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sakasinterlude · 2 months

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passionfruit | ruben dias x fem!reader

its summer vacation and you and ruben share some quality time on a yacht.

nsfw 18+, contains smut, ends with fluff!

a/n: i wrote this a while ago and decided it deserved to be read by someone other than me, so enjoy. definitely not a city fan, but ruben is just so sexy.

“I think this is my favourite place.”

“You love Greece that much?”

“No, I meant in your arms.” You give Ruben a playful shove of the shoulder as the soft bounces of the waves below keep you distracted.

It was another warm afternoon on what felt like a never-ending vacation with your boyfriend Ruben. Everyday consisted of beautiful views, delicious meals, and the warm company of your partner. The mornings blended into nights, as you had lost track of the days you had spent away from home, using blissful orgasms as the only unit of measurements. Twelve, not that you were complaining.

You reach for the fresh fruit cut up in a small bowl to the right. You take a big bite, savouring the sweet juice of the mango, a soft hum leaves your lips.

“Here.” Offering the other half to Ruben whose eyes stay closed lying beside you, still covered by his sunglasses. He absent-mindedly opens his mouth accepting your offering, not without playfully nipping at the tips of your fingers.

“So sweet.” He mummers, pulling your leg closer across his body, drawing random shapes on the hamstring of your leg. You two had been intertwined like this for so long you almost forget where he begins and you start, with your hand wandering from his wet locks to broad strong shoulders to his tan waist.

You prop yourself up on your elbow so now you are on your side facing Ruben, leg still over his waist.

“What will we do when we go home?” You ask into the wind, letting the Mediterranean air roam through your damp hair, lightly stroking his jaw with your free hand.

“What are you talking about? This is home.”

A cheeky smirk adorns his lips as his arms wrap tighter around your waist. You can just barely see the crinkles on the corner of his eyes, assumed by his own joke.

“Don’t stress minha querida, (my dear) I just want to enjoy the last moments of peace we have before everything gets crazy again.” You know all too well the hectic schedule of your shared life back in Manchester. A mixture of stolen kisses in the morning as you depart for work well before he even wakes up, catching up over lunch where your eyes dart between his facetime call and your latest work assignment, to late night baths together where you both are too exhausted to speak, just soft hands running over the others limbs. It was difficult to find any uninterrupted time together back home.

“Your right.” You sigh bringing you bodies impossibly close.

“I am. Now it’s been way too long since I’ve made you cum.” With that his quick fingers are already pulling at your bikini strings, making their way between your legs.

If Ruben was anything as a lover, it was a tease. He loved having you on a string, bringing you oh so close to the edge, just to yank you right back with a devious smirk. And of course, despite all the love making done this trip he still never got sick of this cat and mouse game.

His mouth plays connect the dots, finding all the little nips and love marks he made previously. The sensation gives you chills in the best way, you swear you can feel it in your toes. His hands stay busy not even entering you yet, just playing with the wetness surrounding your lower lips.

“So needy aren’t you? Just dying for my fingers I’m sure.” The feeling is so sweet you can barely speak just letting out the softest yes in reply.

“Here, its your turn for a taste.” His face is so close to yours as he removes his fingers to run them along your bottom lip. With two soft taps your mouth is open, accepting his two fingers covered in a sinful mix of both of your cum, and the fruit from earlier that day.

“You love that shit, huh gato?” (sexy)Ruben was also cocky, very cocky. He knew exactly what buttons to push, using the sweet nickname that was reserved only for the most intimate moments. You close your eyes and hum, relishing in his slender fingers, sliding digit by digit into your mouth.

With little hesitation, Ruben removes his fingers sharply, making their way down under. He curls in his finger, just one at first, before rolling it out slowly, so you can feel every curve, intentionally done to manifest the most pleasure. Again, repeatedly with an additional finger, in and out, sinfully, painfully good. You hid your face within his shoulder.

“C’mon, let me see that face.” He pushes even deeper, how you are not even sure. “Let me hear that sweet voice.”

You let out a loud and long moan into the open air around you. You and Ruben often engage in shameless sex, not caring for the cries and whines created, just the pure pleasure produced. Memories of rushed moments in the bathroom of dinners, handsy uber rides, and banging neighbors in hotel rooms bring a smile to your face. This was probably the most ideal setting for the two of you to be wrapped up with each other, not a soul as far as the eye can see, nothing but endless blue water meeting endless blue skies.

Your high creeps up quickly as all you can think you is “how can he make me feel this good?”. The want and need to finish forces your legs shut, the sensation is just so strong.

Ruben’s strength quickly forces your legs flat and flush with the flimsy mattress below you, spreading your legs wide.

“I’m close, really close.” You barely have the power to say the words. Ruben removes his fingers, not for long as he moves to play with your clit. Your mouth gapes open, looking between his messy fingers at work, and his big smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He places all four fingers over your bud, rubbing back and forth easily thanks to your cum. You grab at his tan veiny forearm, not to stop him, just to feel his sharp movements, wrapping yourself around his arm. You can’t take it anymore, tossing your head back, arching your back, finally cumming.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He chants right up against your ear, his words muffled and merged together into incoherent nonsense. You whine and cry, twist and curl, all while Rubens hands stay overstimulating you completely.

“Good girl, yes gato, your good, so so good.” His hand now out from your legs and wrapped around your head, pushing your damp hair away from your face, pressing kisses and sweet words into your skin.

You look up at his soft brown eyes, they have a sparkle to them almost, maybe from the sex, maybe from the sun, but regardless you can’t look away, only pulling your face close to his. You bring your nose right up to his, maintaining eye contact, rubbing yours against his, a silent thank you of sorts. You two had many non-verbal forms of communicating, this being one of them. Ruben lets out a sigh, coupled with a dopey smile.

“There is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.” He says sincerely, looking deep into your eyes. Eyes he’s met before hundreds of times, eyes he could write pages on the exact hues and undertones they possess. You blush deeply, bringing your hand to brush at his beard.

“I feel the same way, amour.” (love) His turn now to mimic your same blushing cheeks. “But please let me put my bottoms back on before the crew comes looking for us.”

He laughs, untangling his arms from around your body. The thought of the outside world not even crossing his mind in this moment of bliss.

#my writing #football imagine #football x reader #ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader

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bbyblair · 8 months

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small touches, pink cheeks.

charles leclerc x f!reader

pt.2!

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a/n: this is the first fic i’ve ever written so please excuse any mistakes or errors in my writing! Any tips are welcomed and very appreciated. hope you guys enjoy this! let me know if anyone would like a part two. <3

summary: the start of the 2023 season, Bahrain in early march. you'd recently joined the sky team, working as a news reporter and interviewer for your beloved sport.it's your first week and a mix of nerves and anticipation swirl together in your stomach. you're giddy to finally meet who you’d be working with for the next few months… but what happens when an instant connection sparks up between the new girl and Ferrari's golden boy?

warnings: light cursing, kind of angst? idk. sort of enemies to lovers? reader is annoyed at Charles :(

word count: 1.8k

thursday, march 2nd 2023.

a small breeze creeps through your window and goosebumps arise on your skin. you can hear your alarm angrily blaring on your phone, but you hadn't woken up yet fully and your brain was still in a haze. suddenly your eyes snap open as you realise what day it is. it's race week and you should be heading off to the airport in around three hours, shit.

you sigh the same dramatic sigh you had been doing since you were a little girl and roll your eyes. contemplating whether or not to risk another five minutes of blissful sleep. luckily you come to your senses before making that grave mistake. your feet pad lightly across your bedroom floor and into the bathroom, you pause and look around your room realising that from now on you're going to be on the move for a solid 6 months. it's worth it though, this career you had been working toward since you were in high school, and you're proud of yourself to have finally got here.

the cool shower water finished off the job of waking you up and after spending a little too much time getting ready you were packed and heading off to the airport.

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the flight went quickly, considering the ample amounts of work you had to complete before landing, but you managed to get it all done on the plane with a little bit of rushing. you hadn't had time to travel much during your childhood or during college so you were practically squealing with excitement when you emerged from the plane and began your journey to the hotel you were staying in.

the taxi was stuffy and warm, and your excitement started to be replaced with nerves as you realised that soon you would be in the heat of the paddock, meeting with very important people and drivers.

you always had a natural ability to make people feel comfortable and this helped you in becoming an interviewer, plus the three years of journalism school you just about survived. It had been a wild ride, but you were finally here, in bahrain, about to be introduced to your new life.

after getting yourself set up in your hotel and ready for the rest of the afternoon you began making your way over to the race venue. it was huge, but empty due to the fact that the race was in a few days. The only people around were a few race engineers and team members who were discussing strategy for the upcoming race. you were looking for someone in particular, your boss who you'd met before in london. stumbling through the paddock you finally found where the sky hq was situated and after making quick friends with the rest of your interviewing team, some of whom you knew from back home, you all decided to go out for some drinks.

the night moved fast and before you knew it you were making your way back to the hotel at an unreasonably late time and collapsed onto the bed, tiredness taking over your whole body.

friday , march 3rd 2023.

regret washed over your body as you woke up in your hotel room, your alarm blaring at you at a completely unreasonable time. you swiftly began getting ready for the day ahead, your first day. nerves overtake your body again completely during your short walk to the circuit, it was already swarming with fans, ready to watch the free practice after missing their sport for a few months. the staff entrance was hidden away and luckily not too busy, so you managed to sneak in on time.

you greeted your team who you'd already become quick friends with yesterday and they began briefing you on the timing of the day and when you would be interviewing the drivers. you had been told that this morning you were meant to go over to the ferraris section of the paddock and conduct a fun interview with leclerc and sainz. some silly questionnaire to test their knowledge of one another by asking them some, in your opinion, very personal questions. of course you smiled heartily and agreed, after all this was your job and you were excited to meet all of the drivers, having loved f1 since you were little.

you made your way over to the ferrari area, and you and the filming crew were kindly greeted by their pr team who directed into a room and informed you that the two drivers would be there shortly. nerves started to bubble up in your stomach, even though you were confident and knew that you were good at your job sometimes meeting new people stressed you out a little more than you liked to admit.

shuffling and muffled voices were heard outside of the door and the suddenly it opened and you were greeted with two handsome faces, both smiling politely at you and they outstretched their hands for you to take. you quickly grabbed the spaniards hand and shook it.

“mr sainz, its a pleasure to meet you, im y/n im going to be hosting your interview today.”

his smile grew a little wider and he chuckled, “please call me carlos, and its lovely to meet you too y/n.” you blushed a little at how he said your name in his accent and smiled at him. your eyes then landed on the monegasque next to you, his smile remained on his face but his eyes were unreadable and intimated you a little bit. his eyes raked over your form and then he also outstretched his hand. his grip was much firmer than carlos’ and he began speaking before you.

“charles, I'm looking forward to working with you y/n.” his eyes then returned to their initial softness and his grip loosed. you were a little taken aback but quickly composed yourself. you just simply nodded your head in response and softly spoke out a small “me too.”

that interaction stumped you, and you were clearly flustered but the rest of the interview went smoothly and you had played the quiz game, the two men laughing throughout and their childish rivalry entertained you more than you liked to admit. but throughout the interview you had felt charles' eyes on you more than once. once you dared to meet his gaze, but as soon as you did he quickly looked ack at his teammate and continued with the game nonchalantly.

maybe you were just making this up, you didn't know. but no one had ever looked at you the way charles did and it made an odd feeling rise up in your stomach.after the interview ended the two men shook your hand again and began to leave, having to get ready for free practice which was starting in a few hours.

the filming crew packed up and left. you turned your back and let out a sigh at the odd experience. shuffling through your bag for your phone you heard someone clear their throat behind you and your body snapped back and spun around. to your surprise charles was stood their. the same unreadable expression on his face which made your cheeks burn straight away. you looked around awkwardly, silence engulfed the room and you didn't know if you should say something to the driver or stay silent. his voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“sorry, i didnt mean to scare you.” he chuckled softly and his eyes creased, easing your nerves a little. the hint of his accent poked through his words, it was very attractive you had to admit.

“no , no its okay, can i help you with anything?” your voice came out harder than you imagined and more agitated than you felt. his expression hardened again and his smile fell, he shook his head.

“sorry, i just thought i forgot my phone.”

you stood there and looked about the room. you felt the atmosphere in the room change and as you looked at him more closely you could see the outline of his phone in his jean pocket. he didn't know you had noticed, and you were confused as to why he was really here. not wanting to drag on this interaction longer than needed you quickly picked up your bag and began to walk toward the door.

“I hope you find it.” you mumbled out.

suddenly his body was blocking the doorway and you stopped a few feet away from him. your face burning red and confused about his behaviour. “you are not going to help me look?” he smiled and a sneakily glint in his eye made your heart skip a beat. was he flirting with you? you were very up to date with the gossip and knew he had a suspected girlfriend so his behaviour was even more shocking to you.

“oh sorry.” you mumbled dumbly, not knowing what to say. you knew he had his phone and you weren't about to embarrass yourself by crawling all over the floor looking for it.

“i've got to edit this interview i'm afraid, so if you wouldn't mind letting me pass.” you looked down at the ground as you spoke and mentally cursed yourself at the fact that your voice came out much weaker than you intended.

“okay.” you could hear the smile in his voice, “i apologise ma douce.” my sweet. you didn't know what he had just called you but the french nickname paired with his voice made your heart sway and even more blush burned on your cheeks. he moved from the doorway with a charming smile and allowed you to pass through.

your feet felt like jelly underneath you but somehow you carried yourself through the paddock back to your work area, a smile gracing your pretty features at what had just happened. but you couldn't allow anything to happen and you knew that, he had a girlfriend and it was your job to interview him. this is so wrong you told yourself. sliding a hand over your face to try to compose yourself, you began to start editing the interview.

you paused in shock, watching over the footage you saw how charles gaze almost never left you throughout the whole interview. he was starting at you like an animal and you didn't know why. shock graced your features even more to see how he clearly was checking you out and when you spoke to carlos, his eyes even darkened in a overprotective manner. who was he to get so possessive over you? you had just met? anger started to replace the feelings of shock and you wanted to storm back into ferrari to give him a piece of your mind…

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pt2?

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fluff #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula one fanfiction #formula 1 x reader #fluff #angst #light angst #x reader #enemies to lovers #forbidden love #forbidden romance

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hugejk · 3 months

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Reader coming to his game and pablo just loves it so much. In an interview he talks about that she is there and etc.

not gonna proofread bc i’m extremely high rn

also this lil blurb is gonna take place in pre-season 🙈

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It was a sunny day in los angeles, the local stadium was packed with people. Sitting near the pitch with your friends, you were sipping on a mix of lemonade and sweet tea. After a while of talking the barcelona players came out. Checking your phone you realized that it was almost kick-off.

you must’ve been talking so much that you didn’t realize the text your boyfriend sent before the match started.

esposo🤍:

heading out now 😊🫶🏽

you looked up to see the players warming up, seeing pablo talking with one of his teammates while stretching. You couldn’t help but think about how much you loved him. Often you guys would refer to each other was husband and wife. You knew pablo for most of your teenage years, but got with him 3 years ago.

