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antstarion · 13 days
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on love and hope in the universe, even through all the destruction
II ZW 96 galaxy collision // The Beatrice Letters - Lemony Snicket // the galaxy NGC 3256 - a wreckage after a cosmic collision // What My Bones Know - Stephanie Foo // light from a burst of star birth after a collision between galaxies // me about you // IC 1623 - two galaxies colliding // Abstract (Psychopomp) - Hozier // a pair of actively forming stars - Herbig-Haro 46/47 // Undertale
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pandoraslxna · 1 year
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hiii omg i super fucking love ur step bro neteyam fic KALAMAKKAK the things it did to me 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 IM BEGGING for more  ゜・(x ω x)・゜。
Not good enough
Stepbro Neteyam x female Omaticaya reader
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Summary: Neteyam isn’t happy about the future mate his parents have chosen for you. Afterall, no one can compare to him.
Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, stepcest (they’re not related by blood, reader is adopted), jealousy, extreme possessive behavior, light degradation kink, praise kink, queue play(?), creampie, Neteyam and reader are adults!, princess treatment, fingering, p in v
Notes: this can be read as a stand alone as well as a prequel to 'three is always unfortunate' 🫶🏻
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Tarem was a good hunter and a well respected member of the omatikaya clan. Your stepparents were certain that he would make a good mate for you. And like the good and obedient daughter that you were, you agreed to anything your parents would ask for. You believed that they always knew what was best for you, and so you didn’t even doubt for one moment, that Tarem would be a good husband to you one day.
Neteyam on the other hand, was everything but happy about his parents pick. Truth be told, he wouldn’t approve any of his parents decisions regarding your future mate. He just didn’t believe that anyone was nearly good enough for his beloved stepsister. In his eyes, you were simply perfect and none of the men in his clan deserved to call you their mate. None of them were good enough for you.
So far, none of them had even dared to talk to you anyways –thanks to your big stepbrother of course. To everyone else, including his parents, he was just your overprotective brother and nobody dared to come in between you two.
Neteyam had always been a little more affectionate with you. If he could, he’d carry you around all day. He just loved to have you close, loved to show everyone else that you two were close. He would hug you whenever he could, he’d hold your hand or kiss your cheek, he would sneak inside your marui at night to cuddle with you and sometimes you did the same. He would even carry your stuff after you or do your chores, no matter how silly it may seemed because you were definitely capable of doing them on your own– but you wouldn’t need to lift a finger when he was around.
Neteyam was definitely a little possessive of you too. Whenever a man showed the slightest interest in you, whenever a man even dared to look in your direction– Neteyam was already standing behind you, scaring them away with only a glare.
But the future Tsahik would need a mate and since no one had dared to openly speak out their interest in you, your stepparents were left with no choice but to pick a mate for you themselves. Much to his annoyance. But he wouldn’t let just anyone come in between him and his favorite girl.
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Neteyam had been looking for you all morning, since you didn’t show up at his marui at the usual time. It was a little ritual of you and him, that no matter how busy you two were, you would always make time for each other for at least an hour a day. An hour that was spend strictly with one another and nobody else. You would ride your ikrans together, go on a little hunt, explore the forest, take a swim or just sit and talk for a while. Whatever you wanted to do. In all of these years, since his parents had adopted you, neither of you had ever missed out on this.
Which is why it drove him absolutely insane to see, that the reason you were late today, was another man. Tarem. The man that his parents had chosen to become your mate. The thought alone made his stomach twist in a tight knot. Why him? You were way too good for that guy! Neteyam was sure that he wouldn’t be able to treat you as good as he did. He was your big brother, your protector. He spoiled you whenever he could, may it be through gifts, words or actions. Neteyam always made sure that you knew you were his precious little princess. You were his.
Whatever you two were talking about quickly comes to an end, once Neteyam lays his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. Your face instantly lightens up when you see him, your big doe eyes looking up at him with so much love. "Neteyam, hey!", you greet him happily. But he wasn’t even looking at you. He was straight up glaring at the man standing in front of you both, with his ears flat against his head. He greets you with a small kiss to your temple, still glaring at that poor man. "I’ve been looking for my baby sister, thought you missed our date. Where have you been all morning, hm?" The eye contact he was holding with Tarem as he spoke was scary, yet you didn’t even realize. You somehow never realized when he did those things, blinded by the pure adoration and love you had for your older brother. "Oh, I’m so sorry 'Teyam. I’ve been talking to Tarem and totally forgot the time!" Neteyam knew you were speaking the truth. You would never lie to him.
Tarem swallows thickly, seemingly nervous before he greets your brother, "I see you, Neteyam. Great warrior, son of toruk makto and future olo’eyktan, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Save your breath", Neteyam quickly waves him off with a stern look on his face, "You’re not good enough for my little sister."
Almost immediately, your eyebrows furrow and you gasp, not used to your stepbrother being so unprovoked rude, "Neteyam!"
But before you can protest, he had already grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you away, leaving a poor, dumbstruck Tarem behind.
Neteyam half marches and half carries you away from him, away from the village and to a lonely spot somewhere in the forest. It was rare to see him this angry, especially while you were near, which was why you‘d followed him without further questions or complains. But when he’d finally let your arm go, you couldn’t stay silent anymore.
"'Teyam, dad said—", you begin but your stepbrother was quick to interrupt you.
"I don’t care about what dad said. He’s not good enough for you. End of story." He was yelling at you and you can’t help the way your bottom lip begins to tremble. Neteyam had never yelled at you like this.
Once he realizes his mistake, he cups your face, his thumbs gently stroking over your cheeks. "Oh, cupcake don’t cry", he sighs, "I‘m sorry for yelling at you, I didn’t mean to."
"Are you mad at me?", you sniffle and Neteyam could feel his heart squeeze tight in his chest. He gives a small kiss to the tip of your nose before he reassures you, "I‘m not mad at you, I promise. But I don’t want you to spend any more time with that guy, okay? I don’t like him."
"But– But he’s supposed to become my mate! Dad said I should get to know him better before we—"
"So I‘m not enough for you?", he interrupts you again, "You have me, is your big bro not enough for you anymore?"
"You will always be enough for me, but…", you struggle to find the right words.
"But what? Why do you even need a mate when you have me? I can give you everything that he can and more. You don’t need him, he‘ll never be good enough for you anyways", he tells you and it sounded so desperate, like he was really scared to loose you to another man. Which was ridiculous, because you would always be his.
"‘Teyam, you know that’s not what this is about…", you sigh, leaning against the warm touch of his palms that were still holding your face.
"What? Because he can fuck you?", Neteyam scoffs and your eyes widen in shock, your cheeks instantly burning up in bright red. "Neteyam!"
"You think I can’t do that?", he tilts his head and some of his braids sway over his shoulder with the movement, "You think the only thing your big bro can’t give you is a good fuck and that’s why you’re so desperate to find yourself a mate, hm?"
Your mouth opens and closes, but no words seem to come out as you stare at him, dumbstruck. Neteyam looks at you, a smug grin on his face and it takes several seconds for you to gather your thoughts and form and coherent response. "T-That’s not what I meant!"
"Is it not?", he smiles as if he already knew the answer to it, "I know you better than you know yourself, sweetheart. I know everything about you. I know all your dirty little secrets, all the things you like and the things you don’t. I know that the name you whimper in your sleep isn’t his and you know damn well that he isn’t the one you want."
"That’s not true!", you protest, "Mum and dad have chosen him for me and, and—"
"Do you think he could even make you cum?" He was straight up teasing you now. He didn’t even try to hide it anymore, inching closer with every word. With every step that he took closer to you, you took a step back –until your back made contact with the trunk of a big tree.
"That guy couldn’t make you feel the way that I would, if you’d just gave me chance to proof it", Neteyams voice was low as he continued, "I could make you feel so good, baby. Just let your big brother show you how you’re supposed to be treated, yeah?"
You swallow thickly at his words and you don’t even mean to, but your gaze lands on his lips for just a split second and thats all he needed from you. He almost looses himself right there when he crashes his lips against yours. Your small arms wrap themselves around his neck and you desperately try to make yourself taller by standing on your tip toes, holding him as close as you can and he can’t help but chuckle against your lips. The kiss is soft at first, almost lovingly, but Neteyam‘s starving– starving for you. He barely gave you time to breathe before he was curling his tongue around yours. Your lips are smooth, warm and you taste so incredibly sweet that he groans into the kiss.
When Neteyam eventually breaks away, you mindlessly tried to chase his lips before your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him, face flushed red, lips swollen and wet with salvia. You looked like a desperate mess, all for him and no one else. The sight alone was almost too much for him to handle.
His hands then slowly begin to untie your top, but when it falls to the ground, you instinctively cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover yourself. Your brother playfully tsks at that, "Don’t get shy on me now, pretty girl. There’s nothing I haven’t seen before anyways." And you know he was right. He had seen you naked countless of times, when you were swimming together or bathed in the river or when it was simply too hot to sleep with any clothes on.
Hesitantly, you lower your arms and expose your chest to him. A smile stretches over his lips at the sight of your soft looking breasts and he reaches out to touch and knead them. His thumb gently brushes over your nipple to pull these sweet little gasps out of you. The ones that he usually only heard when you were having those special kind of dreams or were touching yourself, without knowing that your stepbrother was just pretending to be asleep right next to you.
When he tugs on your nipple, you can’t help the moan fall from your parted lips and Neteyam could feel his cock throb at the sound. He then makes quick work getting rid of the only piece of clothing he wore, discarding his loincloth to the mossy forest floor. Your gaze instantly falls to his cock, standing hard and proud in the air. There was already a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip and you can’t help the way your mouth waters from just looking at it. Neteyam seems to realize that as well, now leaning in close so his lips were almost touching your ear as he spoke, "C‘mon, baby, touch it. It’s okay."
Carefully, you reach your hands out to touch his hard length. He‘s heavy in your palms, too big for you to entirely close your hands around it. You give him an experimental stroke, ever so slowly that his hips buck and you could feel it twitch in your hands. Neteyam grunts in pleasure. The friction of your soft palms was so pleasurable to him, that some of his pre-cum spilled over and dribbled down to land on your thigh. "Yeah just like that. See, I’m all hard for you", he whispers against the shell of your ear and you shudder, clenching your thighs together to gain some desperately needed friction yourself.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, where your skin is so soft and he can’t help but kiss and suck on it, leaving dark purple marks for Tarem to see and hopefully make him never want to talk to you ever again.
"'Teyam", you really had the nerve to whimper his name like that, like a plea for him to do something– anything, whatever he’d like. You would take it all, he was sure of it. Because you were his good girl. The absolute best.
"What’s wrong, my precious baby sister, hm? Tell me what you want", he says with a grin on his face and your cheeks turn pink as you’re forced to word it out. "M-More, please. Want more…" It’s barely above a whisper but Neteyam knows. He would know what you need, even without words.
His fingers slip under the waistline of your loincloth and he pulls it down, leaving you completely exposed before him. Neteyam‘s eyes widen slightly and then his eyes are narrowing in on you, like a predator catching sight of its prey, as he took you all in. Your tail nervously sways from side to side as you squirm under his intense gaze.
"You’re so pretty, baby", he sighs, his eyes fixed on your core, "There’s no way anyone else will ever be allowed to see that cute little pussy of yours, except for me." He then reaches out and gently slides a finger through your folds, collecting your slickness and smearing it up to your clit, where he lazily rubs a few slow circles. Instantly, your hips jerk forward to meet his touch.
Knowing that he was the reason for the slickness between his stepsisters legs made Neteyam feel dizzy. At first you were subtle about it, but now you desperately tried to grind against his palm, tears pricking at your eyes when his touch isn't enough anymore.
Neteyam chuckles and closes his teeth around your earlobe, briefly. He’s careful with the sharp tips of his canine grazing across your skin and you shiver under his touch again.
He hisses when he finally slides a finger into your waiting cunt and you moan, so sweet that it makes his cock twitch in your palms. He swiftly adds another finger, his pace increasing as he brings you to a begging, tear-eyed mess. The sound of your whines and moans start to increase in volume, your hands leaving his cock to find leverage on his arms. He adds his thumb to draw tight circles on the tiny pearl between your folds and instantly, he feels your knees buckle.
With a sound somewhere between a laugh and a purr, he curves his fingers a little more and thrusts them faster, matching the rhythm of his thumb until you’re moaning his name like a prayer.
"See how good I can make you feel? You think Tarem could do that?", he asks rhetorically and with a smug grin on his face. He could feel that you were close, your spongy walls pulling his digits further in and then he flicks his thumb one last time and you falls apart with a silent scream. "There you go, my sweet girl", he encourages and holds you firm against the tree trunk when your legs finally give out, "That’s it. Feels so fucking good right? Hm I bet it does, can feel you squeeze my fingers." You can only nod your head at that, face flushed and teeth biting into your lower lip to prevent yourself from being too loud.
He then slides his fingers out of you, in awe of the strings of slick connecting them. Your legs feel like jelly and you have to stable yourself on his forearms, your breathing still rapid from your orgasm. Neteyam leans forward to whisper lowly in your ear, "I‘m gonna make you feel even better now, would you like that? You’re gonna let your big bro fuck you?"
"Y-Yes", you splutter, a little ashamed that you answered him so quickly, "Please 'Teyam, I need it so bad."
"I know, baby, I know", he chuckles lightly.
His hands blindly find the underside of your knees and then he lifts you off the ground. You clutch to him, your arms thrown around his neck and legs instinctively wrapped around Neteyam’s middle. Like this, you could already feel the thick head of his cock prodding against your slick entrance. With both hands on your bottom, he carefully sinks you down on his length. He presses himself past your tight opening and further inside and relishes in the obscene sounds that you make. He let’s you whine at the stretch, moan with the effort of taking his cock and sweat beading on your forehead. "You’re so tight. Fuck– but you’re taking me so well, like you were made for me. That cute little pussy was made to take my cock, just mine and no one else’s", he moans once he has fully bottomed out.
Your stepbrother fucks you in shallow thrusts at first. Three inches in before he draws all the way out. You cling to his shoulders, your thighs framing his hips. It’s just moans and heavy breathing and the sound of flesh against flesh echoing through the forest for a while.
Vaguely, you feel yourself leak more and more of your slickness and your body welcomes him with every stroke. Snapping his hips forward, you moan out loud. Each pounding thrust he gives you knocks the very air from your lungs and you can feel yourself tightening even more. He slowly begins to set up a brutal rhythm, pistoning in and out of your body roughly, the tip of his cock pressing against your g-spot at just the right angle.
