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halsteadlover · 4 months

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𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

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• Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: Lando always has a hard time trying to keep his hands off you, not even while attending an important event.

• Warnings: dirty talking, lots of swearing, oral sex (m. receiving), semi public sex.

• Word count: 2453.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE +18. This was supposed to be like a 700 words piece but I’m incapable to write short fics but y’all know this by now lmao. I hope you like this piece, I was inspired to write for Lando so here it is. Please comment, like and reblog, it’d be amazing ❤️ Thank you for your support xx

You were going crazy.

His hand continued to caress your exposed thighs beneath the table, his expert fingers drawing imaginary circles on your hot skin.

They went up along your inner thigh, until they almost caressed your private parts, but before touching you as you desired, his fingers descended back down, leaving you even more irritated and lustful than before.

Asshole.

“God I want you so much baby, you have no idea how much I want to tear this dress off of you,” he whispered in your ear so sensually it made your insides explode, causing a rush of shivers down your spine and made you clench your legs.

“I can’t stop thinking about how wet you must be right now, how easily you’d suck my dick in your sweet little cunt. I’m so hard just thinking about it.” He gave a cast kiss on your flushed cheek, making you choke on the champagne you were drinking and gaining weird and worried looks from the people around the table.

Holy fuck.

You were in fact at the annual FIA gala, the event swarming with famous people, all the drivers with their respective partners but even so Lando didn’t seem to care less.

He was only focused on you, forgetting his surroundings.

He needed to touch you, always, constantly. He needed to feel you, to always have a hand on your body.

And how could anyone blame him?

Lando couldn’t normally keep his hormones at bay but seeing you in that damn dress with that slit, he could barely function and take his eyes off of you. He pretended to have a conversation with Carlos, but in reality he wasn’t listening to a single word his teammate was saying, being too focused on keeping his hard dick at bay.

He tried to hold back the smirk that threatened to appear on his face when you squeezed your thighs together, trapping his hand between them and preventing him from moving it.

“Babe you okay?” He murmured in your ear at one point, turning his attention towards you. He always had that damn smile on his face, that smirk so damn sexy you wanted nothing more than to get on your knees under the table and not care about anything else.

“Lando, you’re driving me crazy. Stop it,” you retorted through gritted teeth, in a low voice so that no one at the table would hear what you were talking about with your boyfriend.

Lando chuckled and removed the hand he had on your thigh and caressed your face with it, then resting it on your partially bare back. “But I’m not doing anything princess.”

“Oh you know damn well what you’re doing and you have to stop,” you repeated, but in the meantime feeling your cheeks burning and the heat running through your body.

Had the temperatures suddenly risen?

Or were you just horny?

Probably the second option.

“I can’t help it princess, you look so fucking hot in this dress,” he whispered, making you smile and your pussy clench at the same time.

And the fact he looked so damn sexy in that suit, so good you just wanted to rip his clothes with your teeth didn’t help make things particularly easy. If Lando struggled not to constantly touch you, you weren’t so different. You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t resist him even if you tried and it certainly wasn’t your fault.

It was his fault sex oozed from every single fucking pore of his body.

“I’m already hard as rock right now, you’re not helping if you keep looking at me like that.” His voice caught your attention again, not realizing you were mesmerized by looking at him and running your hungry eyes over his body.

“I’m not looking at you in any way baby, you just look very, very handsome in this outfit.” You seductively battled your lashes. You printed a kiss on his cheek, making your lips slight caress his earlobe. “And very, very fuckable.”

“Fucking hell,” he breathed out, about to combust.

You then placed a hand on his cheek, eagerly wanting to have some physical contact with him It didn’t matter if it was an arm, a hand, or his face, you needed to touch him. His skin was particularly hot and the way his pupils were dilated told you to everything you needed to know.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he admonished you, even though he didn’t want you to stop at all, he just wanted to avoid fucking you on that table in front of everyone.

“Too bad baby, two can play this game.” The little smirk on your painted lips made his legs go numb and it was enough for you to give him a small kiss on the lips, innocent and apparently chaste, to make him completely lose his mind.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to fuck you right here and now.” He wet his lips with his tongue, alternating his gaze between your eyes and mouth.

You nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe I do want you to fuck me right here and now.”

This marked the breaking point for Lando, who at that point lost all judgment and didn’t care that the awards ceremony was about to begin.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” Was all he said before getting up and walking away without even giving you time to respond. You tried to suppress a giggle, every cell in your body twitching in anticipation.

“Woah where is Lando going so fast?” Carlos had asked, turning to you with a confused expression.

“In the bathroom, I think all the water he drank is having an effect,” you replied, meanwhile thinking of an excuse to get up from the table too.

“I’m going to get something to drink.” It was the first thing that crossed your mind, not caring about the confused looks of the others at the table.

“How much you wanna bet they’re gonna fuck in the bathroom?” Daniel announced, sparking laughter from everyone on the table. “God those two go on like rabbits, it’s embarrassing.”

But there was nothing closer to the truth than what Daniel said. You and Lando wanted each other a lot, it was no secret, and your sex life was more than active and intense.

That’s why, you found yourself pressed against the men’s bathroom sink, the door locked and Lando’ body pressed against yours as the two of you kissed with hunger and passion.

His hands, now resting on your cheeks, began to wander down your body, squeezing your breasts, your hips, his fingers pressed deep into your skin.

“Fuck I want you so bad baby,” you murmured as you broke away to take a breath. But he didn’t leave you any respite, his lips had started licking and nibbling your neck, in that precise point where he knew it drove you crazy.

“Shit,” he hissed through his teeth as you began palming the crotch of his pants, feeling him rock hard under your hand.

“Already so hard for me huh?” You whispered sensually, sighing as you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down enough to release his dick.

“Darling I’ve been hard for you since I saw you in this damn dress.” He cupped his hands over your breasts, squeezing and groping them over your dress, making you sigh. He slipped the straps of your dress revealing and you felt him twitch in your hand as you jerked him off, his eyes looking at you with hunger and desperation. “I’m always so hard for you. God you’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck yes…” He moaned loudly and you covered his mouth with your free hand.

“Shh you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you my love?”.

He slightly shook his head, feeling like he was already at his limit just from the way you were looking at him. You removed your hand and he placed his on your face, looking straight into your eyes as your hand continued to move up and down on his dick.

“That’s my good boy.”

He almost came from that sentence alone.

His thumb traced the outline of your lips with which you wasted no time and wrapped them around his digit, always keeping your eyes on him. His gaze was fixed on your lips, the way your cheeks hollowed out to suck on his thumb and you knew where his mind was wandering.

He almost had a heart attack when he saw you kneel in front of him, a smile printed on your lips now devoid of any trace of lipstick and lip gloss.

A loud moan escaped his lips when you stuck your tongue out and traced a long line along his shaft, starting from the base up to the tip where you paused for a few moments while you tasted the saltiness of the precum.

“Shit…” He panted like he was running a marathon, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Stop teasing me.”

“Oh you mean like you did all night?” I retorted with sassy.

“Please baby, please… I need this pretty little mouth…” He begged you, stroking your no longer styled hair with one hand. “I need to fuck this mouth so bad…”

“You look so cute when you beg so desperately for me darling.” You took his dick completely into your mouth, leaving him no room for response and completely taking the air and breath out of his lungs.

He threw his head back, trying to concentrate on not letting himself get too loud since you were still in a public bathroom. But it was hard, so damn hard when your mouth took him so perfectly, when your lips kept sliding back and forth, up and down on his hard dick.

“Shit, shit, fuck yes keep going… Oh yes just like that…” he groaned, gripping your hair in a fist and intensifying the movements of his hips. His tip kept hitting deep into your throat, making you gag and almost choke on it, your eyes watering.

“So pretty… My girl is so fucking pretty while she is on her knees taking me in her mouth so damn well…”

You continued to squeeze your legs with desire, hoping in some way to relieve the tension and desire that made you clench your pussy. Your eyes never left his face, thoroughly enjoying that feeling of being able to make him lose his mind in that way.

You felt immense enjoyment, a rush of euphoria flowed through your veins seeing his face contracted in pleasure, hearing those moans, sighs and pants that only you could give him, and even if he was fucking your mouth without mercy you could’ve even choked to death and you would’ve been the happiest woman in the world.

One of your hands was resting on his hairy bare thigh, your nails pressed into his skin while the other encircled the base of his dick, helping where your mouth couldn’t reach.

“Fuck baby your mouth feels like heaven… Oh my god…” he gasped. “You drive me crazy.”

Suddenly the sound of someone banging on the door startled both of you. You took advantage of that moment to catch your breath, but continued to slide your hand up and down his cock wet with your saliva.

“O-occupied!” Lando exclaimed, swallowing a groan and trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible while his eyes were fixed on you.

God you were so beautiful.

“Hurry up!” The voice replied from the other side of the door and you both breathed a sigh of relief when you heard footsteps walking away. You let out a laugh, but it was interrupted when you started licking his wet dick again, wrapping your lips around his particularly red and sensitive tip and focusing on it as you continued to pleasure him with your hand.

Lando swore he saw stars for a moment, letting out a particularly loud moan and feeling like he was going to explode at any moment. “Oh fuck yeah princess just like that…”

Without leaving you any escape, Lando pushed himself into your mouth again, keeping his grip on your hair, using you as if you were his own doll.

But you didn’t care, on the contrary, you loved the way he used you and always did what he wanted with you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he groaned, moving his hips and making you gag on his dick again, too carried away by the pleasure and euphoria to be able to think clearly. You levered yourself on his thigh, your nails pressed so hard into his skin you feared for a moment you’d leave any permanent mark “Ah shit… I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming… Fuuuck.”

With one final forceful thrust, his hot, salty cum filled your mouth and you wasted no time swallowing it, not particularly enjoying the taste.

“Holy shit I think I’m gonna die,” he sighed in ecstasy, his mouth half open as he tried to catch his breath.

You giggled and started to get up when you felt his hands on your hips helping you to your feet and before you could do anything he kissed you, tasting himself on your lips. You immediately deepened the kiss, circling his neck and threading your hands into his hair, not being able to resist for a minute longer.

“You’re so fucking beautiful love, what do I have to do with you? You make me lose my mind,” he whispered against your lips, then losing himself for a moment looking at you. It wasn’t an exaggeration but you were truly breathtaking. Especially in that moment with your lips swollen due to the amazing blowjob you had just given him, your cheeks red and lined with mascara running from your eyes. God, he couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside you.

“For starters you could fuck me properly Mr Norris.”

He chuckled and you let out a disappointed sigh when he slightly pulled away from you, immediately feeling an empty, cold feeling inside you. He cleaned himself before putting his pants and underwear back on.

“How are you feeling my love? Was I too rough?” He then asked, cupping his hands over your face and removing the traces of mascara with his thumbs as best he could.

You shook your head. “Oh God no baby, it was amazing. You know I love it when you’re rough.”

He gave you a kiss on the lips, so sweet and in contrast to the words he was about to say. “Good baby because now we’re going home and I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for the next few days.”

And man, had he kept his promise.

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weirdmorefics · 9 months

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So Very Basic- Spencer Reid X Reader

A/N- This may have just been an excuse for me to infodump about Pride and Prejudice but I swear the fic is still good! Reader is also very Autistic coded but I am Autistic so that happens a lot when I write hope you don't mind.

Pronouns- She/her

Tooth-Rooting Fluff

Word Count- 822

Summary- Spencer judging your book tastes on the jet back home.

Spencer and I have made it a habit of sitting next to each other every flight home. We usually talk about the recent books we have finished or are currently reading. Sometimes we just sit in silence and read together. These are my favorite moments in my life I never feel calmer in the jet with Spencer by my side or across from me. This time it felt different though Spencer's eyes have not left me once I swear he hadn't flipped a page of his book.

"Hey Spence, What's your book about?" I say trying to hint at the fact that I can obviously see he has not flipped a single page.

He seemed startled by my sudden question but proceeded to tell me the entire synopsis of his book.