The first half of the game was looking tough, as the other team scored. But you knew barca would come back. As you waited for second half to start you decided to check your phone as you haven’t checked it since kick off. Nothing was very new, a few notifications from some useless app.

As second half started, you were only focused on your boyfriend, trying to follow him with your eyes whenever possible.

*little timeskip*

as the match came to an end, barca was able to tie the game. It was the first match of the preseason, so there were interviewers everywhere, talking to the players about the upcoming season. You were waiting on pablo to finish up his interview so you could talk to him.

*time skip again bc i’m lazy*

as you entered your shared home with pablo, you heading to the kitchen as you haven’t ate in hours, pablo heading for the shower. You made a bowl of cereal as it was the easiest and quickest option. Pulling your phone out and seeing all the texts from your friends about pablo’s interview.

the chipettes 🐿️❤️:

f/n: y/n did you see pablo’s interview yet? 🥹

f/n2: you need to look at it right now!!! 😭🫶🏽

confused, you opened twitter knowing you could easily find it on there. after a while of scrolling you found it on some fan account.

“gavi, did you have any support from anyone out here today? Like family, friends, maybe a girlfriend?”

“i had alot of support out here today, my family, friends, the fans, but nothing compares to my girlfriends support here today.”

you blushed a bit listening to the interview, you and pablo didn’t really announce anything about you guys. He didn’t want to put all that stress on you especially with some of those fangirls. The fans knew he was possibly dating someone, but never really knew.

“Wow pablo gavi has a girlfriend? Who is the special woman?”

“i’ve had a girlfriend for a while but never confirmed it, but she’s like my other half, she just gets me and always makes me happy” pablo said with a slight smile on his face.

“what is your favorite thing about her?”

“my favorite thing? hard to say…my favorite thing about her is probably how she is just so happy all the time. I get mad easily i think everyone knows that, but she can just calm me down so easily. Like fire and water”

Hearing him say these words about you just made you feel like the most luckiest girl on the world.

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A/N: srry this was so short and like kinda dry 😭 currently trying to write more but it’s a lil hard 💔👎

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagines #gavi #pablo gavi fanfic #pg6 #fc barcelona #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi blurb

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queenie-avenue · 3 months

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hiiii!!!!

i thoight i’d do this the normal way instead of begging u in dms sOO MINJUN AND CREEP READER WHEN PLEASE PLEASE i’m down on one knees rn <333

this man could ruin my whole life and everything i’ve worked for and i would so gladly let him 😋😋

i don’t wanna fix him. i literally just wanna make him worse xoxo

Different sides of the same coin.

💌 ⤻ THE ACADEMIC RIVAL, SEO MIN-JUN

—> you damn creep.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is almost as bad as min-jun, reader is down bad fr, obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, snooping, invasion of privacy, reader AND min-jun are red flags, a bit suggestive

notes: ain't no way you actually put an ask in for this 💀 but yes, you asked, and I delivered <33 also, I feel like all the anons in my inbox would absolutely eat this up, this is literally them/j (ngl, my writing kinda sucks here sorry yall-)

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Min-jun studied all the different things littered inside that heart-shaped box of yours. When he first saw it sticking out of your schoolbag, he felt immediate jealous, assuming it wad a gift from someone in your class, or something you would be giving to someone else.

Naturally, he decided to steal it.

He sat at his desk, the student council room deserted as everyone had already left, per his request. He studied the contents of the box with lazy eyes. For months, he had tortured you and for months, you seemed to not care; which honestly made him more pissed off with you.

He pursed his lips as he waited for you to enter the student council's office. Min-jun looked at the box again, sifting through all the different notes he had left you. The ones that told you to kill yourself, the ones that fantasised about pushing you off a roof or watching you suffer, the ones that begged you to leave him alone, to not torment him with your mere presence; you had kept all of them. All tucked in this... heart-shaped box.

"You must really be a freak." He let out a chuckle as he closed the red box, holding it up to his face. The box even smelled like the cologne he liked to wear to school, subtle but noticeable. He let out a groan as he imagined the things he would say to you when you got into his office, how irritated he was with you that you — pathetic, poor, useless you — had seduced him.

Right, you seduced him.

You were the one who decided to show off and get higher grades than him. You looked at him every time he spoke with those obsessed eyes of yours. It was all your fault, not his!

Just then, the doors to the office opened, revealing you standing there. Min-jun tapped his fingers on the box knowingly, wanting you to see that he had caught you in this perverted act.

"Care to explain to me what this is?" He asked, fishing out all the various notes and pictures from the box, holding them up despite your obvious embarassment.

You tried to cover it up, but it was clear that you enjoyed the fact he had caught you in such a precarious situation. "I was just- you kept bullying me, so I was gathering evidence!" You managed to scrounge up a somewhat believable excuse.

"You collected evidence in a heart-shaped box?" He snickered, bemused by your attempts to seem normal.

"It was the only box I had..." You kept trying to lie, but Min-jun saw straight through your pretty little lies.

"And why does your box of evidence contain pictures of me doing everyday things? Not very incriminating evidence, and yet, you kept it in your 'evidence' box."

"I-"

"Don't lie."

Both of you stared into each others' eyes, his glare mixed with an undertone of want and obsession, yet he would never admit it. Yours, filled with embarassment and desire. You were so close to breaking down.

Min-jun got up from his desk and walked over towards you. You froze on the spot, your hands wandering towards the sliding door of the office, but before you could even try to escape, Min-jun had grabbed your wrists. "Did I say you can leave?" He asked softly, his tone so affectionate it almost made your knees buckle under the tension.

"N-no." Your cheeks reddened as your eyes made their way to his hands that gripped your wrist. Slowly, your eyes glanced over at his lips and how close he was, the cologne he wore that was perhaps too mature for both your ages, mimicking the scent of an older person. His eyes darkened the moment he saw your eyes rake over his lips.

"Is that it?" He asked, leaning in closer as he guided you towards the armrest of the couch in the student council office, pushing you against it so you would sit; so he could tower over you. "You're just some pervert who likes to be bullied and harassed?" He asked softly, his gaze growing more intense by the second.

You stared, your lips parted, unable to respond as he had caught you red-handed.

A sense of jealousy spilled into his heart as his hands gripped you tighter, which would no doubt leave bruises.

"So as long as someone bullies you, you fall for them? Are you some sort of creep?" Min-jun interrogated, leaning so close that you fall back onto the couch, a small 'oomph' escaping your lips as you both fall back. Min-jun's arms trap you between him and the sofa, his cheeks now matching yours in the same shade of crimson. He doesn't move, his hands on both sides of your head.

"Answer me. Would you like anyone else if they did the kind of stuff I did to you?" He asked, desperation straining his voice. Min-jun wanted to know he was special to you, that you would only ever be infatuated — no, in love — with him.

You remained silent.

"Tell me, damn it!" Frustration seeped out as he grabbed your face now, cheeks reddening not out of him being flustered, but instead out of rage. "You come here, to my school, decide to top me in every subject I've always been the best at, and then you suddenly decide to collect all these things from me, treating them like cheesy love letters rather than threats. What the hell is up with you? I don't get you, I just can't understand you." He said, his breath hitting your face in huffs.

"You make me lose my mind. I've never- I've always felt so indifferent to everyone else, but you make me do things that... that make me disgusted with myself." He continued, remembering all the times he used his monthly allowance to hire private investigators behind his family's back just to find out more about your interests and hobbies. Asking for photos of you, asking for *clothes* from your laundry pile. He was sick of himself, sick that he would ever so such a thing. But he was addicted.

To you, to your scent, to your gaze, to everything about you he wished he could claim.

"Tell me you feel the same way." He demanded suddenly.

It was his right. You had to feel the same way.

Without even thinking, you pulled Min-jun down to you, gripping his face so tightly that your nails drew blood from his cheeks. Your lips slammed together, any harder and one of you might have lost a tooth, but both of you didn't think about that. Your eyes were closed, but Min-jun's were wide open. "You really do like tempting me." He muttered into your mouth as his hands pinned yours to the couch.

"You must really like me." Min-jun babbled on between your lips, licking and biting your bottom lip, sucking on it like his life depended on it. "Tell me, [y/n], tell me you need me." He wanted to be worshipped by you, he wanted to worship you.

"I need you so badly." You whispered back, allowing him to take control as you whimpered below him. "Please don't stop."

His hands travelled slowly to your neck. "Don't stop what? Kissing you?" He asked, pulling away, "Or don't stop bullying you." His voice boomed with laughter, loving that flustered and needy look on your face; so red to the point he wanted to take a bite of your cheek to see whether it tasted like apples.

"Both, please." You whispered submissively, letting him claim your lips repeatedly.

"Don't worry, I'm never stopping. You won't be able to run from me, even if you wanted to." He smiled, and for a moment, you missed the dangerous glint in his eyes. "You belong to me, okay?" He asked one last time, not giving you the chance to answer before diving back into your lips.

Now that you had given him confirmation that you loved him, you would never stop loving him. Min-jun would make sure of that.

#yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere drabble #yandere male x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere male #ask #mutuals #yandere blog #male yandere #yandere #yandere academic rival

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onlymvr · 1 year

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Tension | Jake Sully x (Na’vi) fem!Reader [one-shot]

Summary: You had enough of Jakes shit so you decide to do something about it. You weren’t prepared for the outcome….

Warnings: sixty-nine that shit, slight hair pulling, dom jake, fingering, choking, some name calling, over-stimulation, lil praises here and there yadda yadda yadaa

Note: So this is my first ever smutty one-shot i’ve ever written so bare w me guys. Hope y’all like it🙏also i was too tired to read over it so if u see some spelling errors…. no u didn’t

You couldn't sleep. Again.

You were consumed by thoughts of that one irritating and arrogant man. Jake sully. Despite your efforts to push him out of your mind, you found yourself dwelling on every encounter and interaction you ever had. You were filled with a mix of emotions - anger, frustration, and even a strange sense of longing - that kept you awake and restless throughout the night. It was as if your hatred for him only served to fuel your obsession with him, making it impossible for you to find peace and fall into a deep, restful sleep.

As you walked further through the forest, you couldn't help but notice all the ripe berries that were scattered along the path that lead to a few bushes in front of you. Your mouth watered. Making the decision, you decided to pick and gather a hefty amount and placed it gently on a large leaf. The crisp, refreshing taste of the berries helped clear your mind and soothe your restless spirit, making you feel more at peace and at ease.

“Man these are so good”, you smiled stuffing your mouth with the sweet yet tart fruit.

As you kept walking, you came across a babbling stream and decided to sit by its banks to rest and enjoy your berries. You found a comfortable spot on the soft grass, settling down and gazing up at the night sky as you ate. The stars twinkled brightly above you, casting a magical glow over the scene and the light of the moon reflecting on the blue stream. The peaceful sound of the water rushing by and the soothing darkness of the night made you feel calm and content, as if all your troubles had melted away. As if he melted away. You sat there for a while, savoring the simple pleasures of nature and letting go of your worries.

As you sat comfortably by the stream, your thoughts inevitably turned to that annoying man. You couldn't help but think about him and all the ways in which he had wronged you. You couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and frustration as you wondered why the man you despise seems to harbor such intense feelings of dislike towards you. You had never done anything to wrong him, and yet he seemed to go out of his way to make your life difficult. It was a mystery that plagued you, causing you to lose sleep and spend countless hours trying to make sense of it all. But at the back of your mind you couldn’t help but wander to more sinful thoughts about Jake. Sure, you cant stand him but god he is very, VERY attractive. You imagined all the ways in which he could take you and use him as his own fuck toy. The way he would touch you, taste you, hold you and don’t even get me started on how long and thick his dic-

*CRACK*

The sound of a twig snapping within your eyesight interrupted your thoughts. Great what now. You quickly picked up your bow, straightened your back, and squinted aiming at your target in front of you, preparing yourself to whatever or whoever was going to appear in front of your eyes. But boy were you so fucking wrong.

The next few minutes of intense waiting, you were about to lower your bow but what appeared in front of you was not what you expected.

You turned to see a tall, fit man emerging from the trees, his muscular frame and chiseled features making your heart skip a beat. He walked with confidence and grace, a shadow covering his piercing gaze that fixed on you as you couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction towards him, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you knew him from somewhere. As he drew closer, it hit you. it’s Jake. Oh fuck me.

“You weren’t gonna shoot me with that were you”, Jake grunts, pointing at the now lowered bow resting on your lap. his gaze slowly looking up and down at you, taking his time to savour your appearance.

Your body grows hot, his toned chest and the bulge of his muscles practically flexing up in your face. The long veins running up his big arms down to the length of those fingers. God those fingers.

You blink out of the trance and roll your eyes, shaking your head at him while returning your vision back at the stream in front of you.

Oh how your night could get any better.

With no time for you to register, he sat himself down beside you, grabbing the leaf full of berries and plopping each one in his mouth, savouring it. He turned to look at you, settling the leaf by his abdomen with a sly smirk you just wanna smack the hell out of.

You looked at him with disgust. Who the fuck does this guy think he is. He invades MY space, interrupting MY peace, and takes MY berries.

“Do you fucking mind”, you look at him in disbelief, snatching the berries away from his grasp, leaving him with an annoyed look. “They’re mine dumbass”

He pokes his tongue on the side of his cheek and lets out a low chuckle. “Damn, don’t have to act like such a bitch about it.” he turns, fixing his gaze on the stream, clenching his jaw. Hard.

Oh he did not. did he jus-

No breathe. Don’t let him get to you. It’s just a word. He didn’t mean it. Don’t waste your time on him. Just don’t. Breathe, Breathe, Breathe.

As you calmed yourself down, you thought how bad could it get? At this point you’re just tired and sick of his shit. You placed the leaf between both of you, nudging his shoulder to look down.

He looked at you, and down at the leaf. He searched for any expression on your face but there was none. You reached down for a berry and plopped it in your mouth, raising your brows at him.

He scoffed, extending his long legs out, placing the palm of his hands on the grass, looking up at the night sky.

That was it for you. You couldn’t understand why this guy had to be so fucking stubborn. You did nothing wrong to him, why is he acting this way towards you? it’s like he could never be pleased. You had to speak up, you had enough of his shit.

“you know what, I don’t know what the fuck is so far up your ass that you can’t show at least an ounce of respect. I’m always trying to be nice towards you but you alwa-“

You were cut off by him standing up swiftly, looking down at you with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw. He stands tall, looming over you, his eyes turning dark, scanning your face with his piercing gaze. A feeling of want struck through your body that made your body shiver at the sight. But you won’t back down, not this time.

“Oh i’m the one not showing respect?” he points at his chest, looking at you with disbelief. “You’re the one with all the bitchy remarks you throw around and act like you won’t get it in return, girl.” His tone getting louder, showing authority after every word.

That Nickname. That assigned word he always called you, did something to you. Ugh, you didn’t know why, but the way it would roll out of his tongue, like honey, made something surge hot in the pit of your stomach.

You wouldn’t back down, you push yourself up, trying to get to his level and match his intensity with your gaze.

“You’re the one prancing around acting like you own everyone and everything.” You spit back, getting harsher with each passing word.

