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rosylix · 2 days

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rosy

더 깊이 빠져들겠지 더 조금씩 더 조금씩 넌...

you don't know how to give a hickey.. what are friends for if not to help each other with these things?

pairing: bff!felix × gn!reader

content: nonidol au, fluff, not rly smut but suggestive (mdni pls), shy/inexperienced reader, hickeys (duh), reader is like slightly germophobic idk, a lot of teasing, no use of y/n

a/n: i am so delusional i need to bite this mans neck badly. and yes this is my username. yes it's the loona song. lol

[also read on ao3]

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God, you should have just kept your mouth shut.

“You don't know how to give a hickey?”

You shake your head and cover your face, hiding from Felix, who's sitting next to you on his bed.

“Wait, really? Like you've never even tried it on yourself?” he asks.

“No?! What, people actually do that?” Your hands lower slightly to reveal your eyes widening.

He breathes out a laugh and you hit his arm. “It's not funny!”

“It's kind of funny.”

“Shut up. I just— like— I never… whatever.” He poorly conceals a teasing smile. “Shut up or you're literally not getting any cinnamon rolls tomorrow. In fact, lemme ask Hannie if he wants your extras.” You pull out your phone.

Before you can do anything, Felix swiftly moves closer to you, his hand pushing yours down. “Whoa, whoa, hey.. that's a little drastic, yeah? Have I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you? ..And your cinnamon rolls?” He smiles sweetly, batting his eyelashes at you.

You grumble but drop the phone and shake his hand away, pursing your lips to fight a smile. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence.

…And then Felix ruins it.

“But you've kissed people before, right?”

You look at him incredulously. “Did I not say to shut up??” you shriek.

“Is that a no?” He giggles. He fucking giggles. You want to punch his pretty face.

“Lee Felix Yongbok I will smite you down right here where you stand if you don't—”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay wait, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I just mean, it's kind of like the same thing, you know?”

“The same as what? Giving a h-hickey?” You can't help but stutter a little.

“Yeah like it's… I'll show you.”

Felix suddenly moves so he's in front of you and gently grabs your arm. He'll show you?! Literally what. What the hell. You let out a small squeak and instinctively lean away from him.

“Relax, I just meant here,” he touches your arm. “Is that okay?”

You stare at him.

“...Or I could show it on myself but I thought it might be better to feel it? Or I don't have to do it at all of course,” he says quickly.

Oh. It takes a second but the gears in your head start slowly turning enough to respond.

“Oh.” Well, okay, that wasn't as much of a response as you meant to give.

Felix laughs softly and pulls his hand away from your arm. “Sorry, it's too weird, right? No worries.”

But wait, you're actually curious. And isn't it better to figure it out before you inevitably make a fool out of yourself in front of someone else? It makes you a bit nervous but… you're comfortable with Felix. “No, wait, you can uh... show me…?”

His eyebrows raise for a second but then he smiles. “You sure?”

You nod. You still feel a little dazed and you're not really cognizant enough to actually do anything but watch him as he moves closer again. Your arm must feel like a dead weight but he lifts it up and lowers his head, placing a chaste kiss on your inner wrist. “This okay? Usually you um... start with kissing.”

“O-Oh, okay, yeah..” you murmur. What is this sudden weird atmosphere? Maybe you're the only one feeling it. Felix doesn't seem too phased, but you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Shit, can he feel your pulse right now? You really hope not.

He flashes a shy smile and places another kiss there, and another a little higher, and another, and it feels way too intimate and sends shivers up your spine. Slowly, he moves up your forearm, stopping right before your elbow.

“So… then.. you just wanna like... suck,” he says before doing just that, right below the crook of your elbow.

Oh. It feels weird. You must have made a noise or something because he looks up at you through dark lashes, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. You swallow. What the actual hell is happening right now?

After holding excruciating eye contact for what feels like an eternity, he lets his eyes close. Thank god, because it was making your chest feel tight and weird. You continue to stare as he continues kissing and sucking at your arm, face absolutely burning at the strange sensation.

You've literally lost the freaking plot. You just sit there, no semblance of time passing. After about twenty seconds? Twenty minutes? It literally could have been either — he finally pulls away, with a final kiss and light drag of his teeth against your skin.

You hold your breath as he sits up and gently maneuvers your arm so you could see the fruits of his labor. He clears his throat. “Um, so… it's starting to show up. See?” he says a little breathlessly.

You nod, unsure what to say when your best friend literally just sucked a hickey onto your arm. A very platonic hickey. Okay. This is fine. This is totally normal right? It must be or he wouldn't have offered. ..Right? You stare down at the bruise starting to blossom on your arm and finally chance a glance at Felix, but he also has his head down, staring at your arm.

Suddenly as if on cue, his head jerks up. When he sees you looking at him he grins. “Cool, right? How does it feel?”

“Weird…” you mumble. How can he be so nonchalant about this? You want to strangle him.

He nods. “It might be a little sensitive for a bit.” He runs his fingers lightly over the reddening area and you immediately see what he means. It feels tender and tingly under his touch. You shiver. “So.. you think you get how to do it now?” he asks.

“Um… yeah, I mean, maybe?”

“Do you wanna try?”

“Try? What, on… on your arm?!”

A slight blush creeps up his face and he shrugs. “Sure, or wherever… my arm, or my neck since that's where it's usually…”

You feel your face heat up as well. “I…”

“I just thought, if you wanna like, practice? But of course you don't have to.” He looks away and shrugs again, seeming a little embarrassed for suggesting it.

You open and close your mouth over and over again like a fish. Like a stupid dumb fish who somehow got itself reeled into this crazy situation. But honestly, the more you think about it, the offer to practice is tempting. When would you get another opportunity like this? Probably never. And… you trust Felix more than anyone else.

“...Is it really okay?” you ask hesitantly.

Felix looks up, blinking a few times before smiling. “Of course. I mean, it's only fair since I did it on you,” he laughs softly. He seems happy but also a little surprised that you actually appeared to be agreeing to his offer. Honestly, you're surprised too.

“Right, um…” you mumble. You shuffle a little closer to him. His hand slides down from your elbow to your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the back of it with his thumb. To reassure you, you think. It's a sweet gesture.

You lean in slightly towards his neck, deciding that if you do it here, you can hide your face from him and avoid any eye contact. “Um, can I...? Where should I…?”

You're so close to him. You can hear his breath catch a little before he points to the side of his neck with his free hand. “Around here,” he says, his voice somehow getting impossibly lower.

You swallow, the reality of the situation suddenly sinking in. As you lean in further you bite your lip, anxious. You need to break this tension somehow. You just can't do this right now. “Um.. um… do you wash your neck?” you blurt out.

Felix leans back a little. “Do I... do I wash my neck? That's what you're worried about?” he laughs.

“Some people probably don't!” you exclaim. Then you sigh. “Ugh, s-sorry, that's stupid, right? You literally licked my arm,” you let out a nervous laugh. “I just— I don't know. It feels icky. Germs.”

He hums. “You're not stupid.” A pause. “But, I can proudly say I do wash my neck.” He presses his lips together, clearly suppressing another laugh and you just know he's about to tease you. “Wow, how do you even kiss people if you're this worried about germs?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, leaning back into his neck a little to hide your face, your breath hot on his neck. He inhales sharply and seems surprised and, you think, a little panicked?

You instantly pull away. “Felix, are you sure?” You chew on your lip. Is this a bad idea after all?

“Yeah, I-I... yeah, of course,” he says, a little breathless, but you're not entirely convinced. You start to move away fully but he quickly grabs your arm again. “No.. no, wait. Please,” he whispers. You see him visibly try to relax, taking a deep breath in and out. “It's okay. I promise. I was just caught off guard.”

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“No, no, you're good, you're fine. It was me.” Felix clears his throat and rubs your arm reassuringly.

You take a deep breath. “Okay… so.. here?” You lean back in to where you were previously, breath hitting his neck.

He swallows, and you see it because his Adam's apple bobs up and down right in front of your face. What the fuck. “Yeah. Just go slow and… you can start with kissing if you want. Don't overthink it,” he mumbles, sounding more like he's reminding himself of something.

You nod and slowly, so slowly, you lean in the rest of the way and press your lips to his neck.

You expected him to remain still but a small breathy noise escapes him and he leans his head further back, exposing more of his neck in the process. You swear you can feel his pulse thrumming under your lips. “Good... um.. yeah, just... kiss a little bit and then suck. You can use your tongue, too,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, but you can feel the vibrations against your lips when he speaks. What the fuck.

Your head feels fuzzy. You hesitantly place a kiss on his neck, and then another a little higher, and another, until you reach an area you're satisfied with. You almost want to pull away but remember Felix's words. Right. Just try not to overthink it…

He pulls a breath in through his teeth when you press an open-mouthed kiss and start sucking gently. At the same time, your tongue darts out almost automatically and touches his skin.

You feel him swallow thickly. “Y-You gotta… harder…” he murmurs. “Or it won't mark.”

You hesitate. “Won't it hurt?”

He blinks hard and shakes his head slightly. “Don't worry… I-I'll tell you if it hurts, okay? Just try. Do it like I did.”

You nod and take a deep breath before trying again, this time in earnest, sucking harder and pulling his skin between your lips and even past your teeth.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, his grip on your arm tightening, “Like... like that. And you can.. use your teeth a little too.” His voice is getting thick, low, and raspy and, god, you feel a little dizzy.

But you want to please him, so you bite down softly and let your teeth run over the area. A quiet, high-pitched whine escapes his lips, and his hand shoots up to cover his mouth, body jerking back slightly. He suddenly seems to realize the noise he made and looks at you, wide-eyed.

You pull back again, a little breathless. “D-Did it hurt?” You really didn't think you bit that hard, but you can't hide the worry in your voice.

His hand drops from his mouth, face flushed and breathing labored. His eyes look a little dialed out. “No... no, it didn't.. hurt.” It seems like it takes all his strength just to say that. “Sorry, I just...” he takes a few more seconds to gather himself, “Um, kinda sensitive…”

…Sensitive? Oh. Oh. It was good. He liked it. You almost sigh in relief. But then… wait. He's sensitive there. He… Your brain isn't working. You find yourself leaning back in to his neck without thinking.

Felix doesn’t protest, just sits back, exposing more of his neck to you. You feel his body shudder when you lightly drag your teeth over the area before attaching your mouth more firmly and sucking at his skin.

He can’t stop the whimper from leaving his throat. “That feels really good.. you’re doing good,” he pants.

Your heart swells from the praise and you double down on your efforts. You hear him try to suppress another whimper but it’s more strained this time. It happens again and again, little noises and whines that you're not sure if he's even aware he's making. Every noise pulls and tugs at something in your stomach.

It feels intimate, so insanely intimate and you think you might combust on the spot if you go any longer. It's a bit nerve-wracking to pull away and face Felix but you force yourself to, licking your lips as you retreat.

Your eyes immediately widen at the sight in front of you. A pretty, deep pink bruise begins to blossom on his neck and your heart skips a beat at the realization that you did that to him.

Felix hasn't said anything. Is he upset? You chance a glance at his face and—

Oh. His eyes are closed and a faint sheen of sweat coats his flushed face, which is pulled taught in a mixture of bliss and something like pain. His chest is heaving, breath coming out in quick gasps. You stare at him, the only thought in your mind being: God, he's gorgeous like this.

He blinks rapidly and seems to finally come to. When he finally refocuses his gaze on you, he lets out a shaky exhale that turns into a weak laugh.

“...Good?” he asks.

