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"casual"

part one

summary: "casual" situationship with ellie but you want more (inspired by casual by chappel roan ;p)

warnings: light nsfw, no angst (yet;)), ellie is kind of a player (typical masc behaviour /hj)

word count: 1.9k

a/n: i tried writing this for so long but i've been struggling so pls be kind and bare with me. i'm planning either two or three parts for this mini series. this first part is kind of just setting up the beginning of how it all spirals, so it's a lot shorter than i anticipated. the smut is subpar and for that i apologize.

requests are always open and welcomed so don't be shy!!

you didn't know the storm that would come of ellie williams.

there you stood, begrudgingly, leaned against the counter of this fuck ass bar that your friend dragged you to. you continuously sipped on your drink in attempt to drown out the noise of the shitty band playing and your friend's swooning.

"aren't they so good?"

"uh-huh."

"he is so cute..."

"mm..."

lame song followed by another hard listen, you couldn't help but pray to every god in the sky to please just stop this fucking music. to no avail, the band kept playing and your friend giggled and squealed beside you for another fifteen minutes until they finally announced their final song.

with a quiet breath of relief, you gulped down the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the counter for a bartender to take away.

"how'd you meet this drummer again?" you questioned your friend.

"we went to college together! can you believe they've been playing together since high school?" she exclaimed proudly.

and they still suck this fucking much?

"no... i cannot." you murmur.

the final note of the music rang through the speakers and the group set their instruments down, shuffling off the small stage.

"i'm going to get another drink." you call to your friend, likely lost in the chatter of the crowd as she saunters off to her new boy toy.

waiting for a bartender to take notice of your patronage, you glance over to your friend, happily chatting with the company of the band.

"what can i get you?"

you turn your attention back to the bartender, and suddenly every thought in your mind replaced by those green eyes. those damn fucking eyes.

you blink before quickly regaining your composure. "can i get-"

glancing over your shoulder at your friend one last time, maybe a drink just wasn't enough.

"can i get... 3 tequila shots?"

a smirk on her lips before she turns her back to you. the bartender turns back around, three shot glasses neatly lined up in front of you. bottle squeezed between her index and middle finger, a thin stream of liquor filled the glasses.

forfeiting your card, she plucks it from your fingers. in the time it takes her to run your card, all four and a half ounces of liquor have already slid down your throat, warming your chest. she turns back around, her gaze dropping to the once again empty glasses in front of her. a quiet chuckle graces her lips.

"you didn't like the show?"

you hesitate. "it's... not really my kind of music."

she smirks, offering you your card back. "yeah, you don't look like you'd be into shitty bands."

another soft chuckle from you. you reach out to take your card back, taking note of the tattoo that wrapped her forearm.

"i like your tattoo..." you murmur, taking your card back.

another smirk. "thanks."

a small tug on your arm snaps your attention from the one good thing that came of the night. "there you are..." a warm smile from your friend.

you return the gesture. "i told you i was getting another drink."

a small pout on her lips. "oh. well come say hi!" she tugs on your arm again, pulling you away from the bar and to the company of the band you had no interest of spending the next two hours with.

you count the seconds passing between forced laughs. time couldn't move any slower, and the conversation was almost as awful as the music they played. another half an hour passed and you felt yourself reaching your limit.

"hey, i'm going to step outside for a sec." you inform your friend before making your way out into the chill night.

a quiet breath of relief escapes your mouth as you lean against the wall. taking out a cigarette, you wrap your lips around the tip, flicking your lighter against the end. furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, you huff.

"come on..." you mumble, watching as the lighter sparks and sparks, taunting you.

you feel a soft nudge against your arm. glancing over, you see the bartender from earlier, cigarette in mouth and lighter in hand.

slowly, you lower your hand as she flicks the lighter on, the small flame lighting the end of your cigarette. you take a deep inhale before turning your head and releasing the smoke from your lungs.

"thanks." you offer her a small smile which she returns.

"you looked like you needed it."

you let out a small laugh before releasing a small sigh. "you have no idea."

she chuckles and takes her own puff. you two stand together in silence for a few moments. maybe it was the buzz of the nicotine inspiring you to be friendly, or maybe the tequila was finally starting to run its course, but a surge of bravery flew through your veins right to your mouth.

"what kind of music do i look like i listen to?"

"hm?" she raises her eyebrows in surprise.

fuck.

you chuckle nervously. "earlier, when you said that i didn't look like i'd be into shitty music. what music do i look like i'd be into?"

she smirks, green eyes scanning you up and down from your ribbon clad hair all the way down to your platform mary janes. "...heavy metal?"

you laugh, tilting your head back. "oh, fuck off."

she snickers and shrugs. "i dunno, appearances can be deceiving."

"that's really your best guess?"

"hey, i gave it my best shot."

"yeah, right." you giggle before taking another drag.

"what about me?"

you glance over at her, smiling lightly. "you definitely seem like... a country girl."

she snorts. "oh, wow."

"lifted pickup and all."

she laughs, crinkles at the corners of her eyes. "you callin' me a hick?"

"maybe." you smile and shrug. "appearances can be deceiving."

she laughs softly, shaking her head. "oh, man." she takes another drag of her cigarette, chuckling softly as she exhales. "you're funny..."

and then the tequila took over from there.

"you think that's good? you should hear my number..."

another laugh from her and you felt your chest swell. "lucky you're cute because that line was awful." and then you were putting your number in her phone.

"couldn't have been that bad if it worked."

"touché."

flicking the cigarette to the ground, you smothered the butt against the sole of your shoe. "don't leave me waiting too long for a text."

"no promises."

the rest of your night after that was a blur. you woke up the next day graced by a raging headache to accompany your hangover. but that wasn't all the night left you with.

<<unknown>>

did i leave you waiting too long?

maybe there is a god out there.

i think you have the wrong number

<<hot bartender>>

oh i'm sorry

i thought you liked my jokes :(

<<hot bartender>>

fuck you. i thought you gave me a fake number

i couldn't help myself

<<hot bartender>>

low hanging fruit

how can i make it up to you?

<<hot bartender>>

head?

<<hot bartender>>

sorry my cat ran across my keyboard

that is one freaky cat

<<hot bartender>>

haha

<<hot bartender>>

wyd?

i've got a hot date with this hangover

<<hot bartender>>

come over

<<hot bartender>>

i've got the perfect cure

you blinked and suddenly you were in her apartment, on her couch, her head buried in your thighs.

insatiable hunger, her tongue licking and slurping as much of your essence as she can find. and there was plenty.

an array on moans left your lips as you tangled your fingers in her hair. you could practically feel her smirk against your cunt as her tongue swirled your puffy clit. a soft whimper in response.

"mm..." she moans into your heat, her hungry lips gently kissing your clit. "you're the damn best metalhead i've ever tasted..."

you can't help but giggle. "shut up..."

she grins wickedly, her lips wrapping around your pretty nub, sucking needlessly to draw another loud moan from you. her nimble fingers slip into you, granting a loud gasp from you.

"yeah... that's it." a sloppy kiss to your clit as her fingers curl up into your velvety core.

you throw your head back on to the arm rest, her mouth stimulating your bundle of nerves and fingers scratching that itch buried inside.

"fuck, ells..." you moan softly, feeling the pit grow in your stomach.

ellie chuckles, her fingers pumping harder. "i told you..." she murmurs, her mouth worshipping your clit once again. "i'm the perfect hangover cure."

your moans only increase in intensity as her mouth resumes its course, accompanying the rhythm of her fingers thrusting inside you. ellie uses her free hand to gently squeeze the meat of your thighs, lifting your leg to rest against her shoulder as she dives her face further into you.

