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cheonstapes · 7 months

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jjk men star in... 'IF YOU SEEK AMY' ( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫

a/n ~ i was listening to if you seek amy on repeat yesterday and was like omg what if i wrote abt that! music is my biggest inspo and i thought jjk guys would go best w this song~

summary; the men of jujutsu kaisen with a pretty, little, popstar.

wc; 1.2k+

pairings; various jjk men x fem!popstar!reader

cw; suggestive, descriptions of sex, oral sex, obsessive behaviour, reader getting harassed, hating, toji beats someone up for you💗, dirty gojo, NANAMIN!!!!, jjk men being supportive, reader is basically beyonce reincarnated, nawt proofread - been writing this all day

gojo as - the boyfriend

even if gojo was a hotshot sorcerer, constantly on the move, he always found time to admire his pretty little pop star girlfriend. front row tickets to all of your concerts, being the first one to buy your albums despite the fact that you always give him a copy way before it drops - he even had a hand in designing your merch, who knew your boyfriend was such a creative. he even has a fan account for you, with almost half a million followers, posting never before seen pics of you, cute ones of course - ones he’s taken of you. you don’t know about it, you don’t need to. you especially don’t need to know about his other account, the one where he writes the filthiest stories about you. graphic descriptions about how well he would fuck you, how beautiful your body would look underneath him, the angelic moans you’d let out when he’d touch your gorgeous pussy. they’re all true, though, he is your boyfriend after all. people can write all the stories about you they want, but none of them truly know your body as well as gojo does.

nanami as - the manager

your manager, nanami, was pissed. pacing around his large office, growling down his phone at the poor lawyer on the other end - occasionally glancing at you as you sat quietly on the plush sofa, legs crossed as you scrolled through your phone. you weren’t happy though, scrolling through comments on your most recent posts. hate from insecure people who had nothing better to do with their lives was bearable - but now you had stalkers? these creepy ass guys who were constantly harassing you, threatening you, it was scary to say the least. you heard him slam the phone done onto the table, breathing slightly laboured in the midst of his anger. “i’ve dealt with those fuckers, they won’t bother you again sweetheart.” you smiled, it always calms him down whenever he sees your pretty smile. walking over to him, you hold his face in your hands, slowly leaning in to press a kiss on his soft lips, a hand running sensually down his broad chest over his dress shirt. “you always work so hard for me, babe. i think you deserve some lovin’ right now. just relax, ok?” having your man as your manager definitely comes with some perks, doesn’t it.

toji as - the bodyguard

you loved attending events, getting to dress up with a team triple the size that you usually have was always such an experience. this time, the met gala was tomorrow and you couldn’t have been more excited. it was your third year in a row and each year your looks get better and better. this year, though? not even mystic meg could’ve predicted how utterly shit getting ready this year could’ve been. your dress, specially made for you by iris van herpen, was in ruins. they clearly didn’t do background checks on the people they had in your crew because he definitely wouldn’t have made it through in that case. a cute little intern, constantly singing praises of you, to your face at least. but he was plotting - coincidentally being placed in charge of taking care of your dress, and coincidentally blaming the heat gun for looking a little too much like a steamer. you were livid, and toji, your bodyguard, hated seeing you upset. he swore a zero tolerance policy for anyone who fucks with his little pop star, and that intern found out the hard way. you knew toji had some…unorthodox ways of dealing with things - not even phased when he comes back to you with dried blood staining his knuckles. only offering you a sexy grin and his arm, walking you back to the car to go pick up your new dress - “can’t wait to see what else they made ya princess, yer gonna be the most stunnin’ girl there.”

geto as - the husband

geto made it very clear how much he hated going to these shows. he was only there for you, ignoring all the interviewers unless you were right there beside him, rejecting people left and right cause can they not see the goddess clinging onto his arm? but he did have to admit, he was a little excited this time around. a lot, actually, but if you knew that - he’d be at every award show from here on out. you’d been nominated for a grammy, artist of the year, and he was so, so proud of you. he held your hand tightly as they read out the nominees, thumb running along your knuckles. you always bite your lip when you were nervous, leg slightly jittery too, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t nervous too. the announcer pulled out the card, pausing for dramatic effect, before reading out - “and the grammy goes to…y/n! congratulations!” geto’s eyes widen as screams erupted from the crowd, standing up as he smiles brightly at you, kissing you deeply. your celebrity friends congratulating you as you walked passed, making sure to drag geto on stage with you as you made your speech. he knew you would win, obviously, that’s why he was so prepared. booking the most extravagant restaurant he could find, choosing a private room for the two of you to dine alone - and so no one disturbed you both when he was showing you just how proud of you he really was.

choso as - the fan

choso loved his job. working at the bar where celebs came to get absolutely wasted, he had so much shit to talk about after work. but what he didn’t expect was to see his favourite singer, you, actually walk in that night. it wasn’t a secret that choso was quite literally obsessed with you, always asking if anyone saw you at the bar when he wasn’t working, and if they did - get him an autograph or even a little shout out video. he would listen to your music on the way to work, scrolling through your instagram and taking screenshots of pics that could be potential new wallpapers. he thought you were the most beautiful thing on earth, even saving himself just in case he ever got a chance to be with you for even one night. wishes surely do come true, he couldn’t even find it in him to respond as he stared at your glossy lips, you were asking to buy a drink but he was only thinking about leaning over to bar and kissing you until you couldn’t breathe. “d-drink? oh, sorry, n-no problem!” he made a mental note of your drink, making sure it was the best you’ve ever had. he paused as you pulled out your card, stammering as he waved his hands frantically. “wait! it’s-it’s on the house. i’m a…i really like your music, it’s the least i can do.” you couldn’t help but giggle, he was cute, very cute. you didn’t point out that you can see your face on his home screen, only leaning across the bar to get closer. “you’re too sweet, but please, let me do something for you in return. it’s the least i can do.” he looks dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth before saying, “j-just an autograph and a picture would do, if that’s ok.”

he changed his wallpaper that same night, you on your knees slobbering over his virgin cock. he couldn’t wait to see you again, trailing a finger over the autograph you gave him, your number written right underneath. saving himself for you was so worth it.

-haha hehe haha ho

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whorekneecentral · 2 months

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Completely not inspired by Miss Carmen most recent instagram story of George eating a watermelon and looking freshly fucked. You and George having sex on the beach and both looking freshly fucked as you post a picture of him enjoying the watermelon

had to go looking for this pic

george had suggested belize for your summer holiday and you, desperate for any sort of sunshine, said yes.

the two of you had packed up and off you went, a week in the sunshine doing you both soon good. you both promised to not even think about work and you kept that promise.

if you were exploring, you were tanged in the sheets of your bed. george kept you occupied with his fingers, and his mouth and his cock.

most afternoons, you two ended up on the beach - perks of having a formula one driver as boyfriend, he rents villas directly on the private beach for you to stay in.

your bright pink bikini caught his eye as he stepped out of the house. he could see you splashing around by the water, walking out further for a swim.

in the meantime, he laid his towel out on the sand under the tree and waited for your return.

you dropped yourself directly on top of him, all the sea water dripping onto him. george doesn't say anything but instead smiles and let you laze on him.

he rubs your back softly, undoing the knot that was keeping your bikini top shut.

you find him doing the same with your bottoms. you lift your hips, sitting up on him as he pulls his shorts down.

long story short and many minutes later, the two of you have collapses against each other, all covered in sand when george gets up.

he reties the knot on the back of your bikini top as you redid the ones on your hips. the two of you brush off the sand before heading back up to the balcony.

you left him out there as his phone rang, letting him take his phone call as you went inside to cut up some watermelon, bringing it out a few minutes later.

sitting across from him, you take a picture of him and post it to your story before putting your phone away.