He relaxes his face, tilting his head to the side, eyes getting darker after each second.

Oh fuck

The air around you gets thick with tension. No matter how hard you try, you can’t analyze the look on his face. The way you have to tilt your head back to meet his piercing gaze, sets excitement over you.

“Just shut up”. He grunts taking a step towards you slowly.

You wanted to test his limits. Getting a little bold, you let out a low chuckle, “Oh yeah? Make me.” You take a step closer, closing the gap between the both of you.

You let your eyes wander, flicking at the sweet soft curve of his lips, then back up at his eyes.

That set him off.

He pushes you towards the closest tree with his hands gripped at both of your arms. Your back hits the tree, the rough bark digging into your soft flesh, letting out a grunt. Your body grows hot and you let your head sink back into the trunk when Jake leans over, scooping his hands under your thighs and lifting you up as if you weighed like a feather.

Without warning, he whips his head forward and smashes his lips down to yours, catching you off guard. His fingers are rough, digging into the soft plush of your skin as they never relax. Well that’s gonna leave a mark. His lips are smooth, melting into the curve of your mouth as if it was made for you. He bites the bottom of your lip, making you let out a small moan, allowing him to slip his warm slick tongue into yours. He tastes of the aftermath of the sweet berries, something that’s so addicting, you want more of. You widen your mouth, allowing him more access, pushing your tongue down to his. Surprised by your actions, he lets out a small grunt from the back of his throat and tilts his head, getting more of you.

Your fingers graze his cheeks and land on the side of his head. You pull his hair back to get a different angle but was greeted by him letting out a small, whiny moan. Jackpot.

“Didn’t know you liked your hair being pulled”, you smile against his lips, panting for air, as he sucked all of it out of you.

“Stop talkin”, he grunts and seals his warm lips on yours. You comply to his words and smash your lips against his, as you couldn’t get enough of his taste. “Needy bitch” he cursed, kissing back and biting your lip only stopping to glide his hands to the back of your top, fiddling with the knot. You were about to give him a hand but was met with your top loosening, falling to the ground between the both of you.

His large, rough, veiny hands find your boobs, giving them a harsh squeeze that let a loud, sultry moan escape your lips. The way his hand covered almost your whole chest, set something afire within you, pulling his waist closer to your mound, begging for a source of contact. He smirks at you, letting your feet hit the ground gently, as he pinches and rolls your sensitive nipples along his fingers.

He takes a step back, admiring your appearance. There’s a line of saliva running down the side of your mouth, face is flustered, eyes dark filled with lust and your nipples hard as rock, displayed for only Jake’s eyes to see. He rubs his length through his loin cloth to relive some tension and your eyes follow suit. He’s practically bulging through and you can’t help but notice how long and thick it is. You gulp.

He pulls you by the back of your neck, and sets you laying down onto the soft grass beneath you. Your heart is beating out of your chest, a river practically formed between your legs and at this point you just want him to do something. Anything, fast.

He settles above you, dipping his head down and sucking at your neck hard. You’re gonna be marked up by the end of this night. He drags his fangs down to your neck, boobs, stomach and lastly settling it on top of your loin cloth. You shiver by the different kind of contact, your walls clenching at nothing as a warm pool spreads down your mound.

“Jake please” you whimper pulling his head up to meet your gaze.

“Patience, girl. I’m just getting started”, his words leave you hot with need. You can’t take it anymore. He slowly leaves sloppy kisses all around your abdomen and finally drags his fangs underneath your loin cloth, dragging it down to your feet. He tossed it somewhere beside him but that’s a problem to think about later. He spreads your legs apart, the cold air hitting your wet mound making you buckle your hips.

“You usually get this wet?” he smirks looking up at you for an answer. Your cheeks grow red, turning your face to the side, covering it with your hands, embarrassment washing over you. Jake yanks your hands and pin them above your head. “I said, do you usually get this wet?” he sterns, looking at you with a dark look. “No” you spit out.

“Good”

He leans back, setting his weight on his knees. You pick yourself up settling on your elbows, watching his next movements. He slowly unties his loincloth and drops it when his dick springs free from the fabric. His tip a dark purple already smeared with pre-cum. He’s practically rock solid. he strokes his dick slowly, maintaining eye-contact and you couldn’t help but lick your lips. His mouth parted letting out a small moan, as you took in his length. Holy fuck he’s big. A large bulging vein running down the underside of his dick as his hand pumps himself slowly.

The next moments you weren’t prepared for. Jake swiftly picks you up and positioned your thighs on the sides of his head while you faced his length in a classic yet beautiful sixty nine position.

“Look at this sloppy hole, how long has it been since you had someone take care of you?” his hot breathe fans over you making you clench over nothing before screaming when he pinched your puffy clit.

“God, Jake please, Just please” you begged, wrapping your hand around his huge cock in front of your face.

“Shhhh, you’re talking to much, let’s put that bratty mouth into good use, eh?” the hand that was gripping your thigh was lifted up to hold your neck, slowly making you lower your mouth down on him. “Atta girl, just like that, doing so good for me”. He kept holding your head, guiding your movements in a bobbing motion.

Jake’s mouth finally meets your heat. his tongue dragging up and down your folds and sucking at your puffy clit, his moans sending vibrations down your heat giving you a whole different type of pleasure. It was too good you couldn’t even focus on your task until he grabbed and smacked your ass with no hesitation.

“Deeper” he forced you lower making you gag on his cock. tears were streaming down your face as your throat was stuffed with his length. “such a good girl for me, just how I like it” he let go of your head to hold each side of your hips, inserting two long thick fingers in you while sucking at your sensitive clit at the same time.

Jakes fingers started to pump in you faster, tongue flicking and sucking your clit as if it was his last meal. His cock was so down deep into your throat you could only moan directly onto him and scratch your nails down to his thighs. The knot on your stomach not taking to long to form was rapidly spreading across you in a mind-blowing orgasm. In hope Jake would slow down, he pumped faster and casually added a third finger stretching you mid-orgasm and curling them brushing it to massage your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Jake!” you let go of his cock to scream when he kept going in faster, holding your hips in place, not allowing you to back down from the over-stimulation.

“Shut up and take it” your back arched even more when he continued to suck your clit hard. You sobbed his name but was cut off by him shoving your head down his length. you kept bobbing your head up and down and making sure to suck his tip harder. A different sensation was building up inside of you and sobbed.

“Jake i’m close-“ you screamed, tears streaming down your face.

“Me too, baby”

He pumped his three fingers into you faster, curling them in, brushing it against your g-spot, as you kept sucking and gagging down his cock, his tip hitting deep down your throat. It seemed like another climax but this one hit you harder. Your knees buckled and a hot wave went shooting down your legs and you released onto Jake’s mouth. He slurped all your juices up like a starved man and as he was, you started massaging his balls and it send him on edge. he spilled his warm load deep down your throat. You choked but swallowed all of it.

Your body goes limp against his as he picks you up and lays your back against his chest, laying down on the soft grass. Every inch of your body is sore as you were processing what just fucking happened. Jakes hot breath fans against your neck and nuzzles between your shoulder.

“You’re still a bitch you know that” he whispers against you, but you had not one ounce of energy to respond. You just smiled.

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BOY WE HAD A TIME LAST NIGHTTT

lmk what y’all think?

#avatar the way of water #jake sully #jake sully x reader #oneshot #smut #jake sully smut #jakesullyissofine #domjake #Spotify

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elitadream · 1 year

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Mario had been contemplating solutions in vain, sitting by himself forlornly after yet another grim and discouraging day of continuous failure when he registered the faint shuffling of timid steps nearby.

It was quite late and the man didn't exactly have the energy to feel surprised, but he curiously lifted his head nonetheless.

"Junior?" He wondered aloud, gazing worriedly at his provisory ally. "What's wrong?"

The young prince was rubbing his eyes, swaying idly on his feet and stubbornly staring at the ground. He didn't respond, but he didn't need to. His distress and need for company was plain to see.

Knowingly, Mario unfolded his legs and rested both hands on his knees, giving him a compassionate look.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

Junior shrugged before joining him and leaning against his side, eyes downcast. There was no trace of mischief or deception to his demeanor. Only a defeated sort of acceptance.

Mario couldn't help but feel a genuine twinge of amazement at the vulnerable gesture.

"I'm... really sorry about your dad," he ventured, not quite daring to move.

Junior blinked wearily, but showed no other sign of acknowledgement. There was a brief moment of silence until Mario felt compelled to look at him once more.

"I don't know how long this might take, but I promise you we will find a way to turn him back to normal. I will not give up on you, or him. You have my word," he assured gently.

Junior merely curled in on himself more tightly as a response, appearing impossibly small compared to the gigantic beast his father had somehow become. His brows were furrowed in an expression the plumber had never seen before. A deep sadness mixed with a touch of remorsefulness, or perhaps resentment.

Mario was about to ask if he had somehow said something he shouldn't when Junior finally spoke.

"My Papa is wrong about you," he muttered, very quietly.

Before Mario could so much as blink, the small Koopa went on, shaking his head with a sniffle.

"You're not a coward and you're not stupid. You work hard and you never complain. You just want to help everyone, all the time. Even us."

His words, albeit said reluctantly, were spoken with uncharacteristic sincerity. Mario couldn't find it in himself to smile, so he carefully wrapped an arm around the prince's shell instead, giving his shoulder a comforting pat.

"I don't mind the insults. Not really," he amended softly, hoping that he somehow sounded more confident than he felt. "I guess that's just the way Bowser perceives me. It's okay."

"No, it's not," the young heir retorted. "He's very unfair towards you. He said some really mean and hurtful things, and-"

Junior stopped himself with a small whine, pawing at his face again. He was still averting his gaze, but the fragile tone of his voice betrayed his guilt.

"...I said mean things, too. I'm sorry."

For a few seconds, Mario could only stare mutely back at him, stunned by the unexpected apology. He then shifted closer, bringing his arm more securely around the Koopa in a side hug.

"Everybody makes mistakes," he murmured. "But everybody can change."

"I wish that was also true for my Papa," Junior mumbled, dejectedly.

At this, Mario hummed wistfully, his answer long believed and thoroughly considered.

"Maybe... all he needs is a bit of help."

When I first heard of Bowser's Fury a few months ago, all I knew about the plot was that Junior goes to seek Mario's help in the hopes of stopping his father's rampage. And words couldn't describe how much I LOVED the idea. Although this is an older drawing and my look for Junior has since changed a bit (the same way I eventually altered Bowser's design), this was the concept that later inspired the way I've decided to approach Mario and Junior's relationship in a broader sense - which means that there'll definitely be more with these two. :3

Mario being enduringly kind and winning foes over with nothing but his goodness of heart never fails to give me feels, and I want more of that. 💖

#Mario #Bowser Jr #Junior #drama #mild angst #bittersweet vibes #cautious friendship #just a little something I've been thinking about a lot lately #everybody hurts deep down #compassion is a gift

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alittlebitofsainz · 15 days

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a place in this world (carlos’ version)

Chapter 2: Enchanted

an invite to dinner with team 55, a weekend where your driver doesn’t even start the race, a late night hotel room visit to lift both your spirits. life is a rollercoaster, as they say.

pairing: carlos sainz x f!reader, slow burn colleagues to friends to lovers, angst/comfort if you squint

warnings: the usual swearing

a/n: yes I know the sainz family would probably never rent a holiday villa on villaplus dot com, I just needed a quick link to fit the texts in the story

masterlist | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

13th August, 2020

three days to the Spanish GP

two weeks. that’s how long it had been since carlos sainz had last texted your number. well, one week and six days. not that you were counting, or anything.

you’d seen him in between, of course, for the 70th anniversary grand prix at silverstone, and this weekend for the spanish gp, which had gone markedly better than the two in the uk. he’d scoffed when he’d seen his name in your phone: cs55? is that all I am to you, a pair of initials and a number? it had been playful, of course, but you wondered whether there was a part of him that had been genuinely hurt - you could swear you’d heard it in his voice. but then it was your turn: y/n engineer? what, in case you mix me up with other other y/ns you know? and that was how you’d ended up changing each others contact names (and, of course, carlos had insisted on taking a photo of you to add to your contact details, and you felt obliged to reciprocate, so now you were greeted with his goofy, lop sided smile every time you opened your messages app. a fact you weren’t exactly mad about).

you weren’t exactly mad about the message which confronted you right now, either - surprised, confused and once again intrigued were more appropriate words that sprung to mind. your mind was going into overdrive. dinner? with carlos? like, out in public? surely the rumour mill would go absolutely mental: carlos sainz spotted with mysterious brunette at restaurant in barcelona. but if he seemed to think it was a good idea…

one week and six days, that’s how long it had been since carlos sainz had felt that feeling of relief, of letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, when she texted him back.

as he’d reread his text over and over after sending it, he realised that it very much sounded like he was asking her on a date, god forbid. In reality, he was going out with a group of mates from his team at mclaren, and seeing as she’d mentioned that she’d never been to barcelona before, he’d only wondered if she’d wanted to join them so she could see some of the city. he was starting to wonder whether perhaps he should’ve lead with that fact.

but it hadn’t seemed to have phased her, thank god, although carlos would’ve given a pretty penny to know what was going through her head right now. in fact, he seemed to wish to know what was going on inside her head most days recently, her paradox being that she seemed so straightforward yet complex at the same time. how could a girl who was such an open book still be such a mystery to him?

a group meal. of course. of course! that made so much more sense, a thousand times more sense in fact. why had your mind immediately leapt to some weird, intimate, romantic dinner date with carlos when the obvious explanation was staring you right in the face? do you want to come for dinner with me and the team, seeing as you are in fact part of the team was so much more normal than hey, I’ve known you for five months and I’m a world famous, very wealthy formula one driver, would you, a regular degular race engineer from the south east of england, like to go on a date with me? yeah, no, you’d been a grade a idiot for that one. was there a small part of you that was disappointed? you decided that now was not the time to overanalyse your own feelings; now was the time to find an outfit.

carlos couldn’t hide the grin on his face, all the way to the restaurant. it only started to falter when they arrived bang on 8 o’clock, and then waited, 8:04, and waited, 8:07 and waited, 8:11. it reappeared again when she rounded the corner, slightly flustered and breathless.

“god, I’m so sorry, I got lost.” she apologised with a deep inhale, trying to get her breath back. carlos shook his head and chuckled, the sound low in his throat.

“don’t worry about it. we haven’t been waiting long.” he reassured her. it almost surprised him; usually he would take any opportunity to tease her, especially for being late like she so always was. But there was something about the way her cheeks were flushed that shade of red that gave away that she’d been rushing, and the way her eyes flicked nervously, apologetically, from person to person, that made him feel almost guilty. and when she offered him the warmest, sweetest, most grateful smile he thought he’d ever seen, carlos’ face lit up like a christmas tree.

he pulled her seat out for her when they reached their table, making sure to choose one next to him. an expression crossed her face as she whispered a ‘thank you’ that carlos had never seen before from her - was she nervous? shy? he couldnt put a finger on it. perhaps it was the fact that she didn’t know the rest of the people at the table that well - yes, that must be it. so why, when he knew everyone at this table, and very well he might add, was he feeling the exact same way?