"'m going to drown in this pussy..." ellie murmurs. "i can't get enough."

her nose brushes up against her clit which erupts in an audible reaction from you. this only causes ellie to work her mouth and fingers not only faster, but harder against you.

following the movements of her work, the once small knot in your stomach grows stronger and stronger. your grip on her hair tightens, moans growing louder by the second. you prayed she didn't have thin walls because you had entirely lost control of your actions in the very present moment.

"c'mon... give me what i want." ellie coos. "i want this pretty pussy to sing for me..."

and then you lost it. shrieking in pleasure, the knot finally snapped. ellie's eyes flashed with delight, quickly pulling her fingers out as she desperately lapped up every drop of your release she could find, wanting to savour every single taste of you.

you pant heavily, staring up at her ceiling. ellie smirks, licking off the last drops of your from her fingers before hovering above your face.

you look up at her, coming down from the skies, your ears ringing from the intensity of your orgasm. ellie leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

"perfect cure..." she murmurs.

you chuckle softly, still panting. "yeah... perfect cure."

crawling off you, ellie gently slides your bunched up panties up your legs, back over your hips. you sit up, collecting your clothes thrown to the ground, slowly pulling the fabrics back over your body.

ellie gently squeezes your thigh. "we should do this more often."

"did i really taste that good?"

"yes."

you laugh, shaking your head. "how about you take me out first and then i'll let you fuck me again."

ellie winces slightly which causes you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"what?" you question.

"no it's just-i'm not really good at the whole 'dating' thing."

"...oh."

"don't get me wrong-i'm definitely into you. i just... don't really like the pressures and bullshit with labelling it and everything."

you pause for a moment.

this is definitely a red flag right? i should run out of here right now while i have the chance.

ellie notices your confliction and places a hand on your knee. her green eyes catch your gaze and she gives you a soft smile.

big mistake.

"i like you. you're fun and nice to talk to and i want to see you again. i just think... maybe we should keep things casual for now. no expectations, no attachment... just feel things out."

you let out a quiet breath before hesitantly nodding. "yeah, okay. casual."

@seraphicsentences (2 years later i finally post again)

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procrastination-queenie · 6 months

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It's just an inchident | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Synopsis: you love dotting on Lando

Lando doesn't appreciate you over-feeding him.

Warning(s): Takes place during the car crash at the Vegas GP. Lando is self-critical. Toothrooting fluff, isn't that what you call it? High Lando, don't ask me, but he gave me high vibes in those photos after the crash (hope he's feeling better tho. 🥹) Hints of reader being a foreigner (dunno if this should be put as a warning!)

Author's note: I don't know anything about health care or medical field, so just excuse my lame ass medical justifications. Also some of the comments mentioned in the Smau and the story line are 100% from real life.

"Oooh, yellow flag at turn 14"

"It's a red flag now."

"Is that an accident or .... oh it's an accident.

"Oooh my God. Is that Mclaren?... It's Norris."

"That's lando Norris. Oh my... what an ..."

You heart was beating so loudly in your chest as you kept monitoring the small screens closely waiting for Lando to get out.

Eyes wide, hands covering your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming as you looked at his engineer. "Is he okay?" His engineer was trying to reach him "Lando are you okay?" There was no answer for a few seconds. The cameras of the F1 monitoring your response to the accident closely. Just when you were about to lose it, take off your headset and run to the crash site, lando's mic started working. "I'm fine" you immediately looked back at the screen, not believing him because it showed; it was obvious in his voice that he was not fine, the way he grunted in pain and how his hand was shaking when using the buttons on the wheel of the car, all of it told you that he was not fine.

You were still frowning deeply when they replayed the moment the car was almost on fire and how he was trying his best, very quickly, to control the steering wheel, but in vain. You felt helpless watching as you tried to imagine the gravity of it and how he must be feeling right now.

"Y/n" you looked away from the screen about to ask them where Lando is, so you can go see him. "Y/n, they're going to take lando to the medical centre." You were about to panic even more when his engineer assured you. "It's just for check up, don't worry. They said he's fine. They just want to make sure," you nodded; however, this didn't calm you one bit. What if they checked and turns out there's actually something to worry about?

You grabbed your jacket and bag and headed to the hospital right away. His coach, Jon, went with you to the hospital. You were anxiously waiting in a room until they rolled lando on a bed into the room,with machines and wires attached to his upper body.

"Hey baby" he dragged the last syllable, which made you look at him funny then turn to the doctor. "Ugh, he's on some medications to get him relaxed,he was shaken up from the whole thing." You looked back at poor Lando to find him nodding in agreement with the doctor. "Okay, then I'll leave you to it, he shouldn't be staying for long anyways. We will keep him for like an hour maximum to make sure there are no side effects after the accident."

"Why does he look ... loopy?" You gently hit Jon's shoulder who chuckled lightly at your cute way of reprimanding him. You shook your head as you sat next to Lando. "Are you okay, baby?" He nodded looking up at you like a baby that needs attention. You chuckled at his behaviour he was definitely acting loopy.

"Does anywhere hurt?" You inquired trying to get him to talk. He nodded. Your face fell for a second, worried that the doctor might have missed something when checking on Lando. "Where?" You scanned the rest of his body quickly before looking back at him for an answer. "Here" he said pointing at his heart. You frowned in a are-you-serious-mannar that got Jon erupting in laughter at Lando's lack of awareness due to the meds. "Shut up!" You said shaking your head as you looked back at lando who was all pouty, yet had this look in eyes that was expecting something from you.

"No, lando. I am being serious." You held his hand while the other played with his hair which got his eyes fluttering a bit. "Is there anything that's hurting you?" You leaned into him whispering. He huffed in annoyance. "YES, yes there is. Your lack of affection is hurting me woman. Just give me a kiss and I'll feel better." You were surprised with his behaviour, what kind of meds did the doctor put him on?

Again you heard Jon try his best to supress a laugh, but you ignored him this time, rolling your eyes. You were really worried, usually when things like that happened during a race, Lando doesn't take it easy on himself and he jumps right away at any opportunity to criticise his performance;however, you were thankful that the meds have eased his nerves a bit for him to actually think about what happened. "Am I going to keep on waiting for too long?" The bratty side was starting to show which made you laugh.

"What are you laughing about?" He asked in amusement totally unaware of the presence of his coach in the room as well. "Nothing,... you're just ... I don't know. You're acting like a baby." You answered between fits of laughter. "Yeah, but I am your baby right?" His tone completely changed from sassy to worried which made you look at him in awe. You couldn't deny him any longer, honestly who would? You leaned into him slowly only to see him close his eyes really fast preparing for your kiss. This made you find difficulty in holding your laughter back, but lando has had enough so he pulled you in for a kiss that literally almost took your breath away. His hand was warm over your cheek. He let go and removed his hand from your cheek and leaned on his back to rest, leaving you speechless. "Wasn't that hard was it?" His sassy side was back.

You blushed while laughing, which in return made lando beam at you in happiness. You rested your head on his shoulder, "I was so worried about you." You said. "I know, but I am fine now" he said planting a kiss on the crown of your forehead. You tried to shake away any thoughts of a more aware lando that you will definitely have to deal with later as you lost yourself to sleep.

True to his words, the doctor returned back with the news of releasing Lando from the hospital. You were helping lando put on some clothes since he hadn't changed out of his race suit, yet. He was pulling his grey hoodie over his head when he winced, "What's wrong?" You asked, concern evident in your voice. "Nothing just remembered I have to comment on the crash." It was evident from his tone that he was starting to sober up from the meds. You dreaded what he was going to go through. "Lan, please take it easy on yourself,hm?" You said patting his cheek before giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek. He nodded with sleep glossing over his eyes, he must be really tired; he also didn't get to rest well because of the jet lag.

