

“Don’t make me ask again.” He says in the same voice that sent chills down your spine

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[1001scoganmusings]

Sacraficial heart

A/N: Kicking off kinktober on the lords day with the most elusive and coveted kink of them all, a loving and healthy relationship where both people are simps for each other.

P.S, Trying out a black hat POV. Idk what do you think?

Demons don’t go to heaven.

That is the law. Not that I ever cared. Never being one to take orders from a capricious and uncaring lesser being. Though perhaps the angels were on to something with the whole giving up power and control bit. And while I know I’ll never enter the pearlescent gates and be welcomed in to eternal paradise by a chorus of angels; if that was even how those things go. It was in these moments alone with my beloved that I could swear I was already there.

Pleasure steadily mounting higher and higher, engulfing me like a blazing inferno, searing my very flesh, and imprinting itself on to me both body and soul.

Too much. It was too much. And yet, not enough.

My legs held wide open and bent back, knees touching my chest as Flug drove his cock in to my slit hard and fast. “Black hat.” moaned flug, his fingers digging into the soft tender flesh of my thighs. His eyes half lidded and darkened with desire. Sensual and soft lips parted releasing some of the most filthy and erotic noises that would make even the most devious of sinners blush.

Why had I denied himself this for so long? Why did I ever fight his love? It was inconceivable. How could I have ever not wanted this? How foolish. How down right criminal and selfish l had been. To think I might’ve gone my whole immortal life without ever really knowing, truly knowing what it was to be baptized and reborn. To be made wholly by the love of another. No not another. By flug. God’s most perfect creation.

I lifted my head, groaning as I looked down at the place where we were joined. Watching as Flug’s cock, shiny and wet with my love juices, plunged in to me, disappearing over and over again in to my slit with wet squelching noises; completely drenching the dark brown patch of curls at the base of his cock. My own cock slapping against my stomach with a wet smack, pre dribbling out from the weeping head, forming a small puddle that was slowly spilling on to my stomach an up towards my chest with every thrust. What a mess we were making.

“So tight.” whined Flug pushing his damp sweaty hair out of his eyes. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He babbled nonsensically. “Never. Never wanna stop fucking you. So perfect. Mine. Your all mine. Your. all. fucking. mine.” He groaned. I grit my teeth, my toes curling as he punctuated each word with a deliciously deep thrust.

The possessiveness in Flug’s voice was quickly unraveling my sanity even more than before.

“Yours, all yours, only yours.” I moaned softly. “No one else could ever do. Never. It is you and you alone who has my heart.” His gaze turning soft and adoring as he looked down upon me.

Releasing my death grip on the sheets to reach up with shaky hands, wrapping my arms around Flug’s neck, and pulling him down, needing to feel him still ever so closer.

Lips so soft and warm pressed themselves against my own. Flug’s tongue probing the seam of my lips gently asking for entrance. As if I would deny this man anything at this point. Flug only but needed to ask and I would happily rip out my own beating heart and serve it on a silver platter like the love sick fool that I had become.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, all teeth and tongue, but I didn’t care, couldn’t be bothered to. The warm wet glide of our tongues against one another was making me dizzy with need.

Only for Flug and Flug alone would I allow this. Allow myself to be held. Treated for the first time in my entire life as something fragile. Something to be cherished and, dear god dare I say it? Something, worthy of love.

A lump formed in my throat at the thought. How long had I endured alone? All these millennia roaming the world with a protective wall around his heart. Convincing myself all the while that love was nothing more than a wretched and foul thing meant to control and prey upon weak willed and mindless creatures.

How truly delusional and demented demons are. Using any and all excuse to cope with the ache of loneliness lest it drive us mad. It would’ve made him laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic and simultaneously true.

To think this man, this brilliant and wondrous divine creature above him had chosen him. Chosen Him; to bestow his love upon. To spend what precious little time he’d been given, with him. With him.

His. Flug was his.

Mine.

Mine.

All mine.

Black hat broke the kiss, lips still pressed against Flug’s and whispered, “I love you.”

“Again. Say it again.” demanded Flug.

“I—I love you.” stammered black, silently cursed Flug for making me stumble over my words like an idiot with those loving eyes of his.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you you damned dolt. How many time must I repeat—“

Flug slotted his mouth against my own, delving his tongue in to my mouth and kissing me fiercely once more as he sped up his movements. Dear god it felt as if this man was going to break me. I secretly hope he does. He’s already ruined my heart and soul. What more would it mean if he ruined my body so that no other could bring me to the heights of ecstasy as he could.

My hands threading themselves in Flug’s hair pulling him ever so closer, deepening the kiss. My heart doing somersaults in my chest as our tongues met again.

“Cum jefecito. Cum on my cock, now.” Slurred flug as he kissed me deeply, snaking a hand down between us to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts.

The double sensation being too much, driving me over the brink. My body going taught and ridged as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I broke the kiss as a loud terrible inhuman cry left my throat. Thick ropes of cum one after the other shot all over Flug’s hand and stomach. “So cute, so cute. God I love you. I love you, Iove you, I love you.” He chanted, chasing his own release, a few more thrusts before he jilted himself. His warm cum making me shiver as he filled me.

Sleek black tentacles with tiny mouths sprouted from black hat’s body. They slithered down Flug’s legs and arms, and up over his back caressing and showering any pieces of skin their mouths could reach with kisses of adoration. Some sucking marks and leaving bites of their own.

“Your so cute boss.” panted flug, gazing down at him with nothing short of pure love and affection before kissing him again tender and sweet before collapsing on top of him and snuggling into his chest.

More immortals lose themselves chasing the ever fickle love of humans. I knew this. Hell I’d bore witness to it time and time again. Laughing and jeering at others of my kind as they fell to their demise from chasing the ever elusive beast that was a human’s heart. Oh how cunning and cruel a mistress irony was indeed.

And still here I was ever the fool laying, quite literally, at the feet of said proverbial beast. Welcoming with open arms not only the ruin and destruction of my good reputation as a demon but the desolation of my heart as well should flug ever decide to crush me, hurt me so detrimentally that I might not ever recover.

But it was too late. I was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with Flug. No other would do. My traitorous heart was set.

“My heart is not but a sacrificial lamb for slaughter, to be devoured by the insatiable hunger of your love.” I whispered against flug’s temple as he lay in my arms already fast asleep, our bodies a tangled heap of limbs. “For not even death can part us now beloved. And god help any who think to try.”

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[rebelwrites]

Nine: Unfortunate Kind

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till The Wheels Fall Off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

I had no idea how much time had passed, my sobs had finally subsided but I still didn’t want to go back inside to face everyone.

Right now I needed to be alone.

My head was still resting against my knees when I heard someone come outside, joining me on the floor. Automatically I shifted my position so I was sitting up with my head resting on Jax’s shoulder. He was the only one who had the balls to come out to me when I was in this state.

“Tig has taken Pops to his place, Bobby is gonna take Elenor back home and wait up until I get there,” Jax said softly, resting his hand on my knee, “I will go check on Pops later. After you came out here he started going off at Charles, thinking he was Clay. The poor boy didn’t know what to do when Pops was trying to punch him.”

“Oh god!” I sighed heavily. Tonight was going so well until Pops started to freak out, I knew he couldn’t control it but it still broke my heart.

“He was asking about you, ya know,” Jax hummed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him.

“Who?”

“The Pope!” Jax half laughed trying to lighten the mood a little, “who do you think, Squirt? He was actually really worried, he wanted to come out and check on you but I told him unless he wanted his balls chopped off it wasn’t going to be a good idea!”

“I’m not that bad,” I huffed.

“Nova, I have been on the receiving end of your temper, the evidence of my face is still embedded in the truck,” Jax said with a slight playful tone in his voice, “I knew if he came out and you did snap at him you wouldn’t forgive yourself.” He had a point, I knew Jax could take my wrath, he knew to take what I said with a pinch of salt.

My head was spinning, I currently felt like the weight of the world was crushing me into the ground.

“How the fuck am I going to face Charles now?” I whimpered, trying to keep the tears at bay, I had only just managed to stop crying and if I started again I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop again, “things were starting to go so well.”

“You are a Teller, walk in there with your head held high,” Jax whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of my head, “but maybe wash your face first because right now you look like a panda that has been caught in a rainstorm, it isn’t your best look.”

Taking a few deep breaths, I finally pushed myself to my feet. The moment we were both standing, Jax pulled me into a tight hug, “till the wheels fall off Squirt,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to the top of my head.

Another fifteen minutes had passed, Jax had unlocked the back door that led into the kitchen allowing me an easy way to head up to the apartment above the bar to sort myself out.

The first thing I saw when I entered the room was my appearance, my hair was sticking up from tugging at my roots and my make up was smeared across my cheeks. I was glad Jax had managed to convince Charles not to come out to me.

There was no way I wanted him to see me like this.

My fingers instantly fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, soon enough I had slipped it off my shoulders letting it fall onto the floor, not bothering to pick it up.

I needed comfort right now, not glam.

Opening the closest I checked to see what options I had available. It didn’t take me long to find one of Jax’s SAMCRO hoodies, pulling it off the hanger I tugged it over my body. I needed to show my face down stairs so I quickly put my hair into a messy bun before tackling my face.

When I was satisfied I had removed all the makeup from my skin I took one final look in the mirror. I had gone from looking like someone who had all the confidence in the world to someone who had been broken into pieces.

Soon enough I was walking back into the bar, Jax instantly passed me a bottle of beer, which I took with an extremely weak smile. Most people had left for the evening leaving the usual guys from the MC, Charles and Pierre. Bringing the bottle to my lips I looked over to where Charles and Pierre were sitting, locking eyes with Charles, panic instantly flooded my body.

We had spent all night flirting with each other and now I had no idea how I was going to make him understand just how helpless I felt right now. All I did know was that I couldn't ignore the massive elephant in the room, shifting my gaze away from him, the sight of my guitar sitting in its stand on the stage caught my eye. My legs automatically started moving towards the instrument, grabbing the guitar I made my way to the edge of the platform, allowing my body to drop down until I was sitting on the edge, guitar resting against my thighs as my fingers started to play. I didn’t have the words to explain what Pops’ dementia was doing to me so I did the next best thing, I expressed myself through song.

“It was a good time, just a bad decision. We were all wrapped up with the best intentions, you were out of my league and I was runnin' out of time to string together words that were gonna make you mine,” my voice wasn’t as strong as earlier, my throat was scratchy from all the crying so I wasn’t hitting all the notes but that wasn’t the point.

The point was getting my feelings across.

The bar fell silent as I sang, each word that escaped my lips was filled with pain.

Blinking back tears I refused to look at anyone, I needed to get through this. My mind was racing as I sang. I needed to get the message through to Charles especially if we were going to continue flirting, putting our trust in each other by taking that leap of faith, seeing what this was going to become.

“Ain't it funny how it all works out? Ain't it funny how it all works out? Ain't it funny how every now and then the unfortunate kind get lucky sometimes? Thirty-nine years you've been puttin' up with me,” I could already feel my voice starting to crack from all the emotions that were running through my body. The first time I heard this song was after Pops’ first bad outburst, I still remember how I broke down in the middle of the kitchen, burning dinner in the process. “Your folks said we'd never see our first anniversary! Do you remember that first week, when you burnt that pecan pie and I ate the whole damn thing? I couldn't stand to see you cry”

The first few verses of the song were easy to get through but I knew the part that would cause me to lose any resolve I had left was coming up. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I focused on the feeling of the guitar strings underneath my fingers.

Someone came to join me on the edge of the stage.

I still refused to open my eyes to see who it was, although in reality, I knew who it was from how my body started to heat up just from his presence. The feeling of Charles sitting behind me, moving so his legs were either side of my body acted like a protective bubble that was going to keep me safe, one where it didn’t matter if I completely broke down.

I found myself automatically shuffling backwards into him so I could get closer, resting my head against his shoulder, I continued to play and sing. My heart skipped a beat when he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer, even though our bodies were pressed together to the point where a piece of paper wouldn’t fit between us right now.

There was something about Charles that made me feel safe, he definitely had a calming aura surrounding him, it was something my heart quickly found comfort in. Being wrapped up in his arms gave me the strength to continue singing, even though the next verse would be the one where I knew I would break down.

From across the room I could see the tears that were clouding Jax’s blue eyes. This song also affected him as well, normally he wasn’t one to cry, instead he got his emotions out by punching things so seeing my other brother holding back to tears made the knot in my stomach tighten. No one was talking but for once I was grateful that their eyes weren’t on me. The mood in the room had completely changed, the only sound that could be heard was me and my guitar.