“woah, this place is gorgeous.”

a marbled kitchen adorned your phone screen, and you swiped to the next photo to see a similarly tiled, much smaller room. wow, even the bathroom was fancy.

“and you go here every year?” you continued, swiping again and again to reveal several photos of the master bedroom, all from different angles. you and carlos had been discussing family holidays whilst you all waited for your plates to be cleared, and he’d decided to show you, rather than tell you, about the holiday villa that he and his family often frequented on the costa blanca.

“not every year. as often as we can get out there, though.”

his breath tickled your neck as he leaned over your shoulder to watch as you continued to flick through the photos, the glistening aquamarine pool so large it took up the whole screen, the pale blue glow reflecting on your face. you both leaned back for a moment to allow the waitress to clear the empty dinner plates, before returning your attention to your phone. there was a loud laugh from down the other end of the table, clearly a hilarious conversation was happening between the rest of the group - you both seemed oblivious to it.

“well, it’s no costa blanca, but we love it there.”

carlos’ eyes crinkled at the edges as he grinned, now swiping through pictures on his phone. he let out a chuckle at her comment, as he swiped to reveal the kitchen, a tiny little alcove with slightly dated wooden cupboards and curtains on the windows that were covered in pictures of farm animals.

“where did you say it was again?” carlos asked, fingers swiping again, this time showing a picture of the dining area. his eyes were focused on the french doors at the back of the room, leading out to a patio and a small garden, but beyond that was absolute nothingness - just trees and open sky as far as the eye could see.

“north yorkshire. it’s like, five hours north of london.” she explained, knowing that london was really the only point of reference carlos had when it came to england. she reached out a finger, swiping on his phone to reveal the next picture.

“and that-“ she pointed to a railway line, a large, old fashioned steam train in the process of chugging up the hill, frozen in time by the image. “- is why we go there.”

“and that’s right outside the cottage?”

“and that’s right outside the cottage.” she repeated back to him, an almost proud smile on her face. it was the little things that made her smile.

“that’s really cool.” carlos replied, almost surprising himself by how genuinely he meant that. since when had he been impressed by a tiny two bed cottage in the countryside, with nothing around but trees, hills and a steam train? but when her eyes lit up, her face cracking into a grin, he understood what had changed.

“really?” she asked, the same hint of surprise lacing her voice.

“really.” he replied, glancing up to meet her eyes. “I never got to explore much of the english countryside, and now I’m moving to italy I guess I probably won’t be able to.”

“I always saw you as more of a city guy.” she picked up her wine glass by the stem as she spoke, giving it a small swirl before tipping the wine glass back and taking a final sip, finishing the drink. carlos mirrored her, considering his reply.

“I don’t think I could live in the country.” he explained, “but it’s a nice escape from everything.”

“yeah,” she set her wine glass back down, a small, imperceptible sigh escaping her lips, “I know exactly what you mean.”

30th August 2020, Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps

Belgian Grand Prix, DNS

you stared into the mirror on the wall of the bathroom you were getting changed in, and found your scowling face staring back at you. in the past four races, your driver had had rotten luck in three of them, and you could tell how frustrating it was getting for him, and you.

which was why you were surprised when you took out your phone from your pocket and read his message. you were sure he’d leave as soon as he could, which was half the reason you’d disappeared off to the bathrooms to get changed out of your overalls and into a pair of jeans, grand ideas of heading back to the hotel and catching the latest episode of love island going round in your head.

but carlos was staying? you loathed him for it - you now felt you ought to stay too, pulling your top on over your head and combing through your hair in the mirror before grabbing your things and heading out into the corridor. but as you stalked back towards the garage, a thundercloud still hanging fairly low over your head, you realised that you also admired him for it. not everyone would stick around after failing to even start the race. heck, the majority of drivers probably couldn’t be out the door fast enough. but there was something about carlos sainz.

she was there before he’d even had time to pull out his phone, all fake smiles and an ingenuine spring in her step. faint, fading creases around her eyebrows were the only indicators that she’d ever been frowning, ever let herself be unhappy about the situation, now being replaced with new lines from forcing her lips to curve upwards just like that. how come carlos had only known her, what, five months now, and yet he felt like he knew her so well?

“hey.” he greeted simply as she made her way over to the monitors where carlos was stood, a pair of orange headphones around her neck, the same as he had round his. as she came to stand next to him, he threw an arm round her shoulders, squeezing her into a side hug. was he imagining things, or did she lean oh-so-delicately into his touch? the next moment she was pulling away, looking him square in the eye.

“you okay?” she asked softly.

“not really, you?”

“no, not at all.”

and then they were both smiling, almost laughing, all curved lips and sparkling eyes, nothing fake or ingenuine about their expressions. how did she always manage to do that? turn such a shitty situation on its head, leave carlos smiling when all he wanted to do was crawl into a dark hole and avoid everyone for a very long time? as he looked at her, really looked at her, he was beginning to understand that maybe, just maybe, he had the same effect on her.

you’d used that phrase a few weeks ago, after the second race at silverstone, the second thirteenth place in a row, and now carlos couldn’t stop using it. you’d noticed him picking up a lot of your phrases and mannerisms recently, his friends teasing him whenever he pulled out a ‘swings and roundabouts’, or god forbid a slap on the thigh and a call of ‘right!’ to announce that it was time to leave. they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

it was several hours after the race had concluded; you were now bundled up in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, splayed out on your bed mindlessly scrolling through instagram when his message came through. you were becoming increasingly less surprised every time carlos texted you, a level of understanding developing between you that you enjoyed each other’s company, and you wagered that you could both do with some cheering up round about now.

it had been a bit of a long shot, carlos realised. the two of them had never hung out one on one outside of the events of the race weekend, but right now there was no one else he’d rather speak to, rather while away the hours of the evening watching all the trash tv they’d spoken about over dinner a few weeks ago. no matter how frequently he messaged her nowadays, he still always got butterflies when she texted back.

it wasn’t even five minutes before she was knocking at his door, the orange of her mclaren sweatshirt picking up the flecks of amber in her eyes, still somehow shining through even in the low light. since when had he started to take notice of things like that?

her presence lit up the room immediately, both metaphorically and physically.

“anyone would think you’re a vampire, considering how many times I’ve found you sitting alone in the dark.” she chastised as she flicked on the lamp in the corner, adding a soft warm glow to carlos’ hotel room. he chuckled.

“can you blame me?”

his tone was light, a soft smile across his lips, but there was a hint of sadness to his voice which gave him away. her own smile faltered, as she went over to join him sitting on the bed. she sat shoulder to shoulder with him, as she had done on the pitwall earlier, watching the remainder of the race in companiable silence; the warmth seemed to radiate through carlos’ body from the spot where her upper arm met his, as it had done then as well.

“no, I suppose not.”

she sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair off of her forehead. carlos turned to look at her; she appeared to be thinking before she finally spoke.

“you know, I admire what you did today.”

“what, not start the race?”

that earned him a playful bump to the shoulder and a small, musical laugh.

“no! no, I mean staying around to watch the race. not many drivers would do that in your position.” the corners of her mouth still twitched with the remnants of the way he’d made her laugh, but he could sense some sort of sincerity behind her words. he shrugged his shoulders, as if trying to shrug off the swelling sense of pride he was feeling as it sunk in: she admired him.

“I’m sure many drivers would have done the same thing. I’m not special.” he replied, feeling suddenly very humble under her gaze. she shook her head, the movement almost immediate.

“you are special.” her voice caught in her throat slightly at the first word, causing the other two to come out quietly, her voice almost a whisper. if the room hadn’t been completely silent, carlos might have been able to convince himself that he hadn’t heard them, that he’d imagined it.

they spent the rest of the evening as he’d imagined it - talking about anything and everything whilst netflix took them through episode after episode of selling sunset in the background. it was nearly midnight by the time she returned to her own room, latching her arms round his neck as she said goodnight to him with an embrace. her hair tickled his nose; he swore he could still feel it now, even when he was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, several hotel rooms separating them. her words were still going round in his head. he reckoned they probably would stay there for quite some time.

you are special. you are special. you are special.

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bbybluemochi · 9 months

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bbybluemochi's F.A.Q. ✧･ﾟ

Hi! Arun here! I thought that instead of answering your submissions one by one I’d gather all the frequently asked questions and answer them in a single post (this is a mix of art/OC/commissions related q's)!

Please note that I do read all your messages and I’m so grateful for every one of them!!!! I keep all your words really close to my heart, thank you for liking my art and loving my Ocs as much as I do, it means the world to me <3

What’s the name of your OCs?

They’re called Cotton (the blonde one) and Puppy (the dark haired one). The original idea for them was to make some silly wolf/bunny OCs (that’s why Cotton is called like that, it was supposed to be a joke about her tail…) but somewhere along the way they took over and became something completely different!

Is there a webcomic for your OCs?

Not currently! I don’t have the time or the skills (for now) but I’d love to give it a try in the future!

I was wondering if you mind people using your OC art as character art/inspiration for DnD?Just games with friends that are for fun, nothing for commercial.

Go ahead! I find that really flattering.

Just out of curiosity, are any of your OCs bisexual?

Both Cotton and Puppy are lesbians. That’s what I feel comfortable drawing since I’m a lesbian myself. If I ever do draw a bisexual OC I’ll make sure to mention it! <3

I think you said Cotton was a dominatrix in a previous ask, but is Puppy on the opposite side of the spectrum or is she just glad to be there whichever way?

Puppy is very much a sub. They both switch (Puppy as a service top and bottom and Cotton as a top and power bottom), but the dom/sub dynamic never changes. Also I wanted to mention that these dynamics do not transcend outside of the bedroom that much, there’s more to them than their kinks but I do love to draw them deep in their submissive/dominant headspaces.

Are one of the lesbian fairytale characters trans?

I didn’t design either of them with that in mind, but I’m super OK with people headcanoning them as trans!

May I use your art as a header/icon?

Of course! Remember to credit me tho~

Do you allow people to use your art freely?

I don’t allow reposts of my work (not that it matters that much, since almost all my art has been already reposted a million times ))): but I’d really appreciate it if you just shared my posts instead of reposting my art). As for phone backgrounds/wallpapers or stuff like that, yeah!

Do you have an instagram account or other social media, I would love to follow you there.

My main platform is twitter (same @), I post all my drawings there and I’m usually more active over there. Tumblr is kind of like an archive. I really like the community here but I find it easier to reply/interact with people on twitter! As for instagram, I do have an old art account (same @, again) but I haven’t posted in so long. I may start posting there soon if a certain rich guy decides to keep destroying the bird app tho.

I’ve always thought about this… how do you think it’d look if the aesthetics/styles [of your OCs] were reversed?

I’ll have to explore that in a future drawing, I haven’t thought much about it!

Do you write fics for your characters or has anyone else written fics about them?

Not yet! A couple of my friends have offered, tho! I usually like to stick to drawing because that’s what I do best, I don’t wanna subject anyone to my writing (it’s not very good,,,,). When I share some of my Ocs stories, I think it will be in comic format.

What's the story behind your OCs?

There are several, actually!! I like to put my OCs in different universes. As for now, there’s the Fairytale AU, the modern setting AU (this is the original one), and now the Werewolf/Vampire AU. I also did a drawing of them as spiderwoman and black cat but I don’t think that AU is gonna make a comeback for a while. I’m also planning a scifi AU but I’m not sure I’d be able to pull off that aesthetic with my current art style so I’m still working on it.

The Fairytale AU is the one I’m working on most of the time. I wanna release a small artbook with their story + illustrations. That was my main goal for 2023 but life got in the way, so maybe,,, 2024??? *crosses fingers*

Is your shop down? It’s saying that it’s not available.

I open my shop for 1-2 weeks every now and then, that’s why it’s closed most of the time! My plan is to open the store again in september, if i manage to finish all the merch in time! I’ll announce it on my twitter and tumblr account when I do.

Would you ever share a tutorial on how you make your art?

Yes, of course! I’m not very good at explaining my drawing process but If it helps anyone I’d love to! Just let me know what part of the drawing process you’d like me to focus on, because If i try to make a full illustration tutorial it’s gonna be too long/difficult to follow.

May I ask what brush do you use for your lineart?

I use a different brush almost every time I start an illustration, I’m not very consistent when it comes to that (I think it’s mainly because I haven’t found the perfect brush yet!). But let me know what illustration you’re curious about and I’ll try to remember which one I used!

Do you come up with poses off the top of your head or do you use some type of reference? I always struggle with them.

It depends on what I’m drawing! Some of my drawings are reinterpretations of paintings (I’m obsessed with pre-raphaelite painters and arthurian legend paintings in general), so in those cases I try to adapt the poses to my art style. Even If I’m trying to recreate an already existing painting I end up changing the poses/proportions a lot along the way to fit my personal taste/art style.

Other times, I just sketch from imagination (this is more entertaining, I think, since looking at references can make the drawing process a bit tedious). If I find it hard to draw a certain pose/part of the body I will look up references on printerest, no shame in using pictures! If I still can’t find the pose I need I’ll just take a picture of myself (this is like, a last resort for me. I’m too lazy for this).

My personal advice would be to use references for the pose and then tweaking the pose and trying to make it more personal

I love the way the armor was designed and rendered! Can you share some tips on designing armor?

Drawing armor is something I still struggle with most of the time. I think I’ve learned a lot in the past year (please don’t look at my armor drawings from 2022,,,,, sigh) but I still struggle to draw certain poses/angles. My advice is: don’t hesitate to draw non-functional armor!!! There’s always gonna be someone like “actually, that armour makes no sense :)” well !!!! it looks cool as hell so who caresssss !!!!!

I think it’s more important for you to get comfortable drawing armor before you start beating yourself up for not drawing accurate ones. It takes a lot of practice (I’m still learning!!!), especially if you’re trying to draw historically accurate ones, so start by having fun, and then work your way up from there.

Most of the tips I can think about are really hard to explain without a visual example, so let me know if that’d be a tutorial you would be interested in and I’ll try to make one (I’m cringing a little just saying this bc I swear, my armor skills are so bad compared to some amazing artists out there………..).

Do you allow cosplays your OCs?

YES…. YES PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM BEGGING YOUUU ILL LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!!! *rattles my cage*

Do you allow fanart of your OCs?

Again,,, PLEASEEEEEEEEE !!! Just tag me so I don’t miss it and remember to give me credits if you do !!!!!!!!!!! :D

I was wondering if you use procreate , clip studio, or similar apps?

A mix of both. I used to draw on procreate only until I got a tablet and now I’m a clip studio user (csp sponsor me please), and now that’s all I use. I’m so used to drawing on PC now that I don’t think I’d be able to go back to procreate, but I still like that app a lot! All my drawings (even the ones I do on csp) always get retouched on procreate because I like some of the effects (*dreamy sigh* chromatic aberration filter,,, love u).

I wanted to know if the marks Cotton has on her waist are tattoos or like a scar?

Those are tats! Puppy is a tattoo artist ~~~ (I’m actually not sure if i’ll keep the waist tats on Cotton or if I’ll end up redesigning them,,,)

I was wondering if you take commissions?