"Lando, lando, lando"

There were some reporters waiting outside of the medical centre for lando as you both exited along with Jon and the security team.

"Lando what do you think of today's incident?" One of them asked putting the mic as close to Lando as possible.

"An unfortunate end to our Las Vegas GP weekend," he said. "I just bottomed out on the restart, lost the rear and hit the wall. Not the way we wanted the weekend to end, especially considering the pace looked promising on Oscar’s side."

Jon queued that it was time to leave, so lando gave them a final word before heading off.

"Big thanks go to the medical staff for checking me over, and to the team for the work they’ll now put in on the car. One week to reset and go again for the season finale in Abu Dhabi.”

"Of course, thank you for you time Lando. Hope you feel better, mate." Lando nodded as he got escorted away and into the car with you. He rested his head into your lap the moment he got into the car.Your hand immediately took place between his soft curls. Lando hummed quietly dozing off to sleep since he was super tired.He had to be woken up again when you both arrived at the Hilton. He refused to let you go, even during the lift ride, almost most of his weight was on you as he leaned into you. You reached your room quickly, and helped him into the bathroom. "Lando, baby please wash up first while I get you something to eat yeah," you gently requested of him before you let him go. He wanted to protest, but you were not hearing any of it; not only was he jet lagged but he hadn't had any proper meal today.

It seemed that Lando opted for a quick shower since you heard it running as you changed out of your clothes. He finished by the time the food arrived to your room. You both ate in bed under the covers, the t.v on for background noise, none of you paying attention to it. You tried to talk with him, not wanting to leave him to his harsh and self critical thoughts. "feeling better,baby?" Lando nodded quietly munching on his fries as your fingers coiled his curls in place. You didn't miss the way a small smile made its way on his lips, he loved it when you played with his hair. It just made him weak.

"I am sorry you couldn't be proud of me tonight. You didn't even get to enjoy the race." You frowned at his words that he said after a few seconds of silence. "Lando," you placed your plate aside and turned to him fully so you can face him. "You know that you always make me proud. Always. No matter what the result is." You looked into his eyes to show him how sincere you were. "Lando, even if you weren't an F1 driver, I'd still be proud of you no matter what." You tried to comfort him. He didn't deserve it. What happened wasn't even his fault, and Andrea mentioned this to the media, as well. "All I could think about when that accident happened was your safety." You almost teared up thinking back to how he must have felt in that moment and the panic that showed through his hand and head movement, how he must have been taken aback by it all. "Baby, don't cry now," he said, putting his plate aside as well. "No, Lando, don't. Because it really tears me up inside how you can be so judgemental towards yourself," you said, gently moving his hand away from your face that was trying to wipe away your tears. "Baby, you're amazing, and I am sure that one day you'll be as amazing as all the drivers you have ever looked up to and even more. I just know it. Just please don't do this to yourself. It's always a team effort, not just one person, and I know that you always give it your all, so just please don't be so harsh on yourself because you don't deserve it." Lando nodded as he came closer to give you a hug. "I am sorry, I didn't know I was being such an ass." He said. "You're not being an ass to me. You're being an ass to yourself, and I really hate it when you do that." You sniffed, hugging him back and hiding your face in his neck. Warm breath teasing his neck, which made him giggle a bit, made your heart flutter. "Ah, how did I get so lucky," he said under his breath, but you heard him. "I love you so much." You said, looking up into his pretty eyes. "I love you too, baby." He said before kissing you.

"Now, eat." You said gesturing with your head towards his plate. "Nah, I wanna cuddle instead."

"Lando, eat first and then we can cuddle."

"Ugh, fine. So bossy," he muttered.

"Ugh, so sassy." You copied him as he gave you a side eye.

You both erupted in laughter. "Love you," he said focusing back on his food.

"Love you to the moon and back," you said

"Love you more,"

"No, I love you more,"

"No, I love you even mo-" he was not giving up, but you had to make sure he was well fed. "Lando, finish your food, or I swear to God..."

"Fine, fine woman jeez... why can't you just reciprocate my love," he mumbled again.

"Landooo,"

"I am eating, I am eating, see," he said with a mouth full of fries. You laughed and shook your head. How did you even end up with this dork, you thought.

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Rough day. Big impact. But feeling okay! Thanks for all of the messages ❤️ See you next weekend

Comments:

Mclaren: 🧡🧡🧡

Zedd: Glad you're alright brother!❤️

Charles_leclerc: Feel better mate!

Maxverstappen1: why do you look like you're high?

↬Your Username: that's because he was indeed high 🥴

↬Landonorris: I was not 😳😳😳

↬Your Username: yes, you were. I have proof. Jon has a video of you.

↬FanUserName1: I wanna see it sooo bad.

↬FanUserName2: me too.

↬Danielricciardo: me three. 👀

↬Landonorris: Fuck off, Daniel.

Y/UserName

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He's feeling better and that's all that matters. Always proud of you, love.💋

Comments:

Carlossainz55: yeah, right feel better, love 💋🙄

↬Your Username: Carlos, I swear to God, i will not tolerate the attitude just because you're Latino.👊🏼

↬Carlossainz55: oh no I am so scared. 🙄

↬Your Username: @iamrebeccad come get your boyfriend.

↬iamrebeccad: Carlos, I've had enough. Honestly stop it. I have to run around in the comments to stop this nonsense more than I run around from one city to the other for your races.🤦🏻‍♀️

↬Carlossainz55: mi amour, not you too.🥲💔

↬iamrebeccad: feel better guys, hopefully it won't happen again.🥹 @landonorris @/your username.

FanUserName1: oh my God, Rebecca dragging Carlos through the comments.😂😂😂

adam_norris_pure_electric: ❤️

*your username and Landonorris reacted to this comment *

FanUserName2: take care of him please.🥹🙏🏼

FanUserName3: We love you landinho, get well soon 🇧🇷 💛💚💛💚

OscarPiastri: Feel better, Lando🥹

↬Your Username: dw, I am taking good care of him.😁

↬LandoNorris: yeah, she's keeping me well fed.

↬FanUserName4: I knew it!! y/n's type of love is acts of service. Imagine her feeding lando and how she would act if he said that he's full.

↬FanUserName5: I don't wanna know tbh. The paps got a photo of her this one time when he refused taking any more food when they were out on a date,and she looked like she was one minute away from smashing the plate over his head.

↬Your UserName: in my defense he was not eating well, and I couldn't leave him like that without food.🤷‍♀️

↬LandoNorris: WITHOUT FOOD?!!😳😳😳 Babe you made me eat my whole plate and half of yours, i wouldn't count that as no food.

↬Your UserName: Sweetheart, back in my country this counts as a little girl's appetite.

↬Danielricciardo: hahaha she just roasted you on national t.v.🤣🤣🤣

↬LandoNorris: @Heidierger_ come get your bf. 😑

↬FanUserName6: What's with athletes having their gfs come collect them from this comment section ?! 😂😂😂😂

Mclaren: Take a deserved rest. We still have Abu Dhabi coming up. 🧡💪🏼

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sophvilla · 19 days

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My Baby's Jealous ?

°°°°°°°°°Enha Series°°°°°°°°

Pairing: Bf! Jake X Gf! Femreader

Synopsis: You made a revenge plan on your boyfriend as He’s been a Tease Every concert He’s at, let's just say it backfired on you which led to a lot of unexpected pleasure.

Warning: Smut, 18+, MDNI, light Degradation, mention of baby, slut, overstimulation, riding, Idol!Jake X NonIdol! Femreader.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

Well you made a revenge plan on your boyfriend as He’s been a Tease Every concert He’s at, flirting back to every fans possible, being hot.