“Ain't it funny how it all works out? Ain't it funny how it all works out? Ain't it funny how every now and then the unfortunate kind get lucky sometimes? Then you got sick and things just weren't the same. There were days I'd come to visit you didn't even know my name, then I watched you fade away, while I was holdin' tight to you. Until the nurses pulled me back and said ‘There's nothin' you can do’.”

Somehow I managed to get through the verse, even though I couldn’t finish the song. I was choking on my words and once again tears were streaming down my cheeks.

I felt like giving up, I had lost all hope.

Memories of Pops filled my head, everything from growing up to more recent days. He had been my idol since I was a child, he was always there when I needed him. Knowing that one day he was going to slip away, not remembering his own children or grandchild absolutely killed me.

Feeling the guitar being gently prised from my grasp, I focused on trying to control my breathing but nothing was working. Charles pulled away from me causing my heart to cry from the sudden lack of his touch. He swiftly took me by the hand, pulling me onto my feet, guiding me from the stage to a small booth to the right, keeping me away from everyone else in the room.

My entire body was still shaking from my sobs but what surprised me the most was when Charles sat down he automatically pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me, letting me seek comfort in his chest.

I found myself gripping at the material of his hoodie that he put back on at some point during the evening. He gently rocked me not saying a word, but him just being here spoke volumes. He hadn’t run for the hills, instead he was letting me get all my emotions out in the safety of his arms.

At some point my hoodie had ridden up, the feeling of him brushing his fingers against my skin causing me to feel grounded. I had no idea how long we had been wrapped up in each other. Charles just let me cry it out until my sobs had turned into sniffles, not saying anything and not judging me.

All I knew is I never wanted to leave.

I had no idea how much time had passed, I refused to look up, scared if I did then my world would come crumbling down again. I did notice that the general chatter of the room had significantly quietened off signally that most people had left for the evening.

“Squirt,” Jax said in a soft tone, resting his hand on my knee. The sound of his voice made me open my eyes, looking up at him, “I need to lock up.”

“What time is it?” I whimpered, refusing to leave the safety blanket that was Charles.

“Nearly midnight,” he whispered.

“I can’t go home,” I finally admitted, the house was going to be too painful for me to deal with, the constant reminders of Pops’ health would be staring me in the face. Over the last month we had started placing sticky notes on things, mainly the kitchen cupboards, fridge and doors. Both Jax and I thought it would be helpful to Pops, letting him keep some independence but it also meant it was only going to be a matter of time before we needed to sit down with Elenor and explain everything to her.

“Crash here,” Jax hummed, with a sad smile on his face, “I don’t want you to be alone though, not like this,” he said with a concerned look. I knew what he was worried about, the last time I broke down like this I found comfort in a bottle of whiskey and he found me passed out behind the bar.

“I can stay with her, man,” Charles said without any hesitation, the gesture caused my heart to flutter.

“You sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if it was a problem,” Charles half laughed, as Jax took my hand bringing me to his feet, allowing Charles to stand up himself.

“I appreciate it,” Jax nodded, pulling me into his arms, squeezing me tight before pressing a kiss against the top of my head as Charles walked across the room saying his goodbyes to Pierre, “make sure you get some sleep, Squirt.”

Soon enough it was just me and Charles in the bar, this was the first time we had been truly alone and I just wished it was under better circumstances.

Guiding him up to the small apartment, I froze the moment I entered the room.

There was only one single bed.

“I don’t mind sharing but if you prefer I can crash on the floor,” Charles hummed, as if he could read my mind.

“Nah, you take the bed,” I whispered, standing awkwardly in the middle of the floor fiddling with the sleeves of my hoodie, “I’m more than likely not gonna get much sleep tonight anyway.”

A soft smile appeared on his face as he took my hand in his, his thumb brushing across my skin. “C'est absurde, je ne vais pas te chasser de ton propre lit. Nonsense, I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed,” he whispered, moving his hand to my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The softness of his touch caused my skin to erupt in goosebumps.

Running my hand over my face I let out a heavy sigh, there was no way I was going to let him sleep on the floor, “we can share,” I said quietly, feeling my cheeks flush, once again I was extremely vulnerable. I couldn’t tell if it was due to sharing a bed with someone other than Elenor or whether it was from how Charles had shown me a side of him that was never captured on the cameras.

I could feel myself falling fast and hard for the man standing in front of me.

Opening the small closet I found myself fumbling with the items hanging trying to find something for both of us to sleep in. Soon enough I found a spare pair of my pajamas and a pair of Jax’s shorts for Charles. Passing Charles the garment, I quickly disappeared into the tiny bathroom to give myself some privacy to change.

Taking a look at the pajamas I was gripping I could have screamed, of course the only ones I had on hand were the ones that Chibs had gotten me for secret santa as a joke. The top had ‘do not disturb, dreaming of Leclerc’ in bold red letters across the chest and the shorts had cartoon red F1 cars all over them.

There was no way I could wear the top, I wasn’t ready to have that conversation tonight, tossing the garment into the wash basket I went back to the closet trying to find another top, mentally I thanked Jax for having a clear out of his clothes last month, meaning I quickly found one of his tops to wear before disappearing back into the bathroom.

Once I was changed I took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. The sight of Charles topless standing in the middle of the room was enough to make me weak at the knees, if I hadn’t been leaning against the door frame I would have been a pile of mush on the floor.

“Come here you,” he whispered, taking a step closer to me, his hand quickly finding mine linking our fingers together, pulling me into his bare chest. The close contact caused my heart to race, I prayed he didn’t feel the speed it was beating, showing him the effect he was having on me, “let’s get you to bed,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss against my forehead.

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[alexiavettel]

chapter six

"The world was whole then, the sun and the moon together as one"

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!stroll¡reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: explicit language, reader manipulating her father to create chaos basically, Seb retirement, Lawrence is almost a good dad (i love him, i hate to make him a bit toxic), reader and charles being sassy and quite aggressive towards each other, Leclerc being obnoxiously sexist.

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that match the context

<<< previous part

April 10th, 2022

Melbourne, Australia- post-race

“We're gonna reveal in the next race” Charles notified you right after entering your trailer “Binotto wanted to be in Monza but it’s too far. So.. I was thinking that we could walk in on thursday holding hands” he starts planning.

“We didn’t agree with soft launching?”

“For god’s sake, Stroll! We’ve been soft launching for months! I had never gone out so much even with my real girlfriends, there are more pics of us in gossips accounts than on our own phones, we do more press together lately than when we were in the same team. Everyone figured that we are together already” he seats down on your couch.

“But why Imola? We could wait a bit, don’t we?”

“They decided already. Better be soon in the season, no?” 

“I will find a way to not let this be a main thing this weekend…” you murmur to yourself but Leclerc managed to hear it.

“What are you planning, Satan?” The man gets up and comes closer, eyeing you suspiciously.

“I don’t wanna be in the spotlight… with you” you whisper.

“Gotta be clearer, sweetheart” he looks at you quirking his brow.

“You’ll see it!” You turn to him and smile over sweetly.

“I don’t like the way you say this-”

“Do you want all the questions this weekend to be about our relationship? Yeah, I don’t think so. My team had something planned for a while so I think we could announce it now and it’ll take a bit of the spotlight from me- us”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s a bit of a risky move, but I’m gonna figure it out”

•

“Dad, please! I would never ask you for something like this if it really wasn’t important!” A lie, you would. You have done it multiple times already.

“Do you know how many problems this may create?” He grew uncomfortable in his seat. Having a serious conversation like this one, wasn’t your first option but the anxiety won.

“Daddy… An upgrade was already planned for Imola, we gonna announce it this thursday anyway. So thinking in a business way, it’ll attract to us a lot of attention. Since we’re having a good development this season, it will create an expectation in everyone that we are turning into a brand new team and one of the main ones. Announcing Alonso will create so much speculation and basically initiate the silly season”

“Kitten, there will be so many questions,” he sighed tiredly “did you stop to think how risky that is? To you, specifically. No one's gonna think Vettel is retiring, they will question your talent and ability, sweetie. I think I can do what you ask me but are you ready for all that?”

“Yes, I am. I’m not a kid anymore, you know I can take a bit of shit from the media with my head high. I’ve done it already, I can do it again. Thank you, daddy!” You hug him dearly. Really happy that the plan worked out and that he trusted you enough for that, but quite worried about the consequences. 

“Don’t worry, kitten. But I’ll need your help to talk with Vettel, see if he’s okay with all this. I’m gonna take care of the rest, let’s see if Alonso allows it. But I’m gonna make it happen, anything for you baby girl. Just… Don’t disappoint me, okay?”

“Never, father. But if Seb isn’t okay with it you don’t need to do it, deal?”

“You are the most perfect teammate, sweetheart” he shuffles your hair affectionately.

•

April 20th, 2022

Silverstone, United Kingdom - Aston Martin Headquarters

You told Seb everything yesterday, from the point of taking the attention away from you and Leclerc to open opportunities to other teams' proposals, as your official (and undisclosed information) contract ends this year.

Your dad was happy about Vettel’s acceptance and already set everything up for today’s breaking news. So let the silly season begin! While on Sim, Sebastian gave you a lesson about how risky that could be and if the media starts to go too harsh on you, you can call him up anytime. You have been ignoring Leclerc for the past few days since he hasn’t stopped asking what you're going to do and you can’t wait to see his reaction. Liv told you the news release time, not before calling you crazy and “Can’t you fucking accept that you and Charles are a couple?”...

Your mobile started ringing like crazy but you just put it on the ‘do not disturb’ mode and follow with your day. It actually made you curious sometimes throughout the day but you tried to concentrate on training, and gossiping with Seb helped a lot.

“So… People enjoyed the news?” Vettel asked when we were about to get out.

“I don’t know, didn’t touch my phone since it came out” you admitted picking up your stuff.

“You’re not curious?”  He side-eyed you smirking.

“Yes… But we already know what they’re talking about either way”

“Get your phone, if you're not curious I am!” You did what he said and got shocked by how many missed calls, hundreds of messages and social media notifications.

“God’s sake!...” You showed your phone to him and he started laughing at your reaction “Let’s search the news”

“SILLY SEASON BEGAN: Fernando Alonso joins Aston Martin for 2023. Who will leave?”

“Is Y/n Stroll remaining in Formula One?”

“Vettel OR Stroll? Who will leave Aston Martin?”

“Will Lawrence Stroll be brave enough to fire his own daughter?”

“Is it possible that Sebastian Vettel is going to retire?”

“Is Sebastian Vettel going back to Ferrari?”

“Who will replace Fernando Alonso in Alpine?”

“Will the only female driver on the grid be fired?”

“Did you see Leclerc’s message?” Sebastian asked after you two read all the news.

“He’s probably just freaking out. Did you already explain to him the Ferrari beef?” His reaction said enough “Why not?”

“Do you really think it will help his relationship with Mattia? I can tell him after I retire, I heard Binotto will retire depending on this year’s performance…”

“Really? That could explain why he had gone so far for Leclerc’s reputation. Shit, he’s fucked!” You laughed out loud while Seb attempted to scold you but failed and started giggling with you.

•

April 21st, 2022

Imola, Italy - Media day

Y/n Stroll POV:

“So the ghost comes to pay me a visit?” He was suited in his classic Ferrari polo when he opened his hotel room’s door. 

“Shut up, Leclerc” I enter the room and sit on his bed.

“You ghosted me for more than a week and I can’t be mad?!” He closed the door harshly.

“Stop being dramatic…” I shuffle around his messy bag of clothes.

“I’m not being dramatic!” He’s probably so mad that he doesn’t even care that I’m going through his stuff.

“Why do you care that much?” I found less embarrassing trousers, a white tailored one “Missed your pretty girlfriend?” I look up at him teasingly and he just avoids me looking at the trousers.

“Fuck you. What’s that?”

“I’m not being seen with you wearing those horrendous pants! Change to this white one and then we can go” With a sweet smile I shove him into the bathroom. 

As he took time to change I used the opportunity to read all the messages he sent to me in the meantime. 150 messages all about him going crazy like “WTF ARE YOU DOING?” “ARE YOU GETTING FIRED?”, it made me giggle.

He didn't say anything while walking out of the bathroom, just gathered his things in silence and didn’t wait for me to get out of the room.

“Are you really that mad at me?” He was waiting at the lift door. “Silence treatment now?” He remains silent.

The elevator arrives and we enter with quietude filling the air. If we stay in this situation the remaining 14 floors will be unbearable.

“I am not getting fired”.

Fourteenth floor

“I didn’t tell before ‘cause I didn’t know if my father would allow”.

Thirteenth floor

“You’re not gonna talk to me? Really? Stop fucking ignoring me!”