I slam my book shut and shout, "You have read that book already!"

He seemed perplexed by my reaction "There is no rule against rereading books I think authors would prefer you reread their works."

I groan, "There is when you spend the whole flight staring at me distracting me from my book."

Spencer flushes and I am one hundred percent sure I am right now.

"Hotch the children are fighting again!" Rossi shouts like a mother making me shake my head at him.

"Hotch Spence is poking meee," Emily teases in her best Y/N impersonation. JJ of course joins in playing the role of Spencer, "I am not Y/n." She draws out my name.

Spencer and I look as red as two tomatoes and my safe space has turned into an inescapable nightmare.

He leans in and whispers in my ear, "You know this is your fault for picking the most basic Jane Austen novel."

I gasp dramatically which of course just causes more stares from the team.

Derek sighed knowing this Y/n gasp all too well, "Pretty boy what are you doing offending Y/n? Do you want to listen to another one of her defensive rants for thirty minutes?"

"I quite enjoy them," Spencer smiles.

Rossi rolls his eyes, "You would."

I stand up, "Pride and Prejudice is beautiful from its book, it's movie, and it's BBC Special!"

JJ sighs," Here she goes."

"The drama in the book is spectacular as it delves into each sister's feelings about marriage and how at the time it was their only option. Don't even get me started on the twenty-seven with no prospects speech! Oh my goodness Darcy is the perfect match for Elizabeth with them both being so headstrong makes for the best enemies to lovers! Speaking of Darcy in the film when he does that hand-clench thing it was not even in the book! It wasn't even scripted! Which made me feel he was the perfect actor for Darcy he understood the role perfectly!" I ramble out putting my hand on my chest the rest of the team is annoyed at another one of my outbursts but Spencer is looking at me like I am the only person on the plane and I flush when I meet his eyes.

Hotch shouts at me, "L/N would you sit down we are about to go into a patch of turbulence." He of course says this too late and I embarrassingly fall on top of Spencer.

I immediately try to scramble off Spencer but he holds me there. I look away from him trying to hide my flushed face and he asks if I am alright.

"Yup, just mortified but everybody needs a good daily dose of that am I right." I smile trying to play it off but I play with my hair a common tell of mine that everyone in the BAU knows by now.

"You know I have never seen the Pride and Prejudice film," Spencer says slyly.

My eyes light up "You must see it! It's on Netflix I have seen it over a hundred times! I can probably quote all the words by now."

"I actually don't have Netflix I don't really watch television," He rubs the back of his neck.

"That's fine I could totally bring my laptop to you to watch it! Or we could watch it at my apartment!" I ramble out coming off more excited than I meant to.

"That sounds great," Spencer smiles, "Do you really know all the words you could recite some now?" He teases.

I turn the deepest red I think I have ever been in my life and of course, Derek has to jump in.

"Oh pretty boy has moves," he whistles.

Spence rolls his eyes "Shut up Morgan."

"Could we all shut up? Some of us like to rest so we can actually focus on work when we get back." Hotch says in his typical annoyed-with-us voice.

"I guess reciting Pride and Prejudice to you will have to wait," I whisper into Spencer's ear it was finally my time to make him blush.

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voidpetrova · 9 months

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hanahaki — damon salvatore x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, blood, death, diseases, unrequited love — angst

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synopsis: 花吐き病, a disease that only a one-sided fairy tale can cause, because when damon won't give you the flowers, you grow them yourself

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the air was infused with the scent of blooming flowers, a fragile beauty that masked the impending tragedy that lay hidden within. there was once a time where roses that grew in your garden held a special place in your heart, and nowhere else. you relished in the moments you spent kneeling down in order to catch a sweet whiff of the devastatingly beautiful scent. when winter came, when they began to wither, you couldn't help but feel sorrowful.

you stood at the periphery of the salvatore mansion, your gaze fixated on the enchanting sight before you. damon salvatore, the enigmatic vampire with eyes like liquid darkness, moved with a grace that seemed to defy time itself. he was entwined in a dance of whispered words and stolen glances with elena gilbert, the woman who held his heart captive.

your heart fluttered with an ache you had grown accustomed to, a yearning that seemed to grow stronger with every stolen glance you cast upon the two lovers. damon's laughter, rich and intoxicating, echoed through the air, and you couldn't help but drink in every note as if it were a rare elixir. his devotion to Eeena was palpable, a force that bound them together with an unbreakable thread of destiny.

“they look great together, don't they?” you turned to see stefan by your side, smiling because he knew how much their happiness meant to him. you so desperately forced a smile, ignoring the way your breathing grew heavy as your gaze softened. “yeah,” you murmured, voice a mere whisper. “yeah, they do.”

as the days turned into weeks, your affection for damon remained a silent symphony, playing softly in the chambers of your heart. you watched him from the shadows, your presence unnoticed amidst the bustling chaos. you reveled in the mere seconds he spared for you, fleeting interactions that left an indelible mark on your soul.

the town itself seemed to mirror your emotions, as flowers of all kinds bloomed in profusion. yet, within you, a seed of despair took root, its tendrils creeping through your heart like delicate vines. unbeknownst to you, this burgeoning ache was mirrored within your very breath, as each inhale carried a hidden poison that would soon become an integral part of your existence.

it was a cool evening, the stars above twinkling like diamonds against the inky sky, when you dared to venture closer to the epicenter of your yearning. a masquerade ball had enveloped the salvatore mansion in an air of mystique, drawing guests from all corners of mystic falls.

you watched from the shadows, your masked visage concealing the hope and pain that swirled within your eyes. damon and elena moved through the crowd, a picture of grace and desire. their dance was one of undeniable connection, leaving you feeling as if you were but a specter in their world.

as the night waned and the moon hung low, you found yourself on the outskirts of the mansion's sprawling garden. moonflowers, their petals luminescent in the silvery light, bloomed in abundance. wiih a sigh, you plucked a single bloom, its delicate fragrance filling the air around you.

“gorgeous, aren't they?” you met stefan's eyes once more, his gaze nearly pitiful. he was aware of how much you yearned for his brother—how much you craved to be loved the way he loved elena. you turned back to the bundle of flowers, eyes glowing with admiration. “i love them,” you admitted, all the while knowing you had a different confession in mind. him. you loved damon.

stefan's lips curved in a gentle smile, though there was a tinge of sadness hidden behind his eyes. “moonflowers,” he murmured, his voice carrying a soft, almost melancholic quality. “they're said to bloom only at night, under the moon's tender gaze. but their beauty comes with a price.” he extended a hand to touch one of the petals, his fingers brushing against the delicate surface with a reverence that spoke of deeper understanding. you followed his lead, letting your fingers graze the petals of the moonflower. the texture was velvety, cool against your touch, and you couldn't help but think that it mirrored the complexity of the emotions swirling within you. “what price?” you asked, your voice hushed as if afraid to break the fragile tranquility that surrounded you both.

stefan's gaze turned distant, as if he were peering into a past filled with memories too painful to bear. “legend has it that moonflowers take their beauty from those who admire them,” he explained, his words carrying a weight you could sense even before he continued. “they absorb the heartache, the unspoken longing, and the unrequited love of those who stand in their presence.”

the truth of his words settled over you like a shroud, chilling and numbing. you stared at the moonflowers with a mixture of awe and trepidation, as if they held the key to your very existence. “do they take away the pain?” you whispered, your gaze flickering up to meet stefan's.

hia expression held a mixture of sympathy and empathy. “no,” he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of his own experience. “they bear witness to it. they hold it, absorb it, until the pain becomes an intrinsic part of them. but they cannot erase it.”

a silence hung between you, heavy with unspoken truths. you turned your gaze back to the moonflowers, their luminescence seeming to shimmer with an otherworldly light. it was as if they understood the depth of your emotions, as if they were waiting to cradle your secrets and carry them into the night.

“you're not alone in this,” stefan said, his voice a gentle reassurance. “i know what you feel.” your heart clenched at his words, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow flooding your senses. in that moment, you understood that the pain you carried was not a solitary burden—it was shared by another who knew the taste of unrequited love all too well. you knew he loved elena more than damon ever could.

as the days turned into weeks, the symptoms of your hidden affliction began to manifest. A persistent cough, dry and unyielding, echoed through the quiet chambers of your room. each breath you took seemed to carry a weight, as if the air itself had turned into a tangible reminder of your unspoken desires.

days turned into nights, and the moonflowers in the garden continued to wilt, their petals falling like tears that went unnoticed by all but you. the nights grew colder, the air carrying a heaviness that matched the weight on your chest. your coughs became more frequent, each one a reminder that the poison of unrequited love had taken root within you. the moonflowers had all but withered, their once-beautiful petals scattered like confetti of heartache upon the ground.

in the final throes of your affliction, you sought solace in the warmth of your bathtub, the water soothing against your skin. moonflower petals floated upon the surface, their delicate fragrance a reminder of the pain you had carried, the love you had hidden, and the sacrifices you had made. the coughing had grown more frequent, each fit more violent than the last, leaving you weak and trembling.

blood stained the water, a macabre dance of crimson against the white porcelain. each cough was a harsh reminder of the poison that had taken hold, the unspoken emotions that had finally found their voice in the form of bloodied petals.

as you leaned against the edge of the bathtub, your breathing labored and your body weakened, you felt a strange sense of peace settle over you. the moonlight filtered through the window, casting an ethereal glow upon your skin. you closed your eyes, your consciousness drifting between the realms of pain and serenity.

in the quiet of that moment, you felt a gentle pressure against your hand—a touch so light, it could have been a figment of your imagination. but then it came again, more persistent, and you slowly turned your head to see stefan sitting by your side. his gaze was filled with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance, a silent acknowledgment of the journey you had shared.

“i'm here,” he murmured, his voice a soft reassurance.

you managed a weak smile, your fingers curling around his hand. It was cold, a reflection of the reality that was slowly dawning upon you. “stefan,” you whispered, the word a fragile breath that carried the weight of a thousand unspoken sentiments.

his eyes met yours, and in their depths, you saw the depth of his affection, the extent of his understanding. he was not just a witness to your pain; he was a bearer of it, a partner in the silent symphony of longing that had played out in the shadows.

as your vision began to blur and the world around you faded, you felt a strange sense of release. the pain that had plagued you for so long was no longer yours to bear. and as you closed your eyes for the last time, you felt a single tear slide down your cheek, mingling with the petals that still clung to your skin.

when consciousness finally left you, stefan held your cold hand, his touch a poignant reminder of the connection you had shared. he stayed by your side, his gaze fixed upon your face, as if willing you to find peace in the afterlife.

but just as the sun began to paint the sky with the first hues of dawn, a harsh cough erupted from stefan's lips. he doubled over, a hand pressed to his mouth, and as he coughed, delicate petals of moonflowers tumbled to the ground—a mirror of the pain he had absorbed, the love he had carried, and the sacrifice he had made for you.

the ache that had bloomed within his heart was the same ache you had carried for his brother, and now, it was the ache that bound him to you in death.

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mistydeyes · 11 months

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141 boys and your oddly specific hobby

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summary: Most people have hobbies like drawing or bird watching, however, yours are more unique. Regardless of your odd interests, the 141 still loves you, their quirky significant other!

pairing: 141 x gn!Reader

warnings: swearing

a/n: By popular vote, this won so please enjoy :)

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Price - matchbook collecting

When you first met Price, it was when you both dipped your hands into the matchbook jar. The jar sat at the host stand of a dive bar and you both happened to go for it at the same time. Although, you two had different motives. Him, because he forgot his lighter, and you, because you wanted to add something else to your collection. He wouldn’t pass up on a pretty face who he presumed also smoked, so he invited you for a light. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were just a collector so you joined him outside.

What started as a quick smoke ended up being two hours of witty conversation. As your pleasantries turned into various topics and ramblings, you were glad you finished the cigar quickly, trying to emulate the mature man’s actions. He vaguely talked about his occupation, a high-ranking military man, and you talked about your non-comparable, boring civilian life. However as the late night hours slowly approached, you wrote your number on his matchbook and thanked him for the cigar and friendly chat.

