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everythingne · 5 months

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wing damage - mv1

Eldest of the Halliwell-Horner pack, Y/n “Nadine” Horner gets her heart broken by the man she’s supposed to wed in six months. Four years of love slipping down the drain faster than she can try and grasp at the remaining water droplets. But... not all hope is lost as far as the f1 community is concerned and they might be right, since Max seems to be trying to get a little closer to his Team Principals daughter.

max verstappen x influencer!horner!reader

warnings & notes: cheating, mentions of alcohol, small age gap (24-27), strong language, probably inaccurate f1 information, using a name as a placeholder for y/n bc i’m not typing that every time, dates are off by two days in the beginning. deal, might have gotten christian's lore wrong but idk man he's just a white guy

fc: sophia la corte (and various ginger women on pinterest.)

04 MARCH 2024 — TWITTER. ↴

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BAHRAIN, 04 MARCH 2024 — REDBULL GARAGE ↴

“Do you want me to confront him?” Max asks, sitting down next to me in the paddock. His hand comes to squeeze my knee, my father rubbing my back as he deletes every photo—every memory of Jacob Taylor from my phone. Four years down the drain. My friends back home at my apartment are currently bagging up his stuff. Both Mona and Ally will move in with me, just like college again, once his stuff is empty. My bare apartment will soon be filled with our old nick nacks but i can hardly be happy about it.

Cheated.

The man who spent 50k on an emerald cut four karat ring with a real gold band, cheated? The man who cried when his mom told him she loved me, cheated? The man who cancelled an entire film set because it conflicted with my schedule, cheated? The man who won over the hearts of not only Geri Horner, but Christian Horner? He was the one who cheated?

Jacob was (strong emphasis on the was) the highest standard I ever held. Now, I didn’t even know what standards to have anymore. Anyone could be a cheater. I never stood a chance.

“It’s fine, Max.” I say softly, wiping at my face again to try and make it look less like I’ve been sobbing since I found out as soon as the plane touched down two days ago. The paddock is buzzing, qualifiers getting ready to start for the first GP. The warm Bahraini sun beats down on the track and I can see the heat wiggling above it. Even in March it’s as hot as summer over here, and part of me misses the gloomy, smoggy streets of London right now.

“It’s not fine!” Max groans at me, throwing his head back in exclamation. I know he’s sick and tired of hearing me say it for the thousandth time, but if I say it’s not fine, I’ll break down. And we can’t have that.

“Max,” Pierre’s voice calls before Max can go on another tirade about killing Jacob. Max turns and I can see the hesitance in him to leave my side. He’s been like this since I met him the first day he raced with Red Bull years back—instantly the two of us clicked. When the days got hard, or his dad got on his back a bit too much, I would appear by his side and with a tiny smile somehow I'd fix everything. After I became his sort of 'chauffeur' when one of our drivers got sick in Abu Dhabi his first year, and we got stuck in an hour of traffic with nothing to do but talk, we became basically glued to each others sides.

I think having my unwavering support made a lot of the transition into Red Bull easier for him. And in moments like these, where he's watching me with a keen eye, I don’t know how I lived so long without his calm presence at my side. I was only a five years old when my dad joined Redbull, it’s been my entire life, and every racer who has passed through our team has never stuck to my side like Max Verstappen has.

“Go.” I nudge his knee when I see his hand twitch and hover by his helmet, eyes darting to me and then Pierre who waits in the doorway, so I supply, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Max nods, giving me a departing hug before he gets up and starts tugging his racing suit on. Immediately my father replaces him, turning my head to card his hands through my hair.

“Oh, honey.” My father murmurs, squeezing my arms as he lets me lean into him, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, Papa.” I sigh, leaning into him and letting his wrap his arms tight around me.

“No, I trusted that boy. That’s what I did wrong.” He says back, before handing me back my phone. We sit like that for a long time, people passing us without asking. Everyone knew. I had found out the same way they all did—on social media. Jacob didn’t even have the balls to tell me himself. Fucking coward.

Eventually someone calls my father away, the racing must now in full swing. So I force myself to sulk off to a hidden corner where I can munch on chocolates and watch Max from a little tv. Not as good as my usual perch next to my dad, but I don’t need the public seeing me the day I find out my fiancé of several years had been cheating almost the whole time. With his co-star. Fucking hell.

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10 MARCH 2023 — LONDON, ENGLAND.

I knew returning home to my apartment was going to be hard. I had spent a few days with my dad, Geri, Olivia, Bluebell, and Monty. My father's third marriage had brought me Bluebell and Monty, Olivia's mother my first step mother and my father's second wife.

My mother? I didn't speak to her for good reason.

But being in my father and Geri's home had been refreshing enough to start and heal my heart. I also learned that Geri was really fucking good at healing, it involved a lot of wine and a lot of cursing.

My apartment had been a home full of happy memories of moving in with Jacob, and our time living together everyday I wasn’t at GPs and he wasn’t on set. Memories of our families and friends together with us, and now it would be just me. So empty. Alone. White walls with no decorations anymore. Just staring at me, closing in slowly.

God, I’d rather kill myself than deal with the solid ache in my heart that hasn’t left in almost a week.

Opening the door I sucked in a breath of pure agony. My father’s warm hand around my shoulder a soft reminder that even if I felt abandoned, I wasn’t alone. Not by a long shot. And as the door clicks open, my hand finds the lights instinctually, and my eyes widen to dinner plates.

“Welcome home!” a chorus cheers and I laugh, all my of old friends circled around the end of the foyers hallway, wine glasses and soju bottles in hand. I can’t even speak as tears fill my eyes and the girls run to me, waving my father off. He kisses my hairline, tells me he'll text me when he gets home, and shuts the door as my friends cart me into the kitchen and wipe my tears and fix up my messy hair with giggles.

“Tonight!” One of my friends—eventually I source the drunken giggles to Ally, “we will make you so hot and sexy, he will regret it.”

“And if he comes crawling back!” It’s Mona now.

“We will rip his dick off!” Marija shouts and the girls raise shots to me.

“Guys—what is all of this?” I can’t help but laugh, and then the three look at each other and smile.

“So… you’ve heard of a revenge dress, right?” Ally says slowly, and it all clicks.

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heartfeltcierra · 1 year

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 2 (Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law

AN- I hope you enjoy part two of OP character receiving a friendship bracelet! (You can find part one that included Roger, Ace, Shanks, Marco and Doffy here)

MasterList

Characters- Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law

Warnings/Contents-Fluff, All SFW, Mentions of fights, Law's is a little angsty and a bit longer.

I'll be posting a marine version tomorrow night including Koby, Garp, Smoker and Issho

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ More under the cut

Zoro

🍶 Zoro was confused at first but smirked seeing what it said “Best swordsman huh?” “You need to make one for curly brows that says “Dumbest cook.”

🍶 Immediately took that back saying he wants to be the only one you make bracelets for

🍶 He noticed there was some spare room on the bracelet, so he came up with a idea to fill the blank spots

“You were pretty tough.” Zoro said, putting his swords back into their sheath. “I’ll get my girl to add you to my bracelet.”

