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canobugs · 3 months
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imagine like a true crime documentary on percy jackson like
"so this kid and his mom just disappeared one night, car crashed, blood on the scene no bodies"
"oh my god"
"his stepfather believed he was responsible for the whole thing. mind you this kid was TWELEVE"
"that sounds nuts honestly"
"right? so this kid and his mom go missing, step-dad blames him. kid turns up near New Jersey and a bus explodes."
"shut the fuck up? do they have photos of it?"
"yeah, so a tourist snapped his photo because he recognized him from the missing person's report. by the way, this kid's rap sheet is... it's insane. six schools six years. he was expelled the day of the disappearance."
"seriously?!"
"Yeah, I reached out to the school, but they had no further comment. so 5 shows up AGAIN, saint Louis Arch, another explosion. he FELL from the top of the arch."
"how the fuck did he survive that, what the hell?"
"I have no idea, but a family of three saw him jump from the top into the Mississippi."
"That’s insane."
"It gets more insane; so he shows up on a beach near Los Angeles, right after those major earthquakes? He and the two kids he was traveling with, I forgot to mention there are two other children in this story, but their identities have never been revealed."
"That is wild."
"Yeah! The Coast Guard drops them off because they were just... in the ocean."
"How on earth would three kids get there?"
"Some theories are they got swept out when the earthquake hit, they managed to cling to a buoy and wait for rescue."
"They were that far out?"
"Apperently!! So anyway, they get onto the beach. This dude in a trench coat starts blasting at them with a shotgun."
"Jesus Christ."
"And this kid somehow gets another gun, and they just have a shoot out on the beach."
"holy shit."
"Holy shit is right. The big guy manages to hit an exposed gas line from the earthquake, explodes like three cop cars, and by some miracle, no casualties."
"That is so lucky."
"YEAh! So it was determined that this dude orchestrated the whole thing! He was seen by waitresses in Denver outside of a diner, THREATENING all three kids."
"Really? fuck this guy that kid is a hero."
"He really is."
"So did they ever arrest him?"
"That’s what's so fucked up. They never found him."
"Are you effing kidding me?"
"Thatwhat I said when I read that like? Hello? big dude with a gun kidnapped 4 people. but that isn't the most confusing part of the story."
"Really?"
"So far, I haven't mentioned his mother and Step-father again. She turns up in their apartment."
"Just turns up?"
"She just turns up. but you know what? the step-father is reported missing."
"no fucking way dude"
"yes! and we still don't know what happened to him to this day."
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honestly I would listen to it.
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solarmorrigan · 3 months
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For the angst prompt if you’re still doing it:
“Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.”
Please
Hello! I'm afraid this one might not have come out quite as seriously as the others (might be channeling all my Serious Angst Energy into my ongoing fic at the moment), but hopefully it's enjoyable, anyway??
[No warnings except maybe some unkind self-directed internal dialogue from Steve]
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“Y’know,” Eddie drawls, looking Steve up and down where he’s standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light of the front hall, “correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t look especially busy.”
Steve, caught out in a lie, clearly having been sitting around at home in his sweats when he’d specifically told Eddie that he couldn’t come over tonight because he was busy, does the only thing he can think of: he keeps lying.
“I am,” he says.
“Uh huh.” The way Eddie draws the hum of his agreement out says that he doesn’t believe Steve in the slightest. “And what, if I may ask, are you busy with, dressed in loungewear and sitting at home?”
Scrambling, Steve reaches for the first excuse that comes to mind, something he’d heard his mother say to someone over the phone years ago, when he was still a kid and she’d still made excuses to get out of social engagements and stay home with him.
“I’m washing my hair.”
Eddie bites down on a laugh so quickly and so visibly, Steve is surprised his teeth don’t go right through his lip.
“Are you?” Eddie asks, voice gone high and tight with mirth.
“Yep,” Steve answers.
“Well, damn, I don’t know why you didn’t invite me along to help,” Eddie says, grinning at Steve. “I feel like I’ve proven my skill in that arena before.”
Steve stares at Eddie, mouth working, feeling slow and useless and out of ideas. “Uh…”
With a sigh, Eddie lets his smile drop. “Look, can I come inside?”
The jig is up, so Steve just nods and steps aside to let Eddie in.
“What are you even doing here?” Steve asks as he leads the way back to the living room, where he’d been sitting on the couch and moping.
“Steve, I knew you weren’t busy tonight. You’re kind of a terrible liar,” Eddie says.
And that isn’t strictly true; Steve is a great liar – as long as he doesn’t feel guilty about it. He’s never been good at lying to people he loves.
They sit down; Steve shoves the magazines he’d been pretending he would actually be able to focus on out of the way (more proof of his pathetic attempt at a lie), and Eddie—ever blunt, ever direct—jumps right in.
“So I kind of feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”
Steve winces. “Not avoiding you, I’ve just been… limiting my time with you.”
Eddie looks stricken, and Steve would like to die, actually. Why did he phrase it that way?
“Did… I do something, or say something, or, like–”
“No!” Steve rushes to reassure him. “No, no, not at all, it’s nothing you did, you’re amazing, it’s not you, it’s…”
Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him. “It’s not me, it’s you?”
“I mean…” Steve sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Kind of, yeah.”
For a long moment, Eddie sits, brows furrowed, staring at Steve. Steve fights the urge to squirm under the intensity of his gaze.
“I’m trying super hard to figure out what’s going on right now, but I’m kind of coming up blank,” Eddie finally admits. “Are we… Are we breaking up?”
“No!” Steve blurts again, reaching this time for Eddie’s hands, as if he can keep Eddie from realizing what a goddamn idiot he is and leaving if he just holds on tightly enough. “Shit, no, that’s – I’m completely fucking this up, that’s the opposite of what I want to happen, that’s why I’ve been limiting my time with you.”
Though Eddie’s hands have turned in Steve’s grip, automatically holding onto him, he stares at Steve as though he’s lost his mind, which is fair. “Okay,” Eddie says slowly, “I admit you have a little more experience with relationships than I do, but isn’t the point to spend as much time as possible with the person you’re dating? Because you like them?”
“It’s… Usually, I guess, yeah.” Steve shrugs, suddenly wishing maybe that he hadn’t taken Eddie’s hands, because now he can’t get away, can’t duck out from under those dark, searching eyes. He settles for staring down at their joined hands as he speaks. “It’s just – I can be… kind of a lot? I like someone and I just kind of slam my foot on the gas and don’t look back and that’s too much, I know, so I’ve been trying not to, like, overwhelm you, because I really, really don’t want you to get sick of me, and–”
“Who the hell told you that?” Eddie cuts in sharply.
Steve’s eyes snap back up, finding Eddie looking so thoroughly offended that he’s not sure what to make of it. “Told me what?”
“That you’re too much,” Eddie presses, his hands going tighter around Steve’s.
“Uh,” Steve says, uncertain of what kind of answer Eddie’s looking for. The fact that Steve goes all-in too quickly is just common knowledge; the fact that it overwhelms and annoys people is kind of a general consensus.
Eddie shakes his head. “Never mind, it doesn’t even matter. Don’t listen to them. Don’t you ever listen to them,” he says, low and intense. “You’re not going to overwhelm me, Steve. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you, but the only way I’m gonna know for sure is if I get to have you around as often as possible for as long as you can stand me.”
The words, for a moment, don’t make any sense. No one has ever wanted Steve around that much; no one’s ever met him where he is in terms of hunger for companionship.
“You… want me around that often?” he asks, eyes flicking from Eddie’s face to their hands and back again.
“I want you around all the goddamn time. I want you when I wake up and when I go to sleep and when I’m having breakfast and when I’m doing shit around the house and when I’m playing a show and when I’m watching TV,” Eddie rattles off. “I’m not even exaggerating, it’s honestly kind of a problem.”
“A problem?” Steve asks, brows coming together in concern.
“It’s a problem because you’ve been limiting your time, thinking that I’m going to get tired of you.” Eddie disentangles their hands and reaches up to cup Steve’s jaw, palms soft and a little sweaty from their combined grip, but gentle—almost reverent—against his skin. “Sweetheart, I am never going to get tired of you.”
From anyone else, that would be hard to believe, but the way Eddie looks at him, dead-on and so fucking sincere, Steve can’t help but take the promise in with a hopeful flutter in his chest. He leans forward, pressing his mouth to Eddie’s, keeping the kiss chaste and slow before he pulls back to murmur, “Promise?”
“Promise,” Eddie answers immediately. “I promise, I promise, I promise.”
He tugs Steve forward after that, pushing and pulling him until he’s managed to lay out across the length of the couch and has situated Steve over him, lying on his chest like a weighted blanket. He sighs and wraps his arms around Steve, like he still wants to pull him closer.
“Perfect,” he says.
“Yeah?” Steve asks, balancing his chin Eddie’s sternum so he can smile up at him.
“Mhm,” Eddie hums. “Now I just have to figure out how to keep you this close all the time.”
“Might be kinda tough,” Steve says, fighting to keep his smile from growing to ridiculous proportions.
“Eh.” Eddie shrugs, ducking down to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “I’m willing to take the time to figure it out.”
And somehow, Steve thinks that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to him.
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gatorbites-imagines · 3 months
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Hello!
I've been getting very into DC again, from all the comics I had in my attic.
So i would like to request a "meeting the batfam" like think.
Being Bruce's new boyfriend and meeting the kids and how would they react.
Have a nice day! (You're the only think keeping me from commiting a crime/jk)
Bruce Wayne x male reader
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Ive been on a kick lately of making half-god characters, so reader is the son of a god, hehe ^^
You were the son of Ares, a half god, and the son of a god most feared, and that the Justice league had fought many times.
So, by relation, many people didn’t trust you when they learned about your parentage. Had you been any crueler of a person, that might have driven you down a path where you followed in your fathers’ footsteps, but you weren’t.
You ended up inheriting many of his powers, even gaining his clairvoyance and precognition in dreams. Said dreams had been your first sign that you were more than just your average person, as you foresaw many of the larger disasters around the world.
There ends up being a sense of duty in your heart as your dreams keep warning you about an invasion of earth, becoming more and more detailed every night. It reaches a point where you think you are going mad.
As a last-ditch effort, you end up in Gotham, where you spend days trying to find any of the bats, just trying to find somebody to believe you. In the end, you stumble across Bruce, who probably thinks you are on something because of the less than put together state you are in.
That is until you spill everything you have been dreaming about, and how its all happened, and how this dream keeps haunting you every night.
Bruce of course listens to everything you have to say, and takes you as seriously as anything else he would. He keeps your warning in mind and gets prepared, and when your precognition comes to pass, he is ready.
From then in, Bruce passes by your place every now and then, as you end up moving to Gotham as Batman is the only hero you feel takes you seriously.
Hes the one to help you figure out your true parentage, and gets you in contact with some people who can help you deal with your new developing powers. You two end up bonding a lot, and over time, fall in love.
You both make each other feel like a full person and like you are understood. The relationship is kept quiet on Bruces end, not because he doesn’t trust his family or anything, but because he just wants to keep it to himself for a bit.
It does get a bit hard to hide the hand shaped bruises on his hips or torso when your godly strength slips out, but Bruce has lived with worse aches and bruises in his life, so its not something people notice.
You never went out of your way to become a hero, even with your godly powers. You are happy living your life and being together with Bruce, much of your stress gone since you know Bruce will believe you when it comes to your dreams.
When the day finally comes where you go to meet his family, you can’t help but feel a little nervous. Sure, you’ve met them in passing as their vigilante alter egos, when they’ve followed Bruce during his meetings with you, but this will be as Bruces lover.
Bruce is endeared by how hard you want to make a good impression, how you fuss with your hair and your clothes to be most presentable. When you ask him if you need to bring a gift or something, he just laughs a little and kisses your forehead, telling you to stop worrying as he’s sure they’ll love you.
The family all know Bruce is bringing his lover that night for family dinner, but they all don’t know who it is, even Alfred is in the dark.
They are all a bit on edge, as Bruce doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to partners. And since he didn’t tell them a name, they assume its not the people he’s normally been with, like Selina or Talia.
Imagine their surprise when Bruce arrives with you on his arm, from your civilian clothes to your sheepish smile, to you looking downright nervous to meet them as you clearly want to make a good first impression.
It might take a bit for any of them to recognize you, as only a few of them might have met you in passing, but you probably end up telling them during dinner when they ask how you and Bruce met.
I can’t see them being against you more than they would any other partner, especially when you go out of your way to use your dreams and abilities to help as many people as possible.
Cass is most likely the one to warm up to you first, as she can easily read that you are a good person who loves Bruce very much, and Cass’s approval makes the others become less tense and more open to the idea of you.
Alfred is also happy that Bruce has found someone who isn’t a criminal or assassin for once, even though they all know you could punch a guy to smithereens if you wanted too, thanks to your godly strength.
But your personality makes it clear that’s not something you want to do, so that gives you extra points in their books. They most likely use their knowledge from Diana and her parentage when it comes to you, incase you end up doing something a little too godly without realizing.
They’ve all been around many different kinds of people and beings, so I don’t think anything you do put them off. They’ll all just need time to warm up to you, and see with their own eyes that you truly do love Bruce, and that Bruce loves you back just as much.
It would take a while, as they were all trained by Bruce and are all suspicious of anybody and take forever to trust. It starts to make you think they’ll never like you, even when Bruce tells you they will, they just need time.
You know you’ve gained their trust when they start showing up in your apartment, be it after patrol, during the day, or any other time, they’re likely to just appear. This also means you end up learning a lot more first aid than you thought you’d ever need.
The last to trust you is Damian, but you can tell you scored a win when he demands you learn self-defense, as your form is horrible, and he drags you down to the cave to walk you through the basics.
Bruce feels like his heart could burst with love when he sees his family accepting you, and he couldn’t be any happier. The batfam is pretty damn happy too, as Bruce starts taking care of himself because of you.
Can’t have a date if he hasn’t slept in days, or if he’s covered in bruises or has broken bones. You probably end up spending a lot of time at the manor too, since Bruce can’t just go into town to spend time in your apartment during the day, or else the paparazzi would find out about the relationship almost immediately.
So, all in all, his kids would like you quite a lot after they got enough time to learn what kinda person you were, and what your morals were. They might even start seeing you as a safe person to go too when they need someone to talk too or just need some company.
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xerith-42 · 2 months
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Some things we may have forgotten
I've been rewatching MCD and taking extensive notes on it in hopes that I'll never have to watch it again and this is just a list of things that I don't see mentioned or brought up very often/ever that we should talk about and think about more
In the first episode Garroth tries to attack Vylad (angst potential) and Vylad literally just combat locks him by logging out of the game. This is objectively funny and should not be rewritten in any capacity. This should be canon as it is in every universe.
Aphmau's cat Meowki gets randomly killed in Episode 12 by a skeleton while Kiki is right upstairs. Just saying, there's some angst potential there.
In episode 11 Garroth reveals that he knows some medicine. Pretty sure this is never brought up again, but we could always bring it up.
Logan is apparently good with a bow while Zenix is trash at it despite being a self proclaimed "expert archer" which I think is very funny (I know this is part of Zenix's cover but what if we took it seriously it would be so funny)
Zoey is originally from the river village, as is Donna. Pretty sure they retcon that for Zoey, but I like to think the two of them could have been friends before Phoenix Drop.
Garroth actually almost dies in episode 15. Like Dr. Doctor says he will probably die soon at the start of the episode. And he doesn't get healed until episode 20. He literally spends 5 episodes laid up in bed dying.
Brendan's at his side probably angsting the entire time I'm just saying if you want sad gay fanfics, it's sitting right there!
Azura and Garroth were friends as kids??? Hello???? I think this is just a massive plot hole considering what Garroth's actual backstory ends up being asjfgshjdfgjk
Okay but if we twist it a little bit, they were friends as kids as in like at the guard academy??? Bc they're like vaguely teenage/young adult so maybe that's what she means? In which case I wanna think about that more because childhood friends to lovers is one of my favorite romance arcs ever. But is it really childhood friends if you met when you were like... 18?? And you're in your like mid to late twenties probably, I wouldn't really classify that as childhood friends.