On your next date, you revealed your odd hobby to Price. “I’ve been collecting them as a child. It’s like collecting snow globes from different destinations but much easier to display and transport,” you said as you both leisurely sipped your drinks. “And to think I thought you were out for a smoke, good thing I left my lighter that day, Love” he replied and gave you a subtle wink. You eventually showed him pictures of your growing collection, recounting where each one was from and showing him some of your favorites.

Soon everywhere he went, Price noticed the unique matchbooks. It started with pocketing a matchbox while he was in Amsterdam and grew slowly. Soon he would start a collection of his own, bringing them home to you with a story of where they each came from. After what seemed like 30 matchbooks in Price's collection, the 141 took notice. “Captain, you some pyromaniac or something,” Soap joked. “Just for my partner, weird collection of there’s” Price responded and no one questioned him further. Although, he still keeps the matchbook that has your number on it in his collection.

Soap - soap making

“You’re never gonna believe me, but I make soap as a side business.” Soap thought it was a joke at first, something to make him laugh when you first met. But when he entered your flat, he was shocked at how honest you were. Your walls were filled with shelves lined with every scent known to man along with hundreds of designed soaps. It smelled like a Lush store when he walked in and he marveled at your creations.

You watched him bask in the glory of the soap for a moment as you laughed heartily. "I told you so," you said as he went about sniffing each one and examining them. You organized them by scent and interrupted him as he approached the floral section. "Having fun there, Johnny?" you asked and he looked up at you as he held one of your rose-scented creations in his hand. "Can't believe this," he said and you smiled as he continued. Eventually, after he had smelt every single bar, you took him into a room where you were working on some new items for your fall collection.

"You have more!" he gasped and went to examine the bars of soap in their molds. "My Autumn collection," you said proudly, "here come smell this one." You led him to a table that housed an orange-hued soap slab with leaves delicately placed throughout the hardened bar. He held the slab in one hand and placed it up to his nose. His eyes lit up as a mix of cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin filled his nostrils. "Smells like a pie," he joked and you showed him various others.

For his return from deployment, you had a surprise. You had spent weeks perfecting this formula and finally were satisfied. As you walked to his flat, you gently tugged on the striped ribbon that tied the parcel together. When he opened the door, he noticed the box in your hands and ushered you in. He excitedly tugged the ribbon off the box and opened it. He gasped when he saw two bars in the colors of the Scottish flag lying on a pile of recycled confetti. "What's this?" he asked and you motioned for him to turn the bars over and smell them. As his calloused hands turned the soft bar over, he noticed the packaging said "The Scotsman." He smiled widely as he placed them both up to his nose, taking in the smells of rain and pine. You swear you could see him tear up when he said, "Reminds me of my own home."

After this, he insisted you mass produce these bars of soap for his friends. You sheepishly did so and when you presented it to the other 141, Gaz loudly remarked, "He's finally done it, Soap is now a bar of soap."

Gaz - raising butterflies

He had heard about people having pets—even raising chickens but never butterflies. Your house was a sanctuary, filled with small enclosures of cocoons along with various flowers for your butterflies to suck nectar from. When he entered your house, it was like that scene where Alice first sees all the flowers in Wonderland. He felt like a child, seeing all the gorgeous wings floating around the room. He saw a delicately monarch land on a peony and approached it quietly.

"Here hold out your finger like this," you said and showed him how to stand gently and hold out his pointer finger. As he followed your actions, the butterfly gently landed on him. He looked in awe at the insect and you stealthily took a picture of him. The rest of the afternoon, you described to him what flowers butterflies like best and the lengthy process of tending to them before they reached metamorphosis.

Whenever Gaz was on deployment, he would always visit to relax in the butterfly sanctuary. He loved watching as you tended to the flowers and gently fed the butterflies sugar water. Even when he was on a mission, he would be sure to ask about some of his favorite butterflies, even going so far as to name them. "How's my girl, Cressia, doing?" he asked over FaceTime as you walked to find the Great spangled fritillary amongst the zinnias. "Here she is!" you exclaimed and pointed the camera at Cressia, a gorgeous butterfly with golden yellow wings. You could hear someone snicker in the background but Kyle didn't care as he continued to take screenshot after screenshot.

For your first anniversary, Kyle was unfortunately deployed and couldn't celebrate with you. This didn't stop him from showering you with gifts. As you sat in the conservatory, you could hear the doorbell ring. You emerged to find the postman holding two boxes for you, one smaller than the other. You took them inside as you delicately opened up the larger package. Inside, was a note describing the care for 23 painted butterflies along with rows of small cocoons. You smiled as you read the instructions and went to place the new members into their homes. After you got them settled, you opened the small box to reveal a necklace with a small butterfly charm carved from a pearl. A note inside read, "Happy anniversary, now you can carry a butterfly with you anywhere you go."

Ghost - bookbinding

When you first invited Simon over he was quick to notice your many bookshelves all lined with books of the same aesthetic. He knew some of these were Penguin clothbound Classics but was certain they hadn't bound The Hunger Games in their unique cover. As he held The Harry Potter novels and My Year of Rest and Relaxation in his hands, he silently contemplated if he had missed a few years and these were published classics. You came into the library with two glasses and laughed at his bewildered gaze. "You discovered my little hobby, Simon," you joked and offered him a glass. As he sipped on The Paper Plane cocktail, you recounted how you would spend your free time rebinding books that didn't match your aesthetic. "It took me a while but having a matching library like this one is worth it," you said and waved your arm to the rows of books, all with a unifying factor.

As you entered into a long-term relationship, it was clear Simon loved your hobby and indulged in it. Every time he visited, he insisted on bringing you the few books he owned to create Penguin Classic-like covers. From military manuals to a vintage copy of The Art of War, you quickly rebound them and presented him with his new book. He even told you that some of his colleagues had complimented your handiwork. You always blushed in response, citing your eye for design as the cause of all the madness.

Eventually, Simon gifted you with the paperback Penguin Classics. You opened the door to see him carrying a pile of books in his arms. You quickly ushered him to the library where he set them all down on your vintage leather couch. "For the person, that has everything," he said and you went to examine all of the books. He had seemingly bought out the whole collection as you marveled at each of the covers. "Each one of them has an art piece on it," he said and you began to notice the trend. You gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as you held Wuthering Heights in your hand. He quickly snatched it out of your hands before you could even start to rip off the cover. "Keep these, I know you have a theme going on but it doesn't hurt to have some variety," he said and gave you back the book as you stared up at him.

Now whenever someone comes to visit you, they always notice the black-bound books on display. Although they do stick out, you love recounting the story of how your significant other bought you some of the most prized objects in your collection.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE A PART 2 ON THE TEACHER TOM SMUT 😩

A/n: of course!! I’m sorry this took me ages guys I haven’t had any motivation these past couple of days to write this :( it’s a little bit rushed and probably very choppy I’m sorry but I hope you guys enjoy mwah <3 he looks so good in that picture I would be making out with him right then and there tbh.

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓃ℴ𝓌？𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 2 💋

warnings: dom!tom sub!freader degrading unprotected sex p in v Tom using handcuffs

MDNI!!

smut and fluff at the end!!

Read at your own risk.

A while later you and Tom grew very close always meeting up outside of school, he even started helping you out with some school work at his place. He started buying you cute gifts obviously your interactions stayed low during school, but if you ever showed up late he would absolutely teach you some manners. (screaming) but something was weird the more you and Tom got close you were falling for him it was wrong you couldn’t fall for your teacher could you?

During school you once again arrived late to class you were tired, “Look who finally decided to show up” you knew that voice anywhere, Tom was staring right at you grazing his tongue over his piercing that made you go crazy but you just walked over to your desk not even giving a smart ass remark back to him.

For the rest of the class you didn’t even pay attention not even looking at Tom his gaze was directly on you though. He knew something was up but didn’t know what exactly. Class was finally over you got your things, you were about to go till Tom grabbed your wrist he was about to speak but you pushed him away and left the room.

-time skip

It was the end of the day, you were leaving school you didn’t know what to think, till a car stopped beside you and to your surprise it was Tom he got out the car and opened the passenger side for you “Get in” his voice was firm and he didn’t look to happy. “No” you tried walking away but he pulled you towards him “Just get the fuck in” you didn’t wanna piss him off even more than you already have so you got in unwillingly.

The car ride was quiet the silence wasn’t nice either you could cut the tension with a knife, his jaw was clenched his eyes directly on the road. After what seemed forever you were arrived at his house. Tom got you out of the car dragging you inside “Fuck Tom can you let go of me” you tried letting he ignored you, pulling you with so much force you were about to fall over.

He dragged you all the way up to his room slamming the door shut behind you pushing you on the bed you were so confused on what was going on. Tom towered over you straddling your hips and pinning both of your arms above your head.

He leaned down his face inches away from yours “So you wanna explain why the fuck you’ve been avoiding me and being such a brat liebe” his voice was rough there wasn’t much light only the window but you could make out every single inch of him. You didn’t know what to say but you decided to keep quiet Tom snickered before pressing his lips to yours.

His lips matched perfectly with yours the way his metal piercing felt against your lips was amazing, you moaned into the kiss letting his tongue enter your mouth (didn’t know how to word it 😭) his hand made it’s way to your neck squeezing gently, you could feel his hard on pressing down onto your lower stomach making you gasp Tom eventually pulled away his salvia coating your red lips.

You tried moving and getting out of his grip but it was difficult “Fucking stay still” Tom grabbed something out of his desk draw he grabbed your wrists handcuffing them together. (oh my god.) He trailed wet kisses along your neck nipping and sucking at different spots across your neck, soft moans escaped your mouth. He moved his hands lower down towards your aching core and pressing his index finger against your clothed clit.

You moaned in response a smirk appeared on Tom’s face, Slowly he peeled off yours and his clothes I swear you got just go weak at the sight of him everything about this guy was perfect no wonder why you fell him. Your eyes moved downwards to his cock his tip leaking with pre-cum your breath caught in your throat he was big to take in. “Tom I-“ you were interrupted “Hush I’ll make it fit liebe” his voice was gentle but teasing.

Tom positioned himself between your legs, “Such a pretty fuckin’ sight Schatz” his gaze was directly on your wet cunt he could go pussy drunk (no cause he so would.) He carefully moved his tip against your entrance before you could even get time to adjust to his length he rammed his cock deep inside you filling you up completely, “Tom fuck!” you moaned out arching your back.

He pulled out half away before thrusting back into you with such force, Tom groaned “Fuck you feel s’good around me Schatz takin’ me so well like the pretty slut you are hm?” His voice was dripping with lust, you couldn’t give a proper answer only moans and whines escaping your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his body, His hand moved to your neck squeezing gently.

His pace quickened moving in different types of angles hitting your g spot directly again and again. Your moans grew louder and louder it was like music to Tom’s ears, the room smelt like sex sweat, your head was crashing against the headboard everytime he thrusted into you, your walls clenched around him you knew you were close, “T-Tom I’m gonna cum soon” you whine out.

“You think you deserve to cum hm after you’ve been such a brat?” he asked me “yes fuck please Tom” you moan out the knot in your stomach grew tighter with each thrust, he looked down at you his gaze almost memorising he leaned down and whispered “Then Cum for me Liebe” he pulled out completely before ramming into you hitting your g spot once again that’s all you needed, You threw your head back your legs shaking and cummed all over his cock “Jesus Fuck liebe!” He moans out his pace slows down a bit riding out his high.

You let out a shaky breath trying to gain back your senses, Tom grabs a towel cleaning you both up and he removes the handcuffs off your wrists. Placing a kiss on your forehead laying down next to you his arm draped around your waist “alright now can you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me Schatz” he asks slightly concerned. You turn to look at him your eyes a little bit glossy “I think I might have feelings for you and I know it might be wrong but-“ Tom pressed a kiss to your lips.