#george russell #george russell x reader #george russell smut

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k2ntoss · 3 months

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okay, so, adding onto your, as of this moment, most recent post, just picture it: you catch onto the fact that jason gets all smug seeing his handiwork on your nails when you jerk him off, and decide to surprise him by going out and testing literally every possible red nail polish available until you find the exact perfect shade that matches his helmet, and giving it to him as part of his gift for some occasion or another (personally I'm thinking either his birthday or Christmas, anniversary could work also)

but like, just imagine how thrilled he would be and how eager he would be to get that colour on your nails, and how impatient he would be for them to dry so he could see them in action, yknow? 👀👀

-🦊 (also omg i have my own tag now?🥹)

allow me to tell you that since you're the first "formal" anon with an emoji you are indeed my favorite, plus i'm always happy to see you around here bc you feed my delusions so thanks 🦊 ily, so yes you have your own tag

jason had to get used to his birthday being a little different since he started dating you, he had a reason to celebrate now and it was lovely, since he woke up you would shower him in details and little gifts and he loved to feel like a spoiled child because he felt all the love you had for him.

this year it wasn't different and his day was filled with things he liked a lot until he had to leave on patrol for a while so it was the perfect opportunity for you to prepare his last gift. it had been a while since he found out he liked painting your nails just to see artwork when you wrapped your hands around his dick, it simply made him grin proudly because it was his girl pleasing him and showing off her pretty nails, done by him so you decided to feed that little monster in jason's head. a whole week going into every store you saw to get the perfect shade of red that could match his helmet, carrying a pic on your phone just of the color to compare it until you found the one.

as soon as he slid into your apartment through the window he noticed the lights of the living room on which meant that you were there waiting for him so he made his way there. as soon as he saw you he took off the helmet, holding it under his arm and giving you a wide grin "isn't it past your bed time, princess?" jason asks teasingly as he walks towards the couch to sit next to you.

"no, it isn't because i have two last things for the birthday boy" you reply with a mischievous smile, handing him a small white box tied with a pretty red bow that he didn't wait to undo just to open the little box.

the smile that crept to his face was enough to know he was thinking about the reason behind the red nail polish bottle he was holding between his fingers, his eyes fixed on yours before he leaned in to kiss you but he stopped as soon as you tilted your head "are you gonna give me your pretty hands or do i have to ask?" jason's voice drops low and it makes a shiver run down your spine and even lower between your legs because you know what he wants.

"isn't it past my bed time? maybe we should wait until tomorrow morning so we can sleep" you reply, pushing jason a little just to build a little more of that pretty glint of need and desperation on his eyes and you let out a chuckle when he shakes his head, hair going messy and his white strand mixing a little with his jet black hair.

"you don't expect me to wait, right? give me your hands and let me see how they look when you use them on my cock, baby" jason's words make you swallow hard before you lay your hands on his thigh so he can start painting your nails and he's quick without messing it not even a little bit and you can't help but smiling when he's blowing on them to dry the nail polish.

"someone is getting a little impatient" you tease him which only earns you a low growl from his lips, he's impatient and needy because you can already see the outline of his half hard dick under his tactical pants and how his chest heaves under the chest plate so you blow a little too on your nails. jason stares at you, he even counts into his head how many minutes he has to wait until his trained eye sees the paint is dry.

"down on your knees. now" he almost barks the order as he spreads his legs to let you sit between them on the floor just to be met by his helmet placed between his thighs "put your pretty hands on the helmet, baby" jason says and you do so, his blood is boiling at the sight because the shade is exactly the same and his hands go a little clumsy when he decides to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants, taking away the helmet just so your hands can start to stroke him over his boxers.

there's soft grunts escaping his lips even if you're not touching him completely yet but he's so turned on by the color on your nails he can't really help it. leaning in he grabs your hips to move your body until you're sitting over his heavy boot, the rough material making you tremble ever so slightly "be a good girl and sit pretty there for me, yeah, love?" his voice is low and he smirks when you are the one sliding your hand under his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard dick, nodding at his words.

for jason there's nothing hotter than his girl but seeing you like this, getting him you know he likes to use with you makes him feel so good, the way you always seem to guess what he would enjoy a lot is like touching heaven and having you know, kneeling in front of him while you jerk him off sitting on his boot feels like the perfect birthday gift. your hand going up and down his length with the right amount of pressure before your thumb slides up to play with his tip drives him crazy, he thrust his hips a little just to urge you to keep going at the same time his hand holds your chin slowly guiding two digits into your mouth "don't you have anything to say to me, baby?" he asks with a smirk as his thumb presses your tongue to mess up with your words.

"happy birthday, jay..."

#⭒ 📬 ⭒#🦊 anon #I NEED TO I NEED TO UHHHHHH #jason todd i need you so BAD #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd blurb #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd smut #red hood imagine #red hood smut #red hood #jason todd #reader insert

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oliviajdjarin · 11 months

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Azriel Shadowsinger: Inertia

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Request: "Hello, I just finished reading your most recent Az work & it was so wonderful ❤️ & I was wondering if you are still taking requests? If so, I was thinking maybe one where reader is helping Az into his leathers and like tying all his armor into place and stuff before he goes off to the war (or just a dangerous mission) and then after he comes back reader also helps him take it all off & just go to bed🥺❤️ If you have time or feel inspired to write this, I would appreciate it."

Warnings: blood, descriptions of gore, knives, cuts, vivid descriptions of anxiety, descriptions of scars, nudity, nightmares, bruises, kissing, very much off canon, pretty much just hurt comfort.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Thank you very much to the person who requested this to me. I am so sorry I cannot find your username anymore, but I hope I have done justice to your idea. And of course thank you to my readers for all the love on my recent fics :)

If you'd like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3

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The Spymaster of the Night Court liked to think he was split in half. Two persons in one body.

The first, the Shadowsinger. Carynthian. One of the most powerful Illyrian warriors to ever exist. Member of the most powerful High Lord's inner circle. Servant of his shadows and infamous throughout all of Prythian.

The second, completely, utterly, entirely owned by the female in his arms.

Your breaths spanned across his chest like waves on sand, spreading across his skin like water, leaving trails of chills in their wake. Your nude body was warm, silky, and serene, rested completely on top of him as if you were holding him down against his will.

In reality, Azriel prayed he died like this. Fully encapsulated by you and only you.

Your body rose as he inhaled and lowered as he exhaled. Your tiny squeaks of breath were a rush of blood to his head. He continually ran his scarred hands across your back and down your spine as you slept, soaking in the feeling of your skin and the storm within his chest at bay. He knew it wouldn't be for long.

He seemed to always be running out of time.

As the minutes ticked on, made apparent by the wooden clock next to his bed, he could feel the first half of his self slowly taking over the second. He could feel the blood lust, the cool rage, the hardening of his heart already beginning to take place. With his mate in his arms, it felt wrong, like he was holding glass his body was itching to drop.

Because of this, he kissed you.

"Y/N," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you again. "Y/N."

He was met with a lucid groan deep within your throat, and he kissed you again.

"I have to go."

With those words your eyes opened, and Az was blinded by their radiance, as he is every day. The area around your eyes was slightly puffed from sleep, adding to the intimacy and mundanity of simply waking up together. Azriel wished he could drink it. Pour it into a glass to perhaps sip on later, when the half of himself he was becoming less and less proud of as the years went on became too much.

You rubbed at said eyes, your body heat against his warming at your increasing blood flow. You leaned forward, propping yourself up and away from him. He sat up with you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

He was desolate without your touch, desperate for as much of it as he could have before having to leave it.

"I'm up," you whispered, yawning. "I'm up."

He chuckled and tucked his mouth against your neck, kissing just underneath your jaw. The softest, most favorite area of his to kiss on you. Your pulse thumping against his lips. Your very life against his mouth.

He was going to fucking miss you.

You pulled him away from you to give his lips a peck before scooting down to the edge of the bed, standing completely up, and stretching your spine and shoulders. Rolling them backwards and forwards, side to side. The line down your back was accentuated as you did this, as well as the shade of your skin in the rising sun.

If Azriel had the choice, he would have kept you in that bedroom all day, and all night, and for all of eternity.