WAIT IT GETS WORSE!
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I don't... I don't even have a joke here, this is just a massive plot hole. Like all of this is just not true to Garroth's backstory as we know it. Grew up in the same village? You mean O'Khasis?? Where Garroth also FAKED HIS DEATH????
I literally don't know what to say to this I was just trying to find silly little facts to try and incorporate into my rewrite and instead I found a massive gaping plot hole
Moving on, in episode 19 when Aphmau confronts Zenix and they fight, he actually apologizes to her. As if he regrets having to hurt her for the sake of his/the Shadow King's goals.
The Lord of Brightport says the Shadow King "used to be a lord". Which like... Okay, I can bend backwards a few ways to say that he could be referring to how Shad started Falcon Claw, but how the fuck does this dude know that??? I feel like Laurance constantly just stumbling into plot holes by complete accident
Dale is apparently a Garmau shipper, going as far as to ask Aphmau if she plans on hooking up with Garroth. I like to think that he and Molly have a bet going for how long it takes for one of the two of them to finally fess up.
Raven's mom tried to eat him??
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Okay then.
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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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commissions corner: lesson learned
you always had a tendency to express yourself through fashion but your husband happens to not agree with one of your outfit choices (or your attitude) and decides, you need to be punished!
content warning + themes: cowboy!reiner, mean dom!rei (🤤 bc hello) black fem reader, calls reader slut, rough sex, bondage, clothes ripping, tit fucking, cumshot, spanking, backshots, fingering, spit play, creampie, dumbification, throat fucking, squirting, hair pulling, daddy is used.
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marriage: a beautiful conception of two people’s undying love. A bond binding two souls together in bliss for all of eternity. Some choose to solidify their unions with a mere court house appearance and the legal confirmation of a certificate. Others want to go all out with a ceremony, reception dinners, honeymoons..the works. But no matter how you choose to join together with your sweetheart, there is one thing all couples can agree on and that’s the fact that no relationship is perfect! As much as we’d like to think that it’s all sunshine and rainbows, it’s all about compromise, learning and getting out of your own ways. That much became apparent when one day, your husband of five years approached you about a matter that had been weighing heavily on his mind..and other things as well..
“Seriously, Rei? I don’t understand the big deal. It’s just a fucking skirt, who cares?”
“First of all, watch your mouth. I won’t say it again. Second, I care. No woman of mine is gonna be struttin ‘round here, dressed like that. What’s gotten into ya’ anyways, (Y/N)? This isn’t like you.”
This conversation was one that was ultimately inevitable but important nonetheless. What started out as a simple disagreement had escalated into something rather serious. The two of you had never fought or even raised your voices at each other since you’d been together. But now? You were ready to rip his fucking head off! How dare this man treat you like his child rather than his equal? You were livid!
“Because, Reiner! I’m a grown ass woman so don’t tell me what I can and can’t wear–” he truly couldn’t believe what he was hearing..how had his sweetheart of a woman become so aggressive? And over an outfit of all things?! But little did he know, this had been long overdue and the cause of such a breaking point? Well he’d be surprised to know..
flashback - two weeks ago
“(Y/N), come onnn..hurry up!”
“Just a minute. I’m trying to find something.”
It was a sentence they had heard uttered many times before. Honestly, it had become the norm when the four of you linked up for a girls night. You and your three best friends would go out once every couple weeks to play catch up in one another’s lives, divulge in juicy family and workplace gossip and just overall, decompress from kids, husbands and all other stress inducers that came with being an adult. As for you, you were the luckiest among the quartet. No children at the moment, running a successful cooking blog and spending your rancher hubby’s money at your leisure. Your only true occupation was to look pretty and be happy. Honestly, it was all that your sweet Reiner could ever hope for as he spent hours in the hot sun, rustling cattle, baling hay and keeping the one hundred plus acres of farmland in order. He’d work himself to the bone just to see a smile on that gorgeous face. To say he was twisted around your pretty little manicured fingers would be a gross understatement. Some would even call him whipped!..but how could he possibly help himself when you were the literal embodiment of a goddess? That curvaceous figure, deep, decadent skin and gorgeous eyes that could pry anything from him. He was smitten. Perhaps a bit too much sometimes..it was never in a toxic or obsessive manner but you’d be lying to yourself if you said that your husband didn’t have a bit of a jealous side to him. You had to admit, it was cute at times..seeing him get all flustered because some guy stared too hard or tried to hit on you and you’d politely turn them down, reminding them that you were taken and happily so. You’d remind him constantly that he was the only man you’d ever love. In fact, you were equally as infatuated. Practically unable to pull yourself away from him after he’s come home from working all day, drenched in sweat and scars from hauling heavy equipment. Admiring all of his newly acquired muscles..even adding to the collection of markings at the end of the night. But the one thing Reiner despised more than anything was sharing what was his. He loved when you showed off your body..dressing in frilly lingerie or tiny outfits but only when he’d be the sole spectator of said ensembles.
however, you had other plans for the night!
finally stepping from the shadows, heels clicking against the laminate flooring of your two story cabin style home, you’d present yourself to the group. “Okay, ladies. What do we think?” To your dismay though, it wouldn’t be praise or approval you’d be receiving from the other three standing in your living room at the moment. But rather snickers and waves of dismissal. Standing dumbfounded with your purse in hand, (Y/N) questioned what the trio so tickled.
“Girl, we’re going to the lounge for drinks and to dance. Not for praise and worship.”
“Right. Girl, put them damn kitten heels and granny skirts back in that closet.”
Taking one more look over your outfit, you’d try to see what was so wrong with your choice of attire but had no idea. A simple black dress with red bottom slingbacks and a clutch..a sleek and classic look for a grown and sexy night out. But perhaps, this was far too grown. Almost grown enough to be collecting social security! It was outdated and a little old fashioned. Especially when they were all dressed in skin tight bodycon dresses and heels higher than heaven. It would completely throw off the vibe. But they knew the real reason for such a look and needless to say, they didn’t like it. Out of respect for your husband, you tended to dress more modestly when going out with the ladies. It wasn’t a matter of control or fear that made you do so..but one night when you came home with your ass hanging out and tits bouncing around in a revealing top, Reiner couldn’t take his eyes or hands off of you. You looked amazing but after he finished peeling those thin layers off of you and devouring you right there on the couch, you could tell that there was a sense of sadness that had washed over him. He didn’t outwardly say it and he was even a little bashful when admitting it but you got it out of him and what he had to say truly broke your heart:
“Ahh..I don’t know, sugar. It’s just..ya’ look so beautiful and I know how happy it makes ya’ to wear those out with your girls but it makes me a little uncomfortable, ya know? I don’t ever wanna tell ya’ what to do. I trust you and I’m not worried about some other guy but..if ya’ could just tone it back a little..”
he was so sweet about it, you couldn’t help but to comply! It crushed you to think that you’d ever upset your beloved husband. Especially when he was so good to you. And trust, when it was for his viewing pleasure only, you’d have him sweating bullets but for now? You could make that sacrifice. Little did you know, you’d become the laughing stock amongst your group because of it. Ushering her way over to you, one of the friends would drape an arm around your shoulder and breathe a sigh.
“Sis, you know I ain’t trying to cause problems with you and your man but don’t you think this is a bit much? I mean, honestly. I think it’s cute that you’re trying to be the good little wife and all but be for real..this is not your style. You and I both know that.”
before you could even utter a word, another would interject and second the notion. They didn’t want to be those friends who planted bugs in your ear and caused turmoil in your home but they felt as though Reiner may have been asking too much of you. Considering that it was that skin tight attire that bagged in the first place! Hell, when you first met him, you were straddling a mechanic bull in booty shorts and a crop top. A belly button dangling from your pudgy stomach and that ass sitting so heavy, he fucked on the first night. So they didn’t understand the need for reservation now. And the more they spoke..neither did you.
“Yeah, boo. I ain’t wanna say nothing but this whole First Lady thing you got goin on is not it. Girl, you used to have your foot on these bitches’ necks when we went out. Everybody was looking at you and now? You're dressing like Olivia Pope with a hennessy bottle. It’s crazy.”
you knew they meant well but truthfully, they were overreacting..or so you thought! In a moment of haste and you trying to explain the choice of outfit, they would spin you around to the full length mirror and allow you to observe for yourself. “C’mon y'all. You’re making a big deal out of nothing–” but as you saw firsthand, they were not. And this whole frumpy look was a total buzzkill. Feeling up the fabric, you couldn’t believe it..right now, it felt as if you were staring at an entirely different woman. It was a much needed intervention for you and you decided right then and there, that although you loved your husband more than life itself, this had to end. You didn’t carefully curate your closet and have women all around the city jealous of your wardrobe to be dressed like someone’s auntie. Enough was enough!
“You know what? I’ll be right back. Screw this..” and with those affirmations, you turned on your two inch heels and promptly changed.
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fast forward, and now..you were in the midst of a heated argument for your liberation to wear what you pleased. After one of your friends posted a video to their instagram story of you shaking your ass and them smacking it whilst out for a night on the town. But the worst part was when the skirt lifted and you flashed the camera with your barely clothed cunt. The story was spotted by one of their husbands who promptly told Reiner and needless to say, things got a little out of control. He wasn’t hellishly irate but he damn sure wasn’t happy! Confronting you with the footage, he asked a simple question:
“What the fuck is this, (y/n)? Why is yer’ damn ass all over your friend’s Instagram?” Which couldn’t exactly be taken seriously upon first asking with that thick country accent but as you saw he wasn’t joking, you promptly straightened him. “Babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about, seriously. What video did you see?” and once he showed you the clip, it was from up there! You were just as astounded as he was..you didn’t even know that your friends had even filmed you in such a state. But that's besides the point..
“..you promised, (y/n). Now I look like a damn fool because you had to go around dressing like that.” His words stung like sharp daggers because you’d never heard or seen him so irate. But honestly? You didn’t give a damn about his hurt feelings. Not when you were the one looking foolish, all for his sake! “Yes Rei, I did! But I didn’t sign up to be in the club dressed like somebody’s grandma at Sunday Service. I wore the exact same clothes when you met me so what’s the big deal all of a sudden?” Truth be told, he sounded jealous and insecure but as he paced the bedroom floor, shirtless and donning gray sweats, he’d offer up another explanation. One far more annoying than your own conclusion. Either way, you didn’t care and wasn’t going to change shit! You were a grown woman and you also had a father so you didn’t need his ass trying to be your parent. He was being incredibly unreasonable right now. But you’d soon find out just how serious he was about his request…
“I’m not gonna argue with you anymore, (y/n). This conversation is done. Tell her to delete that and I better not catch you in that again.”
because he was no longer asking but rather telling you what his expectation was. However, you couldn’t be vexed to listen and was determined or whatever you pleased. Smacking your lips, you’d snatch the skirt up from the bed and strut past him without so much as a second thought. “Got me fucked up..I’ll be back later—“ but alas, you’d come to find out that your husband was not interested in your disrespectful attitude. With a hand cradled to the back of your neck, Reiner would tug you towards him and halt you immediately in your tracks. It caught you completely off guard; mainly because he had never grabbed or even touched you in such a way. There wasn’t a lot of force behind it but it was very assertive. Something not typical for your doting, sweet husband. “What is your problem?!” He didn’t even waste time trying to answer or explain shit to you and rather..tossed you to the bed. His behavior had you so off kilt, not even you could form the correct words to express. All you could do was turn around and stare at him in complete surprise. However, he’d have plenty to say..enough for the both of you!
“My problem? Oh sweetheart…you haven’t seen problems yet..” muttering through gritted teeth with a faint smirk on his lips. Not once in the entirety of your relationship had your man ever looked so irate. There seemed to be a dormant fire lit within his eyes and your last outburst had served as the unfortunate catalyst for that impending blaze. He was angry..no, he was fucking pissed! Here he was trying to reason with you and you all but spat in his face when he asked for basic respect. Whatever or whoever had caused you to act this way had landed you in a world of trouble that you had no chance of getting out of right now! Returning that grasp back to your throat, he’d snatch your head from the mattress and grimace in your ear.. “don’t even think about moving from this fucking bed. You don’t speak, breathe or even move without my permission. Got it?” And something told you it was in your best interest to comply. “Nod.” Only allowing the command for a split moment before slamming your head back down. “Good girl.” It was something about the abrupt dominance and control that had driven you into a submissive headspace at will. That and the fact that he looked as if he were ready to go on a rampage. You knew your husband and you knew that he wouldn’t so much as hurt a fly but you had truly tested his patience and he was done with the mild mannered gestures. If you didn’t want to listen, then he’d make you in his own way…starting by restricting your limbs. Ensuring that you couldn’t do anything without his explicit permission.
“Just in case you want to get any bright ideas, darling..” reaching over across you, Reiner retrieved the leather strap he had used to fasten his Wranglers earlier in the afternoon. He’d used the belt as a makeshift collar to keep you in place. Stringing it around your neck as somewhat of a leash and binding your hands with a pair of your panties behind your back. With your face buried in the mattress, you’d find yourself ringling around instinctively; more so to feign off the urges arising between your legs. You’d never admit it but it certainly turned you on to be handled like this. Even so, your husband could give a damn less about your enjoyment. He was determined to prove a point and drill into that thick skull of yours. Chewing at your lower lip, (y/n) would be met with the harsh slap of his rough, calloused hands; making direct contact with your bubbly cheeks. “Didn't I tell ya’ no moving unless I say so?” That deep southern drawl ringing out into your ear as he stood behind you. That burly, muscular frame half nude and well on its way to being completely in the buff. He had plans prior, however..to get you stripped first.
“Damnit, pound cake…just what am I going to do with you?…” rhetorically posing the question, and knowing damn well better than to hear a response in return, because you’d surely regret it if he did! So sitting obediently…reaching the blatant epiphany that you had bitten off far more than you could chew. He was no mood in to talk or fight so he’d opt for the next best thing and that was fucking you until every bit of frustration had left his body!
“I think I know where to start..”
the sound of his voice sent shivers creeping up your spine because it wasn’t becoming of your husband and rather a man who was ready to eat you alive. Suddenly, you’d feel the sharp tug of that belt and your head raise from the mattress. In a moment’s notice, the two of you had switched positions and you found yourself near the floor and Reiner was seated in your place. “On your knees..hurry up.” The gruffly sound of his voice sharp and stern, a clear indication that he wasn’t playing anymore. You’d be met with the snap of his fingers and a sharp pull yet again when you didn’t move fast enough for his liking. But it was effective because you were now seated before him like an obedient pet. Awaiting his every word and order. There was a certain air of dominance about him..an energy that exuded confidence and set his dominion over you. That beard formed and shaped perfectly around his face, his voice deep..grovely from being tired and earlier years of smoking cigarettes. You’d never seen your precious Reiner look so roguish…but you loved it! Bringing a hand up to your face, he’d slowly circulate near your chin with a thumb brushing across your lips. Parting them, admiring the beautiful shape..the plumpness and darkish hue surrounding the pouty pink center. He could sit here all night and gaze at them. But alas, he felt they served a much better purpose at the moment. Shoving that thumb between them, he’d glide it into your mouth, allowing you to suckle. A mere preview of what was to come moments later. Those doe eyes fixated on him, nearly breaking his resolve right there but he was determined not to falter but instead, teach you a much needed lesson. “Mmm…nice and slow. Suck on my fingers.” Swiftly adding an additional one to the fray, allowing the second and third digits to become sucked in by your jaws. In essence, he was stretching them out. Preparing the orifice for his use..for his much deserved pleasure.
whilst he did so, he’d use the opposite hand that was still brandishing your leash to work the elastic of his waistband down until that erection was free from its confines. A tiny dampened spot had formed on the outside from what you assumed to be precum. Truthfully, it didn’t take much for him to become aroused in your presence. Hell, even with fury in his eyes, he was still madly infatuated with you. But he had to be steadfast if he was going to make his point. Prying those jaws open with his index and middle digits, Reiner pulled them apart whilst bucking his hips forward and promptly shoving himself inside. The swollen tip of his cock resting idly on your tongue before he began to push further. The faint ‘pop’ when he reached past your first row of teeth. Eventually, his grasp would tighten on that belt and your head would begin to snatch back and forth… faint gurgling arising once he sped up. It seemed as if he was in an entirely different zone right now..one you had undoubtedly put him into..