“Are you really that embarrassed of me?”

Twelfth floor

“Embarrassed? Only of your sense of style, Leclerc”

“It’s a lie”

“No, it’s not! Why would I be so embarrassed of you?” 

“You’re gaslighting me!”

“I am not! Why can’t fucking answer me properly?!”

“Look how much chaos you created just to not hold my fucking hand!” He scratched his neck after messing up his hair nervously.

“That’s not the problem!” I pick up his hand, interlacing our fingers “See!”

“Then why did you do all this? You don’t want this fake shit, I know it really well. I got you! But was this all necessary?!” He shook my hand away and widened his eyes.

“I don’t want the spotlight in my face!”

“You don’t shy away! Like never!”

“Can’t you put yourself in my place one fucking time?! You and the others can change girlfriends like a pair of shoes and will be treated normally!”

“And?”

“Stop playing dumb! Having a boyfriend will be the main point of my weekend to them. Especially if it is with a driver! They gonna question my ability, if I’m able to discern my personal and professional life, that I’m a whore who couldn’t keep it in the pants with a coworker!”

“They’ll do the same with me, don’t play the victim” He messes his hair madly.

“You’re a man! You’ll be the best one ‘cause you got a hot girl at work, you’ll be the player, an ‘alpha’. Now aside from ‘getting my seat from daddy’s money’ my good performance will be explained it’s because I’m fucking you or some bullshit like that!”

“Okay, I understand but! Why ignore me like that?! I can help and will! Why don’t you talk to me?”

“We are not friends! Why would you help if not for your own image? Stop pretending you care!”

“You are so self-absorbed!” Shit.

“Leclerc!” Shit shit shit shit shit.

“Don’t ‘Leclerc’ me! You screamed at me so can I!” 

“Leclerc! Listen-”

“No! You listen!-”

“Charles, shut up! Look!” I show the floor pointers stuck between the twelfth and eleventh floors. And right at that moment, the lights go off just resting the emergency one.

“Oh fine, great. Amazing really! Exactly just what I needed!” He shouts pressing the emergency button repeatedly “No one sees this fucking camera?!” He asks loudly, waving his arms like crazy to the small thing pinned on the corner.

“Are you fucking blind?” I nervously point to the only light on us.

“I’m gonna kill myself-” He desperately leans against the wall.

“Do you have a stick up in your ass?” I come closer to him starting to feel my blood boiling more. Everything he said is piling over and getting me even worse.

“What did you just say?” He starts to look down at me.

“Do-you-have-a-stick-up-in-your-ass? Did I forget something?” If he can look down at me like I’m shit I can do as well.

“Why can’t you stop being a bitch for a second?! We’re literally trapped here!” He approaches me caging in the wall, he narrows his eyes with a newfound intensity. Not just anger but something indescribable. 

“Yeah, nightmare material. Not like we got to choose!”

“Nah, I don’t believe you…” he starts smirking.

“You’re the one who is a breath away from me, Leclerc” I tilt my head to look directly at his eyes.

“Fuck off!” He distances himself mad.

“I gladly would. And look, just because I love torturing you, doesn’t mean I like spending time with you” Teasing him is a bit better when we’re not trapped in a lift and I can get out after this point.

“You really aren’t making this any easier, are you?” The driver started trying to open the door "I can't open it!"

“It's protected against idiots” I giggle as his arms shake after only opening about 5 cm of the door just to be concrete. We are literally in between floors, great. I hope we don’t die.

“Listen here” He corners me at the end of the lift, putting his arms around my head caging me and holding my jaw to look at him “Dare me again and I’ll fucking break you off”

“Wow!” I say cynically “That cute little face you’re pulling didn’t scare me before and it definitely won’t now. Put it away” I grab his jaw, pushing his cheeks together. and slapping him away weakly. 

“You find my face cute, huh?” He scrunches his nose, pushing my hands away and smirking.

“I hate- Fuck!” The lights come back and as the lift starts to tremble we stumble over each other. If it wasn’t for his hand on my hips we both would’ve been on the ground right now.

“Don’t panic! We are getting you two out of there!” We heard a masculine voice through the small opening in the elevator’s door.

“So… What you were saying?” He didn’t move his hand away.

“I hate you so fucking much!” The teasing is gone. I’m just mad right now. I don’t know how or why he can make me thrilled so easily but I would do anything to change that.

“Oh really?” He puts his right hand on my cheek, smirking.

“I don’t know what you’re doing. But yes, Leclerc really.” I managed to stare back at him defiantly.

“Lying doesn’t suit you, sweetheart”

“But you know what does? You getting off of me, sweetheart” I don’t like the feeling of my cheeks burning so I slap him off and go close to the door, with my back turned to him. “I hope we don’t get too late to the press…” I think out loud after a bit of silence.

“Lucky enough we were early. Probably going to arrive just in time, chérie” He acts normally, just checking the time on his watch.

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The Magic of Modeling

How is it already the second to last day of Chubtober!? I can’t believe it’s almost over.

Today’s prompt is Enchanted from fatguarddog’s list and there is a little cameo from my favorite gal.

Read here or on AO3!

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Taehyung wasn’t even sure how it was brought up. They were all talking about Jimin’s latest fashion show and then somehow, they were talking about Taehyung’s modeling ability.

While he was incredibly handsome and his partners never failed to tell him that, Taehyung knew he was not the model type.

He had been chubby his entire life and he really enjoyed that about himself. Taehyung loved food, loved his soft belly, and loved his wide thighs. He was the perfect cuddler and his lap was the best seat for his partners.

Taehyung knew it was partially a lie as he said it, but it didn’t stop him from setting up what eventually would become a months long endeavor.

“I could definitely model.”

His partners seemed to fall silent, figuring out how to respond to him lightly until Yoongi took the burden on himself.

“Tae, you know I’m saying this with all my love and respect for you with no judgment, but we both know that’s not really true. The industry sucks and you would have to lose weight to be taken seriously.”

Taehyung knew Yoongi was right, unfortunate as the truth was, but he also didn’t want that to stop him. It somehow became a challenge for himself - a fixation to figure out how he could pull it off.

He didn’t feel that he needed to prove them wrong necessarily because they loved and supported him, enjoying his body and hyping up his look, but it almost was like proving the industry as a whole wrong. An unknown sleight of his own hand.

It started with a lot of research for Taehyung to figure out how he could be chubby…maybe fat if he were to be honest with himself and enter the modeling world.

That is when Taehyung remembered Hwasa, the granddaughter of his grandmother’s best friend.

They had been childhood friends and he trusted her to come up with a solution considering that she descended from a long line of witches.

Taehyung certainly wasn’t going to attempt losing the weight first because he would never give into the toxic industry and he honestly just didn’t have the willpower to do it.

After looking up types of charms and spells, Taehyung found a variation on a Cinderella-esque magical effect that could allow him to have the best of both worlds.

It would allow Taehyung’s true form to be as fat and happy as he wanted while also shifting into the “ideal” frame for male modeling.

He could maintain the perfect model image during certain hours of the day before returning home to indulge in his favorite meals and couch cuddles.

After meeting up at Hwasa’s shop and explaining his findings, she looked at him with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“You’re serious about this?”

“Of course, I told you, I need to make this point. I have to prove them wrong.”

“But they aren’t discouraging you, it’s just realistic.”

“Fine, then I need to prove the industry wrong.”

“By finding a loophole to still have the body type they require and no one knowing.”

“I will know! That’s the point!”

“God, you are so dumb…”

“So, you’re not going to do it?”

“What? Of course I’m going to do it, sit down.”

In a matter of hours, Taehyung was looking a completely different version of himself in the mirror. He couldn’t remember a time that his jaw had such a sharp line or ever having definition on his abdomen.

Honestly, Taehyung hated it. It felt and looked wrong, like everything that made him Taehyung was gone - way too small and cold.

“Man, you look hot as hell, models should consider themselves lucky that you love food so much, but it also just looks so off. You sure about this?”

Hwasa’s voice startled Taehyung and he nodded. He couldn’t agree more that it was not the look for him, however, he knew that he could easily sell the model look long enough to make his point.

“Yeah, I just need to do this until I can book a project and then be done with it.”

“Let me help with that. I’ve got some contacts in the industry. You aren’t the only one who uses magic to cut corners.”

Taehyung managed to hide his little secret from his partners, not utilizing Hwasa’s perfect charm until she sent him the details for a shoot.

Showing up to the set gave him a lot of insight to Jin and Jimin’s experiences, Taehyung making a mental note to check in on them both considering how uptight and brutally honest everyone was.

He truly had a terrible time and was happy that he hadn’t changed his life and body to work toward this. Although, he did accept a few more shoots since Hwasa went through so much to help him.

However, Taehyung did draw the line at a certain point.

“Maybe we can get you a partner shoot with someone. One last project because we call it.”

“Woah, I’m trying to prove myself, not get in trouble. No partners besides my own.”

“I don’t understand you, Tae, but somehow, I respect you.”

What Hwasa didn’t tell him was that she did find him a partner shoot that did follow his rules.

When Taehyung showed up the following week on set looking trim and toned, the last person he expected to see was Park Jimin.

It took everything for him not to run in the other direction, wanting his plan to be a big reveal once his photos were published.

Jimin turns to greet his model counterpart, eyes widening as he immediately recognizes a version of his partner that he’s never seen before.

“T-Tae…”

“Minnie, I can explain.”

“You better fucking explain! What did you do to yourself? Did you hurt yourself? Why-“

“Jimin-ah, please, let’s talk in private.”

After explaining his entire plan and the fact that it wasn’t permanent, Taehyung saw the relief form on Jimin’s face.

Showering him in kisses and gentle touches, Jimin explained how scared he was that Taehyung did something dangerous and how happy he was to know that his soft and warm Tae was still underneath the magic.

They did the shoot together perfectly, chemistry and intimacy flowing naturally between loving partners.

Jimin stole a few shots from his team to take home as proof, changing his tune as soon as they were in the car together.

Taehyung knew he was in for it based on Jimin’s adamance that he told the entire story to their partners that night.

He could barely get the words out before the scolding began, telling him it was a reckless decision for such a silly reason.

Also, Namjoon and Hoseok both lectured him, frustrated and concerned that he would look elsewhere for magic knowing that he had two perfectly capable magic users in the house.

Taehyung reasoned that it would ruin the surprise and used his photos with Jimin as proof, finding that the impressive shots silenced his berating partners who could see the appeal.

What Taehyung had not expected was for his popularity as a model to take off. His shoot with Jimin went viral and he was getting offers for more and more work.

Tae tried so hard not to be smug about it because he knows he's hot shit and in his mind, this was proving to everyone that he could have both - being fat and a top model.

Part of him was discouraged that he couldn’t just be himself though. The only reason he was not on the front page of Vogue as his true self was because the industry decisions makers were cowards.

With Jimin becoming his never ending hypeman, complimenting his modeling but never shutting about how hot he was at his actual size, Taehyung found it easier to continue.

He introduced Namjoon, Hoseok, and Hwasa who were able to maintain his secret charm, allowing him to have the best of both worlds throughout his career.

His partners would admit to having a weird satisfaction watching him grow to his normal size as Taehyung was completely transparent with them on his arrangement now.

However, they weren’t the only ones who couldn’t keep their eyes off Taehyung. He became an enigma of the modeling industry.

The man landing covers and centerfolds with Park Jimin and Kim Seokjin on his arms that also had a cheeseburger and a milkshake for lunch on set while the other models ate their salads and drank their green juice.

Taehyung never told anyone aside from his loving partners and closest friend ever learned of his perfectly enchanted weight - the key to his happiness and success.

And maybe his happiness grew a little more knowing that Taehyung had convinced Jin and Jimin to loosen up and relax, maybe sharing the love of his little charm and big appetite with his partners over the years.

No one had to know that the most successful trio of models in Korea looked much softer behind closed doors.

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WIP Wednesday

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Please enjoy some angst from my TK's growing up years fic -

2017 -

TK couldn’t help but fidget as he sat there. He was sitting on the couch in his dad’s office. He had no idea why. They’d returned from a call, and then there was his dad. He said, “Get your gear off and come up to my office, okay?” And TK nodded and did just that; then he barely had enough time to worry about what this was about. Then when he got to his dad’s office, the phone rang. It was the captain of the 269; Owen mouthed “sorry” as he motioned for TK to sit down and then he stepped out of his own office. And that left TK to sit and stew in his own anxieties.

Which, it hadn’t even been ten minutes yet. But TK was pretty sure that the other guys from the 252 knew that TK was up here. If they didn’t, they surely would the longer he sat and waited.