“Excuse me?” Despite being half dead, the bloody man lifted off of the ground with a rather angry expression. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You see this?” Zoro bends down, showing the man the many beads decorating the bracelet. “They represent my victories, and since I won against you, she’ll add a bead to it.” The man could only give Zoro a baffled look knowing he was now nothing more than a mere bracelet charm. “Anyways, nice fight and all but I gotta go. Which way is the exit?”

“To the left.”

“Thanks.”

“You fool, that's the right!”

(To bad the bracelet doesn’t have a GPS)

Luffy

🍗 Rubber boy was very excited when you gave it to him

🍗Would walk up to strangers to show them saying “Y/N made me this, I bet you're jealous!”

🍗The only person that was genuinely jealous was Sanji

🍗 Tries to take good care of it, note TRIES

“Y/n…..” You look and see Luffy peeking his head into your room with an unusual gloomy look on his face.

“What’s wrong Luffy?” He padded over to you and laid the bracelet, or more like parts of the bracelet in front of you.

“It broke earlier during the fight. ” You knew from his tone he felt bad. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay!” You rummaged through the remains and smiled realizing the damage wasn’t irreversible. “I can fix it.” The frown on your captain’s face was finally replaced by that wide smile you know and love. “I’ll even make it more durable so it’s harder to break!”

“You’re the best.” Luffy nearly sent you to the floor as he snaked his limbs around your body. “Also can you make one for my other wrist?”

“Sure what do you want it to say?”

“Meat.”

(I mean it’s Luffy, what did you expect?)

Sanji

💛-You might as well have proposed to the man

💛- Picks you up immediately and starts spinning saying “We might as well plan our wedding~”

💛- A little bummed to hear you weren’t proposing, but is still eccentric that you made him something

“What kind of fighter doesn’t use his hands?” The beaten looks up at Sanji

“Listen pal, my hands are only meant for two things. For Cooking…” His serious face scrunches up to his signature lovestruck idiot. “And for wearing bracelets made by my dear Y/N-Swan~”

(Please make this man more bracelets)

Bartolomeo

💚 -His soul ascends into the clouds seeing that you made him something (Bonus points if your a straw hat pirate)

💚-Would fall to the ground and cry for a good half hour claiming he was “unworthy.”

💚- But despite loving the bracelet, he NEVER wears it

“Look at what was bestowed upon me.” He proudly holds up a small display case. “A friendship bracelet handcrafted by none other than Miss Y/N.”

The entire Strawhat lovers congregation would ooh and awe at the encased bracelet.

“I could sit all day and bask in the sheer awesomeness.” Bart hits the floor with tears running down his face. “I just…I love her so much.”

“Oh no boss man’s going down!”

“What do we do?!”

“I don’t know, but we better figure something out. Were losing him!”

Luckily after a cold towel and some fanning, the Barto Club was able to revive their green haired leader.

(Please do not make this man any more bracelets , unless you want to send him into a coma.)

Sabo

🎩- You had no idea what you were really getting yourself into

🎩-You know how people flex their engagement rings? Yeah Sabo’s going to do that… a lot

🎩-“Oh this thing? Well my beautiful Y/N hand crafted it for m-“ Would go on and on when literally no one asked 💀💀💀

“Y/N come quick it’s Sabo!” You follow Hack in a full blown panic as he leads you down to the RA’s infirmary.

“Sabo!” You see him lying in one of the beds breathing heavily with a towel on his forehead. “What happened?”

“Y/N….” You rush to his side and he takes your hand in his. “I’m sorry. But…” Tears roll down his face. “I promise I did everything in my power to save it….”

“To save what Sabo?”

“My…..my…..MY BRACELET.”

….

“I’m leaving.”

“Why?” 🥺

“Sabo you literally went into shock, scared everyone half to death and ended up hospitalized , over a bracelet.”

“But it’s not just any bracelet.” He frowns. “You made it for me.”

“And I’ll make you another one.” You playfully roll your eyes. “So tell me what exactly happened to it?”

“To be honest, I burned it off accidentally.” He nervously scratches the side of his head. “I’m still not quite used to my new powers.”

“I see.” You nod. “I’ll see if I can somehow make one that’s fireproof.”

“You will?” The blonde smiles and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him on the bed. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too.” You let yourself relax into his hold. “With that being said, can you promise me that you'll never do this again?”

“You have my word not only as the chief of staff, but also as your overly dramatic boyfriend….. that I may do this again.”

(Sabo is a absolute drama queen and you cannot tell me otherwise)

Law

🫀- And the crowd goes mild

🫀- Literally had no initial reaction

🫀- Law would stare at it, then back at you, then back to the bracelet, then back to you

🫀- Poor man is not good at showing his emotions, so bear with him

“Why?” Law gives you a confused look while staring at your labor of love.

“Because I wanted to.” You shrug your shoulders, a little hurt seeing the lack of reaction.

“I see.” Law doesn’t put the bracelet on, instead he puts it in his pocket. “Thank you.” He immediately turns his attention away from you and goes back to working.

“Sure” You turn away with a frown. “I’ll go now, see you later.”

The second you leave the room Law is pulling that bracelet back out of his pocket while sporting the deepest shade of red on his cheeks.

He was so caught off guard and over the moon because of how cute and excited you looked while giving it to him that he completely went brain dead.

But he was now back to his senses and remembered the frown on your face as you left the room.

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You were laying on your bed sulking when you heard a knock on your door followed by a “It’s me.” You recognize your boyfriend's voice, but you're still hurt from earlier so you don’t reply. Instead you bury your face deeper into the pillow

“SHAMBLES.”

“I didn’t say you could come in…” You spoke into the “pillow” which is now none other than Law.

“You also didn’t say I couldn’t.” His tattooed arms pull you closer into his chest.

“Guess not.” Despite being angry at him, you can’t help but enjoy the closeness. “Is there something that you need, captain?”

“Yes there is actually.” Law says in a matter of fact tone “I have a very important task to assign you to.” You look up at him completely confused. “I need you to make me a bracelet with our jolly Roger on it.”

“You want another bracelet?” You pull back from his hold. “I didn’t think you liked the first one I gave you.”

“I didn't like it, I loved it... see.” You smile seeing the bracelet was in its rightful place on his wrist. “So do you think you can do it?”

“Of course I can.” You jump up from the bed and run over to your desk that was covered in different colors of twine. “I’ll work on it right now!”

Law feels relieved seeing the smile he fell in love with back on your face. Mission accomplished. He was about to leave the room to let you work, but couldn’t help but notice a huge pile of bracelets sitting in a basket on your dresser.

“Damn Y/N you really like making these don’t you?” Law said while rummaging through the bracelets.

“Law, wait!” It was too late, he was already holding the cheesy couples bracelets you made out of self indulgence. “I umm. I just made these for fun..”

“Oh really?” Law smirks while spinning the bracelet around his finger. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll take this one with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” Law nods before throwing the other bracelet into your lap. “And you should wear yours too.”