Not right now. I also don’t have any plans of opening commissions any time soon! When I do, I’ll post a google forms on twitter and here on tumblr with the prices and type of comms I do. But there’s nothing scheduled.

Even tho I'm not doing commissions atm, I’m currently looking for illustration jobs (specially book covers), so don’t hesitate to email me at [email protected]

That's all for now, thank you for reading!! I think I covered most of the questions, I'll make another q&a post in the future! Bye~~

#frequently asked questions #faq #ask

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520cafe · 8 months

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sour grapes. matching keychains

you and dan heng decided to arrive at the very same cafe where march and the others simultaneously ditched you both as an attempt to unfold the rocky and complicated relationship that you shared with dan heng but, you both were also playing mind games just to avoid talking about a certain topic: the current state of the relationship.

"since when did you drink lattes, dan heng?"

after a successful somewhat awkward-free trip to the cafe, dan heng offered to walk you back to your dorm. stalling, you both stood outside your dorm and you ultimately decided that you were not ready to face kafka in a humiliating spotlight for forgetting the room keys.

"not sure, i’ve started drinking them for a while now."

"they're good aren't they? i've only ever seen you drink black coffee."

dan heng could not help but to send you a small smile; it was faint but still possessed some form of tenderness towards you. the fact that you still remember his preferences and habits felt as if red chrysanthemums were blooming inside his heart. little did you know, lattes reminded dan heng of you.

"hey.. maybe i could teach you how to make lattes some day?"

wait.. why did i ask that? there was a slight hesitation in your voice but it was all brushed away by dan heng when his only thoughts were filled with surprise that he has an opportunity to spend more time with you, alone.

“i would like that, [name]."

again, it was the way your name rolled perfectly off his voice that made you feel nervous. it gave you a mixed sensation of fluster but also uncertainty. why did i feel this way?

before you could respond, you were suddenly met with dan heng's cold touch delicately holding your hand as if it was a piece of glass. however, that touch felt as if there an electric shock in the short moment where your hands were together. slightly jolting, you looked at him with wide eyes until you felt him place another cold object on the palm on your hands.

looking at the object on your hand, you could only feel further astonishment as your lips slightly parted. the object that dan heng placed on your hand was a small white cat keychain that was attached to a spare set of keys to dan heng’s dorm. that white keychain used to be yours during your past relationship with dan heng and dan heng held the black cat keychain that was matching with yours.

when you looked up from your hand, it was only then you realised that dan heng already left. as you looked at the small keychain that was surprisingly neatly-kept, it felt as if the bittersweet memories started to flood your mind like a never-ending string of polaroids. then, you internally face palmed yourself at your sudden realisation. did i seriously just invite my ex for more one-on-one alone time? it was as if your heart had a mind of its own and was controlling your every action.

and that rolling snowball of conflicting emotions only grew bigger.

🍇 SOUR GRAPES 〈 13 matching keychains

━━ MASTERLIST. ╱ PREV. ╱ NEXT.

╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► [ a/n ] : YES DAN HENG IS A BEABADOOBEE LISTENER WHAT ABOUT IT also last written chapter for act one yipeee ‼️ANDDD act one is ending very soon with only 2 more chapters left 🤭

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antimonyandthyme · 5 months

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martian; retirement (as told by oscar)

They do a massive barbecue at the end of Seb’s visit. Mark’s steaks have been soaking in some special homemade marinade for precisely six hours. He’s got enough potatoes to feed a farm.

He forgets the salad.

“You forgot the salad,” Seb says. He sounds absolutely delighted. He’s sounded this way ever since Mark picked him up at the airport. But even more so at the moment. “All that talk about this being the best meal I’ll get this side of town, and you forgot the salad.”

“He’ll never let me live this down,” Mark says.

“I won’t,” Seb confirms.

Oscar owes it to Mark to help, just a little bit. “Isn’t there a Woolworths just around the corner?”

Mark’s face does something very funny. It takes a moment for Oscar to realize Mark’s sulking, like he’s genuinely upset he has to get salad from a store. Like it’s not going to be good for Seb or something. As if Mark could put a burnt steak in front of Seb, and Seb wouldn’t eat as if his life depended on it. How do you go from crashing into each other to this?

Seb checks Mark in the hip, and pries the tongs out of Mark’s unwilling hand. Oscar watches as their fingers tangle, not so briefly, before they separate. “I won’t let the meat burn, I promise.”

Mark sighs, and goes to grab the car keys.

“Do me a favour,” Seb says, “accompany him for me, will you? Don’t let him get lost at the salad bar.”

“Do my best,” Oscar says. Something in Seb’s tone makes Oscar look. Really look. At Mark standing in front of the chilled chafing dishes containing coleslaw and mixed greens.

At Mark staring right past, lost in thought.

Oscar reaches for a takeout container, and ladles a heap of Caesar salad in. Decides to get a little fancy and scatter some goat cheese atop. He clears his throat, and Mark nearly jumps.

“I’ve had this before,” Oscar tries. He’s gunning for it blind here. “Totally decent salad. I’m sure Seb wouldn’t mind.”

Mark lets out a small chuff of laughter. “You could give him a slice of toast and he’d thank you for it.”

“Okay,” Oscar says. He clicks the tongs in his hand for something to do. Ting ting. Then he reaches for another takeout container, and spoons the Thai salad in. The more the merrier, Seb would agree. “So why—?”

“I keep trying to convince myself this wouldn’t be the last I see of him for awhile.”

“It won’t,” Oscar protests. “He’s retired now. He has more time.”

“For his bees, and the sailing, and the exploring, and the whatever that comes after retirement. So what should I say? Stay here instead?”

There isn’t an answer for that. Oscar can’t pretend he’s ever wanted that of someone. Maybe someday. Maybe never. Seb and Mark don’t seem to be enjoying it. The wanting that of someone.

The containers are getting ridiculously full. Mark doesn’t reach for them yet. So, delicately, Oscar sprinkles a layer of sesame seeds on top.

“We’ve been apart so often,” Mark says, unprompted. “We’ve had our own schedules most of our lives, and this isn’t any different. I know I’m being silly.”

“You’re not,” Oscar says. It doesn’t feel strange, saying that to someone he looks up to in every which way possible. Someone in charge of his future. He wants that devastation wiped off Mark’s face. “I’ve seen how you look at each other.”

It’s how Mark’s gaze is turned upwards whenever Seb’s telling a story, like a plant searching out the light. It’s how Seb’s eyes dance across everyone in the room before landing on Mark. Floating away, then settling back. Floating away, then settling back again. It’s never grandiose declarations like, Stay here with me forever. It’s the drifting, through landscape after landscape, and the returning each and every time.

“Maybe,” Oscar says, “if you asked.”

“If I asked, he would.”

Which is why Mark will never. Oscar knows that much about love, at least. Something about letting go. He snaps the lids of the containers shut. Mark trails after him, and only shakes out of his stupor when Oscar tries to pay for the salads.

Seb greets them at the door with an anxiousness Oscar’s familiar with. Tongs in his hand, Ting ting.

“Did you get lost?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Oscar says. Next to him, Mark stiffens. “Do you know how many varieties of salad Woolworths has?”

Mark presents the containers to Seb with a flourish. Their fingers overlay. Oscar imagines pressing his own hands on top, like Stay, stay.

Stay if you know what’s good for you.

“Oh my god,” Mark says.

The barbeque smells as if it’s caught fire.

“You like your meat well done, right?” Seb looks hopeful. He also looks like he’s on the verge of panic. Like the brief moment away from Mark had done him in. Made him forget his name, and all that comes with it, reputation and inheritance and legacy.

That gaze of Seb’s again, darting away, lingering on Mark, darting away, lingering on Mark once more.

“One forgets the salad, and one forgets the meat,” Oscar says. He kinda wants to yell at them for being idiots. He’s almost embarrassed for them both. Mostly, he’s just hungry. “The two of you deserve each other.”

But Mark’s laughing now, and Seb’s joined him, shoulders shaking. Oscar grumbles and goes to rummage around the kitchen for something edible. No one has ever said ex-Formula 1 drivers were smart. They’ve spent too long driving around in circles to understand that the quickest way from point A to B is a straight line.

Hah. That’s a good one.

There’s linguine in Mark’s cupboard, and two tins of unopened tomato sauce. Nothing goes better with potatoes than even more carbs.

“Expired in 2021,” Seb reads.

“I don’t care,” Oscar says fervently. “Can I leave the boiling of water to you, or will you burn that too?”

“I like him,” Seb says to Mark brightly. Mark gives Seb a look, watery and resigned and so fucking fond. “You’ll continue giving him a hard time for me, won’t you?”

“Do my best,” Oscar says.

#athy texts #fanfic #rpf #martian #from a third person's pov #brought to you by that gifset #you know that one #that one where they look like kids at christmas waiting for each other #head in my hands #happy martian monday

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chishiyaisasnack · 10 months

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Dare, part 4

Part 3 Part 5

It’s back! This has taken me forever to write but I’m finally done. It’s based on the ask that requested me to write a sub!Chishiya thing. I have posted another one that I wrote based on that ask, but I’m still not happy with that one. Here is the one that I am happy with.

I’ve both written and posted this on mobile so I apologize for any formatting errors.

Disclaimer! This is pure smut, nsfw as heck, so don’t read it if you aren’t of age or if you are uncomfortable with that topic. No other warnings, it’s pretty wholesome over all. It is also pure fiction. Jizz doesn’t just go poof when it’s inside someone, like it does in this series lol. Use condom and always ask for consent irl.

I hope you like it!

You had not had the best day. It was an awful, annoying and infuriating day actually. Meetings that led to nowhere, parties that were way too loud, even someone that had grabbed your ass when you walked by. And then the militants coming after you as you punched that guy straight in the face and threatened to cut off his dick and feed it to him. You didn’t know he was a militant, and if you had known you probably would’ve punched him again. All you knew was that he was an asshole. So was Niragi when he thought he finally had a chance to punish you and decided to drag you into a secluded area, but thankfully Aguni walked by and put a stop to all of it. You did manage to knee Niragi in the crotch though, so that felt pretty good.

You couldn’t shake that frustrating feeling that was bubbling inside you, even hours after you got back to your room. You had tried to meditate but the music and loud noise outside were too distracting. You tried reading but after reading the same page ten times you gave up on that too. You needed something to relax you, something fun to get your mind off everything that was annoying you at that moment. You needed someone to get your mind off everything. And you knew exactly who to find.

You found yourself wandering the Beach, looking for something, or rather someone, to take your frustration out on, but with no luck. It wasn’t until you were on your way back to your room, navigating through the long corridors of the hotel, that you spotted your target leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets while looking very unamused about having to listen to Kuina talk about whatever it was she was telling him. Good.

You picked up the pace to get to him quicker, and when he finally noticed you he raised an eyebrow and prepared to say something to piss you off even more. You didn’t let him.

”I’m going to borrow him for a minute” you told Kuina know before she, or Chishiya, could say anything. Then you grabbed a hold on Chishiyas arm and pulled him with you.

”What are you doing?” he asked as you turned around a corner, him stumbling after you while trying to keep up with your pace.

”Fucking you.” Your answer was so blunt that you could practically hear the shock mixed with amusement on his face.

As soon as you had reached your room and unlocked the door you forced Chishiya inside before you, following him with quick steps before pushing him up against the closest wall.

”I’m having a shit day” you started explaining while you yanked down the zipper of his hoodie. ”And you’re going to make it better.”

”And how am I going to do that?” he answered with a smirk as you started to peel the hoodie off him. He didn’t help at all, just stood there watching you work on getting his arms out. Ugh, why did his hands have to be so big?

”I guess we’ll have to find out.” you mumbled. When the hoodie hit the floor you didn’t wait and shoved one hand down his shorts, putting it over the already growing bulge in his boxers. Chishiya raised an eyebrow as a response but he didn’t seem to hot and bothered yet, even with your hand palming his cock. Annoying. You wanted a different reaction from him. You wanted to see him desperate. So, naturally, your next move was sinking down until you were sitting on your knees, taking his shorts and boxers with you until they were joining the hoodie on the floor.

”In a hurry?” Chichiya asked, amused that you seemed to be throwing yourself at him. He reached down and pulled a strand of hair away from your face before letting you get back to whatever you were doing.

”Shut up.” You didn’t give him a chance to react before taking his length in one hand, stroking it with a firm grip, starting at the base and working your way up in quick motions. Chishiya wasn’t prepared for your starting pace and had a hard time keeping his face obnoxious while your hand worked around him, although his breath starting to come out just a little faster.

You didn’t stop until he was nice and hard. Then you leaned forward, opened your mouth, and slid his cock in as far as you could take him. Chishiyas breath hitched at the sensation, involuntarily bucking his hips towards your face to get more of the warmth of your mouth, but you were ready for it and backed off until he was out of your mouth again.

”Don’t move or I’ll stop.” Your voice were suprisingly stern, even to you. But you liked it, especially the way he responded by tensing his abs and clenching his fists.

Approving of his actions you gave the tip a kiss before taking him in your mouth again. You didn’t waste any time and started moving your head back and forth in long strokes, from the tip until he hit the back of your mouth, and then back again. Your tounge worked around him, and when you finally sucked on your way back his hips followed you, not wanting the feeling to end. Irrationally irritated that he couldn’t follow a simple request, you pulled off him, leaving his cock hard and wet as you looked up at his flushed face with annoyance covering your face.

”I told you not to move.” you scolded him, gripping the base of his cock hard, enough to make him a bit uncomfortable but not enough to hurt him. He was visibly confused at how you were acting, like he was trying to figure out if you had gone nuts or if you were trying something new.

”Put your hands on the wall behind you.” you ordered. An order, not something you thought you’d say but it felt good to say it. It felt even better when Chishiya slowly moved his hands back and placed them on the wall behind him, seemingly bothered by being bossed around but also intrigued by what you were doing. And probably choosing the option of you sucking his dick over being a nuisance, at least for now.

”If any of your hands come off the wall I’ll stop again and this time I won’t go easy on you.” you warned him. He was turned on by this, you could see it all over his face, but you doubted that he would give you an easy time.

”Anything else, boss?” Chishiya answered with a smug look, just as you expected. Brat. He couldn’t help himself, when given the opportunity to talk back he had to do it. You didn’t accept it. Not this time. This time you were pissed off and horny and that brat wasn’t going to have his way.

”You really want to make life difficult for yourself, don’t you?” you asked him while you started to stroke him again.

”Says the one sitting on her knees.” he shot back, voice cracking from the way you gripped him tighter.

”You have no idea what I’m going to do with you.” With saying that, you swallowed him down, sliding his cock over your tounge and sucking nice and deep as you bobbed your head up and down. Your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and it moved smoothly over him, his cock wet and messy under your touch. Chishiyas breath was getting faster by the second and it didn’t take long until he was getting close to the edge. Without thinking about it he reached down and ran his fingers through your hair. You pulled off him right away.

”You still can’t follow a simple rule, huh?” you muttered and wiped your mouth with your thumb. To his disappoinent you rose to your feet and grabbed his wrists, pushing them back onto the wall.