Also you didn’t get easily Jealous because you understand he has a job and Must love his fans and you supported that but for the past few concerts he’s been sticking his tongue out or Being extra hot which not normally his behaviour,

So you thought that two can play that game, you decided to Invite all of his friends Group to Your apartment for a get together feast,

What Jake didn’t expect that evening is that you would wear such scrumptious dress for that and act all smiley, cute and overall being a tease to him as you interacted with his Friends,

What you didn’t expect that the plan would backfire on you as you found yourself on the coach with you fully stuffed to brim with Jake’s cock rutting inside of you,

“Stay on it,” he breathes, arms circling around you to keep you on his cock. His lips brush against your chest, lightly nipping at the skin.

“Jake, I can’t!” you whine, legs shaking as you try to get off his lap. “’s too much, I’m gonna cum again,!"

" Isn’t that what you wanted when you were all being smiley with Heeseung” he said as he pounded inside of you.

“ Or how You laughed at Jay’s lame ass jokes, hmm tell me baby? Wasn’t it you motive to make me all pent up, well here you have it, so Fucking take it all !! ” as He continues to Give hard thrust inside your overstimulated cunt, leaving your mouth dry.

Jake doesn’t even bother pulling out when he thrusts, just grinding his dick into you while he watches you fall apart. “you like it baby, come on.”

Head falling onto his shoulder, he bites back a grin as he thrusts up. Your eyes are rolling back, feeling him pound into you from below. You don’t think you can take it anymore, but it's all you want.

He isn’t wrong when he says you like it.

Your hands slap his shoulders, not able to do much as he manhandles you to bounce on his dick. “J-Jake, fuck, oh my god!”

Legs shaking, he manoeuvres you to lay on your back. Throwing your ankles over his left shoulder, he continues to thrust into your cunt, hitting your g-spot with ease.

“give me some more, pretty.” He grins, “you’re not done until I say you are.”

You hate how he’s so good at keeping you pinned, but then again, when he uses his strength to keep you pliant, you’re practically looking up at him with hearts in your eyes.

“what a slut,” he laughs, “you like this.”

You nod furiously, “mmm, I love it!”

Moving one of your ankles to his other shoulder, he leans down, smothering your face in chaste kisses.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Jake starts slamming his hips into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

You feel like your eyes are crossing as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your legs are quivering while he continues to poke and prod everywhere you’re sensitive.

“so good for me,” he says, breath tickling your ear, “I could have you like this all day, baby.”

He feels you clench down on him and he sloppily kisses your cheek, “I feel it baby, give it to me.”

“Jake, ‘s too big,” you cry, “I think ‘m gonna make a mess!”

He shushes you, calming you down by cupping your face in his hands, keeping your eyes on him.

His thrusts don’t slow, feeling his release. “’s okay, Don’t worry-I’m gonna cum baby, where-“

“insideee!” you whine, “need it inside!”

He cums the second he hears you and you follow, Squirting all over his abdomen. He drops majority of his weight onto you, feeling his cock go limp inside your cunt. He presses a kiss to your temple, Praising you softly.

When he pulls out, he props your hips up with a Pillow, keeping your legs spread so he can admire the mess.

“ Now don’t go around Being all jealous when I only make you squirt like that, not them” He says with a chuckle still gaze fixed at your fucked out face.

As you smile while drifting into a slumber while thinking how your plan worked out either way.

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 11 months

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TWST As Lines I've Written/Said

Content Warning: Shitpost, suggestiveness(idk?) & swearing

Author's Note: These are either things I've said, or things that I've written down but haven't used... yet, might use them in the future, might not. Feel free to guess which is which.

Let the shenanigans begin!

Yuu, upon entering TWST

Yuu: “I’m motivated by spite and getting the fuck out of this damned place!”

Crowley: “This damned place just so happens to be my school!”

Yuu: “Yeah? Well, guess what Mr. Mystery Man, I fucking hate it here!”

Crowley: “Rude.”

Typical Ace Behaviour

Yuu: “Behave, my friends are coming over.”

Ace: “Weird. I didn’t know you were capable of having those.”

Yuu: “You know what? You can go out and wait on the fire escape until they leave if you want to act like that.”

Capitalism Isn't Attractive

Deuce: “Do not fall for the pretty man with the fancy clothes!”

Yuu: “Why not? He’s hot as fuck.”

Deuce: “... He’s a capitalist.”

Yuu: “THAT WHORE!”

Pissy Kitty

Leona: “Great, you again.”

Yuu: “I’m thrilled to see you too, asshole.”

Floyd, just Floyd

Floyd: “Why not?”

Yuu: “Unlike you, I don’t want to die!”

Floyd: “Boo, you’re lame.”

Yuu Needs a Raise

Yuu: “My therapist will be thrilled to hear about this revelation.”

Everyone: “What’s a therapist?”

Why Are You Like This?

Vil: “You are a blithering buffoon.”

Yuu: “Takes one to know one.”

Vil: “...Listen here you little piece of -”

Cryptid Hours

Yuu: *walks into room to find Idia sitting in the dark, facing the corner* “Did the voices win today?”

Idia: “Undecided.”

Yuu: “Okay then, let me know if that changes. Since I would like a headstart before you go all *insert demon noises* on me.”

After Any Overblot

Yuu: "I feel like a baked potato." *passes out*

The Adventures of Malleus

Malleus: “Tell me, Child of Man; do humans typically court through the acquiring and displaying of fish?”

Yuu: “Why?”

Malleus: *has been secretly using your phone for research and found himself on Tinder* “Just curious is all.”

Yuu: “... No, it’s not typical.”

Malleus: “Alright then, noted.”

Dear Professor Vargas, I regret to inform you that your attempts to woo a potential mate through your acquiring of fish may not be successful. And does the "DILF" shorts mean, "Darling, I Love Fish?" ... Asking for a friend. Sincerely, Malleus Draconia

Octopus Eyesight

Yuu: “Do you have astigmatism?”

Azul: “Do I have what?”

Yuu: “Astigmatism, like when you look at lights at night do you see lines? Since you have weird ass pupils.”

Azul: “...wait, that isn’t normal?”

Should I Be Nervous?

Yuu: “Have you ever been overcome with the lust for broccoli?”

Trey: ". . ."

Yuu: *squints, thinking* “Break glass in case of sudden lust for broccoli...”

Trey: "Should I leave?"

A Question to Ponder

Yuu: “Why do fictional men slap so hard? Like damn.”

Riddle: “Because they are not real and do not come with any of the negative consequences that often come with real men, also you can better idealize them… And anime, ‘Makes you go brrrrr,’ as you put it.”

College Life

Rollo: “I am running off 3 hours of sleep and a single croissant, do not test me.”

Baby Talk

Rook: “Ah, bonjour chatton!" *proceeds to babytalk to the cat in French*

Yuu's Type

Yuu: “I have 4 types; wet cat, malewife, girlboss, and whore." tag yourself

Crewel: "... You need to focus on your grades, not on some mutts."

What Do You Have?

Jamil: "What's that?"

Kalim: *hiding a cat that he stole from outside* "Uhhh, my love for you?"

Jamil: *annoyed* "Put it back outside, Kalim."

Kalim: *puts the cat in his face* "BUT LOOK AT THEM!! THEY BABEY!!!!"

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kookygranger · 4 months

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Is This Desire?

Firefighter!Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

Steve Harrington falls for you a little harder every time he meets you. Now you're free to live your life and he's ready to make a move on the girl he thinks about every day.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut-ish (allusions to sex), secondary character death, witchcraft, reader is a town outcast, fem!reader, no upside down/no hawkins au

Word count: 2k

Author's note: This story is inspired by a trippy and vividly detailed dream I had, minus the lovechild because that's not my vibe but good for dream me I guess.