Law leaves you an embarrassed mess, but at the same time, despite his “cool guy” act, he was just as embarrassed if not more. Why does she have to be so cute???

(Won’t say it out loud, but is loving the fact he now owns a bracelet that say “I ❤️ Y/N”)

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thebearer · 10 months

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I’m obsessed with your whole account! 🫶🏻

Imagine the first family you go to when you’re newly dating. You sneak into the kitchen and when he sees you he lights up and I know that Ritchie would give him such shit lol

thank you thank you!! this is so cute ahhh!! hope you enjoy!!

Carmen’s text told you to come to the back- but not the left alley, just park next to him in the back, you won’t get towed there. You rang the buzzer, finger jabbing in the tiny button, a shrill ringing from the inside that had you stepping back at the rise in voices.

“I got it! I got it, Chef! Fuck.” You heard Carmen before you saw him, white shirt, blue apron, bluer eyes.

“Oh, h-hey.” Carmen’s eyes lit, dazzling even in the gloomy Chicago day.

“Hi.” You grinned.

This relationship was new between you and Carmen, still exciting, still learning about each other. He felt bad for not getting to see you as much as he wanted, inviting you to ‘family’.

“Uh, shit, sorry, my brain is all over the fuckin’ place. Come in.” Carmen pushed the heavy back door open so you could slip in, taking in the back of the kitchen. Newly renovated and still dazzling.

“You find it ok?” Carmen asked, immediately flinching. “I-I mean, obviously you did. Was- It wasn’t hard to find, right?” He’s blushing already, babbling in that nervous trill he always did around you.

“Yeah, you have perfect directions.” You hummed. “My GPS made it easy too.”

Carmen was burning to his ears. “Right.” He nodded, hands on his hips when Marcus whizzed at him.

“Chef, where is the basil paste- oh, hello.” Marcus stopped, eyes meeting yours. “Are you the new hostess? I’m Marcus-“

“-No, no, she’s not… She’s not a hostess.” Carmen’s cheeks burned more, if that was even possible. Did he say girlfriend? He hadn’t asked, and fuck, he didn’t want a repeat of last time, but this was different. You were different.

“Oh. Right.” Marcus caught Carmen’s eye, grinning knowingly. “Well, uh, it’s nice to meet you. Carmen’s talked a lot about you.”

“Has he?” You giggled, eyes flicking to Carmen’s, amused by his discomfort. “Good things, right?”

“Of course.” Carmen laughed, nervous and breathy.

“Yeah, only the best things.” Marcus nodded. “Uh, Chef, basil paste? For the cannolis?”

“Right, right, uh, in the walk-in top left.” Carmen nodded, Marcus waving at you before walking away.

“So you’ve been talking about me?” You lifted a brow playfully.

Carmen felt like he could melt into the floor. “Yeah, of course.” He muttered, boyish and sweet. “Uh, we should be done soon, if-if you want to look at the front or sit in my office. Or whatever you want to.”

“Wherever you want me, Chef.” You quipped playfully. Carmen could feel his zipper tightening behind his jeans.

“Uh, why don’t you look at the front. I, uh, I hung that painting we got.” Carmen put s hand on your back, hesitantly, leading you through the kitchen. It was so minimal, so sweet, how he was hesitant to touch you still so respectful and a little scared- like you hadn’t spent the better part of last night and early this morning with him between your legs.

“Oh? You actually liked it?” You giggled. “Weren’t just lying to me to impress me?”

“Never.” Carmen grinned sweetly.

You looked at the dimming lights, so elegant and classy. It was a far cry from The Beef, but you loved it. It was so Carmen, inside and out.

“I’m going to go check on everyone, but, uh, I’ll be back, ok? Just-Just yell if you need anythin’, alright?” Carmen nodded, hand rubbing down your arm gently.

“I’ll be alright, Carmy.” You grin. “Go on, Chef. I’ll roll silverware if you need me to. Keep myself busy.”

“No, I- that’d be a pretty shitty date askin’ you to work.” Carmen laughed lightly.

“Had worse. Promise.” You shrugged playfully. “I don’t mind, Carmy.”

“No, we got it covered, but thank you.” Carmen hesitated for a moment, faltering before he let his lips brush over your cheek. “I’ll be back.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Cousin.” The swinging doors flung open, Richie waltzing in with a wide smirk. “I’ll keep her company. How you doin’, sweetheart? Good to see you again.”

You laughed at Carmen’s horrified face. You’d met Richie once, briefly, very briefly. When he’d bust through the door of Carmen’s apartment unannounced and caught a glimpse of you bent over the counter before Carmen screeched at him to leave. Carmen had been mortified, sure you would leave him because of his stupid not even cousin. You had just laughed, hiding your face in your hands, before you were introduced.

“Oh, fuck, not this.” Carmen groaned. “Cousin, please, don’t-don’t fuck this up f’me.” He muttered lowly, passing Richie in the door.

“C’mon, cousin. Are you serious? It’s me.” Richie rolled his eyes, a statement that did not make Carmen feel any better. “I got it. I won’t embarrass you, Chef.”

Carmen hesitated, the loud clattering of a pot falling the only thing that brought his attention away, turning back into the kitchen.

During family, Carmen made your plate for you, telling you about the dish with so much excitement and care it made you swoon. You couldn’t care less about the ingredients or the history truly, but the way Carmen’s eyes lit up, rambling about every fact he knew made your heart swell.

Tina’s eyes cut, lips rolling in smug satisfaction. “Richard,” She called, catching his attention. She nodded lightly towards the two of you, huddled together and giggling lightly between soft whispers. “She a good one?”

“The best, T.” Richie nodded proudly. He believed it too, he loved how good you were with Carm- for Carmen.

Tina nodded. “Good.” She smiled, beaming at the two of you. “Jeff needs it. Needs somethin’ besides this place.”

Richie snorted lightly. “Yeah? You have no idea.” He muttered, looking down at the two of you. You were good, both of you, good for each other. Richie had a feeling that this wouldn’t be your last family- he had a feeling you’d stick around.

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02void · 2 years

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chax gp lacey lace gloomy bunny

#ul #gloomy bear #1k

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disease · 4 months

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GLOOMY BEAR | "CRAZY MONOTONE" ED.

#CHAX #plushies #mori chack #gloomy bear #kawaii #monotone #taito #GP #japanese #eBay #u

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kookslastbutton · 2 years

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Til Death Do Us Part ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: "Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."

Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?

Pairing: husband!taehyung x wife!reader

AU/genre: smut, fluff, angst, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: explicit sex, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, car sex, make-up sex, foreplay, vaginal fingering, impreg kink, breastplay, daddy kink, tiny bit of edging, biting, big dick!taehyung, arguing at first bc reader is pissed at Taehyung

Now Playing: Va VA Voom - Nicki Minaj

A/N: I don't know what to say expect don't throw your only means of directions out the window! But I guess it's not so bad with Tae ;) thank you so much to @cherrysoulth for being my beta 💜💜

"I cannot believe you!" Arms crossed, you glare at your newlywed husband from the drivers seat.