You then made your way across the room to a cushioned chair, draped with every piece of his leathers laid out and ready. He hated the look of it - these agents of carnage on such delicate fabric. It felt absurd, almost sinister.

What was worse was the image of you walking towards them and lifting his tunic into your arms. You faced him, holding it at the ready, and he got up from bed with a sigh. It was deep, bottomless.

He stayed standing anyway.

He walked to you, also nude, and held eye-contact as he did. Your eyes were sunken and sad, but in a way that was not vibrant or pungent. It was in a way that showed you were used to this sadness and fear, that you and your body knew how to handle it.

Always running out of time.

He held up his arms and you slid the tunic over his head. You then turned back around and retrieved his pants, allowing him to step into them. As you buttoned them securely, making sure they were tight enough for his comfort, you began to speak.

"Where to today?" you asked, and despite the dread growing in his stomach, he smiled.

You always asked him for details of his missions before he left for them, desperate for any and every characteristic of them. He always wondered why you did this. He didn't know if you wanted an image of everything that could go wrong, everything that could go right, or even a bit of both.

Part of him wanted to know, but most of him did not.

"Rhys is worried," Azriel replied. "Beron is getting worse, according to Eris anyway, and plans on meeting with the mortal queens in the Autumn Court tonight at dusk. Eris is meant to sneak me in so I can get a read on what they're planning."

You hummed, finishing off his pants and reaching behind you to add his vest. You then began adding his padding, and your eyes remained focused on his body.

"You don't like that?"

You shrugged. "I don't trust Eris."

He nodded, helping you smooth the vest down comfortably to his body. "I wish I could disagree with you."

You looked up at him then, leaving your hands on his pecks. "You shouldn't be going alone."

"I have to," he replied. "Cassian can't be incognito for shit."

You smiled faintly, but the dull fear remained.

"Besides, I'm never alone," he said, gesturing behind him. "My shadows will keep me safe, alert me if something is going wrong, and protect me."

Your breath was warm against his face as you said, "And you will get out of there if they tell you to, if your gut is telling you to."

He held your face in his hands. "I will get out of there, and I will come back home."

You nodded, still unconvinced, but kissed him anyway.

You then added his pauldrons to his legs and thighs, smoothing them against his pants and assisting him with his boots, before finally latching on his shoulder and stomach spaulder. He could feel some tension relieve on your shoulders as you did this, allowing the knowledge that despite entering enemy territory, he was still protected. His heart and vital organs were protected by the best Rhysand could get.

He could see a little bit of his mate come back into herself as you processed that knowledge. It wasn't enough, he knew that, but it helped you, and that was more than enough for him.

You gave the covering a quick jab, both to test the strength and cut the tension, sending Az staggering back a few steps. You both smiled at each other as he found his footing.

"How does a warning sound for next time?" he chuckled.

"Tell that to your fancy shadows," you countered, and he shook his head, his eyes a glowing gold.

Never enough time.

You then picked up his gloves from the cushioned chair, and held the pair of them in one hand while taking his left hand in the other. You rubbed a thumb down his scars, tracing each divot and crease, before pressing a swift kiss to his palm. You then pulled the matching glove on over the skin, and repeated the process with his right hand.

That act, that simple kiss and touch, was more intimate and profound than any act of sex the two of you had ever and would ever share to him. It showed him that you acknowledged it for what it was - painful, foreign, damaged - but also saw it for its beauty. Its symbolism of survival and strength. Its necessity for him to become the male he was today.

It's safe to say he cried like a true Illyrian baby when you kissed him like that the first time, and teared up every time after that.

After his gloves were on him comfortably, you put on the finishing touches of his leathers before taking a few steps back, you admiring him, and him admiring you. Him wrapped in wealth and power, shadow and danger, death and cool, icy focus on his objective. You, bare to him, soft, vulnerable, pure, stripped clean of anything and everything except for who you truly were.

On Azriel's dark days, he believed that in that moment, you both were who you truly were.

You looked him up and down, the playfulness and peace from a few moments before slowly dissipating from the air, and he pulled you back to him when he saw the fear enter your eyes again. The rough leather against your soft skin made him feel dirty, nauseous even at the thought of you getting anywhere close to the person he became when he wore them, but he pushed the feeling to the side as best as he could.

"I will come home," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. "I will come home."

You nodded, eyes slowly lining with tears, and he elected to console you with touch. Bestowing kisses against your hairline, down your temples, across your cheeks, down your nose, and nearly against your lips.

Never to your lips. It was his silent promise that he would be back, and he would kiss you well.

He pressed one last kiss against your mouth before departing from the room, not looking back, the first half of his personhood taking control, and the cool focus of the Spymaster and Shadowsinger of the Night Court overtook his being completely.

~*~

Azriel's wish came true. He could disagree with you about not trusting Eris, because he was the only reason Azriel got out of there undetected, unscathed, and uninjured.

Azriel did not, however, trust him to keep his fucking mouth shut. The entire way there and back, constantly vague, rogue comments about Mor never telling anyone the full story of what happened between her and him, how Rhys was too much unchecked power, and how Nesta would be much happier elsewhere.

Azriel's heart went out to the male, knowing how he was treated at home and the abuse he had endured from his father, but that didn't mean he never wanted to clock his teeth in.

Despite the fact that Azriel was coated in sweat and mud, exhausted beyond belief, his inertia that was fueled by adrenaline was slowly fading, and that he desperate to be horizontal, when Eris suggested stopping at an Inn until morning, Azriel would not budge.

"I'm going home," he responded, "with or without you, I'm going home."

Eris was smart enough to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the journey.

After days that felt like weeks, Azriel was at your doorstep - sore, tired, but so fucking happy he could barely contain himself. He knocked, a pattern of one-two-one, but the door nearly flew off its hinges before his second beat. He was met with only a flash of your face through his hazed, swollen eyes, before you wrapped yourself around him, colliding with him in an embrace unique to lovers. One of complete surrender and relief, and he met you head on, holding you so tight to him he raised you off the ground and could feel your ribs squeezing against him so harshly it was painful for the both of you.

Neither of you felt any pain, only relief, and true completeness.

He tucked his head in your neck, listening to your pulse and kissing that spot he loved so much, as you ran your hands through his hair.

"Azriel," you whispered against him, "Azriel."

He put you down and looked into your eyes. "What?"

You smiled, only mischief, play, and knowing written on your face. A look that said, "pay up."

He gladly obliged.

He didn't kiss you softly, or slowly, or reverently. He kissed you like he had been wanting to for days - hungrily. He was starving, aching for you in a way that he was unable to describe. It was down to his bones, the tether in his chest clamoring to connect with its other half.

He felt whole again, and he wanted the feeling forever.

His kisses slowed down as he pushed you into the house, shutting and locking the door behind him without leaving your lips. The two of you could not stop fucking smiling as you moved into the bedroom, and he sat himself down on the cushioned chair. You climbed onto his lap, kissing him with only love, only passion.

You slowly pulled away after a few more short kisses to frame his face with your hands, caressing his skin, looking into his eyes, reaffirming what you already knew.

The most beautiful male you had ever known was completely, utterly, entirely yours.

You could not deny, however, that his under-eyes were a dark shade of violet, as well as the area around them puffy and red.

He was tired.

"Come on," you whispered, climbing off of him. "Stand up."

You pulled him to his feet, his stance unsteady and weak, and began to pull his leathers off, piece by piece. You set them back onto the chair behind you delicately, but quickly, as the male standing before was practically sleeping standing up.

He couldn't help it. His chest was warm. His heart was full. His love was back in his arms.

After removing every inch down to his tunic and boots, he pulled you back up to his mouth, and you kissed him softly. Your fingertips lined his jaw while his gripped your waist.

You kissed him once, twice, three times before pulling away. "You need to sleep."

He blinked, then blinked again. Like he was trying to wake up from a dream. "You're right."