It had only been 42 days since TK had returned to work after rehab; and he had spent every day doing his best not to draw attention to himself and act like he hadn’t been gone for 30 days.

Of course, he thought bitterly to himself as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, it’s not like any of them would say anything to his face, anyway. They never did before; it didn’t stop TK from learning what they called him behind his back.

TK started to peel at the fingernail on his index finger. He had this down to a science; he knew the exact spot to stop where if he continued, he’d getting down to the quick, and it would start to bleed. His nail was diminishing; the point of no return was getting closer.

“I think you’re getting close to the bone there”. TK jumped at his dad’s voice. He sat up straighter as his dad re-entered the office and sat on the arm of the couch.

“I’m sorry about the wait,” his dad said, squeezing TK’s shoulder gently. “There’s been a problem at the 269. One of their guys might be joining us here”.

“Oh”. TK nodded. “Cool”. He watched as his dad got up and came to sit down next to him. “So,” TK said with a shrug, “what’s up?”

“I just wanted to check in with you,” Owen answered. “See how you were doing”.

“I’m fine”. TK shrugged. “Everything’s good”.

“Your mother said you might have found a place,” his dad prompted.

“Uh huh”. TK nodded. “But I can’t afford it without having her co-sign, so I’m still looking. Which, I told her this is why people have roommates; not like we don’t live in the most expensive city in the world, and—”

“And you haven’t had the best luck with roommates, son,” his dad chided him gently. “And you’re starting over, it’d be better for you not to have to worry what someone else is bringing home”.

TK groaned. “Dad, very little of what happened is Avery’s fault. And,” he stood up, “if there isn’t a reason for us to be doing this now, I’m on laundry today, and I really want to—”

“Well, there is a reason,” his dad rose to his feet as well. “And I’m afraid that it can’t wait. I need you to sit back down”. He put his hands firmly on his son’s shoulders. TK glared for a minute before he allowed his dad to gently push him back down towards the couch.

“Okay, what?” TK snapped. “What is so important?”

Owen exhaled slowly. “I just wanted to check in with you. See if there was anything you wanted to tell me… before I found out some other way?” TK racked his brain for anything, any amount of time unaccounted for that would have led to this line of questioning.

“No”. TK shook his head. “Dad, just ask me what you’re going to ask me. Get it over with”.

Owen exhaled slowly. “I’m not accusing you of anything,” he began. “But two weeks in a row you were gone at the same day for the same amount of time. Last Wednesday—”

“Oh my God,” TK buried his face in his hands. “You know, you really missed your calling as a private eye”.

“I was doing the assembly for the career fair,” his dad continued, undeterred, “which you had also originally signed up for. I was told you had taken your name off for an appointment. Then yesterday, same thing happened. After the call at the drycleaners, you mysteriously disappeared, and resurfaced around dinner. I’ve got a rational amount of concern for the situation”.

“Yeah, except you have no idea what the situation is,” TK grumbled. “And I did have an appointment. I didn’t lie about that”.

“I didn’t say you did,” his dad replied. “Who was the appointment with?” TK leaned his head back on the couch. “Why do you have to know?” TK asked.

“You know exactly why, kid,” his dad murmured. He reached over and ran a hand through his son’s hair amidst TK’s protests. “The door is closed, no one can see you”. He reminded his son. “Might I remind you, I believed you when you told me you were fine four months ago. I believed you when you said the group therapy was helping. I want more than anything to believe you… but I’m somewhat terrified of what will happen if I do”.

TK hated what his dad was saying; and hated even more that he couldn’t argue with any of it. So much for this being a good surprise. “Fine”. He sighed. “You win. It’s Hazel McLaughlin”.

“Oh”. Not the answer Owen was expecting. “She works out of the 243. How’d you meet her?”

“I got her name from Diana Pink”. TK hugged his arms to his chest. “Then I sent her a message on Facebook. With Lyle gone, she’s the only person I know who’s dual certified. She’s been helping me study to take the test. To be a dual certified firefighter and paramedic”.

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🎶 afterglow by t swift with tom holland

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tom holland x female!reader

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“Tom? What the hell are you doing here?”

You were already a little late on your schedule. And you knew that at any minute the wedding planner would come to bring you outside with the guests.

So you were trying to finish as fast as possible. While you were putting your mascara on, you noticed Tom’s presence in the mirror. You almost screamed: seeing your ex today was like seeing a ghost. You weren’t sure it was good day to die.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to talk to you before the ceremony. Is it ok?” he sounded breathless, like it was taking all his strength to be here right now. You always loved how passionate Tom sounded about your relationship. Like he would give his body, heart and soul for it to work. Turned out it wasn’t enough, but you couldn’t say he didn’t try.

You turned around and stood up, smoothing your dress with your hands to make it look good. You were so going to die if something was wrong about your look… “It’s not like you give me the choice, Tom.” you replied with a small laugh, proof of your anxiety. You’ve never been scared around Tom. He was always the one making sure you were feeling alright and doing stupid things to make you laugh. But today was different.

You finally looked up at your ex boyfriend, still standing in the middle of the room. Playing with his fingers.

You took a few seconds for yourself to enjoy his beauty. Because Tom was looking great in a dark blue suit, his curly hair styled like he loves to do it now. You noticed the small pastel blue flowers in his jacket. Meaning the wedding planner had seen him already. Meaning you were probably already in trouble. But you didn’t care. You were allowed a break for a few minutes.

“Listen I…” he started walking to you. And he noticed your goosebump, making him stop in his way. He didn’t know what it meant: were you happy? Were you stressed around him? Should he stay? Should he leave? He was a famous actor, going around the world and meeting hundreds of people. But Tom still felt like a normal boy around you, because you were one of the rare people he really wanted to make things right with. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, I didn’t mean those stupids things ! God what do I have to break what I love…” he signed, taking his head in his hands.

It broke your heart to see him like this. Because no matter all the awful things that could have been said or thoughts, you never ever hated Tom Holland. You knew that he was the sweetest person on Earth and that he was just overstressed by his career. Many times you told him he was like Icarus, that one day he would burn himself with this system. But Tom didn’t want to hear you. And now here you were, in front of each other. Stil loving each other.

You walked to him and took one of his hands. When he uncovered his eyes, you noticed how blurry they were. You slowly brushed his cheek with a small smile. “Tom…” you whispered, but you couldn’t find the right words. So instead, you put your forehead against his like you used to do. It was more meaningful than any kiss, it was the connection between you. The love between you.

“Tell me that you’re still mine…” you felt his breath against your lips, like his words were directly entering your body. “Tell me we’ll be fine…” he begged you and you nodded slowly. You put a small kiss on his lips before taking a step backwards.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, frowning. He was still holding your hand firmly, making sure you won’t walk away. And you couldn't help but laugh at his confusion.

“You’re all I want, Tom, I swear.” You kissed his hand. “But I’m pretty sure my sister is going to kill you if we’re late and we ruin his wedding.” His eyes grew big, like he just remembered where he was. At your sister’s wedding, where you were the maid of honour.

“Ok, ok I’m going.” he started walking towards the door before going back to you to kiss you. It was a sweet and passionate kiss. Both his hands went on your neck while you put yours on his shoulder. You had to find a way to push him away before getting killed. “Go away Tom” you laughed against his lips and he shook his head. “I don’t want to leave you again.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes, I promise.” you looked at him deep in the eyes and the small childish smile he had told you he trusted you. You were back in the afterglow. And maybe one day, he could be this annoying at your wedding. Who knows?

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #my writing #600 followers celebration #softtdaisy celebration

[roonyxx]

Invisible: Part 4

Summary: Still cooped up in her room, she only wants to see one person.

Warnings: angst, language, low-self esteem, fluff, history crap and time (lol doesn’t make any sense now does it? hehehe)

Pairing: Y/n, Castiel, Dean, Sam

Wordcount: 1274

A/N: OKAY, so this story is taking a life of it’s own and I have like zero idea what I am doing so this chapter, I love it and hate it lol. All typos are my bad woops (it are finals, give me a break lol) I hope y’all enjoy!

My Masterlist

Invisible Masterlist

You were curled up in your bed, blanket pulled up until under your eyes when you heard the knock.

You didn’t say anything but with a click your door was unlocked, you frowned and wanted to scream at whoever entered until you saw two blue eyes.

“Cas…” You sat up in bed and when he sat on the side of it and opened his arms you fell right into them.

He wrapped his arms around you, he moved to sit with his back against the headboard with you snuggled into his side.

You sighed deep. “Did Dean call you?”

“He did”

You sniffed again, feeling the tears well up at just the mention of his name.

“So you know what happened?”

“I know he knows how you feel about him and that he is very sorry.”

“Yeah, it’s not his fault, I shouldn’t be as hurt as I am over something I knew for years.”

Cas rubbed his hand over your back.

“I just… I had this iny tiny flicker of hope that maybe deep down he felt the same you know… but yeah, he doesn’t.” You scoffed and wiped at your eyes. “God why am I even crying? Love never works out for me… I should stop whining about it and get used to it.”

“You’ll find someone.”

“Yeah.” I don’t want someone, I want him.

You detangled yourself from him. “You don’t have to listen to me whine, I’m sure you have more important stuff to do.”

Cas tilted his head at you. “You are important.”

You chuckled, “More important than heaven?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you so kind to me?”

“Because you are my friend and I care deeply about you.”

You laid back down next to him, shoulders touching.

You chuckled remembering the first time you met.

“I never apologized to you.”

Cas frowned, “For what?”

“For when we first met, I tried to stab you.”

“Oh that, it’s fine, happens all the time.” He smiled at you and you looked into his eyes, staring a bit longer than what was considered normal.

You always shared a deep bond with Cas, he was a good friend and understood you better than anyone, you loved how he could be so smart and oblivious at the same time. How he could be all sweet and cute the one second and be totally terrifying the next. You often forgot he was an actual angel, how powerful he really was.

“Can you tell me one of your stories again?”

Cas chuckled, “I can, pick a time.”

“Uhhm what about, 1920! The roaring twenties!”

“Hm yes, it was as you probably know, a social and cultural peak in human history.”

“Yes. Is it true it was all about partying like in the Great Gatsby?”

“Partly yes, economic was at his height and people could afford more. But the patriotism of World War I also started back then.”

“Oh yeah, the war, must have been some busy years for heaven.”

“In a way it was.”

“Where were you back then?”

He looked up in thought. “I was here on earth, observing.”

“Just observing? You didn’t try to stop it?”

Cas shook his head. “No, we are under no circumstance allowed to interfere with big events, World War I is a fixed point in time.”

You frowned, “Fixed point in time?”

“Like you have to imagine time as a piece of thread, and it is pinned on a wall by thumbtacks, these fixed points are the thumbtacks and prevent them from falling off the wall. Any interference with a fixed point could make it possible for a time line to fall off and cease to exist.”

“Oh so if you would have helped in the war, this world wouldn’t exist anymore?”

“Time is something very complicated, I can’t begin to explain it, but in a way yes.”

You and Cas did this often, you asked for one of his stories if you wanted to get your mind off of something, he had a lived a million lives so he had endless stories. He had so much knowledge and he had gone through so much it amazed you.

“It must have been hard to observe all the pain in the world and not be allowed to do something about it.”

“Back then it was very easy, I didn’t see pain or sadness, I just saw what I had to do. I had much knowledge about everything, but nothing about human emotion. If I should do it again now, I don’t think I would be able too.”

“No?”

“No, ever since I have been human, I understand emotions and feel them, not as intense but I do feel.”

You patted his chest. “Yeah, you did have quite the character development.” You chuckled.

“I did, most because of you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you make me look different at things, try to see the beauty in a flower instead of just looking at the molecules in it, you make me want to enjoy the little things in life, you make me more human.”

You blushed at his words. “Why want to be human, it totally sucks!” You joked at him.

“There is an awful lot of pain yes, but there is also happiness, the amazing taste of food, love, passion, sex, all things humans explore.”

“Yeah well not all humans get love, passion and sex…”

“Y/n…”

“Yeah I know, I’m sorry, just ignore my whining.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes again.

“You are not whining, you are hurt, it’s okay.”

You scoffed through your tears. “Guess your grace can’t fix a broken heart?”

“Sadly no, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not Y/n, you don’t deserve this, you deserve to be loved.”

You put your head against his shoulder, “Do I?”

He frowned deep, he moved his hand to your face so he could look into your eyes.

“You do, don’t ever think you don’t deserve love.”

“I just” a sob broke through your chest, “I want him so bad it hurts Cas, I just want to be with him, every time I see him I fall in love all over again, how am I supposed to get over that?”

“Give it time, time heals everything and I will be here every second of the way.”

You clung to him.