"Baby," Taehyung voice struggles to be soothing. "We're gonna be fine. Calm down."

"Will you stop saying that? It's not fine!" You grit your teeth before continuing, "We are trapped in god knows where with no cell service and look, the gas tank is on E. What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I-I was trying to do something romantic okay?! I just thought it would be a nice idea to go off beat a little."

"And that meant throwing the only directions we have out the window? That genius idea really got my heart pounding Tae. Oh, how much I love thee."

"Y/n, you're overreacting. Like I said, we're gonna be-"

"Shut. Up!" Unbuckling your seat belt you open the passenger door of the car and jump out.

"Where are you going? Get back in here."

"We can't stay here Tae. We need to find help." You adjust the bottom of your dress.

Sighing, your husband looks out the windshield before glancing back at you. "Sweetheart, look around. It's almost dark . Where are we going to go?"

"I don't know but I'm not sitting here and arguing with you." You grab your bag from the armrest and slam the door.

Taehyung lands a harsh hit to the steering wheel with his palm before unbuckling himself to follow after you.

After ten steps, heavy droplets of rain begin pouring down on both of your heads. Wonderful, you think with clenched fists, Three cheers for the happy couple.

Eyes burning with frustration, you turn around and tread back to your rental car. Taehyung unlocks the doors and you both jump in. A solid 7 minutes pass with neither of you saying anything. You stare out the passenger window, observing the current gloominess of mother nature. Hmm, maybe she's pissed at your husband too.

"I'm sorry," your husband suddenly murmurs.

"As you should be. I told you not to do it. Look at the situation we're in now."

"Baby, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I figured after following the GPS everywhere it might be relieving to do our own thing for a while. Yes, we got ourselves in some trouble but I say we think of this as something we'll laugh about years down the road. This type of stuff happens to people all the time, so let's not worry too much."

Turning your face away from the glass, you throw a slight scowl his way.

How can he be so nonchalant about this?

Ignorant to your facial expression, he continues. "I'll tell you a story of when Seokjin and I got lost in the woods. We were on our way back from an 8 mile hike but we ended up following the wrong trail markers. We tried finding a sign with a map on it but we were so far off the path that there weren't any around. So what did we do? We-"

"Tae."

Sensing a hint of threat in your tone, he side eyes you and abruptly closes his mouth. You lean your head back to rest it against the window and exhale.

"So what's the plan?"

"We wait until dawn when it's light out and the skies are hopefully clear. Should be able to able to get out of this mess then."

Having no other alternative, you nod and rest your eyes. One of Taehyung's hands hesitantly moves towards your own. It faintly brushes against your wrist before gently resting over your knuckles.

"Sorry again," he breathes.

Thirty minutes pass and you'd hope to have drifted into a slumber by now, but no. You're mind was still very much awake and running. Irritated, you roll on your side. Taehyung notices your shift and angles his face towards yours. His breath tickles your skin.

"I can feel your stare Tae. Ease up."

"Never. You look like an angel like this."

"Mm, I'm a sleepless angel then." You lift your lids. A small shiver traces up your body upon viewing your husband's handsome face near your own.

"Are you still mad at me?" He swallows softly.

Eyes lingering on him, you notice he looks like a wounded puppy. Maybe you should ease up too. You sigh and raise the corners of your mouth into a half smile. "I guess not as much as before. But no more throwing directions out of the window."

"I won't—I love you."

"I love you too. Did you sleep?"

He shakes his head in denial. "I couldn't."

"Too bad…I think we're going to be bored for a while then."

"Not necessarily, we just need to think of a way to distract ourselves."

Curious you raise an eyebrow. "Like?"

"Game."

"Eh, I'm not really in the mood for that."

"Jokes."

"Do you have one?"

He thinks for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "Not really."

"Any other ideas, husband?"

He wets his lip and give you the look. You squint at the expression. He wasn't wanting to—shit he was.

Lips parting, you smile in disbelief. "We're not having sex. Not happening."

"And why shouldn't it?"

"Because this is a rental car Tae."

"So, we'll have to be careful." Leaning closer, he sneaks a hand up your thigh. It glides underneath the skirt of your dress and rests firmly on your lower hip. "I know it's relatively tight in here, but we'll make it work. Just like our first time, huh?"

"I-I said no. Besides, didn't we just have sex this morning?"

"Yeah but it's our honeymoon. We can have sex ten times a day if we want."

"Huh, you wish! I think you'd get me pregnant by then."

A grin spreads like oil on his face. Dammit, you just teased it, didn't you? If there's one thing you knew about your husband it's that he wanted a baby real quick. Two babies. Maybe more if he was lucky.

"You know sweetheart, now that we're married," he starts. "Totally devoted to each other. We should think about having a—"

"Stop!" You cut in anxiously.

Taehyung chuckles, "Fine, but eventually we should talk about it. I guess for now we can keep exploring our interests, starting with us hopping in the back seat."

"I think I already gave you an answer, didn't I?"

"Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."

"No means no. Haven't you learned your lesson already regarding your little GPS incident?"

"Of course I have and I feel terrible about it, along with my dick. All we both want to do now is make it up to you. We're very kind you know. Extremely selfless."

"Oh god stop talking like that. And excuse me Mr. Kim but your dick is the furthest from kind. I can't count how many times it's-mrph!"

Unable to restrain himself further, he seals his lips against your own. It's demanding but warm. Shocks of electricity sweep through your body with every move. It starts at the top of your head and reaches down to the tips of your toes. His tongue breaks through the seam of your lips a few heartbeats later, causing a moan to escape.

"Let's get in the back Mrs. Kim," he mumbles between kisses. You feel him tug the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. A delicious sensation awakens within your core when his slender fingers brush against your clit.

"You're playing dirty."

"Yeah, and it's making you wet isn't it?"

Adding pressure, he traces small circles around the sensitive area before pushing the tips of his fingers into your folds. You mewl at the intrusion. You think he'll sink them all the way in but he doesn't, stopping half-way.

You fight the urge to give in but your lower region was screaming for relief. "More, Taehyung, please."

He smiles against your lips. "Get in the back and I will."

Fisting his shirt, you force him off your lips. "Alright," you agree. "But we're only doing this once."

"You mean so much to me baby. I'd marry you over and over again," he breathes, running his hands along your bare skin. He trails from your shoulder and down to your breasts. They're cool at first but a fire sets in when he presses into your breasts with his palms. Your buds peak in arousal at the contact. He rolls them between his fingers a few times before gently grazing down your sides. You close your eyes and sink into the euphoric pleasure, knowing you belonged to him.

Eventually a hand slips down to your throbbing heat. As his fingers push into you, a ripple of satisfaction rushes through your veins. "Daddy," you gasp softly.

"Mm already?" His fingers pump into you allowing the pressure in your core to build. "I remember the first time you called me that."

You smile, recalling the event. "That's a day your dick wasn't kind at all. I think you took me about three times that night."

"Oh no you don't. I recall asking you if you wanted to stop after the first round but you refused. You were the one that wanted to go again and again."