Good? Good? Your head is spinning. It's not good. Nothing is good. Life is meaningless and everything you know exists on a floating rock spinning in the void and you think you're gonna pass out and never wake up. It's not good. It's fucking crazy. But you just mumble, “It's… showing up, I think…”

He raises an eyebrow. “That right? Let me see then.”

Felix grabs his phone and pulls up the camera, angling it so he has a clear view of his neck. He lets out a soft whistle, bringing his hand up to feel where the hickey is. You watch dumbly as he presses his fingers on it and lets out a shaky sigh. Then he looks at you and grins before throwing you a thumbs-up. “You did great. It's already pretty dark.”

You actually want to kill him. Your brain is melting and he's acting like this is the most normal afternoon of his life. Maybe it is. Does Felix do this type of thing often? The thought makes you shiver.

You throw your hands over your face. “I-I didn't mean for it to be that—like—ugh…”

His smile softens. “Hey, hey, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's…” he searches your face for a second and suddenly reaches over to gently pull your hands away. “It's not that bad. You did really good. Besides, it’s my neck, yeah?” His tone shifts to more of a teasing one, like he’s amused you’re overreacting a little. It just serves to frustrate you more.

You sigh. “Um… I really—it's really okay..?”

He nods. “Yeah, of course it is. It’s just a little mark, nothing serious.” He looks at you thoughtfully for a bit and you feel yourself getting flushed under his gaze. “You know.. you can try it again. If you want. Just to practice. Or for science, or whatever.” He laughs.

What. You’re stunned into silence. Science? You stare at him incredulously and he just grins back before leaning even further forward. This can't be your Felix. This is actually crazy.

Felix smiles at your dumbfounded expression. “…Come on.” He brings a hand up to your face and pokes at your cheek softly. “Do it again. Try a different spot. Make it darker.”

He's obviously teasing you. So you're flabbergasted when what comes out of your mouth is, “W-Where..?” Where? Literally what are you saying. Like, where is the nearest exit? Where has your own sanity gone? That's what you should be asking.

He shrugs. “Anywhere. The other side?” He points to the unmarked side of his neck. Then he pushes his shirt down slightly, revealing a sliver of his shoulder and collarbone before looking back at you, eyes expectant with a bit of an impish gleam. “Maybe.. here?” he mumbles.

Your head spins. Oh yeah, you're definitely gonna pass out. It's so over. Life and death and the universe… fucking craziness. You're falling. You're dying. Everything is melting. Nothing's real.

Oh wait, you're actually falling, your head plopping down on his shoulder as you let out an embarrassed groan.

You hear him laughing softly. “Someone's eager—”

You’re a bit confused but then your eyes focus on the place your head is now laying and—Oh god, you’re right where his shoulder and neck meet. Right where he just told you to suck a hickey. Great.

You instantly lift your head up, face burning. “No, I didn't—I wasn't trying to—”

He brushes the hair out of your face. “Hey, it's okay, I'm not forcing you or anything. Are you overwhelmed?”

“Um, yeah, but— y-yeah. Sorry.” God. How pathetic do you look right now?

“Don't apologize. I was just teasing. It makes sense to be overwhelmed. It's a new experience.” He sits back and laughs but there’s a bit of a nervous waver to it. “You're fine, seriously. Maybe we got a little carried away, huh?”

“Uhh— yeah….”

He gives you an apologetic look. “I'm sorry for being pushy. Let's just... just forget about the whole thing, yeah? Let's play some video games or something.” He clears his throat.

He's moving on but your head is still spinning. This really is the most normal afternoon for him, you think. Because how is he so chill? Your body is still buzzing with nervous energy and you can't just switch off and forget about it, can you?

You can't. “Uh— Uh, wait—...”

“...Yeah?”

You drop your head back down onto his shoulder. “Um… is it bad if I… kinda…”

You trail off and he doesn’t respond for a few seconds. You don’t dare move, waiting for something, anything. When he finally does say something his voice sounds strained. “Kinda what?” he asks quietly.

“Um.” Fuck. “Nevermind.” You go to draw back but Felix quickly places a hand at the back of your head, preventing any movement.

You hear him exhale quietly. “I don't mind, you know,” he whispers. “You can do it. If you... if you want to.” He slowly starts running his fingers through your hair. “If you wanna practice. The more you practice, the more comfortable you'll be with it, right?”

You hum against his shoulder, the justification mulling around in your head. Of course. Of course that's why you want to. For practice. For science.

He continues. “Yeah, do it. Uh, j-just, I mean— if you want. A-As practice. Try to… see how dark you can make it… or… ” For all the talk he was making before, he stutters now, and you can't help but find it a little endearing. Maybe he's actually a little nervous as well.

Fuck it. Who cares. You've lost the plot. You press your mouth against his skin, giving a few open-mouthed kisses before gently sucking at it.

You hear his breathing stutter and he shifts slightly. “Yeah, j-just…” he lets out a shaky sigh and presses his hand a bit more firmly on the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. The angle is still a bit awkward to reach, so without much thinking, you crawl slightly onto his lap.

“Oh,” he mumbles, his body goes tense for a second before relaxing again. He's completely still, like if he moves you’ll pull away, but eventually his fingers start running through your hair again. It isn't a particularly suggestive position, you're sitting back more towards his knees, but suddenly everything feels charged with tension.

You hear a low, almost imperceptible groan as you continue sucking lightly from the new angle. “You're doing really well,” he mutters encouragingly. “Just a little more… harder. And like, bite a little, remember?”

Right. You comply and bite down a little. Felix lets out a small whine, hand tightening in your hair. “Good… uh, just like that..” he mumbles. “You can try moving a little more, if you want—”

You don't need to hear more, instantly moving your mouth higher up his neck without much thought. His fingers slide down until his hands are completely resting between your shoulder blades, pressing you closer. Shivers run down your spine where he touches and you attach your lips to the side of his Adam's apple.

“A-Ah…” a shaky moan escapes him, taking both of you by surprise. His hands suddenly jump down to grip your waist tightly. Oh. He seems much more sensitive here. You swear you're dizzy. Maybe you're dying. You think you’re fine with that honestly.

You want to bite him. You let your teeth sink into the skin a little. He lets out a shaky half-laugh, half-groan, tilting his head back and pulling you towards him. “Y-You learn quickly.” A deep pink flush runs high on his cheeks, and his breaths are unsteady. You’ve never seen him like this, so undone, and it's making you feel powerful. You want more.

You decide to give in to that and bite down harder, feeling his body jerk. He moans, breathy, and whispers, “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, that feels so good.” One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, fingers gently grasping the base of your hair. His thumb brushes up against your earlobe and for some reason it sets tingles off all down your spine.

…Does it really feel that good? You can't help but wonder. It mostly just felt weird on your arm but you suppose that's different. Different from your. Neck. Oh fuck, now you're thinking about it. His mouth on your neck. His mouth on your neck. You're floating. You're crashing. Everything is cool. Everything is burning.

Your brain is practically short-circuiting and you start sucking on the same spot before pulling back just enough to bite down and suck at it again, this time a little harder.

His breath stutters and you feel his head tilt to give you more access. There's another small gasp that comes out as a strained “Fuuuck…” when you continue. You think you're actually delirious at this point.

Then, “W-wait..” he says urgently, his chest heaving. His hand that was on your neck slides down to grab your shoulder now.

“That's… good. We should.. stop. I…” he pants heavily.

You pull away instantly. “O-Okay. Yeah. Sorry.” You feel restless, fidgety, more than just from nerves.

“No, you're fine, god. It's me. I'm getting too…” he shakes his head. “You did really good, I…” He presses his hands against his eyes and takes a few deep, slow breaths.

When he drops his hands he seems mostly back to normal. “Um.” He laughs a little. “We, uh… how's it look?”

You stare at his neck and shoulder. Oh, fuck. In truth, it looks fucking insane. Like he got mauled or something. Oh my god. That was you. What came over you?

He raises an eyebrow at your silence. “Guess I gotta see for myself,” he says and places his hands on your waist to lift you up and off of his lap. As if you weigh literally nothing. What the fuck.

With your head still reeling at how he lifted you like you're nothing, you don't really notice him reaching for his phone to see himself until you hear him suck in a breath.

“Wow… I'm gonna get so many comments tomorrow.”

“What?!” you shriek. Oh god. Of course it'll take a few days to fade. You hadn't even thought about that. The light mark on your arm is easy to brush off as nothing but the rosy hues on his neck are unmistakable.

He laughs. “I'm just kidding. I'll have to.. cover it with makeup I guess. Don't worry.”

“You better…” you mumble, embarrassed.

He hums. “Hmm… Well it isn't really fair... What should I do…” He leans in, studying your flushed face. “Wanna match?” he says with a cheeky grin.

“What?? Felix!”

“I'm joking! Jeez…” He pokes your cheek. “Unless all this blushing isn't just from embarrassment and you're actually into this?”

Your face is positively burning. “Shut up. You're annoying as hell,” you grumble.

He gasps dramatically. “After I gave up my sanctity for you to practice on me? This is how you treat me?”

You can't help but giggle at his dramatics but you quickly steel your expression and glare at him equally as dramatically.

You're really grateful everything seems to be normal on his end. You're trying your best to act the same, but in truth, you feel like a fucking mess. His joking comment about you being into this… No, definitely not. There's no way. It's probably just because it's your first time doing this with anyone, so of course it's going to feel crazy and weird and confusing. Right? Yeah. But still. Even long after the two of you move on, playing video games and hanging out like normal, you can't shake the feeling that something's weird. Something shifted. You don't know what the fuck it is though. You just try not to think about it.

How are you actually supposed to go back to normal after this?

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a/n: so on a scale of 1 to 10 how painfully obvious is it that i've never given a hickey in my life.

no but um haha any feedback good or bad would be super appreciated!! pls leave a like or reblog if u enjoyed it makes me so happy. tysm for reading <3

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finelinevogue · 10 hours

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to new beginnings

summary - you and harry are drunk on the streets of rome

word count - ~1k

pairing - husband!harry x reader

✨☀️💛☀️✨☀️💛☀️✨☀️💛☀️✨☀️💛☀️✨

“It’s literally this way.”

“No it isn’t.”

You tugged on Harry’s hand, attempting to make him follow you down a road - that looked like an alley - that you were sure would lead you to the main square.

Harry was insistent you were going the wrong way, but who could actually tell when you were both as drunk as each other.

Harry stood still as he watched you were drunk eyes and a soft smile, as you tried to tug him your way.

“Haarryy!”

“Y/NN!”

“Come on! I know what I’m doing.”

“No you don’t. You’re sloshed!” Harry laughed, watching you spin around in circles for whatever reason.

“I’m not sloshed… I’M IN LOVE.” You shouted to the universe, and also the unfortunate old couple that just happened to be walking past at the same time.

Before you could apologise, the old man spoke; “I remember when we were like that, Carla.”

You smiled warmly, looking from them to Harry. Harry was already smiling towards you, that spark still in his eyes for you even after 5 years together.

5 years together but only 2 days of being married.

Marriage was pretty happy so far.

“We still are.” The old woman smiled at her husband as they passed by.

You continued to walk off then, walking down the road you wanted to go down.

It was a very small and quaint alley, lots of balconies with hanging green baskets and drying clothes. You looked up at them as you passed by, your trainers padding along on the cobbled floor as you walked.

As you were in your own little world, you didn’t hear Harry sneak up on you until his arms were around your waist and lifting you up in the air to spin you around.

“Harry!” You laughed, your jaw hurting from smiling so much.

“Will you ever learn to listen to me?” He bit playfully onto your exposed shoulder, where the thin strap of your dress lay.