"'Teyam, feel’s so good, you’re gonna make me cum", you brabble out between high pitched moans. Hearing you call his name like that when you were squeezing him so tight had awakened a very primal part of him. Neteyam wants to mark you, to claim you, and so he reaches behind your back, feeling for your braided hair. With your tswin in hand, he presents those tiny, pinkish tendrils in front of your face. Your eyes widen when he sticks his salvia covered tongue out, teasing to touch them. "N-No, not there it’s— ah!", you squeak when he actually does, your tendrils making contact with that warm, wet muscle and it felt like he was actually fucking your brain out now. Simultaneously, his cock thrusts up into you and you choke on a moan. "Yes, yes right– right there, right there", you could feel that familiar, addicting, tension building up in your core and like the teasing big brother that he was, Neteyam chuckles.
He retreats his tongue, but swiftly moves to grab his own tswin and holds both of their ends close together. The tips of your tendrils dare to touch at any second and you’re too lost in your own pleasure to even think about the consequences. The coil in your stomach tightens dangerously, prompting you to curl your toes while he presses you harder against the tree. Your back stings from the friction of your soft skin against the rough bark, but you’re far too fucked out to care.
"Where, baby? Right here?", Neteyam thrusts up in you particularly hard and— he connects them, forming the tsaheylu bond.
Neteyam watches your eyes roll back into your head, your mind completely overcome by the sensations coursing through your body that you’re unable to respond to him with words, while his own eyes dilate. Both of you were now feeling not only your own, but also the other ones pleasure. And that’s enough to finally drive you over the edge. You cum with a sound that’s a mixture between a sob and a moan and your arms around him tighten enough to make him unable to breathe for a few seconds.
"Holy shit", Neteyam groans as he continues to pound into you, unable to think of anything else asides from the way your walls tighten around his throbbing cock. "Gonna cum inside you. Can’t hold back, I just need to fill you up, gonna fuck my cum into you and— ah shit!" He plunges into you, one, two, three more times and then follows you, coming with a groan of your name, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He fills you with his cum, all the way to the hilt and he could literally feel you feel it, thanks to the tsaheylu bond connecting you both.
He shivers once he has pumped the last bit of his pleasure into you, feeling it leak around his cock and dribble down his balls.
"Fuck", Neteyam exhales a shaky breath, once’s he’s able to form articulated words again, "You better keep it in there, pretty girl. Want you to walk back to Tarem with my cum dripping down your legs and tell him to fuck off, understand?"
You could only hum in agreement, a tired sigh leaving your lips as you continued to cling to him, relishing in the warmth and comfort of his body as he held you close.
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astronomysturniolos · 2 months
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chris sturniolo x book lover gf-reader!!
admiration in silence
summary: chris loves you, and your reading habits, but what happens when you can’t concentrate anymore because he can’t contain himself from distracting u? (fluff)
warnings: none
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as the sun sets, it gets darker in my room, the only light source are my fairy lights draped over my white walls. the sunset casts a perfect, yellow cast on chris’s face, as he scrolls mindlessly on his phone, laying facing me. i’m sitting up, reading the new book he bought me. he loves buying me books, or really anything. he thinks it’s “mad cute” that i read, and he’s so entertained by it he keeps buying me more to the point that it’s almost covered my whole book shelve. his love language is definitely buying me things. at first i hated it, but i’ve grown to love it now that we’ve been dating for around 8 months.
i’m so engulfed with my book, i don’t even notice that the random sounds from his phone had suddenly stopped until i feel his hand start to gently caress my arm, causing me to shiver.
“what are you doing, chris?” i say kind of in an annoyed tone, which is totally fake because i can never be annoyed at him. “nothing ma, just keep reading” he says not connecting eye contact with me, instead focused on my arm, which is now coated in goosebumps.
i try to focus on my book, but i keep losing my spot, too focused on his touch. “chrisss.” i say, dragging the s out. “what baby?” he asks, lightly chuckling. “you’re distracting me.” “i don’t care.” he says still not lifting his gaze and hand away from my arm.
after a while i begin to get into my book, until i hear the snap of a camera. my head quickly turns to him. “CHRIS.” i yell, laughing slightly. “i’m sorry you just look too cute, ma” he says smiling at the picture on his phone.
i put my bookmark into my page, and drop it onto my nightstand. laying facing him as he sets his phone down on the bed and finally looks at me. his goofy smile widening and i smile too, a blush creeping on my face. i dig my head into his chest as he kisses the top of my head, and brushes his fingers through my hair. “i love your hair.” he states “i love everything about you actually, is that weird?” he asks, but it’s not really a question because he doesn’t really care. “well then call me a wierdo because i love everything about you too” i say, slightly muffled, considering my face is still in his chest, and his hands are still in my hair. he laughs, and then it goes quiet for a minute. a comfortable silence actually. then he whispers “i love you baby. so much.” if i thought i couldn’t fall in love even more with him, i was lying. “i love u to chris.” i say tiredly. we stay in that position, laying with each other, until we fall asleep, intertwined like we were made for each other.
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anna speaks: this would be so me coded if he gave me one chance🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻i lowkey hate this, bc i kinda rushed but anyways hope yall liked this🤗🤗feedback is very appreciated!!
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cheonstapes · 6 months
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😝 omg I absolutely loved the way u wrote spider barbie!!! Thanks again so much!! 💕✨
If it’s not too much of a bother, I would like to send in another request lol. 😅 (unless there’s a limit on how many requests can be sent, I completely understand 😊)
I would like to request Miguel O’Haraxfem!Jessica rabbit inspired reader. She’s the most beautiful & generous spider woman across the multiverse, which makes sense since she’s also the most desired among the spiders. Maybe one day she’s hanging out w/ her friends (Miles, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, & Peter) at the spider society cafeteria when everyone in the group could be discussing their Valentine’s Day plans. Until they decide to ask her if she has a date or any upcoming plans (The spider gang not knowing she’s already married to Miguel 😂) When asked she just zones out and has flashbacks about all the multiple dates her and miguel went on throughout the multiverse, including the spicy times they shared together~ 😉
When asked again, she lets them know tht she’s already in an established relationship w/ Miguel; which makes the spider gang’s jaws drop bcuz even though miguel is a good looking guy they can’t understand how a ray of sunshine like her ended up with someone as serious and angry like Miguel 😂
The spider gang could ask: “What do u see in tht guy?!?!” 😱 Spider-reader: “He makes me laugh..😏”
Thanks again! 😊🙏🏻
miguel o'hara stars in... 'WAIT...YOU'RE ROGER RABBIT?' (°ロ°) !
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a/n ~ i absolutely love jessica rabbit, girlboss, she's so hot. TYSM for this request my love!!!! there's never a limit ( ` ω ´ ) send as many as you want bby 💗 i went a little overboard but this was so fun to write!! ALSO ITS MIGUELS BIRTHDAY!!
summary; it's valentine's day at hq, and everyone can't help but wonder why you're still single.
pairing; miguel o'hara x reader
wc; 2.3k+
cw; FLUFF!! SMUT!!, secret relationship, pining, no one can believe you n miguel are together, loss of virginity, m!masturbation, pillow fuckin, fleshlights, miguel fucks an ai you, first time, established relationship, reader is very popular, day dreaming abt miguel (real), they're just in love, nawt proofread - crying over this
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valentine’s day at hq was always fun - for you least.
every year since you joined the spider society it seemed like the gifts would multiply - what stared out as some cute cards and a couple boxes of chocolate eventually turned into bouquets of roses, teddies, gifts, and even declaration’s of love. it was all flattering, honestly. to know that so many people admired you was a great feeling, even if you can’t reciprocate - it’s the sentiment that counts. but unfortunately you were already spoken for - by none other than your own boss, your fiancé, miguel. 
having started with such a beloved reputation was one of the main reasons your husband-to-be actually avoided you at first. it was like you had your own personal fan club - spiders’ following you around where you go, people offering to by you lunch, begging miguel to put you on a mission with them, showering you with compliments. you were really irritating to him, another distraction he didn’t have the time to deal with - not that he wanted to anyway. well, that was until he did. 
gradually, he started to notice how your eyes would light up when you’d see something you like, how you’d wear that one perfume thats scent would linger a bit too long in the air, ages after you’ve already sped off down the hallway. he warmed up to you eventually, leading to you two spending a lot more time together. little dates in the different universes, him picking up a little souvenir for you on missions and you doing the same - eventually leading to you two moving in together, and then him proposing. keeping you two’s relationship a secret was a decision that you both had to make, considering how popular you were and that miguel’s your boss. so every valentine’s day, you both celebrate together privately in miguel’s nueva york condo - exchanging gifts and kisses, drinking till you fall asleep in each other’s arms. this year, however, was a little different. 
hiding a relationship isn’t the easiest thing in the word, especially at a time like this - when all you want to do is pounce on your fiancé every time you see him ’n kiss him till you’re both breathless. it was getting tiring. it’s the day of love and you can’t do the one thing the day is about, love someone. you’d both send lingering glances at each other throughout the day, sneaky touches when no one’s looking, maybe even a few quick make out sesh’s in miguel’s office. you both knew you wouldn’t make it through the rest of the day, eventually separating as you sat in the canteen with some of your spider-friends - ones miguel wasn’t very keen on eating lunch with, leading to him retreating back to his office alone. 
the table was buzzing as everyone mentioned their plans for the day - miles taking gwen to his universe on a little day out that he swears isn’t a date, pav and gayatri going to her new movie, peter and mj having someone babysit mayday so they can go on a long-overdue date, and hobie - well, he doesn’t believe in valentine’s, i guess. you so badly wanted to join in, silently chewing on your ’spider-man 2099’ themed burger. your fiancé was basically everywhere, how can you not miss him - even if he’s just a couple minutes walk from you. it was bittersweet, to say the least, to listen to your friends so passionately- 
“hey, y/n, any plans this year? please tell me you’re finally dating someone.” the sudden voice made you jump, eyes widening as you look at the culprit, a sly smile on her face. “uhhh, n-no not really.” that was a lie. the whole table groaned their complaints, all still in disbelief that you’re still not seeing anyone. “you serious? love, look at you - and look at them.” hobie gestures to the crowd forming behind the table, all of them holding some sort of gift for you - some more…extravagant than the rest. “there’s no way that you can’t find someone, babe.” i mean, technically, he was right - you could practically get anyone you wanted. but, you already got what you want, and that’s miguel. 
he’s your everything. despite the turbulent start you both had, it was all worth it in the end. miguel loves like you’re his last - which you are, and his first too - in all aspects. hearing your boss was a virgin was even more shocking then him admitting his feelings for you - cause, like, how? you tried so hard not to laugh, he couldn’t be serious. it turns out he was very, very, very serious. you felt so bad, running up to him and holding him tightly - reassuring him that is was ok, that there was nothing wrong with being a virgin no matter his age. you took it slow for the first few months, nothing more than heated kisses and a bit of groping but it never went further than that. to be honest, you were scared. miguel was nothing short of impatient to feel you, to finally sink his cock into you after centuries of you denying him of that. you knew, of course, how desperate he was - but it was a big deal to you. the thing was, you were a virgin too. it was too sudden to mention so you went with keeping it a secret, but damn was it getting harder to not give in. the thought of him leaving after fucking you was at the forefront of your mind, you obviously knew he wouldn’t - but men are still men, right?
when he did find out, it went a hell of a lot better than you expected it to. both of you deciding to take your time learning each other’s bodies, exploring new likes and dislikes, discovering new kinks, and overall - strengthening the love you both hold for each other. your first time was magical. it was exactly three years ago now, on valentines day, sprawled out on miguel’s plush, king sized bed.
“f-fhhuck, feels so good, baby. are…are you doing ok, sweetheart?”
he was so attentive, making sure you felt as comfortable as possible, constantly asking if you’re feeling alright. it couldn’t have been more perfect. miguel’s large frame engulfed you as you sat in his. lap, his body pressed against the headboard. holding you close, he guided your hips slowly against his slick cock, the stretch momentarily caused a sharp pain to run through your body - miguel soothing you with sweet, wet kisses down the side of your sweaty neck. his large hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, waist, gently kneading your ass. the room felt hot, sweat mixing together as your hips move in tandem with his own - it was a prime example of love making. breathless kisses were shared, lips slotting together sloppily as you rode him eagerly - you were such a sight on top of him, a goddess sent just for him. “mig- baby, you’re so- shit, you’re so perfect.” no, you were perfect. soft skin pressing against his solid body, tits rubbing on his - slick running down his length. your moans were like a chorus of angels singing down to him, his heart almost pounding out of his chest from the love he feels for you. 
sharing a moment like this together was a turning point in your relationship. giving each other your virginities, connecting in a way you will never experience with anyone else - you were made for each other. his hips sped up, slamming into your sore cunt as he wrapped his arms around your waist. digging his feet into the soft sheets and pulling your hot body into his, lips latching onto your jaw. you still couldn’t believe he was a virgin before he met you. the way he moved, the way his tip would hit that one spot deep by your cervix, the way his thick fingers would caress your aching nipples - he had to have had some sort of experience. but the truth was, miguel had little to no sex drive. not feeling compelled at all to even rub one off, he was too busy after all - trying to keep the multiverse in tact. that all changed when he met you. suddenly, in his 30 years of living, did he have his first wet dream - and it was about you. 
he felt like a teenager again, learning things for the first time. watching porn for the first time was something, spending hours looking for a woman who looks somewhat like you - much to the interest and concern of LYLA. this was very serious to him, knowing that he would eventually fuck you - he would spend all his free time learning how to please you properly. tutorials, articles, and just plain amateur porn were his best friends. he would practice with his pillow, even buying a fleshlight to stick between it to just make it a little bit more realistic. at one point, he felt like he completely lost it. spending months learning how to fuck you wasn’t making him feel any better, he didn’t feel like he really knew how to please you. so what did he do? he made a holographic version of you, of course!
programming it to be exactly like you, using your measurements from when he made your suit to get your body as accurate as possible. it wasn’t really you, but it was good enough. he still had to work out the kinks but he was getting there. he ditched the porn completely, using ai you to progress instead. fucking an ai isn’t as easy as you think, but it was enough to help him figure out what positions he wants you in, even what ones you’d like statistically. miguel never did end up telling you about it, keeping ai you locked away in a secret folder. he was no stranger in letting you know how obsessed he was with you, but this was just embarrassing to him - and knowing you, he would never live this down. but don’t worry, LYLA’s always here to remind him time and time again. 
miguel was never the same after he lost his virginity to you - he became insatiable. it was like a switch flipped in his brain and suddenly he was always horny for you, quickies in his office becoming daily occurrences. speaking of quickies, you could feel his cum from earlier pooling in your panties right now- 
“yn? YN! is she- is she ok?” oh…you were at lunch still. everyone at the table was staring at. you with raised brows, silently intimidating you into spilling what you were so engrossed in to the point where you missed the whole conversation. you obviously weren’t about to tell them you were just thinking of their boss fucking you into next week, like come on - think about the kids, guys. “i…i, uh- it was nothing really. sorry about that, just zoned out for a sec.” it was something, someone as a matter of fact. you might as well tell them, what’s the harm in it? you’re only gonna get absolutely bombarded by everyone and anyone in hq but that’s the least of your worries. the table had seemingly moved on, chatting about their plans again before you jumped in - “actually, i do have plans.” that certainly got their attention. all eyes were on you, even the crowd still lingering behind perked up at your comment, leaning closer to hear what you had to say. 