“Hey, look up…”
the stern command followed by a yank on that leash..which in turn led to your eyes being stretched beyond their limits to ensure that your full attention was devoted to him.
“There we go, sugar…now stay still and let me use that pretty little throat..” by this time, Reiner was steadfast in using you for his full, unadulterated pleasure. Pounding into that oral cavity with brute force until you started to emit strings of saliva..he’d send them rolling down your chin as he thrusted upwards into your mouth. “Fuuuck…that slutty little mouth of yours is good for something..” taking the opportunity to not only jab at you but establish your place for the time being. But alas, it seemed that not even he could withstand the pressure of your jaws coiled around him and withdrew with haste. Taking the sides of your face into his calloused palms, he’d examine the aftermath of his work with a proud smile. Spit smeared all around your face and a glare that signaled you being in a daze..such a pretty sight. By then, the remnants of your sloppy face fucking had trickled down to your breasts and needless to say, he was rather aroused by the sight. So much so, his cock would twitch on instinct. However, his work was far from finished..
“On your feet..I’m not done with you..”
on one hand, you wanted to test your luck right now and defy, talk out of turn for one final plea of forgiveness. On the other, you wanted to obey his every command. Follow through and be good because truth be told, you loved this side of him. This passionate aggression that stemmed only from a place of pure infatuation and love for you. He was sending a message: you were his and no one else’s. They could stare and admire all they wanted but at the end of the day, he was the only one that deserved to see you in such a light. It was a nasty habit of his..jealousy and insecurity but not to an extensive degree. Either way, you rose to your feet with a grin on your lips that truly couldn’t have been helped. Upon standing up, he’d take a moment to glance over your body..the vulnerable and submissive state you were in pleased him far more than he was letting on. In hindsight, he could’ve just allowed you to go out with your girls sporting the skimpy fit, because nine times out of ten, you would’ve came back intoxicated and ready to fuck him silly anyways but this done just fine!..
“Damnit, baby..you have no idea what you do to me..making me act all crazy…”
muttering through deep grunts, sucking his teeth as those erect nipples peaked through the fishnet top you were sporting underneath your shirt for the planned ensemble. Instead he was met with the flimsy material and your big, voluminous breasts. He’d pinch one nipple and suck at the other like a man starved. He was ravenous..wanting to take claim of each orifice on your body. But for now, those tits were his only fixation. After groping you to his leisure, he’d tear open that thin shirt and send them bouncing out. He was so unhinged at the moment, he couldn’t decide what and where he wanted to take you next. Suddenly, he’d shove three fingers between your lips, thrusting them back and forth until he cast out more gurgling noises and trails of spit, which promptly glided down to your chest. “Oh my gosh…” muttering through your pacified state..Reiner couldn’t help but to release another primal grunt. Becoming so turned on by your current appearance. “That’s my pretty little slut…choke on those fucking fingers.”
sharply snatching your head back, you’d come up gasping and glaring at him with somewhat of a smile. By now, that erect member was twitching; spouting precum from the tip..you were afraid he’d burst any minute! “You like that, huh? You like when I treat you like this, don’t you?” Grasping your chin in one hand and tugging at the belt with the other. He’d give you two solid taps across the cheek whilst choking you. The way your tongue splayed out and your face beamed with excitement..the answer to his question was blatantly obvious…
“Y-yes!” “Yes, what?..” questioning once more in that stern tone. “Yes, daddy..I love it.” Which seemed to satisfy his ego well enough. Even so, he wasn’t finished by a long shot. He couldn’t stop until the lesson was good and instilled in that cute little head of yours..that you didn’t run a damn thing around here! “Good girl..that’s what I wanna hear..” rewarding you shortly thereafter with a kiss. The only moment of compassion he’d displayed since starting. Taking hold of your breasts again, he’d place those big hands on either side before scooting closer and maneuvering his cock in between them. “Oh fuck..look at that, baby..yes..” whispering almost to himself, enamored with how those round, perky breasts just cradled him so nicely. That supple flesh squished around his shaft and massaged the skin. Almost as if they were made for him. He’d buck his hips up, groaning and whimpering the further he went..he could tell by the glint in your eyes that you were enjoying this equally as much. His obedient little slut..allowing him to take you as he saw fit. He was glad that you hadn’t complied and gave him such grief because it made this all the more fun..not to be mistaken, he’d never want to harm his sweet, precious wife but something told him that you liked this side of his personality. The only that was willing to get so out of character behind you, he’d surprise both you and himself. Speeding up those sharp strokes, Reiner bucked his hips, commanding you to drool the entire time. Your brain had practically gone blank, only following his commands from here forth. “Shit!..’m gonna come, baby. Hold still—“ what followed was a loud grunt and spouting of his warm seed all across your face and tits, making for a beautiful sight. He’d take a moment to examine his handy work; even pinching your nipples once more..
“Look at you..so pretty covered in my cum..” sticking his thumb between your lips yet again; causing an innocuous stare as those doe eyes fixated on him. Without another word, he’d snatch you up and pull you by the arm the rest of the way until that cute little torso was splayed over his lap. His knees resting in your tummy until he gets you adjusted… “Rei…please..” Your shrill cries served as nothing more than menial noise, going in one ear and right out of the next. He didn’t care how loud you whimpered, moaned or cried. It was of none of his concern..so as long as you continued doing as he asked. “We’ve talked about this, darling..don’t open that mouth again until I tell you—“ the sentence ended with a sharp smack to your ass, which made you yelp. “You lost that privilege when you decided to embarrass me for your little friends. You’re not in control. Do I make myself clear?” His voice was so deep and menacing, almost as if he were another person at the moment. Squirming around; antsy at the sensation of him treating you like a mere object. Responding with a nod..he’d smirk and take hold of your leash again, reeling up his opposite hand to spank you.
“Good, now count.” The first hit came down colliding with your asscheeks, causing you to jolt but the number came out. “O-one.” The next followed, getting even harder than the previous one. You were trying to stay still but the stinging sensations were making you inconsolable. Not because they were painful. But because they felt so fucking good! All of this felt euphoric..surreal even. Your precious, sweet Rei fucking you like a mere whore? It was more than you could imagine. Trying to conceal your smile, (y/n) resumed counting and had reached five when he paused momentarily. He wanted to take a second and examine your body. Truly admire those curves, those lines and flawless skin. He loved how perfectly that ass sat and how it jiggled as soon as his hand made contact. He loved that you barely even contained a gag reflex even when he was forcefully fucking your throat and the fact that you were a dripping mess from all of these antics! It was no wonder that he wanted you to himself. It seemed that his hardcore method of foreplay and revenge had gotten you so turned on..it was pooling around his leg.
“You like this, don’t you…your pussy’s ‘s wet, yer’ dripping down my fucking leg. At least try to pretend to have some shame, baby.”
cackling to himself as he gave you two hard smacks consecutively. From the look on your face, that much was blatantly obvious! You couldn’t fake it anymore and he certainly couldn’t pretend that he was still angry. He just needed you in the worst way right now.. “Don’t worry..lucky f’r you, I’m not good at holding back either. So let’s just cut the bullshit and get what we both want..”
for the first time since this entire ordeal, Reiner would gently caress you; handling you with far more care than he had prior. However, it wasn’t going to last for long because once he got you onto the bed, tearing open your tights, it was game. Your husband would swiftly saddle up behind you, grasping your ass and hips..kneading his fingers into the soft flesh as a means to saddle up behind you. Once he did, you’d outstretch your cuffed wrists, gripping at the sheets and subtly shake your ass..letting him know that this pussy was his for the taking! “But first, I need to hear ya’ beg..tell me how bad you need it, baby..” with a wide beam, lips curled up..Reiner took the opportunity to just sit and admire that soft ripple whilst you pleaded for him. As well as teasing himself against your slit. “Please..fuck me. Give me all that dick, baby..” and without haste, he’d grant your wish. “Well since you asked so nicely..” cackling softly before easing himself inside. The initial sensation caused an audible gasp to erupt from both of you. The feeling was insurmountable as it had also been a week since the two of you had engaged in any sexual activities and needless to say, the tension of this situation, along with the buildup was going to make this all the more satisfying. In that moment, Reiner’s head would fall forward as he mounted you with a foot placed into the mattress and yours would simultaneously become pulled backwards by your hair. “Oh fuck!…” crying out in pleasure when those thrusts inevitably began. Those puffy lips and tight flesh immediately took hold of him; gripping around his cock and emitting a sheath of cream. Smacking noises soon ensued and your mellifluous moans would join the noisy fray. Placing a thumb in between your bubbly cheeks, he’d reign you in and guide you back and forth as he saw fit. “C’mon, take it. Take it like a good little slut.” With all that you had, you’d manage to take hold of the sheets as a form of leverage and comfort. Gripping them and a nearby pillow to stifle your moans but you’d soon learn that his grace had sadly run out! “Did I tell ya’ you could bite that fuckin’ pillow? Let me hear you, darling. All that mouth ya’ had earlier.. ‘matter fact…say it.” His words spewing like venom from a snake’s mouth, he’d hiss into your ear whilst now reigning you in by the neck. “Tell me yer’ sorry. Right now.” And from the immense pressure of the brutal fucking; each one harder than the last and hitting your sensitive spot with precision, you had no choice but to cave.
“ ‘m sorry, daddy! So fucking sorry..oh my gosh!” Your legs were quaking, only mere seconds from collapsing to the bed as he drilled you into the mattress. He was akin to that of a rabid animal, mounting and claiming its prey..even huffing and grunting. It was apparent that the two of you were nearing your peaks and there was no slowing down. That fertile cunt gripping him and refusing to let go. That swollen dick stretching your insides..it was only a matter of time. “C’mon, baby…give me what I want. Do it..” and there was no question of what ‘it’ was: that inevitable rain of sticky, warm juices that came splattering down your thighs, the sheets and his shaft. “Sh-shit! Oh my gosh…” falling flat to the mattress, unable to support your weight, he’d promptly get you into a prone bone position and continue thrusting until he too reached that climatic threshold. Veins had begun protruding from his forehead and his grasp was slipping but he’d hold out long enough just to pump twice more..
“Ohhhh…fuck..”
repressing the words in a low growl before it ascended into a higher pitch as that second load came pouring out. A rope of steamy, white fluid flowed into your womb. Even earning your encouragement. “Come in me..just like that…” the ever so sultry command caused him to twitch as he finished out his orgasm. It was apparent that he was spent and very much over whatever grief you had caused him. Damn that photo, damn that skirt and damn your homegirls..this was the only place either of you wanted to be! Outside interferences or people no longer mattered. Reaching around to unlatch your throat and those wrists from their bondage, your normal, doting husband had flipped you over to examine you..ensuring that you were okay.
“C’mere. Lemme look at you..” caressing your face with loving strokes. That was the man you knew and loved. Always so attentive and empathetic. After coming down from both of your highs, you’d wind up entangled in a very passionate makeout session. “Are you okay, sugar? You know I’d never want to hurt ya..’” “Much better, baby..listen, I’m so sorry, Rei. I should’ve never worn that stupid outfit. I knew how much it hurt your feelings and I should’ve respected that.” But once again, he no longer cared. None of that mattered. All that he wanted was for you to know just how much he cared for you.. “..don’t worry ‘yerself about that. I love you and nothing could change the way I feel about you, sweetheart.” You were glad to know that all was forgiven but it was safe to say..
that your lesson was learned!
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severelystrangewriter · 6 months
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Meddling Friends (Kids) (Flufftober 2023 Day 7)
Pairing: shinichiro sano x female reader
WC: 1440
Warnings: none
Summary: shinichiro is lonely so emma, mikey, and izana take matters into their own hands
Note: idk how dating apps work but this idea was just too cute to pass up
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“How tall is he?” Emma asked as she, Mikey, and Izana stared at the bio page of the dating app they downloaded on their older brother Shinichiro’s phone. They were currently huddled on the couch as they discussed it seriously.
“Like, six feet,” Mikey responded.
Emma hummed thoughtfully before typing, “I’ll put six foot two.”
“But that’s lying,” Izana argued.
“It’s for Shin’s sake,” Emma defended, “Now I need some interests, uh…”
“Motorcycles,” The three teenagers said at the same time and Emma diligently typed it out. Then she sat back thoughtfully, “Is that really all he has going for him?”
“Pretty much,” Mikey shrugged.
Emma shook her head, “We’ve gotta come up with something else… How about ‘I like to take long walks in the park and enjoy nature’ or something like that?”
“But that’d be even more lying,” Izana sighed.
“Do you want him to get a girlfriend or not?” Emma snapped, “This is Shin’s only hope, so we have to make him look good.”
“Put ‘loves kids’, some ladies like that stuff,” Mikey added, “And it’s true.”
Emma agreed and put it down, “Now all we need are some pictures.”
She went through his selfies and found the best photos of their older brother and added them to the profile. Then she smiled in satisfaction as she hit the finish button.
“Alright, it’s done!”
“What’s done?” Shinichiro’s voice sounded from the doorway causing the three siblings to jump in fright.
Emma was the first to recover as she proudly held out the phone, “Your dating profile!”
“I’ve been looking everywhere for this thing,” Shinichiro said as he took the phone back, then his sister’s words registered, “Wait, what dating profile?”
He looked down and his eyes widened at the sight of the dating app that hadn’t been there before.
“We took the liberty of making you one,” Izana explained, “You’re welcome.”
“Well I’m deleting it,” Shinichiro replied.
“No!” Emma tried to take the cell back, but he held it high in the air out of her reach. Mikey had the perfect solution and jumped on his older brother’s back, wrestling him to the floor as it became an all-out brawl for the phone. Just then his cell dinged with a notification, causing everyone to perk up.
Emma gasped excitedly, “Someone’s interested!”
“Really?” Shinichiro couldn’t keep the delight out of his tone as he sat up and looked back down at the device. He clicked on the notification and the dating app showed your bright smiling face. He made a noise, sounding impressed.
“She’s cute,” Mikey commented, peeking over his shoulder to see your picture.
Emma quickly scanned your bio and gasped again, “She sounds perfect for you!”
“You think?” Shinichiro found himself asking as he also looked over your information. “Well what do I do?”
“I think you swipe to match,” Izana explained, taking the phone and doing just that. Then he handed it back and continued, “Then you just message her.”
“Message her?” Shinichiro repeated in surprise, “What would I even say?”
“Well most people start with a hello,” Izana said like it was obvious.
“No! Do a joke! Show her you’re funny!” Emma advised.
“Is he though?” Mikey questioned blankly.
“I can be funny,” Shinichiro argued, furrowing his brows.
Before he could think of something to say, you sent the first message. 
“Is that her? What’d she say?” Emma asked.
“She said ‘hey’ with a smiley face,” Shinichiro answered, “Quick what do I say?”
“Just say it back,” Mikey shrugged, “Come on, you’ve held a conversation before.”
Ignoring that last part, Shinichiro did just that and soon you were replying.
That was the start of many messages shared between you and Shin. You two seemed to hit it off really well and had quite a bit in common. He found your mannerisms endearing and just genuinely enjoyed talking to you.
However, after about a month, Shinichiro still had yet to ask you on a date, the whole reason why the younger Sano siblings downloaded the app in the first place. Which is exactly what led them to take matters into their own hands once more.