You chuckled and led him to bed, helping him to lay down. You then stripped yourself of all your clothing and tucked yourself in beside him. His eyes were already closed, his breaths were already evening, but with one last burst of energy, he pulled you into his chest, laying you on top of him the same way he did on your final morning together. He kissed you one last time, and you could have sworn he was asleep already when he mumbled against your mouth.

"Told you I'd come home."

You smiled against his neck, listening to the sounds of him in sleep and whispered, "I missed you."

For once, the two of you had all the time in the world.

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13thdoctorposts · 5 months

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Sometimes it’s important to know when to let a show go.

When 13 regenerated into 14 and had her clothes burnt off like a witch on a stake, sending a horrible message about women and gender RTD came out and said he did it to protect David from right wing media. Then the fans defended David coming back and that RTD would address why he had that face and why the clothes also regenerated, although I was upset with 13s regeneration I thought ok I’ll wait and see how this get handles. Because even though I don’t like the real world messaging maybe the in world messaging will be enough to make it ok.

But then what happens? We get a trans story for the very first story with very positive messaging for trans issues which is great but undermined by the fact RTD wanted to protect David from gender critiques by the right wing but didn’t seem to want to protect Yasmin Finney. So first David can’t wear Jodies costume for protection but then RTD has Yasmin live through being deadnamed in the show which she herself has said made her uncomfortable and then also gave her character the line of telling the Doctor to not assume pronouns… which any of the characters could have done but RTD chose Rose and then what happen? What always happens with the right wing, the pronoun line and the male presenting line are the ones that the right wing all go on about in every video, in every article… they deadname the character and then misgender and say horrible things about Yasmin… so RTD protects the 50+ year old white man who’s worn way more feminine things then 13 outfit in his career the media could use if they wanted to go after him but don’t protect the 20 year old Trans Woman? How people aren’t talking about how fucked up that is I don’t know.

Then we get no reason why the Doctor has that face and why the clothes regenerated on them. Then in their own regeneration… they don’t! They bi-regenerates and this time Ncuti does get the Doctor clothes, well half of them… why didn’t 15 regenerate with their own clothes? No instead we have the new Doctor walking around with no pants on… and why is it that 15 has to go pantless and not David? are we protecting David again? Perfectly fine to have a bunch of pics of 15 in his tighty whities and no pants but again David could not be seen in 13s full gender neutral outfit.

Then to top all this off theres no mention in the loves lost of Yaz… even though the Doctor chose to drop her off in a park 3 days ago after telling her if they could Date anyone it would be Yaz… is that not love lost? Was saying good bye to Yaz not an emotional trigger? Now people are saying thats because only the dead were brought up… Rose is not dead unlike Yaz Rose is not only alive in another Dimension but also got herself a Doctor… Yaz currently is mourning the Doctor while they cant even seem to remember she existed despite dropping her off 3 days a go… so they weren’t all dead… however Rose was over 1000 years ago and Yaz 3 days ago… what hurts more the lost of someone you loved but who is still alive from 50 years ago or the one you lost last week? What makes logical sense is the love you lost most recently hurts the most… and people dont need to die for you to hurt losing them from your life if you love them.

Now we have 2 Doctors and people are already saying they can’t wait for David Tennant episodes, so if you think the 10th Doctor overshadowed the other Doctors when he was no longer the Doctor how overshadowed do you think the first main Doctor of colour is going to be when lots of peoples favourite white Doctor ever is also a legitimate Doctor in universe existing at the exact same time with a TARDIS? Ncuti doesn’t event get to be the only Doctor during his tenure he has to share it with David.

The lastly no mentions of Yaz at all… seems shes completely forgotten and at the very end the Doctor says they are finally with their family the happiest he’s ever been… what a diss of every TARDIS team ever that the Doctor has found family with… your last crew you literally called your ‘Fam’, the Ponds you actually married into… Susan was your flesh and blood… but no this family you haven’t seen in 1000 years, of which only one of who was part of your TARDIS team are the ones you finally found family with and make you the happiest you’ve ever be? Literally at the exact same time the Doctor is sitting at that table saying all of that, Yaz is mourning the Doctor and not wanting to have left the TARDIS, but she doesn’t get a mention because for some reason if it’s a wlw relationship it means nothing and can be ignored completely.

Honestly by the end the Doctor just seems like a complete prick, and not in a 13 I’m dealing with internal trauma and I accidentally snapped way but just in a I’m a shit person way. Talk about compromised morals, people wouldn’t shut up about it with 13 but the Doctor just left a young woman to mourn them while being the “happiest they have ever been” grabbing themselves a new family and pretending Yaz doesn’t exist. Talk about shit morals. People say Chibs didn’t know anything from 12s era, which wasn’t true it directly affected the way 13 kept the fam at arms length but after watching this clearly RTD didn’t even know what happened in the episode 14 regenerated from 13 in and the previous episode Legend of the Sea Devils, because surely if you did, you wouldn’t not mention Yaz at all and give a reason why the Doctor wouldn’t go see her while she’s mourning them and just grabbing a new family and claiming to be the happiest you’ve ever been in the 2000 years of life you remember. Because that would make the character look like a prick, not a hero, which is exactly what happened. If RTD is the amazing writer people claim, he could have come up with a Yaz mention and a reason why the Doctor wasn’t going to see her.

I know not everyone was happy with the wlw representation with Thasmin but you know what’s way worse? Not even mentioning it or even acknowledging Yaz’s existence.

And to top it off I am so very very over the double standard of the fandom… this episode, had plot holes, had important things that weren’t explained… like why that face and why did the clothes regenerate… things that weren’t explained that weren’t so important like where did the sonic screw driver come from, why can it do all the things it now does… it had racism from both the Toymaker and Donna… what on earth was that line about ‘do you come in every colour’, was paced poorly, it clearly should have been longer and decided to mess with lore by creating bi-rengeration out of thin air and not explaining how it would effect things going forward or why it even happen, like a true WTF… if Chibs had done even one of these things, or wrote this episode the exact same way the fandom would be coming for him instead they are praising the genius of RTD not caring about any of those things, all the sins they claimed Chibs did and some of them on a bigger scale in this episode but the treatment of RTD is the polar opposite.

It’s unbelievably hypocritical, and makes the fandom look even worse for being so hard on the first female Doctor because none of this was acceptable for her but its not only fine but great with a male Doctor.

So I think it’s time for me to let this show go, and know it’s time to bow out. Because unlike the people who have been horrible about 13 for the last 6 years I understand sometimes you have to step away from something you love when its no longer for you and leave it for other people to love.

Im out with 13.

#13th doctor #thirteenth doctor #thirteen #13 #yasmin khan #thasmin #yaz #yaz khan #13 era #dw

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oh, so y'all thought i wasn't gonna write about this? everyone's gonna suffer along with me on this thursday, bc he's literally my adonis, his sexy ass </3

general tags/warnings: boyfriend!chan, female! reader, sexting into video call sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, reader (kenny) is obsessed with chan's muscle groups

word count: 1.3k

notes: y'all this chan dropped this morning, had me feeling things, and then this was born, god he's so sexy, wanna suck him off so bad.. anyways, hope y'all enjoy and lemme know if ya liked it :')

imagine chan working out after his schedule, alone in the gym, finishing his last set of weights. he notices his phone light up from across the room, picking it up from where he left it on the floor. he smiles as your name appears along with the green message icon, envisioning your sweet voice as he reads your text:

baby: heyyy, how was ur day? been thinkin about you 🤍

you lie in your bed, in nothing but one of chan's t-shirts and a pair of panties. chan was coming to see you later on the day, and you couldn't wait. even though it had only been a few days since you last saw each other, you couldn't get enough of him. as your mind continues to wander, the ping of a new notification immediately brings you back to reality.

channie: it was pretty good, i'm about to finish my workout. i've been thinking about you too, pretty girl :)

you clench around nothing as you read his new message over two things. one, he called you pretty girl which always got you going; two, he was at the gym. working out. probably shirtless. all of beautifully shaped muscles on display.