Unable to deny it, you bite down on your lip.

"None of that," he scolds. Your eyes flutter open at the slight change in tone. You feel your pulse pick up as he begins moving faster in you, curling his fingers in the process.

"Ahh, Taehyung. Fuck." You tilt your head back, bathing in the feeling of being torn apart.

"I love seeing you like this you know. So pretty, just for me. Do you have any idea how wet you are right now?"

"I-I have an idea," you barely mutter.

In a matter of moments you feel the knot within your core burst free. Taehyung's fingers extract from within you, making you tilt your head up. Upon viewing your husband again, you watch as he raises his fingers to his lips. They were dripping with your cum but not for long.

"I told you it'd be fine if we were careful, huh?" Taehyung sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off completely. "Open your legs a bit more for me," he urges. When you do he crawls closer to you and presses the tip of his length to your sex. Upon easing it in, you both moan. Finally.

"Fuck. You're so perfect baby. So fucking perfect and you're all mine."

He starts at a slow pace but they quicken with every thrust. Your body jolt against his as the friction increases.

"This feeling good?"

"Urghh, it does da-daddy. Oh god, maybe this was a pretty good idea. Us doing this."

"Must be kissing your cervix pretty damn right then hm? Who knows maybe we'll do this ten times a day after all." He pushes deeper in you, causing you to grip tightly on his shoulders.

"Taehyung," you gasp. "Do you realize—how big your dick actually is? I can barely last as long as I do now, let alone ten times a day."

Smirking, he bends down and presses his lips against the curve of your neck. He nips at it gently before licking a steady stipe up to your jaw. You let out a sharp whine. After a couple of more rough thrusts, you start clenching.

"I'm almost there, Tae. I'm gonna come soon. Just another minute maybe."

"Me too. Can you wait a bit more though? I'll meet you." He grunts and draws his length out from you before slamming it back in. You scream at the motion.

"Arghhh Taehyung, I don't think I can hold it now!"

"Alright I got you baby." Desperately trying to unbind the cord in both your bodies, your husband continues to work in you. The bundle of nerves in you threatens to snap with every push. When his dick begins to twitch, his thrusts get sloppy.

"Argh fucking hell!" He groans hotly. " I'm just about there, fuck!"

"Come in me daddy, come on," you egg. "Wanna feel you cover me inside. Maybe give me a baby too. Don't you want that? Huh?"

"Fuck yeah I want that. You know I wanna put a baby in you so bad. Knowing you're the one carrying my child, shit, makes me feel so satisfied. I love you so much, oh god."

"Do it, do it Taehyung. Fill me up and make me round just like you've always wanted. I know you have it in you. Fucking give it to me Taehyung. Just d—argh Taehyung!!"

"Fuck baby!"

Finally coming together, you both pant with relief. A couple of minutes pass before you feel him pull out of you. His length shines with your arousal. You feel yourself heat up again.

"Well that was pretty hot." You hear your husband say.

"Definitely."

"About that baby though-"

"I'm on the pill Tae."

"Ah, okay—my impreg kink slipped out again."

"Oh it always does, Mr. Kim." Your eyes twinkle with amusement. "But its sexy."

"Shit, I wanna go again."

"Already?"

He nods. "Want you to get on my dick and ride me this time."

You contemplate for a second. Springing up from your lounged position you eagerly crawl up on his lap. A smirk on both your faces.

Yeah, the car rental people probably won't like you both after this. It got pretty messy by the time everything was said and done…four rounds later. But you we're trapped in love and it felt like robbery to cut yourself short.

When the morning comes, it'll all fall into place—or you'll never let Taehyung drive again—or touch the GPS. Ever.

A/N: I'm so pleased that you'd come read my fics and do hope that you will find some joy in them. That said I'd really love to hear your feedback more than anything. It helps me grow as a writer and put out more fics for you all to enjoy 💕 thank you

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wandamaximoffbaewrites · 11 months

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I've got a request 😄

Car sex with Natty when you're both stranded on the middle of nowhere because of heavy rain

Rained in

Pairing: GP!Dom!Natasha Romanoff x Sub!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: (the request)

Warnings: 18+, car sex, vaginal penetration (r receiving), oral sex (r giving), fingering (r receiving), vibrator torture, dry humping, r watching nat masturbate, degradation, praise, pain kink, mommy kink (n)

a/n: Need some nat smut on here fr

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You and Nat decided to go for a drive. Nowhere in particular, it was just one of those days. It was gloomy and you had warned Natasha about the forecasted heavy rains. She ignored you, wanting to be out with you so bad. Eventually the rains got so bad that she pulled to the side of the road in a rural area.

"See, Natty, I told you so!" you boasted, "I was right!"

Natasha looked over at you. You knew she hated being proven wrong, so the look she shot you radiated pure need to punish you. She climbed over the console, straddling your lap. She reclined the seat and you felt the bulge against your heated cunt. Fuck she made you so wet with just one look.

"Mmmm, getting cocky, are we, kotenok?"

You stared up at the redhead topping you and whimpered pathetically.

"That's what I fucking thought, brat."

She began sucking and kissing your neck, knowing what spots made you moan and arch your back. She pulls you onto her lap. You start to grind on her thigh, rolling your hips to get friction from her jeans in your soaked and pantiless pussy.

Natasha began to trail her hands under your shirt, teasing your nipple under the fabric, delighted that you weren't wearing a bra. She removes your shirt, watching your tits fall free. She leans down and sucks one of your nipples, biting and marking the left one before moving to the left one, hickeys forming. She removes her mouth, your tits glistening with saliva as she kisses up your neck, then your lips. You two make out, and as she slips her tongue in your mouth she thrusts two fingers into your pussy, making you moan and inhale sharply. She finger fucks you, adding a third finger.

"F-fuck Natty, want your dick right now," You moan between kisses, groping stupidly toward her pants. Nat pulls out of you.

"Did you get permission you needy little whore?" Natasha asks, not waiting for an answer. You shake your head, but she's not looking. She turns back to you, holding a black vibrator wand. Of course Natasha would have one, fully charged, in her car. She moves your seat back to give her more room and a better view. She turns the vibrator on, and as she presses it on your pussy, you automatically being whimpering and trying to hump the vibrator like you had just done with her thigh. she laughs at your pathetic attempts and slaps your pussy, drawing a moan from your mouth. Nat smirks, remembering your pain kink. She moves the vibrator to your tits, moaning when she sees how they move with the vibrations while her other had pinches your clit. the single pinch almost causes you to cum right then and there.

"fuck mommy, I'm gonna cum! Please- please-" you cry, Natasha still pinching your clit. She makes a noise, acknowledging she heard you, while she turns off the vibrator off and gives your clit a final pinch.

"Good girl, telling mommy you were gonna cum. But mommy's not done yet." Natasha says, before stripping herself. Her tits drop from her bra, and her cock springs from her boxers. You almost start drooling at the sight. Natasha has decided to make you watch her masturbate so you cum. She spits on her hand so she can start stroking her dick, base to tip. You whine and grind on the seat, wishing it was you making Nat moan and her dick twitch. She turns the vibrator to her own tits, letting out a groan. She continues stroking her cock in front of you.