“Have you guys seen my phone?” Shinichiro asked one day as he walked into the living room only to see Emma, Mikey, and Izana huddled around it again. “What are you doing?”
“Talking to (Y/n),” Emma replied nonchalantly, being the one actually holding the device.
“What?! With my phone? Did you at least tell her it was you?”
“No,” Mikey answered bluntly, and before Shinichiro could get his phone back, the phone dinged with a message.
Emma read it first and squealed excitedly, “She said yes!”
Shinichiro was lost, “Yes? Yes to what?”
Emma simply handed his phone over to her older brother with a smug smile on her face. “You have a date tomorrow!”
“You didn’t,” Shinichiro sounded breathless as he snatched the phone out of her hands. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked over the messages of them asking you out by pretending to be him and you enthusiastically agreeing.
“It’s at the zoo at ten o’clock tomorrow morning,” Izana explained.
“You’re welcome,” Mikey added.
Shinichiro didn’t know what to do or say. It’s not like he could cancel the date because he didn’t want to seem like he wasn’t interested- he was very interested. He was just surprised you said yes.
So Shinichiro sucked it up and decided that he would make it the best date ever.
The next morning you both met up at the train station and made your way to the zoo. You were wearing a cute outfit and Shinichiro just put on a pair of nice jeans with a crisp white shirt that Emma insisted he ironed.
The date was going a lot smoother than Shinichiro thought it would go, much to his relief. You both laughed and joked as you went around to see the animals. There was even a point where you took the initiative and started holding his hand.
Finally, you suggested stopping somewhere for lunch which he agreed. You found a nice little restaurant and were currently waiting for your food.
“So is there a reason we’re being tailed by three kids wearing sunglasses, all pretending to read a newspaper?” You asked lowly out of nowhere, startling him.
Shinichiro furrowed his brows and you subtly nodded your head to the side, gesturing to a table not too far away. And sure enough, when he looked over he saw Mikey, Emma, and Izana sitting at the table, peeking over a big newspaper while wearing sunglasses. When they noticed they had been caught, they quickly ducked their heads behind the paper.
“They stick out like a sore thumb,” Shinichiro felt a wave of irritation as his eye twitched. They really don’t trust him to do anything, huh?
“I take it you know them?” You asked as you took a sip of your drink.
“Those are my siblings I was telling you about,” He replied with a huff.
“The ones that made your profile?” You tipped your lips up into a teasing smile, “And asked me out for you?”
Shinichiro buried his face in his hands and groaned, “Yes.”
You started giggling despite his distress.
“It’s not funny,” He whined, peeking at you through his fingers which made you laugh harder.
“It’s hilarious,” You responded, then when you gained some semblance of control, you grinned at him, “And actually really sweet. It just shows that they care about you.”
At this, Shinichiro lowered his hands, “You’re not weirded out?”
“Nah,” You shook your head, then you shrugged, “Do you wanna invite them to join us?”
“But what about our date?” He questioned.
“Do you want to spend the rest of our date being watched like zoo animals?” You countered, “Come on, it’ll be a nice bonding experience.”
Shinichiro felt a soft smile grow on his face, “You’re so cool.”
“I know,” You said sweetly.
And so you and Shinichiro invited the three teens to join you. They didn’t seem the slightest bit guilty for crashing your date as they immediately started asking you all sorts of questions to get to know you better. Shinichiro watched in fascination and adoration as you clicked with his siblings without hesitation.
They suggested going to the aquarium which was nearby and you walked with Shinichiro, holding his hand and laughing as Emma, Mikey, and Izana started pointing out fishes that they claimed looked like their older brother. Despite all the teasing, Shinichiro felt so grateful towards his younger siblings for meddling in his love life and leading him right to you.
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AMONG US | h. lewis
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summary: you smoke the boys on a game of among us. [1.9k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: small request on this fine sunday! i love the thought of smoking the boys on a game whilst completely winging it! sos it’s late anon (like all my requests 🥲 my bad, they’re on their way) but i hope you enjoy! & don’t forget to reblog! <3
“OH MY GOD, I am feeling a little rusty with this.”
“Well you know what, Y/n? I promise you you’ll not be the worst player.” Tobi’s reassuring words comforted you as the group went silent at the dig he’d just thrown. “As long as you don’t murder someone in front of everyone.”
“. . . was that aimed at me?” Your boyfriend spoke up, causing everyone to laugh out loud, and you laughed from your bed, hearing him laugh himself from the other room.
Your laptop preoccupied your lap after Ethan had just introduced the video through his mic, “hello boys and girls! Yes! Today, we are back with another Among Us video but this time with a few more guests — we have Randy,” it cut to Randy holding up a greeting hand, “we have Lux. We have Mr Lazerbeam and we have—” you posed with your hands under your chin, flashing a smile at the camera Harry had attached to your laptop, “Y/N Wroetoshawww.”
“That’s the last name, is it?”
“Yeah, that’s going in the wedding vows,” Harry agreed, feeling like it rhymed off better than Y/n Lewis.
“I’m claiming Imposter,” Simon spoke it into existence.
“I haven’t got Imposter in a minute, bro,” Josh clicked his outfit different on the screen.
“Same.”
“Harry let’s kiss,” you joked as your little people hung out in the lobby, moving yours to face Harry’s character until he ran as far away from you as you embarrassed him in front of everyone.
“HA! I want to kiss,” JJ laughed at your moves, “Simon come give me a kiss. Josh! Come here!”
“Y/n I’ll fucking kill you,” your boyfriend warned through a laugh, hurrying away from you.
“Harry, if you seriously get imposter, I’m not making your dinner tonight,” you stretched as the boys loudly laughed over mic, “I’m being serious, you fucking kill me first again, you can get something yourself!” You laughed.
It was true, he had killed you first out of spite, and technically, you’d already got payback when you’d both been selected as Imposter — and you killed him before you could both be crowned winners.
Oh yeah. You were that bitch.
But lo and behold, your screen glowed red as the bold words IMPOSTER reflected on your screen, and you grinned as the chat went quiet.
“Well it’s not me.”
“It’s not me.”
“Y/n, is it you?” Harry squinted suspiciously because that was exactly what someone who it was would say.
“Honest! I bet you it’s you!” You accused, shifting in your seat, “I’ll run in and check.”
“Don’t!”
“Y/n do it!” Simon encouraged, running alongside Josh to hook up some wires.
To keep up your facade, you left your room and appeared on Harry's screen, taking him by surprise and making him laugh as you crept up behind him in his room. “Y/n! Get out! You’re — this is cheating!” It was funny ‘cause he actually wasn’t the imposter, which you could already see as you thumped up to his computer to confirm, leaning on his chair. “Y/N!”
“Did she go look?!” Vik laughed from his house, clicking and tapping his controls quickly.
“YES!”
You ran back to the room, in fear somebody would kill you in the time you were gone.
NOT.
You laughed in secret to your cam as you began your mission, thirsty for the first person you saw.
Not 20 seconds in did you manage to kill Callux, sending the boy into complete shock as he muted himself from the chat. “Slimey fucking bitch — are you kidding?!”
Nobody had suspected he’d died, and no one seemed to be around, so you set off, running in the complete opposite direction where you mingled among a group of players, doing your tasks.
Again, you’d caught someone on their own, Vik just having left the room, and struck your second kill, venting immediately after.
Dead body found.
“Lux dead in communications.”
“OH! Tobi’s dead too!”
“TOBI?!” You exclaimed.
“I was just with Tobi in MedBay—”
“I just saw Vik leave MedBay!” You turned it around on him as Ooo’s filled your earphones.
“It wasn’t me! I saw him—”
“Yeah, yeah, Vik. That’s what they all say,” Harry snickered as he made his vote. The boys laughed at the little ‘I Voted’ sticker appearing next to his player.
Nobody was voted out and suddenly you were adamant on who your next victim was:
“Vik, are you in electrical?”
“No, I’ve just left.”
“Y/n I can’t believe you killed me you bastard,” Lux privately chatted with you.
You cackled loudly, “believe it, bitch. Who should I kill next?”
“Kill JJ.”
You were up for the challenge, and went seeking for him after closing off a couple rooms. You found him in Security, watching CCTV.
“Come to watch some TV with me?”
“Yeah, feels like I’m watching Big Brother.” You stood there for a few more moments, “. . ok. Boring. Bye.” You left, and he laughed as you entered another room, and vented. And then you vented back to his room.
Where you killed him.
JJ’s scream pierced through everyone’s ears sets, making some flinch and jumped at the high pitch of it.
It was hilarious.
“Did you just get killed?!”
“ARE YOU DEAD?!”
“I’M FUCKIN’ DEAD BRO. YES.”
“AFTER I JUST LEFT YOU?!” You joined in with the surprise, making your way back to the body until the emergency meeting was called.
“YES. Y/N.” He confirmed, muting his mic for the remainder of the time now.
You laughed loudly. “That’s mad.”
“That’s sick!” Harry laughed, “whoever this murderer is, I applaud you. You are sneaky.”
“Yeah, fair game!” Ethan joined, “savage.”
You modelled for your camera, striking a pose with a pout and chin on your fingers.
“Mate, who is it though? ‘Cause we actually don’t know and we’re three people down.” Minter laughed into his mic as he looked over the list.
“Josh’s been quiet,” Randy noted.
“EH?!” The senior took offense.
You sipped on your spoon of soup as the accusing game began.
“IT’S BEHZ!”
“WELL NOW I THINK IT'S RANDY, SO,” Josh made his vote.
“Fuck it, I vote Randy as well,” Harry teeheed clicking his button.
“FUCK YOU ALL! It’s Vik and you’ll regret this!”
“Fuck off, Randy!”
Ahhhhh. The sweet success.
Randy was voted out and rage-quit before the game resumed. You killed Lazerbeam in Reactor, and vented your way to Cafeteria when the meeting was called. You were moving fast. There were 6 of you left. “Right, I have my suspicions.”
“I still think it’s Vik. I’m actually scared now.”
“Y/N SHUT UP!” He laughed, fighting for his life that he was no the imposter here.
“Y/n where were you?” Zerkaa asked, and you replied honestly.
“Cafeteria.”
“D’you vent your way there?”
“Ooo,” Harry and Ethan harmonized, while Simon listened anticipatedly.
“Yeah, I vented from Reactor all the way to the Cafeteria.”
The boys laughed at your bluntness, including Josh who didn’t know how to add to it. “Fuck it Josh! For that reason I’m voting you! Tryna pin the blame on me!”
The boys laughed as the meeting ended and no one was evicted.
You chased after Josh and stabbed that bitch.
“. . are you fucking joking?” He turned to his camera after muting his mic.
“Simon it has to be you. Vik sounds adamant.” Ethan stated.
“I think it’s Y/n!” Simon accused, “Harry, you go check her laptop!” He dared, laughing at the chaos it would start.
“It’s not! I'm eating my tomato soup! I been hiding!” You defended.
“Is that what that slurping is?!”
“Yes!”
“Oi it better be,” Ethan devilishly chuckled as you pulled a face on cam.
“Well what else would it be?” You snapped.
“Mate, that’s all I hear in my ear at night, fucking — her and her cup of tea!” The boys burst out into laughter at Harry’s rant. “I’m serious! I’m serious! Honestly! She brings about 20 different drinks to bed, acts like she’s ran a marathon in her sleep! Chugging it down in my ear in the middle of the night, fuckin’—”
You were breathless from laughter yourself, setting your bowl down before you spilled it, you knew how much Harry found it annoying.
“Thirsty girl in the night.” Behz sniggered.
“Fucking right, literally necking a litre of water in her sleep!”
You were literally trying to stop your food from spilling from your mouth, you were laugh so much, and so were the boys - knowing the struggle and the same peeve when their Mrs did it in bed.
After a minute of faking your tasks, you found the little cyan player in Storage and cutely dandered up to him.
“Harry, can we kiss again?”
“No.”
You killed him.
You made your way back to Josh’s body to report him.
“I’m fucking breaking up with her.” Harry said after a minute’s silence of his mouth hanging open. You jumped at the loud sound of him coming into your room to see if it was true.
That you were the imposter.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He said in disbelief, sitting down next to you. You bit your thumb to conceal your laughter and reported the corpse on the ground. “Josh in . . I don’t know. OH MY GOD!”
“HARRY’S DEAD TOO?!”
“What the hell?!” Simon exclaimed. “Aight Vikkstar. I hate to do this.”
“SIMON DON'T YOU DARE!”
“Do it Minter!” Behz encouraged, clicking his vote. You followed their lead.
Vik was shot out of the ship.
And nothing happened. The game continued.
“Stay the hell away from me,” you ran in the opposite direction of them to divert the three of you. Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing right now, hearing. The effortless lies slipping from your mouth. Scary.
And with only four tasks left to do before you lost, you hunted down Minter and planned your attack, the ship less crowded from before. “What task you doin’, Minter?”
“Can't scan this card.”
“Oh my God, I haven’t done that one either,” you lied off your tongue, spending a second to pretend to do it while he grew nervous next to you.
And then when he ran away, you sprung onto him.
Boom. Dead. Another one.
“Ethan, d’you want to team up? I don’t trust that geezer,” you looked for him as he remained clueless to the kill.
“Mmm. Yeah alright. He’s gone too quiet . . .” he tried to find you.
“I know! Adds to my point!” You met him in the middle and all the boys couldn’t believe their eyes as they watched the scene unfold.
“BEHZ! RUN WHILE YOU CAN!” Harry screamed into your mic, and as a ‘eh?’ left your friend’s mouth, your little lemon character, with a pretty pink flower on her head, pulled out a gun and shot him.
And you won.
“ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL?!”
“ISN'T SHE DANGEROUS?!”
“SEE! I TOLD YOU LOT! I FUCKING TOLD YOU LOT!”
“BRO, I WAS NEVER GUESSING THAT!”
“Y/n you’re—” Josh kicked you from the game. “No.”
“Harry how does it feel knowing you sleep beside a serial killer at night?” Lux spoke into his mic.
“Y/n you’re actually built different, bro,” JJ groaned, stretching his muscles after such an intense game.
“You’re all pathetic.”
“Aye bro I'm never playing with her again.” Simon exited the lobby.
“I’m done for the day. I need to go rethink some life choices.”
“Me too, man.”
“Harry, you are with a dangerous liar right there. Watch out man.”
“Oh shut up. Take the L and move on,” you grinned to your camera, celebrating your victory.
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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO SATORU x FEM READER
“What I want from the river is what I always want: / to be held by a stronger thing that, in the end, chooses mercy.”
wc — 1.5k
tags — quote from Advantages of Being Evergreen by Oliver Baez Bendorf, title from the Louvre by Lorde, feral Gojo, kidnapping, NPC death
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“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” Gojo asks as you’re lying in bed, whispering to each other before you fall asleep as you often do. It’s a strange question, but not worse than other ones he’s asked before.
“I’m not sure…once I helped Shoko steal cigarettes from the local konbini because she wanted to try the delinquent life, but I left money behind when she wasn’t looking.”
He laughs so hard tears pop into his eyes, probably more at you than with you, but you don’t care. You’re as gone for him as he is for you, and that means humiliating yourself for a chance to hear him laugh is an honor you’d accept over and over.
“What about you?”
“You don’t want to know,” he says, hand rubbing your stomach lightly. He can’t help the urge to touch when he sees your pajama shirt ride up. It makes you squirm, his long pale fingers stroking over the tender skin.
He likes it. Something about seeing you belly up - vulnerable, trusting, ready to be plundered - speaks to the worst instincts in him. He never pretended to be a good man.
“No, seriously,” he shakes his head when you pout. You’re a little annoyed by the unfairness of it, after all, you had shared yours with him. “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. You really don’t want to know, especially before you fall asleep.”
You’ve never really thought about it before, but Gojo is a bit of a monster, isn’t he?
“Hey,” someone taps your head lightly. “Keep her awake.”
“Is she fucking dying? Hello? Are you dying?”