After a few seconds he pulled back he tilted your chin up rubbing your cheek “I couldn’t care if I was your teacher or not Miene Liebe I feel the exact same way about you.” You hugged him tightly feeling a sense of comfort that you didn’t have to worry anymore about how he felt you felt so safe in Tom’s embrace you layed in his arms falling asleep peacefully.

A/n:I HAD NO IDEA I COULD WRITE SO MUCH. I hope you guys enjoyed send me more requests guys mwahhhh bye cuties. <33

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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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SAUNA SESSION

A/N: im not saying i wanted this to happen to me on my wellness weekend last week... but i did. so i wrote it for you and for myself.

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: All you wanted was some relaxing time alone in the nude sauna cabin, but that one mysterious and ridiculously handsome man had to be there at the same time as you. Things get hot, but not just because of the sauna.

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Theoretically it was a good idea. Coming down to the wellness area of the hotel after dinner when everyone is already gone so you can use the nude sauna alone, without having a freaky old man staring at your boobs and bare pussy.

And as you walk past the pool that’s now perfectly still, you truly think there will be no one in the back. There’s a pep in your step as you fic your robe, smiling to yourself before turning the corner and reaching the saunas, but it vanishes from your face when you see a robe on the hanger next to the cabin and a moment later the restroom’s door opens and the man walks out who has been occupying your thoughts for the past two days.

You first saw him when you checked in. He strode across the lobby with so much elegance and grace, you couldn’t get yourself to look away and stop staring. He was on the phone and his eyes fell on you for a split second before he walked out of the building.

You swear that one glance was the single most sexual thing that has ever happened to you. There was this aura that was around him at all times, dominance and passion oozes from every inch of his tall, muscular body. Since then you’ve seen him a handful of times, at dinner or breakfast, sitting at the bar when you were leaving. Every time his eyes found you, as if he was looking for you and when they found you… it took everything in you not to drop to your knees. You know nothing about him, but he appears to be a man in power, not quite your type, but there’s just something about him that’s different, that draws you in every time you lay your eyes on him.

You’re ashamed to admit that you even had a wet dream about him. A man whose name you don’t even know.

This man is now looking at you in only his swimming trunks, his bare chest a view you’ll never forget as long as you live. You’ve only seen him in button-ups and suits, they hid the many tattoos littering his fine body and you fight the urge to trace them all with not just your fingers but your tongue as well.

For a moment he seems surprised to see you, but then a tiny smirk tugs on the corners of his mouth.

“Some late night sweating?” he asks and it’s the first time you hear his smooth voice, it’s sweet like honey.

Your throat has gone dry, so you can only nod as you fumble with the belt of your robe that’s covering your bikini clad body. You snap your eyes away from him as you step to the hangers and slowly peel yourself out of the robe, all while feeling his burning gaze on your body.

When you turn around, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s been staring at you. The raw hunger in his eyes has your blood boiling and you’re glad you put your black bikini on, because wetness is rapidly pooling between your legs.

He opens the darkened glass door of the cabin and holds it open for you.

“After you,” he winks and you almost forget grabbing a towel as you walk into the steamed up cabin.

You’re quick to climb up to the top benches, laying your towel down before sitting on it, acclimatizing to the sudden hotness.

The man opts to sit across you on the middle bench, close to the rocks, he shoots you a questioning look at you and when you nod he pours some water on the rocks, increasing the humidity of the cabin. It takes only a minute for you to start sweating.

You’ve completely forgotten about the fact that it’s the nude cabin, but when you see him stand up and untie his shorts, your lips part for a moment.

“You don’t mind?” he asks, hooking a finger into the elastic, giving it a gentle tug, teasing the V-line that dips under the band.

“N-no. It’s the nude cabin,” you manage to say before clearing your throat.

He nods and then pushes the shorts down so easily, as if you weren’t just a stranger only a few feet away from him.

He’s huge. And already halfway hard.

You need to swallow as he places the shorts onto the bench and sits on his towel, a smug smirk playing on his lips, his eyes glued to you from across the cabin.

But you can’t get yourself to avoid looking at him for long, your gaze returns to his form and you steal short looks at his crotch.

“Feel free to undress,” he adds smugly and you know it’s a challenge.

Normally you’d be too prude to do it, getting naked in front of strangers is not quite your thing, but the fire inside you is making you do crazy things. So when you reach behind your back to untie your top, you make sure to keep your eyes fixed on him.

You pull it over your head, not caring to untie the strings behind your neck and then drop the top beside you, catching his eyes wandering down your chest. The rush of confidence that takes over you is surprising, but you’re determined to live off it in the moment. You lazily pull your legs up and roll to your stomach, holding yourself up on your elbows so he still has a clear view of your breasts as you try to pretend like you’re just lounging in the cabin without a care.

“I’m Harry, by the way. I’ve seen you around the hotel a few times.”

The way he strikes up a conversation while he’s completely naked, his hardening dick between his juicy looking thighs is maddening, but you want to play along and see where it will go.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Are you here for business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure. I like to take some time for myself this time of the year.”

“Sounds nice.”

The conversation ends here, but the staring match has just begun. As the minutes pass by and your skin is fully coated in sweat, the intensity of the way you look at each other gets progressively shameless. Breathing is starting to appear to be a hard task and not just because of the hotness of the cabin. Every time you take a deep breath to fill your trembling lungs you catch his eyes wandering to your expanding chest and when you turn to lie on your back he barely even looks anywhere else than your breasts or face.

All while his cock gets harder, proudly saluting between those strong thighs.

It’s so insane, you can barely think straight and you have no idea where this will head, the tension, the hunger, the unspoken dirty thoughts that keep racing in your mind are driving you over the edge. And then the breaking point happens.

You’re looking straight into his eyes when his hand, with a swift and confident movement, grabs the base of his cock, giving himself a hard tug. A moan slips from your mouth and you know it’s game over.

Without an ounce of hesitation you reach down and push the bottom of your bikini down, wiggling your hips to get the fabric off and you drop it to the side, baring yourself fully to him. When you turn your head to see his reaction you see some pain on his handsome face, one that roots in an insufferable passion, you catch him running his finger across his lips while his hands start to work steadily on his erection.

“Fuck.” The word slips out of your mouth as just a whisper, but he catches it with ease. Your hands start to move on their own as you cup your breasts, your palm slipping easily on your sweaty skin, your nipples poke against your touch, in desperate need of a pair of foreign hands to handle them, but it’s only you for now.

Your core is dripping wet, both from your arousal and sweat, your clit throbbing for even just a touch, so you don’t torture yourself and move a hand down between your legs and start playing with it.

“Start slow,” Harry speaks up, breaking the silence and when you look at him you’re met with a pool of dominance in his eyes. It forces you to obey, not that it even occurs to you to go against him in this moment.

You place two fingers on your clit and start to move them in circles, slowly, but with quite some pressure, your lips part and you struggle to breathe under these conditions, but you won’t stop. Harry starts jerking himself off faster and his hips sometimes buckle up into his grip, making you wish it was your mouth or cunt around his cock instead of his hand.

“Now go faster,” he tells you as if he was giving you permission to do it.

You obey at first, but when you hear a grunt roll out of his throat, you gain confidence and yearn to have more control.

Sitting up you put your feet to the bench under you and spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your glistening pussy as you run your fingers up and down, smearing your arousal over it while you watch him fall apart. His eyes darken and his bicep flexes as he goes faster and harder than before, even his toes curl when he watches as you push two fingers inside you, moaning with no shame. Your free hand moves up your stomach until it reaches your breast and you grope it imagining that he is touching you.

“Fuck, I’m–” he starts, but then you hear a door slumming shut somewhere outside and you jump up right away, your heart hammering in your chest from the fear of getting caught. You check the time outside through the door of the cabin and realize how long you’ve been in here. The fog clears a bit from your mind and you remember that this man is a stranger and he just watched you pleasure yourself while jerking himself off.

“I have to go,” you breathe out and grab your bikini and towel so fast, he doesn’t even process your movements, only when you’re slipping out of the cabin.

You want to go straight to your room, but you’re so sweaty that you just need to shower it all off with some cold water, so you move to the area where two showerheads are installed on the ceiling and start the water in desperate need of cooling your body down in every sense.

What has gotten into you? You have never let your desires take control over you like it happened just moments ago, you totally lost your cool and all because of a hot guy you met barely twenty minutes ago. You shouldn’t have played along, it should have never…

But it felt so good! He ignited things in you no one has ever and that scares and excites you at the same time.

The sauna door opens and Harry rushes out holding his swimming shorts in front of his crotch, but when he sees that it’s still just you he drops it to the floor as he walks up to you.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped a line, but I just couldn’t stop myself, I’ve been seeing you around for days and you completely–”

He doesn’t get to finish his apology that sounds genuine, because you smash your lips against his despite the remorse you’ve dealt with the last couple of moments.

You grab his face desperately, pushing your naked body against him, his erection wedged against your stomach and the feel of it makes you throb for him. He’s quick to react, one hand coming to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your wet hair while his other grabs you by the hip to pull you closer, even though not even a piece of paper could fit between your sweaty and wet bodies.

Cold water rains down on the two of you, yet your whole body feels like it’s on fire. Even though you initiated the kiss he has taken over control fully, his mouth devouring yours with so much force and passion, you’re seeing stars. He pushes forward, making you walk back until your shoulder blades meet the cold wall of the shower. He bites into your bottom lip, tugging on it hard before his mouth moves to your jawline and neck, some his kisses turn into bites as he tastes you, sweat and water mixing on his tongue as his hands grab onto the back of your thigh and he urges you to lift your legs. He holds you up with ease, your legs wrap around his waist and the position brings the tip of his cock to your clit, nudging it as he thrusts his hips forward to keep teasing you.

“I want to fuck you, Y/N. Right now,” he grunts against your collarbone before licking up the column of your throat.

“Do it!” you exhale desperately. “Please, do it!”

“You won’t freak out on me?” he asks and you notice the hesitation behind his words, how he doesn’t want to make you do something you don’t feel comfortable with.

“No, I promise,” you answer, your words dying into a whisper as your chest heaves against his and you move your hips to feel more friction, but you feel so painfully empty without him. “Please!”

“Begging looks great on you, baby,” he smirks before occupying your lips with his mouth again while he reaches down and grabs his cock by the base, dragging the tip back and forth between your folds, making sure to pay extra attention to your clit when he’s at the front.

“Protection? I promise you I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too and I’m on the pill,” you nod eagerly and the thought that you’re about to feel him raw already makes you clench.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” is all he says before he pushes into you so hard and fast, the air gets knocked out of your lungs in an instant.

He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to his length and girth, he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, he starts moving without warning and he doesn’t start off soft. He goes fast and hard, pushing his whole length inside you every time he thrusts forward and you swear for a second you’re afraid you might pass out, but you don’t want him to stop either. You hold onto his strong shoulders while trying your best to keep your legs wrapped around his waist, though they start to turn into jello.

“Oh fuck!” you almost scream when he manages to push even deeper inside you and one of his hands is quick to snap over your mouth.

“Shh, we don’t want anyone to hear us,” he lets out an airy chuckle and when he pulls his hand back he kisses you before burying his face into your neck.

He’s going at an insane pace, stretching you out so well, your walls grip his cock as if it was made for you. From time to time he whispers against your neck or lips.

“You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes baby, you like that, huh?”

“Love the way I’m fucking you?”

You can only mumble an answer, that is if you even find the ability to talk, because he is fucking your basic skills out of you.

“I want to feel your pretty cunt coming all over my cock, Y/N. Now. We don’t have much time, someone might come in soon,” he urges you.

“I want… Can I…” The words die on your tongue every time you try to tell him what you want.

“What do you want, Beautiful?” he asks, noticeably slowing his movements down so you can find your voice again.

“I want to ride you so badly,” you whine and he is quick to act and please you.