Series Masterlist | Next Chapter

Chapter One: When Under Ether

1979

The first time Steve Harrington saw you was on a brisk fall night. Brown leaves lifted in small whirlpools down the street as children’s laughter and sugar-induced screams permeated the air. It was Halloween.

Steve wanted to dress up as Robin Hood, his outfit complete with feathered cap and fox tail sitting on his navy-blue bedspread at home, but his friends thought trying was lame now – so he settled for a ripped shirt and a half-assed green face paint job. He wasn’t even sure if he was supposed to be a zombie or Frankenstein’s monster.

He’d done that a lot lately. Changed things about himself that others his age suddenly found uncool or only suitable behaviour for babies. He may not have known as much as the kids that sat up the front of class, but he knew one thing for sure, he didn’t want to be thought of as a baby.

Maybe that’s why he was stood in front of the rotting wooden gate that led up to the house at the end of Maple Street, so far away from the rest of the neighbours that it could only barely be counted. Unless it was to get its own street name entirely, which right now Steve felt like it could, as far away from safety as possible to his small legs.

See, the old Ravenwood house was only spoken about in whispers, its history revealed in rumours perpetuated by ghost story obsessed children for as long as anyone can even remember the house being occupied. And with its peeling paint, overgrown and weed-riddled front yard, and creaking front porch, it was a ripe opportunity for a young boy to prove that he was no scaredy cat on All Hallows’ Eve.

Steve walked up the sunken stone path with his two friends in tow. Tommy, the boy who’d suggested the dare earlier in the night brought up the rear of the small group, knobbly knees knocking together.

Steve was wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans when a flurry of bats, unnative to this part of the world, flew into their path, screeching only slightly higher than the two boys behind him who ran straight back through the front gate. His heart battered against his ribcage as he squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath like his grandma had taught him to when he’d get mad or upset, and when he opened his eyes he saw you.

Watching curiously through the second-floor window, where you sat perched inside, a warm glow framing your small body. Steve thought you looked to be the same age as him, but he’d never seen you before. He smiled that charming Harrington grin he’d been told he possessed, then waved – you, more shyly returned the gesture. Then he’d heard his name called somewhere back beyond the threshold of this strange house, and he’d returned to his friends. Brushing off the ill attempt at machismo with talks of scoring candy.

When Steve’s head hit his pillow that night, veins pumping with sugar, he thought of you. He would never forget about the girl in the window. A beacon of light that dissolved his fears.

***

1986

The second time Steve saw you everything faded away into the background.

He’d been swapping occupational war stories with Robin at the bar in town, the one that didn’t refuse service based on age but based on your likeability according to the bartender. He’d made his way up to the bar through the lively post-work week crowd to order another round when he saw you. Through the far from sober bodies, tucked away on a barstool up against the wall, your hands playing with a sodden beer mat as your eyes wandered, people watching, Steve Harrington swore he saw the face of an angel.

Although time had changed you both, bodies growing up and through awkward stages, arms and chests filling out to be hugged now by the scratchy material of Steve’s striped polo and the soft cotton of your dress, your legs strong enough to bring a grown man to his knees (as far as Steve was concerned), the glint of a thin silver chain on the wrist that supported his big hands enough to capture the attention of almost all the girls in town – Steve had still known. It was you. By looks alone, you may have been a far cry from the little girl in the window, but he knew.

Inexplicably, for he could not cite the hairs on his toned arms raising at the sight of your eyes gazing back at his, or the warm, tight feeling in his chest he’d only ever felt once before as proper methods of identification. But your shy smile and hitched breathing as he drew near only confirmed it for him.

And before he knew it, his lips oh so close to yours, shining after his tongue had poked out to wet them were asking if you wanted to get out of there.

“Yes.”

Robin would later get more than her fair share of making up for his total abandonment of her without so much as a goodbye, but in that moment he couldn’t think of anything else but you.

How he could taste the bitterness of your perfume on your skin when he kissed your bare shoulder, how you sounded when he sucked on the skin under your ear and the vibrations you made together when he swallowed your moans, how you squeezed his hand that held yours beside your head laying on the pillow that wouldn’t be rid of your scent for a week after, and how you kissed him deeply after the seventh time he’d asked if you were still okay, if you still wanted this as much as he did.

When you left him, asleep with kissed lips parted in soft snores and hair mussed, the marks he’d left on your neck and thighs would serve you as a sweet reminder. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla followed you as you snuck back into your house through the back door, the quiet creak masked by the singing cicadas. Your uncle exactly where you'd left him, still sleeping off the extra spoonful of valerian extract and dried chamomile you’d steeped with his tea to buy yourself a little more time out there.

Where magic was forbidden. Where children threw cruel comments and the adults they’d overheard them from ushered them across the other side of the street. Out there where people would never be understanding of you, and boys who could trick you into giving up your power ran rampant.

You’d thought – hoped, dreamed – that maybe on your eighteenth birthday you could get a kiss. A moment of normalcy outside of your life stuck in this house but what you got was so much better.

What you got was imprinted on your skin with the lingering feeling of his lips.

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1993

The third time you meet Steve, you breathe in your first taste of free air.

Steve had volunteered to take a ride with the EMT to transport a body to the morgue, on an otherwise slow shift at the firehouse. The only other one in town had called in sick and the nearest hospital was a town over.

When the bus turned down Maple Street, Steve immediately felt off. A sense of dread washed over him and only increased when the car continued off the main street and down the dirt road that led to the Ravenwood house. As the vehicle kicked up stones and a cloud of dust in its wake he’d been hit with a sudden wave of déjà vu, remembering dreams that felt as real as memories of walking up this path only to find himself back at the start over and over again.

When the bus finally came to a stop in the driveway Steve barrelled out, running up to the front door in a panic, his raised fist ready to knock it down before it abruptly opened. Exhaling quickly at the site of you, the sinking feeling in his stomach alleviated as he took you in for the first time in years.

You’re dressed for mourning. A soft black dress and scuffed boots, hair pulled back to reveal a bare face that Steve had the sudden urge to kiss.

“H-Hi.” He managed to stammer out a greeting as his colleague finally caught up to him, walking up the creaking steps to your front porch.

“He’s in the bedroom.” You held open the front door, moving aside to let them in. Voice small, smelling of lemon, cedarwood and white musk and Steve had to physically keep himself moving as he brushed past you.

Your uncle laid stiff on a double bed, on top of the covers and dressed in a tattered corduroy suit as if ready for viewing, his body now an empty vessel left only for a ceremonial send-off. A white handkerchief covered his face, a small bundle of dried cypress and sweet cicely perched on his forehead. A breeze from the open window across the room swayed the hem of your skirt as you stared at him.

Steve pointed to the handkerchief, asking you if they could move it but stopped his movements right away when you tensed. His colleague tells you it’ll have to come off during the autopsy and you fold, asking if it can at least go back on afterwards.

“Once we drop him off he’s out of our hands ma’am.”

“I’ll make sure it does,” Steve placates you and you offer him a small nod in thanks. He barely remembers to breathe.

You followed the stretcher out to the bus, a rumbling of thunder catching the two men’s gaze up to the sky when the back doors thud shut. The view was clear when they entered the house, no forecast for rain on this mild summer’s day. Now fat drops began to hit the ground with the rolling in of grey clouds. Steve looked down and noticed a small smile on your face.

You took a deep breath in with eyes softly shut. “I think I’m gonna go for a walk.” You took off down the front path, stopping at the front gate when Steve called after you, asking if you were sure as the rain only intensified.