It makes sense for them to ask. Your eyes keep fluttering shut, but you’re not dying. You were just reminiscing on the past.
“Idiot!” There’s a yelp from somewhere in the room. “I told you not to hit her so hard!”
“I thought she could take it! That’s Gojo Satoru’s girl!”
That hurts more than any of your injuries. How embarrassing, to be caught off guard. When Gojo rescues you, he’s going to make fun of how easily you let yourself get captured.
“Is he coming soon?”
“Why, you scared?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I’m scared! It’s Gojo Satoru!”
“Good,” comes a familiar voice. “You should be.”
You open your eyes. Gojo looks like Gojo, which is to say-
Impeccable. Mischievous. Divine.
A smile flickers across your face even in your condition.
“Took you long enough,” you croak.
“Don’t move!” One of your guards is holding a knife to your neck. If you had the energy to, you’d sigh at the naïveté. “I’ll kill her!”
In the blink of an eye, Gojo’s by his side. He wrenches his hand off you with nothing but brute force, without even using a technique. You take the dropped knife and plunge it into the man. It’s only right to return the favor. Even that one movement takes so much out of you. You’re shaky on your feet.
“You’re stronger than this,” Gojo chides even as he pulls you into him, supporting your weight. You slide forward limply, letting your chin hook over his shoulder. He hoists you up with one arm to carry you.
You know he won’t hear any excuses. When you’re back on campus and fully recovered, it’s going to be hours of training before he lets you go on another mission on your own again, regardless of the fact that you were set up.
“Close your eyes,” he murmurs into your ear. “I’m going to take care of the rest.”
Then the screaming starts. It dies as quickly as it began. You peek up at him. The look in his eyes is terrifying. He doesn’t look all human - or all there. There’s a thirst for blood in him, a debt to be paid.
“Is it over?”
“Almost, sweetheart. Just give me a minute.”
“Please,” you hear someone begging. You think it’s the man who confessed to being scared. It’s so like Gojo to save him for last. Those who know their own place should be rewarded, after all.
“I have a message for Suguru,” Gojo says casually. The guard relaxes a little in his hold. He knows that means he’s getting home. “Tell him he doesn’t need to hurt her to get my attention.”
The guard starts to open his mouth, and then Gojo tightens his grip. “I changed my mind.”
He’s dead before a second has passed.
You don’t remember getting back to campus, but you remember Shoko giving you a Hello Kitty band-aid after she patches you up.
“Just got them,” she says, rattling the little can. “Satoru dropped them off. Says he wants me to use them on Megumi. I don’t have any stickers, so this is all you’re going to get from me.”
She pats your back when you hug her.
“Okay, okay,” she says with a laugh. “I get it, I’m amazing. Satoru wants to see you when you’re done, by the way. Think he’s hanging around the training yard.”
You give her a pained look. “Please, no.”
“Oh yes,” she says cheekily.
When you get there, Gojo is pacing the training grounds like a chained animal. His head snaps up when he sees you. Relief spreads over his face before he whisks it away.
“Good, good,” he nods. “There you are. I was starting to think Shoko was losing her touch.”
“I was just making conversation,” you say, walking over to him. “Some of us are polite, you know.”
“I’m polite.”
“You’re so cute when you’re delusional,” you say, leaning forward to give him a peck on the nose.
He scrunches his nose up, never quite sure how to respond to your overt affection before he just takes it.
“You can call me names after you beat me once,” he says, hefting a wooden staff in hands. He tosses you another one.
“Did you steal these from Maki?”
“Don’t try to distract me,” he scolds. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Come on,” you wheedle. “I’m not in the mood.”
“I must not have trained you well enough if you’re getting taken down that easily,” Gojo teases.
“Don’t play the all knowing teacher with me,” you say. “I’m not Megumi. I knew you when you were struggling with Infinity.”
“Three rounds,” he promises, “and we can get food after. Just give me three.”
You’re smarter than the cronies Gojo just annihilated for you. It’s because you know the cardinal rule of facing Gojo: never expect to win. All you’re trying for are one or two hits.
You give him the first one. Then, right when he’s in your space, you lunge forward, tapping your staff against his shoulder. It touches -
And he doesn’t flinch.
“Cheater! Turn off Infinity!”
“I never said I was turning it off,” he says, returning to his starting position. “I’m going to be serious now. Get ready.”
“Okay,” you laugh, and then you’re flat on your back. Gojo leans over you. He looks the same as he did during the earlier fight, his teeth bared. It’s the kind of expression that belongs on him, blood on his hands and eyes like that of a god.
You can’t stop staring, devouring the image of him even when it shakes something in you. As much as your animal instincts are cowering right now, telling you to roll over in submission, it feels strangely good. You know Gojo would never hurt you. To be caught in his grip like this, still knowing you’re safe despite being able to feel all of the power that thrums through him does something for you. Your breath catches.
“Oh,” he says. “I thought so.”
You blink at him, completely and utterly confused as to what he’s blathering about now. Sometimes the only way to deal with Gojo is just to let him run his course.
“I know it’s the first time you’ve seen me-“ he gestures vaguely in the air, which does nothing to clarify the matter for you, “but it doesn’t have to change anything. Just forget it happened, and I’ll tone it down. You’ll never see me like that again.”
“Babe,” you say, patiently in a tone you usually only reserve for the students. “What are you talking about?”
“I know I went a little harder than I normally do on those curse users, but I was just worried about you! I’m not normally like that-“
Lies. He totally is, and you know it. It makes you laugh at him.
He grabs you by the chin, his big palm covering your mouth in an attempt to shut you up. You know it annoys him a little, to see you so lighthearted when he’s so tense. Must be hard to get a dose of his own medicine.
“Oh, Gojo,” you say, unbearably fond even through a mouthful of his flesh. “I’m not scared of you - I’m scared of how much I want you, even at your worst. I’ll never look away from what you are.”
“Okay,” he says softly. “Good.”
“Good?”
“I like the part of you that needs me,” he says, and it’s more of a confession than anything he’s ever given you.
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lola-bunn1 · 1 year
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somebody that i used to know.
❥ a/n: just to clarify, this doesn't end in fluff, i MIGHT write a part 2 if it doesn't suck
part two, part three
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You and Neteyam have been together for years now, you loved him and he loved you. He used to tell you how he wanted you to start Tsahik training for when he becomes the next Olo'eyktan.
He was everything to you. You were everything to him. You never left each others side
In fact, you held on to each other even more after the sky people came back for war. He was always out, fighting the battles alongside his parents and brother
You were always in the fortress, healing the others. You supported him, comforting him and telling him how proud you were of him. But in your heart, a hole was forming.
Not because of Neteyam, but because of everything.
You tried to snap yourself out of it, saying everything was fine. But you had to face it someday. You needed to tell Neteyam, perhaps he’ll agree. Perhaps, he won’t shame you, or make you feel as if you’ve done something wrong.
You sat by the tree of souls, waiting for him as always. You two come here every night to just be at peace for a moment, away from everything. Just you and him.
This was it, you’re gonna tell him. He was your mate, he’d understand!
Right?
“Hello, my love” A voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you turned to see Neteyam smiling at you, leaning down to kiss you and sitting next you
“How was it, today?” You asked, building a conversation
“I have to be honest with you, it wasn’t good.” He sighed, “A huge bomb exploded on us, many have been seriously injured and some have died…we lost a lot today.”
You held his hand and sighed, he laid his head on your lap and you began playing with his hair
“Hopefully this all will end soon” You spoke, it sounded as if you were comforting him, but you were really comforting yourself
It was quiet for a while, he was relaxed on your lap, while you were in a trance, thinking of how to tell him
“Neteyam…” You said, he hummed in response, “What if it never ends…”
“What never ends?” He asked
“The war” You responded, he looked up at you
“It will, our prayers to eywa will one day come true” He tried to comfort
He looked back down, resting his eyes
“I don’t feel safe here anymore” You whispered, he got up and cradled your face
“Oh love, nothing will happen to you—“
“No, Neteyam you’re not understanding” You snapped, gently moving his arm away, you looked around and made sure nobody was there, “I want to leave” You whispered, your eyes glossy
“Y/n, you cannot be serious” He said, you were quiet, “We cannot leave—I have a family, this is our home” He said
Your tears slid down your cheeks, he was right. He wasn’t like you, he still has his family. He still has a life here.
Your heart was aching, you don’t want to be here anymore. You wanted to leave and never come back. But how could you?
“You’re right…I’m sorry” You sobbed, he hugged you tightly, “I’m so sorry, I just—I’m sorry” You cried out as he comforted you
“It’s okay, my love. Don’t cry, it’s alright—just, don’t say stuff like that again.” He said
You let go and nodded at him, he lightly smiled at you, wiping your tears. You gently moved his head down to your lap again, playing with his hair again as you just sat there in silence, no expression on your face
Neteyam didn’t realize he had fallen asleep. When he woke up the next day, you were gone.
You wanted to leave, so desperately. You had nothing here anymore, but Neteyam had everything. So you had leave him behind too.
He went back home, a shocked look on his face.
“Neteyam! Did you sleep at Y/n’s again? Where have you been?” Neytiri asked, she then noticed the look on his face
“You okay, kid?” Jake asked, Neteyam turned to him
“She’s gone” He whispered, “She’s gone, dad!” He yelled, Jake hugged him as he began crying
Neytiri and Jake shared a look, and neither one of them knew what’s going on. But continued to comfort him
He had dreams.
Dreams of you being the next Tsahik, dreams of him starting a family with you, dreams of being together till your old and on the verge of death
But now, all of that was gone. You were gone, and it was clear you weren’t coming back.
Now, you were just somebody that he used to know.
❥ a/n: i know it’s short, but i’m thinking of making a part 2 of this, should i??
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Why Don’t You Talk to Matty About it?
word count: 2.5K
f!reader x matty
tags: angst, happy ending
warnings: alcohol, mentions of smut but no actual smut
after pining after matty since they became friends 15 years ago, it all comes to a head for y/n on a drunken night out
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You’re nearly two bottles of wine deep when she comes up to the table.
“Hiiiiii… I just wanted to say that I’m a massive fan of yours. I loooove the new album!”
She’s drunk as fuck; stumbling over her words, gripping his shoulder to keep herself steady. You feel the jealousy burning through your entire body. It’s a chore not to show it; to smile instead of scowl at her, to drink from your glass at a normal pace instead of throwing it down your throat.
He turns his head to look up at her, smiling so genuinely that you want to claw your eyes out. He’s drunk too, you can see it in the way he clumsily puts his hands over the one she has on his shoulder, eyes glazed over.
“Aw, thank you, Darlin’. We’re glad you like it.”
You feel sick. He’s looking at her so gently, like he might spook her if he doesn’t. She’s just a fan saying hello, you scream at yourself internally, stop being a fucking melt. And it almost works, you almost calm down, and then she giggles and plops herself down next to him. You breathe in sharply, tightening your grip on your glass.
George puts his hand on your thigh, and in leans in to whisper to you.
“Y/N, you need to chill out.”
George is right. You know he is. He’s always fucking right. You need to get a grip. 32 years old and so hung up on your teenage crush that you’re seriously considering squaring up to a teenager. And for what? A man who maybe looks your way twice on a good day? That’s not true. You aren’t being fair. Sometimes you think you see it in his eyes, but it disappears so fast. You can’t ever tell if it was really there. And he smiles, he smiles so softly just for you; so softly it makes you weak in the knees, makes you smile back a shit eating grin every time.
But what does it matter - he isn’t yours. You’re just ‘the friend’, the one woman he can count on to not try it on with him. He told you as much one time, sat huddled together in the freezing cold on someone’s back door step when you were 17. And what were you supposed to say to that? ‘Uhh, actually Matty…’, Yeah right. You smiled and took the fag that was dangling between his fingers, taking the longest drag you could manage so you didn’t have to reply. And here you are, over 15 years later, smiling sweetly and keeping your mouth occupied so you don’t ruin your life.
You’ve got a face like thunder, you can feel it. But you can’t stop it. You can’t stop looking at him, can’t stop the jealousy ripping through you. A jealousy you don’t really have a right to have. He’s got you all wound up. He’s not even looking at you and you’re on the edge of your seat.
But who are you kidding? He’s always got you wound up. Always got your knees on the verge of buckling, always got you hanging onto every word he says. You feel your whole body pulse every time he looks your way. You always have. It’s a curse you can’t escape. Not to be dramatic but sisyphus had it easy compared to you.
You all watch as he runs his hands up and down her waist, keeping his eyes on her. She giggles, bites her lip, clearly living out her rockstar fantasy. You want to strangle her. You wish this wine glass was her and you could just squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and-
“You need another drink, Y/N?” George asks, sensing that you need to be taken away from the table immediately.
“I would love another drink.”
-
George holds open the door to the smoking area for you.
You fumble with the packet, can’t find your lighter, realise that Matty bumped it earlier and never put it back.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!”
It’s too much. It’s the last straw. Here you are crouched down in a dingy smoking area on the verge of bawling your eyes out. All because some stupid child is holding Matty’s attention. She’s not a child, you think to yourself. She’s obviously old enough to be in here but oh what does it matter. You can’t think straight anymore.
You can’t stop thinking about his hands on her, how you wish they were on you. You’re so jealous. So jealous that she just sat down right next to him and melted onto his body. She did something in 10 seconds that you haven’t done in 10 years. And is it really that easy? Do you just need to hike your dress up, drag out your vowels, and bat your eyelashes? Will you he fuck you senseless then? Take you into the bathrooms and show you what next week looks like?
But that’s not really want you want, is it? It’s just easier to think about him if you convince yourself you only want to fuck him. That all you want is his hands in your hair and your lips on his neck. That you don’t want him in a nice, normal way at all. You don’t think about being the girl in his Instagram stories, or waking up in his arms every morning, or… or…
“This is getting pathetic, Y/N.” George’s hand is gently resting on your shoulder. He doesn’t look angry, he just looks at you with that sort of sad face you have when you can’t hide that you think someone’s being a massive twat.
“Yeah, I know. Believe me I fucking know.” You don’t mean it to sound as sad as it does. George crouches down next to you, running his hand up and down your arm.
You couldn’t count the amount of times you and George have sat like this; cuddled together as you cried about Matty. It never gets old, it’s almost a monthly event now. He joked once that you need to start marking it on the calendar for him so he can wear something he doesn’t mind you covering with makeup. You’ve become unexpectedly close. You never knew him well until that same fateful night you were put in your place by Matty. That was the first time - you sat cross legged on the kitchen counter with your lip quivering and your chest heaving, and George just held your hand until you calmed down.
“You can’t just keep crying about him. If he doesn’t feel the same way it won’t change anything; you’ll be embarrassed for a couple weeks and then it’ll all fall back into place. He’s a dick but he loves you more than anything, Y/N. You know he wouldn’t be mean about it. You know that.”
You choke back a sob. You know he’s right, it wouldn’t change anything really. You’re both adults, no one’s 16 anymore. It can be mature, you can both be sensible. But it’s always the same; gone are your inhibitions and in their place is Matty, clouding up your senses.
“I can’t do it George,” you whisper softly, wiping underneath your eyes with the sleeve of your dress, “I can’t risk losing him. I’d rather never have him the way I want and still have him here than never have him the way I want and not have him here.”
It’s too quiet. It’s quite sudden, it’s uncomfortable. It’s just a girl crying over a crush, except the girl’s in her 30’s and the crush is her best friend.
George pulls himself up off the ground, holding out his hands to help you. You take them gently and you both giggle when you fall flat on your arse. You dust yourself off and stand up properly. George takes a lighter from his pocket and lights the slightly crumpled fag you forgot you’ve been gripping onto.
“Sorry for being a massive gimp.” You laugh gently.
“S’alright, Y/L/N. My favourite thing about you.” He tries to keep his face straight but breaks into a massive grin, laughing along with you.