“Never!”

“Is that how marriage works? You being in charge?”

“Obviously.”

He safely set you on the ground and you brushed your dress-skirt down, before twirling around and throwing your arms around his neck.

“What?” He asked, smiling down at your happy face.

“I’m in charge.” You tried to say seriously, but you were too drunk to be in complete control of your face.

“Okay.” Harry gave in, kissing your forehead.

“No, I am. I really am.”

“I know.”

“That means I can control you to do loads of things for me.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Harry asked, even though he was ready to say yes to everything.

“Umm, buy me flowers every day.”

He kissed you then, “Done.”

“Okay,” You blushed, “Hmm. Come on beach walks with me every weekend - no matter how far from the coast we are.”

He kissed you again then, “Yup.”

“Uhh what about…”

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. “Yes, yes, yes. Yes to anything and everything. Boss me around all day everyday, I don’t care as long as you’re happy, my love.”

“I am. Very happy.”

You leaned up to kiss him properly then, showing him just how much you love him. You scrunched the small hair on the back of his neck and pulled him closer, moving in tandem with each other like you’d known each other a lifetime not only five years.

You pulled away first but quickly moved to kiss his jaw and leading down his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin to give him a hickey.

“Babe… No!” Harry laughed, knowing how much you loved giving him hickeys but never somewhere everyone could see.

“Nooooo.” You whined as he pulled your head away from his neck.

“Baby, you’re drunk and I’m drunk but I know we’re going to be mad at each other if you give me a public hickey. So be good and stop.”

You scrunched your face up in pretend anger.

“You’re annoying.” You kiss him on the lips once more.

“So are you.”

“That’s not very nice.” You feigned shock.

“Aww, are you sad?”

“Don’t taunt me.” You rolled your eyes.

“Lemme kiss you to make up for it.” Harry leaned in to kiss you but you shoved your hand on his face and pushed him away before he could.

You laughed as he pretended to be hurt by your action, but you ran off down the road before he could say or do anything.

He shook his head with a smile as he watched you go, nearly tripping over a cobble stone even in your flat shoes.

“Y/N/N, be careful.”

You stood at the end of the alley watching Harry still standing there with a fond smile.

“C’mon! I hear music.” You urged him.

So he came.

He wandered over to you casually, feeling like he had all the time in the world to spend with you. Every moment of his was now yours and he couldn’t be happier to share them all with you. You. He sometimes couldn’t believe he’d managed to end up with you.

You held out a hand for him and he took it, slinking his fingers through yours.

You hummed in delight and the both of you walked in silence, off towards the vibrant music of the city to dance the night to new beginnings.

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star-suh · 2 days

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BasketBALLS

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: top mingyu, praise kink, protected sex, body worship, friends with benefits, pet names, some fluff sprinkled at the end, a bit of size kink, unrealistic amounts of cum lol, rimjob.

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through the semesters he studied in the university, mingyu has stood out as one of the best basketball players. he dominates the ball completely and is a good leader who listens to his teammates, which has helped them achieve victory on many occasions. that, in addition to his good physique and cold personality, makes many people admire him and aspire to be like him some day. however, when he is with yn, his best friend, he changes completely. goes from being a big fierce wolf to an adorable little puppy.

their relationship went quickly from friends to friends with benefits when they found out they share some things in common.. and that they're both horny bitches who shared a dorm.

in the rehearsals mingyu’s eyes were glued towards yn while playing with the ball trying to get his attention, “how was that, you like it” he asks yn with so much joy on him that the other can almost see little stars glowing on his eyes and around his face, “yes you were perfect gyu.. like you always are” yn pets his head and cheeks “you're so handsome” he later adds.

the basketball game continued, at the end mingyu's team won as expected, "hey mingyu, let's go celebrate" said one of his teammates, "umm well it's that... i'm feeling very tired… so you guys can go without me"; "okay captain but if you want to join us later we will be at the same bar as always" mingyu nods and then turns around and looks for yn, his eyes showed that he is hungry for pleasure, the excitement of the game going straight towards his cock, thank god his underwear was able to hide his erection well. both made eye contact, with just doing that yn knew what mingyu wanted and he willingly would give him that.

“fuck, you always hit the right spots” yn said in between moans and pants, “of course i havw to please my baby” he keeps on thrusting, the mixture of the condom's texture, his hips movements and the almost slow thrusts makes yn go crazy, mingyu definitely knows how to use his dick.

yn's hands went up and down mingyu's body, tracing every bulging muscle of his big arms, caressing his big chest and toned abs. “you're like a greek god gyu~ look at this amazing body.. a pretty boy with a pretty body”. yn lift himself up with his arms and started kissing the other's collarbones and chest, whispering sweet nothings to his ear, things like “sexy boy”; “you're being such a good boy for me”; “you look so hot all sweaty while playing basketball” turn mingyu on and tn knows it because he can feel his dick throbbing and growing inside him.

“am i being a good boy for ynnie?” mi gyu pouts while showering the other's neck with kisses and hickeys, “yes you are.. you know how to make me feel good.. you're amazing gyu.. i'm so proud of you~”.

mingyu lay down while yn took off the condom and began to masturbate him, "come on, mingyu, flex those arms for me" the bigger one obeyed. yn began to kiss each muscle. his tongue went from his armpit to his hand, tracing each vein with it, “you taste so good, i can't get enough of you” he said in almost a whisper tone “and you make me feel so good” mingyu added and the both kissed. some oiled were poured on gyu's body, yn straddle him and started massaging his torso “i love these tits, so fucking huge” he said while playing with them,groping them, slapping it gently, make them jiggle using his fingers or cuping them both with both his hands. he also pinches the nipples and occasionally kiss them or bite them.

moving onto his arms and abs he just again traced then with his fingers and gave them a quick massage. moving now to the legs yn grabbed each thigh and kissed them “i wish one day you crush my head with these” yn jokes. “not gonna lie that would be pretty hot, watching you squirm between my thighs” mingyu commented and seeing how close yn's ass was against his mouth he just started to suck it.

“now let's resume where we were before” yn slides down a condom with his mouth down mingyu's shaft and ride him. mingyu guided his ass using his big hands “this sloppy ass knows how to take dick so well”.

“you trained it so well” yn replies “fuck, i'm cumming” white sticky ropes were shooted on mingyu's bed sheets while the top came inside the condom still insidd yn moaning and grunting loudly like an animal. fucking with yn was one of the things mingyu enjoyed the most it was sensual and sexual, an undescribable pleasure that only them can give to each other.

mingyu struggle to pulled it out, it seems that he came a lot and the condom got stuck. and as ifni it was some kind of anal beads mingyu pulled it out slowly wanting to see his hole opening and closing with the cum-filled condom.

“so hot” mingyu says kissing one of yn's ass cheeks, let's take a shower.

in the shower they both rubbed and scrubbed each other's bodies, applied shampoo and soap as if they were a couple. “you know i've been thinking something” yn says with some concern in his voice, “what is it?” mingyu asks. “i just.. don't want to ruin the moment gyu…”; “just tell me ynnie it's ok”. “i-i think i'm in … love with you gyu” yn hides his face, tears threatening to roll down his eyes, he was getting ready to be rejected but instead he felt a pair of hands cupping his cheeks and a sweet, delicate kiss meeting his lips, “i love you too, i was planning to tell you later but you got ahead” he laughs showing that pretty smile, “come here give me a kiss”.

yn and mingyu kissed and hugged celebrating their new relationship, one must say they're probably the happiest people on earth right now.

#mingyu x male reader smut #kim mingyu x male reader smut #mingyu x male reader #kim mingyu x male reader #kim mingyu smut #mingyu smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #seventeen x male reader

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Dry-humping Leon Kennedy, who is wearing Graves's outfit.

Based on this mod. TW: dry humping/knee humping, masturbation, gloves, clothed male, tiny little tease at the end, gn!reader. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! lowkey dedicated to @sarahs-secrets2 biggest grave's fan i know

my leon's masterlist

If Leon Kennedy could stop time right now, he would. He had to be out of your house within ten minutes if he didn't want to be late; he was never late, but all his responsibilities were thrown out the window when it came to you. Your presence influenced his mind and sense of duty.

"There is nothing bad on putting yourself first, Leon."

And there you are, legs spread apart, humping your clothed sex against his knee, a frantic desire for someone who won't see each other for weeks. Your eyes are locked on his, drowsy with pleasure, begging for more than Leon can give now.

"Don't do this to me," Leon whispers, his cock twitching in his pants. He wants you to give you everything, but he limits himself to helping, gloved hands on your hips, creating more friction.

Leon glances from your focused face, to your chest, your hips, to then your covered sex. His eyes lust as he notices the wet spot in your underwear. Leon licks his lips unconsciously, his hands impatiently pulling your underwear down.

His gloved hands start rubbing your aching sex, not slow as usual times, but more frantic, his gaze directed to your face again, anxious to know if he is pleasing you or not. You yelp, surprised by the difference on the texture, not his warm hands, but the raspy texture of his gloves.

And though he isn't used to dirty talk (Leon always mentions how awkward and silly he feels), he still does it for you.

"Can I can make you cum like this? Right in my knee? Please, so I can remember you."

You answer with a sob, fingers digging into his shoulders. You start whimpering; so close now, so close to let it rip and cum in your underwear.

It is Leon moaning your name, his hands stroking your sex, that makes the rope rip. You finally let go, locking your lips with his. After a couple of minutes of your heavy breathing, you look at the clock. Five minutes until Leon has to leave. He notices your intentions, stopping your wrist before it touches his bulge.

"Ah, ah. Not now ,later."

"We have time." You argue. Always so stubborn. Or spoiled by him, didn't make a difference.

"Let's just stay like this for a while, okay?" Leon asks, holding you tightly in his arms, your hands gripping his vest. You both don't say anything until you whisper.

"Do not dare to not come back to me-"

"I know."

"-I am serious, Leon!"

"I know. I will come back to you, I promise."

A promise—a promise you both don't know when Leon might not be able to keep. But Leon promises it anyway because what lengths wouldn't he go for you?

Less than a minute now. You sigh, ready to leave his lap. You notice he makes no motion to remove his gloves, and you can't help but cringe and feel powerful at the same time. You have a full view of what started all of this: the jeans, the blue shirt rolled up into his sleeves, and those darn gloves. Leon notices you staring and blushes, looking at you in that innocent way it drives you crazy.

"Don't start." You warn him. He raises his arms up, as if not doing anything. Bastard.

It is time for him to leave. You leave his lap, dressing Leon's old shirt from an unknown band from the '90s you were wearing before his arrival. You two kiss again, this time more tender, more gentle, sealing the promise.

Come back to me.

I will.

You let your man go, and Leon doesn't look back when the door closes. You bite your lips, and the sense of dread and despair when he is gone starts growing in your chest. You can't let sadness invade you like this, not like last time. A new idea pops into your head. But for that, you must call the other man in your and Leon's life.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #i wasnt proud of this #it has been sitting on my drafts for far too long #and now i read it and i like it so there we go lol #ALSO THE END - YES IT IS THE HOOK FOR THE FAMOUS OT3 I PROMISED LONG TIME AGO #is it happening idk?#but i hooked it LOL

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brainrot-of-a-thot · 3 days

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Hey there!

I was wondering if u could write abt Sakura, Togame and Kaji giving lovebites (without realising) to the reader for the first time?