“Thank you.”

He moved to look into your eyes again. “Dean is extremely sorry.”

“Of course he is, that man lives on guilt, I should apologize to him…”

“You don’t have to, it is not your fault you love him, you can’t help it.”

“Yeah and Dean can’t blame himself for not loving me back. I just… I wished he did, I wished so damn much he did.”

Cas wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and stroking your hair.

“This feeling, it will pass Y/n.”

“I don’t think it will Cas, I love him so much… and I just lost him, forever, I feel like he died.”

“I’m so sorry Y/n.”

You sat up again, sitting cross-legged toward Castiel.

“Can you stay here with me today? I feel like drowning and you are my life vest, but if you have more important stuff to do, it’s okay.”

“Nothing is more important to me than you, yes I will stay with you.” He gave you a kind smile.

“Thank you Cas.”

You laid back next to him and asked him to tell you another story.

Cas gladly obliged, he wrapped you into his arms again and enjoyed the feeling you gave him whenever you were close, it gave him a weird sensation in his stomach he quite didn’t understood.

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[twisted-art-wounders]

YGO AU Leviathan Rising

Yugi and Levi have a sleep over and Levi confesses his feelings for Yugi.

Chapter 14 The sleepover to end all sleepovers

They were back in Yugi's room; a fort made of pillows and blankets was made in the middle, floating lights shaped like stars hung all around. Inside the fortress of pillows and comfort Yugi was in his light blue star pyjamas while Levi was in a basic black t-shirt with the green symbol of the Orichalcos printed in the center with matching shorts. Levi watched Yugi move around a few pillows making space for more stuffed toys of Duel Monsters including Kuriboh and Marshmallon. Yugi was arranging the pile of DVD's next to bags of chips, candy and cans of soda.

Around Yugi's neck the millennium puzzle dangled; the god's golden eyes narrowed watching the puzzle swing back and forth like a pendulum. It didn't bother him before when Yugi would wear his puzzle but now looking at it filled the god with rage, a constant reminder to him that the Pharaoh's lingering presence was always in Yugi's mind, heart, and soul. Levi's fists tightened more the more he thought about it he would've drawn blood if Yugi didn't snap him out of it.

“Okay I think we're ready!” Yugi looked around taking stock of everything before them, a large TV appeared behind them and Yugi crawled over to it with a DVD in hand putting it in the player.

“Okay first thing we'll do is watch one of my favourite action movies! “Enter the Dragon” I know it's old but trust me this one is great!” Yugi looked back at Levi who only nodded and waited for Yugi to crawl back over to him. Sitting next to the god Yugi hugged his Kuriboh plush and started watching the movie.

At some point in the middle of the film Levi finally decided to ask. “I thought you didn't like violence? This movie is all fighting.”

Yugi was a bit lost in the film at this point but he still turned to face Leviathan before he answered. “Oh I do, but this is fictional violence so it's not the same thing. Besides this movie isn't just about the violence, it's about defending those who can't defend themselves!”

“Pfft why would someone as strong as him want to protect others? He should just keep to himself and let the humans defend themselves.” Levi munched on some chips watching the screen bored at this point.

“Because having power doesn't mean you should lord it over others, you use it to help others!” Yugi watched Levi eat and looked down a little hugging his plush more.

“I always wanted to be like that...someone who could stand up for others who couldn't do it for themselves, be a true hero you know? But this is who I am...I don't have powers, or strength...that really all came form the other me, he's the one with the powers...”

“Now you have power. Unlimited power! You can do as you wish now.” Levi took a sip form a can of cola now. “I gave you far greater power then the Millennium Items can.” Levi once again was eyeing the puzzle almost like he was challenging it.

“No doubt you defiantly have given me powers Levi. Not that I've really had the chance to use them myself you know. And it's not like you'd let me use them the way I hope to...” Yugi looked away still holding his plush tighter.

“Hmm perhaps I can allow you to have another hour of freedom...but you'd want to use your powers to free all of the captured souls and stop Dartz's plans...”

“Well you got me there and I know you wouldn't let me do that...you serve Dartz after all.”

Levi chuckled “You have it wrong Yugi, Dartz serves me.” He took another sip

“Then why go through all of this? If Dartz is your servant then just tell him to stop feeding you souls. You could find another way of feeding! I felt great after I had a hamburger, maybe we can-” Yugi was silenced by Levi slamming his can down, he gulped and looked at the god.

“It's not that simple Yugi. I can't just stop eating souls! I am the god of the Orichalcos! I was made form the rage in human hearts! The rage of the world! My only wish to eradicate all human life!” Levi's eyes glowed as his crushed the can in his hand, hissing he turned to Yugi who looked frightened by his out burst. Levi's eyes widened as he let go of the can, as it tumbled to the ground Levi's eyes returned to normal.

He reached out a hand and touched Yugi's face gently, he could feel Yugi's slight twitch when he did. His thumb gently massaged Yugi's cheek trying to clam him.

“Just as you are Yugi Muto, I am the Great Leviathan. I can not change what I am... ” Leviathan looked at Yugi's scared face turn to sorrow as he touched Leviathan's own cheek.

“Ma-maybe you can't ch-ange what you are...but you can change who you are...You are a god Levi I thought that meant you didn't have rules? That you stand beyond humans?”

Levi nodded “You are correct about that.”

“Then that means you can change who you are, Even if you where human I'd say the same thing! You can chose to be who you want to be...”

Leviathan was always amazed with Yugi's optimism even in the worse case scenarios he still wanted to believe in the worst of beings, he still wanted to to believe in light...

The god grinned and let out a little huff “So what do you think I could be?”

Yugi had to think since well Levi could literately be anything he wanted; He was a snake- well some kind of snake but he seemed related to dragons...dragons like Timeaus. Defenders...protectors of others...heroes of legend.

“You could be a knight!”

Levi raised an eye brow at him, was he serious?

“Yeah a knight! Just like the legendary dragons! You can defend the world of the humans just like Timeaus and others defend the duel monsters world! You'd be just like the Three Musketeers!”

Levi looked at Yugi in confusion trying to piece together what he just told him; Be a knight? Defend the earth? Work with the legendary dragons?

“Three Musketeers? Like Dartz's swordsmen? Besides they are already a threesome that would defeat the purpose of the name wouldn't it?”

“No, well sort of...and no there were actually 4 Musketeers; Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and D'Artagnan! But he didn't become one of them until later on in the book see; we've been studying it in my English literature class...so that'd make you like D'Artagnan! ” Yugi's eyes we're lit up with excitement. “And once you've proven yourself to the dragons then you'd be allowed to join them!”

“Hmph!  And what makes you think they would accept me as one of their own? I am the god of Orichalcos, they are the defenders of light. We cannot get along.”

“That's not true! You told me the Orichalcos can give you a path to both darkness and light! So why not use it to take the path of light? And I'm sure Timeaus and other dragons would accept you if you really wanted to become a protector of earth!” Yugi held both Levi's hands now his smile even wider. “I think you would be an amazing protector.”

Levi watched Yugi's eyes sparkle; it was like the universe shined in his eyes, everything and anything that can and would be all existing in him all at once. Leviathan's face went soft for a moment he really felt like maybe Yugi's words made sense... he was a god he could do what he wished...and if Yugi wished for him to be good...to follow the light...then maybe just maybe...

Levi shock his head quickly and tried to push attention somewhere else; he looked over to the stack of DVD's and pulled out one he then ask “What is Beauty and Beast?”

Yugi looked over at the DVD he was holding and smiled “Oh that's a classic too! It's about a girl named Belle who trades her freedom to save her father form being a prisoner of a horrible beast. But as she spends more time with the beast she learns to love him and breaks a curse over him! This is also a french story you know.”

“Hmm... can we watch this one next?” Levi couldn't keep his eyes over the cover art.

“Sure! I watched it a few weeks ago so it's still fresh in my mind!” Yugi took the DVD form it's case and put it into the player.

As Levi and Yugi both watched the movie; Levi couldn't help but feel this was all following very closely to their own situation. He watched as Yugi laughed at a few scenes and would look over to him and point out something he was confused about. Once they got to the ballroom scene Levi's heart started to race as he watched the couple dance to the graceful music, he couldn't help but imagine that this was him and Yugi. The lyrics adding more emotion to heart; perhaps he could change too? And if he did will Yugi love him?

By the end of the film Yugi was on his back and stretching out on his pillows

“Wow this is still a classic! So what did you think of it Levi? Felt a bit close to home for us huh?” Yugi chuckled a bit.

“Yes it feels very similar...Yugi remember what you told me earlier? About being able to choose who I want to be?” Levi looked over to Yugi who nodded sitting up again.

“Well If I can choose to be who I want to be...” Leviathan turned to face Yugi and lowered himself more standing on one knee, he held Yugi's hand and reached into his pocket pulling out a small box.

“Then I choose to be yours.” opening the small box there was a silver ring shaped like a serpent grabbing it's tail and in the centre was a green glowing stone. Yugi was confused at first but then it all hit him like ton of bricks.

“Will you be mine? Be my true partner?” Leviathan's eyes were full of absolute sincerity and adoration, a new gentle love had formed within him and he placed all of his love all of his heart into his words. “I love you. I love you so much Yugi Muto please become my mate.”

Yugi was in shock; this wasn't something he thought he'd ever hear at least not for a long time. Marriage? Was he serious? How did they jump form talking about choosing your fate to marriage so quickly? Yugi swallowed hard he was sweating and slightly embarrassed...

“I...uhh you...we...uhh...” Yugi was struggling to find the right words, he watched as Levi's face started to lower a bit he looked a little confused.

“Did I not do this correctly? This is how humans ask for matrimony is it not? This is how one confesses their feelings towards each other right?”

“Y-yes it is! but Levi we...I can't -we can't...I'm not...You and I uhh...” Yugi rubbed the back of his neck and tried to pull away now. Levi was getting a bit more more agitated now holding onto his hand more.

“What are you trying to say? Just tell me!” Levi had a bit of aggression flare up in his voice now.

“I...don't want to get married?” Yugi watched as Leviathan's eyes widened in disbelief.

“W-what are you saying? You don't want to be my mate?”

Yugi swallowed hard he was sweating extremely nervous as he let the words out

“N-no I don't want to be your mate Levi...”

Yugi quickly added.

“But that doesn't mean I'm not your friend! We can be very good friends! We are good friends! Even if our though our time has been brief I've really gotten to know and like you Levi!”

After Yugi said no Leviathan's ears couldn't pick up on the rest of what Yugi was saying, it was all starting to be drowned out and he was getting further and further away form everything around them.

Then something broke...inside of him.

“I'm sorry Levi but I don't feel that way about you...But I still like you alot!” Yugi was trying hard to play damage control, when he noticed the box close and fall form Leviathan's hand. His head was down now and he stopped holding Yugi's hand

“...Levi? Are you-”

He heard a small chuckle come form under Leviathan's breath, his fangs were visible under the darkness of his face.

He slowly started to stand up.

“Yugi...you've shown me just how truly cruel you are...” he kept chuckling but tears started to run down his cheeks. “I confessed my feelings to you...I let you into my heart...and you-you broke it.”

“What? No Levi I didn't mean to hurt you but I don't share the same feelings of love to you that you do to me.”

Levi rubbed his cheeks a bit trying to flick away his tears “Why? Why do you not share my feelings! You gave me these feelings! And now you want to run away form them?!” the god shouted as his claws cracked popping out of his fingertips.

“No! No I don't mean that I-” Yugi watched as Leviathan's form started to get darker his eyes still hidden form his bangs falling over them.

“What do you mean?! You're confusing me! Why don't you love me!?” the world started to crackle and break Yugi was trying to keep his footing but fell backwards hitting not pillows but hard rock. The safely of his room had fallen and now he was in a dark void, sitting on a tall rocky pillar.

“Tell me Yugi! Why don't you love me? Is it because I'm not a human like your friends? I'm I not attractive like that Tea girl? Strong like your Joey? Possess power like the Pharaoh!?” With each word a storm grew stronger and stronger around them, Yugi hand nothing to hold onto as the winds cascaded around him.

“I am ALL these things and MORE! BUT IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU!”

He tried to stop things, tried to regain control but the god has stolen his ability to do so, once again he was powerless in his own mind.

“Le-Leviathan! Please!” Yugi screamed as load as he could before being blown right off the pillar, he was tossed and thrown all around, he couldn't tell up and down left and right it was all just purse darkness and he was scared. He felt his body hit another set of rocks and hard, even if it was all in his mind he felt it it was so sharp and hard he felt like he broke a few bones form the impact.