“me ’n miguel were just gonna stay ho-“ 
“MIGUEL?!”
gasps. that’s all you could hear. everyones jaws were dropped, blinking their eyes at you like a bunch of frogs. “what? am i not allowed to spend time with my fiancé-“
“FIANCÈ?!”
it’s like every time you spoke it got worse, the table erupting in shouts of disbelief - it was getting difficult to speak over them, the constant questions being thrown at you were overwhelming to say the least. you weren’t obligated to explain yourself, love is love - even if it’s between someone as lovely and sweet as you, and someone as moody and feral as miguel. you guys made it work and that’s all that matters! someone else had something to say on the matter though, the commotion prompting miguel to emerge out of his cave and head straight to you.
“as i was saying, he’s my fiancé, we always spend valentines together. miguel is a great guy. yeah, he’s an asshole - but you just gotta get to know him.” you’re not wrong, miguel certainly seems to agree. the table went silent, staring up at his figure looming over you. “i don’t appreciate you guys harassing my wife. now, if you have no further questions - we have plans tonight, that don’t involve people prying into our privacy.” you spun around in your seat, looking up at him sheepishly. his eyes seemed to warm up at bit, a large hand reaching out to you - one that you immediately take. he held you close to him, interlocking your fingers tightly as he addressed the table. “and…our wedding is next year. you’re all only invited ‘cause she wanted you guys there. do not disappoint her.” with that, he turns on his heels, dragging you along with him - he didn’t want to deal with them anymore, not when he had the rest of the day to spend loving you instead. 
“baby, y’sure you’re ok with everyone knowing about…us?” that was a stupid question. of course he was, you’re his - and he’s yours. “you’re about to be my wife cari��o, todo el mundo necesita saber que estás fuera de los límites - ‘specially that fuckin’ fan club of yours.” he was such a big baby, pouting like that. “oh my god! you’re jealous of a bunch of kids who have a little crush on me, babe. ‘sides, i think it’s quite cute - i got so much chocolate this year-“
“throw them away, i’m getting you all that and more.”
-cariño, todo el mundo necesita saber que estás fuera de los límites - sweetheart, everyone needs to know you're off limits
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-the miguel figure on my dresser says hi!
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cillianhead · 6 months
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Maybe you could give us some Sub!Tommy? 🙏🏻
Hello lovie, of course! I've been thinking about this ask all day and I've been very excited to write it.
Enjoy! Disfrutar!
Ambrosia || Sub! Thomas Shelby x Reader
warnings: SMUT!!! sort of fluffy and loving, breastfeeding kink (is that a thing?), reader is lactating and tommy drinks her milk, unprotected p in v, praise kink, vulgar language, reader's breasts are described as somewhat large, mild breeding kink, very extremely light mommy kink, adult content.
18+ Minors DNI
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"Need some lovin'." Tommy's gravelly voice, standing in the doorway, startling you from where you were standing over your son's cradle. You had just managed to put him to sleep, placing your finger over your lip and going Shh at Tommy before double checking your baby was asleep before waltzing over to your husband. He had a look in his eyes, one you had never quite seen before. "Please, mama."
"What is it, Tommy?" You reached up, massaging the back of his neck as you shut the nursery door behind you as gently as possible before leading him into your shared bedroom. He kissed you, needily. You could feel how desperate he was. Pulling away exasperated from the kiss. "What's wrong, Thomas? Tell me." You pushed him down lightly on the bed so he was sitting, straddling his hips and gently combing your fingers through his hair.
"Just stressed... I've missed you." He grunted, nuzzling his nose into your neck, placing his hands on your hips, the same ones who birthed his newest baby. "Need you to calm me down, love, need you to take care of me."
You just smiled sweetly at him, feeling him take in your scent. Tommy was a strong man, showing a rough exterior to the rest of the world but with you, he was soft and emotional. He smiled when he was with you. He let you see every vulnerable part of him. "Oh baby," You caressed his cheekbone. "I'll take care of you, my love."
He hummed as he placed a kiss on your neck, you sucked in a breath as you pulled your top over your head. The shirt was dirty anyway, throwing it onto the ground. The shirt had been stained by your leaky tits. "Can I?" Tommy asked, cupping your heavy tits in his hands, a little bit of milk dripped out. "Can I please have some?"
You nodded your head, letting out a low moan of both relief and pleasure as he sucked on your nipples, drinking your sweet milk. Tommy's eyes fluttered shut, groaning into your breasts, pleased with the feeling of your tit in his mouth. You just whimpered. "That's it, Tommy, such a good boy..." You moaned, grounding your cunt down on his thigh which he flexed. He switched to the other one, latching on perfectly as he rubbed his thumb on the other perky nipple. "F-Fuck... feels so good, baby." You could feel him smirk against you, milk dripping down his chin as he continued to drink, taking all he can get. You could feel his muscles relax beneath you, this was clearly calming for him and it was relieving for you, your swollen boobs were constantly sore these days, despite how much your son drank, your boobs would just keep filling up with more and more milk.
"Th-Thank you... thank you so much," Tommy pulled away with a satisfied smile, pupils blown wide with pleasure. His lips covered in milk, the white substance trickling down his chin as he reached up and wiped it across his mouth. "It's so fuckin' sweet, like nectar, think I could live off of it if you let me." He gave your tits a loving kiss.
"Oh Tommy..." You cooed, pushing him down onto the bed gently. You could tell he needed soft gentle love tonight, you could tell he needed you to take control for once. So you straddled his waist, running your hands lovingly down his already bare chest. Tommy just blushed as he kept his eyes on your swollen tits, still slightly leaking milk, he ran a thumb across them and licked the residue off of his fingertip. "Gonna make you feel better, okay? Gonna take care of my baby." You gave him sweet doe eyes as you pulled his trousers down, just enough so his achey cock was free. "Tell me how badly you need me, Tommy."
He bucked up into your clothed cunt, whining pathetically. "Need you so badly, please, Y/N..." Moaning as he watched you slip your underwear to the side, not quite putting himself inside you, instead grinding your glistening pussy on the head of his prick. You put on a little show for him, teasing him and smearing the precum across your folds. "Please! Fuckin' hell, please, need to be inside you at least, please, mama, please... let me have ya."
"Sound so pretty when you beg for me, Tommy," You said before sinking down on his cock, moaning at how deep he was inside you. He jerked underneath you, needing some kind of movement but you just remained still, smirking at his desperation. "Oh sweet baby, you want it that bad?" Leaning down and placing a warm kiss on his pretty mouth, the palms of your hand planted firmly down on his chest as you raised your hips up and then sunk back down on him. Your tongues tying together as he groaned into the kiss.
You lifted your body back up so you could ride him better. "Tell me how good I'm makin' you feel, Tommy..." You moaned as you ground your hips back and forth, throwing your head back at the feeling of his dick deep within you. "Maybe I'll give you another baby, is that what you want?"
"Y-Yes! Please..." His hands held firmly onto your hips. "You feel so good, feels incredible... so fucking wet." Tommy was whimpering each time you moved back and forth, it was so cute. "You looked so pretty..." He whined. "Looked so pretty when... when you were full of m'baby." Tommy's eyes rolled into the back of his head as you picked up your pace, trying his best to remain composed but fucking hell, the way your sweet pussy squeezed around him was enough to make him lose his mind.
"Doing so good for me, baby, good boy," You praised smugly, chasing your own pleasure as you continued to move up and down with him, your own hands slithered up your waist, teasing over your own nipples. Tommy watched you touch yourself through hooded eyes of pleasure, too fucked out to say anything else. God he should let you take control more often, he thought. "Gonna cum, want you to cum with me, alright? Can you do that for me?"
Tommy just nodded with watery eyes. You sank down on him with a cry as you came on him, his own seed shooting up into you, both writhing with pleasure. When you pulled off him, he let out a soft cry, hissing at the cold air of the room on his sensitive fucked out cock and you laid beside him, lovingly placing kisses along his jaw. and throat
"Tommy," You whispered, he limply turned his head towards you. "I love you. You're my everything. You did amazing, I'm so proud of you."
"Mmmm," He hummed, eyes heavy with sleep. "Love you... love you so much." Tommy reached out his hand to grab you by the waist before popping your tit back into his mouth again, sipping your sweet sweet ambrosia.
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<3 (sorry if there any mistakes, i wrote this sort of half asleep myself.)
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norrizzandpia · 8 months
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London Boy (LN4)
Summary: In which she falls in love with a London boy as an American girl
Warnings: mentions of family trauma, but it’s really light, FLUFFFFFFFFFFF
Note: I promise I will stop doing song imagines. I already have a regular imagine in the works, THIS ONE WAS JUST TOO GOOD TO PASS UP 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Word Count: 4,377
I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal and you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee Whiskey, but something happened. I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent.
When Y/n had been invited to the British Grand Prix, she was as excited as she could be. She wasn’t really educated when it came to F1, seeing as she had only heard of it twice in all her life. Nonetheless, it was a girls trip with her best friends, Paige and Lily, so she was eager to go anyway.
However, as she stood in the middle of the Paddock with coffee down her shirt and jeans, her views on the sport turned sour. The moment had transpired in seconds as she hurriedly walked down the street with her friends to get to their suite. She had heard a group of men laughing, one of the laughs standing out as more of a cackle, before her shoulder was crashing into another’s and hot liquid was seeping into her clothes.
“Shit!” The clothes clung to her, burning her body completely. Her eyes snapped up to be met with the chin of a man wearing orange, her gaze moving up to be met with dimples that were disappearing rapidly.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” His British accent bled into his voice as he frantically gave her a once over, assessing for damage.
She would have been more mad if she hadn’t found him so attractive. His tan skin and muscular body only lessened the fuel in her fire as she listened to his charming british accent.
“I can pay for the clothes.” He said once more, sounding as if he was trying to grab her attention.
Her eyes met his, “Um, no, it’s okay.” She pulled at the clothes, shifting uncomfortably under the still scalding temperature.
“Here, my teammate’s girlfriend probably has something you can change into. I can take you to her if that works?” He asked timidly, gesturing around like she was near.
Y/n tilted her head, “Your teammate?”
She really had no knowledge of the sport. She assumed each brand had one driver because, in her mind, why would they need more?
The man chuckled as her American accent dawned on him and he realized she had no clue who he was, “Yeah, you can bring your friends if you want?” He tried once more, looking behind her.
The girl glanced over her shoulder, her friends’ mouths gaping open as they quickly nodded their heads for them to go with him, “Okay, that works.”
Lily held up a pair of blue jeans and a black bodycon shirt with a smile, “Try these on?”
Y/n smiled timidly, her friends were seemingly freaking out over the people in the room, but she didn’t understand why, “Thank you.”
Thankfully, the clothes fit her well, hugging her waist and doing wonders for the curves of her body. Stepping out of the bathroom and back into the room, she found Paige, Lily, and Teammate’s Lily as well as the man she had come to know, Lando.
“Better?” He asked as he walked up to her with an apologetic smile.
She returned it, “Yeah, a lot.”
They continued looking at each other for a few moments before Paige was clearing her throat and the two were separating. As the three girls grouped together, moving out of the room and toward the exit, Lando’s loud voice flooded their ear drums.
“Y/n! Wait!” His accent yelled as he ran over to them. Catching his breath with his phone in hand, he looked at Y/n with a toothy grin, “Let me take you out to dinner as an apology?”
The two girls beside her gasped as she nodded and put her number in his phone.
They say home is where the heart is, but that’s not where mine lives. Ya know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon. He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you.
If you had told the y/h/c haired girl that day on the Paddock that the man who had spilled caffeine on her was successful and talented Lando Norris, driver for Mclaren, she would have laughed in your face. After multiple dates together and Lando feeling guilty at her still clueless self, he informed her of his rather rare occupation. She had been taken aback, not seeing him as some famous celebrity who had girls falling at his feet. He was so down to Earth and nice, even when she knew, she didn’t believe it.
It was around 5 months into the relationship when he asked her to come visit him on his vacation to London, telling her he wanted to show her around his hometown. Over the phone, she had asked him if this was his way of asking her to meet his family and she could hear the shy smile in his voice as he said, “What would you say if I said ‘yes’?”
With a smile on her face, she had excitedly told him to tell her when and she’d be there. Bags in hand at 4 AM, she had said goodbye to her best friends and assured them she would call every night over the next 2 weeks to fill them in on her “whirlwind romance with a celeb”. Their words, not hers.
To say she was giddy when her eyes met him from across Heathrow was an understatement. The way his glasses, baseball cap, and face mask failed to hide his smiling face and ecstatic demeanor warmed her heart. Instead of running over to him like she knew the both of them wanted, she walked cooly in his direction, not wanting to draw any attention to him and the relationship they were trying to keep under wraps. Upon reaching him, his arms wrapped around her middle, his face burying in her neck and inhaling the scent he had missed so much, as the two whispered words of longing and love in the other’s ear.
When he pulled back and his eyes landed on her smile, he tilted his head and gazed at the feature on her face he had grown to adore so much.
“Lando,” She giggled as her eyes clocked the way he lingered on her beam. His name on her lips forced him to move his eyes up, meeting hers and sparkling as they took the quiet moment for themselves.
Shining with adoration and yearning, his eyes said way more than he let on, “I missed you, my love.”
Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates, so I guess all the rumors are true. Ya know I love a London boy, boy, I fancy you.
“What if they don’t like me? Don’t Europeans, like, hate Americans?” Y/n asked as she clutched onto Lando’s arm, sticking to his side as they grew closer to the restaurant.