P.S English is not my first language so I’m sorry if it isn’t clear 😅

Tysm!!!

love bites.

or, they hadn’t meant to leave any marks, but they’re really glad they did, featuring: sakura haruka, jo togame, ren kaji

a/n: I gotchu fam, no worries. oh to be marked up by these boys 🤤

c/w: spicy/suggestive content, kind of crack too?, some fluff, biting, hickies, bite marks, fem!reader, established relationships, language, short blurbs!

you knew how you probably looked right now — sequestered into the very corner of the booth, shirt collar flapped up awkwardly and shoulders hunched all the way up to your ears. the parts of your face that were exposed were red and emitting heat that could rival that of the sun.

it was all sakura’s fault.

the only thing that kept your burning anger to a mere simmer was sakura’s feeble reaction; he was in a similar state as you, cheeks reddened and eyes flitting between you and the plate of food in front of him anxiously. his shoulders were tensed, fist clenched so tightly around the spoon that his knuckles were turning an alarming shade of white.

the two of you hadn’t even uttered a word to each other.

“u-uhm, is everything o-okay?” nirei prodded tentatively, eyes darting between the two of you, a shaky smile on his lips.

two grunts were all he received in response.

suo, irritatingly perceptive, tilted his head and fired off a guess, “perhaps sakura got a little too carried away?”

“that’s not it—”

“are you stupid, suo—”

two mouths clicked shut at the same time, and you turned your head to meet sakura’s eyes evenly. his face was still flushed, but his eyes were wide, sort of reminding you of a deer caught in headlights. if you weren’t wearing the same expression on your face, you would have laughed at him.

“oh, my! he did!”

you turned your focus back to suo, momentarily addled by his words — but then you realized that in your sudden haste to turn to sakura, your shoulders had dropped and the collar of your shirt returned to its casual position; which exposed the deep purple marks that littered your neck to your unsuspecting friends.

mortification turned your blood to ice, and you, thinking quickly, flung your hands up to cover both sides of your neck. it may have protected the marks from prying eyes, but it didn’t protect your ears from suo’s teasing.

“oh, goodness. our little sakura is growing up.”

“I really am sorry…”

you sighed and cinched your eyes shut to refrain from glaring at your boyfriend from the mirror. forcing down your irritation your said, as evenly as possible, ��togame, I’ve already told you to stop apologizing.”

you opened your eyes once more and lasered your focus on your hair instead of togame’s reflection behind you. you ran the brush through your hair, pulling a large portion to the side and revealing the multitude of purple marks along the side of your throat — there were even a couple of bites sprinkled in, curved into a perfect split-image of togame’s teeth. the sight alone brought back the euphoric feeling of his teeth sinking into the flesh as he rutted into you like a wild animal.

god, he’d completely lost control last night — your hips and cunny were still feeling the consequences of it.

fuck, now you were getting horny; and togame’s sturdy, stupidly sexy body behind you wasn’t helping to rectify it.

“they look bad—”

“they’re not.” you cut togame off quickly, fully aware that if you didn’t he would fall into some ramble about how he should refrain from touching you again.

“but—”

“togame, if you don’t shut up, I will punch you in the throat.”

togame fell silent, but his reflection spoke volumes. his eyes were trained on the marks across your neck, clouded with what seemed to be warring emotions. you bit the inside of your cheek before placing the brush down gingerly on the countertop. togame’s eyes tracked the movement, just as they tracked the movement when you lifted your arm up to grab him by the nape and guide him toward you.

togame’s lean front met the plushness of your backside, his crotch already stirring to life long before you pulled his head down enough so that you could whisper into his ear.

“on the contrary, I think you should leave some more.”

you often heard the second and third years of bofurin refer to kaji as an animal or unhinged beast, but you always assumed that only applied to fighting.

oh, how wrong you were.

kaji was an animal in every sense of the word — and he was unapologetic about it, too.

your neck was still aching, long after his sharp teeth had already slipped from the skin, and the flesh was so tender that one wrong movement could bring shocks of pain to the entire area.

by the time you’d met up with kaji, you could feel salty tears brimming behind your eyes from the amount of discomfort the marks caused.

but, if kaji noticed it, he didn’t acknowledge it; instead, he smirked around the sucker in his mouth and moved your hair to the side to get a better look at the marks.

as stated before — completely unapologetic.

“it was our first time together, you could have restrained yourself a little.” you seethed quietly, slapping kaji’s hand away and stalking forward. you didn’t want to be late to class because of this jerk.

kaji caught up to you quickly, completely lax and content. he folded his arms behind his head as he walked, all the while staring at you from the corner of his eye.

“nah, that was never an option. I needed to show everyone that you’re mine, now.”

god, you hated the way that turned you on.

okay but gentle!bf!togame who can’t help but lose control when he fucks you only to feel bad about it after is making me feral rn

#wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #windbreaker #windbreaker x reader #jo togame x reader #haruka sakura x reader #ren kaji x reader

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malertop · 2 days

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OMG,can you do Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Male Reader where Peter is fucking himself on a dildo while moaning about Male Reader and then Male Reader caught him (let's say because he just kissed Peter and wanted to see him) and then Peter stop's and pulls out the dildo but his asshole was so sloppy and gaped/wrecked/opened that he couldn't move and then he uses that moment and snatched the male reader, first he gave him a blowjob and then he started to fuck himself on male reader cock,ahd in the end he becomes a mess and his asshole was gaped even more when Male Reader pulls his cock out

Peter Parker x Male Reader

CAUGHT YOU

"Oh, oh shit- ah~" Peter breathed out as he was slowly picking up the pace of fucking himself on his dildo. His thoughts wandered, his mind only thinking about what it would be like if it was Y/N's cock, long and thick, thrusting deep inside of him. He closed his eyes as he started bouncing on it more and more, unable to suppress his needy moans. He couldn't stop himself. He was thrusting the dildo deeper inside of him, moaning from the painful enjoyment as his hole was starting to get bigger and sloppier. "Ugh-Ah Y/N~" Peter moaned again as he continued bouncing himself towards the dildo deeper and deeper, his hands were on his nipples as he was playing with them, just making him moan more and more, god knows how the bed is still okay after his hard and fast bounces from his legs.

"Hey Petey I wanted to te-" Y/N said as he barged through the door,not noticing the moans that left from Peter's mouth until he entered and heart them himself.Peter opened his eyes and seeing someone who he did not expect to see, his boyfriend , the person he is just fantasising is Infront of him and indeed shocked. Peter pulled out the dildo as his hole was gaped opened, his rose revealed and his hole opened as it was very much to add sloppy and wet. "I-" Y/N said with a shocked face as he couldn't say a thing, his eyes were on his boyfriends hole and body. Peter stayed in the bed as he was panting not knowing what to do now.

1 Hour ago:

"Okay so we're here" Y/N said with a smile as he was holding Peter's hands "Thank you for coming with me" Peter said as they both stood Infront of his and aunt May house/apartment "Don't mention it Petey, you know I will always do anything for you!" Peter blushed as Y/N finished his sentence, Y/N and Peter let go of their hands now no longer holding their hands "Okay Petey, love you but I need to go" Y/N said as with a smile again and started to walk out but then he felt a hand stopping him "Wait!" Peter said as he held Y/N's hand "What is it?" Y/N asked with a smile and confused voice "Just...That!" Peter said and put his lips on Y/N's mouth and kissed him, the kiss continued for 2 minutes but then aunt May opened the door "Hey boys-Oh, Sorry!" She said as she entered inside again, giving them privacy as they both let go "Okay..I think now it really is time to go!" Y/N said with with a smile while they both chuckled as they both smiled and looked at each other.

Present:

Peter looked at Y/N and thought that maybe that was finally his moment and he should use it while he can, Peter shot a web on Y/N's chest and snatched male reader towards him, Y/N landed in the bed next to Peter who started to kiss him, he let his tongue inside Y/N's mouth as Y/N didn't expect that, Y/N followed and did the same after 1 minute. Peter put one of his arms on Y/N's face while the other one was on his tight , Peter finally let go of the kiss as he placed his hand on Y/N's place and went straight for the zipper. "W-Wait Pete..you know I am a virgin" Y/N said with a shaky voice as he was still shocked and now nervous from Peter's actions "Well you know..it's time to change that" Peter said with a smirk as he started to unzip Y/N's pants "Wait!" Y/N shout as his cock was now revealed "I knew you were big..but not that big Y/N" Peter said with a smirk as his hands touched Y/N's cock, Y/N cock leaked out pre-cum from Peter's touch which made Peter blush and smirk more and was now more than ready for his next step, he looked at Y/N eye's and put his tongue on his tip which made him leak more pre-cum.

"Ahh-Pete..W-augh~" Y/N moaned as he felt Peter's mouth on his cock, Peter started moving his head up and down, Peter was taking Y/N's cock fully inside his mouth, gagging on his cock as he moved his head up and down but that didn't stop him. Peter had the majority of Y/n's cock in his mouth, sucking him off at a rhythmic pace. His hand was around the base, jerking the other off. Peter only wanted for Y/n to be sent over the edge, so he did his best - adding to the pleasure with his hand in compensation for what he couldn't fit in his mouth. His eyes rolled as he continued to gag on Y/N's cock as Y/N moans didn't stop, Peter stopped at the deepest he could, gagging himself as his eyes rolled again as he could feel Y/N's cock in his throat, Peter let go with the sound of a 'pop' and started panting, breathing for air as he looked at Y/N who was also panting and all red from blushing.

"You know Y/N.." Peter said as he was still breathing for air "for a virgin...you last long" he said with a smirk as he got on top of Y/N "guess we're going the next way, the one I've always wanted.." Peter said with a smirk as he could feel Y/N's cock touching his asshole, he looked at Y/N and said "you will fill so much better Y/N..just let my hole handle it.." with a smirk and entered himself on Y/N's cock "Oh-F-Oh, shit!" he moaned as he felt Y/N's cock inside of him,opening his hole "Pete-Oh my gosh!" Y/N moaned as he felt Peter's walls around his cock. His tight hole was easily starting to open as Peter started sliding even more thanks to his sloppy hole "Fuck Y/N, you're wrecking me!~" Peter said as he finally took Y/N's cock fully inside of him, which made his eyes wide for a second as he gasped , feeling Y/N cock fully inside of him was something he always wanted and now he has it. Peter fastly started fucking himself on Y/N's cock , not giving a second to be wasted as he wanted Y/N to cum inside of him "Fuck Y/N! You're destroying my pussy!~" Peter moaned as he looked at Y/N who couldn't even move as he was all red, blushing from the situation as he sees his nerdy cute adorable strong boyfriend fucking himself on his own cock, losing his virginity. Peter started thrusting himself on Y/N's cock faster which made his eyes roll from the enjoyment "Fuck-Ah, fuuuuuck my boy cunt is getting so wrecked!~" Peter said as he started losing his mind "Pete w-wait I feel like I am going to cum!" "Then cum inside of me Y/N, cum inside my boy pussy and make it a mess!~" Peter said as he was thrusting faster, moaning so much that probably his neighbours could hear him "FUCK MEE Y/N! DESTROY MY CUNT AND FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!~" Peter loudly said with moans "Wai-No Pete..I-i am cumming!~" Y/N said as he finally Y/N came inside of Peter who's eyes rolled as he stopped thrusting "finally..I got your cum inside of me" Peter said with a smile as he pulled out of Y/N's cock, his asshole was gaped even more than before as his rose came out for a second, Peter looked at his hole which was gaped as his rose was out and then slapped it which made the rose go back inside of his gaped asshole, cum falling out of his hole, dripping Y/N's cum out as Peter smirked and looked at Y/N "you destroyed me N/N..and it was so so so good.."