Holding with secure arms, he pulls you away from the wall and walks back to the sauna cabin so he can sit down. The hot air fills your lungs and you want to protest against it, but when you ease down on his cock you forget about everything that’s not perfect.

Like how you start sweating again or how hard the wooden bench feels under your knees and shin. It’s all nothing when you start grinding against him, getting what you wanted.

“Come on my cock, baby. Use it as you want.”

You hold onto his shoulders, head rolling back as his palms find your breasts, giving them the attention they needed all along. Then he wraps his arms around your torso and replaces his hands with his lips, licking and sucking on your nipples, sending shockwaves through your body.

“Harry, I’m gonna come!” you cry out and maybe even a tear rolls down your cheek too, but it could easily be sweat as well.

“Give it to me, baby! Come for me!”

He leans back and holds onto your hips before he starts thrusting up into you, your movements come to a halt and you can’t hold it together any longer. Gripping his shoulders you come harder than ever, your orgasm washing over your body in waves and it feels like it will never stop.

Then Harry’s hips fall out of rhythm and he stops for a few moments every time he thrusts into you as he comes with just as much intensity. Feeling him come inside you might trigger another orgasm in you, or it’s the first one that’s still lasting, you have no idea.

Slowly, his movements stop, but he remains buried deep inside you as you both try to catch your breath, but it’s hard in the hotness of the cabin. Harry must feel the same way, so he wraps you in his arms and stands from the bench, exiting the sauna before he returns under the running water in the shower.

“I’m gonna put you down, can you stand?” he softly asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You nod, but you might have overestimated your strength, because as he lets you down to your feet gently, your knees buckle underneath your weight. “Easy, I got you,” he hums, grabbing you by your waist before you could facepalm the tiled floor.

“Sorry,” you breathe out as you finally stand up straight.

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

You shower lazily, both of you taking your time, Harry keeps touching you under the stream, keeping physical contact with you at all times. He even wraps you in your robe when you’re finished.

“If it’s not too late… Do you want to have a drink with me at the bar?” he asks with a shy, but charming smile when he has put his swimming shorts back on, his robe hanging untied over his frame.

“I would need some time to recover,” you admit with a chuckle and it brings a smirk to his face.

“Alright, maybe next time.”

“Or… you could come over to my room and we can have that drink there,” you offer, his face lighting up right away.

“That sounds fantastic. Lead the way.”

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rogueddie · 1 year

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Eddie had thought that, like always, getting back from tour would be a fun affair. Ever since his and Steves little Robin started school, just three years ago, it had become a celebration. Steve and Robin always made sure he understood how they would always miss him so much that it hurt.

Still, he hadn't expected to find Robin sobbing. The distressed, lost look Steve gives him only makes it sting more.

"Baby, hey," Eddie says, voice hushed, practically joining her in Steves lap with how close he sits next to him. "Birdy?"

"She won't talk to me," Steve explains. "Its... she was so happy this morning."

Eddie turns his attention back to her. "Did something happen at school?"

She pulls back, suddenly. Eddie barely has time to notice that Steve's shoulder is left soaked with how much she'd been crying- she grabs Eddie's forearm tight, eyes wide.

"Are you and mama gonna get divorced?"

"I sure fucking hope not," Eddie says without thinking.

"Eddie!"

"What?"

"You sleep in different rooms," she sniffles, drawing their attention back to her. "And you always go away, dad, like... like, all the time."

"I go away for work. You know how much I hate leaving. I checked that pretty little calendar you made me, every single day. You two mean the world to me, sweetheart."

"You have separated bedrooms. Kyle said that only divorced parents do that!"

"Kyle," Steve says the name like it's a curse. "I swear, I'm going to cause mayhem if Carol doesn't get that brat to behave himself."

"Steve-"

"What? This is the fourth time he's said something that's upset our girl!"

"He's a dumb kid." Eddie pulls Robin off Steve's lap, into his arms. He sticks out his tongue when Steve tries to complain. "Do you wanna know why me and mama have separate rooms?"

Robin nods, looking more confused than distressed. She slaps his shoulder when he tries to walk ahead, making him wait for Steve to get up so she can hold his hand whilst Eddie carries her to Steve's room.

"Ok, birdy. How would you describe mamas room?"

She hesitated, looking around. "Pretty?"

"Exactly. So pretty, all these pastels and whites. Very bright and happy, right?" He waits for her to nod, before walking them across the hall and into his room. "Would you say my room is pretty?"

"No!" Her face scrunches up. "It's all dark and scary!"

"You wouldn't want to be in here too much, would you?"

"No! I only come in here if you and mama are. It's not nice or pretty."

"Mama wouldn't like being in here too long either, would he?"

She looks to Steve, understanding slowly dawning on her face. "Mama doesn't like your room either, he told me."

"Robin!"

Eddie laughs, loudly, bouncing her so she laughs. "I know, baby. But, you know, I don't like mamas room either. It's all so bright and I like this; dark and scary."

"We take turns," Steve adds. "We get our own space, but we never sleep alone. Not if we can help it."

She's quiet as she thinks about it. "Ok. I don't think I understand it yet but... that makes sense. I need to think about it."

"Is that my cue to put you down?"

"Yeah! We can party later, this is more important."

As soon as he puts her down, she darts off into her room.

Steve snorts at how hard she slams the door. "She's just like Robs."

"Maybe we should've named her after El."

"Maybe. She'd be a better role model."

"I'm telling Robin you said that."

"Go on, she'll agree with me. Why do you think she refuses to babysit anymore?"

"Ah, can't handle a taste of her own medicine."

Steve hums, finally stepping closer, arms curling around Eddie's waist. "I missed you."

"Missed you more, big boy."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #foundfamily #idk man

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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Any dad headcanons for the monster trio? (+ Law if you don’t mind)

(also love your writing btw!!)

A/N: I just seen a edit a while ago of Sanji being so good w kids n so I must— thank u btw!:) Imma add Cora because omg we need more writing with him:(

One Piece Men as Daddies (Fluff)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: None! Except the mommy (the reader) is kinda a menace.

Ft. Zoro, Luffy, Law, Sanji, Corazon

Sanji

Top 2 Best Dads and he ain’t number 2 fr

He spoils his kids more than you now I’m sorry :(

He doesn’t realize this and swears he loves you both equally

I can most definitely see him having a daughter as his first child and yes you and her are his Queen and Princess

His daughter is a simp just like his daddy

His daughter stresses him out so much because she loves drooling over every guy she sees omg

“STOP IT, SAMMIE!”

“Sweetheart she’s a baby she doesnt e—“

“ARE YOU STARING AT MY CHILD?!”

Sanji needs to throw all kinds of kicks when he is with his babygirl

God help him when she’s a teenager

He loves cuddling you both while watching Disney movies

He teaches his sweet girl the importance of how a man should treat her if she somehow gets one

“You can’t get married until you’re 25.”

“Sanji she’s just 3 right now.”

“Okay make it 30.”

Okay ngl when you were having the baby he made the mistake of looking down between your legs and the baby’s head was just barely peaking and he passed out.

He still has a bit of subtle nose bleeds when you were breast feeding too

He keeps mementos of every single thing his child has; drawings, fallen teeth, etc he keeps it in a box in his side of the closet

Due to his childhood he tends to worry he will turn into his biological father. He confided to you about this issue while you were pregnant and you nipped it in the bud and told him that he was and will never be like him and Zeff would be proud of the kinda man and future father he turned out to be

Both cried that night.

Also he is completely aware what happens to a woman’s body after pregnancy and will always remind you no matter how much your body changes he will still see you so beautiful.

He will be just like Zeff to his son. Teaching him the same way and all.

Zeff is the granddaddy btw. Sanji takes his kids to visit him often.

He usually takes the kid(s) off your hands for a day if he sees you feel stressed

100000000/10 daddy and yes he will be pumping more into you again if you’re up for it🤍

Luffy

Two Luffy’s running around in your home

Make it 3 because I can see him having twins

They stress you out sm.

“STOP PUTTING THE BABIES UP ON TOP OF THE SHELF ONE DAY THEY GONE SAY FUCK IT AND BUST THEY HEAD—“

“I GOT THEM Y/N!”

Man didn’t have a clue in the world how to be a daddy. So he went to Rayleigh panicking KSSHSJJSS

He’s a very chill parent so you have to be the stern one and it sucks sometimes

Yes the kids like daddy more than you

Almost every night when Luffy is home he puts the twins to bed with telling them of all the stories he had with you when he was young

“And I met your mommy on a different island! She didn’t like me at first but now she’s in love with me! Heheheeh!”

Kids have the same shishishi laugh as him cracks you up each time they do it in sync

You made the mistake of leaving the three of them at home as you went to go shopping and came back to a wrecked home and the three of them eating meat on the floor

He tells them about Ace a lot.

He actually named one of the twins after him

Encourages them to be what they want in life even if they want to be a pirate

Sabo is ofc the nice uncle that comes barring gifts

Sanji and Zoro are the Goddfathers

9/10 daddy that still is learning to be a daddy

Zoro

It’s canon this man is amazing with kids so off bat he’s top 3.

Since he has so much experience he was really good with handling the baby when he was first born

At least 17 times during the time yall son was a baby he tried nursing from Zoro and he hated it sm he couldn’t even take a nap shirtless with him

“STOP LAUGHING!”

“He Just Like me for real.”

“ENOUGH.”

The second the baby was able to walk he already wanted to train him into being a swordsman

“HES A BABY!”

“HE IS A GROWN MAN—!”

He will most definitely kill for you both

You annoyed him so much during your pregnancy because you wanted to leave the house but he didn’t want you getting hurt

You’ve caught him training with your baby son swaddled on his chest (like that one filler episode of him babysitting) and you nearly choked him out because wtf is he swinging around a sword so close to y’all baby.

He did gain some weight too during your pregnancy but immediately shredded off after you poked his belly

He loves his son but as he got older he started to have beef KSSHSHSISK

His son is a mamas boy and so whenever Zoro wants to have alone time with you it’s like he had a 6th sense and barged in ruining the moment

It’s so funny seeing them argue over who gets to cuddle you for the night

He plans to give your son one of his old swords when he gets older if he decides to be a swordsman

Luffy is the Goddfather and Sanji is ofc the cool uncle that comes to visit

100000/10 Zoro is a wonderful daddy

Law

He is the strict dad

You both had a daughter and she annoys him a lot just like you did when you both were dating

“Imma get tatted like you daddy.”

“You’re 13.”

“So?”

“NO—!”

He was the one to deliver y’all baby

The doctor side of him popped out when you were pregnant he never let u leave the bedroom. He even bathed you a lot which in turn have had him have sex with you in the tub

“Orgasms can help soothe you as you’re pregnant, y/n.”

“…the hell you read that at.”

He talks about Cora to you and your baby while you both were were sleep after pregnancy.

When your daughter turned 21 you and her convinced Law to get the same matching tattoo as him on her hand and even though he acted like he was against it he was ecstatic

He has scared off so many of your daughter’s boyfriends pls

He took off the head of one because he kept staring at YOUR boobs

Law likes to study with his baby girl on his lap.

You’ve walked in on him sleep on his chair with the baby cuddled on top

120/10 Law is an outstanding responsible daddy

Corazon (Rosinante)

TOP BEST DADDY SHUT UP HEAR ME OUT

Matching clothes

He’d have a daughter :( lil Rosie Aksbsjdksk

Yes he’s clumsy but he’d rather die than have you or his baby hurt

He didn’t stop smoking but he does only do it outside

You catch him doing stupid faces and stunts to make you’re daughter laugh when she’s sad and she eats it right tf up

Yes she is a daddy’s girl

He carries you both around with ease

If he notices you feeling insecure about your body post birth he’ll feel a tinge of guilt but smother you in kisses and appreciation about how he doesn’t care about how you look he still loves u sm

And if that doesn’t work he’ll just show you…naked…in the bed….