You just turn and smile at him, waving with a fixed mind. “It’s cleansing.” Only to disappear into the tall grass fields across from your house in a blur of black. Walking away, a free woman.

The front door creaked closed, making Steve’s companion jump.

“Freaky.”

After that day Steve hears of regular sightings of the girl who grew up in that house. Gossip of blooming, bright lavender and bluebells, buzzing bees – life where there once was nothing but rot and death. A fixed white picket fence and carefully laid stone-path that led up to a now bright and welcoming looking house at the end of Maple Street. But this was still a small town and generational rumours took more than a fresh coat of paint to cover up. The witch who lived at the old Ravenwood house was still feared among small minds.

***

The fourth time Steve Harrington saw you he was dropping Robin’s overdue books off at the library on his way to work. Navy blue t-shirt hugging his biceps, tucked neatly into his uniform pants, the stomp of his steel-capped boots muffled by the scratchy charcoal carpet.

Robin had sent him in the hopes that he could get her late fees waived. He’d spritzed an extra spray of his cologne on before leaving their shared apartment, Harrington charm plastered on his face as he prepared to win over an elderly lady who was reminded of her husband when they first met. Only, the person behind the counter wasn’t wearing a blouse with a frilly collar or sporting a purple rinse quaff.

The person who greeted Steve was wearing a well-loved PJ Harvey shirt, with long braids running down her back, flashing a timid smile that ripped through his chest.

“Hi, Steve.”

End note: If you want dedicatedly researched, heart-wrenching witch core you should go read @storiesbyrhi's Eddie fic Burning Yarrow. I'd also recommend @rosewaterandivy's S.H. x witch!reader story, which is just blow me down gorgeous. Their words probably inspired the dream that inspired this story ✨

Thank you for reading! x

Steve edit by @/vasguett on pinterest

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #firefighter!steve harrington #witch!reader #she writes

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inoreuct · 8 months

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zoro really does remind me so much of a tiger.

i can see him sprawled out on the deck with his tail swishing back and forth lazily, napping in the best sunbeams without giving a shit that he’s blocking the whole walkway, you know. cat stuff.

he would probably get disgruntled when the crew comes and lies down on/over/beside him but he’d just yawn and shake out his ruff and tolerate it because. they’re his crew. they’re nakama. anyone else would get their hands bitten off as soon as they got within biting distance, but he’ll tolerate these few.

(he wouldn’t admit that he enjoys them pressing into his sides and pushing their fingers into his thick fur when their hands get cold because he puts out heat like a bloody furnace.)

and sanji would be the ONLY one he lets near his underbelly; everybody else only gets to touch the top of his coat but sanji comes along and he bares his fangs in a baseless threat because the cook has already formed a habit of falling asleep with his face shoved into zoro’s soft white fur, or half-squashed beneath him, and zoro acts all indifferent but hey. there’s a reason only sanji gets to get that close to him.

AND PLEASE the way zoro naps with his hands behind his head?? if someone called for him he would crack an eye open just barely before ignoring them and/or turning away and going back to sleep. THAT IS PEAK FELINE BEHAVIOUR. THE WHOLE BITCHY PETTY LAZILY POSSESSIVE TRIES-TO-ACT-COOL-BUT-IS-ACTUALLY-VERY-MUCH-A-LAME-DORK-WHO-CARES-A-LOT IS SO ZORO (especially opla zoro)

and he gets so worked up so quickly over specific things, both in good and bad ways. sanji picks a fight and he is down to kick butt and on his feet in 2.5 seconds flat. luffy tells him about a new idea/plan/shenanigan that will most certainly get them into trouble (that nami will have to haul their asses out of) and he’s there swords out bandana on like “yeah i’m ready where we going” LIKE A CAT WITH A LASER POINTER. HE SNAPS TO ATTENTION IMMEDIATELY AND FOLLOWS IT WITH SINGLE-MINDED INTENSITY.

not to mention yes he’s soft for his nakama but he’s also still so dangerous. just because he tucks his swords and claws and fangs away for them does not mean that he does not have them. if anybody even thought of being as familiar with him as the strawhats they’d lose a few vital organs; he loves his crew, so he keeps them close. simple as that. it’s a privilege that he doesn’t afford anyone else.

mm and now this is stirring up ideas of a shifter au. big green tiger zoro yes but what would the rest of them be?? luffy’d be a monkey, probably… i feel like usopp gives off goose energy for some reason 😭 but sanji?? nami?? I DON’T KNOW YALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

part 2 | part 3

#roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece zoro #zosan #is it really a post of mine if there’s no zosan #no exactly #one piece #i’m seeing nami as an anteater for some reason #and sanji’s… a swan? a peacock? A PEACOCK WOULD BE HILARIOUS #weretiger zoro au

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sky-is-the-limit · 6 months

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Let me get this 'straight'. You ask a lame ass König/Ghost stan to NOT use a wlw term about a man and they drop this in your inbox:

To prove what? That most of yall are the same mfs who shit on Gaz and cast him aside cause he doesn't fit your white boy aesthetic though he's the main character who happens to be black AND his actor is a queer man? Surprising? Not much.

But yeah, let me guess, you will go on with your fetishism about mlm ships and weird ass stereotypes to fit your fantasies, but when an actual queer person in this fandom voices concern about problematic behaviour, you go on like a coward to do that?

Same thing with black folk calling out your obviously racist disgusting behaviour towards Gaz/Elliot.

You're just proving my point further that you're the most toxic messed up part of the fandom that joined recently without even playing the games (which isn't as important but it's a pattern) to be weird as fuck.

Disgusting behaviour in 2023. I just hope Elliot doesn't see comments like this one under his accounts cause he's a legit kind individual who deserves a better fandom.

Anyway, dear anon who is probably a straight homophobic piece of shit, I am a fag, I am in this fandom and I will KEEP voicing my concerns about problematic behaviour and will keep reminding yall how,

KYLE GAZ GARRICK is superior and the main character who would wipe the floor with whatever lame ass man you decide to call a pillow princess (lame.)

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99liners · 11 months

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So i have this lame drabble kinda idea for nodus tollens. As u have mentioned before that jimin's mom n brother treat rei as their own daughter n sister respectively so imagine one day jimins brother was hugging rei Or kissing her forehead (uk brotherly affection) n jimin saw these n literally went ballistic n started punching his own brother then jimins family would see what n Douchebag their son is😂

opus nodus tollens, drabble number 1 / tatemae series 建前:

pairing: choreographer!park jimin x trophy!wife reader extra character(s): min shiza (liberosis) genre: fluff, smut, angst, marriage!au, age-gap!au (9 years). words: 1.863 warnings: jealousy, over possessive!pjm, unhealthy behaviour, toxic relationships, heated argument, manipulative behaviour, smexy times, missionary position, unprotected sex, mentions of orgasm (m). original one-shot: nodus tollens part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series a/n: i don't think i will be adding the punching thingy, i get that jimin is supposed to be this obsessive guy but that level of obsession that he punches his own brother would take away from his character. i hope you understand and enjoy the drabble!

"i know what you want."

"what do you mean?"

"i know you want her like you have always wanted all my toys back when we were kids."

jimin had pulled aside his younger brother to the latter's room one fine evening.