“I’m fine. I promise, I’m just… I don’t know, I don’t really have the words for it, to be honest with you.”
“Look, we’re gonna go back in there, get another drink, request whatever ridiculous song it takes to cheer you up, and we’re gonna have a fucking great time. Okay?”
“Okay.” You smile at him. You don’t know how anyone survives in this world without George Daniel.
He pulls you into a hug, and you can’t help but start crying again. You wipe at the tears but it does nothing other than ruin your makeup even more.
“I’m gonna look a fucking state when I go back in there.”
“Eh, it’s dark. No one will be able to tell.”
“Wow,” you laugh out, “thanks George, very reassuring.”
“Always welcome, love. Now come on, it’s fucking freezing. You can cry about being in love inside.”
As George starts to lead you back inside, you hear Matty’s voice echoing out towards you.
“Y/N? George? You guys out here? You’ve been gone for ages.” Panic pulses through you as Matty’s voice fills the smoking area.
You’re still glued to George when Matty stumbles onto you both. He looks so worried, distressed. And then he looks confused. Confused why you’re crying, why you’re clinging to George like your life depends on it.
“Yeah, yeah we’re out here. Jus’ having a chat.” George says, rubbing your back with one hand and wiping away your smudged mascara with the other.
You smile gently at Matty, not quite able to meet his eyes. You’re embarrassed, there’s really no other words for it. No excuses, no nothing, the man you’re crying your eyes out about has just wandered in on you doing it. And where do you go from there?
“Y/N? What’s going on, sweetheart? Why you crying so hard?”
He placed a hand on your check, wiping at the bottom of your eyes with his thumb. Fuck sake, your eyes begin watering again (not that they ever stopped). You don’t want to have this conversation. No one wants to have this conversation. George especially doesn’t want to be in the middle of said conversation.
“I’m Okay, Matty.”
He looks sceptical - he knows you too well for this.
“Honestly, Matty, really, I’m okay.”
Lying straight through your teeth to Matty is a fully developed talent at this stage in your life, but you just don’t have the conviction tonight. He tries to meet your eyes again. but you can’t get them off your shoes. You hear him sigh. Shame burns in you - since when couldn’t you spew shit at Matty to keep him on the wrong track?
“Darlin’… Come on, you think I don’t know you well enough to know that’s not true?”
“Matty… Please, just leave it.”
“Okay, I can’t be arsed anymore. You two are getting left to sort this out.” George makes a move towards the door, and before you can process what just happened he’s back inside.
“Fuck.” You try and run after him, but Matty grips your wrist.
“Y/N, what the fuck is going on? Why are you crying and why are you lying to me about it, Darlin’?”
His face is so gentle. His grip on your wrist has loosened but he hasn’t let go. Curls falling in his eyes, fingers on your pulse. It’s too much. It’s too much. And then his other arm snakes around your waist and you can’t do it anymore. Your chest is so tight it might combust. And your face is so hot in the cold London weather that it burns. After an eternity, you meet his eyes.
“I… I can’t… I can’t, Matty. I can’t.”
The grip tightens, he pulls you closer.
“Come on, darlin’, use your words.”
“Oh fuck off, Matthew.” You half sigh, half giggle.
“Use ‘em, come on, use ‘em. Why don’t you talk to Matty about it?”
You laugh gently, watching as his face breaks out in a smile. God he’s so pretty. His hand is still cradling your check, thumb gently gliding over your skin. You don’t want to use your words. You don’t want to talk about this at all.
“Y/N?”
“I’m fine, really. You can go back to flirting with the borderline high schooler.”
It comes out meaner than you wanted it to, and you watch as Matty’s face falls. Fuck. So much for not having this conversation.
“Her? That’s what this is about? A fan I spoke to for less than five minutes?”
You try to move away from him, your cheeks burning red from the embarrassment - like a child caught with its hand in the cookie jar. But his grip on your wrist and waist tightens and he pulls you back in.
“Don’t make me do this Matty. I mean it. Please.” Tears well in your eyes, this could be it. This could be the last time Matty ever holds you like this, ever winds you up to stop you from crying. You don’t want it to end. How could you ever want this to end.
“Y/N, are you seriously jealous of a fucking 18 year old? Do you think I’d do that to you? Really? Come on, Darlin’ use that pretty head of yours.”
You’re too busy trying not to let the tears drop that you almost don’t catch the look of sheer panic in his eyes. It stops you in your tracks. Why does he look panicked? Why would he look panicked? Your heart races.
“Matty?”
“Yes, darlin’?”
You’re so close to each other you’re basically breathing the same air. His hand around your waist has been holding yours, your other hand has just been dangling at your side since you didn’t know what to do with it. You know what to do with it now; you bring it up to the hand he has on your cheek, closing your fingers over the top of his.
“What exactly would I need to use my pretty head to figure out?”
“Fuck sake…”
“Come on, darlin’, use your words.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah - fucking c’mere.”
You would’ve laughed at him if you had time (and if you hadn’t been so shocked), but his lips latch onto yours before you can think about anything else. He’s so gentle with you, the hand that was on your waist comes up into your hair. He grips it softly, smiling to himself as you moan quietly.
Before you know it, it’s over. He pulls away from you, but he’s still so close you can hardly look at his face properly.
“I fucking hate you.” You sigh.
“Think that kiss would say otherwise, sweetheart.”
“Matthew, mate, honestly get fucked.”
“Waited 15 years but can’t wait another couple hours? My, my, my.”
“Will you fuck off?” You laugh, not meaning a single syllable of it.
“Never, darlin’. Stuck with me now.”
He kisses you softly again, smiling sweetly at you as he pulls away.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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gildedlead · 3 months
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All of the Wayne kids’ favorite Leaguers: True and Real and Accurate
Dick: Wonder Woman! Bear with me. Please. I think Superman was his favorite BEFORE he met Clark. Once he learned how big of a dork he was, the magic was sort of lost, doubly so when Clark became his unofficial stepdad. Diana? She stayed cool. Not to mention that in his Robin days, she often humored whatever hare-brained impulses he’d get. Please picture Batman’s bewildered expression when he finds Dick dangling from the Watchtower light fixture he specifically designed to be impossible for him to reach. Diana just, -shrug- “He said please.” You threw him Diana. You threw that child. She’d probably still throw him if he asked nicely, hell, she’d probably do it even before he has to ask. It’s ‘Boy Wonder’, not ‘Boy Bat’.
Jason: Black Canary. ‘Wonder Woman is Jason’s fav’ believers PLEASE hear me out. I think that Diana is Jason’s favorite in a ‘celebrity crush’ way, but Dinah is Jason’s favorite in a ‘cool aunt’ way. He met her unofficially at the Watchtower, but actually started hanging out with her thanks to Roy. They both like motorcycles and kicking ass, plus Young Justice having Canary as a therapist melds well with my vision of her helping Jason heal. And I think she’s used to yelling at Bruce on Oliver’s behalf, so it’s no big to do it on Jason’s too.
Tim: The Flash! If Dinah is the cool aunt, Barry is the cool uncle. Guy that shows up at the function with all the best snacks. He might eat half of them himself but damn if he didn’t bring them. In all seriousness, Tim saw pretty great merit in knowing a forensics guy that he can basically talk to anytime he’s stumped with a case without having to go through the “sorry to wake you” song and dance. Barry occasionally gets unhinged texts that are in the vein of “hey can you go about ten minutes back in time and tell past me about _____”. They’re usually pretty low stakes but sometimes there’s just a “got stabbed, do-over?” jumpscare sprinkled in. Bruce will never ever get shit from Barry about kid troubles. That man is a saint in Flash’s eyes.
Cass: Captain Marvel. She didn’t like him at all during their first meeting. For a person that’s good at reading body language, I imagine that seeing genuinely childish behavior on a grown man would be giving some crazy mixed signals. Once she learns that his powers are magic in origin rather than being alien or meta, her mind opens up a little more to the possibility that his exterior appearance might not be indicative of his actual identity. Cass guesses his age by their next proper meeting and makes it her business to keep an eye on him, always asking Bruce about him after he returns from League missions. Your honor, that 7’5” brick wall Champion of Magic is actually just Cass’ little buddy. She’s gonna get him some ice cream or something.
Steph: Green Lantern. Hal and Barry are like uncles, except if Barry is the cool one, Hal is the cringe one. Lucky for Hal, being a boyfailure is a good way to amuse Steph. Those two are gonna spend hours arguing with Bruce just for the hell of it, backing each other up on completely incorrect claims (Steph does it because it’s funny, Hal does it because he believes her). He does get bonus points for bringing her cool space snacks whenever he comes back from trips off-world. One of her favorite foods is a sort of hi-chew/gum thing from some other planet in Sector 2418 that doesn’t dissolve or lose its flavor, even after chewing it for days on end.
Damian: Aquaman. He’s a king. Like, an actual king. And he can communicate with fish. Arthur heard about Damian’s temper from the rest of the Leaguers and straight up does not believe it because every time he’s spoken to Damian, it’s been “hello your majesty can you introduce me to an octopus I have a few questions for it”. This one’s short. But I feel it speaks for itself.
Duke: Superman. Clark was NOT told about Signal taking up the day shift in Gotham until he was flying in to compare notes (read: flirt), with Bruce and met Duke when they both went to intercept a carjacking. Clark tries to be responsible like “I feel obligated to let you know that Batman doesn’t take kindly to metas in his city”, only for Duke to point at the big ol bat on his chest. After that, Duke usually intercepts Big Blue’s flight path anytime he comes into Gotham and the two just kind of hang out and shoot the shit while he does his patrol. Duke is also a little bit stoked to be regularly hanging out with The Superman, but even after the awe wears off, he can’t help but still think of Clark as just a cool, friendly guy. He gets someone to share the airspace with, Clark gets a bat he can stay in the sun with, it’s a win/win all around. Congrats Clark, you got one.
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jumpstart-if · 10 months
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Jumpstart is a character-driven slice of life, containing drama and romance. It's mainly inspired by the show 90210 and the movie Mean Girls.
You had multiple sticky notes on your bedroom ceiling, bathroom mirror, and any other surface you were able to get it on.
How to be rich by 21:
1. Survive high school Survive the final year of high school 2. Move out and get a pet (finally!) 3. Become rich and famous (should be easy enough...)
This list has followed you ever since your eleventh birthday when you were suddenly bombarded with the dreaded question:
‘What is your dream job?’
Quite frankly, you didn’t dream of labour. At least not the regular kind. Call it psychic, but you knew you were destined for the easy life, filled with copious amounts of wealth, relaxation, and travels. You were are special.
Seriously, you had everything set out for your 'rags to riches' story:
You weren’t the most popular, but you also weren’t eating lunch alone in the school bathroom. ✔️
You made sure to work a part-time job, starting from the age of thirteen, so it would be easier for future fans to relate to you. ✔️
You were on your way to being crowned ‘Most likely to be famous’, which would have made for the perfect moment on ‘The Late-Night Phil Show’.✔️
Everything was going to plan… until it wasn’t.
Not only did your mother decide to marry some wealthy businessman, but she also packed up all your stuff and moved you hundreds of miles away from your home that screamed ‘humble beginnings’ and into a five bedroom (minimum) mega mansion.
Oh, and public school? Forget about that. From tomorrow on, you’ll be one of those rich private school kids. Goodbye 'rags to riches' background, and hello nepotism allegations.
Though, that’s a problem for future you...
Right now, you’ll have to adapt to school life the way the people at the top of the food chain do it. 
Get ready to ‘survive the final year of high school’ filled with gossip, betrayal, romance, angst, and social drama you could’ve sworn only happened in movies and TV shows.
Jumpstart is rated 18+ as there will be mentions of sexual themes, drugs, alcohol and violence.
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Choose your MC's name and gender.
Decide your MC's personality, clothing style, and much more.
Get involved with 1 out of 4 romanceable characters.
Climb to the top of the hierarchy at Maplewood Private School.
Jumpstart your way into the life of stardom and wealth.
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Isaiah/India (m/f) 'the high school worldwide heartthrob':
You could’ve sworn you saw them gracing the red carpet in some of the hundreds of magazines stashed in one of your moving boxes. Child of the famous celebrity make-up artist, Naomi Lawton and basketball star, Sean Lawton. Wanted by many, yet only successfully claimed by A. Though, judging by how many people I can be regularly spotted with, it begs the question: Does I care?
Appearance: Sepia skin tone. M! has short coily black hair, mostly styled in cornrows and decorated with some silver hair jewellery. F! has long bleached coily hair, currently styled in waist-length blonde braids.
Alison/Anderson (m/f) 'the school's number one':
Not quite like the ones in movies… they’re somewhat nice? At first, they can be straight-up vicious, ripping apart any and every little detail they can get their hands on, but once you earn their trust, you’ll learn that behaviour is much more of a façade than a true reflection of them.
Appearance: Olive complexion with sprinkles of freckles on their nose and cheeks. M! has short curly ginger hair that loosely hangs over his forehead. F! has shoulder-length ginger curls and bangs.
Tegan (m/f) 'the estranged childhood best friend'
You were eight years old, when their family decided to move someplace else, ripping your, what you thought to be inseparable, bond into two. At the start you tried to keep up, exchanging letters almost every day… then weeks… then months if anything, until complete silence. You’re not sure who stopped sending them first or when even, but one thing’s for certain: you were no longer friends. No, after ten years, you definitely weren’t.
Appearance: Brown skin tone. M! has black buzzed hair. F! has straight, waist-length black hair.
Levi/Leighton (m/f) 'wherever they go, trouble follows aka the school's bad boy/girl':
For someone with a big reputation, there’s next to nothing that can be found on them. And all your pestering questions are met with nothing but warnings, yet you can’t help but grow more curious about them with each passing encounter.
Appearance: Tawny skin tone, though you can’t help but notice the faded scar tainting their otherwise clear left cheek. They have wavy brown hair, reaching down to their shoulders.
Reblogs are more than welcome and thanks for reading!
DEMO TBA
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twiixr4kidz · 4 months
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IM FUCKING PANICING UR BACK XD!!!!! ANYWAYZ CAN I HAVE MATTHEW PATEL X EMO/SCENE FEM READER WHO IS REALLY SHY (EXEPT AROUND HIM) HEADCANONS -💀🎀
I AM!!!!! HEHEHEHHE I MISSED POSTING SM :33 AS A FELLOW SCENE KID I AM MORE THAN EXCITED 2 WRITE THIS
matthew patel x scemo!reader
matthew has a strong appreciation for emo fashion
have you seen him?? HELLO??
so of course, he absolutely LOVES seeing you fully dressed up
probably takes fashion inspiration from you honestly
he's also an extrovert at heart, so having a shy partner is something that he eats up
"SHE DIDN'T WANT PICKLES." - matthew standing up for you in a mcdonalds
no in all seriousness though, he thinks it's adorable
you're like, a totally different person in public
he's kinda fascinated with it actually
you're so shy he can barely hear it when you speak and he doesn't mind taking charge of situations
but as soon as you're back home??
you're loud and energetic and bouncing off the walls
and he thinks that's even cuter
it makes him so happy that you feel safe and comfortable enough around him to be your true self
literally giggles to himself about it
fuckin dork
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lizziesblueberries · 2 years
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Now she has your heart
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4,428
Warnings: Mommy Kink, Mommy!Wanda, Bottom!Reader, dark!wanda, possessive Wanda, soft Wanda, Wanda magic g!p, it’s fake though, breeding kink, yandere Wanda?, magic tattoos, slight hurt/comfort, smut, Wanda Maximoff needs a hug, so I gave her one, praise, multiverse of madness spoilers, minors DNI, 18+
Summary: a continuation of She’s in Your Mind I would recommend reading that first, but you don’t have too. It starts after Wanda sacrifices herself. Though we don’t really talk about that. You wake up in an unknown location with Wanda, and she needs you now more than ever.