Sex he’ll show u with sex

Law is like the older brother and he may not act like it but he loves seeing Cora so happy with you and the baby

Scares tf outta you when he is outside throwing your 4 months old baby in the air tho

He uses some of his methods when he was raising Law to raise your baby

Gets so emotional when your daughter reaches out for him

“BABY LOOK AT OUR BABY SHE LOVES ME!”

“You’re her daddy, Cora of course she loves you.”

Just like Sanji saves every core memory he can of your baby daughter

Let’s her put on his makeup . It came out horribly but he proudly wore it the whole day

He needs to kiss you both before leaving or else he will have a terrible day

One time you and the baby surprised him with a cake just as a thank you for everything he has done for you and he fell off the chair crying

He cries a lot

Wants to have like 3 more babies with you

102$)43920292772200/10 best mf Daddy

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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hii! could I please request a daddy kink + "you can beg louder than that" dialogue w/ jotaro :')) and happy advanced bday!! 💕

YES OFC YOU CAN. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry. 😖 thank you babs!!

for doll’s bizarre birthday blurbs !!

cw : smut ( minors dni ), pussy spanking, begging, daddy!jotaro, lg!reader ( all characters are 18+ ), fingering, affectionate degradation

“F— fuck—“

it’s a breathless croak of submission and pleasure, uttered through your trembling lips because you simply couldn’t force your brain to form any coherent statement. why did Jotaro’s palm have to be so big? your sex fit completely against the rough skin of his hand, so when he brought it down, hard and fast, the slap stung every, single, vulnerable inch of slick flesh, teasing your swollen clit with pain and ecstasy in equal measure.

“Jota…”

“You stopped counting.”

you grip your ankles tighter; from this angle, you couldn’t see him. though, you could imagine his strong features chiseled into his usual scowl, even as his hungry ocean eyes devoured every section of your naked body, bent over and spread open for him. his other hand even grips one ass cheek, spreading you open as wide as your body will allow, leaving no protection for your poor, battered cunt.

“S—sorry…” you whimper.

“Sorry, what?”

“Sorry, daddy.”

that seems to placate him, although he presses his fingers to your core, rubbing between your folds slow and daunting, “Three more for swearing. Count them out for me, brat.”

the first one comes not even a second after he finishes his sentence, and catches you completely off guard. you yelp, flinching against the harsh sting and jump to your tippy toes, but his hand follows, rubbing the pain into you. “One…” you suck in a breath; the slap was harder than before— but Jotaro was nothing if not wicked in his punishments. you attempt to prepare for the second, but he hesitates, draws it out, taking his time to rub the previous spank away so it didn’t numb you to the second. and then, when you’d exhaled, allowed yourself to relax for a split moment, his palm makes fierce contact with your netherlips again. another weak cry, and your nails bite at your own ankles. “Two!”

Jotaro must have been impatient, watching the way you writhe and jiggle when his hand comes down, because he grunts in approval, stepping closer. pressing his body against yours, you can feel the massive, firm lump of his sex rubbing into your thigh through his pants, and he lets go of your ass— trading that for a grip on the nape of your neck. he used that to pull you up and back against his chest as the final swat to your cunt elicits a lusty yelp from your parted tiers. you crumble against his chest, rubbing the crown of your head into his sternum and squirm, craning your neck to peek up at his stoic countenance, he’s staring down at you, brows drawn close together. “T—three.” you purr, before pulling your lower lip in to your mouth to suck on it, batting your thick lashes.

“What’s that look for?” he barks, fingers dipping between your folds to pet at the swollen, stinging slick. you’d begun to smile, breathless, rubbing back into his sturdy form, and moaning. “You think I’m finished punishing you?”

you nod with an accompanying devious simper.

his fingers tease your entrance, and it clenches around air in anticipation, but he scoffs, “So annoying.” but he doesn’t sound all that mad— you’d been with him long enough to tell the difference. if anything, it was annoying him that you would ultimately get whatever you wanted out of him. “Maybe if you beg me pretty.”

“Please, daddy.” you croon, reaching behind to rub his throbbing erection against your palm. the hand on the back of your neck careens around to hook against your throat, pulling your head back to force you to stare up at him, and only him, his massive thumb tracing your lower lip. you take it between your teeth, eyelids fluttering in content, but you never break the eye contact, “Don’t punish me anymore. I’ll be a good girl just for you.”

“C’mon,” he groans, sounding taunting and bored, and hooks the tips of two, fat fingers inside you. you gasp, back arching, “You can beg louder than that. Like you mean it this time.”

you let out a loud, pathetic moan that boosts his ego, rubbing harder against his clothed cock. “Please, daddy! I don’t want to be punished anymore! Please, please just— just give it to me, already! I’ll be so, so, so good for you!” you wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking as your words slur, but he’s pumping those wicked fingers into you slow, torturously so. “I’ll be the best baby girl for my daddy so please, just bend me over and fuck me stupid!”

he smirks. Jotaro smirks, snorting a hmph through his flared nostrils. “I know you’re lying, brat. Being a good girl’s impossible for you, isn’t it?” he grumbles, but his hand moves yet again— pressing between himself and you, pushing into your shoulder blades to force you into a bend. you submit to it, grasping the outsides of your thighs when he hunches over you to whisper husky in your ear, “Luckily for you, breaking your bratty ass is one of my favorite activities. So, you want it? Then let’s see you take it.”

#jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jotaro x you #jotaro smut #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo x you #jotaro kujo smut #jjba smut #jjba x you #jjba x reader #jjba #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure smut #jojo’s bizarre adventure x you #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure

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alexa-fika · 5 months

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The Tale of Cats and Birds (Zoro x gn!Reader)

A/N: I really went back and forth with this one, I almost dropped it but I kept going and I think I COOKED, here is my first platonic!reader x character!

Dividers by @/saradika

“Again? Nami, you are definitely setting this pair buddy things up; how is it that I have been Zoro’s partner every single time we draw straws?” Reader sighs holding up the straw with the matching number said man was holding.

"Well, can you blame us? Zoro can’t find his way even if he is stuck in a straight line! So you are the perfect buddy system!”

“First of all, “us,” so all of you were in on it? Second of all, you have been pairing me with him all this time because of my homing instinct?!” They exclaim, their feathers ruffling up

“Yeah. We think he needs a buddy partner to navigate while he does the heavy lifting. I mean, just look at you and him! You two work like a well-oiled machine.” Nami explains.

“Im part Dove, not part compass,” they sigh

“Come on! You were born to be his buddy partner. If we didn’t put you two together, everyone would see just how incompetent he really is,” Sanji chimes in.

“Watch it, Curly eyebrows,” Zoro sneers

“Sure, Mr. Lost,” Sanji scoffs

“Shut up!”

“Okay! Okay! I think it’s time we head out! Off we go, Zoro!” reader quickly said, stepping in between them to dissolve the fight

“Hmph,” Zoro mutters. He then looks at you and rolls his eyes. It’s clear he is still ticked off, but he follows you down the ship’s gangway anyway.

They sighed, relieved that they had managed to avoid yet another fight between the two

As the two of you walk, you notice Zoro glaring at the clouds, his eyebrows furrowed together. He then lets out a deep sigh and grumbles to himself.

“You want to go take a nap? I saw a pretty tree close by.”

Zoro snorts.

“That sounds like a good idea…”

They grin

“You are like a cat, even got yourselves sharp claws like one,” they said, pointing at their swords

“You’re grumpy like one too.”

“Shut up…” Zoro grumbles, but he is unable to hide his slight blush at the thought. He follows you over to the tree and then sits down, resting his head against the trunk. The grass beneath him is soft and welcoming.

“You’re not denying it, though.” They giggle, fluttering to a branch above them and settling down, lying face down so they are able to stretch their wings and talk to the man below them

Zoro remains silent, unwilling to admit he sees a little truth in their words. He leans back against the tree, closing his eyes to enjoy the peace. The birds flying past him chirp happily, the sun warms his skin, and the soft grass underneath him is comforting. After a few minutes of relaxing, Zoro finally lets out a deep sigh.

“Oi, bird, catch.”

“Hmm?” They squeak as Zoro throws a small bag their way, scrambling to catch it and flapping their wings to maintain their balance on the branch they laid on.

Zoro chuckles as you hurry to catch the bag. Once you catch it, you unravel it and find it’s filled with sunflower seeds.

“You got me my favorite?!” They cheer

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your feathers fluffed,” he replies, though he can’t entirely hide his amusement.

“Zoro… you really are like a cat. You act grumpy, but you’re really a softy, aren’t you?”

He grunts, but he can’t really disguise the redness on his cheeks.

“Yeah yeah, just eat your damn seeds…” he mumbles.

They grin, plopping a few in their mouth

“Thank you, Zoro.”

I have wanted to experiment with different hybrid readers or reader of different species, listen guys I did a roulette I swear I din’t mean for all of my current hybrid!readers to be birds XD.

Taglist

@imaginarydreams

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece fluff #one piece imagine #roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #op zoro #with: zoro #ronoroa zoro

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originallandlockedmariner · 12 days

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I’m nothing special.

I’m just flawed and weak as the next person. I let my emotions get the best of me at times. I’m not perfect. I read old messages looking for clues. I listen to old playlists of sad songs when I’m sad. I swear too much. Drink too much. I can be selfish and impatient. I’m a sarcastic asshole for alarmingly long periods of the day. I regret choices I’ve made, words I’ve said in anger, people I’ve let down. I’m no role model. Wow, there’s an understatement. But every day I own my shit. I’m accountable and humble. Every day, I try to just be a little bit better than yesterday. Becoming who you are is a life long journey, baby step after setback after stumble after lesson learned. Forever forward. Green and growing as they say.

I wake up and look at those four framed sentences. “Be impeccable with your word. Don’t take anything personally. Don’t make assumptions. Always do your best.” Simple and yet powerful.

Every day, I’m trying to see things differently. Gain perspective. Embrace not taking every single thing personally. Getting cut off in traffic, not personal. Waiting forever in line for coffee, not personal. It is an uphill climb getting comfortable with the concept that nothing others’ do is directly because of you or to upset you. People do what they do because of themselves. That’s it. Even when they treat you awfully or take you for granted, it has more to do with what’s going on with them than you. *insert lecture about Attribution Error.

As for assumptions, I kinda have a PhD in that field. Never met a situation, never had a conversation, never waited for a text, that I couldn’t attach an assumption to. Assumptions are generally born from misunderstanding and a fear of asking questions. Fear of what might be said. We lack courage to inquire so instead we stand back and fill the void with the worst. Draw from our past pain and create a narrative. I’m trying to break that cycle. Ask more questions. Communicate. Be clear and upfront. I can no longer assume others know what I mean or want and then get upset when they don’t act accordingly. It’s unfair to them and only serves to hurt me in the process.

I’m making integrity part of my daily practice. Speaking with integrity. Actions with integrity. And above all, avoiding the trappings of believing my own landslide of bullshit, being my own worst enemy, and justifying every blunder. Be better. Sidestep gossip and small talk. Apologize when you hurt someone. Accept that you’ll be wrong sometimes. Or in my case, a lot. Do what you say you’ll do. Character isn’t built upon what you said you’d do, but what you rolled up your sleeves and actually did.

As for always doing my best, I’m still figuring out what that animal looks like. I strive to be helpful, but sometimes when you’re always available, they take you for granted, not because they are selfish or unkind, but because they think you’ll always stay. Let them miss you for a while. This goes against everything I am but makes sense. I’ve also learned that there is no shame in being broken and anxious and sad. Be whatever you are right now. No need to make excuses or try to minimize the hurt, deny the confusion. You cannot learn about yourself if at first you aren’t frustrated and confused, the hard questions are born from this. You cannot heal without first being damaged. So be broken and anxious and sad. Cope however you need to; as long as you need to, for there is no instruction manual for this, we all make it up as we go along. Day by day and more often, minute by minute. So as for my best, I guess it is just knowing that when I put my head on the pillow, I gave all that I could, was kinder than I needed to be, inspired a few, and made sure the garage door is closed.