you never admitted this to your boyfriend directly, but you were obsessed with his muscles. his shoulders and back are so broad and strong, you felt them up whenever you could. whenever his arms flexed while doing something, you couldn't help but bite down on your lip, thinking about what it would be like to slightly tighten his grasp when his hands were on your throat. and his abs? you so desperately wanted to sink down on them and ride chan, praising him for how sculpted he is and how he makes you feel so good.. all this was on your mind and more as you typed out your response.

baby: oh? ur working out today? 😏 knowing you, ur shirt's probably somewhere across the room 🤣

chan smirks, laughing to himself at your guess. he still had his white shirt on with his sleeves rolled up, but something in him wanted to take the conversation in a new direction.

chan: i mean, it's not, but who's to say i can't take it off right now?

chan: maybe send you a pic or two...

you freeze at the most recent message. you were already needy for him, and he was voluntarily giving you the chance? you couldn't pass this up.

baby: chan, don't tease me.. pls..

baby: if ur serious about this, then lemme see

baby: wanna have you pin me down with those arms 😩

without a second thought, chan takes off his shirt and tosses it across the room. he angles himself in the mirror correctly so you can see all of him, his left arm holding the waistband of his shorts as if he wants you to see more.

then, he takes a video, the camera facing him this time. not saying a word, he smirks at the camera as it goes from his face all the way down to his waist, making sure you could see his defined muscles up close.

he can feel his dick get hard as he types out his next message, sitting down on one of the benches, already thinking about what he would do to you later on that night.

channie: [image]

channie: [video]

channie: how is it, pretty girl? like what you see? 😏

you were already gone, hands playing with your clit outside your panties, thinking about the last time you had sex with chan. how he pinned you down, how his thrusts were so strong, and how his muscles flexed so deliciously...

you grab your phone with your free hand, and you whimper at the pics he sent you. but you're not ready when you press play on the video, moaning at how insanely hot he is, and he wasn't even doing much.

baby: fuck, channie

baby: ur so fucking sexy

baby: i need u so so bad 🥺

chan moves to lock the door of the room he was in, making sure no one could disturb or see him. he sits back down and opens up the camera again, this time taking a video of him from the waist down.

channie: [video]

channie: need you too, baby

channie: so much that my dick is rock hard now

channie: need you inside of me too

you open the video to reveal chan's big dick, his hands running up and down his shaft, his tip starting to get red. you were in a trance at how he moved, your hands starting to hurt from moving faster.

an idea pops in your head, and you find the voice recorder, tapping on it and the numbers appear across the screen.

"mmm, channie, a-ahh, channie... i'm so wet for you, i'm touching myself but it doesn't f-feel the same at all," you whine feeling your stomach starting to coil, "want you to make me come all over my sh-sheets, a-ah!"

you hit send, and sit up, not wanting to come just yet. you get your vibrator from your drawer, glancing at your phone and noticing that chan has listened and kept your dirty little voice message. seconds after, his name flashes across your screen as a video call. you toss your vibrator on the bed, and set up your phone on top of your pillows. you accept the call just before it disappears.

"damn, my pretty girl doesn't waste any time, does she?" is the first thing you hear as you lift up your shirt so he could see your lower body. you grab the vibrator and slowly place it on your clit, looking directly into the camera as you begin to grind down, loudly moaning at how it amplified how you were feeling.

"s-shit, ch-chan," is all you can manage to say in the moment.

"does it feel good, baby? i know you already wish it was me filling that tight pussy up," he groans as he goes back to touching himself. "god, you're gonna be so in for it tonight."

"i wish you were here, this vibrator only does so much, you're so much better, fuck, those pics you sent me turn me on so much.. you're so big and broad, i just want you ruin me and make me yours."

he smirks, wanting to take you further to the edge. "well, who makes you feel this good, baby? who always gets you so wet your panties are soaked? say my name, baby, tell me you're mine," he tilts his head back as he moves his hand faster on his dick.

"i'm yours, chan, i'm yours! 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, love you s-so much, are you close? " you whine, feeling your climax quickly approaching.

" 'm getting there baby, but you're gonna cum? do it for me then, baby. cum all over those sheets while you're thinking of me fucking you, can't wait to get inside of you.."

you gasp for air as you finally release all of you, chanting his name as if it was the only ting you knew. seeing you cum, chan comes into his hands, his fingers coated in his own juices.

"channie," you sweetly say as you bring your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean, teasing him by taking them in and out. "don't you wanna come taste me yourself?"

he groans out, clearly enjoying the extra show you were putting on for him. "you better take off those panties and get ready for me," he says as he comes out of view to grab his shirt. "i'm hightailing it to your place, i need to have you."

"then come make me feel good baby," you say as you blow a kiss, smiling at chan, ending the video call.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen imagine #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x you #lee chan smut #chan smut #dino smut #lee chan fanfic #dsvtt: kenny’s works

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Companions on social media

Cait; Posts gym thirst traps and videos of her working out or getting into fistfights. Can be found in the comments and DMs of women, gay or otherwise. Lots of activity in sobriety and self-help communities. Doesn’t have a lot of followers, but does fundraiser streams for a week every three months she's sober. The money goes to child abuse prevention foundations. Her most recent charity streams had her trying to get all achievements on Just Dance after someone donated 10k requesting it.

Codsworth; self-help videos for people struggling to take care of themselves. How to tidy up, how to take effective breaks, what needs to be cleaned in a house and what supplies you need...very useful, very popular with college students and teens. Once posted a video of him going at wasps with a chainsaw and gained a million subs overnight.

Curie; children's educational YouTube channel that's, somehow, more popular with young adults. Science experiments gone wrong. Think Jackass and Mythbusters hosted by a tiny French woman who approaches everything with the joy and whimsy of My Little Pony. Her most popular videos are her 100k subscriber specials, a series where she goes ghost and cryptid hunting to disprove them and demonstrate the fraudulence you can find behind such things.

Danse; has a Facebook for work purposes. It has a profile photo only because Haylen insisted. Fears the internet deeply, thinks its the closest humanity can get to staring into the void and seeing something blink. Unbeknownst to him, there's a viral video of him teaching a workout regimen to trainees. The comment sections are pure thirst. All of his coworkers know and made an oath to never speak of it.

Deacon; Is the one who snuck into training and got that video. Posted it to r/NextFuckingLevel with 🥵🥵🥵 for a caption. Owns several large meme accounts, all with distinct personalities and lives. Someone tried to dox him after suspicions, but found all accounts had different IPs and info. He's just that good. His Facebook changes profile photo every. Single. Day. He consumes an absurd amount of audio books. Drops CRAZY money on charity streams to make the host do weird shit, like 100% Just Dance. Probably sells feet pics.

Dogmeat; The internet's darling. Nick Valentine's dog who doesn't help with catching bad guys, but with far more important things; Dogmeat cuddles and plays with victims at the scene or in court. Also trained in search and rescue. Much of Dogmeat's page is just Nick sharing important information (hotlines, self-defense, survival tips, et cetera) while petting or playing with Dogmeat. Kind of a McGruff the Crime Dog vibe.

Gage; Facebook that he uses to cyberbully cop pages and Craigslist to offer his...unconventional services (pretending to be your boyfriend at family gatherings to cause drama). His pet lizard, an Argentine Tegu, has an Instagram with 3k followers. The Tegu often wins pet competitions and Gage posts the awards captioned with 🖕🏻💚🦎💚🖕🏻. Works at an amusement park, posts tell-all confessions on Reddit.

MacCready; Facebook with friends and family, posts a lot of Duncan. His YouTube history is videos for Duncan. Lots of Curie's videos. Mac has a Craigslist and LinkedIn, does odd jobs when he isn't working as a security guard at a shooting range. Activite in communities about comics, shows, and video games. Sometimes he'll post a theory about a show or comic and he's usually right. Really enjoys the meltdowns of fandoms when the media takes a nasty turn, even if he's also betrayed.