You slowly woke to soft fingers gently combing through your hair, digits caressing the outline of your face, dragging along your lips. You didn’t open your eyes, still drowsy from sleep, and the soft touches were soothing, you felt safe and warm. You were content to just lay like that, and you did, for a few minutes, until an amused raspy voice spoke to you, snapping you out of your daze and alerting you to the fact that you were not alone.
“Hello Little one, I know you’re awake.”
You slowly opened your eyes to the figure of the Scarlet- no, of Wanda sitting to the side of you, looking down at you and softly smiling. You were in a bed, you noticed, in a room you didn’t recognize, and with a witch who appeared to have changed quite a bit in the last time you saw her. Which you weren’t sure when that was, but the events started to come back to you regardless. The temple- Kamar Taj, Wanda invading the temple, Wanda invading you. Her successfully taking over your mind and making you give in, and letting go of your magic. The people at the temple must be dead now, and you didn’t even try that hard to resist her, to help them. You felt slightly upset at Wanda for choosing you, of all people, she choose your mind to attack, but mostly, you felt upset at yourself. Upset at how weak you were and how easily you let her take control of you, you’d never let anyone come that close, and you let the supposed enemy at that time, be the one to take you. At your thoughts, You noticed Impossibly pink lips pout at you.
“Aww, don’t be upset detka. No one would have been able to resist my magic, and from what I saw in your mind, you certainly wouldn’t have been able to resist me.” You were going to nod your head no and deny what she said, but Wanda was already reading your thoughts and stopped you. “Yes, you know its true, you may want to be in denial, but I know you more than you know about yourself. And that’s ok, that’s why I’m here. You let me in, all the way, and I’m not going to take that for granted. You saw something in me, just as I saw in you. We’re meant for each other.”
Wanda had so much love and resolve in her eyes while she said this, making you want to believe her and not argue. There was so much passion in the way she was looking at you, it was bordering on unhinged and possessive. You also noticed she looked a little sad, her crown and armor was removed, and in its place was a soft blue sweater and grey leggings, along with red curls softly falling down her head. You wondered what had happened to make her look so sad, and why she was here and not with her kids, which you assumed she had found, considering how powerful and determined she was to get them.
“I found them.” She whispered. And you seriously needed to get used to her reading your mind. She continued, “But I became something they were afraid of, I had them, right there in front of me. And instead of getting to hold them and tell them how much I loved them, and them love me back, they screamed in fear and ran away from me. As if I was going to hurt my boys. I would never hurt them, but I hurt others, and I wish I could bring myself to regret the pain that I caused, to feel guilt over the lives I took, but I don’t. I was doing it for a good reason, for my happiness and to love and have my boys back. My boys don’t deserve that though, to have so much pain be the cause of me having them back, to have that suffering behind their names. They deserve happy, simple, and peaceful lives, so I left, even though it kills me, I wont go after them again.”
She had tears quietly running down her cheeks while saying this, immense pain was shown on her face, and the depths that you saw in her eyes had you taking her in your arms without a second thought. You were stunned when you did this, stunned from her confession, shocked that so much had happened and you had just woken up. But mostly you couldn’t deny the strong feelings that overtook you for this women. She was in pain, grieving for the loss of her family, struggling to cope with the never ending events of trauma that has been continuously happening in her life. And like Wanda, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the others, about the pain she caused, or feel guilty for letting her attack Kamar Taj and taking you with her. Wanda was the most beautiful person you had ever seen, with all the love in the multiverse to give. And you weren’t going to let that go to waste, or let her suffer alone anymore. The way she was curled into you, seeming so much smaller than you remembered, her face pressed into the crook of your neck, hands holding tightly to your waist, and what felt like shaky breaths coming out of her, only solidified that. Wanda pulled away then, still with her arms around you, she looked at you, her tears had stopped and now she had a surprised expression on her face.
“Do you really feel that way?” She asked cautiously. You nodded yes. At this point, you were fine with her reading your mind now, especially if your thoughts brought about the look of amazement and wonder in her eyes. Her hands were holding your waist now, and she rubbed her thumbs back and forth on your hips without her realizing. “I knew you were perfect for me. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be my sweet girl. And when I read your mind, it only confirmed that I was right. My sweet, pretty, baby girl, I am so glad I found you.” Her hands took a hold of yours, and brought them to her lips, she placed gentle kisses against your knuckles and looked at you with so much joy, you shivered. You were a little surprised with her words, but even more so, happy. You shouldn’t feel so content with how she basically took you, or how in most relationships, this behavior was very concerning, but like your guilt, that concern couldn’t be found, only, reciprocation.
“I’m glad too.” You spoke softly. And that only seemed to heighten her joy. She was practically beaming like the sun at you, and while you had thought she was the most stunning women in the world, when she scrunched her nose a little, letting out a giggle, she was now the most adorable.
“I’ll give you anything your heart desires; all I want is for you to stay with me forever. I’ll do anything for you, anything. Just be mine.” The look in her eyes swiftly changed to unhinged desperation, which was odd, cause you were pretty sure you had just confirmed your feelings to her, and after that little speech, you were in no way going to deny her, you were also pretty sure you couldn’t even if you wanted to. But her eyes said another story, and you guess you couldn’t blame her considering how much she had lost. So you placed your hand on her cheek, and brought your lips together. The sigh she let out when your lips touched, was all worth the bold move, and you knew you had alleviated her doubts.
“You’re all I have.” She said as she gently pushed you down onto the bed. She then mounted your waist and leaned down to kiss you more forcefully, her tongue skillfully slid in and took home in your mouth. Once she was satisfied she had explored every inch of your mouth, she moved her lips down to your throat, hands heavily moving up your body slowly. “And you’re all I need.” She growled, and sank her teeth into your neck. And fuck. If that wasn’t one of hottest things to happen to you. You let out a moan, and moved your head to the side to give her more access. Your hands moved to hold her arms, squeezing them, because damn, she was toned. God you just wanted her to devour you right there, however she wanted. Soft hands took a hold of yours, connecting your hands together and moving them above your head, holding you there.
“Is that what you want babygirl? You want Mommy to take over and devour you? To have you any way I want?” She said with a red tint in her eyes. You nodded your head again, and a hand swiftly grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, scarlet wisps held your hands above you as her other hand closed around your throat. She growled again, “Has my pretty girl already forgotten her manners? What did I tell you to do last time, when I ask you a question?” You whimpered from how tight she was holding you in place, she was looking at you with blown pupils, an expectant look on her face, and you didn’t want to disappoint her, so you tried your best to remember what she told you. A brief recollection of her claiming you and making you speak to her flashed in your mind. Her telling you that good girls get a treat when they answer her.
“Y-yes I want you to take me. Please Mommy you make me feel so good, I just want to be yours.” Wanda groans at your words, head dropping down a little as she moves her hips against you.
“Such a good girl.” You hear her mutter, almost to herself. Her hands move to the hem of your shirt, which you’re now realizing is probably one of her’s that she changed you into, and slowly starts to pull it up. Kisses are placed against your stomach as she goes, her eyes locked on your face as she slides her tongue up your stomach and stops at your chest. She takes the shirt off you, and you realize that you had nothing else on under that. You blush, trying to move your hands to cover yourself, but her magic holds you still.
“Oh? Is my little one shy? You don’t need to be, Mommy loves everything about you. You’re a beautiful work of art, and no one should get to even look at you except for me.” She attaches her lips to one of your breasts after her assurances. All you can do is whimper and delight in how good she makes you feel, her tongue licking a long stripe across your breast before taking your nipple into her mouth. She’s so hot, her mouth, her words, her voice, her body that lays fully on you. You arch your back into her and she hums, the vibrations going into your chest, making you feel oddly safe and content, but it also sends a pulse of heat straight to your core. You’re obviously soaking at this point, and it’s beginning to get uncomfortable with how much your aching.
Wanda, sensing this, starts to move her mouth back down your body, swirling her tongue at every dip and curve, leaving a trail of spit behind. Your chest is moving rapidly the closer she gets to your core, and she watches with greedy eyes how you react to her. She’s finally right above your dripping pussy, and you cant your hips up, needing to feel her on you. But she pulls back, and moves her hands to hold your hips down, smirking knowingly at your desperation.
“There’s my needy girl.” She says proudly. And you groan at her, either at her words, or as a confirmation, that yes, you are indeed needy, and you need her now. She then proceeds to put you into shock, when her mouth suddenly envelopes your entire pussy. White, hot, pleasure bursts through you, her mouth covering your clit and her tongue sticking out to cover your hole. She groans at finally tasting you, eyes snapping open in hunger, almost in shock herself with how much she loves your flavor. You watch as the green in her eyes nearly disappears as her pupils grow into black holes, she’s not even really looking at you, too lost in her hunger to focus on anything else, but lapping up more of your arousal. You almost cum just from the sight alone of how starved she looks, desperate to take in more of you. She has her hands wrapped around your thighs in a vice like grip, afraid you’ll move out of her reach, which will not likely fucking happen.
Wanda starts to then move her head slightly from side to side, hardening her tongue a little to create better friction against you, she does this quickly, damn near making you lose your mind, because what the hell, she’s aggressively and unashamedly slurping your essence up. And you would’ve blushed if you could at the wet sloshing noises she was making, but at the moment, you were uncontrollably moaning- no screaming at how good she was eating you out. You were reaching your release way too soon, but you couldn’t properly get your brain to work to warn her.
You didn’t need to worry though, Wanda watched as you threw your head against the pillows, back coming off the bed as you squeezed your eyes shut, she watched with scarlet eyes, as you grew closer to coming for her. When you were finally at your breaking point, Wanda spoke to you inside your head, too greedy for your taste to take her mouth off you for even a second.
“Cum now my little slut, you’re doing so well, give me more of you. You taste so good, cum right in my mouth, that’s it, give mommy all your cum.” With Wanda giving you permission, and the words she spoke only heightening your pleasure, you finally hit your peak. Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out as all your energy went into bracing yourself against the orgasmic waves of pleasure that hit you. Wanda sucked hard against your clit, and then hummed, low and loud against you, satisfied in your release filling her mouth as she drank all of you. She continued to lap you up, as you came down from literally heaven. You noticed her magic releasing you, and you brought your hands to her head, you lightly pushed her away from your over sensitive core, and she reluctantly pulled away, not without giving your clit a quick kiss goodbye though. You both looked at each other, taking the other in, you- with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and chest still heaving a little from the air you lost earlier. And Wanda, with her smug grin, with your arousal covering her entire bottom of her face as she wore it proudly. She licked her lips and moved up to your mouth, and kissed you. You moaned at the taste of you both combined, and she smiled against your lips, biting your bottom lip as she pulled away again.
“You were amazing and so delicious to taste my love. I hope your ready for more, because I have plans for my sweet little pussy.” She waved her hand, and you watched her eyes flash red, then she moved her fingers hypnotically, you watched the long digits move, really loving the way they looked. Then she looked down, and held a proud smirk on her face. Curious as to what she was so happy about, you looked down as well, and boy did you see how happy she was, or in this case the new member suddenly appearing at her waist was happy. Oh and she was finally naked. You’re eyes widened, you didn’t know where to start, her body was magnificent, soft and toned and smooth, her breasts rested right in front of your face, begging to be worshipped, and you also wanted to worship her other body part, well, all of her body parts to be honest.
“Do you like it? It’s a spell I learned from reading the Darkhold, its not a real cock, but I can feel it, and more importantly so can you. Mommy is going to fill you up, nice and full, and your going to take all of me. I’ve been wanting to use this on you ever since I read about it, and now you’re finally mine to completely have and use however I want.” You swallowed hard, it was a bright red color, matching her magic almost, which was fitting, and it was bigger than anything you’d ever taken. You looked back up at her, slight panic in your eyes, and she softened the look she was giving you. She moved her hand to your face and lightly caressed your cheek. “Don’t worry my sweet girl, mommy knows what she’s doing, trust me, I’ll make you feel so good, all you need to do is lay there and be my good girl. You want that right? To be my good girl and trust me?” The soft and devoted look in her eyes removed all hesitation from your mind and you nodded. “Such a good girl for me. God I love how desperate you are to please me.”
And with that she moved her hips to rest against yours, she moved her hand down to position the tip of the fake cock against your entrance and you felt her part your folds. She rubbed the tip against your pussy and you both moaned at the feeling, her cock was surprisingly warm, almost vibrating with her magic, and you were once again dripping for her. With one hand still holding her cock against you, she leaned down over you, placing her other hand beside your head to hold herself up.
“Look at me.”She whispered, bringing her face right above yours, striking emerald eyes held all your attention. Her eyes remained focused on your face as she moved her hips into yours slowly. You felt her spread you apart, and she was sinking into you inch by inch, slowly, watching as you winced and gasped from her stretching you so thoroughly. While it was a little painful at first, you kept your eyes locked with hers, she was splitting you apart and yet you felt completely safe and warm in the way she looked at you, taking you in like an addict would a drug. And you weren’t the only one reacting, she bit her lip as she pulled out, groaning when she moved back inside you, you could tell she was holding so much back, but that just made her all the more sexy to you. She was still caring for your needs and how you felt and it made you all the more turned on. Finally, adjusting to her length and wanting to make her feel good, you moved your legs and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her into you all the way and locking your legs. She gasped at this, fully inside you know, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her hand gripped your waist with a bruising force to keep you were you were. You moaned at how full you felt, and how beautiful she looked in a blissful state. Interesting enough, as you both remained unmoving, you felt her pulsing inside you, and you knew it was her magic becoming excited. Your mind completely stopped working after that, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You whined, high pitched and needy, pulling her closer, her eyes snapped open, and she looked down at you.
“Fuck me.” You said while panting. “Fuck me mommy, I want you to destroy me, completely ruin this pussy for no one else. I want you so bad, just fill me up until I can’t take anymore, please mommy.” It was like a switched flipped, soft eyes turned feral and dark, her body tensed and she quickly moved her hands to grip your waist. She pulled her hips back and began to roughly pound into you, your body moved against the sheets with such force that the bed hit the wall. Your legs lost their hold around her waist from her movements and fell to the sides, so she grabbed your legs and pushed them into your chest. You moaned as you felt her go even deeper, and she grunted from how hard she was pounding into you.
“Fuck baby, is this what you want? Mommy pounding this pussy, ruining you for anyone else? You can never be anyone else’s, your mine, you belong to me and me alone. Gonna fill this pretty little pussy until your full of me. Would you like that? Mommy filling you up to the brim with her cum, maybe I’ll do just that, get you pregnant and breed you like the little bitch you are. Then you won’t ever leave me, even if you wanted to. I fill you up over and over again till this house is full of our children, and then some.” Wanda spoke with such a deep voice, nearly growling out her words. You were delirious, you weren’t sure if she was serious about getting you pregnant, but you were so consumed with pleasure, by her words, and possessiveness, that you didn’t really care. She was moving inside you at an alarming speed, and then she grabbed you by the throat, using her hold on you as leverage to move harder into you, cutting off a bit of your breathing, and that felt even better.
Your hands were on her back, pushing her closer to you, scratching red lines down her back that had you proud for finally marking her. She moaned at the pain and thoughts you had of claiming her, and moved her face into the crook of your neck, sucking on it harshly to leave her own mark on you. You both were getting closer, she could feel you squeezing her cock tightly, gripping around her like a wet glove, all you could hear was your slapping bodies, and sloshing noises you both made. She pressed herself fully against you, needing to feel more of you, your breasts connecting to rub against each other, her arms wrapped around you, holding you closer to her. You noticed her hips moving erratically, getting sloppier with her rhythm against you, she was getting close to her release as well.
What you didn’t notice though, was the wisps of scarlet leaving Wanda, coming from her chest and heading towards yours, right to your heart. As you both moved against each other, feeling absolutely euphoric and in love, you both reached your release. Wanda came inside you, hot spurts of cum filling you completely, moaning your name and whispering praises into your ear. You came with her, your pussy clenched hard around her, increasing both your pleasure as she pulsed inside you, she felt even warmer inside you. And as you both held one another, her magic worked its way around your heart, wrapping it in a protective hold, just like how she was holding you now, and solidifying her claim over you, leaving behind a red tattoo in the symbol of her crown over your heart.