"Fuck y/n wish this was your pretty mouth on my dick."

You whine loudly at the comment, still grinding, this time on your fingers which you've stuck inside yourself. As she quickens her pace, so do you, fucking yourselves faster and faster until you both cum at the same time. Natasha groans for you to come clean her up. You crawl over and begin to suck her dick clean of cum. but why stop there? you continued to suck on her till she came all over again, this time in your mouth. She was encouraging you the whole time.

You sucked up the cum and released her tip from your mouth, kitten licking it a couple of times. she praised you, and noticing that the rain had cleared, began to re-dress, kissing you before starting on the drive home.

#deadlynightshade418 #natasha romanoff x reader smut #fem!reader

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blerb-f1 · 1 month

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Paddock shenanigans

Oscar Piastri x trad goth!reader PART TWO

This is a Sequel - find part one here

“Oscar, have you seen Y/N since the whole ‘setting your car on fire’ thing?” Mark Webber asked, fiddling with his steaming coffee mug.

“No. Dr. Roberts returned and Y/N was off training with the FIA. Don't you remember that? You were the one that told me in the first place!” Oscar complained. Mark shook his head. “Right - I totally forgot. I got my hands full of your contract negotiation goin' on. Have you spoken to Y/N at least? I know you got her contact info.”

Now it was Oscar's Turn to shake his head. “Y/N had to hand off her phone. Secret FIA stuff or something. Training's been pretty intense from what I've heard. Almost a Bootcamp. Appears Dr. Roberts really wants to retire about now. “

Before Webber could answer him, however, his phone's special chime went off. A message directed to Oscar, who'd managed to toss his own phone in the bath, had arrived. Y/N was now fully starting at her position coming the Saudi Arabian GP.

The young Australian driver smiled as he read it.

As the GP weekend rolled around, Oscar found himself excited. Y/N was good to be around - or more than that. He couldn't really tell himself.

The paddock was lively with music blasting, though not that much to his liking. The practice sessions went well for him, less good for Carlos Sainz Appendix. Y/N was the one to order him to the hospital. Oscar himself hadn't had the chance to spot the woman yet, but a chance would surely arise.

The second he finished that thought, Oscar spotted a familiar gloomy appearance.

Y/N stood in the distance, long black sleeves cuffed at the end, puffing up at her shoulders and fluttering in the wind, a dark hat resting on top of her hair. The second she spotted him, she jumped up and waved but also dropped her cup of coffee.

Oscar rushed over to her, ignoring the media, snapping pictures.

“Nice to see you, Y/N. It's been so long! Should i call you Dr. L/N now?”

Y/N chuckled. “I don't think that's necessary after I managed to set your car aflame. Was McLaren angry at you?”

Oscar cringed on the inside. The chewing out he'd received afterwards wasn't exactly simply lovely. “A bit. But it's all good, McLaren saw this as a chance to fix the car.” He took a simple look down at the spilled coffee on the ground.

“Fancy a new mug of coffee? My treat at the McLaren Hospitality?”

“Coffee sounds good. Let's go!”

The Walk to the hospitality was short, letting Y/N sip on her new Latte Macchiato much earlier than she could have hoped to.

“You look quite simple today. What's up with that?”

“That's pretty direct Oscar. Short answer: I'm a doctor now, can't turn up in a full face of makeup that gets somewhere it's not supposed to. Everything else? This is a Muslim country. Didn't wanna rock up too revealing - not that i usually am.”

“I feel like the bite you spoke of the last time we met is kinda gone Y/N.” Oscar exclaimed.

The woman just pressed her face on the tabletop, sighing loudly.

“Oh Honey, you wouldn't know. Be happy you're a driver - FIA bootcamp is hell.”

“Hell?” He laid his head to the side, looking like a depressed puppy.

“Sleep deprivation, caffeine overdosing and overworking. They had me going from morning till evening and then last minute studying.” Her fingers were shaking as if the sheer thought was causing her agony. “I am, however, very well-prepared for this job now. Dr. Roberts can retire in peace now. I also got to meet someone great.”

She perked up at that before pulling out her phone. The wallpaper presented to Oscar showed her standing next to a lady in an old-school racesuit, looking quite old herself.

“I got to meet Michèle Mouton! I got to practise driver extraction on her!” With her voice rising high, one could feel Y/N getting excited.

“The rally Legend? That's hella cool Y/N. Though your fangirling makes me think you'd prefer working with her than in F1” Oscar teased her.

“Shut up mate! It's Michèle Mouton! Who wouldn't fangirl meeting her! She was quite happy seeing me enter the world of Motorsport. She even took me on driving laps around circuits and even road track's. Believe me, she scared the carsickness out of me.”

“So our doctor doesn't need a doctor of her own after a car ride? That's nice - i feel like I'm in much better hands now. Have you told the other drivers yet?”

Y/N balled her fists. “Who allowed you to be so cocky, huh? I rescued you from becoming cooked chicken in Qatar. Be grateful.”

Oscar bowed forward. “Thank you, dear saviour. How could i ever repay this favour?”

Y/N pondered for a second before answering. As she turned to speak, her beeper announced itself. She read the little device before downing her coffee and standing up. “Sorry Oscar, that'll have to wait. I need to check over Ollie Bearman and his dad. Both are nervous wrecks. See you!”

She spoke before running out, sleeves fluttering like a crow's wing.

Qualifying went well though Oscar couldn't spot the doctor again. Only after the actual race on Sunday did he catch her again - standing next to the medical car still in her racesuit, talking to a few FIA employees about something. Her hair had been put into a tight braid, looking disheveled from the helmet sitting on top.

As she caught Oscar, she said goodbye to her colleagues before speeding off.

“Congrats Oscar! I bet it felt great to finally leave Lewis behind you.” She greeted him.

“It sure did - a podium would have been nicer though”, Y/N fumbled around the medical bag slung over her shoulder before procuring a bottle of water of which she quickly downed half. “You came back nice and healthy - so that's all that matters. Want some?” She finished off with a question. Oscar took the bottle, letting the leftover water run down his throat. “Very good. You've been looking a little red again. Make sure to drink enough.”

“Yes Doctor, i will.” He cheekily responded to her. “So what did you want from me as payment for your chivalrous deed? Well, both good deeds now. Nothing's for free when you're concerned. I bet you want repayment.”

Y/N placed her hands on her hips. “Of course Oscar - take example of the Dutch. They even want you to PayPal a Euro if they buy you something.”

“Glad then that i haven't been in Max debt yet.” Oscar smiled at her again. “Want me to repay you in monetary value?”

Y/N sat the bag down on the floor, packing the waterbottle before turning to him again.

“I'd like you to take me out for dinner somewhere. You've got my number, right? I know Mark got you a new phone. So contact me with the time and place. I gotta go now! FIA isn't kind to people being late.”

With that she zoomed off again, leaving Oscar behind in mild confusion. Had she just asked him to take her on a date? Apparently. He'd better get researching then.