Nick; Ellie runs Dogmeat's page, Nick just does the talking. As for Nick himself, has some pages for his work (that Ellie also manages) and a Facebook profile to stay in touch with friends and family. Much like Danse, consumes media offline—except for poetry. Most of his screen time is spent on Poetry.com, one of those people that leave comments. He likes how the internet makes information and art accessible. Very peaceful and wholesome internet time.

Hancock; The void that Danse is scared of. Also does streams, but not only for fundraisers. Streams high. Streams himself trying to find his way back to his apartment late at night. Always end up in a fast food joint, trying to convince the workers to unionize. Twitter shitposter until a politician needs cyberbullying. Organizes protests. Extremely active in Massachusetts' political scene, his fans are a force to be reckoned with. Has fistfought his own fans before. Occasionally cancels himself to prove a point. Makes mock apology videos whenever another celeb/influencer fucks up.

Preston; Park ranger and community organizer. Uses Facebook and TikTok to appeal to all ages. Is unfairly good at TikTok dances. Posts safety tips, upcoming event information, etc. Does a lot of work with Dogmeat and Nick. Posts bodycam footage of him arresting people, like shutting down fire-themed gender reveal parties, or poachers. Not a lot of followers, but the bodycam footage goes viral on subreddits like r/Instant_Karma.

Piper; a journalist and blogger. Posts videos of her political rants and makeup/hair routine. Joins Hancock in politician cyberbullying. Makes commentary essays and videos, sometimes book reviews. Appears on podcasts. Her media presence is decently known, but mild. She tries to keep herself distant from it. Despite this, has a good-sized following who appreciate the lack of parasociality. Her most famous video is her trying to find the best coffee spots in Boston.

X6-88; security guard for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who got stuck running the Twitter when the last guy got arrested on weed charges. Piper keeps DMing for an interview and he keeps blocking her accounts. He has LinkedIn for work. Half of it is redacted and involves NDAs. No other media presence except for one thing; he's an infamous esports cryptid. Across a few different shooter games, a high-rank player called X6-88 (its just his first initial and the numbers on his security badge) fucking curbstomps everyone in the match. He has never died or missed a shot. Never speaks in chat, never in team chat. He's a legend among gamers. For him, he's just relaxing on a Friday night, keeping his senses sharp. Doesn't realize there are compilation videos of streamers raging at him.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #robert joseph maccready #john hancock #X6-88 #porter gage #companions react #i rlly liked making this this was fun #im probably going to do more of these

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zyonsay · 6 months

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Wildfire, Chapter Two MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You almost scored a win, but Max wouldn't let that happen. The McLaren boys want to take your mind off of things!

Warnings: Swearing, Max is a bit of an asshole,Reader has anger issues, Slight Violence, Alcohol, Ki ki ki rah sweat sweat

Now playing: 'Monaco' by Bad Bunny

AN: This was a STRAIN! School is beating my ass recently and it's really difficult for me to get anything done BUT i really want to write this fic!

(Here is the previous chapter)

(Here is the next chapter)

The race season was in full swing, and you’d been doing well. Max had, as per usual, always taken the victory, but most of the time you were on the podium next to him. You were a great new asset to Red bull, and many of the fans seemed to like you. You started discovering more and more memes about you on Instagram and Twitter that would make you chuckle. (Or X? Man idk)

People saw you as a two-sided coin, since your charismatic, silly moments were accompanied by boiling, blood red rage when something messes up the race. Numerous fans compared you to Max when he first entered F1, calling you a “Smaller version of Mad Max.”

You guys’ interactions felt like witnessing two proud stags smash their antlers against each other. No full-on fights have ensued yet, but the tense feeling between you two can be felt by everyone from miles away. It was like the calm before a storm, electric energy surging through the air, waiting to strike when things get any more heated.

Your sassy, provocative nature could bring his blood to a boil easily, often causing him to glare at you from far away or leave some snarky remarks while passing by. This dynamic wasn’t optimal for Redbull, having two drivers who clash off the grid might also clash on the grid. As long as the situation wouldn’t get worse, they’d let you two entertain the fans bit more, but Christian kept a close eye on both you and Max.

Usually your bickering was harmless,

But today you could’ve strangled him right then and there in the paddock after the race. Luckily Horner got a hold of you and dragged you away, you felt like an angry dog being put on a chain outside the house by its owner.

What happened a few minutes before angered you deeply. Max profoundly refused to let you pass him, even if you had to brake to not crash into the rear end of his car. You could’ve had the first place if it weren’t for him blocking your way. Saying you were enraged was a pathetic understatement. You were steaming with rage and wanted to smash his head against a wall.

You, Lando and Oscar were strolling towards an Ice cream truck that Oscar had found on google maps. The race weekend was over but many of the drivers decided to stay a bit longer in the beautiful city. Tough it was extremely hot, which was the reason why Oscar and Lando wanted to go for Ice cream, what they didn’t tell you tough is that they wanted to distract you from your conflict with Max.

After paying for your Ice cream, you three made your way to a bench, sitting down and enjoying your refreshments. You chose pistachio ice cream, savoring the sweet, nutty taste. “Have y’all heard about the party tonight?” Lando glanced at the buildings nearby, enjoying the fancy exterior, thinking about snapping a pic for his .jpg account. “I mean, we all know that there will be one, but I didn’t catch any specifics.” Lando now looked at you and Oscar. “Danny told me about it, it’s in the grand Casino at eleven O’ Clock. I really want to go, but I wanted to drag you both with me. Are y’all coming?” He mustered up his best puppy eyes and began pouting. A hearty laugh escaped you, almost causing you to drop your ice cream. “Sure dude! I can’t wait to have some fun.” Oscar grinned, agreeing with what you said. You guys spent some more time shopping and checking out some must-see sights of the city. Lando bought Oscar a little Koala plushie with sunglasses calling it "Oscahs Doppelgänger.” You really liked hanging out with the two McLaren boys, spending time with them meant lots of joking and messing around.

“Hurry the fuck up Y/N, its almost eleven!” Landos voice rang over his obnoxious banging on the door. You rolled your eyes and checked your outfit one more time in the mirror before heading out. You were greeted with a friendly smile from Oscar and Lando who looks like he’ll bounce around the walls like a gummy ball. He could’ve well exploded on the spot with excitement. He and Piastri were both a tiny bit older than you, but Lando was still a kid at heart.

Lando, Oscar and you walked through the city, heading straight for the big, fancy Casino. Even from far away you spotted a familiar, smiley face. “Oi! Danny!” You waved at him, gaining his attention. He was smiling broadly as usual, walking up to your little group. “Hey guys! Looks like Lando managed to drag you along, eh?” He was obviously wearing one of his flash banging party shirts, it wouldn’t be Daniel Ricciardo if he wasn’t wearing something obnoxious, right?

The four of you chitchatted for a while, when Oscar asked: “Were you waiting for someone?” Daniel looked down at his wristwatch; it was already five past eleven. “I was actually. Me and Max wanted to meet up at eleven. Don’t know where he is, maybe he already went inside.” He shrugged, glancing you way as he noticed you tensing up at the sound of the Dutchman’s name. You definitely haven’t forgotten the race earlier that day. The guys stayed quiet for a few moments as the chilly night air blew around your legs, contrasting with the warm weather during the day. Lando was the first to break the silence. “Can we finally go in?”

Once you entered the gigantic building, colorful lights and the smell of overly expensive alcohol flooded your senses. A few familiar faces were dancing, drinking, and laughing, but there were also many you didn’t know. Daniel led the group towards the bar, buying you all a round of shots. “Gotta start the night the right way!”, he laughed before downing the burning liquid. The vodka fueled the sparks in your guts and turned them into a fire. You were going to have fun tonight.

Suddenly a loud voice appeared behind you. “Hey Danny!” You froze for a second before turning around and facing the man you’ve been wanting to murder since this morning. “Oi, Max! Thought I’d never see you!” Daniel abandoned the bar stool to pat Max on the back. Oscar, who was sitting next to you, turned in your direction and whispered. “We don’t have to hang around with him. Let’s just leave- “, you interrupted him, “No. Its ok.” You were too busy glaring at Max to notice Oscars worried expression, not that he thought you’d attack Verstappen out of nowhere, but he was concerned that a teasing comment from Max was enough for you to snap. As he later would find out, it was.