You both eventually calmed down, Wanda’s magic disappeared and you whimpered from the sudden emptiness. Wanda shushed you, moving her head back a little to kiss your lips softly. She then waved her hand and used her magic to clean you both up. She moved you both so that she was now under you and you laid your head against her chest, she once again wrapped her arms around you, and pulled you closer, practically purring with you being content and safe within her arms. You noticed something different though, about yourself. You felt a warmth on your chest, and their was a new feeling inside you, in your heart. You looked down and gasped at the red crown over your heart.
“Wanda what is this?” Oddly enough, you weren’t asking out of concern, it was more out of curiosity. Wanda looked down at you and to where you were pointing and hummed, her lips tilted up into an appreciative and proud smile.
“Oh, that? It’s nothing to worry about. Think of it as a sign of my love. And know that because of this, I can always protect you. Now go to sleep my lovely girl, you did a lot today and mommy is so proud for how well you behaved. I love you so much, Mommy will be right here when you wake up.” You listened to her words, knowing she would never hurt you, and would always keep you safe. Wanda felt like home as you pressed further into her chest, and you were perfectly happy with being hers forever.
Wanda watched you fall to sleep, smiling at how adorable and sweet you were. She moved her hand down to the glowing crown over your heart and traced it lightly with her finger, her smile turned unhinged as she watched it pulse along with your heart. What Wanda didn’t tell you, was that you were now connected to her, a spell in the Darkhold allowing her to bind your hearts together, and forever keep you as hers. She would be able to know where you were at all times, sense if you were ever in danger, and most importantly it would keep you immortal, allowing her to love and be with you till the end of time. Of course there were a few other things that the tattoo did; like make your love for her remain permanent, and you would be more susceptible to her commands, and, Wanda’s favorite part, she would always be on your mind, you would never not think about her, even if you tried. Just like how she always thought of you. Besides, what else would you need to think about other than just being her good girl. But you didn’t really need to know any of that. She pressed her nose into your hair, relaxing further into you at your smell, and whispered, “ You’re mine, all mine.”
Part 3
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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ CL16 ꒱ TEAM COLOURS ─ CHARLES LECLERC
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CHARLES LECLERC x f!actress!reader
⌗︙・ summary — with one simple instagram story, you blew up the internet. now everyone is eager to know if the rumours are true: is Charles Leclerc really seeing Hollywood's hottest it girl?
genre — social media au, fc irene from red velvet
notes — charles didn't get pole but he did get podium!!!! so here's a gift for all us tifosi's 🥂 also - i'm of east asian ethnicity myself hence why the past 2 smau's have had EA face claims asdfhg but regardless im totally open to doing smau requests for other ethnicities!!! my inbox is open after all haha. anyways i hope u enjoy this one! apologies in advance for the google translated french LOL
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yourusername   screw cowgirls, i’m a car girl 🏎 🏁
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scuderiaferrari   We think you look good in red ❤️
charles_leclerc   I agree yourusername   why thank you charles charles_leclerc  Of course, ma chérie y/nfanpage1   YOOOO WHAT THE-
danielricciardo   Great fun karting with ya on Thurs. You’re not bad – for a rookie 😉
yourusername   oh hush you dannyricdannieric   iconic new wag alert?????
landonorris   as the kids say, slay ✨
yourusername   i see i’ve taught you well 😌 landonorris   Haha, learnt from the best! y/nl/nsleftpinkie   GIRLYS PULLING THE WHOLE GRIDDDDDD purpleporschegirl   FR like i’ve never seen them this active 💀💀💀
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f1wagupdates   HOT OFF THE PRESS FROM f1anons ON TWITTER 🖤 After a tumultuous start to the season and a breakup from long-term partner Charlotte Sine six months ago, it seems that Charles Leclerc has found love again! The Ferrari driver was seen roaming Melbourne in the days leading up to the Australian GP, and fans have spotted him cozying up to an unknown woman. Neither Leclerc nor Scuderia Ferrari have commented on the situation.
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jamiesgridthots   literally where in the og tweet did it say it was abt charles….
keepittoyaself   Anon straight up said “Sine-ing” off. Who else could it be about? maybeimafool   okay, so here’s the real question: who’s the girl?????? ssumertimedadness   IDK, but she is sooooo lucky 😭
sculderiabullrari   So, we all agree that it’s Y/N L/N, right?
sainzpookiebookie   hate to be that person, but i don’t think they’ve even met each other irl... thegrreat63   ???? charles literally commented on her post about attending the AusGP ??? sennathesenate   Exactly. Why else would Ferrari give her a VIP paddock pass? Just because of one viral Tweet? tifosi55   yall r delusional LOL he literaly just broke up with charlotte theyre NOT DATING!
kimiiiboxbox   i know we’ve only seen them interact like once in a comments section, but i want charles and y/n to be real SO BAD
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f1wagupdates   SUBMITTED BY ANON 🖤 Amidst the rumours swirling about Oscar-nominated actress Y/N L/N being the next to join the wag crew, fans have spotted Charles Leclerc and an unknown woman spending a fun day at the beach in Monaco… 🏖☀️
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maxverstoppening   uh hello????? y/n l/n posting a story about going to monaco ….. charles posting about “coming home” 30 mins later ………. somethings afoot
tsutsumnodas   you’re not seriously suggesting,,,, that theyre,,, maxverstoppening   many thoughts being thunk !
gaslyyup   hollywood it girlie together with racing it boy? man, Monaco gp boutta be crazy fr
atoceanblvd   gonna take a bath with my toaster 🥰🥰
mlniemrtinez   the highway looks so comfy rn omg 😍 d3ftonesgirll   They better be real or I will actually hunt both of them down.
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scuderiaferrari   caught yourusername hard at work 💪💪💪
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yourusername   doing my best for the best team 🫡
yourusername   hey charles_leclerc and carlossainz55 am i doing a good job?
carlossainz55   Absolutely 👍 ! charles_leclerc   Dunno about best, but you sure are the prettiest ;) yourusername   …..i don’t know if i should be offended or grateful charles_leclerc   ❤️😂 paddockfemcel   they know EXACTLY what theyre doing 😭😭
user1   y/n and charles in the comments playing with our feelings BOI IF YOU DONT TELL US THAT YOURE TOGETHER RN-
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charles_leclerc   Hard at work in Monaco. What a great race week. Finished P2. It’s good to be back.
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carlossainz55   You do too much, cabrón 😂
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scuderiaferrari   And onwards we go! To P1 and beyond 🚀
yourusername   looking good, leclerc ;)
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y/nl/nfanpage1   WHAT IS Y/N DOING HERE???
user2   no like….. seriously.... girl stand UP….. user3   I don’t get what she sees in him. He drives around in circles for a living 🙄 user4   Jeez why are yall so pressed 😭😭 they’re literally just friends… user5   !!!! that’s what im sayin!!!!! everybody’s so upset but they haven’t even confirmed if they’re dating or not LOLOLOL
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yourusername   quick pit stop to smell the flowers… 🌷☁️👒
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landonorris   A true rose
yourusername   gosh you’re so cheesy landonorris   I was talking about me not you charles_leclerc   Hey, both of you play nice landonorris   stay out of it Leclerc
ana_d_armas   Stunning, Y/N!
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charles_leclerc   💐🖊
yourusername   💌💌 clarleslaclarc   excuse me – what???? raikkkkonon   oh so they have inside jokes now… racketpiquet   Bro chill, it’s just a flower emoji, yall r doing too much 🤣🤣
babygotback   They are so UNSERIOUSSS first Y/N with flowers on Charles’s story now this??? 😭
jantalksalot   AND THAT LAST SLIDE. WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT!!!! mickymousemacher   atp i bet they’re just messing with us for the fun of it
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f1wagupdates   It seems Charles Leclerc isn’t afraid of packing on the PDA – Here he is with an unknown woman at a local bazaar in Monaco! According to sources, the Ferrari driver is reportedly “very serious” about their relationship, and a source tells us that the two are “very happy” and “very much in love”.
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nyccelebgoss   Formula 1’s hottest commodity, Charles Lecclerc, spotted Monday night outside an exclusive Soho bar. Doesn’t help that a certain Y/N L/N is also in the city… Could Leclerc’s elusive beau be the award winning actress? All we know is: Leclerc may be kissing – but he certainly isn’t telling 💋 Follow us for more NYC celebrity gossip 🤫
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tsunogaslys   okay, as much as i wanna know whats going on, don’t they deserve a little privacy??
y/nluvrrrr   Was just thinking that. I hope they’re ok with all this media attention.
charlosscuderia   What the hell is charles doing in NYC?
mymuppetlando   Y/N made a story about being in NY. You can put 2 and 2 together lol. gridgirlfriend224   oh so he’s WHIPPED whipped 😭
warytonsennea   OK, now they HAVE to make some kind of statement.
y/nfanupdates   Yeah, there’s literally no way around this one LOL it’s def Y/N
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charles_leclerc   Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag. So here I go: Mon amour, the past one year I have spent with you has simply been the best year I’ve ever had. Ma Cherie. You bring light to my life and a smile to my face each time I see you – Up on the silver screen, in the paddock cheering for me, or when I wake up next to you. Your love means more to me than you could ever know. Tu es ma vie et ma lumière. Merci d'être mienne. (You are my life and my light. Thank you for being mine.) I love you forever. ❤️
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yourusername   i love you so much mon amour. here’s to one year and counting ❤️
charles_leclerc   ❤️❤️❤️
danielricciardo   FUCKING FINALLY!!!! congrats you two 🙌
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landodelrey   ONE YEAR????? THEY’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS SECRET FOR ONE YEAR???
Liked by yourusername Liked by charles_leclerc tifosibabette16   i just KNOW that parasocial alex is smiling to himself somewhere 🤭
landonorris   S’about time. Oh, and you’re too good for him, Y/N ;) McLaren is waitingggggg
yourusername   sorry lando, but it's just like seb said: everyone is a ferrari fan (including me) charles_leclerc   😘 That’s my girl.
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million dollar man;
pairing- sirius black x camgirl!reader warning(s)- drinking, 18+ content, slightly dark themes. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- shit's porn with no plot fr.
ps- 🎵i don't have to pretend i like acid rock🎵
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and I don't know how you get over, get over someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you
the plastic dildo stretches your pussy open, your hand fondling your breast as you continue you ram the dildo into yourself. you bite your lip, moans leaving your mouth as your device starts tuning endlessly, your viewers sending you money for the show you put on for them.
'fuck fuck, am so close,' you whimper, your walls clamping down around the dildo. your fingers entangle with silk sheets under you and you arch your back, cumming around the dildo.
'shit,' you scream, your orgasm taking you from within, consuming the shit out of you. you fondle with your clit trying to calm yourself, breathing heavy,
'yeah, thank you guys for the money and shit, i've gotta leave.' you suck your fingers audibly before turning off the stream.
'god,' you mutter to yourself, falling back on your bed, scrolling through your phone, going through your reminders. the metal of your ring sat cold on the hot skin of your forehead, sending shivers down your spine.
your phone rings. it's lily, and with some hesitation, you pick the phone up.
'hey,'
'hello,'
'why do you sound so breathless? are you okay?'
shit.
'yeah i'm okay. just burned a few eggs,'
stupid.
the sound of her slapping her hand against her forehead is audible through the line and you chuckle,
'seriously, woman you need to hire a chef or something to make you some simple eggs,'
'eh, i was just you know distracted,'
'hmm....so you remember the plan right?'
silence.
'plan?' you mutter.
'oh yeah you totally forgot. anyways i'm introducing you to my boyfriend and his friends at the local pub today...but you already know them,'
'yeah i know them, but i also know you,'
'yep... so nine thirty?'
'i'll see you there,' you confirm before she cuts off the line.
you had half an hour to get ready.
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while the place is not unfamiliar to you, and neither are the people around you, you feel out of place within the bounds of sitting in the group of people. everyone seemed to really know each other, and you felt like the black sheep of them group. and that was true, somewhat.
you only really knew lily properly, as you grew up as the shy and quiet kid in school. while james and his group were known throughout the school, you obviously had heard of them, but somewhere along the lines, you never engaged in much conversations with them. except for perhaps peter and remus, who seemed to be fairly quieter than the other two but not to be mistaken as the 'innocent fellas'. remus and peter seemed to be the masterminds of all the shenanigans the group caused within the walls of the school, but rarely engaging in the plans they curated themselves.
'so what do you do for the money?'
the question directed at you pulls you out of the stance and you stare blankly for a few moments before answering,
'nothing much right now, just working at a toyshop, what about you?'
you're not sure who had asked the question, but just to make it seem like you had been paying attention, you had asked back the question. but when the gray eyed, raven haired man had answered your voiced question, you felt a spark of heat lightening you up,
'i work at as a tattoo artist, but trying for a modelling career to be honest,' sirius answers, his voice similar to how you remembered it, yet so different. he pops an olive in his mouth, swirling his teeth over his front row of teeth. you feel his eyes gleam and scan you. you're not sure whether he's judging you or checking you out with the smirk on his pretty lips.
but there's something about his unbroken gaze that speaks to you, that makes you think that he knows something you don't. there's something about it that makes you feel hot from within, and a like a solemn chant, it echoes into your head. your lips curve around the glass of alcohol, the liquid unnervingly warm down your throat. you let the ice cube sit atop your tongue, the coldness numbing down the nerves of your senses.
'lily,'
'hmm?'
'i'm excusing myself.'
'yeah, yeah sure,'
******
'always wanted to feel this pretty pussy gripping my cock tight,' he groans into your ear, pushing your face into the dirty mirror of the washroom. how he got into the ladies washroom without offending anyone wasn't your lookout.
not when he was filling you up so much better than your stupid plastic dildo ever could.
you moan out in severe pleasure, feeling the coil of orgasm hit you again, build up in your nerves. his finger runs complicated figure eights on your sensitive clit and you throw your ass back, trying to get more of him inside your gushing hole.
'more, more, please sirius,' you beg. in a swift move, he's got you turned around, plunging himself into you even deeper, wrapping your legs around his hips. he smacks your ass, pushing three of his wet fingers into your mouth. he feels his the mixture of his warm cum and your saliva in your mouth. he brings your mouth down to his, and forming a pellet of spit on his tongue, he drops it into your mouth, and your groan.
'swallow it you filthy little thing,'
you obey, swallowing away the wrecked mixture of cum and spit. he splits you open, devouring the insides of your hole. his pubic hair teases with your stimulated clit. his cock hits your g-spot so perfectly, it makes you tear up, your mascara rolling down your heated cheeks.
he bites the skin of your neck, leaving spots, marking you all over. you feel trepid, the way he makes you see stars with every push of his cock inside you, filling you up with his treacherous, dirty words.
'f-fuck,' you scream, as you clench your walls around his cock, squirting open his torso. your eyes roll back, toes twisted against the sole of your slippers. you slack your mouth open, with the pleasure that his touch drives you into, and you're high, cock-drunk with the way he's filling you up, using you.
'thought i wouldn't recognize you?' he shudders, thrusting upto you, grabbing your bare nipple between his teeth.
'exposing all of this pretty cunt to the world, getting money with your pretty moans and words. how does it feel to let a real cock fill you up? hmm?' he asks, mockingly.
'so, so good,' you cry the walls of your overstimulated pussy. you cry it in a benevolent lust as he fucks you stupid, chasing his high.
'come on, come on, look at me,' he growls, grabbing your chin to make you look into his lust drowned eyes. you feel him empty himself into you, filling to till your guts, the warmth of his seed feeling you up. he circles around your sensitive clit, groaning and moaning into your ear, feeling the warm walls of your cunt flutter around him.
'now this pretty pussy is mine. j-just fucking mine.'
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