He laughed from beside her, but quieted down when he saw the genuine concern on her face. Stopping and taking her face in his hands, he pecked her lips, “Baby, they will love you. Trust me. Just because you’re American doesn’t mean they’ll think you’re annoying before they even meet you.”
Sighing and shrugging off his hold in frustration, she began walking toward their destination, “Do you guys really think people from America are annoying?”
He jogged to catch up with her before taking her hand in his and kissing the knuckles of it, “A lot of them are not as pleasant as you.”
Stepping into the pub, Y/n inched closer to his side, suddenly being hit with double her original amount of nerves. Thankfully, Lando’s arm slid around her shoulders as he steered her toward the back of the establishment. A booth filled with whispering 20-something adults came into view before Lando was pulling her to stand in front of everyone, on full display, something he liked and she didn’t.
“Guys, this is Y/n, my girlfriend.” He smiled as his voice grabbed the attention of what Y/n could only determine were his best friends.
A chorus of “Nice to meet you!” and “We’ve heard so much about you” graced the couple’s ears. Lando ushered for her to scooch into the empty seats saved just for them.
Once settled, the questions began.
Max was the first to jump in, wanting to get to know the girl his best friend hadn’t shut up about for the past few months, “So, are you in uni?”
Her face scrunched up in confusion, “Uni?”
Lando chuckled from beside her and in his best American accent said, “College, baby.”
She laughed at her own stupidity, “Oh, yeah. I forgot you guys call it uni.”
Max shook his head with a smile, “No problem.”
“But, anyway, yes, I am in college.” She smiled and nodded as Lando’s friends hung onto her every word, something he was sure would happen.
“Oh, cool, what are you studying?” Ria entered the conversation, leaning over the table to greet the, now, only other girl in the group.
“Psychology. I want to become a therapist.” Y/n’s face lit up at the mention of her passion and Lando gazed upon her like she had just told him he would be World Champion next year.
The table’s eyes bulged, “Don’t you have to go through a lot of schooling for that?” Maz inquired.
“Yeah! But, it’s okay. I’ve always liked learning.” She smiled back.
Max’s jaw dropped as he laughed and let out a breath, “How are you putting up with his stupid ass then?”
The group, including Y/n and Lando, threw their heads back in laughter as Lando tried to act annoyed, “Mate, don’t scare her away just yet.”
She put her hand on his bicep and rubbed softly, “Lan, if I was scared, I would have been gone already.”
He kissed her cheek quickly with blushing cheeks as Ria, Aarav, and Niran observed a lovesick Lando. Leaning over Aarav spoke to both Ria and Niran, “Why does he look happy?”
Niran giggled as Ria rolled her eyes, “Because he’s in love, dumbass.”
From across the table, Y/n tried to partake in a conversation between Lando, Max, and Steve, but the moment Ria’s comment met Y/n’s ears, she was done for.
Looking at the man who was crowding her space to hear his friends better, she wondered if he did, in fact, love her the way she loved him.
Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride, “Babes, don’t threaten me with a good time”. They say home is where the heart is, but God, I love the English.
Throwing themselves into the cab, Lando and Y/n breathed out a sigh of relief. Glancing out the window and being met with the aggressive downpour that was overwhelming London, Y/n listened to her boyfriend rattle off his address to the driver.
Sitting back, he let his head fall on the seat behind him as it lulled to the side, capturing his girlfriend’s unexplainable beauty.
He smiled before tugging on her hand, making her turn her attention away from the water droplets and to the man who was as soaked, if not more, then she was, “How long do you think it will take us to get back?”
He glanced outside, “The traffic’s really bad…” He trailed off as he wondered, “Probably around 20 minutes?”
“Mmm,” She leaned into his side, not at all caring for the way his drenched clothes stuck to her own.
His head fell on top of hers as they breathed together for a moment. His mind wandered to that morning and how he had been woken up by Max calling him.
Lando had shut off the ringer the second it blared loudly and thankfully, he hadn’t disturbed your sleeping form as he got out of the warm, soft cocoon to answer.
“Hello? Why are you calling me so early?” His groggy voice greeted his best friend on the other end of the line as he shut the door to the bedroom and walked out to the kitchen.
Max laughed, “Mate! It’s literally 12 PM. What were you up to last night?” His suggestive tone had Lando’s mind flashing back to the rather intimate activities that had taken place hours before.
“None of your business,” He bit out, “What do you need?”
“No need to get so hostile on me.” Max said innocently, “Just wanted to ask you if you’ve told Y/n you love her yet?”
Lando choked out a breath before clearing his throat, “I’m sorry- what?”
“Have you guys said that yet?” Max repeated, not understanding why his friend sounded so confused.
While he wanted to deny his love for her, Lando knew he couldn’t, he never could, “No.”
“Well, you should tell her.” Max stated firmly.
Lando’s voice fell quiet, “But, what if she isn’t there yet?”
Max loudly laughed, “Oh, man! It’s crazy how you bagged someone intelligent.” Lando cringed as Max continued, “She clearly feels the same way.”
Lando’s heart soared, “You think?”
HIs best friend sighed, “Yes, I do. So does Ria, and Niran, and Steve, and Aarav. It’s really obvious, dude.”
Lando’s smile hurt, “Oh, I didn’t know that.”
Max chuckled, “I know. That’s why I called you.”
His brain thought over the possibility of telling her about his growing feelings as he felt her weight against his side in the back of the dirty cab. It was almost as if she heard his thoughts as she moved her head off his shoulder to stare up at him, silently begging him to say it.
Whether it was in his head or not, he fulfilled the wish he was convinced she was pleading with him to make reality, “I love you.” He whispered.
Their faces inches apart, Lando watched as Y/n’s face gleamed and her smile grew, “I love you too.”
He breathed out a sigh of relief when she moved to kiss him. His hands in her hair and no regard for the driver in front of them, he kissed her like he was crazily, stupidly, and wholly in love with her.
Because he was.
Just wanna be with you, wanna be with you, wanna be with you. You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking’ SoHo, drinking in the afternoon. He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you. Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates, so I guess all the rumors are true.
“Darling, are you ready?” Lando’s voice flooded through his apartment.
As he rounded the corner of the hallway, she was popping out of the bedroom clad in jeans and a sweater, prepared for the crisp and cold London air. Catching his gaze, she jokingly twirled around as she muttered, “This good to meet your family?”
Closing the space between them and wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her forehead, “Perfect. You look perfect, baby.”
With crimson red cheeks, the two of them left his building and made their way to his parent’s house minutes away.
“For some reason, I’m not as nervous to meet them as I was to meet your friends.” Her eyebrows contorted as they walked down the sidewalk.
“Maybe that’s because I’m their son and you love me. Ya know, the whole ‘Apple doesn’t fall far from the tre-’” He was interrupted by two giggling girls stopping to stand directly in front of them.
One of them gently shoved her phone in between them, “Can we take a picture?”
Y/n watched as Lando’s eyes softened before he was grabbing her phone and lightly turning her way to ask her to take it. Shaking her head with a smile, she grabbed it and positioned them in the frame, “Okay, 1…2…3,” She mumbled before taking multiple and handing it back to the girls that couldn’t be over 16, “I took a couple.”
Nodding, the other one’s eyes drifted between Lando and Y/n before cocking her head to the side.
“Wait, were those dating rumors true? Is this your girlfriend?” Her eyes grew wide in realization as Lando blushed and pulled Y/n into him.
Glancing down at her y/e/c eyes, he nodded, “Yeah, this is her.”
Gasping, the fans excitedly told the two how pretty they thought Y/n was before thanking each of them and running off.
Resuming their steps, Y/n giggled, “They had a crush on you. It was so cute.”
He laughed from beside her before kissing her temple, “Maybe, but I have a crush on you.”
“Okay, I take it back. I’m going to throw up.” Y/n’s face paled as Lando’s fist rapped against the wooden door.
“You said the same thing with my friends, baby, and they loved you. I’m telling you it will be the same with my family.” He tried to calm and reassure.
Thankfully, there was no room for disagreeing because his mom was opening the door and smiling widely at her son and his infamous new girlfriend.
“Lando!” She exclaimed before throwing her arms around her child.
“Hi, mum,” He laughed as he squeezed her tightly. Moving away and turning her head, Cisca beamed.
“Oh, you are so gorgeous! Tell me my son is treating you right?” She laughed before sending Y/n the sweetest smile the girl had ever received.
“Oh, he is, Mrs. Norris. Don’t worry.” Y/n assured as the woman pulled her into a hug as well.
“It’s Cisca to you.” Y/n could hear the warming smile in her voice before she was being led inside.
Walking into the house, Y/n’s noticed the immediate warmth that surrounded every furniture piece and person. It was a bit of a shocker and adjustment when she found out just how close Lando was to his family. Growing up, she hadn’t had that with her family as her parents didn’t have a good relationship and were constantly fighting while her siblings tried to calm both adults. It was traumatic, to put it simply, and after Lando had picked up on her confusion when he said he was going to meet his mom for lunch earlier in their relationship, he made a mental note to ask her about it later. When he did, she had had no choice, but to tell him her childhood, or lack thereof. He was quite surprised when he found out his bubbly, sweet girlfriend had come from such a toxic, violent household, but he didn’t voice that as he comforted her and apologized for something that wasn’t even his fault. Long story short, even though she had come to understand his relationship with his family, it was still a bit weird to her how much love there was to go around.
Coming up beside her, Lando’s hand rested on the bottom of her back as he whispered in her ear, “How are you doing?”
He could only assume how saddening this could be for her after countless words spoken with her over how angry she had been as a teenager at her parents for not providing with some sort of normal home life.
However, she just smiled up at him, laying a kiss on his cheek before whispering back, “I’ll be okay.”
He nodded and before he could lean in to meet her lips with his, Flo was appearing before them.
She beamed at the couple, “Hi! You must be Y/n. I’m Flo, Lando’s sister. He talks about you all the time.”
Her comforting tone gave Y/n the confidence to respond with, “Oh? I hope all good things?”
Lando chuckled as his hand squeezed her hip as his sister exposed him completely, “Oh, very good things. I’m serious, he actually never shuts up about you. I would be annoyed with him if he wasn’t so clearly happy.”
Y/n sent a smile to Lando’s sister before turning her head to gaze up at her boyfriend, realizing how much of a home she had found within him.
Soon enough, the rest of Lando’s siblings joined their sister, conversing with his American girlfriend like they had known her their whole life.
“So, you’re studying psychology to become a therapist, I hear?” Oliver inquired as Lando began to nod his head, a proud boyfriend.
She nodded along with him, “Yes, I’m graduating college this year and then I’ll move onto grad school to get my masters.”
Flo’s eyes widened, “Wow, do you know where you’re going?”
Lando blurted it out before Y/n could, he just couldn’t help how much he wanted to brag about her intelligence, “She’s going to Yale!”
All three siblings’ jaws fell open as Y/n laughed at her boyfriend’s eagerness, “Yale. I’m going to Yale. Thanks, babe.”
He smiled sheepishly down at her as he muttered a sorry to which she shook her head, not mad at all.
The conversation took off from there, continuing on while all of them sat at the dinner table, only then did the parents join in. Everyone was enthralled by Y/n, captured by her charm and smile, falling victim to all the same things Lando had. He wanted to take a picture, at that moment, as he gazed upon the girl who was very quickly earning the title of “Love of my Life” and how she clicked perfectly with everyone else he loved immensely.
As the night went on, leading into the darkness of midnight, Lando found himself in his old backyard, alone, as he watched Y/n in a very committed conversation with his sisters about Taylor Swift.
He wasn’t aware how long Oliver had sat next to him, only being aware of his presence when his brother said, “I think she’s it.”
Shaking his head, he frowned at his brother, “What?”
Oliver smiled down at his younger brother, remembering his own lovestruck days, “I think she’s it. I think you’ve found the one, Lando.”
To say he was blushing would have been an understatement, Lando was blood red in the cheeks, the neck, the ears, everywhere. His smile spoke volumes to his brother as he took a moment before responding, “I think so too.”
“How’d you two meet again?” Oliver had heard the story once, on the day it happened, but never again after that.
Once again, Lando’s smile hurt, “We met on the paddock at Silverstone. She was with her friends and we were both distracted, so we ran into each other and I literally spilled my coffee down her entire front. Thankfully, she was really sweet about it which didn’t help the fact that I was already in love with her. But, anyways, I remember I got to look at her first. She was looking down at her clothes while I was just staring at her. I seriously think I have never been that gobsmacked by someone’s beauty before. I almost couldn’t speak when she actually made eye contact with me. I offered to pay for her clothes, but then I realized that that would mean I wouldn’t have a chance to talk to her again, so I told her Lily would have something extra. I actually had no clue if Lily had extra clothes, I really didn’t expect her to because who the hell brings extra clothes to an event? But, I knew it would give me at least 20 more minutes with her, so I ran with it. Fortunately, Lily did have extra clothes, something I was incredibly confused by, and when Y/n was finished changing, she walked out without my number. I had been so nervous to ask her, but Lily yelled at me the second the door closed to get off my ass and go get a date with her, so I did. Thank God, I did, man.”
Oliver hung on to his brother’s every word, observing the twinkle in Lando’s eyes when the three girls across the yard would laugh at something Y/n had said. Even if he had never met Y/n, Oliver was sure he would’ve gotten the memo on how in love Lando was with her just by how highly, how affectionately he talked about her. I mean, it was actually partially true. Going into the dinner, everyone in the family was aware of how love drunk Lando was with this girl he had been dating. From the moment he had called them, detailing how he had just met this girl who had absolutely stolen his attention, the family had made bets on the fact this relationship would last a lifetime.
Even now, as he watched Lando wander over to his girlfriend like a lost puppy, Oliver was sure it would.
Just wanna be with you, wanna be with you. I fancy you, fancy you, oh.
“Baby! Guess what 5 years ago today was!” Lando’s voice yelled throughout their flat in Monaco as he wandered aimlessly, trying to find his fiancé.
He found Y/n in the kitchen, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows as her hip rested against the countertop, “What?”
Pulling her into his arms and showing her his phone, he smiled, “You met my parents, love. 5 years ago today.”
She laughed as she looked at the screen, only to find a picture of her, asleep in Lando’s car at time with the caption, ‘slumped after meeting the fam’
“God, that’s a really horrendous picture of me.” She replied as Lando immediately tugged on the hem of her shirt with a scowl, “What? No, it’s not! You always look so cute when you’re asleep.”
She over exaggerated a nod before he pinched her side, her yelping in response.