“STOP IT! PLEASE STOP IT!” Yugi screamed at the top of his lungs, holding his paining chest, then it all came to a stop, he opened his eyes slowly, he didn't see anything just a figure...it was Leviathan he was only a shadow now his golden eyes the only source of light around them, but instead of anger they where filled with sorrow and pain.

“L-Levi?” Yugi spoke weakly reaching out a hand towards the eyes, only to have them turn away form him. “Levi... I'm sorry...I'm really sorry I didn't- I never meant to hurt you...”

The figured noticed Yugi was holding his ribs with hs other hand now and whimpered “I'm sorry...Yugi.” Leviathan's voice was distant but it still bled with pain and honesty.

“Please Levi...you need to understand that just because I don't love you in that way....doesn't mean your any less important to me!” Yugi reached out again coming closer to the shadow, his hand was shaking form fear...but he still placed it on the shadow's back. He felt it twitch a bit but under his palm it soon calmed down.

“You mean so much to me...” the shadow let out a whimper as it started to cry.

Yugi removed his hand and now embraced the shadow form behind even if it pained him so much to do so he kept his hold, the shadow was stiff at first but slowly it started to calm down and smooth itself out.

“I know I do. Look inside of my heart Levi you've seen how big it is? There's so much room inside of it you could lost...” Yugi let out a tearful and painful laugh “So you know that no matter what you're always going to have a place there. No matter what.”

The shadows finally melted away and Leviathan was back to his original form again. Yugi smiled and embarrassed him more letting his tears fall onto his shoulder.

“I do love you...you're my friend Levi.”

With Yugi's words finally entering his heart Leviathan's tears started again but this time they where tears of joy.

To Be Continued...

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[undead-notunreasonable]

|| Happy Drac-O-Ween! ||

Chapter 28 / 31

Dracula was standing with several other servants, all gathered around a bed in the highest rooms within the estate. The highest rooms belonging to that of the servants. Everyone was shrouded in silence, some wiping away tears, and some with arms wrapped around another as they observed the body on the bed. The only sound present for all in attendance was the birds chirping outside in the early morning, for Dracula it was the addition of thumping hearts minus the one stone cold dead. He stood at the foot of the bed, arms folded behind his back, keeping himself in silence with everyone else to pay his respects to the deceased, although a singular disappointed eyebrow rose as he gazed down at the body before him. It wasn't that he was sorry for the passing of this young servant, it was that his death could have consequences. I told you not to die so quickly. You're going to regret it. He clucked in his mind. The evidence of how this man had died was tragically clear by the stained bandages wrapped around both his wrists, covered up for the respect of everyone else present in that moment. From what he had been told, the man had received news that his broken leg was too far damaged & ever beyond repair. In these harsh times with lack of accessibility & disability acceptance, that would surely mean no work, and no work meant no food in your belly, nothing to pay your way in an already harsh world. He would have to work his fingers quite literally to the bone, tearing skin off, and having more of his hand bandaged for a pittance of a pay that wouldn't even allow him to spend a few minutes in a doss house. Dracula could see why one would want to take their if that was the kind of future that had awaited them. Though, really, you should have waited a short while longer. Did you really think a small sample of my blood could fix you with so many prying eyes? That was for the pain you fool. Dracula scolded the corpse once more. Though it was interesting, as he observed, he noted that the bandages weren't as bloodied as they should be. He was a man of war, he knew how much another man could bleed through linen gauze. His gaze followed round to the servants & an idea that perhaps one of them had raised his wrists to stop the blood flow before realising it too late. With a croaked whimper, a woman to Draculas left cut into the mournful silence "I will, uh, I will inform her Ladyship. A grave will be made by the family church & a small ceremony shall be had. May God forgive him, may God rest his soul." Her voice wavered in a high tone as another cry threatened to break through but she managed to steady herself enough to leave the room to set about her task. A man, possibly in his 60s with a heavy salt & pepper moustache, that quite frankly looked as though he'd stolen a schnauzers beard, took hold of the thin bedsheet & pulled it up to cover Egons face.

Later on in the day, as the body was taken down to the servants hall to be cleaned, washed away of its sins & redressed, Dracula sat once more alone in the privacy of his gifted room. He sat & pondered with the last of Egons blood, staring deep into the burning fire, about the fragility of human life. Though he got bored of that & moved on, finishing the glass of blood in a single swig. He'd like to imagine that a tiny part of their souls was being consumed, forever trapped & lost within him with no way of ever escaping. That thought always made him chuckle. In fact, that little imagery was so vivid in his mind that he failed to hear Valeria enter the room & stood in front of the seat opposite. Her eyebrows drawn together, she asked "What are you laughing about?" in a tone that resembled the voice of someone having woken up from a dreadful nights sleep, which partly she did but mostly she was just fed up of this game.

"Egons died." Dracula replied coolly, as if the servant didn't matter, which in fact he didn't. He was merely a bloodbag for the Count.

Valerias faced squirmed into a mixture of confusion & offence. "I thought you two were privately courting? I imagined you'd be more upset by the news."

Dracula quickly interjected, wagging his finger to chastise "No, nothing of the sort. I need sustenance & he wanted favour of a sexual nature. Two secrets between two men. I never cared for him." he swat his hand in the air as though warding off a pestering fly.  Valeria sat with her hands folded on her lap, seeing the opportunity to bring about her question “So... Egon.” she started “...He’s really dead, is he? He’s not going to suddenly show up, like yourself then?” The Count’s dark eyes met her own “Rest assured, dear Valeria, you won’t wake to the fingers of a corpse scratching at your window as you sleep.” how on earth was she supposed to be ‘rest assured’ at that description? “I have never successfully created another being like myself. He’s dead.” Valeria felt as though she could let out a breath then, relaxing in the idea that perhaps she wasn’t a member of the Counts evil tribe. “Thank the Lord in Heaven.” she whispered to herself. Dracula had tensed at the praise for God, the human equivalent being a sudden sunbeam hitting directly at your sight, but he eye’d her curiously “Is there something I should know?” As the fire crackled, Valeria gathered her thoughts. It was odd. Here sat a man, a supernatural being beyond comprehension, and she worried he’d think her mad. Still, after a short moment, she confessed what was happening to her. The change in her senses & the worry that she was becoming like him. Another pause lingered between them, until a roaring laugh from Dracula caused a jump to leap from her bones. “If it was that easy to create another like me, Egon would have survived. No, no Valeria, the blood was only to heal the wound to your head. Your senses should calm by tomorrow, fear not.” Dracula polished off the last of Egon’s blood, and settled the glass on the small table to his left. He laced his fingers together, resting them on his stomach like one would after a particularly large meal. “From my understanding, you would need to consume a vast quantity of my blood, ultimately die, and within a few short hours return from the dead anew. At least, that is my theory. I’ve yet to find someone interesting enough to want to experiment on. Four hundred years proves enough time to tell me that humans are frightfully boring.” Boring is as boring does, if that meant Valeria could keep her life. Now that was rest assuring.

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[divinemelpomene]

Podcast Hauntings Part II

Hey, [REDACTED],

Thanks for the call. I'm sorry I missed it, I was avoiding it dear God I am not ready to actually talk to you it's the whole "trouble sleeping," you know? I think I am going to call out Monday to just…try and sleep for 12 hours. But hey after emailing you I fell asleep nearly immediately and succeeded at getting more than a couple of hours of sleep uninterrupted?

It was so cool to see your name pop up on my missed call list! And to hear your voice it sounds exactly the same as it did the last time we spoke. How do you still sound like that college guy? I guess we are that generation that won't change out cell numbers, huh? I didn't realize you had moved out to Ireland! How amazing– for work or school? Or following a love? I can't look you up on social media I didn't think about you for fifteen years I always figured you'd be the one to get out of here first. Maybe with the time difference we will be able to chat on the phone some during those insomnia nights I’m having.

Really though, thanks for not just calling my sister to come commit me for 72 hours. I don't think I can take the silence. If… if I keep the background noise high, it keeps them from coming. That sounds like the new season of Stranger Things, have you seen it? It reminds me of all the movies we used to watch, curled up on the couch in your parents basement I swear I am not claiming to be haunted by Vecna or something.

Let me see if I can explain what’s happened. The first time I noticed it, I mean I have to admit it had been clearly going on for awhile it was just the sound of a voice in the back of my head. A quiet voice, saying something in …well, in the voice I imagined her to have. I remember being excited that I was starting to be able to get into her head, you know? Like the authors used to talk about.

I kept thinking how lovely her voice is. Hypnotic, really. To everyone else it’s so awkward to their ears they cannot hear her the real her the true

The dreams started a few weeks later. Again, they felt like inspiration — my brain finally getting into a world so completely that I could write pages without stop. The easiest audio drama project I’ve worked on. Well the easiest since that project. That project we swore would make us famous that project that I agreed to do despite my gut reaction

After a few heavy nights of dreams followed by mornings of copious note taking, the dreams…turned strange. I mean, I was still in the town, just…not a part of town I had ever written about. It looked like that town. That town that we wiped from our memories god damn it those memories The character wouldn’t let me stay in this new part of town. Why would my brain keep bring up this place, but not actually allow me to enter it?

The last dream I had before I truly stopped sleeping well, I had turned up on the corner of this side of town. Again. I looked up to see her, the bright emerald green clothing I had began to associate with her. She shook her head, her eyes deep with concern.

“Why do I keep coming back here,” I asked, frustrated. She didn’t respond, just squeezed my arm tighter. So tight so fucking tight I tried to pry her hand off my arm.

“You’re hurting me,” I cried, as she squeezed tighter. I woke up to a scream on my lips.

It was a few hours later when I saw the bruise mark on my elbow, after wondering why the hell it was so sore.

I know how this sounds. But you have to realize, it was the town. The town with all the details. Did…did we not succeed?

With love,

Sincerely,

Mel

#nosleep #no sleep #nosleep horror #horror story

[officialtrashbin]

o1 Proxima Midnight/ Corvus Glaive

I got a couple of these and got super confused what it was for but apparently it’s for the LOVER art meme I reblogged for my artist friends cause my ass can’t draw.

So here’s my embarrassing attempt at a Proxima midnight to appease the masses

#do i even dare have the audacity to post this in the proxima midnight tag #proxima midnight #anon #god really didn’t stop my hand and allowed this to enter the world

[yanderechuu]

do any of the teachers ever notice the things happening to y/n? (i headcannon Mic and Midnight as yanderes that would give advice to 1A lol)

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

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Summary: Aizawa is the first one you approached in regards to your certain predicament.

Warning: nonconsensual recording

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Aizawa suspected something wasn’t quite right by the moment he saw you entering the class a minute before the bell rang, all haggard and teary-eyed, though you tried your best to obscure your disposition. He always knew you to often be in a state of discomfort whenever you were compelled to socialize, especially with your classmates, but now - you looked as if you reached your limit of holding the weight of the world on your shoulders, crashing down all at once as depicted on your crestfallen expression. 

And when you showed up in front of the faculty room, timidly soliciting his presence, his suspicions were only further verified. Even with a pending question regarding subject matters in your mind, you weren’t one to approach a teacher to inquire about it, and if you did it was because the teacher was the one who would ask your attendance; never the other way around.

Present Mic was the first one to acknowledge you. He stood up from his office chair, waving at you comically. “Yo, (l/n)! Having trouble with English again?”

You never had a problem with his subject; he only insisted that you’d come to him in regards to that. “N-no, not really. May I speak to Aizawa-sensei?”

“Talk with me instead!” He enthusiastically spoke and headed over to you. “Come on, what’s the matter?”

“It isn’t your place to ask that when I’m here.” Aizawa interceded, clearly unimpressed by Mic’s antics. He failed to see the latter’s displeased countenance. “(L/n), what is it?”

You avoided eye contact with him, averting your view to the ground - that was alright. You were always like this, and he didn’t mind. Nothing out of place except for the fact that it looked as if you were about to cry any moment now.

“Can we- can we, um, talk somewhere more private?” You asked quietly.

His brows raised in wonder at your request. Nevertheless, he didn’t decline you, only nodding lackadaisically before heading towards the teacher’s lounge, where you followed him suit. He flicked the door tag to ‘occupied’ and entered the room after you, when he told you sit on the three-person sofa situated not quite on the farthest left of the space. Then, he settled himself on the chair across you.

“Well?” He asked, expectantly.

But you had once again your head above a thick cloud of anxiety. You knew that after the event with Momo in the girls’ locker room - where you had injured her against your will because she had been violating your personal space - your homeroom teacher kept a cautious eye on you in case you’d re-enact that incident. And it wasn’t just that incident that made him look at you like you were a criminal on the loose, either. Your classmates found and did a lot of ways to place you in Aizawa’s naughty list just so you wouldn’t snitch on their abusive (they’d call it affectionate) behavior on you.