”I thought you were smart. I guess I have to make it easier for you to understand.”

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One good thing that came with having a bigger room than Chishiya was that it came with a desk, and a regular chair. That chair worked great for your next idea. It only took seconds for you to drag him with you, pull out the chair to the middle of the room and push him down on it. He was looking so confused as he watched you walk around him and grab the backpack he had left in your room after your first adventure with the dildo.

”What are you doing?” He asked, brows furrowed and cheeks still painted red from almost coming.

”Since you can’t listen I have to take matters into my own hands.” you explained while you found what you were looking for. A red satin rope was bundled up in your hand, soft but still too strong for someone to break out of. Chishiya must have gotten it to use it on you. Your idea was much better. ”Sit properly and move your hands around the back of the chair.”

”What?” He knew what you were going to do but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

”You can’t stop yourself from touching me, so I’m just helping you with that.” Moving over to the back of the chair and crouching down, you took one of his hands in yours. You started to loop the rope around one of his wrists, tight but not tight enough to hurt him.

”Y/n, is this really neccessary?” He wiggled his fingers in another attempt at a protest, but you didn’t care.

”Yes it is. Now, give me your other hand.”

He slowly moved his second hand back and you swiftly tied both of them together, ended it with a knot and gave it a tug.

”Does it hurt or feel uncomfortable?” you asked him while tracing a finger right above of where the rope sat on his wrists. It looked pretty.

”It’s fine.” he muttered, still not completely accepting his fate.

”Okay, good.” When you stood back up your couldn’t help but to stop for a second and look at the scene in front of you. Chishiya naked on a chair with his hands tied and completely under your control. Shoulders rising and falling, littered with small dots and birthmarks, his hair cascading over them, like a beutiful grey waterfall. You reached out and ran your fingers through it, and that made him look back at you with a face of someone who had given up on messing around and was ready to follow you, or at least pretend to. Eyes dark and pleading for you to touch him again, mouth slightly open and breaths falling out of it in a steady pace. How was he so stunning?

”I have some rules and I need you to listen to them.” You started making your way back around him until you were standing in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes.

”First, you can’t touch me.”

”And how would I be able to do that?” he huffed and moved his hands in a futile attempt to remind you about the rope. It only made you smile to yourself.

”Since you seem to think that I’m dumb I’m going to explain it to you. If the rope comes off your wrists, either if it unties itself or if you find a way to get out of it, everything will stop until you let me know that it came off and nicely ask me to tie your hands back together again. Also, your mouth stays off me unless I say otherwise.”

He answered by sighing. You raised an eyebrow before continuing, smiling condecendingly.

”Two, do as I ask and you will be rewarded. If you don’t then you’ll be punished. I won’t do anything that hurts because I’m not into that, but I still have plenty of ways to make you suffer.”

Chishiya was still trying to grasp what was happening, that you were in control here and that if he wanted to come he would have to do what you said. You could tell that he wasn’t too pleased by it, but he didn’t say anything and kept listening to you.

”Three, and the most important part - if you ever feel that you want to get your hands free, or if you want to stop, I need you to tell me the safeword. No matter what the reason behind it is. We will stop everything until you are comfortable again, or stop completely. Can you do that for me?” You looked softly at him as you explained, making sure that he was listening and fully understanding what you were saying. You needed him to know that you didn’t want to do anything to hurt him or anything to make him uncomfortable. You had chosen a safe word, ’umbrella’, in one of your earliest encounters and you had both talked about how important it was for the both of you to speak up if you wanted to stop. That trust made all of this so much better.

”Yes.” The look in his eyes, mixed by the calm way he answered, made you sure that he listened and understood.

”Thank you.” You turned your attention back to his midsection, his cock still red, hard and now neglected, waiting to be touched again. When you looked into his eyes they were sparkling back to life, especially when he saw you pulling your top off in one swift motion. You made sure to stretch, to make a scene out of it so that he wanted to touch you even more. The look on his face showed you that it was working.

Using only the tips of your fingers you stroked the skin from your hips, up over your waist, chest, and finally the skin between your breasts, who were only covered by the lacy bra you had on. Chishiya was entranced by how you moved, how your fingers hooked around one of the straps and pulled it down over your shoulder, just to be followed by the next strap.

”Don’t you wish that you listened to me before?” You spoke softly, the tension in the air covering most of your words.

”You could have been the one to do this. You could have taken my clothes off. Kissed me. Touched me.” You moved your hands down to your waist again.

”Your lips would feel so good on me, Chishiya.”

A look of disappointment flashed across his face, but quickly went back to the neutral look he always had on when he didn’t want to show you what he truly felt. It wasn’t that hard to figure out what he wanted, after all his eyes were glued to your hands, his tounge wetting his lips as you moved on to slowly, teasingly, pull down the short skirt that you were allowed to wear, leaving you in only your bra and panties now. It had been a struggle to get to wear actual clothes at the Beach but the executives gave up on trying to make you go in only a bikini and settled the debate by letting you wear whatever you wanted as long as you didn’t keep a gun under there. It wasn’t like you could hide a weapon under there anyway, it would show right through the clothes. Chishiya had been extra positive about you wearing what you wanted, only so he could be suprised with what was underneath. Pervert.

You bent down, placing your hands on Chishiyas knees and your face in front of his, almost close enough to kiss him, but far enough away to back off when he tried to catch your lips with his. A small push from your hands made him part his legs for you and you stepped right between them.

”You look good like this, you know.” You absentmindly praised him while you lowered yourself onto the floor, keeping eye contact, never loosing the tension you’ve built.

When you sat down on your knees you placed a kiss on one of his, and softly dragged your fingers over his other and up onto his thigh. He was shivering under your touch, his soft skin turning into goosebumps wherever your fingers went. You stopped just before you reached his cock, twitching in anticipation.

”It looks uncomfortable. Let me help you with that.”

Chishiyas face lit up, probably expecting you to touch him, but it died down again when he saw the smirk that was back on your face. Leaning in, you got so close that you could feel the warmth radiating of his length, watching the precum dripping down onto his stomach. Then you opened your mouth as if you were to take his cock into it, only to change direction in the last second and blow a stream of cold air onto it instead. Chishiyas whole body shuddered and a barely audible whine left his lips as he desperately tried to push his hips towards your face.

”Hmm… needy, aren’t we?” This time you ran a finger down his torso, from his chest down to below his belly button, right where the head of his cock were leaning. Lifting your eyes up to his, you leaned your head to your side, licking your lips.

”I haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.”

You stood back up on your feet, gently scraping your nails on his legs as you did, only to let your hands land on the waistline of your underwear.

”Do you want me to take these off?” you asked him, dragging a finger along the seam, dipping it inside just to take it back out again.

”Fuck... yes.” It was probably a good thing that he was tied down because he looked like he wanted to eat you alive. The dark desire in his eyes were captivating, almost luring you in, almost making you forget what you were doing. Every fiber in your body wanted to set him free.

”Want to take them off me?” you whispered seductively, walking one step closer to him, pulling at the waistline to show him just a little more skin. A huff left his mouth and he tried pulling his arms forward, to no avail.

”Just let me out so I can touch you.” he tried demanding, but was shut down right away by you pulling your panties down your legs until they landed on the floor.

Pushing one leg between his you seperated his legs again and sat down on one of his thighs, your legs on either side of it, but careful not to touch him anywhere else. The bra was the next item to fall to the floor, and you made a show of it by throwing it over his shoulder first, just to watch it slide down and land behind him. Once again he tried leaning in, tried to put his mouth on your now bare chest, and once again you were just far enough away for him to fail. Despair was building on his face but he still wasn’t begging, or even asking, and you were damned to change that. So you kept going.

”I can’t believe how wet you got me already, Chishiya.” You started to grind on his thigh with slow rolls of your hips, making sure that he could feel everything, that he knew what he was missing out on. One of your hands cupped your breast, fondled it, played with your nipple, giving him a enticing show of your own pleasure. The other hand held on to his shoulder to keep you steady while you continued to use his leg.

”It could have been you, you know. Your cock instead of your thigh. Your mouth instead of my fingers.”

”I can do that. I can touch you.” He was so close to begging now, you could hear it on his voice. It was hoarse and clouded with need.

”Can you?” you asked sweetly, teasingly running your thumb along his collarbone. ”Can you make me feel good?”

”I can make you feel so good.” he stated with a low voice, dark and captivating. ”Fuck, I’ll make you cum until you can’t stand, eat you out until I can’t breathe. Let me show you.”

You were shocked by the way he talked, and almost lost character for a second, clearing your throat to cover it up. If talking dirty was what he was going to use against you, you would do it better. Leaning in, you placed your mouth right against his ear.

”Can you make your cum drip out of me after you fuck my brains out? Not stop until you filled me up? Can you give me every drop you have, Chishiya?”

The groan coming out of his mouth was out of this world. It sounded painful, low and rumbling, so fucking good that it made you whine in response. Fuck, his voice would kill you before you would be able to break him. Just a groan and it went straight to your core, fanning the flames that were alreade there, making you want to devour him.

You moved your head back and placed your forehead on his, mouth so close that you could taste his breath.

”Fuck, keep making that noise for me. You sound so good. So fucking good.” Well, if he hadn’t realized that you had a thing for his voice, he sure knew now. You kept your face against his as you rode his thigh harder, pushing your clit down onto it, helping your orgasm arrive faster. You were so turned on, so needy, and so ready for that coil in your belly to snap. The hand on your breast left to grab the hair on the back of his head, forcing him to stay close to you. Then, snapping you back to reality, you noticed that he was pushing his thigh against you, trying his best to help you come. Damn it, why couldn’t he just listen?

With a sigh you stopped grinding against him and rose to your feet, making sure to show how disappointed you were. You had to hold back a laugh when you saw the face he was making, so confused yet so irritated that you had just stopped.

”I told you not to touch me. Did you think I couldn’t feel your leg pressing into me? What am I going to do with you…” He needed a taste of his own medicin, that’s what you were going to do. You quickly disappear behind the chair again, out of his sight, and dove into the backpack again. This time you fished up a small vibrator, the shape of a lipstick case. It was small, but it had been very nice last night when you tried it out for yourself.

”What are you doing?” Chishiya had his head turned towards you but he couldn’t see that far back, only hear the toys shuffling around.

”You didn’t get a toy for yourself when you were out shopping.” you mentioned as you stood back up and made your way back to him, ignoring his question. ”That’s a shame. A fleshlight would be fun.”

He grunted, like your idea of him using a toy on himself was offending him.

For a second you considered going back to his lap but you changed your mind and placed yourself behind him, leaning your chin against his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. The effect of your constant teasing was showing, beads of sweat covering his skin, chest moving rapidly, cock weeping precum.

”I tried this out last night” you continued, holding up the small vibrator in front of him, then placed it flat on his chest, before turning it on to the lowest setting out of three. The toy buzzed to life, which made Chishiya jump under you. He was so tense. Good.

”I came three times, and all I could think about was your mouth doing it to me instead.” He swallowed hard and you answered by kissing along his neck and simultaniously moving the vibrator further down his stomach. You could feel his body move under it, the vibrations feeling better for him the lower you got.

Right when the vibrator was about to touch the wet head of his cock you changed course and moved it along side it, down to his hip, trailing it over his inner thigh. Finally, you placed it on the bottom of his cock, right above the balls, and Chishiya let out a low groan.

”Fuck…”

Then you started to use the vibrator to slowly stroke his cock, from the base up to right below where the head started, and back down again, almost like you would do with your fingers. His hips rose out of the seat, overwhelmed by the sensation, but you didn’t stop. You kept stroking, slow and gentle, up and down.

”Y/n… shit, it’s too much” he managed to breathe out, but you could feel how he pressed harder against the vibrator as he got used to the feeling. His cock surely seemed to enjoy it, dripping like no tomorrow.

Besides, he didn’t say the safe word or tell you to stop.

”You’ve been wanting me to touch you all this time, and now you changed your mind?”

”Ugh… not like this.” His voice was cracking, quiet moans filling up the space between the words.

”Then how do you want me to touch you?” you whispered right into his ear.

”Do you want me to stroke you? Use my hand until you cum all over my chest?” You trailed your free fingers down over his collar bone, marking out the space you’d let him paint on you.

”Or do you want me to use my mouth again? I know how much you like that. Maybe I’ll make you cum in it too. I’ll show you every drop before I swallow it.”

Even though he had told you before that he didn’t want to cum in your mouth, that it was kinda gross to him, the groan coming out of his mouth told you that it had been a lie.

”I bet you want me to sink down over you, take your cock in as far as I can. I’m so wet that it would slide right in. Hmm, do you want that Chishiya?”

Then you turned up the vibrations to the next setting.

Chishiya choked on an inhale before hissing out your name.

”Y/n… yes, all of it. Anything.” His words were coming out in pants. He was breaking. Finally.

”Then you have to ask nicely.” You didn’t let up, kept stroking him with the vibrator, even let it linger under the head just a little every now and then, and were delighted by the groans and twitches he gave you for it.

”Y/n…” Chishiya was close, you could tell. His cock was so hard, so red, so ready to cum. So you turned up the vibrations to the highest setting.

Chishiya didn’t groan, didn’t protest. He whined.

”Please.” High pitched and needy, the whine tore through the air, thick from the tension and need between you, and straight down to your core. You wanted nothing more than to fuck him into oblivion. You were so close to your goal, so close. Just a little more.

”Please, what? Tell me what you want Chishiya.” Please, for the love of god just tell me.

”Please fuck me.” Then he snapped.

He came, so hard that his body tried to fold over itself, cum spraying up to his shoulders, almost landing on your face. His body was twitching violently, cock pulsing with every spray, breath so heavy it sounded exhausting. He was so fucking gorgeous.

”Good boy.” you whispered while turning off the vibrator and throwing it onto the bed next to you.

”Fuck, Chishiya, you are doing so good. You look so pretty.”

You kept praising him while he calmed down, whispered comforting words in his ear as you caressed his shoulders and ran your fingers through his hair. His head was bent backwards, eyes closed and cheeks painted red as he tried to catch his breath while finally coming down from his high.

Moving slowly, you walked around him and sat down on his lap again, not grinding this time. His eyes opened slightly to look at you but too tired to lift his face back up. Instead of doing anything about your own, by now throbbing center, you just leaned forward and placed light kisses all over him. His shoulders, his chest, his neck, everywhere you could reach. Fingers tangled in his hair, longing to pull on it while fucking him in this position. Then you smirked, making sure that he noticed it, then chuckled as realization hit him. You weren’t done yet.

”I haven’t come yet.” you whispered against his skin.

You worked fast, before he got soft. Taking his cock in your hand, you moved to hover over him, then sunk down inch by inch, the growl coming from him fueling you on even more. Finally having him inside you felt so good, and you showed it by clenching around him when he was fully inside you, his legs twitching from overstimulation.

”Think you can give me one more, Chishiya?” you asked, gently rolling your hips, listening to the way he hissed when you dragged his length inside you. Every slow grind from you gave you a new sound from him. His shoulders were trembling, chest heaving and eyes shut tight as he tried to get through the intense pleasure that your wet walls were giving him.