“Isn’t it good I think you’re cute when you’re asleep?” He smiled cheekily, “I mean, we are getting married,” His fingers toyed with the ring on her finger, “so, I’ll be waking up to you like that every day for the rest of our lives.”
She smiled as he kissed her, breathing her in, “When you put it that way, it’s not too bad.”
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so hear me out.. Remus Lupin x reader based on ''Lover'' by Taylor Swift <3
𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓.
❥ pairings; remus lupin x fem!reader
❥ summary; when remus is the only one.
❥ warnings; idk probably nothing but my warning is that i think this is badly written n could've been much better, i apologize 🙏🏻
❥ a/n; someone get me remus fr
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christmas and new year’s day might have been over but the christmas lights were still everywhere around remus’s (and also yours) apartment and the christmas tree still stood tall in the living room. you both found it hard to let go off this magnificent time at the end of each year.
cuddled up with remus on the sofa with your head in his lap and his fingers in your hair, you were rewatching your favorite christmas films while eating the rest of all the sweets you and him baked. it was january then, but you still had enough of them to feed a family of six.
everyone moved on from christmas already, calling you and remus crazy for having the vibes around your house until now. but this was your place and you made the rules.
you glanced from your position on remus’s thighs at him. he briefly caught your eye, smiled and brought his pointing finger to your nose before going back to watching the film. you admired him and the mysterious way he had about him. you wondered if you knew him for twenty seconds or twenty years.
your eyes traced the shape of his lips while you thought how you wanted to go everywhere with him, how you never wanted to be further than this away from him, how this was just right and you felt something like this for the very first time.
remus noticed you got lost in your thoughts while staring. you always did that. he looked down at you.
"you okay?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
you blushed and nodded, going back to the film.
lover lover lover lover lover lover lover lover lover lover
a year rolled around faster than ever with remus still very much by your side and a lot has changed, yet a lot stayed the same.
you and remus rented a cottage outside of london. it was small but enough for you two and a kitten you begged remus to adopt. he hesitated at first but fell in love with the small creature anyway.
january was back and you two let all your friends crash in your living room. you invited some of your new girlfriends from a new job you had and got highly suspicious they’d like to be you and be with remus. he was the kind of guy girls dreamed off and it made a not so nice feeling settle in your stomach. but as the evening went on, all of the fear disappeared. remus politely answered all of the questions your girlfriends were throwing at him while having his fingers intertwined with yours. you shook your head and smiled at the insecurity you felt earlier and sank into the sofa.
when the night was over and you and remus said your goodbyes to the last person, the time was finally all yours. radio softly played some romantic songs from the kitchen, creating a sickenly sweet atmosphere. maybe it were the few  drops of wine you had, or the music, or it was just remus but you’ve never loved him more.
he took your hand in his and placed his other one on your lower back. there wasn’t much space in the living room, nor the kitchen and so you danced through these two rooms. you laughed as remus spun you around and snorted when you stepped on remus’s feet by accident.
when the song you loved ended, you sighed happily and let go of remus, saying you two should clean up the mess before going to sleep.
you gathered wine glasses from the coffee table and took them into the kitchen. when you returned, you expected remus to be cleaning the room too but.. he stood with his back to you, holding something in his hands.
"love?" you called and he turned around, jumping at the sound of your voice. he didn't realise that the little box in his palms would then be right on display.
you gasped, your hand clapping over your mouth. remus's eyes got wide as he tried to think of a good excuse.
it felt almost like an eternity before he shook his head, saying, "fuck it!"
it was happening!
he walked over to you as you stood frozen to the ground with an opened mouth. remus lowered himself on one knee, not breaking an eye contact. he opened the little box, revealing a silver ring with a round little diamond. you couldn't comprehend how the hell remus could afford something beautiful . i mean, you just rented a house, for god's sake!
"y/n—" 
"yes!" you yelled out before he could even continue.
your quick answer seemed to shock him. did you love him so much that you didn't even hesitate? were you so sure that he was the only one for you that you didn't even stop to think about it?
you smiled at his expression.
"i will marry you."
he let out a sigh of relief, before growing serious again. "y-you didn't even let me finish my speech!"
"i'm sorry," you pouted playfully. "go on."
"y/n, never in my life have i felt something like this. i never felt sure about anyone and opening to someone is hard, but you made it all seem too easy. and i realised that i want to see it like that for the rest of my life.  but i can’t see it without you.”
tears were now spilling from your eyes down your cheeks. how did you get so lucky to have someone like him loving you?
“so,” he continued, “would you be willing to make me the happiest man alive and spend the rest of your life right here with me?”
you knew your answer right away.
lover lover lover lover lover lover lover lover lover lover
you and remus both knew very well when did you want to marry. come on, there is no better time than the christmas one. when everything is covered with a white thick blanket, making everything seem even more magical than it is. you decided not to have the whole wedding christmas-themed, because that would’ve been kind of crazy. but it was perfect anyway.
it was cold as you made your way between the two rectangles of chairs to the altar. but the white coat you wore and seeing remus standing there so smiley and handsome made you feel warm, as if it was spring already.
saying your i do felt easy and natural and most important, it felt right. and you both knew it did because it was.
all of the romantic songs you've ever heard and never really understood made sense now. you understood why people have gone crazy without someone they love because you surely would too.
right there, nothing felt more like home than remus beside you.
he was your lover, husband and a best friend and nothing in the world could change it.
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sherlockscumslut · 9 months
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"Modern Lovers" Alhaitham x fem!reader
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Alright...
Since y'all seem to really, and I mean really like my previous Alhaitham short fic, I decided to make another one.
18+ only. No plot at all, college au, soft and needy Alhaitham, vaginal fingering, masturbation, marking (cum), creampie, hints at previous dick sessions lol, slight breeding kink, rough sex, bad (?) pregnancy joke at the end.
Word count: 930
A/n: Summer is not summering rn (heavy rain all day) and Alhaitham says "This weather is perfect for doing nothing at all". Do me instead daddy. Anyway, I wish all Alhaitham wanters be Alhaitham havers 💚 Consider this fic a source of luck 🍀
My AO3
Like and/or reblogs are much appreciated 🙏🏻
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It has already been a week since your final exams started so both you and Alhaitham didn't get to see each other as much. Your dates consisted of late-night face-time or texts that always ended up with either of you asleep with your cameras on.
[...]
Today is different. A moody, rainy Sunday where both of you have a light schedule. Alhaitham couldn't wait so he visited you the night before. Needless to say that you didn't sleep at all. Last night was full of love and passion, just like your very first time together. If both of you weren't too exhausted, chances are that you'd still be on it.
It's bright and early. Well, not so bright at all since your bedroom window is foggy. The sound of heavy rain is so calming that makes you want to hit snooze but your studies are a priority. You grab your notebook from your night table, your eyes still sleepy to make any sense of your today's schedule.
"Why don't you get a cup of coffee first?" Alhaitham asked, his voice muffled by the pillows.
"No, I'm just...looking at my schedule." You yawned.
He moved close to you and grabbed your thigh.
"I'm afraid that the schedule you're looking at is the wrong one."
"What? Why?"
"All day today is strictly about you and me."
You giggled. "And who says so?"
"Me." Alhaitham emphasized. "You are already a top student. Now, allow me..."
He grabbed the notebook from your hands and tossed it to the floor.
"Are you jealous for not giving you attention?" You joked.
He rubbed his eyes and laughed. "When I'm right beside you? Yes."
"And I thought last night was enough to show you how I missed you..."
"It was good, indeed. Though, I can't say that it was enough."
Alhaitham said and gently pressed his fingers on your pussy, holding himself back from ripping your panties right away.
You moaned softly. "Isn't it too early for you? You always grab a cup of coffee first-"
"Not when I have you right beside me...and I'm already like this."
Alhaitham interrupted and pulled the blanket aside, revealing his erection. No matter how many times you two have had sex, you've never woken up to him being naked especially in your bed.
"Had a nice dream I suppose?" You lowered your eyes, suddenly too shy to look at him.
"Does last night count?" He asked without expecting a response, his lips planting kisses on your chest. His hot breath on your skin made you clench your thighs, completely forgetting about his hand being in between them.
"You almost broke my wrist!" He joked. "Now keep them like that..." He continued.
Alhaitham's trapped hand surely worked for your own benefit as he moved your panties to the side and gently tapped on your clit, his digits moving in circles around it.
All you could see was his grayish hair while he licked your hard nipples and squeezed them with his free hand. Once he felt you were close, Alhaitham slid his fingers inside your wet hole and fastened the pace while sucking on your nipples. He has learned how to make you cum hard and quick with this technique.
"Mmm...so warm..." He whispered when you came on his hand. You relaxed your thighs and he freed his hand, still wet from your juices.
"This could work..." He said and used your cum to stroke his cock. It took you some time to realize what he was doing since your mind was still in the post-orgasm phase. Regardless, by the time you came to your senses, Alhaitham was ready to burst.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. I just needed to get over this one quickly. " He breathed out as he came on your belly, his cum dripping on your hips.
Your pussy throbbed from the warmth of his cum. It almost felt like your legs opened on their own.
"Next time...do it inside." You whispered, eyes staring back at his flushed face.
Your words made his cock throb but Alhaitham wanted to make sure that his secret fantasy about filling you to the brim wouldn't remain just a fantasy anymore.
"You...you sure?" He asked, panting heavily. You nodded your head and spread your pussy lips open with your fingers.
Alhaitham leaned and gave you a deep kiss, maniacally forcing his tongue on your mouth. "I'm going in now..." He whispered.
[...]
Alhaitham's hands gripped your waist tightly, moving your lower body in and out of his cock like you were some sort of sex toy. Fucking himself in you this rapidly came in contrast to last night's passionate lovemaking.
Soon enough the room got filled with the lewd sounds your bodies made and Alhaitham's loud groans.
"You...still sure about this?" He grunted. His rapid thrusts hitting your sensitive spots made it hard to speak.
"For goodness sake...yes!" You screamed.
Alhaitham leaned on you as he came inside, making it hard for you to breathe, his abs stained with his own cum from previously cumming on your belly. You grabbed his hair and locked your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Both of his trembling hands caressed your red cheeks as he pushed himself into you one last time, giving you everything there was left to give. You remained silent, feeling your womb getting filled with his thick cum.
"You know...I'm starting to think that you're probably studying for the wrong test." He chuckled and kissed your forehead.
《THE END》
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A Promise Made
A short post-coital POV one shot between you & Astarion that takes place during his graveyard date scene. It’s my first time posting anything on here that even remotely resembles smut— not even sure if it qualifies as that since it’s like 99% fluff lol but anyway please be kind! 🙏🏻 Enjoy!
Ever since Astarion and you had shared your feelings for each other while traversing the Shadowcursed lands, the two of you had been taking things slow. Something he was wholly unaccustomed to, but deeply grateful for.
Even upon your arrival at Baldur’s Gate, a city where vice, sex and sin permeated every inch of its cobbled streets and weathered stone walls, the two of you had resisted its many temptations. A feat most would be unable to boast about. Simply put, you weren’t interested in such things. You only had eyes for one man. Astarion. But did he truly feel the same? The two of you had grown to share a surprisingly sweet and close bond in the short time you’d been traveling together. You’d been by his side through bloodlust, pain and misery. You were an inspiration, a light in the darkness, and he’d grown to trust you like no other. You were also the first person to break through that rakish facade of his and embrace the scarred, vulnerable man underneath. You saw him, the real him. And on that fateful night when he brought you to his grave, after wiping Cazador Szarr from the face of Faerun— your chaste romance ended. That night, the two of you made love— in every sense of the word. You’d pledged yourselves to each other that night, body and soul. It was— transcendent. Your naked body was delightfully sore, as the two of you lay entwined in each others arms, beneath a blanket of stars. Once you finally catch your breath and look over to meet his eyes again, you notice something— Astarion’s cheeks are streaked with silvery tear stains.
“Are you alright, my love?” You ask, reaching over to cup his cheek.
“That— that was… different.” He replies in a slightly shaky tone, gazing up at the moon.
“A good different though, yes?” You ask, searching his face, brows furrowed.
“It was— incredible.” He manages to choke out, as another silent tear streams down his cheek. But you gently catch it with your thumb, as he turns to you, glassy-eyed with emotion. “I always want it to be like this.” He gives a small smile that threatens to crack his face. You grin at him and kiss his forehead. “Meaning?” You ask with a gentle smile, shifting to your side to rest on your elbow. “I just want…”, he pauses, brows knitted and you swear that you see a flash of color form on his cheeks. Can vampires blush? The thought brings a smile to your face. He looks away for a moment, before returning your gaze.
“You. Just you.”
Your heart leaps in your chest. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.” You entwine your fingers with his for a moment.
“Good.” He places a soft kiss on your knuckles, and rests on his side, mirroring your posture. “Because, as selfless as I may be,” he purrs, his hand gliding down your side to the cleft of your ass, “I’d be a damned fool to let someone as precious and lovely as you, slip away from me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” You reassure him, smiling softly. “I’m all yours, my love. I can promise you that.”
“I’m pleased to hear it.” He cups your cheek and kisses you tenderly before pulling you into his chest. He rests his chin on your forehead and lets out a dreamy sigh. “You know Darling, I could get used to this.” “Oh, you will my love.” You giggle, nuzzling into his chest. “You can trust me on that.”
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OMG PLZ WRITE PT 2 TO DONUTS PLEASE!!!!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Venice Film Festival
A/N: the people have spoken!
SUMMARY: YN is Harry's date to the premiere of Don't Worry Darling. (3k)
GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn
(Part 1 Here!) Donuts // SINCE 2010 masterlist
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Harry is good under pressure, he’s been trained for almost every situation for every problem his line of work throws his way since he was 16 years old. He can flash a dimpled smile in front of a camera and gracefully swerve his way out of an inappropriate question. 
Movie premieres were supposed to be an exciting event. It’s the time when directors get to display their newest project, actors get to see mingle and have a good time, and where everyone can see their hard work come to fruition. It’s supposed to be a lively, joyful experience.
Key words: supposed to be. 
With all of the drama that’s surrounding the director, the actors and some of the content in the film, this was going to be an interesting event for not only the people involved but for everyone watching.
So yeah, Harry’s good under pressure but the only person who can see through the cracks in his mask is YN. When she’s around, the world and its troubles seem to fade into the background, her light breaking through even in the darkest places. She grounds him in the toughest storms. She encourages and humbles him in ways like no one else can. YN was truly made for him and it’s a fact that Harry still has trouble wrapping his head around.