I’m nothing special. But I didn’t lose my shit on the drive into work, didn’t assume sporadic texts were anything but a busy day, and a couple people told me that they are grateful for me - so I’m gonna just go ahead and chalk today up as a win.

@originallandlockedmariner

#me #my words

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godsmenusuperbowl · 10 months

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Shared Experiences ~ *Felix Lee*

Summary: Every so often, Felix can experience the same feeling as his soulmate. As much as he’d love to meet them, he knows it’s pretty much impossible. That is until he meets Stray Kids’s new stylist. What is it about you that draws him to you…?

Pairing: Felix Lee X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1851

Warning: soulmate AU

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @imagine-a-life-like-this @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: The ending is a bit rushed. And for that I apologize.

A/N 2: Part 2 to this oneshot can be found here.

Every so often, you swear you could smell brownies. Sometimes, if you concentrated hard enough, you could hear the music he was listening to faintly, as if someone was playing it quietly in the other room. There were times during the day you felt complete exhaustion with a dash of exhilaration, like you just finished a strenuous workout.

All of these odd little moments throughout your day were all signs of your soulmate.

You’ve never met, but you knew from those experiences that they seemed lovely. You wanted to meet your soulmate ever since you were little. But growing up, you let such a childish fantasy slip away for more practical pursuits. In other words, school and work and real friendships came before a person you didn’t know. Despite your maturing, you never did forget your soulmate and the experiences you shared every single day.

Sometimes, when you were alone, often before going to sleep, you wondered what your soulmate experienced from your life. Did they feel the joy you felt when you hung out with your friends? Did they hear that new song from your favorite band that you’ve been listening to on repeat? Did they taste the spicy dish you couldn’t get enough of for dinner? These kinds of questions made you endlessly curious, and you kept them all to yourself.

As curious as you were about your soulmate, you weren’t going around trying to find them. They could be all the way on the other side of the world. They could be a horrible person or uninterested in finding romance. For now, your curiosity was just that: simple curiosity. Not a reason to jump on the next plane to somewhere, in hopes of finding something that probably wasn’t there. Everything was just fine just the way it was and you were going to keep it that way.

For Felix, things weren’t just fine.

He was dying to meet his soulmate. Ever since the first shared experience, tasting homemade cookies, he has been obsessed with his soulmate. Were they kind and passionate? Were they snarky and mean? Were they quiet and skittish? He needed to know everything! If he could, he would jump on the next plane to somewhere just to find what he’s been looking for all his life.

“Felix!”

The poor boy snapped out of his daze. “Huh, what?”

Hyunjin started laughing along with Seungmin. “You’re in your own little world again.”

“Ah, sorry.” He blushed, his hair flopping in front of his face.

“Were you thinking about them again?” Minho asked, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

He didn’t say anything, instead covering his face with his hands. He wanted to say so what? It’s hard not to think about them when he could sense them in every moment of his life. They were always there, lingering in the back of his mind. And though he would never admit it, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“C’mon guys, give him a break.” Chris slung an arm over his shoulder. “Just because you guys can ignore your soulmate marks, doesn’t mean Felix can.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes and Hyunjin subconsciously touched the lock of hair that looked different from the rest of his hair. Minho’s hand even lightly touched his wrist, where the concealer he put on to cover the black mark was starting to flake off.

Out of all of Stray Kids, Chris was the only one who didn’t have his mark anymore, the timer on his wrist a faded zero. Jeongin swore he was close to meeting his soulmate once when he was younger, but everyone called his bluff. Felix would never tell him but he was envious of Chris. He was lucky to have met his soulmate and was hopelessly in love and devoted to them. What Felix wouldn’t give to have that same kind of love for himself. If only he could find them. But he was too busy to go looking for them.

A knock at the door stopped them all. In came the stylists, with the head stylist bowing respectfully at front.

“Excuse us. Are you ready?”

Minho nodded. “Yes, we’re ready when you are.”

“Excellent. Oh, and I would like to introduce you to the newest member of the style team, Y/n L/n.”

Felix glanced at the new higher and felt his cheeks warm at the sight. You were beautiful. Absolutely stunning. But besides how beautiful you looked, there was a thought, a feeling in the back of his mind that there was more to you then you let on. Something that made him feel like you two were going to be close. He had never felt such a feeling before. He wasn’t sure if he should ignore it or pursue it.

“Felix?”

He snapped out of his thoughts as the head stylist smiled brightly at him. “Pardon me. But I was wondering if it was alright if Y/n helped you with your makeup today?”

Not trusting his voice, which he was sure would come out far breathier than he’d want, he nodded. The head stylist nodded, smiling brightly. She gestured for you to begin before helping Hyunjiin hide the lock of hair that didn’t match the rest of his hair.

You smiled and his breath caught in his throat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Felix. I hope I do a good job for you today.”

He nodded. “I’m sure you will.”

Your smile brightened and he felt his heart skip a beat. You were truly a vision and you seemed very kind. He wanted to talk to you, wanted to learn everything he could about you, but his words were caught in his throat. It was like your very presence overwhelmed him in a good way. While he felt dumb for not being able to speak to you, he also felt truly at peace with you gently applying his makeup. It was a nice feeling.

Felix watched as you carefully chose what to use and the look you wanted to give him. You seemed to give special attention to what products you chose, as if one wrong move would ruin the whole thing. But he would let you apply, take off, and apply makeup on him over and over again if it meant he could just be next to you. Everything you did was mesmerizing and he couldn’t get enough of it. These thoughts and feelings surprised him with their intensity, but it wasn’t unwelcome. He couldn’t stop the small smile on his lips during the whole process.

“I hope you don’t mind if I’m light on foundation.” You mumbled. “I think your freckles are lovely and I’d hate to cover them up.”

Again his heart was doing tricks in his chest. He nodded, “Alright. Thank you.”

Your smile turned shy. “You’re very welcome.”

The rest of the time passed in quiet contentment. It didn’t bother him that much, even though he really wanted to speak with you. However, he would rather your first moments together be comfortable just like this. It was nice.

Of course when the two of you were done and you moved on to help finish Jeongin’s makeup, Chris nudged his shoulder.

“What was that all about?”

“What was what about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” He nodded in your direction. “You were practically giving them puppy dog eyes the whole time they did your makeup. So I ask again: what was that all about?”

He shook his head, letting his hair slip in front of his face a little. “It was nothing. I was just making sure they did a good job.”

“Oh yeah sure.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you think they could be your soulmate?”

Felix felt his brain jolt and restart at the question. “Dude, shut up! Whether or not they’re my soulmate is irrelevant. They were just doing their job, that’s it. Besides, there would be no way of knowing for sure if they were my soulmate or not.”

Chris shrugged. “Whatever you say, my friend. All I’m saying is, if I were you, I would try talking to them. It seemed like they liked you as well.”

Glancing back at you, finishing up Jeongin’s makeup, he sighed. Was Chris right? Did you really like him as much as he did? Did you want to be around him all the time and learn everything about him? Did being apart ache like no other? Were you his soulmate?

He knew there was no way of knowing, at least not without sounding crazy. He couldn’t just go up to you and ask if you shared any of the same experiences he did throughout his entire life. But even if you weren’t, did he have to end up with the one he was supposed to be with? He’s heard of soulmates who didn’t get along or just stayed friends. All he knew was he wanted to talk to you again, whether you were his soulmate or not.

There was another knock at the door and a stagehand poked his head in. “Five minutes till showtime, Stray Kids.”

They thanked him and all eight boys rushed around for last minute details. Seungmin was putting in his contact lenses that made his eyes the same color and Minho was applying more foundation to the black mark. Changbin adjusted his skin tone compression shirt, just in case his soulmate started writing all over his arms in the middle of performance again.

You added the last bit of makeup on Jeongin before allowing him to grab his in-ear piece. Now that you had a moment to yourself, Felix touched your shoulder, causing you to flinch. He brushed off the feeling of surprise as it felt like a cold breeze hit his back.

“Can I speak to you after our performance?”

You nodded. “Of course. I’ll wait for you.”

He ignored the flipping of his stomach at your words. Instead, he lined up with the rest of Stray Kids and followed them to the stage. Taking a deep breath, he joined them on stage to the cheers of their fans. He smiled brightly and waved to all the Stay, throwing a few hearts their way. A sense of completeness and satisfaction filled him as he got into place. This was where he belonged. This is who he is. He is Felix Lee of Stray Kids, and he was born to perform.

As the song began and he started to dance, his usual sense of excitement and fun was replaced with something else: surprise. He faltered for only a second, trying to figure out the source of this new feeling. He glanced around the audience before looking to the sides of the stage.

That’s when he locked eyes with you and understood.

You were feeling surprised. You must have felt his mood when he was in performance mode. You must have felt a lot more than just that.

But besides all of that, Felix knew Chris was right all along. You were his soulmate.

And he couldn’t wait to talk to you after the show.

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sorenphelps · 5 months

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All the artwork I made for the fanfic Crazy Ex-Boyfriend by @amethystheart2421 for this year's @rsbigbang!

It was a wild run, we got paired up quite late due to our original pairs dropping out of the Bang, and even though it was already December and time was running thin, I decided to make this whole deal a way bigger challenge than it supposed to be... So I ended up drawing all 7 fantasy sequences, trying to mimic a different style for all of them, and finishing both versions of the banners I had in mind. I know, I know, but I swear even I wasn't aware that I am such an overachiever either!

Also, I usually like to hide little details as easter eggs on all of my artwork, so naturally this was the case with these too. I'm gonna list them one by one, also share a little story about each piece, sort of like a "directors cut werk", just so we stick to the screenplay motif. The numbers in brackets lists the order in which I drew the pictures.

The banners (1.,9.): I haven't watched Crazy Ex-Girlfriend the show, so I really had no idea about this whole thing, hence my initial idea of re-drawing one of the official promo posters of the show as the banner. But then Nicole shared the first scene with me when we got paired up, and also told me that her original artist wanted to draw the stargazing scene, which I also really liked. I sketched out both versions to see which one would look better, and also to warm up a bit for this version of the characters. (Nicole also shared some faceclaims, so except Sirius' and Lily's design, I tried to stick to her vision as much as I could.) The Netflix poster was considered the final one for quite a while. The stargazing banner was the last piece of artwork I finished, which I also edited to be used as Chapter dividers. I liked the idea so much I actually referenced the starry sky on the other pictures too. On the Netflix banner, Remus' socks and Sirius' suit handkerchief (how do you call those things in English, gahh) both have the starry pattern.

The western (3.): By this time it was decided that I'd do all fantasy sequences in a different art style, but I couldn't really come up with any specific style which could have fit the western vibes, so the characters are drawn in my own usual style, only the colouring is different. I tried to go for a sepia effect, without using a filter, I think I could pull it off well enough. I was considering to draw Sirius as a Native American for this, because I just don't see him as Caucasian in general, and also, Black Dog sounds like a badly translated indigenous name... But I discarded this idea for the sake of "historical accuracy" (and to save time, haha), as I think they wouldn't visit a saloon this way. I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' handkerchief and... scarf? (I really should learn how certain textil items are called in English...) There is a wanted poster in the background with Voldy. And I swear I didn't mean to draw Remus looking this horny, it just kinda happened by accident! He is sure VERY fascinated by Sirius'... pistol.😜

The Star Trek (6.): My original idea was to draw like usual and just add so many lensflares to the picture that it's not visible if I copied another style or not. But in the meantime I started to watch Star Trek: Strange New Worlds with my bf and also found out that there is a new cartoon too, so it was then settled. This style is very different from my own, but it was so much fun! It was weird not to draw every single strand of hair in excruciating detail, actually that was the hardest part, haha! I struggled a bit with the placement of the lensflares too, the first version had too many and too bright, it had a disco vibe rather than a spaceship. I wanted to add easter eggs to the background screen, but I was running out of time, so there's only one light blue star similar on the screen! Also now I know that the uniform colors are not really consistent in Star Trek, and Remus’ might have had to be gold as Captain…🤷🏻‍♀️

The Disney (2.): This one sparked the first idea in my head after I read all fantasy scenes Nicole kindly shared with me. When I first sketched this, I still had no idea that I will end up drawing for every chapter and the style copying was not settled either. It started with this piece, I had the vision of the wolf chasing scene from Beauty and the Beast, and we were discussing whether it's plausible to collect berries during the winter or not... I've tried to make the final piece look as classic Disney as I can, and since I could pull it off, it was not a question anymore whether I'd try to do this with other styles for the other scenes. Retrospectively, this one was the easiest to make, apparently my usual style is not that far from Disney (I grew up watching those movies, so it's not a surprise), but I had to really focus on drawing the animals, it's been ages since I last drew any! (The trick is to give them eyebrows, and bam, it's Disney style!) Sirius' armour, clothes and sword has the star, and I also designed his own "crest" with the black dog and a star on his shoulder plate. The whole concept of the picture is Sirius' side being very bright coloured, while Remus' with the scary wolves in the background being very dark. This might have worked better if it was not set in the winter, but I wanted to stick to the Beauty and the Beast vision I had.