”I… ah, I’ll give you anything you want.”

Hearing him talk like that sent shivers down your spine. It didn’t matter if he was faking it to get what he want, or if he truly were that desperate, the words of the mewling man under you made your heart skip a beat.

”Does it feel good?” you asked him, watching him swallow hard. You wanted an answer so while still rolling your hips on him you grabbed a handful of his hair on the back of his head just to bring his face back up to look at you. His eyes were hazy, clouded with desire, mouth open and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

”Yes.. oh fuck, yes” he groaned back at you, trying to buck his hips up to get further into you as you kept riding him painstakingly slow. As soon as you realized that he was moving again, you stopped your motions and leaned in, putting your mouth right next to his ear.

”Chishiya…” you whispered, his pants almost drowning out the sound.

”I told you not to move. Do you really want to push it again?”

”No, I’m sorry.” he whimpered, sounding even more broken than before. ”I’m sorry, please just…”

”Mhmm… you feel so nice inside me. If only you would listen to me, I’d be coming around you already.” You ground your hips down on him once, making him inhale sharply.

”I’m going to move again, and this time I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. I won’t stop even if you cum. I’ll keep you hard for as long as I need you.”

You started your slow ride once more, moving your hips up and then back down again, dragging him inside you just the way you wanted him. He was shaking under your hands, that were placed on his shoulders for leverage. The ropes were still holding him down through his continuous efforts to touch you.

With your forehead against his, you closed your eyes and let the feeling of him fill up all your senses. His breath against your mouth, shoulders under your fingertips, warm skin pressing into yours as you molded yourself after him. It was sweaty, wet and messy, and completely intoxicating. His moans filled your ears as they mixed with your own. They were so soft, so desperate, so not like him that if you didn’t know any better you couldn’t have believed that it was him under you.

”Y/n… I can’t… I’m close” Chishiya whimpered as you kept getting tighter around him. You were close too, he just needed to hold on a little longer.

”Yes you can, I know you can. Wait for me.” You moved a hand to his hair, grabbing it, keeping his face even closer to yours as you sped up your movements. And then you kissed him, hard.

For the second time tonight you heard a cry and felt Chishiyas body twitch against you as he came. His lips left yours in a hurry to breathe but you catched them just as fast, only leaving them so he could gasp for air every few seconds. You kept moving your hips, kept fucking him even though he was shaking from the stimulation.

”Just a little more” you whispered against his lips when you let him breathe the next time, screwing your eyes shut and concentrated on the feeling of his cock hitting the exact spot you needed it to. His moans were so pretty, so needy, and they went straight to your core, setting you on fire. That fire tore through you, building up in your fingertips, making it’s was down to your toes. All you needed was…

”Please come for me y/n”

Chishiyas strained cry was all it took. You came with his name falling out of your mouth, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you rode out your high. Chishiya was hissing in the background, his cock so sensitive that his whole body tried to move away from you, but he was still holding on. He let you ride out the last of it, let you use him until you were completely spent, and then he sank down in the chair from exhaustion. You put your head on his shoulder while you both calmed down. It wasn’t until you could feel him getting soft inside you that you moved, wincing as he slid out of you, not enjoying the empty feeling it left behind.

”Are you okay?” you whispered softly into the warm skin of where his neck and shoulder met.

”Mhmm.” was all you got as an answer, but since he didn’t say no you took it as a yes.

”Can you untie me now?”

”Yes, sorry.” With the strength you had left in you, you stood up and wobbled over to the back of his chair, just to sit back down and graze the red rope tied around him.

”How are your arms?” You started to untie the knot that was suprisingly still holding on strong. The rope revealed rosy marks on his wrists as it left more and more skin to be seen. It looked lovely, flushed against his pale skin.

”They’re fine.” He sounded tired, but honest.

”Good.” You placed a kiss on one of his wrist before letting him go.

”So you think that I’m pretty?” Chishiyas words made you cough, caught completely off guard.

”Huh..?” What was he talking about? When did you say that?

”You told me that I was pretty.”

You looked up and saw him smirk down at you as you were sitting on the floor, unwilling and too tired to stand back up again.

”That’s what you took away from all this?” You shook your head and sighed. You were never going to hear the end of it. That’s why you never told him that before. Why couldn’t you keep your horny mouth shut?

Chishiya moved his head back and leaned it backwards to rest, his hair falling over his shoulders.

”Now I know why you keep staring at me.”

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the idea for this fic came from the lovely @mikqls0n!! i'm sorry it took so long to write but i hope you like it <33

Happy Birthday- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: basically just birthday sex with some plot :) (and the best friend's brother trope...) (and i unintentionally wrote for counterfeit!jamie!)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut!! don't read if this makes you uncomfortable my loves <3

notes: look who's back... again!! i really need to make a posting schedule or something... but that's not the point because the other day i hit 800 followers?!?!?!?!!! that's crazy i can't believe it!! i love you all so much!!! <33

You had been spending the week with some of your friends for Jamie’s birthday. Sam had decided to surprise him with a trip to one of his favourite places for his birthday, and as you and Sam had been best friends for years, he let you get involved with the planning too. Tristan, Jimmy and Roland were coming along too, two of them bringing their girlfriends as well. You were very happy about the whole situation, especially as you were in control of booking hotel rooms.

“So there’s going to be 8 of us and I can only get five rooms?” You frown, spinning your laptop so that Sam could see. “Should I look for another place, or-”

“No, the five rooms should be okay!” Sam explained, “Jamie, you and I can have our own rooms, then Tristan and Jimmy can share with their girlfriends- fuck then what about Roland?”

“It’s okay, I’ll look for another hotel. I’m sure they’ll be one.” You chuckle, searching on google for more hotels in that area.

“But this is the one we’ve always stayed at, I’m sure we’ll work something out. What are the beds like?”

“They’re all double beds. And I can’t imagine you and Roland sharing a bed!” You laugh, leaving Sam shaking his head beside you.

“You’d be surprised, y’know. What happens on tour stays on tour.”

“So should I book the five rooms?” You ask, desperately trying to get the image of whatever Sam was referring to out of your head.

“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll give you my card to pay-”

“No, it’s okay, I’ve got it. I haven’t managed to get Jamie a birthday present yet so he can think of this as my gift.” You smirk, thinking about what you’re actually giving him for his birthday.

You have known Sam and Jamie for around 6 years now, and in that time you had witnessed Jamie go in and out of different relationships, he barely ever stayed single for long (but no man who looks that good would, right?). You’ve tried and tried to repress your feelings for him over the years, but what was once a small crush on your best friend’s brother had led to a 6 year long friendzone.

However, in the last few months you have realised Jamie had been acting a little different around you. He had broken up with his ex last year, and has remained single ever since. Yet he would give you mixed signals, or so you thought. He had begun teasing you a lot more, you would catch him looking at you from across the room, and you were pretty certain he had flirted with you a few times this week.

Naturally, you decided to go with what your heart was telling you, that he liked you too. Even just a little, and so you had planned out his birthday present weeks ahead of the 22nd of November. You visited various lingerie stores, both online and in store, you had also picked up various supplies from a few sex toy stores, wanting to give this man the best birthday present he could ever think of.

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It was the final night of the trip, which also happened to be Jamie’s birthday, and you were out at a restaurant for dinner. Everyone was finishing their drinks, and the bill had just been handed to Jimmy who had offered to pay for the night’s meal. You were glad to have sat next to Sam at the table, opposite Jamie, as you moved your foot slightly, meeting Jamie’s as the others were having a conversation about something that wasn’t of interest to the two of you.

“I haven’t forgotten about your birthday gift, just so you.” You say, quietly enough so the others wouldn’t divert their attention to you.

“I didn’t think you would.” Jamie smiled, a smug look on his face as his eyes met yours.

Before you could say anymore, Tristan yawned, announcing that he would be heading back to the hotel soon as it was already quite late, and everyone else agreed.

You all went back to your rooms, Jimmy and his girlfriend, Tristan and his girlfriend, Sam and Roland all shared rooms with each other, leaving you and Jamie to have your own rooms, which you were so grateful for, otherwise tonight's plans would’ve been almost impossible.

As soon as you got back to your room, you had a shower, changed into the lingerie set you had chosen specifically for tonight (mostly consisting of black lace), and covered it up with the matching black silk robe, topping it all off with your favourite perfume.

When you were ready, you picked up your phone, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you were filled with a sudden anxiety. What if he doesn't like you the way you like him? What if he’s already met someone else? What if-

All your doubts washed away as your phone lit up with a notification from him.

Still waiting on that birthday gift, sweetheart x

Suddenly, instead of fear, you felt excitement flowing through your veins. You were truly going to find out the truth tonight, about the way he felt and how he thought of you.

You quickly typed out your reply, which read:

I’ll be there in a minute x

And with that, you left your room, and made your way to his.

*knock, knock, knock*

You patiently waited for Jamie to open the door, and when he did you were overcome with a sudden confidence.

“Happy birthday, love.” You smiled, looking up at him through your lashes, “can I come in?”

Jamie stepped to the side to let you in. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers, revealing his bare chest, decorated with various tattoos, which made your tummy flood with butterflies. God, you had never felt so turned on.

“Do I get to open my gift?” He asked, sitting on the edge of his bed, his arms placed behind him for support, which only made his muscles more prominent.

“If you would like to…” You teased, stepping closer to him.

He leaned forwards, pulling at the tie of your robe before you shrugged it off your body.

You wasted no time, straddling him so your knees were either side of his hips. You leaned down and he caught your lips with his, in a gentle yet needy kiss. You adjusted yourself on his lap, grinding your core down against his growing bulge, you could immediately tell he wasn’t wearing any boxers beneath his joggers.

“You filthy little thing,” he whispered against your lips as you pulled back for air, his hand on your waist moved closer and closer to your clothed cunt, “all I’ve done is kiss you and you’re already so wet.”

“Jamie…”

“Shh, I know.” His hands were placed back on your hips as he helped you up, “show me, sweetheart. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

You pretty much fell to your knees as he stood up, allowing you to slide what was left of his clothes down his body, revealing the v-line you had drooled over for years. Finally, you were doing what you should have done years ago.

His cock was much bigger than anything you had taken before, your mouth was almost watering at the size as you wrapped your hand around him, smearing the bead of precum across his tip before you began pumping the length of his cock.

“Mmm, that’s it, good girl.” His voice dropped several octaves due to the lust that had taken over his body. His hand stroked through your hair, praising you as you placed gentle kisses on the tip of his dick, causing him to let out a groan and throw his head back.

Happy with his reaction, you wanted to give him more, you wanted him to feel better than ever before. You began with just taking the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as you made eye contact with him. You then tried taking more of him, however you found this quite difficult and your jaw began to ache. But he stroked your cheek, telling you how well you were doing, how pretty you look with his cock in his mouth, and you decided to try again. You managed to take more and more of him down your throat with each attempt, and his hand, now tangled in your hair, held your face in place as he gently moved his hips in time with the bobbing of your head.

“Darling,” Jamie gasped, breathless as his mind was clouded by the pleasure, “touch yourself… between your thighs, I want you to feel good too.” He ordered, and you obeyed, one hand coming down to give your aching cunt the attention it was begging for, whilst the other remained on Jamie’s thigh.

You traced your fingers over your clit as your mouth continued to take Jamie’s cock. Your eyes flickered up to look at him and the sight alone could’ve made you cum. His eyes were shut, his head thrown back, his hand running through his hair.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to… finish too quickly…” He said, “get on the bed.”

You push yourself away, his cock slipping from your mouth with a ‘pop’, the corners of your mouth covered in your own drool. You quickly wiped your mouth as you stood up, and he took you by the waist, his lips crashing into yours as he spun you around, pushing you down onto the bed.

‘Shit’, you thought, you’d forgotten to bring the bag of toys you had bought for this moment.

However, as Jamie takes your wrists and pins them above your head, you realise there was really no need for the handcuffs you bought.

“Keep them there for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?” He asks as he removes his hand, and they begin to roam your body. “I asked you a question, love.”

“Yes…” You gasped, his fingers teasing your nipples through the lace bra you wore.

Jamie smiled, his lips coming back to yours, wanting to feel as close to you as possible and his hands moved once more, this time they had gone lower… and lower… until he had taken off your panties, throwing them to the side before his fingers grazed your clit.

“You’ve always been so needy for me, haven’t you, love?” He broke the kiss to whisper as his finger pressed into you, and your breathing became a lot heavier, “I’ve watched you try to hide it over the years, it was quite cute that you thought I wouldn’t have noticed.”

You tried to focus on his words, but they were only adding to the pleasure he gave you from his fingers as a second joined the first. You quickly moved your left arm, your hand grasping on to his shoulder, needing to ground yourself.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your arms there, darling?” He questioned, stopping his movements, his fingers drilled inside you. “I would punish you for that, but we don’t have all night, sweetheart.”

He moved, readjusting his position above you so he was kneeling between your thighs. He took you by your hips, lifting your lower body up so your cunt was at the same level as his cock.

You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt his cock rub against your folds, you tried to move your hips in hopes that he’d slip inside, but he held you in place once more.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he cooed, “be patient, I know your needy cunt is aching for me, but you’ll have to wait, darling.”

Your eyes fell shut as you nodded your head, your hands still above your head as his hands had a hold of your hips.

When his cock finally split you apart, burying deep inside of you, a loud, pornographic moan slipped from your lips, as your walls tightened around him.

As he began to fuck you, his hips moving at a pace that made your head begin to spin, your mind clouded with pleasure as his fingers found your clit, playing lazily with the sensitive nub, there was a knock at his door.

You panicked, your eyes shooting open and looking at Jamie with an expression that read ‘what do we do?!’ However, Jamie seemed to have an idea. He gave you a teasing look before placing a finger over his lips, motioning for you to be quiet, all whilst he kept the same pace of his thrusts.

“Jamie? Are you still awake?” It was Roland?

“Yeah,” Jamie answered, continuing to pound into you, his fingers still on your clit, “what’s up?”

You screwed your eyes shut once again, you felt the pleasure begin to build up as a knot formed in your belly. You were getting close, so so close. Jamie seemed to notice this as he pressed his big hand over your mouth, he looked down at you and whispered ‘don’t. make. a. sound.’

You nodded your head, tears beginning to form in your eyes from all the pleasure. It was almost too much.

“My chargers broke, I went to ask y/n if I could borrow one but I didn't get an answer. And I think everyone else is asleep.”

“Ah, sorry mate, I'm using mine at the moment.” He said, as if this situation was the most normal thing in the world.

Your cunt began to pulse as you were getting closer to edge, ready to let go at any moment, but Jamie whispered once more, ‘hold it.’

“Shit, okay.” Roland replied, “I guess I’ll have to go out and buy a new one… do you need anything from the shop?”

“Maybe some cigarettes, if they have them…” Jamie's pace began to slow down, he was clearly getting close too.

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The next morning…

Everyone was already having breakfast when you and Jamie finally woke up. You had fallen asleep in his room after another two rounds, the second was interrupted by Roland again, bringing Jamie the cigarettes he had requested.