That didn’t erase the fact that you were nevertheless his student; he cared for you no less than he cared for his other pupils, yet you were just too ignorant in figuring that out. All that mattered to you was that you’d voice out your current concern to him, but with your insecurities holding you down it seemed it would be more difficult than you had primarily foreseen it to be.

“I-I,” you stammered out, fiddling with something inside your pocket, “u-um, you see, t-there’s this, I mean, I can’t-”

He grew increasingly frustrated with your constant stuttering, and although he did understand your shy nature which largely affected your conversational habits, he only had so much patience to deal with it.

“I don’t have all day.” He stated, glowering at your form in mild irritation. “If you’re going to keep doing that, talk to the wall.”

You abruptly halted in speaking after that, only looking down on your lap, staring wide-eyed, grief-stricken at the revelation that perhaps he really did not want to heed any of your words because you were just that bad of a student that he had decided you were not worth much the effort to concern himself with. And maybe he was right - that your words didn’t matter because you didn’t matter; that there were more affairs he better be tending to than yours; that you were only making a big deal out of this when it truthfully wasn’t.

Oh god, you felt like vomiting. Self-deprecation was getting the better of you.

He stood up and sauntered to the exit, not bothering to spare you a glance. “Come back to me when you actually know what you want to say.”

It was a matter of seconds when you ran to him, pulling him back rather harshly by the grip you had on his sleeve. He turned around due to the force to see your head still hung low, avoiding his gaze as always - only, your shoulders were quivering sporadically, and occasional sniffs were heard from your person.

“P-please, sensei...” you voiced out, shaken and horrifyingly delicate. “I-I’m so scared. Please.”

While he looked at you with contracted irises, countenance now alert from your unexpected disposition, you pulled your trembling hand out of your skirt pocket, nervously disclosing to him from your palm a small, black device with a tiny yet prominent lens.

“M-my room,” you heaved, “I-I saw this i-in my room, m-my closet, while- while I was dressing up, and I don’t know how long it had been in there but it probably already caught me bare and-”

You broke down in a flurry misery and shame, allowing yourself to fall to the ground but you didn’t - Aizawa seized you in his arms, his gentle, fatherly arms that could only do so much to console you from the horror of your reality. And he held your head as you cried on his chest, one little thing he could do after ignoring your situation and letting you think that your significance was less than the rest of his other students. At that moment, you were just so little, so fragile, so naïve he’d keep you in his pocket if he could. Why would someone do something as debauched as illegally recording your innocent self?

“I’m sor-sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m really telling the truth, p-please-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I don’t doubt you.” He reassured. Why were you apologizing? Were you that insecure of being a nuisance? No, no, you never were. Not to him. He reached for your hand to take the cursed device. “Since when did you find out?”

“J-just this morning.” You responded.

“Alright. Do you want to rest? This must have taken a huge toll on you.”

But you still had classes ongoing. Then again, you didn’t feel like looking at the faces of the prime suspects who possibly did you dirty, even when you knew that you’d have to eventually interact with them to get notes of your missed lessons. You were so tired from summoning the lot of your courage to confront your teacher regarding your problem, so you probably wouldn’t have the energy to listen to class discussion. Aizawa finalized your decision by pulling you up and guiding you towards the office of Recovery Girl who, after being briefed of your predicament by your homeroom teacher, welcomed you with a warm smile, telling you to make yourself comfortable in one of the beds in the infirmary.

He then made his way to 1A classroom, a newfound swelling of rage and disappointment in his chest, both forwarded to his class and to himself because only now did he realize that perhaps you were often so restless and apprehensive in the presence of your classmates because they did things that made you bury yourself in the deepest parts of your shell as a last attempt to revel in a sense of safety. Your timidity was not entirely derived from your own nature; it was also due to the maltreatment you were receiving from your classmates. Halting his steps by the classroom door, he looked through the glass window, seeing the class focusing on Midnight’s lecture.

Well, not quite. He could tell that your classmates were visibly affected by the lack of your presence, glancing at your desk from time to time as quiz papers were being passed behind - so they were in the middle of a test, he guessed. But that wasn’t his concern.

In impudent manner, he walked in amid Midnight’s talking, disregarding her face’s sudden morphing into vexation as the students gave him a look of confusion.

“Eraser, what are you-” she was rudely interrupted as Aizawa took the test reference papers from her hands. Something about Modern Hero Art History, he read. He faced his class with disdain, stating,

“Until someone confesses their crime of hiding a spy camera on (l/n)’s dorm room, all of you are receiving failing marks on this test.”

Quite suddenly, the class burst into violent upheaval, gasping, perking, some allowing the dreadful news of your situation to sink in, others letting out noises of complaint before actually taking consideration to the main point of Aizawa’s statement. Midnight stared at him in disbelief, but did nothing to stop his measures.

Momo abruptly stood. “I-is (y/n) okay? We should go check on her!”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Aizawa said. “All of you are suspects. You’ve no right to see her.”

“She probably just made that up get back on us for whatever fucking reason!” Yelled Bakugou.

“Yeah?” The male pro-hero disingenuously mused. He then picked up the spy camera and held it for everyone to see, before setting it down the teacher’s podium. “This was found on her closet. Would she risk recording herself naked just to prove that point?”

Noise died down thereafter, setting their sights solemnly at the device, the class collectively having the same thought in regards to the spy camera.

(Why hadn’t they thought of that? It could have been easier to check on you that way, since you almost always confined yourself in the privacy of your own room.)

“So? No one wants to speak up?” Aizawa asked, though expected the silence.

“Aizawa, have them approach you after classes. It’s embarrassing this way.” Midnight intervened.

“Well that’s the point. Get them exposed to the entire class, so everyone could realize how much of a perverted bastard one of these to-be heroes are. Good values, my ass.” He replied, not bothering to filter rather colorful vocabulary. “Where’s your dignity?”

He let a minute or two pass for the perpetrator to reveal themselves, but soon it became apparent that whomever they were refused to admit to their crime, willing to sacrifice the grades of the class for the sake of anonymity. That would be deemed useless, anyway, because Aizawa was already set on figuring out whom they were, no matter the extent he’d go to in order for that to happen. He’d expel them at once.

But he didn’t have the power to expel someone outside of his class.

“I guess that’s it for your test.” He sighed, disgruntled, picking up the small camera and sauntering his way out of the classroom after giving Midnight a look that he was dead serious with marking all of them a failing score. She stared at him in uncertainty, nonetheless abided by his decisions, albeit hesitantly.

Upon ascertaining his absence, Midnight turned to Class 1A, amusement and humor dancing on her seductive countenance.

“Naïve, hormonal teenagers,” she mused, “the closet, really? Couldn’t you have chosen somewhere less conspicuous?”

None of them bothered to tell her that they were truthfully unaware of the incident.

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Hagakure Toru, stealth hero, entered your room silently in the nude, the only proof of her movements being a tinier, different spy camera she’d brought along with her. No, not the closet, you might find it again. It looked so painfully obvious on the desk, too, and neither in the bathroom due to its pale white interior. 

But on the pencil holder situated atop your nightstand would do. You barely moved it, anyway, only having its purpose served as a decoration; something to fill the vacancy of the bedside table. After a few adjustments in camouflaging the device with the environment and making sure the lens displayed the area of your space, Hagakure checked its concealment one more time, before mechanically heading outside and back to her own dorm. 

Her body collided almost violently with her room’s door, snapping her out of her trance. 

“H-huh!? Weird... how’d I end up in my room?” She asked, receiving no answer from particularly anyone.

But Shinso Hitoshi could provide her one, if only he weren’t outside, staring at your terrace from five stories down your room, a gratifying smirk donned on his features. Now, the only thing he had to do was dismantle and relocate the gadgets wirelessly connected with the camera Aizawa had confiscated.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #deku x you #midoriya izuku x reader #deku x reader #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #class 1a x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere bnha #uraraka x reader #momo x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader #yandere #yanderechuu

[bangtangalicious]

fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch.  “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your  mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

masterlist

#jungkooksmut #bts smut #jungkook smut #bangtan smut #btssmutcentral #jungkook x y/n #bangtansmutcentral #this is a mess #jungkook fanfic #jungkook oneshot #jungkook imagine

[extremelyblackandwhite]

barbarella, arabella | rockstar!bucky

pairing: rockstar!bucky x popstar!reader

warnings: smut (18+), oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, slight voyeurism

masterlist (false god)

she's a modern lover, it's an exploration, she's made of outer space. and her lips are like the galaxy's edge, and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place ...

1 YEARS LATER

The night sky was bright by skies and halcyon spotlights as Bucky stood in front of two bouncers looking down on him. You’d think that after spending the last year having his face plastered next to hers, they’d know who he was which in their defense, they did. They just said he wasn’t allowed near Ms Y/N which was rather funny to him considering he had heard her moaning through his phone just this morning while jerking off in the shower. He crossed his arms, waiting until the small little woman who was intent on continuing to make his life a living hell, walked towards the bouncers, happily in a Prada dress he had bought. 

     - You haven’t seen your girlfriend in 2 months and you’re here? Chatting with the bouncers? 

     - So you didn’t tell the bouncers not to let me get inside my girlfriend’s own concert’s backstage? 

     - I just told them not to let any greasy messes in. It’s not my fault you match the description. 

     - Always fun to deal with you, Val.

He was finally let inside backstage after fighting it out with Valery. It didn’t matter how long he’d been dating Y/N or how much he had tried to appease her by buying her luxury items, Valery still enjoyed to make his life a living hell. Usually he’d indulge her on her childish games, he could play them better than anyone else after all, however, he hadn’t seen his girlfriend for a two long months due to concert conflicts and all he wanted to do was to see her. She herself had been busy, putting on the tour for her newest album and for the first time being able to decide what to wear, the back dancers, the chorus, everything. 

She’d maintain it all a big secret, only showing him some of the outfits for the tour, some of which he had definitely had fun with. He passed by the bouncer of her dressing room, entering and stopping the moment he saw her. He knew this dress, he’d heard of this ensemble from her stylist, a vintage Versace taken out of the archives specifically for her. A little black corset like top and a skirt which was entirely too short to make his mind wander.  

      - James! - she turned around from her hairstylist, rushing over to hug him. The hairstylist took it upon herself to leave, leaving them alone. - You’re here! You’re late!

      - I know. Valery told the bouncers not to let me in so I had to wait until she decided to let me in. 

      - You’re here though. - she looked at him with nothing much adoration, leaning over to kiss him. - I know a pop concert isn’t really what you enjoy so I’m glad you’re here. 

      - I wouldn’t miss it for the world, princess. Besides, how could I miss it when you’re wearing no clothes?

      - I am wearing clothes, I am fully clothed.

      - What happened to my beautiful, well dressed girl? - his hands held her hips close to his as his lips kissed down line of her jaw.

She slightly leaned her head towards her shoulder as his chapped lips kissed a path from her jaw, down to her neck. His tongue parted from his lips, licking a line down to the black strap of her top before he playfully bite her shoulder. She was about to reprimand him about leaving a mark on her shoulder, perhaps a bit too lost on that thought as she hadn’t noticed his hand had sneakingly traced a path up to her mid thigh and through the middle of her thighs until he traced his finger over her core through her underwear. 

      - We can’t. - she mumbled, drunk in the feeling and not entirely certain of her will. - I have to go.

      - We have time. - he placed kisses over her collarbone. - Besides, you’re so wet, princess. Don’t you want a little relief?

She didn’t reply, merely moaning in agreement as he kissed down her chest, his fingers pulling the fabric of her matching black underwear down to her knees. She missed him, missed his touch on her skin, how he smelled. Two months was too long yet all seemed to be forgotten as his thumb circled over her clit, a strained moan exiting her perfectly painted red lips as the feeling itself made her knees buckle.

     - Did you miss me, princess? - he circled his thumb slowly over her clit, enjoying the face she was making from the pleasure itself. - Uhm, did you touch yourself while listening to my calls? 

     - No. - she leaned her head against his shoulder as he continued with his torture on her bundle of nerves, her hips grinding against his hand.  

     - No? - he chuckled lowly, kissing the spot under her ear. - What did you do when I was away, princess, hm? Tell me. 

    - James ... - she mewled, attempting to grind her core further and faster against his palm for anything, even just the smallest form of release. 

    - Shsh ... - he calmed her down, stopping his motion but continuing his kisses down her neck, forcing her to face him. - Did you maybe grab my pillow, princess? Did you rub your pussy against it?

    - Mhmh. - she wasn’t gonna lie to him and she definitely wasn’t going to stall. She needed this, needed him. - James, please.