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it has been six days since jimin and you flew down to busan to visit jimin's parents. they had been asking you both to come over ever since the wedding. back then, you had been busy with finishing college and jimin has always been one of the in-demand choreographers of the industry, so naturally there was no time to make the trip happen.

last month when you got laid off from the min-specter firm, it hit you badly. it had shaken you up in the worst way possible; you had stopped eating, you stopped talking to jimin, you did not reply to any of your ex-upperclassman-turned-ex-boss'-wife shiza's messages, you had not even stepped out of the house for weeks on end. most of the days, you did not even bother leaving the bed. you would be wearing the same house clothes and be slumped on the bed or at most, at the floor with your back supported by the bed. you still cannot believe that you were fired from your job; the job you had worked your ass off for. the internships, the training, the late-night studying — all of it turned to dust and swept away. and shiza? she was supposed to be like your older sister, she should have changed your boss' mind but all you get are empty apologies and how she is sad for you. nothing seemed to cheer you up and your husband was at his wit's end on exploring new to get you to even smile at him.

one day when he came back from work, he was surprised to see your ex-upperclassman, shiza. she was standing near the chair in the dining hall where you were sat. you looked like you had been crying.

"um, what's this? doll, is everything okay?"

you gave a curt nod, not meeting his eyes.

jimin turned to shiza, "mrs min i think it's best you lea-"

you cut him off, "no. she's okay."

jimin sighed, so she gets an okay but all he gets are nods and hums? he just wants his rei of sunshine (pun intended) back.

"jimin-ssi, if it's possible maybe you should take a trip with y/n, she needs some fresh air."

"ahha, only if this madam wants to go anywhere."

biting the inside of your cheeks, you mumbled, "i want to go out."

jimin's eyes flickered. wait so when he suggested going out for a vacation, you threw pillows at his face while proceeding to bury your face in the mattress and bellowing out noises like a dying whale but shiza eonnie mentions going on a trip once and you want to go now? what is this sorcery? jimin needs to learn this ninja technique.

a while later, shiza left when a black luxury car (jimin guesses it was a vintage rolls royce wraith) came around to pick her up.

your husband started collecting the dirty dishes and putting them in the sink when he heard your feeble voice.

"take me away before i lose myself," you mentioned, your eyes trained pointlessly at the floor while your arms came to wrap around themselves in a hug.

jimin almost dropped the porcelain plate to make his way to you, dropping to his knees as his hands brought down your hands in his, to rest on your lap.

"doll, i will take you anywhere you want. i just want you back as you were."

you sniffled down your tears and leaned over to hug him tightly, which your husband happily reciprocated.

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it was like you were born anew when jimin brought you to his childhood home. you have never known a family and now to have a father, a mother and a brother to call your own — it truly felt like a new life. every day you woke up, you got to have a mother's handmade breakfast made with love, you helped her out with the household chores, while in the evening the neighbourhood aunties would invite you over for cheesecake and coffee while they doted on you, mentioning how their jiminie got lucky to have you in his life.

it felt nice to be wanted, to be included in the mundane things in life and the days passed by normally, they didn't feel too long nor too short. it was all perfect. jiwon, jimin's younger brother would even take you on his motorcycle to mr park's cafe where mr park would proudly introduce you to his regular customers as his 'lawyer daughter-in-law'.

at first it started when mrs park forced you to go out and see the town around but then every evening you would leave with jiwon on his motorcycle while he showed you around. likewise, at first jimin did not much think about it, he usually was in charge of looking after the family business when he was home, so accounting took most of his time. plus, he was happy that you were exploring the places where he once grew up. it made him feel even closer to you when at night you would tell him about the places you saw, the sparkle in your eyes. you were just too adorable for his heart to take.

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"don't make a noise," jimin whispered near your ear before putting his hand over your mouth, stilling his lower body to a lull before hitting it home in an intense thrust, his pelvic area slapping against your cunny. the bedpost hit the wall with a thud while a groan died down in your throat.

jimin and jiwon's rooms are adjacent to each other and obviously, like two responsible adults, neither of you would ever want for the poor thing to have to hear anything inappropriate.

"fuuuck," you sighed against his palm while jimin continued his thrusts — bringing you over the edge while his length rummaged through your gummy walls, feeling every ridge, every bump in the hot cavern.

one particular hard thrust had you moaning loudly, a muffled one owing to jimin's hand but still the muffled noise was out in the air.

jimin brought his movements to a halt, "i don't think he heard it," he whispered, slowly moving his hips in a circular motion.

"i think he's asleep," you whispered back, the sentence broken in two parts owing to his slow actions. you winced at the leisurely pace.

"i can hear you jerks. loud and clear." jiwon's booming voice came through the walls.

jimin was really close to his release, he has been holding back all this time to not cause a commotion, "mm, might as well," his hips took up pace, creating a symphony of sinful noises.

you tried to stop him, your eyes going wide at the sudden pace. you were both in a state of pleasure and fear because your brother-in-law just said that he could already hear you guys even when you were whispering.

"he can hear us!" you reminded jimin, biting your lip hard to not let out moans, your legs closing around his waist.

his dominant hand got a hold of the headpost, wrapping around the wood to anchor himself for the thrusts as they grew sloppy; indicating his oncoming orgasm, "he already has."

"y'all are fucking disgusting! i am going to put bleach in my ears," jiwon yelled again before you both heard his bedroom door opening and closing, followed by footsteps hurrying downstairs.

"forget him, look at me," jimin's free hand came to hold your gaze at him, the edge of his palm supporting your chin while his fingers grazed your cheek. his thrusts slowed down again as he angled his hips to reach deeper angles.

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later the next day, you absolutely avoided jiwon, you were too embarrassed to even look in his direction.

in the evening while jimin and you were sat in the living room watching tv, jiwon walked over, "ahem, if you guys are not busy copulating like bunnies, do you want to go to our old high school? there is an annual sports festival going on," he offered. mind you, he was loving this because he gets to tease you at every sentence, every accidental eye contact.

you winced at the first sentence, "stop mentioning it. we are sorry."

jimin was sat beside you looking over some papers his father had just handed him, "speak for yourself, i am not sorry."

"of course," jiwon shook his head before turning to you, "for your information, you are so bad at trying to suppress any sound."

jimin raised an eyebrow at that, since when did you two become so close to talk about sex (of all topics) so openly. he understands that you two are closer in age, jiwon is a year older and doing his masters but it did not sound as innocent to him, "hey, be respectful."

"let's go," ignoring the teasing, you stood up, "i would love to see where this one used to go to school," you touched jimin's hair, giving it a slight ruffle.

he caught your hand and placed a kiss on it, "be safe and be back before 8, the streets get empty. i don't know what takes you both so long every night."

"yes yes, don't worry," jiwon exhaled casually before leaving with you.

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by the time jiwon and you came back, jiwon had his arm wrapped around you, hanging by your shoulder as you two laughed at some joke.

after dinner when mrs park took you away to show you old pictures, jimin pulled jiwon to the side.

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"whoa whoa, wait a second. di-did did you just compare your wife to toys?" jiwon's eyes went wide.

"well of course she is not a toy, that's the point i am trying to make. she is my wife."

"you just compared her to a toy! always knew you needed therapy."

"listen just keep your hands off her, i don't like this newfound intimacy between you two," jimin's hand was on jiwon's shoulder, his grip tightening with every word.

"are you joking right now? you are joking right? she's like my fucking sister. i have always wanted a sister because you are such an asshole and now i finally have someone whom i can call a sister so of course you have to ruin it."

jimin went quiet, maybe he took it all wrong. suddenly he was reminded that this was his brother, his blood. he knows his little brother, he believes in the values his parents taught them.

"hey, look it's you from when you were in your nappies," you had walked in jiwon's room looking for him. a photo album in your hand, you walked to the duo.

jiwon gave you a small smile as he turned his gaze to what you were pointing at.

jimin let a sigh, maybe his family is complete finally and there is nothing to worry about as he found himself smiling at you two.