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tosotd-f1 · 1 day

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McLaren Orange

*based off the song “tennessee orange” by megan moroney*

lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff *first person pov*

summary: y/n was raised in a ferrari family, but a special driver in the papaya car gets her to wear the mclaren orange.

I felt as if I was going to throw up. My hand hovered over my mothers contact, shaking from the knots in my stomach. I knew I shouldn't be nervous, but knowing the way my family is I couldn't help it. Finally after convincing myself to tap the icon, my phone began to ring. The ring went on an awful long time, making me feel even more terrified.

"Hi Mama," I say into the phone once she picked up.

"Hey darling," Her sweet voice echos into my ear. How am I supposed to tell her this?

"I've got some news for you," My voice cracks.

"Is everything alright? You're not in trouble are you?" Her tone becomes serious, I could tell she had her eyebrow raised looking towards my father.

"I'm not in trouble, Mama" I laugh slightly, "But, don't tell dad about this, please."

There was silence on the other side of the phone. I knew she was debating listening to my request, but also on not. I heard her shuffle around a bit. Maybe she headed into a different room for privacy.

"I know you guys raised me to know right from wrong, and I know you're thinking I did something wrong, but don't worry everything is okay." I sigh, "It's just, I've never really felt this way. I don't know where to start."

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart." She reassures me, my heartbeat already calming down.

"I met this guy," I mentally smack my head in embarrassment.

"Oh, I was expecting something totally different." She laughs loudly.

"He's got these gorgeous blue eyes." I feel my cheeks grow warm just thinking about the way his eyes look into mine. "He even opens the door for me. I don't think he's made me cry once."

I had met Lando after the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix. A couple of my friends and I decided to go out for the night, we needed some freedom. Just that morning we were all wearing our red gear, cheering for the Ferrari's as they raced. Lando just happened to be at the club we decided to go to. He was with a couple of his friends, hanging around the dj booth in the back. I must have felt risky that day because I walked up to him, congratulating him on his race. Yes, I congratulated the enemy. We ended up talking a little longer. A little longer was the rest of the night.

"He's not from where we're from." I explained, "But, he feels like home somehow."

"Where's he from?" She qustions.

"The United Kingdom, Bristol actually." I tell her.

"He sounds like a very lovely guy," She compliments him. This makes my heart warm. Hopefully the rest of the story wont make her too upset.

"I've done things I've never done before with him, Mama." She could probably hear my wide smile through the phone. "He took me to this beautiful restaurant the other night. Oh, and we went cliff diving too!"

Talking about just a few of the adventures we had been on together already made my stomach burst with butterflies. Thinking back to when our hands were holding tight to each other as we jumped off the tall cliff, waiting for our fall to be caught by the blue water. When he gave me his jacket after our dinner because it was raining.

"There is one thing though," I hesitate.

"What is it?"

"Mama, he's a driver." I try to lead up to the fact that he's a big racing star, but not for our big team.

"He's a driver? Like a racer?" Her voice fills with excitement. "Are you dating Charles Leclerc?"

"No Mama, not him." I laugh, "He's not on Ferrari."

Yet again there was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mama, he drives for McLaren." I whisper, a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I did so. "Lando Norris."

I heard the door open from the phone, she was walking up to my father.

"He took me to Spain with him, that's why I was gone for a little while. He gave me the hat he had sitting on his dash when we got to the airport." I try to distract her from telling any information to my father. As long as he's a good guy why should it matter? "Mama, can you forgive me? Don't tell dad, please. I like him a lot."

"Honey, I'm not mad at you. I can't change the fact you like this boy. As long as he doesn't make you forget you look better in red." She sighs, the phone now on speaker mode.

"I don't know, his smile makes me forget sometimes." I fiddle with the rings on my finger.

"Hi daddy," I say quietly, knowing hes listening into the conversation. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Your mother and I are so happy for you, Y/n. I could never be mad at you for chasing your heart."

"I still am rooting for Ferrari, don't worry." I laugh, feeling relieved by their acceptance. "But if you every see me wearing McLaren. Just know I'm wearing the orange for him."

#lando x reader #lando norris #charles leclerc #formula one #formula 1 #ferrari #mclaren #f1 #f1 x reader #mclaren f1 #ferrari f1

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taergalive · 1 day

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Even More Incorrect Radioapple Quotes to Fill the Void in My Heart

Lucifer: Can you please be serious for five minutes Alastor: My record is four, but I think I can do it -- Lucifer: I made tea. Alastor: I don’t want tea. Lucifer: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea. Alastor: Then why are you telling me? Lucifer: It is a conversation starter. Alastor: That’s a lousy conversation starter. Lucifer: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate. -- Lucifer, tending to Alastor's wounds from his fight with Adam: How would you rate your pain? Alastor: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend. -- Lucifer: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Alastor: I wake up at 4:30 AM Lucifer: Lucifer: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives -- Lucifer: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Alastor: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself. -- Lucifer: I turned out perfectly fine! Alastor: Lucifer, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Lucifer: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!! -- Lucifer: Can you keep a secret? Alastor: Do you know anything about my life? Lucifer: No I do not. Good point. -- Alastor: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody important. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. Lucifer: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that. -- Lucifer: Hey Alastor, have you seen the reporter? Alastor: Nope. Have you seen the meat tenderizer? Lucifer, confused: What? Alastor, grabbing the meat tenderizer out of the drawer: No reason, cute girl things! -- Lucifer: Alastor and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Charlie: * Sighing * What did Alastor do? Lucifer: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... Alastor: Who wants a steering wheel? -- Lucifer: What time is it? Alastor: I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out Alastor: * Plays sax extremely loudly* Husk: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING?! Alastor: It's 2 am - Lucifer: I told Alastor his ears twitch when he lies. Charlie: Why? Lucifer: Look. Lucifer: Hey Alastor! Do you love us? Alastor, covering his ears: No! Charlie: -- Lucifer: Why are your tongues purple? Angel: We had slushies.I had a blue one. Husk: I had a red one. Lucifer: oh Lucifer: Lucifer: OH Alastor: Alastor: You drank each other's slushies? -- Alastor: Imagine being under 5’4’’ and thinking you have rights hahaha couldn’t be me. Lucifer: You wanna keep those kneecaps you better shut the fuck up! Alastor: I’m sorry, I can’t hear you from all the way down there, can you repeat that? Lucifer: I SAID FUCK YOU BITCH -- Lucifer: When are we gonna fuck? Alastor: What? Lucifer: Oh sorry autocorrect. When are we gonna hang out? Alastor: First of all, those two words aren't even close to each other. And second of all, this is a verbal conversation... -- Lucifer: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Alastor: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me. -- Lucifer: You have to apologize to them Alastor. Alastor: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

#radioapple #duckiedeer #lucifer x alastor #I miss you mama for some reason these two idiots being in love makes me smile

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Gojo x F!Reader (Angst)

I hope you all enjoy! (I needed this okay. Especially after the newest leaks ToT)

Warnings: Violence, that’s about it…I think

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I sat on the ground, looking down at the photos of me and Satoru together. Memories began to flood my mind like a relentless tide as I looked at them one by one. I ran my fingers delicately over the glossy surface of each image, reliving the moments captured within.

There we were, laughing under the soft glow of streetlights, his infectious smile lighting up the night as we lost ourselves in each other's company. I could almost feel the warmth of his kisses against my skin as I traced the contours of our intertwined figures, frozen in time.

Memories of our cherished dates danced across my mind, each one a symphony of laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. Whether it was a simple stroll through the bustling streets or an extravagant evening under the stars, every moment spent with him felt like a precious gift.

But it wasn't just the romantic gestures or grand gestures that endeared him to me. It was the way he poured his heart and soul into everything he did, especially when it came to his students. I could still hear the passion in his voice as he spoke to me of his duty to protect and guide them, his eyes alight with determination and compassion.

And then there were the quieter moments, the ones where we simply existed in each other's presence, finding solace in the simple act of being together. His strength became my anchor, his unwavering support giving me the courage to face whatever challenges life threw our way.

But now, as I sat surrounded by these memories, a bittersweet ache settled in my chest. For all the love we shared, for all the moments we cherished, he was gone. And in his absence, I was adrift, lost in a sea of grief and longing.

Tears streamed down my cheeks yet again, marking another day of relentless sorrow. Six months had passed since his death, yet the pain felt as raw as ever. The moment I received the news of his passing, a wave of numbness washed over me, leaving me paralyzed in its wake. It felt like someone tore my heart out and ripped it into shreds. Since then, I haven’t been the same. It’s been a struggle just to eat and sleep regularly. My eyes are extremely hollowed out due to crying every day. My hair is a complete mess since I can’t care enough to do it. Our once shared home is a wreck as I am too weak to move to do anything. I just feel so…hopeless.

I am lost without him. People try to reach out, they try to check up on me to see how I am doing. I am forever grateful for them. But despite their well-intentioned efforts, each and every time, they are met with silence as the weight of my sorrow burdens me too much to speak at all.

As I continue to look at all of our shared memories together, out of nowhere, the sound of something falling to the ground caught my attention. I looked across the room to see a necklace had fallen. It was the one he had bought me for my birthday. It was the last gift he had ever gotten me before he died. I crawled over to it, holding it carefully in my hand. It was a gorgeous 24K golden necklace that had a locket on it. Inside was a photo of him and I kissing on our first anniversary. I still remember the day he gave it to me.

***

The air was alive with anticipation as I unwrapped the small velvet box he had presented to me on my birthday. His eyes sparkled with excitement, mirroring my own as I lifted the lid to reveal the gleaming gold necklace nestled within.

“‘Toru…It’s beautiful,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the love and thoughtfulness he had poured into the gift.

“I wanted something special for my special girl,” he replied, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he fastened the necklace around my neck. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine, a gentle reminder of the depth of our connection.

As I admired the delicate craftsmanship of the locket, he reached out, gently turning it over to reveal the polished surface within. “And there’s more,” he said, his voice tinged with excitement. “Open it.”

I looked down to look at the heart shaped locket. I carefully pried it open, revealing the treasure hidden within – a small photograph of us, captured in a moment of pure happiness on our first anniversary.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the image, a rush of emotion flooding my senses. "Oh, Satoru," I whispered, my voice thick with tears. "It's beautiful."

He smiled, his expression tender as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Every time you wear it, I want you to remember this moment," he murmured, his voice soft with emotion as he brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. "No matter where life takes us, you'll always have a piece of me with you."

His smile, so full of warmth and affection, mirrored my own as we exchanged glances, the weight of our shared history imbuing each moment with a sense of timeless bliss.

With a gentle kiss pressed to his lips, I whispered my gratitude, knowing that this precious gift would serve as a constant reminder of the love we shared, a beacon of hope in the midst of despair.

”I love you, Satoru Gojo~” You spoke

”And I love you more, Y/n soon to be Gojo.~” He spoke, making you giggle a bit

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I stared at the necklace, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and despair as the memory replayed in my mind like a relentless nightmare. Everything we had shared, everything we had built together – gone, all because of that arrogant, vile Sukuna. If it weren't for his twisted machinations, Satoru would still be here, his arms wrapped around me, his laughter filling the air with warmth.

The injustice of it all burned like a raging inferno within me, fueling the flames of my anger until it consumed every other thought. How dare he rob us of our happiness? How dare he tear apart the life we had built, leaving me alone in this desolate void?

With a sudden surge of power, I lost control, the energy within me erupting in a violent explosion that sent objects hurtling away from me. Furniture toppled and shattered, the very air crackling with the force of my rage.