Add in the fact that their relationship has been a public piece of information shared almost two years ago, there was no questioning the fact that she’s was going to be Harry’s official date to the Venice Film Festival.
“Ready, baby?” YN gives her love an encouraging smile. The couple just pulled up into the queue line up of cars, slowly inching their way for their drop off at the red carpet.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Harry sighs out, giving her a small smile in return. His hand leaves its resting place on her exposed thigh and intertwines it with hers. “Thank you for being here with me. S’so much better with you by my side.”
“Eh, had nothing better to do on a Monday night anyways.” YN teases, hoping to ease some of his nerves. She’s relieved when he lets out a chuckle. “But seriously. M’always here for yeh, always.”
Harry can’t find the words to express his gratitude for the woman next to him. Going against her make-up artist's playful warning of no smooching in fear of messing up his work, Harry gently cups her jaw and leans over to place his lips on hers. She giggles against his lips but turns her head to deepen the kiss, placing her hands on his chest.
“Sorry,” He smiles once he reluctantly pulled away, now only one car away from having to exit the vehicle. “Just wasn’t gonna be able to do that for a while.”
“Well, I certainly wasn’t complaining. Plus m’looking fabulous right now so, how can blame yeh?” YN pinches at his lips, trying to wipe off some of the gloss that transferred over from their kiss. He just furrows his eyes at her in disbelief, like it’s hitting him yet again that she’s his. That she agreed to marry him.
“How did I manage to snag you, huh?”
“Beats me. I’m just in it for your money. Just letting you know that now.”
Harry lovingly presses his lips to her hand by his mouth, “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you more.”
“Not possible.”
The knock on Harry’s car window startles them both, he almost forgot he had to go to this event altogether by YN’s distractions. It hits him know that she succeeded because his nerves have been shot down to a zero. With one final kiss to her knuckles, he slides his Gucci sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose gives the escort outside the ‘go’ signal. 
Harry ducks out from the sleek car and YN can already hear the fans and paparazzi outside begin to yell and scream at the sight of him. But the noise only grows further when Harry extends his hand out to his fiancé. She grips his hand before gracefully sliding out of the vehicle next to him. 
There's a tiny part of him that breaks inside at the fact that she's not wearing her enagagement ring, but they both knew that all eyes were going to be hyper-focused on them today and their fans surely would have discovered that one of her everyday rings looks more wedding like than others.
But it's certainly made up for when she gives him that golden smile that never fails to make him weak in the knees. As they pose outside the car for their initial pictures for the night, Olivia is posing for her own pictures on the red carpet only a couple of feet away. When she looks over at them, the cameramen capture her smile faltering at the happy couple, clearly not expecting Harry to have brought his significant other to ‘her’ premiere. 
No one can deny the fact that they truly are the power couple of the century. They both look absolutely fabulous as Harry leads them onto the red carpet, her hand securely tucked into the crook of his arm while the holds the length of her custom Gucci dress. They naturally move with one another as they begin to stand and pose for photos, Harry snaking his arm around her waist for his hand to rest on her hip.
When he feels her hand on the bottom of his back, he's reminded of when he was 19 years old, posing with the rest of the band on some red carpet in front of flashing camera. He wished and longed for the day that she could be his. That one day he didn't have to feel guilty for the butterflies swirling around his tummy. That he didn't have to feel bad for blushing at her smiling at him, for being in love with his band mate.
Now with a smirk on his face, he gladly pulls her in closer and relishes in the way she looks up at him and gives him a knowing smile. They barely notice the way the camera flashes intensify when he brings his lips to her temple for a quick kiss, capturing the physical affection the couple like to keep private. 
Since things have drastically changed since being in the band and now being solo artists, posing for pictures has partially become a separate activity for the two. He reluctantly has to let go of her hand as they both have to take some pictures by themselves.
But he can't help himself from glancing over at his love who’s only an arm’s length away from him. She's gracefully shifting her head at the various photographers. She holds onto the top part of the slit of her dress by her hips, working with the fabric of her outfit to best present herself. How can he not look at her while she has her thigh is deliciously out on display for everyone to see? 
He doesn’t care if he gets told off later by his or her managers because, after barely one around of photos, Harry can’t take it much longer. He walks the short distance between them and snakes his arm back around her waist once again. It surprises her and it makes her scrunch up her nose as she laughs at her clingy fiancé. Not to mention that the couple pays no mind to the director a bit away from them. Too caught up in each other to realize that she makes her picture rounds short and walks further down the red carpet quicker than originally intended.
YN puts a hand to his chest, leaning up to say in his ear, “Just couldn’t keep away, huh?”
“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Harry says in her ear with a smirk. He is gifted with one of her infamous eye rolls and turns her attention back to the photographers. She poses up close to her fiancé, her back angled to the cameras as she looks at them over her shoulders. She’s a natural.
“Now I know you’re not hogging this beautiful woman from the rest of us.” The couple chuckles when they turn their heads when they hear Gemma Chan’s teasing tone. 
“Smile for the camera!” Chris Pine says excitedly, holding up a disposable camera to his face. The couple humors him, turning to pose for him and giving their best smiles. He captures one where Harry holds up his infamous peace sign while YN flips the camera off with a scrunch of her nose.
The small group laughs and goes about greeting one another in rounds of hugs and compliments.
“Any word to the boss lady?” Gemma discreetly nods over to Olivia and she smiles when YN scoffs.
“Don’t plan on it. This is supposed to be a fun night. Just going to enjoy ourselves the best we can for right now.”
“Yeah don’t worry about it.” The beautiful actress reassures YN. “I’ll make sure to stand with H for the group pictures later.”
Some of the stress is instantly lifted for Harry’s sake. She’s so grateful to have know Gemma for as long as she has. They first when the band first formed as she’s always been a loyal and caring friend to both her and Harry. 
“Harry and I appreciate that.” YN lets out a relieved chuckle and gives the actress a careful hug to not mess up their wardrobe. “Thank you.”
“Hey, what about me?” YN giggles at Chris’s playful frown.
“How can I forget?” She’s quick to give him a hug as well. “Well don’t you look dashing?”
“This old thing?” He comically wiggles the end of his bow tie. He’s always been a fun character, always in the mood for a laugh and lifting up the mood with a joke or two. “Just plucked it out from the back of my closet. And you, beautiful as always madame.”
“You’re too sweet. And a smart thing you are for bringing that.” YN taps at the disposable camera in his hand. “How fun.”
“Do you want one? I have another one here.” Chris says while reaching into his pocket to relieve another camera and it brings out a laugh from YN.
“Are yeh sure?”
“Go ahead. Got plenty to spare.” And it only makes her laugh harder when she thinks about him bringing a whole bag filled with disposable cameras on the way to Venice. “Oh! Being called over but I’ll see you around, YN.” He gives her a final hug before hurrying over to who she assumes is his manager. 
When she sees Gemma also ending her conversation with Harry, YN slides her thumb across the small wheel on the side of her camera and brings it to her eye. When he turns to her, she’s able to capture his smile with one click of a button.
“Is that Chris’s?” He chuckles, gently taking the camera from her hands.
“He gave me one.” She giggles back and puts her hands to her cheeks with her eyes closed when he lifts the camera to take a picture of her. “Now we can capture some of our time here in Venice.”
“And they’re hard copies, too.” Harry teasingly raises his eyebrows at her and she quickly catches his thinking. “Need to update a few pictures, hum?”
“Down boy.” She snatches the camera right back to tuck it into one of the inner pockets of his coat. “We can discuss that back at the hotel.” She winks before being escorted to their next designated section. 
The time consists of taking more photos with some of the cast members. YN even sneaks her way over to some of the fans waiting excitingly by the barricade, talking to them in Italian and taking some pictures.
As the couple talks amongst themselves, they turn their heads when there is an eruptive roar from the crowds. And rightfully so as they see the one and only Florence Pugh make her way onto the red carpet. Flo texted her earlier in the day telling her all about her feelings for the festival. It came as to surprise for everyone but YN that she finally made her way to the premiere, making her fashionably late appearance for the movie she was staring in. 
YN wastes no time reaching into the inner pockets of Harry’s blazer, pulling out her disposable camera. Harry chuckles as he sees his fiancé hurriedly shove her way to the side of the group of photographers, leaning sideways in front of Flo to get a good angle for a picture. 
“Over here, Flo!” YN waves her hand above her head. “Yes, work it! You’re gorgeous, babe!”
Florence laughs at her friend’s antics and poses as if YN were an actual photographer. After that, she wastes no time quickly walking into the actress’s open arms.
“You look so hot!” YN yells above all the commotion.
“So do you! I’m so happy you’re here.”
“I’m so happy you’re here. I was waiting for my date to show up.” YN teases before giving into another tight hug. Florence makes her way around to hug her other cast members, Harry giving his co-star a quick kiss on the cheek before they wrap their arms around one another. After the stars of the movie and YN and Flo took some pictures together on the red carpet, it was time for the event everyone was dreading.
“Harry, we need you for the group photos.” One of the red carpet escorts comes up to the couple with a smile. 
“Do I have to?” Harry mutters quietly to her, keeping the smile on his face to not let anyone see his dread for the pictures.
“It’ll only be for a bit.” YN straightens out his dramatic collar but leans up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. He smiles at her touch as her thumb gently wipes off any of the gloss she left behind on his dimple. “Smile real big for me, yeah?”
“Only for you, my love.” Olivia has been eyeing the couple all night and it sting only intensifies in her chest when Harry brings YN’s hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles before having to plaster on a smile for the photos with her.
YN truly felt for the cast and crew in those group photos. The tension was so awkward and heavy that you can cut it with a knife. Her first movie premiere was so different from this one. The Little Women cast was lively and cracking jokes. They all held hands, spoke with one another the whole night, and happily worked with the director. 
There wasn’t any drama or butting heads among the people working together—it was an enjoyable experience.
All she can do is watch the cast and director of Don't Worry Darling shift uncomfortably with one another and have the reminder that this mess is almost over.
...
When the screen turns black and the end credits slowly start to appear, the whole theater politely stands on their feet to give the movie a standing ovation. 
YN had loads of opinions about the movie, some good but the majority of it not so good with both the knowledge of what happened during the making of the film and by just watching what was presented. She knows that she can for certain that Florence and Harry are magnificent actors and did their jobs to the best of their abilities. She can’t blame the cast, they were just doing what they were told and got sucked into the mess that is Olivia Wilde. 
And she certainly can’t blame Florence for leaving the theater during the standing ovation. If she were in her position, she might have walked out during the film so she commends the actress for her strength in lasting as long as she did.
YN squeezes her fiancé’s shoulders from her seat directly behind him. She gives him a smile in congratulations and Harry can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of her when Olivia taps his arm. When he leans behind Chris to hear her tell him that he did a good job, he just gives her a polite nod. However, when he faces forward again, YN can see the tension back in his shoulders. 
That’s the last straw for her. She’s ready to tell Olivia off, having so much information to tell her since she’s been holding it off for so long. Right as she’s about to open her mouth to say something, YN’s caught off guard when Harry spins himself around, tightly grips the sides of her face, and smashes his lips to hers.
They’re both well aware of the fact that aside from the video that exposed their relationship almost two years ago, there has only been a few times where pictures or videos of them have captured them kissing. They’re also aware of the amount of flashing cameras directed toward them, the sound of whistles ringing through the large theater. And they’re both well aware that either one of them can give a flying fuck at any of that when YN kisses him back with her hands on his cheeks. 
The kiss doesn’t last very long but it was surely enough to diminish whatever hatred she had inside her. She’s reminded once again that nobody else matters; it’s them against the world. That he is hers and no one else.
So when Harry turns back around to face forward, he can practically feel Olivia burning holes in the side of his head. 
But does he truly care when the smirk on his lips is covered in his fiancé’s lip gloss?
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louveshin · 7 months
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AHHH😭 in that case may i request for a yandere shin please 🙏🏻
your savior | shin hati x reader
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summary. with shin’s new experience of love and devotion for you, her true nature of destruction and chaos erupts when you are ripped away from her.
content warnings. mdni! yandere!shin x reader, dark fic!, suggestive themes but no smut, nothing gory but there’s some blood, also shin kills a few(?) people *awkward thumbs up*
note. it’s a little short but i hope u like it! and thank u for requesting :)
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Shin didn’t expect to love you as much as she did. The first time she saw you, you were newly recruited by her master, thinking that Shin could use an extra pair of hands on her ship during solo missions—a replacement for that battered astromech droid she found that keeps malfunctioning on board. In the beginning, talking to you—well, besides giving you orders—was a rare thing to happen while you were there. But even so, you talked to her anyway, even when it seemed like she couldn’t care less. But, she liked the sound of your voice. It soothed her ways she couldn’t even imagine. And despite everything, Shin is observant. She’s been watching you ever since she saw you. She knows your routine, your habits, everything… she fell in love with how you acted when you thought nobody was looking. You were just beautiful. And you could feel it sometimes; a pair of eyes lingering on you when you were rewiring the control panel, when you were cooking, even while you were… changing.
After spending more of her time alone with you, controlling herself around you had gotten incredibly hard. It had gotten especially difficult when you had to patch up a cut on her cheek—a mistake in battle that she did not take lightly. Shin remained tense as you carefully applied a bacta patch, your eyes fixed on the process as her jaw clenched. Something flutters in Shin’s stomach as the pad of your delicate fingers carefully touches her face—something warm, something… scary. Her intense eyes shift downward to the sight of your lips, your bottom lip seeping with blood after your own fight against the people that attacked you, and they couldn’t look any more appetizing to her. Shin’s thoughts are fogged up with this devoted insanity, as you worked quickly to patch her up. The irresistible desire to press her lips against yours muddles her brain. You were just so pretty, so caring, so… bright. Unlike the way she could ever be. She wanted you to be like this with her forever. She needed you to.
But when that dreadful time came when you had been taken captive by pirates—those goddamn pirates in the Outer Rim Territories—her calm and composed demeanor shattered as her emotions surged to the surface. It was rage, like she had never experienced before; her hands were clenched and trembling in anger, and her eyes blazed with fury. With unmatched skill and relentless determination, Shin slashed and cut through every single pirate in her path, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in her wake. She spared no one, her lightsaber cutting down anyone who dared to stand in her way.
And your heart leaped as soon as Shin came into sight. But, as Shin drew nearer, your happiness gave way to a growing unease, the air thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood.