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I seriously hope season three never comes out because I can’t deal with another stolas focus episode for like the millionth time like no wonder the views for the series is going down everyone is tired of seeing his face we want imp Vivzepop not your favorite owl oc and his lame ass drama 🙄

There are unfortunately plenty of stolas stans who would happily watch a show that is just about him and his crying entirely. Some are kinda rude to the rest of us for not liking “the heart of the show” or “what it’s really about”

So…The next episode is about him. Then we get two good episodes about other things…then I think another stolas one, and the ending of the season is all stolas focussed again. He’s basically the main character now?

[leaked info, plot theories, rumours dump below]

Allegedly Viv said in the finale of season 2 they’re together. They fight in the next episode, B is sent away, sans book? There’s a ghost episode, where blitz is called unloveable, theres a Verosika episode, something called mastermind, then sinsmas. So I’m assuming all the development happens offscreen.

Apparently blitz suddenly noticed he’s being abused and despite all the lack of interest and lack of attraction we’ve seen from him—he yells at Stella, and falls in “love” with him cause he’s being abused and he wants to protect him cause he reminds him of Fizz?? I think.

But going by his leaked behaviour, stolas doesn’t really care about him anymore. Via says stolas chose blitz and he replies “no I didnt” implying he wants to be with his daughter, not him. And his choices weee taken away. But at the same time he completely refuses to stop seeing him and they keep on smiling at and holding onto each other right in front of her.

Octavia freaks out and is against the ship, she cuts stolas off and ? I guess, in some scenes after, accidentally kills Andrealphus and Stella. Stolas says she’s been “the only good thing” in his life, even though before that he acted like Blitz was. He runs and leaves Blitzø in the dust to chase after her, she rejects him, and blitzo walks behind him, gives him a jacket, and hugs his back while stolas cries and holds his anti sads. It’s supposed to be cute fan service but…to me at least, it’s just not.

It’s really sad but not for the reasons I believe Viv thinks? Seeing Blitzos formerly strong independent personality finally shatter as his saviour complex and guilt takes over, he becomes “tied down” to stolas who doesn’t seem to want him anymore, that is what is truly sad. [redacted; court scene happens later]

So the judge is called judge vagina ( 🔫 LAUGH) But then more things go wrong for stolas and he loses it all, I’m guessing because he abused the grimoire, he seems to lose his powers, joins imp, and I’m supposed to find it really serious and really sad. She also I think writes fizz and Ozzie to appear, they hate Stella now, and they both help stolitz happen for some reason. The tonal whiplash never ends. Pooooor guy. He’s on anti depressants. Poor guy. He’s really sad. Don’t worry about that random imp he just strangled to near death. He’s reallyyyyyy saaaaaaad. But don’t worry he gets his Blitzø.

#helluva boss leaks

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softest-babie · 6 months

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Unfriendly reminder that if you don't like me, the block button is right there waiting for you to use it. Bullying people via anonymous asks is lame ass behaviour. Send me rude shit and I will just block you, I don't have to put up with adults who act like high schoolers. Almost nobody here knows my whole story or what I've gone through in the last couple years and it's not my job to tell you either. So save your time and energy for someone who actually cares what you have to say.

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evangelifloss · 2 years

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It honestly baffles me how people hate OG Satoko, and how normalised it's become in the Higurashi fandom. Like aaa yes abused 12 year old definitely deserves to be brutally murdered. *insert tasteless chair joke here* "This definitely doesn't reflect how I view anyone slightly troublesome"

And you think of all the love ryukishi07 put into his characters, how Satoko represented his experience being a social worker and witnessing some really messy situations involving a child, to suddenly invoke the sheer lack of empathy people have towards her.

"But it's fiction!!"

And ryukishi used fiction to explore/discuss very real ideas and scenarios. There's more to Satoko's treatment than shouting that lame ass excuse. Like, we get it, you can't tolerate anyone remotely troublesome.

The thing is, Satoko isn't even that bad. (Please keep in mind I'm talking OG, not gou/sotsu/meguri) Imagine if she had a higher degree of behavioural problems besides pulling harmless pranks? I can only imagine how people would react then.

I'm rambling but yeah

TDLR: Can we please stop being so toxic toward Satoko Houjou and call it a day. There's better ways to engage with the themes of Higurashi

#coulda worded it better but here it is #satoko houjou #satoko hojo #higurashi #when they cry #higurashi no naku koro ni

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Hiiii Seb! @sugarcoated-lame back again! Hope you’re doing well and having a lovely day my dear!! <3 an ask you got about single dad Rhett & single mom reader where their children kinda set them up got me thinking about single dad jake and single mom reader except it’s like an enemies to lovers sort of situation 👀 you meet when you’re both called down to your kids’ school to meet with the principal bc Jake’s son and your daughter have been fighting/not getting along in class (you can’t tell me Jake’s kid wouldn’t be an absolute menace and love to pick on all the girls and pull their pigtails so to speak 😂). So maybe you don’t like Jake at first bc he’s a bit blasé about the situation, saying it’s normal, just kids being kids and that they’ll work through it on their own. Ya know, just being his usual cocky, smug self, saying he was a little rascal as a kid himself. So the two of you start arguing in the principal’s office (and Jake finds it super hot when you start yelling at him bc he definitely loves it when women are a little mean to him, and you can’t help but think about what a waste it is that someone that attractive would be such a dick) and the principal has to tell you both to cut it out 😂 You never hear about any further incidents between your kids again because unbeknownst to you, when they left the school that day, Jake told his son he should apologize and try to be friends. But every time you see him after that when you’re both picking your kids up from school, you’re rolling your eyes and glaring at Jake as he just waves, giving you that signature smug smirk. So your kids, now friends, conspire to get you and Jake together, each asking to be taken to the park on the same day and “running into each other” there. You’re left to sit on a bench with Jake while your kids play, staring straight ahead watching them in an effort to ignore his presence. Eventually when he can’t take any more of the tension he tries to talk to you, probably saying something like, “what, you’re not gonna yell at me today?” Joking around and trying to lighten the mood, telling you you’re really cute when you’re angry which leaves you blushing and trying not to smile. And that’s when you learn Jake is actually really funny and charming. And maybeeee that smug grin of his is actually starting to grow on you a bit, and he just wants to keep making you smile and laugh because it’s one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. After a while of playing, your kids are running up to the bench where you and Jake are sitting, begging the two of you to take them out for ice cream and of course neither one of you can say no to your babies. So you go and get to spend more time with Jake, getting to know him a bit and watching him interact and goof off with his son and your daughter and you think maybe, just maybeee he’s not so bad. 🥹 I’m sorry this turned into a whole ass novel lmfao oops! 💜💜💜

AH!! my love, please don’t apologise at all!! we love whole ass novels in this household and i love this so much!!!! 🥹🥹

enemies to lovers with single dad jake and reader?? oooof. you’ve created something really special here!! because of course you think he’s an ass at the beginning, but then you get to know him and see how sweet he is with his son. you see that he’s had to practically raise his kid on his own all the while being a pilot in an elite ‘death’ squad and you understand that he must have a lot on his plate. you come to acknowledge that jake can’t always keep tabs on his son’s behaviour, but he’s trying his best.

you would offer to take care of his kid on days when jake was busy with work, seeing as he was such good friends with your little one anyway. a couple of play dates ended up with you staying in jake’s house so your little ones could sleep over together while jake was away for work. that then turned into you leaving jake dinner some nights, which then turned into you and jake finally sharing a kiss on his couch when he came home from work absolutely exhausted and so grateful you were there to look after his son.

thank you so, so much for this my love!! 💌💖

#💌you’ve got mail #sugarcoated lame #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x y/n #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #hangman x y/n #hangman x you

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