As everything around me began to float in the maelstrom of my emotions, I realized that my anger was a force unto itself, a storm raging within me with no end in sight. And in that moment, I welcomed its embrace, for it was the only thing that made sense in this world of shattered dreams and broken promises.

Quickly, my tears came to a stop and my eyes became dull. Everything got silent and all I could hear was my breathing. Amidst the chaos, a newfound clarity emerged. I had nothing left to lose, nothing left to fear. Satoru's death had stripped away everything that mattered to me, leaving behind only a burning desire for vengeance. My final mission was clear – to hunt down Sukuna and make him pay for the pain he had inflicted upon me.

With grim determination, I rose from the wreckage, my eyes blazing with purpose. No longer bound by the constraints of fear or doubt, I embraced the darkness that lurked within me, channeling it into a single, unwavering purpose – to avenge the man I loved, no matter the cost.

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As weeks passed, my relentless pursuit of Sukuna led me to a scene of utter devastation. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid stench of charred debris assaulting my senses as I surveyed the destruction that lay before me. Buildings lay in ruins, flames licking at the remnants of once bustling streets. The ground was littered with the lifeless bodies of innocent victims, their silent screams echoing in the depths of my soul.

But amidst the chaos, I spotted him – Sukuna, the architect of this carnage, his presence a malevolent shadow looming over the shattered landscape. Anger surged within me like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf me in its fiery embrace as I took a step forward, my eyes fixed upon my target.

Before I could unleash my fury upon him, a sudden attack from the shadows sent me reeling, the impact driving me to my knees. As I struggled to regain my bearings, a figure emerged from the darkness – Uraume, her eyes gleaming with malice as they bore down upon me, intent on snuffing out my life before I could enact my vengeance.

But I refused to yield, drawing upon the depths of my power as I met her onslaught head-on. With a telekinetic force born of desperation and determination, I countered her every move, the air crackling with the intensity of our battle. Each blow landed with the force of a sledgehammer, the clash of our powers sending shockwaves rippling through the war-torn landscape.

We lunged at each other, hitting our fists together with the same amount of force. In turn, a large burst of green light blazed throughout the area, catching Sukuna’s attention. He turned and saw Uraume and…you.

“So, his little love has finally decided to show up. After all this time?” Sukuna’s voice dripped with contempt as he surveyed the scene. With a smirk, he turned on his heel, confident that Uraume would handle the situation.

Uraume and I both flew back into the debris, the ground trembling beneath us as we struggled to rise. With swiftness, she got back on her feet and rushed towards me, her eyes ablaze with fury and determination. But I refused to falter, drawing upon the memory of Satoru’s love and the burning need for justice that fueled my every action. With a final surge of power, I unleashed a devastating wave of telekinetic energy, causing everything around me to rise in a whirlwind of chaos. I sent all of them flying towards Uraume, causing her to stop in her tracks. One by one, debris and rubble soared towards and surrounded her, encircling her in a ring of destruction to prevent her escape.

“You dare try and stop me?” I advanced towards her, my voice dripping with menace as I surveyed her trapped form.

She tried to escape once more, but I plunged a large pole down right through her arm, pinning her to the ground with a sickening crunch. I curled my fingers, causing the pole itself to curl around her body so that she couldn’t move. She writhed in pain, feeling the cool metal sink and expand in her skin. However, through the midst of the pain, she couldn’t help but find herself forming a crazed smile.

“You can’t do this. You won’t do this! From the beginning I showed up, I’ve observed you closely, analyzed your every move to ensure your defeat. I know that you’ve always advocated for alternatives to violence, for solutions that don’t end in bloodshed. If you kill me, you’d be going against everything you believe in. ” She said, trying to hide the little tremble in her voice.

With a flick of my wrist, the metal pole tore through her leg, silencing her cries of pain.

”That was before you both took what was once mine.” I spoke with venom.

I walked up closer to her, making her bow down to me. My hand tilted her face up towards mine, making her see the hurt and anger surging through my eyes.

“Even if you do kill me, if you go against Sukuna…you will meet death.” She said, coughing up blood. I knelt down to her, unfazed as a single tear dropped down my face.

“I already have. When Sukuna killed my ‘Toru.” I spoke.

”Let me show you what it felt like.” I said, raising my fingers, causing the pole to bend any way I wanted it to. It rose up just above her chest, pointing towards her heart.

A few seconds passed by of pure silence as I watched Uraume stare at the pole with unease. I then snapped my fingers, causing the pole to run straight through her heart, ripping it to bits and pieces. Her breathing hitched as she felt the air slip away from her body. She looked at me with fearful eyes, but they were met with dull and lifeless ones.

“Goodbye, Uraume.” I spoke, standing to my feet and walking away. Her body slowly became limp as she felt her body go cold, her life slipping away second by second.

Now, all that was left was the sound of cackling fire and wind. Nothing else.

“I must say, I am surprised, little one,” Sukuna’s gruff voice cut through the tension like a knife.

I looked up, my eyes meeting the gaze of the man I had been hunting relentlessly. He stood tall, a menacing figure looming in the distance, his presence a dark shadow cast over the devastation around us.

“It’s a shame really. About Gojo, I mean,” Sukuna continued, his words dripping with malice. “He almost had me for a moment there. But it turns out he never could win against me. It was so enticing just watching the life slip away from his eyes, watching him realize that the almighty Gojo Satoru had met his final end.”

The image of Gojo’s demise played in my mind like a cruel mockery, igniting a firestorm of rage within me. The thought of Toru being all alone, dying… it was too much to bear. I moved my hand up to feel the necklace Toru gave me around my neck, holding everything in to not get distracted.

“What’s the matter, little one? Can’t handle the loss of your lover? Come on, It’s not like you lost everything.” His words were like daggers, each one driving deeper into the wound of my grief. A cold fury ignited within me, and in that moment, I knew that Sukuna’s words would be his undoing.

With a primal scream, I swung my hands down, propelling myself through the air with unstoppable force. I seized Sukuna by the neck, my fingers digging into his flesh as I locked eyes with him, fury blazing in my gaze. He searched my eyes, perhaps expecting to find fear or sadness, but all he found was unbridled rage.

“He was my everything,” I snarled, my voice dripping with venom. With a surge of energy, I unleashed a powerful burst, hurtling Sukuna through the air and slamming him into a barely standing building. The impact sent debris flying in all directions, the structure crumbling under the force of our clash.

I soared upwards, propelled by sheer determination, my telekinetic prowess seizing hold of anything within reach. With a swift, calculated motion, I gathered debris from the surroundings, forming a makeshift arsenal that crackled with latent energy. I hurled the improvised projectiles towards Sukuna, each impact resonating with a thunderous force.

As the chaos unfolded below, I descended with unparalleled velocity to prevent him from having any time to block my hits. The sheer momentum of my descent created shockwaves that rippled through the earth. A brilliant green light erupted from the ground upon impact, fractures spider-webbing across the surface as the sheer force of my assault reverberated through the battlefield.

Yet, as I’m kept attacking, Sukuna managed to move with such speed that he managed to dodge some of my hits. With a sinister grin, he countered my final attack, his own power manifesting in a whirlwind of destruction that met my attack head-on.

Caught off guard by his swift retaliation, I found myself ensnared in Sukuna’s grasp, his grip unyielding as he effortlessly subdued my efforts. Quickly, I unleashed another surge of telekinetic energy, forcing Sukuna to stagger back momentarily. I could feel myself losing consciousness though, using too much of my power for too long. But I can’t stop now. I will kill Sukuna…or at least die trying. Seizing the opportunity, I broke free from his grasp and launched myself backwards, creating distance between us.

Breathing heavily, I steadied myself for the next assault. Sukuna’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, a feral grin spreading across his lips as he prepared to renew his attack. Without hesitation, I dove back into the fray, determination burning fiercely within me.

Our clash resumed with renewed intensity, each blow exchanged was met with equal ferocity, neither of us willing to back down in the face of the other’s relentless onslaught.

"You fight with admirable tenacity," Sukuna remarked, his voice laced with amusement as he observed my relentless assault.

"I'll never stop fighting until justice is served," I retorted, my words dripping with defiance as I squared off against him once more.

Sukuna chuckled darkly, his gaze narrowing as he prepared to unleash another wave of devastating power. "Your resolve is commendable, but ultimately futile," he taunted, his voice resonating with a chilling certainty.

With a defiant glare, I summoned every ounce of strength within me, pushing myself to the brink in my quest to overcome him. "We'll see about that," I replied, my voice filled with determination as I braced myself for the next exchange.

We both hurled towards each other with such speed that it would be impossible to see us with the naked eye. In a moment of perfect synchronization, Sukuna and I clashed together with such force that a mix of our energy erupted from our combined powers.

The collision of our powers created a blinding explosion that illuminated the night sky.

The resulting explosion was cataclysmic, sending shockwaves rippling through the air as numerous buildings that were already on the verge of collapse finally succumbed to the force of our clash. Debris rained down around us as the landscape was engulfed in chaos. We were both knocked back far away from each other.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the echoes of our battle reverberating through the war-torn city. As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, I found myself staring up at the sky, my body wracked with exhaustion. Each breath felt like a struggle as I fought to remain conscious. Sukuna’s relentless assault had taken its toll, his counterattacks wearing down my defenses with ruthless efficiency.

I tried to summon my telekinetic abilities once more, but to no avail. My body felt heavy and sluggish, my limbs refusing to obey my commands. The strain of overexertion coupled with Sukuna’s relentless attacks had left me drained and vulnerable.

I suddenly heard footsteps approaching, the sound echoing ominously in the aftermath of our battle. Instinctively, I knew that Sukuna was drawing near, ready to decide my fate.

I lay there, helpless and defeated, as Sukuna loomed over me with a triumphant smirk. His victory was all but assured, his malevolent gaze gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he prepared to deliver the final blow.

“So, this is how it ends,” Sukuna sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he regarded me with disdain. “Pathetic. I expected more from someone who dared to challenge me.”

Despite the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume me, I refused to let Sukuna see my fear. With every fiber of my being, I summoned a flicker of defiance, a spark of defiance that refused to be extinguished.

“You may have won this battle,” I replied, my voice trembling with exertion, “but the war is far from over. You can take as many of us as you want…but trust that soon…you will meet your end.” I spoke valiantly.

As Sukuna smirked, poised to deliver the final blow, you braced yourself for the inevitable. With a sense of resignation, you closed your eyes, steeling yourself for the worst. Yet, to your surprise, nothing happened.

”What the hell?” Sukuna said with confusion and utter shock.

Slowly, tentatively, you opened your eyes, expecting to be met with the cold, merciless gaze of your adversary. Instead, your vision was filled with a sight that filled you with disbelief and hope in equal measure.

Standing before you, his presence radiating with a familiar warmth and strength, was Satoru Gojo. His white hair billowed around him like a halo, his gaze unwavering as he faced down Sukuna with a steely resolve.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you gazed upon the man you had thought lost forever. The sheer improbability of his presence left you speechless, a surge of emotion welling up within you as you struggled to comprehend the reality of the situation.

With a defiant glare, Satoru stood his ground, a protective barrier between you and Sukuna.

“Hollow purple”

Within an instant, Satoru unleashed his ability, pushing Sukuna away with a force that sent shockwaves rippling through the air. The sheer power of his attack was enough to stagger even the mighty cursed spirit, buying precious moments of respite in the midst of the chaos.

As Sukuna stumbled backwards, momentarily disoriented by the sudden onslaught, Satoru wasted no time. With a determined glint in his eyes, he surged forward, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

With a swift, fluid motion, Satoru launched a devastating barrage of blows, each strike delivered with pinpoint accuracy and unrivaled speed. His movements were a blur as he danced around Sukuna, his attacks relentless and unforgiving.