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Sorry for dissaprearing for so long - at first Exam Season kicked my butt and then writing papers was my 13th reason. Enjoy, i'll try to update more!

#f1 x reader #blerb writes #oscar piastri #carlos sainz x reader #f1

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suki-daydreams · 7 months

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Until Next Time

summary : gojo and baker reader meet again

notes : this is pt. 2!! pt. 1 is Umbrella link

info : past arc gojo x baker reader, gn reader (if I do use any prounouns, LMK!!), soft gojo, gojo is stupidly in love (but doesn't know it yet), fluff

IF GOJO SEEMS OOC - he is still processing/accepting what happened so he's a chill in this one, but he slowly is gaining he regular self back- thanks to you

UNEDITED

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Gojo let out a long groan as he stretched his arm, he had just left the airport after an exhausting mission overseas sent by Yaga. It's been a week since the incident with you, and yet you never left his mind. All he wanted to do was meet you again.

He had taken a picture of the shop name, he was 75% sure you worked there.

"it's been a couple hours since they were made- it's usually better fresh, but I hope you enjoy them either way!" You smiled, then waved goodbye at him.

His intuition was good- you knew when the batch of desserts had been made, that's all he needed to know. He brought out his phone and began to type in the shop name on his GPS. With that he pulled up the location and began to make his way towards your bakery.

He stared at the store in shock, the stairs you found on him slumped on was right in front of your bakery. He must've had his guard down because he didn't even sense you when you came up behind him that day.

With a deep breath he pushed the door and made his way inside. A sweet scent of cupcakes, cake, kikufuku, castella, any dessert- you name it, immediately hit his nose. It didn't overlap each other, the smells weren't too strong. It was a nice smell.

He was also the only one there, well who goes to a bakery at 4 pm? The sun was still out and shining, the golden lighting was beautiful hitting all the plants and art decorations in your shop.

"Be right with you!"

His heart jumped, your voice. Then all of a sudden, he felt nervous. Would you still remember him? How would you remember him? His palms started getting sweaty. Why was he nervous? Why is it getting hot? He should've just gone home.

The great Gojo Satoru- is sweating over your voice? Cursed spirits must envy you.

You came out from behind a curtain while dusting yourself clean, "hello, what can I get for you today?" You said, then looked up at him.

"Hi, remember me?" He asked with a sheepish smile.

Your brows furrowed at the statement and tilted your head to get a good look at his features. He didn't miss how your eyes gleamed back up at him. Hair as white as snow, sky blue eyes, shimmering pale skin, glossy lips- who was he again? He looks familiar.

Then suddenly it all clicked together and you snapped your fingers, "oh! You're that gloomy kid on the stairs," you said, he frowned. That's the impression he left on you?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said pouting and waved his hand off, slightly hurt at the word you used to described him.

You smiled and leaned forward, "how have you been?"

"I'm doing fine. Thanks for helping me that day," Gojo said, "I forgot your umbrella, so I'll bring it back next time."

Your eyes softened at the 'next time'.

He cleared his throat, "I should've offered to walk you home or something after you gave me your umbrella and desserts."

You waved him off, "no, no. It's quite alright," You said with a smile, "you don't need to worry about me."

"Well, I did feel better thanks to you and you walked home alone in the pouring rain," he said, then you laughed.

"I really don't mind! I like the rain."

Gojo noticed how you said 'I like the rain', and avoided saying: "I like being alone." Well, who is he kidding? Of course you wouldn't say that on a second encounter. But, still, who would like being alone?

He smiled and shook off his thoughts, "how can I make it up to you?"

"Well," you said then pointed at the menu, "you can start off with telling me what you would like."

He glanced up, "there's a lot of options."

"Yep! More variety, it's better like that."

He hummed, "let's see... I'll get..." and gazed at the menu more, his blue irises scanning over all the delicious dessert names, "one of everything."

Your mouth opened in shock, "really?"

"Yep, they all sound so good, I'd rather just try all of them at once," he said.

"Okay," you said putting in the order on the monitor, "then next time, you can tell me which one you like best with your honest feedback on every single one of those treats, okay?"

"I bet they're all good anyway."

You huffed, "you never know! You make something and eat it and think 'wow, this is really good!' But, then you give it to someone to try and they think, 'eh, it's alright.' Not everyone's taste buds are the same," you said.

He took out his black card and you turned away to ready the boxes to pack all the treats in. Gojo slightly pouted, he wanted to you to see his black card. Maybe if you did see it, you would shower him with praise, he could imagine it already.

"Wow! Is that a black card?!"

"That's so cool!"

"You must be rich!"

He wanted your attention and praise

Gojo tucked his card back into his wallet and shoved it down his pocket. The receipt began to print and you stood back up, it was going to take a while, "anyways, what have you been up to?" You asked.

He shrugged, "I just came back from a school trip overseas."

"Oh, that's cool!" You said, "I've never been anywhere outside of Japan." You looked over his shoulder outside, then looked back at him, "so... where's your class?"

"I went by myself," he said. Why was he being so honest? He could've just said, "they already went home" but no. He just spewed out the truth with you.

"The parents didn't want to sign the permission slips, huh?" You said with a giggle, grabbing the receipt.

He smiled, if only you knew.

If only you knew, who he really was, what he did for a living, how many people he has beaten to a pulp, how many people he has saved, what's really going on behind his life, all the dead bodies he's seen, all the curses he's defeated with his amazing technique, what his eye's really do, if only.. he could tell you.

Someday, he thinks, someday..

"You're order might take a little while, so I'll get it out to you as soon as I can!" You said, handing him the receipt.

"Nah, it's fine. Take your time," he said, not bothering to glance at it and shoved it in his pocket.

You then disappeared behind the curtain and he began to hear rummaging. He took the time to walk around, it wasn't big shop, but it also wasn't small. His eye's scanned over and observed all the art pieces, plants, and lights decorated in your bakery. The tables and chairs were smartly placed around the shop and well organized.

He didn't know how long he waited, but he heard you huff from behind the curtain and looked over. You were carrying two big bags out behind the curtain, "here you go, sir," you said, lifting them up to the counter.

"Thanks," he said, reaching over and lifted them up with ease, he carried both bags with one hand, while you panted for air. He couldn't help but smile at your tired form. You fixed your composure and stood back up, you took something out of your pocket and handed him a lollipop.

"Thank you! And, make sure you don't eat all of those at once!" You said, he raised a brow.

"Why not?"

"You'll get a stomach ache, silly! And maybe vomit," you said, shaking your head. He chuckled. "Refrigerate them overnight!"

"Shouldn't I just eat them all at once? I thought you said they're better fresh," he said, you blushed.

"This is different!"

"I know, just messing with you," he winked, making your heart skip a beat.

He's cute

Unwrapping the lollipop with one hand, he shoved it in his mouth and tossed it into the trash, then turned around, "see you next time."

You waved, "thanks for shopping here, bye!"

He turned back around suddenly making you stop. His eyes were warm and he had a small, soft smile on his face, "thank you for your umbrella."