You left the room first, not wanting it to seem like you had both spent the night together, but it was obvious enough, as Jimmy’s girlfriend giggled, asking you why you were wearing Jamie’s t-shirt.

“There he is!” Sam exclaimed when Jamie finally arrived, “how does it feel to be another year older?”

“Feels great,” Jamie smiled, sitting down opposite you again, “definitely a birthday to remember.”

“Oh it sounded like it,” Jimmy chuckled, “we all heard you, mate… who was the lucky girl?”

You suddenly froze, feeling your heart almost stop as your cheeks reddened.

“What?” Jamie scoffed, trying to play it off.

“Come on, man, we all heard it. ‘Oh, Jamie! Don’t stop! I love your cock!’”

Jamie didn’t know what to say, he just laughed it off, telling them how he had met someone when he went out for a smoke, but his friends all knew that was a lie. They knew exactly who was in his room last night.

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crysta1ized · 2 months

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phee’s character in the present is just so confusing

we saw that he clearly feels something for jin, pretty much moved on from non, and isn’t that involved in tan’s plan (just went to fuck jin and didnt get any info like he was supposed to) and even seems to want to spill at least some part of the truth to jin

but despite everything that just happened in the house, he isn’t against tan either. he’s unpredictable, just standing here in the middle, not taking any part in the chaos that is unfolding.

in a way that behavior kinda reminds of fluke’s, seeing everything that unfolds but not taking any side

after watching ep9 i was mad, like damn phee how could you? we all believed in you but you just went ahead and fucked one of the dudes that made your bf’s life miserable and eventually led to his disappearance, have you got no shame? i mean i was pretty on board with all the ‘phee and tan are the masterminds, they’re the ones behind the masks, they’re here to take revenge for non and kill everyone’ theories so obviously i was a bit disappointed…

but still, phee didn’t really take any side (yet).

tan told him he planned on drugging everyone in that house and he clearly didn’t look in his right mind in that moment. then por was impaled on a branch. all of them started having hallucinations. fluke got a gun and is waving it at everyone. top clearly looked possessed and is becoming violent. now fluke almost shot someone and has white at gunpoint.

all of that was caused by tan’s drugs. (except the 9th person and the uncle that got decapitated but that’s for another time)

mixing hallucinations with a gun, a knife, deep-buried secrets and fear is not a good recipe. one of them already died and that’s only adding to the chaos.

once again, all of that was caused by tan’s drugs, in a butterfly effect kinda way.

phee knows that. tan was only planning to use them to get the group to confess everything under the influence and finally get answers. or was he…?

whatever phee thinks of tan and of his plan, everything snowballed and led them here. but tan is still the reason things are the way they are. but phee didn’t confront him. didn’t reveal to everyone his real identity and intentions. no, he’s just watching from afar. he didn’t intervene, didn’t add to the chaos, yet didn’t do anything to keep things under control or do damage control…

he didn’t use the antidote.

i thought he dropped off tan’s plan as he got too attached to jin and kinda forgot abt why he was here in the first place, but maybe everything’s that’s unfolding put him back on the right path?

his non-action is an action in itself.

even tho he maybe believed the drug wouldn’t be that hard, he could’ve stepped in so things wouldn’t worsen a thousand times. he could’ve given them the antidote a thousand times for fuck’s sake! he could’ve revealed everything to them a million times too.

later on he will have to pick a side, tan’s (aka non’s) or the others’ (aka jin’s). that’s kinda ironic that it means he’ll have to choose between his 2 bfs (maybe this is all a love triangle after all *gunshots*)

on a legal pov, he would technically be responsible for por’s death and the ones that will follow right? maybe not on the same level as tan or as whoever will pull the trigger/stab one of them but the drugs are the main reason they’re acting like that and he knew abt them and did nothing, so he’s technically guilty too right?

why would he decide to do nothing and just watch the chaos unfold if he didn’t enjoy what’s happening or think they deserve it at least a little bit?

what will he do? who will he choose? be wise, phee, i’ve got my eye on you.

obviously all this theory could be proven wrong in the matter of seconds in ep10 if he decides to spill everything to jin (which id be VERY pissed abt, the d cannot be that good?!??)

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chirpsythismorning · 11 months

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Lets talk about Appendix #7

I won't be the first (nor the last) to admit that I’ve only ever paid super close attention to the Russia scenes during my major s4 rewatches (like 4x total). Those just don’t tend to be the scenes I rewatch looking for Easter eggs as regularly as I do with others. Though, I can say confidently now that this will not be the case anymore.

As I’ve said recently, the scenes that come off as unnecessary filler, are likely the ones hiding something deeper underneath the surface. Otherwise, why put any time into scenes that have no importance, beyond just to fill the running time? Especially in s4 when the episodes were really long and they could have easily cut out scenes if they weren't that important to the overall plot.

The reason they do this is because they can rest comfortably knowing that a vast majority of the audience will overlook these scenes, even call them pointless and boring (and they can laugh knowing they couldn't be more wrong). A vast majority of fans felt that way about the Russia plot, but even the Cali plot had a decent amount of viewers saying they were worthless all season with no importance to the overall story. And we all know that wasn’t actually the case. And so why would that be any different for the Russia plot?

And this scene right here, which I completely forgot existed (so pardon me if someone has talked about this before, because I've never seen any discourse on it), I only just remembered existed because of the Piggyback script dropping for the Emmy's.

I just want to preface that I'm being so so serious right now when I say this scene is very incriminating for Mike. Even down to the way it ends. It’s bad.

And by bad I mean holy shit they are sick for potentially hiding the truth in plain sight.

For context, in this scene, Yuri represents Mike & let’s say Dmitri represents the skeptical majority, who have been confused by Mike’s behavior for the last two seasons.

A lot to unpack here.

But first I want to give a disclaimer that Yuri is not literally Mike, nor are ALL of Yuri’s scenes meant to be about Mike.

It just so happens that Mike has a unique trend of his POV being missing from the overarching narrative. And how they play with that sometimes, is by strategically displaying his POV through other characters.

You might think I'm crazy, but this has happened quite a bit. The most well recognized example of this would be with Hopper at the end of s3 with the letter.

A less well known example would be with Argyle in s4. Again not all the time, but there are a couple specific moments that come to mind, where it feels like they are hinting at Mike’s inner feelings, by having Argyle display things Mike cannot express to the audience yet.

I always thought it was weird they decided to put Mike and Argyle in almost identical hats in the airport scene. Though, it makes a lot more sense when you see Argyle call him a shitty knock off, only to watch the whole group walking through the airport, with Mike to the left of El and Argyle to the left of Will.

Mike may be standing beside El with them looking like a happy couple, but he’s actually distracted and hyperfocused on Will. And so how they reference that, is by placing Argyle standing close beside Will, sort of mirroring the blocking of Mike and El. In Argyle’s case, he is not putting on a fake smile, instead he looks almost emotionless about what's unfolding. The blocking there definitely feels intentional, as it could be the writers way of showing us where Mike's head is truly at, aka focused on Will.

The other major example I can think of (there's not too many from what I've seen, but these two definitely stand out) is at the end of s4 when the boys arrive at Nina to rescue El. We've talked about how the explosion behind Mike as he was looking between El and Will, is representative of the extreme mix of emotions he is feeling at that moment. But no one has ever talked about Argyle's reaction in that scene. Knowing what the explosion represents, I think we should consider what Argyle’s reaction to the explosion itself might represent as well.

First, Argyle interferes with the Milkvan reunion, standing in the frame behind Mike, with his hands on his head looking at the fire blazing with stress.

But it gets even more dramatic than that, when El and Will are hugging, that's when Argyle really starts freaking out, OH SHIT AW SHIT, pacing back and forth.

By doing stuff like this, they can hide hidden meanings. It also just makes it a whole lot easier to come up with ideas for scenes. Because when they have a big component that is underneath the surface, they can build anything around that, as opposed to coming up with a bunch of ideas fresh on the spot, without any reason for it.

Which is why, tbh whenever I hear someone say it's not that deep, when referring to basic filming techniques of playing with POV, I'm just sitting there thinking, do these people not know how much easier it is for artists, when it is that deep? It’s sooo much easier (and gratifying).

But back to this scene with Yuri and Dmitri.

Yuri seems to be doing a lot also while doing very little reminds me a lot of Mike's method of boyfriendism at the start of 4x02. He brings El flowers, he's got a whole inspired Cali fit, he's feening happiness the whole time, holding her hand and skating together. He's basically giving off this vibe that he's going above and beyond, when really, we know that despite all those little things, he's not doing the one thing El wants him to do, which is to say I love you.

This scene in the piggyback script initially stood out to me because of the word stalling. And this is because whenever I talk about Mike’s behavior in s3, but especially in s4, with him repeatedly putting off saying I love you to El numerous timed, I often use the word stalling to describe it.

In his letters, he avoids it. In the flowers, he avoids it on the note. When she confronts him during their fight, he deflects, and makes a point to struggle using the word care instead. Even when she's literally crying he still can't muster it. When she's getting taken by the cops, he still doesn't think to say it, even now when things are so bad and it might have given her at least some comfort. When they're separated Mike, gets reassurance from Will that he can just say it to her when they reunite, though Mike doesn't look too excited about saying it. Then not even a day later (during the Letter to Willy scene), Mike tells Will he didn't know what to say to El, even though we all know it only would have only required those 3 famous words... And then him and El are reuniting and he still doesn't say it. And then they're in surfer boy and they get interrupted, but tbh the lead up to it felt super disingenuous anyways, with him looking like he was about to say something out of obligation and not because he wanted to say it. And then the literal moment that she is choking, he stalls, until Will encourages him, and then even still then, they make a point to put dramatic beat right before, and only THEN is that when Mike finally says it.! (And all of that isn’t even including the stalling he does in s3).

Basically, Mike is the king of stalling, but especially in s4 and the Piggyback specifically, bc stalling is what has led to this grand moment of Mike quite literally having no option to stall anymore.

And so stalling being used in this conversation with Yuri and Dmitri instantly peaked my interest. I barely remembered the scene from the show and yet the instant I did, I just knew what was about to go down was something related to Mike, that we wouldn't otherwise get insight on bc we don't have his POV right now.

In contrast to the episode, the script has Yuri admitting to stalling. He doesn't seem to have remorse about it at first, he actually seems kind of like he's willing to admit it because it's the truth. Then we get a Ronald Reagan mention from Yuri, followed by him spitting with disgust, which was not included in the final cut... still sort of an off moment, considering the very few Reagan mentions we've gotten in the series, it's been through the presidential campaign sign in front of the Wheeler's house in s2 most.

But now, this is where it starts to get a little scary in terms of what Mike could be thinking. I don't know how I feel about it because it's a scary concept.

You saw it with your own eyes. You know it to be true. And yet you continue to play tricks.

This could mean one of two things, or maybe even a mix of both...

It could mean that Mike knows El doesn't need him despite her begging for him to say the words I love you (he saw it with his own eyes?), but he isn't willing to accept it. He knows his feelings deep down will never change (he doesn’t love El), making his and El's separation inevitable (also reminds me of the suicide mission comment from Yuri...). He is fixated on this idea of her needing him and if not, losing her all together, instead of what El was actually upset about, which was not being loved.

Or it could (also) mean Mike understood Will in the van. He saw it with his own eyes aka the painting, he knew it was apparently for a girl Will liked, but it ended up actually being for him. And he seemed very happy about this as a revelation, up until Will mentioned it was actually from El. Not only that, but what followed was Will monologuing about feelings that matched closer to what Mike and Will had went through over the past year, not him and El. And so Mike realizes in this moment that Will does return his feelings for him, but he isn't willing to confront it aka he chooses to play tricks instead. He saw Will crying, yet he didn't confront it nor comfort him, and I think it’s at the very least bc Will crying that hard would have definitely caused Mike to start crying himself.

I also want to add that I think supports this sort of unraveling of Mike having different assumptions about the painting at different times. Because it appears in the hospital scene with Max, based on the blocking of Will, Mike, and El according to the painting on the wall in the background, that before this moment, he may very well have assumed the painting was from Will. But upon finding out El saving Max was a miracle, the painting shifts and is suddenly behind El.

I think that’s the main issue with deciding definitely one way or another how Mike interprets what’s going down. Because arguably, his feelings about the situation could actually be evolving based on the events around him unfolding.

Now let’s move on to the Peanut Butter Smuggler line. They use this to sort of make a reference to a past version of Yuri who was revered, and irrefutably considered a hero by many’ aka the mainstream ‘I miss s1-2 Mike Wheeler’ core.

And last but definitely, almost certainly not least, they show us Yuri reaching in his coat's inner chest pocket, to pull out the reason for the issue that was causing the stalling…

And that in the context of lettergate and even pocketgate, is pretty insane.

I also noticed a lot of scenes end with 'as...' in the scripts, as it's sort of their way to emulate the smooth transitions between scenes in words. While the scene directly after this is of Max and Lucas, the scene directly after that is Mike and El in Surfer Boy, right before they eat the pineapple pizza.

'Uncertain as...' Uncertain as who?!?!?! Max uncertain about the plan she herself insisted they do? Perhaps. Or what about Mike who is very much uncertain in all of his stalling glory, not even two scenes later, after they literally just acknowledged Yuri's stalling…

A lot of the pieces are there for this to play out, so I don't really think it's a reach anymore when you really start to add it all up.

Letter to Willy is a major proof that this is important. Although Mike ‘We’ve had it this whole time’ Wheeler was referring to a pen in that moment, the pen also came from secret hero agent man’s pocket, with the number (answer) being hidden inside, and with Mike’s shirt being off in that scene, though still in the frame in the right corner.

And then there’s the whole transition from Mike in Hawkins to the mailmain in Lenora in 4x01, DONT you worry Mrs Byers, it’s coming!!

If you want to know what I think personally. I don't know....

I do feel like what would make it super easy for everyone to figure out what's going on with Mike, is for us to finally read a letter from him, and with it ending with love Mike... Like it would just be that easy. Literally all of the contents could even be written off as a friend missing his friend platonically and really struggling bc he can't reach him, with him opening up about things that we already suspected, but that he hasn't said out loud. And then by simply ending it with love Mike, the case would be closed.

It would also perhaps explain Mike's inablity to write love to El in their letters. You’d think there had to have been something that made him overthink not doing that in the first place? And arguably, him having done it for Will when he tried to write a letter(s) to him, only to end it with love, followed by panicking and making the choice to never write Will a letter and instead focus on sending them to El (bc she’s his gf) it sort of starts to add up.

I also think I have a theory for when this letter will come into play in s5.

In the flashback of Suzie getting her computer taken by her dad, the last shot is of her night stand, which has a letter from Dustin, with a watch laying on top of it, also accompanied by an alarm clock that reads 5:02… I think it’s possible we could get lettergate being addressed as early as the second episode of s5. And with all the time/clock imagery surrounding it, there’s a good chance the cliffhanger of that episode could send us straight to the time jump…

Just a theory for now based on a lot of piling evidence. But it’s all very incriminating for Mike…

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #stranger things theory #lettergate #pocketgate #byler theory

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