With each blow, Sukuna staggered further, his defenses crumbling under the relentless assault. Though he fought back with all the ferocity of a cornered beast, he found himself unable to match Satoru's skill and determination, especially after the fight you and him had previously.

Driven by a singular purpose, Satoru pressed on, his every movement a testament to his unwavering resolve. With each strike, he drew upon the depths of his power as he fought to protect you from harm. Each blow landed with the force of a thunderbolt, making it hard for Sukuna to keep pace.

Despite Sukuna's best efforts to retaliate, he found himself outmatched at every turn. Satoru's skill and precision were unmatched, his movements fluid and effortless as he danced around his adversary with a grace that belied his immense power.

As the battle raged on, the sheer intensity of their clash threatened to tear the very fabric of reality asunder.

Sukuna seized upon a moment of opportunity, launching a devastating counterattack that caught Satoru off guard. With a brutal blow, he sent Satoru reeling backwards, his defenses breached in a moment of vulnerability.

Satoru staggered, momentarily stunned by the force of the blow. In that fleeting instant, Sukuna moved to deliver the final, fatal strike, his malevolent intent clear in his eyes.

But before he could land the killing blow, you felt a surge of determination welling up within you. You were not going to lose him…not again. With every ounce of strength you could muster, you rose to your feet, the pain and exhaustion fading into the background as you focused on the task at hand.

With a fierce cry, you threw yourself forward, placing yourself between Satoru and Sukuna with a protective instinct born of love and desperation. In that moment of selflessness, you summoned the last reserves of your power, creating a force field that enveloped both you and Satoru in a protective cocoon.

Sukuna's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized what you had done. With a snarl of rage, he launched himself at you, intent on breaking through your defenses and finishing what he had started.

But you stood firm, your resolve unshakeable as you summoned every ounce of power within you. With a final surge of energy, you unleashed a devastating blast that sent Sukuna hurtling backwards, his form disappearing into the distance.

As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, a tense silence descended upon the battlefield. The air stilled with anticipation as Sukuna, undeterred by his previous defeats, rose once more to confront you and Satoru.

With a feral snarl, Sukuna launched himself at you, his fury palpable as he sought to crush you both once and for all. But you and Satoru were ready, your determination unyielding as you braced yourselves for the final showdown.

With a silent exchange of understanding, you and Satoru moved as one, your movements fluid and synchronized as you launched a coordinated assault against Sukuna. Each blow landed with precision and purpose, driving Sukuna back with the sheer force of your combined power.

Amidst the chaos of battle, you and Satoru fought with a fierce determination born of desperation and resolve. With every strike, you drew upon the depths of your strength, putting everything into every blow as you sought to vanquish the malevolent spirit that threatened to destroy everything you held dear.

Sukuna's attacks grew more frenzied and unpredictable, his rage fueling his every move. But you and Satoru remained steadfast, your bond unbreakable as you fought side by side against the darkness that threatened to engulf you.

And finally, as Sukuna launched one final, desperate assault, you and Satoru seized upon the opportunity with a precision born of years of training and camaraderie. With a united effort, you unleashed a devastating barrage of attacks, overwhelming Sukuna with the sheer force of your combined power.

With one final, decisive blow, you and Satoru delivered the finishing blow, vanquishing the malevolent spirit once and for all.

As Sukuna's form dissolved into nothingness, the battlefield fell silent once more.

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As everything began to settle and the chaos subsided, you felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you like a crushing weight. Every muscle in your body ached with fatigue, and you could feel the last vestiges of your strength slipping away.

Satoru’s voice cut through the haze of pain and exhaustion, his tone filled with concern and worry as he rushed to your side. With gentle hands, he caught you as you collapsed, cradling you in his arms with a tenderness that made your skin warm.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed down at you with worry etched into every line of his face.

You looked up into his beautiful and familiar eyes. The eyes you’ve been longing to see for so long now.

“‘Toru…” you whispered, his name a prayer on your lips as you reached out to touch his face, the sensation of his skin against yours sending a shiver of electricity coursing through your body. His hand met yours, his touch gentle and reassuring as he caressed your trembling fingers with his own.

“How? How are you here?” you asked, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper as you struggled to make sense of the miracle unfolding before you.

Toru’s smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness, his eyes shining with love and adoration as he looked down at you with unwavering affection.

“Oh, come on now, baby,” he chuckled, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he leaned in closer to you. “Did you really think that old geezer could actually get rid of me? I told you from the beginning. I’d win~”

His words were like a balm to your wounded soul, filling you with a sense of hope and joy that you thought you’d lost forever. And as you looked down to see the scars on his abdomen, a testament to the trials he’d faced, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of gratitude and love for the man standing before you.

“And maybe I got some help from Shoko,” he added, his tone playful as he joked about the assistance he’d received from his friend. But beneath the lighthearted banter, you could sense the depth of his gratitude for the support he’d received. Tears began to fall down your face and Toru frowned, leaning down to kiss them away.

”It’s okay, baby. Everything is alright now.” He whispered softly. You wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face in his neck. He lifted you up and sat you down on his lap, wrapping his arms around you as well, kissing your neck.

”I missed you so much.” You said, your voice breaking with each word.

You pulled away from his neck so that you could look at his face.

”When I found out you had lost to Sukuna, I felt my whole body give out. I felt so much anger and regret. Not because of Sukuna…but because I lost you. I never even got to say I love you one last time. Never got to kiss you one last time. All I could think about was you, ‘Toru. I felt so much regret when I would lay in our bed, cook in our kitchen, sit on our couch, realizing that I most likely would never get to see your face again.” I spoke, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and tender as he gazed into your eyes with unwavering devotion.

”I know, my love. And I’m sorry any of this happened in the first place. Believe me when I say I wish I could take it all back so that we’d never have to go through that. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you.” He spoke, kissing your temples softly.

“All that matters is that you’re back now. And I’m never losing you again.” You spoke to him with a faint smile on your face, making him chuckle.

“Trust me, baby. You don’t need to worry about that at all. I’m by your side for eternity.” He said, making you chuckle.

“And as for that kiss…Well, now you get to do all of that right now~” He said, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You kissed him back with equal fervor, holding onto him for dear life, scared that somehow, someway, he would be gone in an instant.

But there he was, holding you in his arms, not letting you go for one second. Your lips moved in perfect sync, as though they were meant for each other alone. Your hearts raced with longing and passion, fuelled by the deep yearning you both shared. After a moment, you two broke the kiss, smiling at one another. Toru placed his forehead on yours as you looked into each other's eyes.

”I love you, Y/n soon to be Gojo.” He teased a bit, making you chuckle

”I love you more, Satoru Gojo~”

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And everyone lived happily ever after! No one died! Everyone is still alive…yes. Alive! :)

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thinking about gorgug and the thistlesprings. thinking about how wilma & digby have gone their whole life trying to raise gorgug as a sweet, non-violent kind if guy. how they were so fixated to prove their families wrong that they didn't realise it wasn't healthy for their son. that they've been loving gorgug despite his rage for so long that they haven't even considered to love him with it, because of it.

thinking about lydia barkrock who's been continuously raging for 20 years, and how her rage is so special and noble. thinking about ragh who's grown up with a barbarian half-orc parent. the fact that despite all he's been through, he was never ashamed of his rage.

thinking about autistic gorgug, who's been masking his rage for all his life, being in porter's class where he's told that if he isn't boiling angry all the time he's useless. how he sees all the kids around him having no issue engaging with their rage. if he ever thinks, "why am i the only person who is struggling with this?" or "fig's not even a barbarian why can she do it and i still can't fucking get it?" or "what does everybody want from me and can they just please fucking agree instead of pulling me in 5 different directions at once all of the time??"

wondering if gorgug ever sees the barkrocks together and feels that quiet jealousy bubbling. if he reprimands himself instantly because it's not fair and ragh deserves this and his own parents aren't bad people, they're just.. different. maybe a little too wrapped up in their families' prejudice to allow them to be even the littlest big of right.

thinking about lydia barkrock looking at this kid who's never been taught that it's okay to feel his feelings, all of them. wondering if she sees ragh's struggle with his identity mirrored in gorgug. does she feel guilty, for not noticing her son was so afraid to be who he is? does she wish she would have been more there, more open, more supportive? does she ever look at gorgug biting down his rage and think "don't do this, kid, don't go down that path, look at how much damage it did to my son"? does she consider talking to the thistlesprings about it? does she know about their parenting?

thinking about gorgug and ragh, having support in the aspect of their life they didn't really need– gorgug in his sexuality, ragh in his rage. do they bond, over this? do they joke about swapping parents sometimes? do they support each other in the ways their parents couldn't do for them?

#this is in no way hate to wilma or digby or lydia #i love them all dearly #lydia especially is so important to me #i just think that parents sometimes dont have it all figured out either and acknowledging that is okay #theyre trying their best #(i know lydia is so supportive of raghs sexuality. i just dont think it ever came up before he came out.)#(i think hearing his mother say that its okay to love whoever wouldve been huge for ragh)#anyway please dont take this as an attack its literally just 3am ramblings #gorgug thistlespring #ragh barkrock #wilma thistlespring #digby thistlespring #lydia barkrock #d20 #fantasy high #fhjy #mine #autistic gorgug

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fic rec friday 16

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

best friend, baby by @ghosttotheparty*

“You— You make me feel so… good,” he finishes lamely, his head void of any words that could describe it, because how can Will describe the peace he finds in Nico’s presence, or the way he feels like he can finally breathe whenever Nico looks into his eyes? “You’re my favourite person,” he breathes. “My best friend.”

hooooooo boy the intimacy tag was NOT joking. i was gagged. yall tell me all the time how high u value will angst and like....this one DEVASTATED me for him??? like do yall ever think about how the first dialogue we hear from will in nico's perspective is self-loathing. yall ever think about how nico has always known him hating himself. well this author did. "i know you hate yourself but just because you hate yourself doesnt mean everyone else does too" hey what if we FOUGHT. also im going back in to all my FRFs to star my FAVE FAVE FAVE fics bc this is one of them LET ME TELL YOU.

2. just a dumb game by @ghosttotheparty

Nico di Angelo is not a party person. But Will Solace is going to be there. So.

they are SO FUCKING GAY and SO FUCKING IN LOVE and SO FUCKING STUPID. god i love them so fucking bad like they are inherently down bad obsessed with each other and this is how they should be. this is the way of the world.

3. even in the silver light by @ghosttotheparty

Nico is back. Will is still smitten.

first of all. latino and nb will. thank you. second of all. i am (obviously) obsessed with this author bc they KILLLLLL w burning intimacy. like you have no idea they write them like there is a twice burning fire only alive within them it's CRAZZZYYY. i also fckn LOVE that this is like. okay so the author says its plotless and it is kind of 45k of plotless, yes, but idk theres something to be said of love as a plot?? of learning and loving each other as a storyline.

4. splash by @ghosttotheparty

Annabeth is reading her favourite book. Someone walks directly into her.

yeah okay i think this is another one author week. sue me. this fic made me GRIN okay. it was so fucking cute and sweet and soft and autistic annabeth my beloved!! my love and light!! they are so in love in every universe fr and i fckn LOVE them dude i am OBSESSED. when this author writes people together it's as if you can hear them click.