Max didn’t pay any attention to you, obviously not feeling as irritated as you were. The casino was warm from the sheer number of people inside, the loud music mixed with laughing and chatting. Daniel was going on about some experience he had the day before while exploring the city. You were halfheartedly listening to your friends rambling while you were observing your friends’ mimics. Your eyes landed on your fellow Redbull driver. He was listening carefully, asking a question every now and then. He then glanced at you quickly, catching you looking at him. Max then quickly looked away again.

After a while, Lando pulled you away from the bar and towards the dance floor. He was definitely drunk by now and was all giggly and happy. “C’monnnn, dance with me!”, Lando slurred.

It must’ve already been a few hours since you arrived at the Casino, but time flew by so fast. Oscar stated that he was getting tired and wanted to go home in the next hour or so, while Lando was as lively as ever and could go the whole night. You agreed with Oscar though, since you were tired and had an appointed Press conference for tomorrow. Daniel and Max wanted to stay a little longer but agreed to accompany you outside to say goodbye. Once outside, a cold shiver ran down your spine. The city was illuminated by bright lights and a howling wind was brushing through its streets. Daniel stopped, facing the rest of the group.

“We definitely gotta go out together more often!” Lando nodded enthusiastically, glancing your way as if inviting you to go out with him more often.

“Yeah, once Y/N doesn’t hold a grudge against me, I saw those glares.” Max laughed, but you couldn’t help but judgingly glance at him. His face was red and his posture a bit wobbly.

“You’re the one complaining about me during Interviews.” The venom in your voice was very apparent, you made no effort to hide your disdain. Max looked hesitant for a second before his expression hardened. Daniel seemed to feel awkward, not exactly knowing how to deal with you two firecrackers. Max focused his eyes on your face, not wincing under your glare. “And you were the one crying around about me winning this morning?”, he laughed again, seeking eye contact with the others as if to justify his words. The McLarens Aussie next to you looked deeply worried, as If he already suspected what happened next.

The blood in your veins began boiling, you could literally feel it. A heavy push from your side caused Max to stumble back. “Don’t fucking go there you dick. You just couldn’t handle me winning, right?” Your fellow Redbull driver was now shaken awake, glaring at you with a bitter look on his face. “Don’t get mad at me because you lost, fucking Dickhead.”

You were SO ready to ruin his stupid face with a good punch.

…but before you could actually get violent a certain Honey badger stepped in. “Lads, calm your tits! I think it’s best if we all go to our hotel rooms now.” Oscar was holding you back, worrying what would happen if he’d let go of the raging man in his arms. The other McLaren boy was standing next to you guys, unsure what to do. Daniel gave Max a heavy pat on the shoulder and gave him a serious look. “Let’s go get some sleep, buddy.” Max’s eyes never left yours, like a hunter stalking its prey.

But you won’t budge under him.

#male reader #gay #f1 x male reader #f1 fanfic #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #f1 fic #f1 x reader

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vilsoo · 1 year

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WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?⌇ghostface!eren jaeger

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 6,219

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : as you were getting ready for a horror movie night, you receive a call from your ex-fwb, eren, reminiscing about you being his perfect little fucktoy before your new boyfriend. but all that sweet talking, nostalgia, and reminiscing suddenly takes an ominous, dark turn…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : home invasion, dubcon, yandere, slight stalking, phone sex, jealousy, implied infidelity, chase scene, blackmailing, slight knife play, many plot twists. do not interact if you are uncomfortable with dark content. ⚠︎

inspired by augustinthewinter’s nsfw audio but with more darkness and intensity.

‎ HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

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You and your boyfriend love when October arrives. The Autumn weather dropping cooler, the shimmering mass of cornelian leaves flittering around, and of course the Halloween thrill. Venturing haunted houses, baking cookies, eating candy, drinking pumpkin spiced lattes, watching classic horror movies, decorating, dressing up, and shopping at Spirit Halloween. Although you were excited to dress up and go all out with your boyfriend this Halloween, you both decided on a much better option— staying indoors to watch a horror movie while eating some Halloween cookies.

You’ve been talking to this man for almost six months until you finally made it official the other day. This will be your first time spending Halloween home alone together and you already know what’s about to go down. You couldn’t contain the excitement stirring in your stomach. After cleaning the house, baking the cookies, and arranging everything neatly, you went back to your room to get ready before he arrives.

After finishing up in your bathroom, you walk over to your phone charging on your bedroom floor and wait for it to turn on, checking for any new texts or notifications. Sadly, your boyfriend hasn’t texted back yet. While you were lingering on your phone, your screen suddenly fades to an incoming call from an unknown number. You analyzed the number and instantly recognized that the area code matches yours. Perhaps it was a number from some acquaintance that you forgot to save. Feeling a bit skeptical, you unplugged your phone and took it with you to sit down on the bed and answer.

You sighed and held your phone against your ear. “Hello?”

“Hi… It’s been a minute, right?”

Just after hearing that voice, your body fell frozen like a deer caught in headlights. That spine-chilling, sultry, warm voice that sends your heart pounding erratically and leaves you breathless. You could feel your stomach twisting and your lungs tightening. The excitement you were feeling awhile ago had now became this gut-wrenching and unsettling mood. All because of a phone call from a man you used to fuck around with…

“Eren...?” you fretted. “Why are you calling me?”

“Well, I saw your story on Instagram just now. So you guys are, like, official now?”

You frowned, thinking about your entire Instagram story from today until you realized he was talking about the most recent one: you and your boyfriend with cute candid pics layered like a collage along with your favorite song playing.

“…Why does that matter to you?”

“‘Cuz… I just wanted to congratulate you two,” Eren hefted a chuckle, then sighing deeply from making the situation slightly awkward awhile after. “You know— for some reason, just seeing that after rapidly tapping through other boring stories… I really shouldn’t be this fucking pissed.”

“Are you fucking serious? We literally established before there are no strings attached. You know what— honestly, this call was a waste of time. I’m gonna go.”

“So why’d you answer anyways, sweetheart?” Eren cooed as if he was teasing you, the same way he used to tease you before with the allure in his voice.

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Because… I didn’t know who you were… I unsaved you from my contacts because, you know…”

You hear him chuckle across the line and your stomach felt like it was all tied up in knots. “Fine, I guess I’ll take that. But back to what I was talking about earlier… your Instagram story, right? Those photos of you and your new man, smiling together and having his arm around you… You know, speaking of photos— I’m looking at a really cute photo of you right now. Can you guess which one?”

“Eren, please... I really shouldn’t be talking to you right now. And why do you still have those photos of me?”

“For momentums, of course,” he coaxed. “What do you think I’m gonna do, send ‘em to your boyfriend? You think I’m that kind of asshole?”

“No! No, I never said that… But— but which photo is it?” you faltered, suddenly thinking back on the wildness you and Eren had together as a fling.

“The fact that you asked,” he sneered. “We took a lot, I know… There’s a whole bunch of photos and videos of us still in my camera roll. But it’s the one of you on your kitchen floor… with your ass in the air and my cock in your mouth.”

You remembered it. You can even visualize it so clearly. The time when you dragged Eren out of a Halloween party you went together last year, him taking you home and getting it on right at your kitchen. Oh the irony of spending Halloween this year with a different man you genuinely had feelings for and so deeply committed to spend all of your time together.

Across the line, Eren took a moment for staring right at you in the picture in awe, exhaling deeply and feeling his cock throb in his pants. “God… you look so fucking good like this. Such a mess. Your lips just wrapped around me, drooling down my dick… Those pretty eyes looking right up at me and into the camera…”

“Okay, that’s enough. I don’t care how much you miss what we had, but we really shouldn’t be talking right now. I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he pouted. “We haven’t talked in months and I can’t check in on my girl? My favorite girl that made me feel like the luckiest man in the planet because you were into me?”