There, before you, Shin's silhouette was framed by the eerie, pulsating glow of her lightsaber, and the flickering lights only made her blink in and out of existence, almost as if she were a phantom haunting the corridor. Bodies lay scattered on the floor, lifeless and motionless; a grim testament to the power that she had just unleashed. The soft hum of the lightsaber filled the corridor, a haunting melody that echoed in the cold, lifeless space. And her face… Shin’s face was splattered with the blood of the pirates she had mercilessly dispatched. And instead of the warm, comforting expression you had hoped for, you were met with a twisted smirk on her face. It was a triumphant, cocky grin that seemed out of place in the midst of this chaos.
"Shin…" you breathed out, shifting under her gaze with your hands tied behind your back to some old, rusty pipe against the wall. "W-What did you do?"
"I killed them for you," she said, the hum of her lightsaber ringing in your ears, and she smiled.
“You… you killed…” You looked at the fallen bodies behind her, "A-All of them?"
"I did it for you. To save you."
You shivered, flinching at every sudden noise, at every thud of her footsteps, and at every sudden beep of the pirate’s base alarm. It was a terrifying reminder of the darkness that lurked within Shin, and you couldn't help but wonder what this power had cost.
With Shin’s brain muddled with the fantasies of having you with her again, her heart fluttered at the sight of you so disheveled, so rugged, and so… vulnerable. To have you beneath her, staring up at her like that. So gorgeous. In that moment, she thought of you as a weak, fragile, and precious thing that needed protection—that you needed her. She wanted to kiss you, even take you on the floor of this goddamn pirate lair if you’d let her. And even with the fear in your eyes, you still looked so, so beautiful. It didn’t matter to her anymore if you looked at her with love or hate; she just needed you to look at her. Because for you… she’d burn the galaxies.
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elysiumblue · 9 months
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Pick a card - What are your psychic abilities + How to improve them? ✨
Hi! It's me again with a new general reading for yall. I bought the beautiful Tarot de la Nuit today, so I decided to do a reading to test it out. It is an amazing deck and I am blown away by its performance 😭
Also, I decide to open for paid personal reading here. Read this post if you're interested.
Anyway, this reading is a general reading, so please take what resonates and leave the rest behind!
👇🏻Choose a color that you feel drawn to👇🏻
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And find the corresponding reading for you below!
Pile 1
You have the ability to attract people, especially romantically. You can make them attract to you that they are hypnotized, fixated on you. Your ability to increase your attractiveness is so strong that it can even make the impossible becomes possible.
For some of you, such message may be impossible for you to believe. Such belief may be cause by you not believing in love, or some traumatic events in the past, or both. To overcome it, you need to let those burden go. It's suffocating you, and covering up your flames. Investigate the reasons that is blocking your love, and work on removing them.
To enhance your psychic abilities, you need to be more courageous, and active. Go get that love you want. Be playful and open in love, as it is the right you have for possessing such abilities. However, it doesn't mean that you can be reckless. Be mindful of what you're doing with your abilities, and use it with care, or you may attract some side effects you don't want to deal with in the process.
Have fun, and let go of expectations when using your abilities. The less you worry about the outcome, the better you abilities will work.
Pile 2
You have the ability to gain clarity when you're alone. You have the light within, to guide you to see even with your eyes close, and the intelligence to explore even when you're asleep. For some of you, your psychic abilities are related to dream.
The less you care about others, the better your psychic abilities perform. Also, it will makes you shine brighter, so bright that some may idolize you. You have the flame within to fuel your glow. You don't have to please others in order to shine. Be more selfish, and cut off relationships that don't serve you at all.
You have to remember, the more you put into others, the worse you perform. You cannot do both at the same time. You're not here to babysit others. No one will thank you for that, but they will definitely thank you if you shine so beautifully, as you are here to be a star, an icon.
(I am reminded of the tragic story of Amy Winehouse. You may find clarity and inspiration from her story. Also R.I.P. Amy 🙏🏻)
Pile 3
You have the ability to bring hope. You bring the end of dreadfulness, like the night disappears when the sun rises. No matter how long the night lasted, you have the key to get out of the dark, and you can get out of the maze, as well as bringing others out of it, when you decide to do so.
You probably went through some shit. Some of you may think that you're doomed because of the shit you went through. However, don't let the dark define you. You're not the dark. The past experience is not here to mould you into a vengeful person, but to give you strength, so you can conquer the darkness, and break it, like the lightning that cuts through the stormy sky.
To improve your abilities, you may want to cut ties between you and your past. Some of you invested too much energy in figuring out why things happen that way, or what could've happened if things were different. These thoughts have to be stopped, so the past can stop draining your energy.
You have to believe that you are free. Some of you may suffered something from your family. However, not even them can chain you forever. You can leave the night whenever you decide to do so, as you always have the key in your hand.
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srbachchan · 8 months
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DAY 5646
Jalsa , Mumbai                  Aug 2/3, 2023                 Wed/Thu  2:05 am
Birthday - EF - Manoj Ghanatsala .. Thursday, 3 August .. love and wishes for a grand birthday ..🌹
.. when too much attention is directed towards you .. something is brewing .. could be good or bad ..mostly bad .. nobody talks of good, they wait for the opportunity to express bad ..   
and the over crowded head is filled with so much saturated information that what I was about to write has flown out of the room ..
anyway .. human nature dwells and revels in the finding of the bad .. nobody goes searching for the good  .. they do so for the profession they are in and link it all the time to it .. 
but that is not true ..
you are focussed best at work .. 
away from it, say at home , there is a feeling of defeat and servile disposition ..
the thoughts of the 2nd of August and the wishes for it abound .. and I must say they have all been rather moving .. my gratitude for this was initiated by Babuji, Maaji and family - Jaya, Shweta, Abhishek and all .. the happiest day of the week is when the entire family sits together ... to listen to the elder , or just play some board games with them .. challenge them to do something , and they shall come out smarter than you .. blessings for this to them ..
my expression of gratitude :
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may you ..  all that have been so consistently connecting .. soon I hope ..
All yours .. 
Hope you did not keep the Husband waiting for too long before you arrived and handed over the surprise  earlier ..
Now work was done and many feel that I should disclose some pictures of it here on this platform .. so we shall start it and then go straight on to the game ..
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a known territory abounds this area where I was the first to cut the auspicious tape. ....  opening of the Studio  ... 
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the light of our lives .. the camera .. never lies never hides .. is blessed each day with prayers .. no day is begun ever until the auspicious coconut is broken , a prayer said , flowers garlanded over it .. and then .. 
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.. the music played while the lighting was being done so did a few impromptu steps .. 🕺
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what ... ????
🪔 .. August .. and for August 01 .. the birthday greetings are for Ef Shital Patel from California ..and the best of wishes to her from the entire Ef Family .. 🙏🏻🚩
🪔 .. August 02 .. 2 - 08 .. birthday greetings to Ef Anurodh Arun Gupta .. Ef Vijaya Lakshmi aka Ef Vijji from Delhi .. and Ef Md Rehan Ahmad from West Bengal .. love and keep well .. 🙏🏻🚩
.. ✨
just in case you thought I had forgotten the Birthdays ..
Love 
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Amitabh Bachchan 
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lestappenforever · 8 months
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DARLING! ❤️
I would like to request 22 and 38 with Lestappen.
I love you! 🙏🏻😇
Judy, my love, my light, my beautiful, wonderful darling. ❤️
The final two from the prompt list coming right up for you.
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22. "I want to do this.", and 38. "I can't." "You can. I know you can."
Charles stares down at the phone in his hand, at the black screen. He doesn't know how long he's been sitting out on his balcony, talking on the phone, but it has to have been a least an hour.
Christian Horner's voice keeps ringing in his head.
"We want you to come to Red Bull. We want two number one drivers for the 2025 season."
"Have you talked to Max about this?" Charles had asked.
"It was Max's idea."
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He sits in the reception area at the Red Bull Racing headquarters in Milton Keynes, waiting for Christian to come fetch him.
Max walks past him, but stops after doing a double-take to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
"You're here," Max says, raising an eyebrow.
He looks surprised.
Charles frowns.
"Surely Christian told you I was coming?" He counters incredulously.
The Dutchman snorts, nodding. "He did. I just wasn’t sure you were actually going to show up."
If he's being totally honest, Charles hadn’t been sure he would show up, either. Not until he was getting out of the car ten minutes ago and let his feet carry him into the building.
It's been a difficult decision, accepting Red Bull’s offer. His loyalty to Ferrari has always run deeper than anything else, and there is nothing Charles wants more in this life than to win a World Championship with his beloved team.
But the past three years has proved to Charles that it’s not going to happen. Not for a long time, anyway. And as much as Ferrari is the team Charles so desperately wants to succeed with, he has realized that Ferrari has never loved him as much as Charles has loved Ferrari. And if Charles wants to win, he will have to do it with someone else.
As much as it broke his fucking heart to turn down Ferrari's new contract offer, he had realized that it was time to think about himself. For the first time in his life.
"Well, here I am," Charles tells Max with a shrug.
Max narrows his eyes at him.
"Yeah, and you look fucking ecstatic about it."
The Monégasque rolls his eyes, because he knows Max knows how much it has hurt for Charles to reach the decision to leave Ferrari. After all, Max was the one who had made him come to his senses in one of their many deep, long talks over the past few months — ever since Christian extended the contract offer.
He fixes Max with a firm stare as he sits up straighter in his seat, all confidence and assertiveness.
"I want to do this."
His voice leaves no room for doubt.
One corner of Max's mouth quirks up at how sure Charles seems.
"Good. Now show the fucking world what you're capable of," Max says, before walking off.
Charles watches him go and something flutters in his chest.
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Charles Leclerc at Red Bull is a success from the get-go.
The team actually listens to him when he gives feedback on the car during pre-season testing, and they've designed the car to suit his driving style.
He manages to snatch the win from Max on the final lap of the first race of the season, and it’s fucking beautiful. Max seems as happy for Charles as he would have been for himself had he managed to start the season off with a win.
Max hugs him so tight when Charles climbs out of his car after the race that it’s almost painful. But Charles hugs him right back, just as tight.
On the podium, as he stands on the top step, looking down at the ecstatic faces of his new team, at Max beaming at him to his right, Charles feels like he's on top of the fucking world.
At the hotel later that night, when Max comes knocking at his door to congratulate him again, Charles pulls him into the room and into a kiss — and later, his bed.
Somehow, fucking the reigning World Champion — his teammate, the bane of Charles' existence for most of his life — feels even better than his first race win at Red Bull.
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The 2025 season is a thriller from start to finish. Being in a team that actually listens to him and a car that is actually competitive means that Charles is fighting Max for the championship title. They’re far ahead of Lando in third place and Carlos in fourth, and it will all be settled in Abu Dhabi.
Max is ahead of Charles by four measily points, meaning that if Charles wins the race, he wins his maiden world championship.
And the pressure of that is sending him into a panic in the bathroom mere minutes before he has to be in his car.
He stands over the sink, gripping the edges tight enough to turn his knuckles white as he tries and fails to control his breathing, to calm his racing heart.
The door opens.
"Charles, what are you —," Max cuts himself off mid-sentence as he lays eyes on Charles.
He shuts the door behind him and steps closer, placing a gentle hand on Charles' back.
"What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?" He asks hurriedly.
When Charles meets his gaze, his face his pale and his eyes wide.
"I don't think I can do this," he admits weakly, shaking his head.
Max frowns at him. "What do you mean?"
"The race. I can’t do it."
It's ridiculous, Charles knows. He's come this far, his first ever world championship within reach. He's proven himself, time and time again over the past season. He's shown the world what he's capable of, he's shown the world that it was always Ferrari that was the problem, and not Charles himself. He's proved to every single person who ever doubted him and their fucking mother that he deserves this. That he deserves to be at this level.
That he deserves to win.
And yet, the past is coming back to haunt him. Coming back to try and convince him that it’s all a lie — that he doesn’t deserve a single thing he has achieved so far. Even though he knows it’s a fucking lie, it’s still there, in the back of his mind.
Taunting him.
"Of course you can," Max tells him, taking a hold of Charles' arm and pulling him upright.
Charles goes willingly, letting Max turn him until he's facing the other man.
"I can’t."
Max grabs his face, holding it between his hands and looking deep into the Monégasque's eyes.
"You can. I know you can."
Charles swallows, wants to look away. But Max isn’t having it.
"You're the most talented driver I've ever seen, and you've shown it all year, Charles," Max tells him, and it’s said with such intensity — such conviction — that Charles' heart fucking soars.
"You want me to win?" Charles asks, the panic having finally started to ease, replaced by confidence.
Max smirks at him, moving his hands down to hold the sides of Charles' neck.
"I'll do my best to make sure you don’t," Max promises, and Charles knows he means it. Knows Max would never in a million years let him win.
"But if you do win, you'll have fucking earned it."
Max kisses him then, a hard press of lips against Charles'. He pulls back mere seconds later, eyes dark.
"Now go out there and fucking prove me right."
It sounds like a challenge.
Max means it like one, too.
Another peck, and then Max is out the door.
Charles glances at himself in the mirror, squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath. Then, he smiles and follows Max — his teammate, his rival, reigning World Champion and holder of his fucking heart and soul — out of the bathroom.
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Charles wins the race and the World Championship in Abu Dhabi, and Max finishes less than half a second behind him.
And it’s fucking beautiful.
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noroi1000 · 2 years
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Fuuuuuck those jealousy HCs were 💯 Mildly inspired by them to request virgin reader/sex HCs for the jjk men ahaha. What is sexy time with them like when they know their partner is a virgin? Bless 🙏🏻
a/n: Gojo and Geto are a bit longer because I am simp and unconsciously I even write more about them 😅
Reader-virgin Headcanons
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Yuji Itadori: You could say that he is one of the delicate people. Or rather, very delicate. He'll keep making sure you're okay and that he can go on. He didn't want to hurt you for anything. That's why it was all like that. He kept asking for permission. He touched you like you let him. Besides, he tried to do everything as gently as he could. His touch was on feather skin and he didn't want to change that until you felt very comfortable. He refrained from acting even a little faster just to know that you were feeling well. He started very slowly and delicately, checking your facial expressions and everything else as he moved. There is only one first time. That's why he wanted to make it as easy and enjoyable as possible for you.
Megumi Fushiguro: Even though Megumi will be more assertive in everything he does, he is still a fragile boy. Half. Maybe more than half the delicacy. He just is gentle and will take care of everything, but is more firm in every touch. He wanted you to trust him. So he gently led you into new spaces of pleasure (even if he doesn't know it that well himself). He wasn't very slow and he didn't linger. He has not asked countless times if you are sure. He listened clearly to your voice when you agreed. And once he knew you were really sure of it, he took the next step. After all, you were ready to take a little pain to get pleasure later. But once he's inside, he's going to be too gentle. He heard more of your moans than before and wasn't sure because he himself began to have indescribable pleasure. That was why he was slow and gentle.