    - It wasn’t good enough for you. Was it, princess? - he thrust two fingers inside of her, the callousness of them enough to slightly satisfy her. - No. Only I can satisfy you, isn’t it? Hm? 

She held on tight to him as he slowly began to move his fingers in and out, her wall walls wrapped around them. She bite the fabric of his shirt, wanting to silence her moans from anyone outside hearing it. Her bouncer was outside after all and if she even made the smallest of noises, he was sure to break in. James didn’t care, he merely quickened the speed, her skin warming up and her walls contracting around his fingers as they hit that soft spongy spot. She her nails dug onto his back, expecting that sweet release to arrive at any moment, yet just as she felt she was about to enter cloud nine, he stopped, taking his fingers off her and bringing him up to his lips. 

    - James!

    - I thought you couldn’t. - he licked her juices from his fingers. - Shame, princess. You do taste so fucking good. 

    - But I ...

    - You what? - he walked forward until her hips hit the makeup table. - Hm? What do you want, princess? 

    - You know.

    - I do know, princess but you need to tell me. - he lowered down, putting her leg over her shoulder and drawing a line of kisses up her inner thigh. - What do you want, princess?

    - I wanna cum. - he just found her fucking adorable, that little pout as she said it. He smirked, kissing the end of her inner thigh before looking up back at her. - Please. 

   - You don’t need to ask twice, princess.

He dove into her like a starved man, his tongue licking a starting line through her folds, before he started to switch between sucking and licking. She moaned, her hands grabbing his hair and pulling his face closer. She couldn’t control her moans and neither could he, groaning and moaning against her flesh as his tongue tantalised her clit and dipped into her folds. 

   -  Aw, James ... - her head hit the mirror of the vanity, the material fogging from her restless breath. - James, fuck. 

   - Forgot how fucking good you taste. - he hummed against her clit.

   -  Ja ... - she was interrupted by a knock on her door, but he didn’t stop, instead he merely pulled her hips towards his face, licking through her folds once more. 

   -  Y/N, you have twenty minutes! - her stage manager yelled from the other side of the door. 

She wanted to answer yet every time she opened her mouth, all that came were moans she didn’t want anyone but him to hear. 

   - Come on. - he left her pussy to kiss her thigh. - Answer her. 

   - I’ll be ou ... - he returned back to licking her mid sentence, the word dying on an out loud moan that she was sure to have heard.

   - Are you okay, Y/N?

   -  Ye ... yeah. - her head hit the mirror as her body warmed up, shivers and waves shifting between hot and cold climbing up her thighs as his mouth worked wonders. - I ... M’ fine. 

A wave washed over her, her nails dragging on his scalp to press him deeper and closer as a shivering final moan echoed across the room. There was no lying or hiding, her bouncer must have heard it. Bucky smirked, licking his lips before raising to kiss her. 

    - Y/N! - Val’s voice came from the other side of the door. - Will you stop moaning like a whore and come do your show please? I’m sure you can give Bucky a private one after. 

She shot Bucky a look to which he shrugged, kissing her once more. 

   - I’m going! - she replied mid kisses. Bucky attempted to pull her panties from her knees but she stopped him. - No.

    - Please?

   - You have enough of my underwear as it is and I’m not going out there with a mini skirt and no panties. - she kissed his chin. - I need to go, now. 

    - You sure you don’t wanna have sex on stage?

    - James. 

    - I know. - he kissed her before leaning his forehead against hers. - Go rock them dead, princess.    

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[urwelcomeforthis]

Alex’s tattoo shows up the day after she punches Marcus Hinkle.

He had been picking on Kara in the hallway, dangling her math book above her head, taking advantage of his summer growth spurt.

Kara still doesn’t know what possessed Alex – Marcus Hinkle had been a thorn in her side since she had landed on Earth and started school a year ago, but whatever the reason, today was the day Alex couldn’t take anymore.

Eliza had been furious. Jeremiah had been (not so) silently proud.

Kara didn’t know what she had felt, really. Especially not when she asked Alex why, and the older girl had just shrugged and said “You’re my sister. It’s what we do.”

Up until this point being sisters meant fights in the hallway over the bathroom and ignoring each other at the dinner table.

Apparently, things were changing.

Kara is just waking up when she hears Alex’s hushed “What the hell?”

“What is it?” She asks, groggily sitting up and wiping at the sleep in her eyes.

Her sister is holding her forearm up, frantically scrubbing at a spot right in the middle, her eyes frantic.

“I don’t…. I don’t know! It’s like a tattoo but I didn’t get a tattoo! Fuck, Mom is going to kill me.” Alex sounds panicked as she continues scrubbing at the spot, and Kara feels her heartbeat speed up.

“You had a tattoo just appear on your skin?” Kara asks slowly, her mind suddenly far away on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore, in a culture she had been forced to leave behind.

Alex stops scrubbing and looks at Kara with a piercing gaze. “Yeah. It’s some funny symbol too, like the way you used to write before you learned English. Did you do this to me?”

Alex leaps off the bed and crosses the room in two quick strides, arm held out like an accusation.

Kara shrinks in on herself a little but nods. “I think so. I didn’t know it was possible here, but well, on Krypton when your soul mate reveals themselves, a tattoo linking you appears. I should have one too, somewhere, if you do.”

Alex stops dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Soul mates? But we’re sisters! That’s so gross!”

Jumping up from the bed, hands held up in surrender Kara hastens to explain further. “No! Not like that, I promise! Back home, people had different kinds of soul mates. Sometimes it was the romantic kind like you talk about here on Earth, but other times it could just be a compatible soul, someone who was meant to be a part of you.”

Alex still looks wary, if not relieved, as she tentatively holds out her arm. “So, what does this mean? What kind of soul mates are we?”

Stepping forward Kara delicately traces the symbols on Alex’s forearm. “It literally means “sister of the soul.” Je shesur. The symbol after it is unique, the way we would know we were linked. If this had happened on Krypton it would mean we were soul sisters. Not from the same parents but family just the same.”

Alex nods. “And here on Earth? What does it mean here?”

“The same thing. At least that’s what it means to me.” Kara refuses to meet Alex’s eyes, not sure she wants to see what waits for her there.

There’s a long minute of silence after Alex takes her arm back. The clearing of her throat brings Kara’s eyes up from their place on the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Alex asks, eyes burning with curiosity.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not on my arms like yours is. It must be hidden. Can you look on my back?”

“Sure.” Alex nods. “Lift up your shirt.”

Kara turns and tugs her shirt up and over her head. It takes a moment, but she hears her sister gasp followed by the feel of fingertips against her left shoulder blade.

“It’s the same as mine.” Alex says reverently, and Kara closes her eyes against the emotion welling up there.

Who would have thought she would get to have this piece of home?

“So, I guess I’m stuck with you. For like, ever, huh?” Alex smiles once Kara has turned back around.

Kara grins back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Alex shrugs. “Could be worse. But you have to tell Mom about this, because she’ll never believe me, and she is going to be pissed that I have a tattoo.”

“Sure, I can tell Mom.” Kara grins, a piece of her heart settling in place. She hasn’t felt at home on Earth, not really, but at this moment she feels like it isn’t all that bad.

--

The next person to get a tattoo is, interestingly enough, James.

It doesn’t come when they’re dating, or whatever it was that they were doing, no.

It comes after he has revealed himself to be Guardian, and he and Kara have the biggest fight of their friendship.

Kara wakes up the morning after tired, groggy, and more than a little cranky. Its as she’s stripping down to get in the shower that she notices it – the Kryptonese scrawled along the inside of her right bicep.

Throniv Shesur. Protector of the soul.

Kara heaves a deep, deep, sigh and grabs her phone.

She meets James at the DEO, both tentative around each other after the yelling match of the day before.

“So. I woke up with a tattoo. Kryptonese. Any idea what that’s about?” James looks smug, like he’s won some kind of battle with Kara and god, at that moment she wishes they were in the training room and she could just punch him.

“Yeah. I did too. It means “protector of the soul.” She crosses her arms against her chest, desperately trying to hold onto her anger from yesterday but the wide grin on James’ face is making it hard.

“I know. I asked Clark first thing since I figured you’re still pissed at me. He was a little surprised, but he translated it for me.”

“Where’s it at?” Kara asks, still pretending to be upset but truthfully it was hard given the glaring message from home telling her that James was meant to be Guardian. That they were meant to protect each other. Protect others together.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” James says with a waggle of his eyebrows and that’s what finally breaks Kara, a laugh ringing out across the room.

It wasn’t who she expected to have a tattoo, not in this way at least, but if it had to be anyone, she’s glad it’s James.

--

Mon-El doesn’t get a tattoo. Kara wishes she were more disappointed.

--

The last person to get a tattoo is someone Kara had desperately hoped both would and would not get a tattoo.

For a long time, she feared what that tattoo would be, if it were to happen. She feared having to explain it, having to explain herself.

She had checked with Clark a few times, when paranoia would get the better of her.

No, he always told her. Lex did not have a tattoo. They were enemies, yes, but it hadn’t been decided by destiny or fate. It just was.

That mollified Kara because she couldn’t stand it if she and Lena were to become Clark and Lex. She would fight against it, fight against fate to keep it from happening.

And then, well. It kind of happens anyways.

They aren’t enemies, not really. Lena just hates Kara and aims a few Kryptonite cannons at her and tries to mind control the entire planet, but really everyone is allowed a brief lapse of their sensibility, right?

And what matters is she came around, in the end.

It did take time, however, for them to build back to what they once had. It was different now, but in the way that things once broken and fixed usually are.

It was better, if anything.

They were back to shared lunches and dinners, quick breakfasts and coffee breaks. They were back to game nights as partners and movie nights as friends, and the occasional sleepovers as best friends.

Things were finally back to normal, so of course Kara had to go and absolutely, irrevocably, mess it up.

It was Alex’s fault, really.

If she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t asked Kara what was up between her and Lena lately, Kara probably never would have stopped to think about it.

She never would have stopped to think about the way her heart sped up when Lena entered a room, or the way her palms got sweaty when they hugged, or the way she just could not stop staring at Lena when she laughed at game nights.

But now she had thought of it and had come to the very scary conclusion that she was in love with her best friend.

Her best friend who didn’t have a tattoo.

She would, after all this time, have a tattoo, the tattoo, if they were meant to be together, right?

Kara mulls it over for weeks. It haunts her. She asks Lena about tattoos, and if she has any.

She learns that yes, in fact Lena does have tattoos and boy howdy one of them is on her lower back and it is seared into the back of her eyes now that she has seen it.

But she doesn’t have any kryptonian tattoos, which is really what Kara was aiming for.

Much like it was Alex’s fault that Kara even realized she was in love, it’s also Alex who reminds Kara of one important detail.

“Well I didn’t get my tattoo until after I punched what’s his face. Maybe you have to tell Lena how you feel and then she’ll get the tattoo.”

Kara feels dumb struck, right there on her own couch, because of course, Alex is right.

The tattoos always come after the person has already revealed themselves.

Then of course comes the true fear: what if she tells Lena and she still doesn’t get a tattoo?

That’s the question she’s mulling over the next night as she and Lena sit on her couch watching some documentary that had been put on Netflix.

Lena looks beautiful, face bare of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose.

She’s eating a piece of pizza, a rare treat after a long week of work, and Kara decides that it doesn’t matter if Lena doesn’t get a tattoo.

She’s hopelessly, desperately in love with the woman and she can’t let a tattoo that may or may not come dictate her life.

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Kara blurts out, like this isn’t a life changing moment, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to say. (It is.)

Lena chokes a little on the bite she was swallowing, her hand coming up to her chest as she sets down the slice.

“Excuse me?”

Kara laughs. She’s never felt more free than in this moment. “I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

Lena looks at her, shock written all over her face. “Oh. I guess that’s good.”

“Just good?” Kara nudges Lena’s thigh with her knee.

Lena shakes her head. “I mean it’s more than good, considering I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” Kara could float up to the moon, she thinks.

Lena smiles, nose crinkled. “Yeah.”

It’s the next morning that Lena calls and asks if Kara can stop by. She has this tattoo she didn’t have yesterday, right on her ribcage, and it looks like it’s Kryptonian.

Kara frantically searches her own body, finding the script on her hip, on the left side.

Zhao Shesur. Love of the soul.

It took them five years to get to this point, but Kara knows, this moment was more than worth the wait.

#i took some liberties with kryptonese #here have a drabble #supercorp #lena luthor x kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #just some ideas on different kinds of soul mates and soul mates in general #not fully formed but this is as good as its going to get #i promise this has supercorp