You couldn't help but grin, "no problem! Until next time, mister!"

He waved goodbye with his back turned towards you and walked through the door. Your heart was still racing and your face flushed. Oh, you were already looking forward to your next encounter.

~ end

BONUS

Gojo glanced at the receipt while munching on a mochi he had gotten from your bakery. Then it hit him and he practically choked on the dessert. He sat up quickly to cough out.

Looking at the receipt once again, he wasn't hallucinating... you gave him everything... half off.

He couldn't help but smile and flop back down on his bed. You were going to be the death of him.

more to come

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Gege was asked, "since Gojo is aware of his good looks doesn't he want a lover?" and Gege responded with, "I don't see gojo being sincere to a particular woman"

it was translated as, "I don't see Gojo settling down with a particular women."

what he actually meant by that is- he doesn't see Gojo letting himself become vulnerable with a women.

but, I also 100% think Gojo would be a whore too yknow

so this is all about Gojo letting himself become vulnerable with you.

I promise that Gojo will turn back to his normal hyper self!

The thing is, I don't always see Gojo as a energetic chaotic person. He has moments where he's calm, he talks when he needs to/wants to, but he's also pretty hyper and funny when he wants to be

SO he's going to be pretty chill in my writing with energetic moments

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laundrypause · 6 months

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An AU where Pierre's still an F1 driver but Yuki isn't. He could be part of Alpine but as a chef where he doesn't know Pierre personally but he sees him sometimes in the factory and when he comes to the cafeteria for lunch sometimes. Yuki doesn't really pay much mind to the Frenchman though. Like yea, he's attractive but eh. However, when one of his close friends gets hurt by the baguette muncher, Pierre now has his fullest attention. He's thinking of revenge plots that may or may not land him in jail but the perfect plan just somehow manages to fall into his hands.

Literally.

Yuki was minding his own business, sipping on his virgin martini when Pierre Gasly slips onto a stool beside him at the bar. The unthinkable happens. Pierre, the Alpine driver, the French driver who drives for Alpine, who hurt his friend, starts flirting with him.

What. The. Fuck.

Sorry Josh, that's another euro in the swear jar.

It could simply be seen as Pierre being friendly but the eyes roaming does not seem friendly. At all. Yuki's first instinct was to you know. Throw his martini at the man and sucker punch him before bolting out of the club. But...a more enjoyable plan floats into his head. If he's interested in him then why not play into it? Pretend to be interested too and bam, make his life a living hell for however short they're together. It could be an hour, a day or even a week but Yuki will relish in however long he manages to make Pierre suffer in his hands if it means getting revenge for his friend. So Yuki flirts back.

He ends up with Pierre's number by the end of the night.

Honestly, Yuki didn't expect for them to last this long. It's been a week and they're still kinda together. Since its summer break, Pierre has more free time than he usually does and Yuki's been taking advantage of that fact. Calling him up at 3 am continuously to complain about being hungry, asking him if he could pretty pretty please take him out to get some food? Adopting a cat, naming her Count Meowzilla and dropping her off at Pierre's house saying it's his now. (What do you mean it's mine now? I can't have a cat, I don't even like cats! And why did you name her something so ugly. Isn't she a girl? Shouldn't it be Countess and not Count? Take her bag to the shelte-wait Yuki don't cry. Okay, okay fine I'll take care of her) Those acting lessons on YouTube actually helped, who would have thought. Oh and his most favourite moment of all. Yuki had managed to make himself a copy of Pierre's key and completely redecorated his entire apartment. Pierre should be grateful. His house looked so monotone, at least now it has some pzazz. How he wished he had taken a photo of Pierre's face when he walked into his apartment after a day at the gym. Yuki was just finishing the final touches too, adding a pink bathroom mat here and changing the boring, blue comforter to a green floral patterned one.

"Welcome home, Pierre!"

The way the easy smirk on his face slowly slid into an expression of complete disbelief. Yuki would remember that forever. The once boring living room became more colourful, with green drapes, pink cushions and a yellow throw over blanket. Not bad, not bad at all.

Summer break ends and it's the Dutch GP. Yuki's there too, being the supportive partner he is. He can't deny that he kind of likes being in the paddock, seeing the cars zooming past him. Sometimes he wishes he was the one behind the wheel but that was a dream he gave up long ago. He's happy now with his job as a chef. He's happy. Yea, he's happy...

The race starts dry but it becomes increasingly obvious that there's going to be a downpour soon with how the once clear sky turned dark and gloomy. You'd think that it's ten at night with how dark it was. It started off light then it started pouring as if the world got turned upside down and the sea was now raining onto them. The rain was so heavy that even Yuki couldn't see the outside from where he was in the garage. To say he's worried would be an understatement. Pierre had come in for inters a few laps prior but Yuki thinks that even with wet tires the conditions would be too dangerous to race in. Of course he's proven right not even ten seconds after.

"Someone's gone into the barriers and it's an Alpine! It's Pierre Gasly!"

Yuki probably looked like a madman running into the medical centre. He practically begged one of the Alpine personnel to take him to the medical centre, to let him see if Pierre was alright. It took a lot of convincing but he managed to play the concerned partner card. At this point, he doesn't know if it's really still an act or not. He saw a glimpse of an Alpine race suit through the cubicle curtain and he wanted nothing more to see if Pierre was alright despite multiple assurances from other Alpine team members that Pierre was fine, his tires just locked up and he hit the barriers but overall he was fine. Even while his brain was screaming at him to go and see Pierre, he hesitated. What if he didn't want to see Yuki? Yea, they grew undeniably closer in the past month but what if? He doesn't manage to spiral any further though because suddenly Pierre was standing right in front of him.

Pierre asks him what he was doing here, looking concerned for some reason. Why he's the one concerned when he was the one who got into an incident is beyond Yuki. A calloused hand grabs his own, Yuki welcomes the warmth.

"You're wet."

Huh, he didn't realise. He thinks back to himself running through the rain just to get to the medical centre, not bothering to grab an umbrella. The realization made him register how cold it really was in the centre. All the adrenaline that had flooded his system slowly dissipated once he was sure Pierre wasn't hurt. He was sore but no long lasting injuries.

"Aw, were you worried about me? Did you run through the rain to check up on me?"

"Shut up, no I wasn't."

"You care about m- Yuki?"

It's so stupid, so fucking stupid. He doesn't know why he's crying over a stupid Frenchman's ass. Doesn't understand why he's worried about Pierre, why he needed to see Pierre or else he'd combust or something. Then, a dawning realization came upon him.

Fuck, he cares. He cares about the man in front of him.

The same hand that was gripping his wrist moves to cup his face, trying to wipe away the steady stream of tears flowing down his face.

"You're not supposed to move too much," Yuki mumbles.

And now Pierre's looking at him with those eyes that he thinks about each night. Intense, blueish eyes that he has to will himself each time not to drown in. Pierre leans into him, his head angled down towards Yuki.

"Stop me if you don't want this"

Yuki doesn't.

#yukierre #another day another mental decay

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