Satoru Gojo: First, he was surprised to find out that you were a virgin. You could have been more innocent, but it would have surprised him anyway. For him, being gentle is something that takes too long. Because if his touch is too light, your body won't get warm easily. He loves it that happened. It's not like he would be laughing. He would just be smiling all the time. Give him one, even uncertain consent, and he will take care of the rest. His hands will be everywhere to show you every sensation you will feel for the first time. He enjoyed every moan as much as the child who got the candy. Besides, even the first time he started to tease. He spoke dirty words, used points that are very sensitive to you. After all, someone touched you for the first time. Your body is sensitive to touch. However, he was very happy that he will be the one to take your virginity. His attitude combined with goofy and serious. He said strange things, but knowing that you were afraid, he began to calm you down. He praised you while he was preparing you. He's not mean. He will go gently at first. There is no way he would start tearing you apart mercilessly. He would never do something like this. The first time with him (his task) is to show you that you will want more. And when he finally gets to move inside of you, he'll say something like "you're so tight; you take my dick so well." He is ruthless to your psyche (dirty conversation, deviant commentary and compliments), but very gentle (at first) to your body.
Kento Nanami: He really respects your decision and will ask if you really are sure and ready. He will try to be as gentle as he can, but he also couldn't promise to keep from doing something stronger all the time. Besides, his touch will always be felt. But he'll be a bit shaky to move around because he didn't want to hurt you. He knew it wouldn't do without a little pain, but he wanted to make you feel comfortable. He will say something like you will blush, he will make your body too prepared. But otherwise he will be quiet and peaceful. He won't spoil the moment by saying something. Besides, he preferred you to be calm and not focus on anything else. Basically, when he got serious, he wanted you to distract before you felt well. So all the first time with him was kissing, slower pace and touching.
Suguru Geto: He thought you were kidding about this being your first time. But when he finally realized that you were telling the truth, he smiled. His movements were bold, but he was calm about the matter. He didn't want you to be afraid, so he tried to be gentle. From the very beginning, he did everything to make you enjoyable, and well enough to make your body prepare for him. Gentle but firm movements. He knew what to do, so he didn't listen to your embarrassment or telling you not to touch it. It was good when you trusted him and stopped forbidding him to do something. Even if you kept on doing that, he wouldn't stop. After all, he knew what was going to be good for your body, and he didn't want to stop doing what he wanted to do so suddenly. So you could only get used to the pleasure he was giving you. You really don't need to talk to him. When he calmly prepares you and knows that he can stop doing this and move on to the next step, he will do so gently. He was sure you could handle it. That's why he kept going even if you were in pain. Pain is a temporary matter, so you don't have to hold back later. After all, his favorite isn't exactly being gentle. Of course, he likes something stronger, which gives more sensations. But he took his time with the preparations and tried to be gentle at the very beginning. He wanted to complain about how tight he felt inside you, but he held out for you to get used to it. Then he began to move slowly. He didn't stop because he knew it would be good for you. And he increased his pace by feeling into your body. You don't have to do anything, he'll take care of everything himself.
Toge Inumaki: He was a bit unsure at first when you were going to start. But after a while, it all began to be normal for him. He tried to make you feel good and also not to feel uncomfortable. That's why you were close to each other. It was quiet. A few moans and a gasp. But there were no conversations between you two. You were only focused on yourself and that made everything go very well. You listened to yourself and it turned out very gently and pleasantly. Almost no pain or discomfort. Everything is easy and good.
Aoi Todo: He was most afraid that he would crush you. He knew his weight and was afraid of crushing you. That's why you were driving the first time. He didn't want to do something that you were afraid or didn't want to do so soon. That's why you were doing what you wanted. You touched and kissed each other. And thanks to the fact that you could control what was happening on your own, you did not feel something you did not want. Even a slight pain wasn't that bad because you could do something to get used to it. And he didn't rush you.
Noritoshi Kamo: If this is your first time, his probably too. If you're his partner, it's definitely his first time. Therefore, he does not know what to do exactly. But together, in small steps, you will surely know what to do together. No unpleasantness.
Yuta Okkostu: He was afraid he would hurt you. And also that it would be his fault. He was not against it, but he was afraid. (And instead of you being scared and he would calm you down, you were calming him down because he was afraid he would do something bad to you). Therefore, everything you did, you did together, close to each other. As seriously as he was needed. He was as gentle as he could and kept checking to see if you were comfortable.
Choso: Even if it's your first time, you are in charge. At first he didn't even know what exactly you meant, but he understood. But he will let you be on top so you can do everything at your own pace. He also added something from himself and encouraged you to do more. That's why you were more willing to do all of this.
Sukuna: You'll have to ask him to be gentle. Really. If you hadn't asked him to do so, it would have been that he would not have been paying attention to how hard he was going. Just because of his preference for fast and hard fucking, he hardly ever did anything delicately. But in the end you are here and give yourself to him. In addition, you ask him to be gentle (so asking him to fuel the fire more and he wants to do it). He could have listened to you this one time. Only once… Because the first time is also only one. But still, everything wasn't so delicate. He did everything his own because he has no patience for it . Just like he wanted. Sharp and brutal. But he slowed a little more just for you. That's why it hurt, it was a bit uncomfortable, but good later anyway.
Toji Fushiguro: It basically depends on his mood. If he found out that you are a virgin at the moment when his humor is a little different than always, which is pissed off, he'll just come up to you with a smile, say something perverted, and drag you into the bedroom. But if you tell him this when he is in a good mood, he will do the same, but gently. The smile is the same, but his hands and movements are less brutal. Additionally, he will make you squirm very quickly because he is not patient. He wanted to bury himself inside you as quickly as he could, but also not to hurt you that much.
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Hi Mun! I didn’t see a character limit so I’ll kindly ask for a headcanon of the JJK men kissing their partners and types of kisses they enjoy! Lmk if this is too much 🙏🏻 I hope it’s ok!
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒.
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feat: gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen
content: fem!reader, implied smut, fluff, implied relationships, public teasing, pet names (baby, pretty (girl), doll, sweetheart, etc.), spanking, light choking
note from pooh: hi my love of course, no there isn't a character limit 😂 so your req is just fine. sorry this took so long hahaha, i had to figure out what to actually write for this since it's my first time doing a multi-character piece, but i think i got it figured out… sorta. so basically it consists of three key words, a brief overview of their kissing style, and then a scenario of said kissing style in action/what it would look like in a scene (it kinda felt better to do it like this so you wouldn’t have to read the same sentences about kissing over and over, hopefully my point still comes across). i’ve based their kissing styles/types on their personalities — also please take the keywords with a grain of salt, there is only so many words to describe how someone kisses and it was difficult 😂 if any sound weird or funny it’s because i couldn’t find a better word, i’m sorry in advance.
should we do a part 2? i have another list of six characters to do next so let me know.
WARNING: this is implied smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED
Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated
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ᝰ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎
playful, teasing and passionate
Gojo is the type to make a game out of kissing you, whether it be in public or in private he’s always finding an excuse to ensnare you with his lips.
“Gojo,” He breaks your oncoming lecture with a teasing peck to your lips, cornering you in the darkest recess of the booth, ensuring that no one could see… well for the most part anyway. “We’re in public-“ Again he interrupts you, smiling as he sees you pout. “Satoru, I swear when we get out of here…”
“You’ll do what, baby?” He chuckles, hand snaking beneath your dress, tracing mindless circles up your inner thigh. “Aw, don’t hide from me, pretty.” His lips path your jaw, each kiss sending a pulse down your spine, his fingers that now lay dangerously close to your panty line not aiding in your partially inebriated state.
Your ensuing moan makes him smirk, hips grinding into his digits subtly, but not subtle enough to go unnoticed. “Careful baby, we don’t need the whole restaurant seeing my hand between these pretty thighs, now do we?” All you could muster was a hushed whine as he applied gentle pressure to your clit.
He loved making you squirm, especially in public places such as these. The simple press of his lips against your neck, the teasing flick of his tongue along the shell of your ear and the chaste pinch of his teeth at your collar bone. All enough to render you to nothing more than a desperate, wanting mess.
“Satoru.”
“Yes, pretty girl?” The question comes in the form of a whisper, a devious smile plastered on the man’s lips as he continues his ministrations beneath the table.
Curiosity overcomes him as you turn, the close proximity allowing your breath to meld with his in your silence. In all honesty he was growing antsy. His own teasing riled him up to the point where he was close to just taking your food to go, but he made you a promise.
“Let’s go.” You say as if reading his mind. And with that, his lips finally meet yours in a passionate kiss, one that almost knocks the air clean from your lungs.
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ᝰ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎
enticing, intoxicating, commanding
Geto is a mysterious man, one who likes to take change and enjoy the way you melt at the touch of his lips against yours.
“Suguru, please.” He’d only kissed you once and yet you were already begging for more. A thick fog of lust blanketing your mind as you attempt to draw him closer, not that that was even possible considering you were already chest to chest.
His tongue parts your lips as he delves deeper into you, fingers laced in your hair to prevent your unlikely escape. He was a drug and you were his addict, you needed him, craved him. The intoxication was too great to deny even he knew that, but fuck was it still captivating to hear your desperate whimpers. To witness the shiver of your body that seethed at each press of his lips against your own.
“Tell me what you want, my love.” He breathes as you part, teeth capturing your bottom lip playfully, daring you to return to the tempting prison of his kiss.
“More.” Was all you could muster, whining as he prolongs the intermission. “I need more, please.”
With a smirk he closes the already minuscule space between your faces, ghosting his lips oh so temptingly against yours. “So come and get it, sweetheart.”
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ᝰ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
dominant, deep, heated
Now I’m sure we’re all aware of just how overwhelming this man can be, he exudes dominance and it’s very present in the way he kisses you.
“So perfect.” Toji mumbles against your pillowy lips, hands perched on your ass as they squeeze the supple flesh.
He swallows your gasp as soon as it sounds, opting to pin you firmly into the mattress. His tongue dances with yours in a routine only he could lead, for he knew it better than anyone. A tango of unimaginable desire and you were just along for the ride.
“Toji-“ Your cries only egg him on, ego inflating further as you fail to kiss him back, unable to withstand the eagerness of his lips.
“That’s it doll, moan for me just like that. Tell me who makes you feel this good.” You hick as he kisses you deeper, your mind overwhelmed by his formidable presence.
Each high-pitched moan fueled the fire roaring in the pit of his stomach. The very one that threatens to ravage you mercilessly in the heat of the moment, setting both you and Toji alight in a blaze of pure licentious bliss.
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ᝰ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
tender, mollifying, loving
Oh, Nanami, sweet perfect Nanami. This man gives the most tender kisses, you can feel every pleasant thought, every silent ’I love you’, every ounce of adoration this man has for you is relayed in his kisses.
After a long day's work, Nanami looks forward to coming home to you the most. To drop all his belongings at the door in search of you, blindly mapping the layout of his home as he listens for your presence. A hum, music, the tapping of a keyboard. He finds you content behind your desk, so focused on your work you don’t even notice him in the doorway.
As he steps through the threshold your gaze shifts, a smile gracing your glossy lips before they part in greeting. However, before you could get a word out, Nanami takes your face in his hands, pulling you from your chair to meet his lips in a soft yet ardent kiss. The hardships of the day dissipate with each slip of his tongue, your body relaxing into him as he draws you closer.
When you finally part, he lays a kiss on your forehead, practically falling to his knees as he succumbs to exhaustion.
You chuckle softly, joining him on the floor. “Rough day?” He sighs as you lay his head on your chest, fingers combing through his disheveled locks.
He meets your gaze silently, hand cupping your cheek to peck your lips. “Not when you’re here.”
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ᝰ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎
possessive, leading, warm
Choso is a soft spoken man, however, that doesn’t mean his kisses are soft. On the contrary he’s quite possessive when it comes to you.
“Choz- mmph!” He cuts you off with a fervent kiss, your back hitting the wall of the entryway.
He guides your hands to his hair, his own arching your back as he draws your hips against his. The memory of that fucker’s gaze on your lips drove him further, adamant to get his admittedly childish point across.
“You’re mine, right baby?” He mumbles against you, your breath shallow against his skin.
“Yes, but what was that for?” Warmth radiates from his flushed skin, contemplation evident in his eyes as he fails to respond. “Choso…”
“I needed to prove a point.” The answer silences you, your confused expression soon brightening in the form of a giddy smile. “What?” He whines, absentmindedly kissing the corners of your lips.
“You’re a dork.” You giggle, drawing him into a kiss once more, this one warmer and devoid of the frustration he’d harboured for so long.
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ᝰ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀
authoritative, carnal, ravenous
Sukuna doesn’t play games, he might at times just to tease you like Gojo (only ten times worse), but that gets old quickly. Sukuna will ravage you without mercy, you will be gasping for air by the time he’s done kissing you.
You weren’t sure what exactly set him off, maybe it was the skirt you wore while grocery shopping, maybe it was because you weren’t wearing anything underneath, or maybe it was the fact that you bent over in said skirt right in front of him.
Whatever it was, had lead you here, straddling Sukuna in the backseat of his car at 10 pm in an empty parking lot, his tongue down your throat, hands unashamedly gripping handfuls of your ass as he forcibly rubbed your clit against his growing bulge.
“‘Kuna, ‘m thawry.” You babble between brief breaths, his lips the gate-keeper of your vocabulary. He was hearing none of it.
With a harsh smack to your ass you gasp, assisting in the insertion of his tongue deeper down your throat. Your nails dig into his biceps as he continues, unbothered by your pleas for separation.
As mad as he was, he couldn’t deny the carnivorous hunger circulating his mind whilst watching you saunter around in that skirt of yours. It took everything in him not to fuck you in the frozen food isle, even more so when you bent over just a little too far, your pretty pussy begging to be touched.
But that would have to wait.
“‘Kuna.” Again he slaps your ass, his free hand clasping the back of your neck when you attempt to flee.
When he’s finally had enough he relaxes against the headrest, both your lips plump and rosy. Lightheaded, you breathe deeply, forehead pressed gently against his own. “Learnt your lesson?” He chuckles darkly, eyes just as dark in their overly dilated state. When you don’t answer he wraps a large hand around your throat, lips grazing yours in warning.
“Yes.” You sigh, breathing finally returning to normal.
“Good, now let’s go home and finish what you started.”
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