5. isnt she lovely by @ghosttotheparty

Their eyes always meet in the halls. Her eyes are grey and shiny, and they make Percy think of stormy skies and marble sculptures. (She could be a marble sculpture, in the entrance of a museum, surrounded by scholars and artists and mesmerised passersby. Fucking beautiful in a way that only art ever is.) - - - Percy has had a crush on Annabeth since eighth grade. (He doesn’t know she likes him too.)

percy hitting the ground when annabeth kisses him 😭😭 HES SO REAL. i just recced this fic on instagram and i am here reccing it again bc it is EXCELLENT. i rly rly love to see pjotv percabeth in fic like i DO. theyre so fucking cute. and i LOVE how this author writes autistic annabeth!! it is so important to me!!! and this one is so CUTE like percy had such a huge crush on him.....like not just he liked her he had a CRUSH on her. god. i am melting.

thank you for joining me this friday!! happy reading!!

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𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓔𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 & 𝓐𝓭𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: Jah gets an important email. Jenna finds solace in the support of her friend Hudson as she grapples with her own struggles.

warnings: mature language

a/n: ngl, chatgbt saved my ass with the summary because I could not for the life of me figure out a summary that doesn’t spoil the chapter lmaoo. I might just use it for my summaries…that’s allowed right 👀.

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Hertfordshire, England

May 2023

3:30 pm (GMT)

Jenna sat alone in her trailer, the first time she's been alone in the last week. Usually, people would run in and out of the trailer for various reasons. But today, the weather forced the shoot date to end early for everyone. She sat by the window as she watched the English rain pound against the glass, caught in her racing thoughts. Her brown doe eyes focused as a lone raindrop slid down the glass taking different paths and angles to reach its final destination.

The young pregnant woman was extremely bored waiting for her driver to come pick her up from set. She tried calling you but you didn't answer and that's when she realized that it was currently 10 am in New York. You were most likely asleep especially since she watched you stream until like 4 am Eastern Time last night.

Suddenly, a knock breaks Jenna from her thoughts. She sighed thinking it was just another make-up artist or stylist coming in to gather the rest of their belongings but when she opened the door, she was slightly shocked to see Hudson.

"Oh great, you're awake. I would've thought you would be dead asleep" Hudson smiled.

"Nope just about dead from boredom" Jenna replied and moved out the way so Hudson could come in.

"I can tell by the look on your face and...your whole demeanor" Hudson playfully responded and closed the door behind him. He pulled off his raincoat and then took a seat on the small couch behind Jenna.

Meanwhile, Jenna grabbed her phone and sat back in the chair. She opened the TikTok app and immediately she was hit with a video of you. It was a clip of one of your YouTube videos that had gone viral recently. It didn't help with her need for you but she pushed it away.

Hudson noticed her demeanor and sighed, "Look so, uh, I was thinking we haven't hung out in a while like we used to and we're in England so I figured we could...I don't know explore a foreign city a little. There's a cafe I saw one night that's not far from here. Do you uh...wanna go check it out?"

Jenna thought about it for a moment. She knew she needed a much-needed distraction from everything. But she was hesitant about going with Hudson especially after he betrayed her trust by running his mouth to her mother. But she needed to do something so she doesn't into her head and lose her way like before. She needed to do something.

"Yeah sure let's do it" Jenna agreed and grabbed her bag and other items she needed. A huge smile grew on Hudson's face as he jumped up from the couch excitedly.

"Okay! So let's get the day started shall we" Hudson smiled and opened the trailer door for the smaller woman. The two friends start their day journey exploring the city of London.

The two friends quickly found a small English restaurant not too far from their respective hotels. They find a booth towards the back of the restaurant and take a seat across from each other. After sitting, an awkward silence covers over their atmosphere. It was weird for the both of them and they each hated how one bad decision (on Hudson's part) led to a fracture in their friendship.

"So...this is kinda awkward" Hudson spoke out loud.

Jenna hummed and nodded in agreement. Soon, a waitress walked over and took both of their drink orders and appetizers. Jenna ordered a green tea to help the little nausea she felt while Hudson ordered a simple water and some sausage rolls to munch on.

"Listen, Jenna, I am truly sorry for what I did. I know I keep saying it and everything but if I could rewind time and stop myself from ever doing that I would do it in a heartbeat. I want...no I need my best friend back.

Jenna sat in thought for a bit. She watched how Hudson's demeanor was calm and composed. She could sense that he felt guilty for his actions and therefore wanted to give him another chance. She missed her best friend too.

"Please stop apologizing I forgive you H&M," Jenna said.

Hudson smiled at the nickname she gave him in the eighth grade, "Thank you Jenster."

The two continued to converse with each other falling back into their friendship like before as their drinks and Hudson's appetizer came to the table.

"So, how's filming going?" Hudson asked and took a bite of a sausage roll.

Jenna sighed, her shoulders dropping, "It's...hectic to say the least. The movie is going to be bigger I can feel it. The pressure is intense and truthfully I'm terrified. Especially with my...situation making things a lot more complicated." She said as she looked down at her growing belly.

Hudson nodded sympathetically at her. He knew the intense pressure the industry could provide since he was associated with it his entire life. But he hoped that Jenna wouldn't fall under the pressure again and resort back to the person she was a couple of years ago. He hoped that the baby and he hated to admit it also, you, wouldn't let her fall victim to it again.

He can only hope.

🤰🏻🩵

The Bronx, New York

10:30 am (EDT)

You woke up extremely annoyed at the sound of someone banging on your door harshly. You sucked your teeth and got up from your bed and harshly threw your door open. You didn't even get a word before the person bum-rushed into your apartment. You looked to see who it was and saw it was Davis looking conflicted.

"Yo, why the fuck are you banging on my door like that D? It's 10:30 in the fucking morning" You spit at your best friend.

Davis ignored what you said and continued pacing back and forth deep in thought.

"Yo, you good kid? What's going on? Why you acting like that?" You questioned Davis, genuinely concerned about his behavior.

"I just got word that Slim is being released from Rikers early," Davis said as he rubbed his face, and sat down on your couch.

You gave Davis a confused look as you sat down beside him, "Well that's good. I missed that nigga....don't you?"

Davis looked at you with conflicted eyes, "Y-Y-Yeah of course. I'm just worried about how he going to handle the world now. All these new rules, new phones and apps, and shit like that."

"Understandable but that's why he got us. We can help him to adjust to life now. Maybe, we can introduce him to Twitch and shit so he can get his money up" You nodded.

Davis nodded, "Yeah maybe."

You give your best friend a confused look but before you can question it further, your phone goes off. You walk into your room and grab it off your nightstand. It was an unknown number, now usually you don't answer unknown numbers but something told you to answer this one.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Hi Jahaziel, my name is Rachelle Towns and I'm the executive producer for the Performer Passion competition. I was wondering if you had a moment of your time?" Rachelle asked you.

Your eyes widen in shock but you compose yourself, "Yes I do have a moment."

"Awesome, I was calling to let you know that you have officially moved on to Round Two of the Performer Passion competition" Rachelle informed you.

You let out a shocked laugh, "Nah you fucking me with. You not fucking with me right?"

Rachelle chucked, "No Ms. Jimenez I'm sure I'm not fucking with you. Congratulations, the judges and I loved your performance. I have sent you an email detailing the next instructions I just wanted to tell you verbally also about your accomplishment. Once again, congratulations on advancing to the next round."

With that, she hung up the phone, and as soon as she did an email came to your phone.

Congratulations on Advancing to the Next Round of the Performer Passion Music Competition

Dear Jahaziel,

I hope this email finds you well I am thrilled to inform you that you have advanced to the next round of the Performer Passion music competition! Your talent and authenticity have truly shone through, and I want to extend my heartfelt congratulations on this well-deserved achievement.

As you move forward in the competition, there are some important next steps that you meet with them and the other contestants face to face tomorrow at 10 am in Manhattan (address provided below). This meeting is crucial as it will provide an opportunity for you to meet other contestants and discuss your performance and plans for the competition moving forward.

Once again, congratulations on your advancement in the competition. I have every confidence that you will continue to impress the judges and showcase your talent.

Best Regards,

Rachelle Towns

"Yo D! I made it to the next round of the competition" You bounced excitedly back into your living room to find your best friend nowhere to be found.

The smile on your face was completely wiped away and replaced with a confused look, "What the fuck."

You shook off Davis' weird behavior and let the excitement of the news seep back into your body. You go back into your phone and go to your contacts. You see Jenna's contact name and click on it.

The phone rings and rings and rings and rings before it goes to her automated voicemail. You pouted but then remembered that she may be filming something right now and can't be by her phone. You'll try her again later on.

You then scroll and click on your mother's contact. The same thing happens with your mother. Now you feel some type of way cause why no one is answering your calls.

@bronxshiesty: i must be chopped fucking liver cuz why ain't NOBODY ANSWERING MY FUCKING PHONE CALLS

@highondatgreen: @bronxshiesty ill answer your phone call daddy

@bronxshiesty: @highondatgreen

@bronxshiesty: oop false alarm my mommy called me back

"What you need Jahaziel, you know I'm at work" Delyse sighed as the connection was delayed due to the hospital's weak wifi.

"I made it to the next round of the competition" You excitedly spoke as a wide smile appeared.

There was silence on the other end for a few moments before a loud shout came through the phone, "YES! THANK YOU JESUS! I'm so proud of you my baby child so so proud!"

"Thank you, Ma! I honestly didn't think I'd make it to the next round. I wasn't feeling confident about the song" You confessed.

"Why not? It's a good song. I keep replaying it at work for my co-workers...airplane on my phone, it can wait til the morning" Delyse whisper-sung and did a little shimmy dance.

You chuckled, "I'm glad you like it. But I just feel like I can do better. I compete with many different people with different voices and talents. I can't be slacking."

"Well if you know what you need to do then go do it. Like you said different voices and talents, now that you're in the next round you need to outshine everyone else" Delyse said.

"Yeah, I just need to figure out a way to do that" You said.

"You'll figure it out, baby child...I have to get back to work. I'll call you when I'm home" Delyse said.

You nodded, "Ight Ma."

The call ended and now you were back in your thoughts. You scrolled through your contacts again and stopped on Jenna's name. You clicked on it and it rang and rung until the voicemail came through again. You sucked your teeth and flopped on your couch. You stared at the ceiling for a second before a smile started growing on your face.

"I fucking made it..." You whispered-chuckled to yourself.

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It was now late in the evening (London time). The sky was dark but the streets were still busy as ever. London reminded Jenna of New York kind of. People laugh and walk through the streets with their friends, partners, or just themselves. Everywhere she turned someone was doing something. But as much as she wanted to relish in London life, she needed to rest for a very long day of shooting tomorrow.

"So what's up with you and Jah? Are yall going to date for the sake of the baby or?" Hudson's question breaks Jenna out of her thoughts.

"Uh...no we're not dating. We mutually agreed to just stay friends with each other and raise our child together" Jenna spoke and continued walking to her room.

"Well that's good at least you guys are coming together and being there for the baby. Honestly, you getting pregnant was not on my bingo card this year" Hudson chuckled.

Jenna chuckled, "It wasn't on mine either...but I'm dealing with the huge surprise like a champ and I'm ready for motherhood, excited for it."

"That's good" Hudson smiled at her. He stops in his tracks when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a text message from an unsaved number.

Unsaved Number:

I have a job for you

I'll be waiting at your AirBNB

don't be late

Today was going so good...

a/n: hey….its almost been a year since I last updated this book and for starters…i apologize life has been lifeing for me this past six months. now its not guaranteed that im going to be posting regularly like before because my job be having me tired and depressed lmaoo. But ill do my best to update within a reasonable time frame.

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