The Comicbook (4.): I was very excited for this one, I really like the looks of the old Batman the animated series, and the way some of his comics are drawn. It's such a unique style, I really like the simple shapes and bold contrasts. Well, it turned out I am very bad at this! I struggled quite a bit trying to capture what I had in mind, but I couldn't even come close to it... So I kinda cheated a bit because I just traced the lineart directly from the reference pictures of Batman comic books I found online. I tried to make Remus less buff, but it looked very weird, so I let him keep his muscular Batman body instead. I drew the wolf mask and the whole Sirius panel, and the coloring went smoothly after I finalized the lineart, even though I only realized that I switched the colour schemes of Remus' superhero outfit when I looked up the quotes for the comic panels, oops. Overall I like how it looks, but I am not that proud of it as I had to "cheat".

The Hobbit (5.): I've probably spent the most time with this one! I actually really like Martin Freeman as an older Remus FC, so I was quite excited to do this piece. My original idea was to mimic John Howe's style, as he is the Tolkien illustrator god, but his level of skill and mine are very very far from each other... and as I struggled a lot with the Batman piece, I felt like going for a smaller challenge. That's why I decided to have a go at Alphonse Mucha's art nouveau style. Turned out it was the worst possible idea! 🤣 The whole point of art nouveau is depicting attractive ladies in an ethereal way... But if you switch the ladies with a fat hobbit, the vibe def won't be the same! The first version just looks so extremely absurd, it's both awful and hilarious. By the time I could fix the pose so it wouldn't look as ridiculous, the final style looked nothing like art nouveau... I still have no idea what style it is now, not my own or any of the ones I tried to capture, that's for sure. I considered adding the star pattern to that tablecloth, but I decided that the lupin flowers in the foreground and the whomping willow-like tree are enough reference for this pic! I like how it turned out in the end tho, I think I could do justice for the watercolor-looking coloring technique, and the end result looks a bit like a fancier version of old children's book illustrations... Which is essentially what The Hobbit is, so it all sorted itself out by the end.

The Anime (7.): I like anime (I'm a little picky about them tho), so it was not a question that I would give this style a try! I am a huge fan of cyberpunk (the genre), so initially wanted to do that, I'm such a slut for Ghost in the Shell and I really like the aesthetics of the Akira posters, but after reading the actual scene, it was not really fitting. So I saved the cyberpunk AU for later, and went for the post-apocalyptic vibe instead. Obviously anime had a great influence on my art style, so similar to the Disney one, it was not that much of a challenge to mimic it. However I'm not that good at drawing backgrounds, and oh boy, I really made myself get over this obstacle with this series of pictures! Also as I was more comfortable with this piece, I actually added the starry sky pattern from the beginning to the scarf/blanket Remus has on this picture!

The Sitcom (8.): The original idea was to copy Hanna Barbera's old family cartoons' style, but as my deadline was very close and after reading the scene I realized that it will have a shitton of characters, I quickly abandoned my original plan. So this one is drawn in my own style, sort of, the designs of the characters are more aligned with Nicole's vision (sans Sirius, Lily, and partly Peter). The hardest part was definitely to figure out how I could fit 10 characters into one picture, let alone sitting in a living room! Also, I had to actually draw the living room too, considering perspective and scaling... Something I am not that good at. In the end the coffee table is maybe a little too big, but I needed that to hide the legs of the characters sitting on the sofa, haha! Also, the sofa is the Millennial Dark Green Velvet Sofa, because I also want to have one and it really emphasizes the general existential dread! (Just kidding.) Also also, I just realized that I have no idea how to eat tacos without making a mess (they are not that popular where I live). I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' shirt, and gave a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt to Peter, as he is talking about that in the scene. I wanted to squeeze in further references to the newspaper Remus is holding, but it was too tiny. The star from Knight Sirius' armour is in the background on the bookshelf. Also that globe just makes no sense but I had no better idea how to fill the empty space 😅. Molly is holding a mug with "BEST MOM" written on it, and I intentionally made Marlene's eye colour the same as Remus', who btw should have worn a bathrobe according to the original scene, but it was too late to fix that by the time I realized it. All in all, I am quite satisfied with how it turned out, it has the necessary sitcom vibes. And it is kinda a record for me in terms of number of characters drawn (the most was 12, but that one has no background, so I'd call it a tie!)!! I am very proud of myself for pulling this piece off, it really is the achievement of the year!

TLDR; (I mean really, my rambling is just too long!) I am happy that I was paired up with Nicole, working with her was such a creative process! My absolute favourite thing to do is work on AUs, and she has provided me with the opportunity to do so, I am grateful! It was truly a pleasure to participate in this (even if it's not that clear from all the complaining I just had above, haha)! If you ask me nicely I might show you the cursed first version of the hobbit picture!

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.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ ... PRE-RELEASE SINGLE - DRAMA!

DRAMA is one of two pre-release singles for VENUS' fourth full studio album. DRAMA will be promoted for TWO WEEKS until the next single is released.

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ ... MUSIC VIDEO AESTHETICS.

The DRAMA music video received 45 MILLION VIEWS in 24 hours and would remain number one on the Youtube trending page for 6 days. The video follows the girls through a technicolored cyberspace as they fight against a virus only known as "DRAMA" which is depicted as a dark and rapid-moving shadow.

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ ... DRAMA LINE DISTRIBUTION.

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ … BAEBI = 28.20 SECONDS

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ … BLISS = 19.26 SECONDS

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ … CHLOE = 49.15 SECONDS

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ … SENA = 17.29 SECONDS

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ … JIAH = 38.12 SECONDS

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ ... PROMOTIONAL HIGHLIGHTS.

The girls were promoting DRAMA consistently for two weeks. For a solid two weeks, the girls were at music shows or other schedules promoting their upcoming album, which they revealed the name of at the end of their promotional period for DRAMA.

The album is called "VENUS VICTRIX" and will have 11 tracks. The creative direction for the album will be handled by long-time VENUS creative director Adrian Reyes. This differs from their last comeback, Burn The Witch, which was fully controlled by Venus themselves. While on Knowing Brothers, Chloe admits the girls experienced a lot of stress from handling all aspects of the album. "It was too much. We would be up until 5 AM almost every night trying to get everything to work, and we agreed that for this album, we want more rest!" which earned laughs from the hosts and from fans alike.

During an episode of "Visting Venus," they had Adrian come on to explain the lore of the album to them in a classroom-like setting with the girls at desks and him at a chalkboard, pointing with a stick and aggressively writing with a red piece of chalk.

"It's basically, like, Venus' Victory. The girls are trapped in a harsh cyber world but manage to break out and transform the landscape into something habitable," Adrian would explain, drawing a loosely thrown-together professor-esque outfit and round specs. Klara, drawing a school uniform and thick-rimmed classes, would raise her hand. "And how will we break out from this world?" "Easy," Adrian starts, pulling down a projector screen that has three big words on it in comic sans font, "Dance, music, and friendship."

The video was a massive hit with fans and had them on the edge of their seats waiting for the album's release.

Though they gave it their all at every performance, it was clear the girls were tired and being overworked. In most vlogs, you'd often see members sleeping on one another during their breaks at music shows or expressing how sore they were from all the performing they were doing. The Venus members, with the exception of Klara, would assure fans they were fine and liked working especially. Klara, however, would go on to post a singular mirror selfie of herself at 3 AM on her Instagram story with the caption, "just got back. can't wait for my powernap before i have to go back lol" but the story was quickly deleted and followed by a video of the maknae laughing and apologizing.

"That was meant for my close friend. My bad, my bad! Stop worrying. I'm just complaining! I swear to God if y'all mass email Flowerbank I'll have a tantrum. Don't worry about me!"

While this moment went viral on stan Twitter, constellations couldn't help but to worry for the girls. However, their worries were seemingly quelled once they got another stage of DRAMA to entertain them.

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ ... LOOK BOOK.

.ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ … LEFT 2 RIGHT: BLISS, BAEBI, CHLOE, SENA, AND JIAH

The girls wore wigs during their promotions, concealing their actual hair colors. While sometimes the wigs looked natural, especially Sena and Jiah's, there were times when the wigs looked straight from Party City. Due to their status in the industry, people called this style choice "camp" and praised them for it.

YOU CAN GET YOUR DRAMA PHOTOCARDS HERE!

#╰ * venus : discography ⧽ burn it to the ground .#ficnetfairy #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #kpop fanfic #idol oc #kpop oc #fake kpop oc #kpop au #idol au #kpop addition #idolverse #oc girl group #bts addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #oc kpop group #stray kids addition

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Titans x Male reader

Dick: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Kory: Okay, but what is updog?

Rachel : Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Gar: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Jason: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

M/N: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Dick: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Gar: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Rachel : No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Kory: What’s a henway??

Dick: Oh, about five pounds.

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Dick: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Kory: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Rachel : Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Kory, learn to listen.

Gar: What if it bites itself and I die?

Jason: That’s voodoo.

M/N: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Kory: That’s correlation, not causation.

Gar: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Jason: That’s kinky.

Dick: Oh my God.

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Dick: I CAN'T DO IT!

Kory, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Dick: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Rachel, saw them walking in: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Dick:

Dick: I appreciate it,

Dick: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Gar, was the man in the chair: Dick-

Dick: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Gar: Dick we gotta-

Dick: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Dick: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Dick, motioning to M/N and Jason covered in blood, standing in his room’s doorway like the shinning twins: NOT FUCKING THIS

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*Jason is cooking*

M/N: Any chance that’s for me?

Jason: It’s for Gar. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Kory, preparing the med bay: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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M/N: I just ended a two year relationship.

Jason: Oh, fuck. You good?

M/N: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Gar and Rachel fighting from across the room*

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Jason: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Gar: They do.

M/N: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Jason: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

Gar: You were flirting with M/N.

Jason: So what? He’s my boyfriend .

Gar: You asked him if he was single.

Jason:

Gar: And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.

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Jason: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

M/N: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal.

Gar: DICK!!! M/N AND JASON ARE BEING WEIRD AGAIN

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Gar, trying a new recipie: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Jason, being a bastard: We got spring water

Gar: NO.

M/N, bastard^2 : with EXTRA minerals

Jason: it's like licking a stalagmite

Gar: DON'T COME HOME.

M/N: Mmmmm cave water

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Gar: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY-

M/N: Awwww, you're so adorable! Give me a hug~

Gar: Wh- What? NO, YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH-

Jason, recording: This is so cute.

GUYS!! I just rewatched Titans after a yearrrr and I swear to god idk why Gar is so underrated. He has such a great character arc and he is absolutely HILARIOUS. also I just realised he became like all the male role models he had in his life, like when he used to live with the Doom Patrol, Larry and Cliff were the primary caretakers, they would make the food and give emotional support and then Dick, he was basically a dad to him and Rachel

#dc #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dick grayson #x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #garfield logan #beast boy #rachel roth #koriand'r #hbo titans #titans x reader

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