My favorite girl.

After lingering on his words that you knew was supposed to tempt you, your heart felt heavy. “Eren, I’m… I’m not yours. Not anymore.”

“Oh, but deep down you wanted to be.”

Suddenly you fell quiet and immediately hung up. You hated how he knew what you wanted to hear from him. At any given moment, his way of words with you had you laced onto him stronger than any drug or wine. It’s as if he can read every thought, every insecurity, every assumption of yours and affirm them so sweetly to you with everything you wanted to hear. He was, after all, a man that could go on days with the most titillating words of affirmation… And he made you feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman on the planet because of it. No matter how complicated the circumstances were back then.

After walking away from your phone, feeling your body growing hotter from the agitation, it started ringing again. You were praying that it was your boyfriend this time, but it was still Eren’s number. You sighed in exasperation knowing he’s still gonna blow up your phone with more calls until you answer. You needed to keep your phone on just in case your boyfriend calls or texts back. To make things simpler for you, you blocked Eren’s number and pretended nothing happened.

There was finally silence. Your excitement had channeled in again as you headed downstairs, approaching the kitchen to leave your phone on the counter and grabbing a drink from the fridge. You couldn’t wait any longer for your boyfriend to come. But for some reason, he wasn’t answering your texts or calls and it’s been three hours. That worrisome, agitating feeling was swirling in your stomach, thinking about what was going on with your man until you were suddenly startled by your landline phone ringing. And that landline phone hardly ever rings… you even forgot that you still had it.

You were starting to grow paranoid. After slowly walking by the corner of the counter where the landline phone kept ringing, you checked the screen for the number and your shoulders dropped in disbelief. You immediately recognized that it was still Eren, trying to phone you through a number you never even gave out in your life. You’ve never imagined this man to be this fucking desperate just to talk to you. It made you wholeheartedly regret posting on your story about your new boyfriend.

Out of spite, you pick up the phone. “Oh my fucking god, Eren. Is this a fucking prank?! What do you want?”

“I want you to not hang up on me, Y/N.” The tone in Eren’s voice became more terse and ominous, as if he was making a threat.

You took it as a bluff and scoffed. “Or what?”

“I’ll send all 200 of our photos to your boyfriend. He’ll never find out how long ago it was. You won’t even be able to explain yourself. And I know… I know, deep down… you still never told him about me. And how long ago have you been talking? We used to be seeing each other a lot while he was still trying to get to know you. Remember, babe?”

It felt as if something got caught on your throat after realizing that Eren suddenly set you up by blackmailing you. At first, it felt unbelievable. This entire phone call through a goddamn landline phone, especially so out of the blue, was just fucking surreal. But mentioning that he can easily send all the photos to your boyfriend felt slightly troubling. You know how playful and sarcastic this man can get at times to the point it leaves you in a feeling of uncertainty. You liked playing along with his jokes and pranks, but he would never reject even a simple dare. Say that Eren won’t do it, and he’ll do it right there and then. You didn’t want to prompt him further.

“Yes, I… I remember. But— I thought you said to me earlier you would never send those photos to him… Not even to anyone. That you weren’t that kind of asshole.”

“Aw. You’re fighting really hard for this relationship even when it just started. I can give you that. But, you know… I’m just that fucking desperate! I really don’t give a shit about your boyfriend, Y/N. You have no fucking idea how much I’ve missed being around you.”

All you did was remain silent, dwelling and pondering into the many memories with him that were buried deep in your mind. Nostalgia has never felt so soul damaging, thinking to yourself that this was all just a regression of a past life you once lived. That special day on October last year, those seven months you spent together going forth…

“He doesn’t have to know anything,” he continued, “that is, if you don’t hang up on me again… But after thinking back at everything, I just realized how naive the poor guy is. I mean, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were just starting to see him at that time. It’s not like you guys were exclusive… yet. But he never knew. Oh, he never fucking knew— what was going down after those five to six dates with him.”

“Eren…”

“I bet he felt all nervous during those dates. I mean— how could he not, going out with you? But just imagine how excited he felt when you admitted you wanted to keep seeing him. Probably thinking, ‘Oh, she really likes me. Maybe this is gonna turn into a real thing…’ But he didn’t know anything, did he?”

Your heart sunk to your stomach when you immediately knew where this was going.

“Remember after he took you to Horrorland on Saturday, I was fucking you stupid on Sunday…?That literally happened. You even told me your legs were too sore from all that walking, and you couldn’t ride me like you wanted to. So I just let you lay on your stomach and I pounded you prone… letting me take care of you by burying my face into you from behind, eating your pussy and your ass until you came. Then fucking you hard into the mattress until you came again.”

All the flashbacks with him you forced yourself to forget were suddenly flooding back in like an unwelcome guest. As you stare off onto the floor, all you could think of was Eren. When you shut your eyes for an instant, you can see him in the depths of your mind. When you inhale deeply through your nose, you immediately take in Eren’s scent. That addicting, earthy, yet titillating aroma of his that blossomed in your body like wildfire. Everything you had to bury away about Eren Jaeger now came back, haunting the vulnerable corners of your mind you felt utterly vanquished. It was proof that he could never leave you.

“You still there?” he chimed in suddenly with a chuckle. “C’mon, I wanna hear from you. I know you miss it. I know that you miss the way I make you feel whenever I had you… Because I do. Fuck, I miss how your pussy tastes. I miss getting you all over my mouth and chin. The way I held you down so you wouldn’t squirm away, fingering you and eating you out so good that you squirted for the first time. Fuck, that was so hot… So glad I got some of it on camera.”

You couldn’t reply with anything. It was as if your brain was on a different planet, lingering on all those flashbacks and memories as Eren reminisced. Deep down, you really did miss everything you had. Deep down, you really were aroused by him speaking to you like this again, hearing his sultry voice over the phone that gets you weak in the knees. If temptation were a person, it was Eren himself. If an orgasm from a man was unreachable, Eren wouldn’t exist in this world.

“Fine! Jesus, I miss it, okay?” you spluttered, rubbing your eyes from feeling flustered and ashamed for admitting such a dark truth. “What we had, Eren… I miss it all so much. I may love being treated like a princess by the man who’s now my boyfriend in the day, but being treated like a whore by you at night… I miss that the most. He doesn’t eat me out the way you do, he doesn’t make me come more than once like you made me…”

Eren smirked in amusement, lightly scoffing after hearing what he’s been dying to hear all day out of you. “You don’t have to sound so embarrassed about it, baby. Like I said, he doesn’t have to know anything going on right now... But I do find it really sad— pathetic, even— that he can’t make you come like I do. Looks like I have to show him how it’s done.”

You suddenly froze after hearing the last few words. “Wait, what?”

“You’re in your kitchen, right? Remember when I picked you up and put you onto the kitchen island where I ate you out? I want you to sit on that same exact edge again, lay down, and just rub that pussy for me…”

Suddenly you snapped back into reality after hearing his absurd request. “Are you fucking insane?! I’m not having phone sex with you, Eren. I’m not!”

“Why, is your boyfriend coming over? Is that why you wanted to leave so bad?”

Your heart suddenly raced. There was absolutely no reason for him to know your business, so you decided to lie. “No— no… It’s just, you can’t fucking make me have phone sex with you right now. It’s not gonna happen.”

“Hm… Okay. You wanna bet on that, then?” the man provoked with a deep chuckle. “I know you so well, Y/N. You can deny to me all you want but I know you’re turned on by this. I know how fucking wet you get just listening to my voice from our late night phone calls before… Now, do what I fucking say if you don’t want your boyfriend to find out. Lay down on that counter, baby.”

Your heart felt heavy again. This was all so wrong; having phone sex behind your boyfriend’s back with your ex-fling, the man you had a situationship with for seven months. Longer than the months you and your boyfriend have been talking. What else felt so wrong and shameful was that Eren isn’t wrong— you really were turned on by him talking to you like this again. Your cunt has been furtively throbbing at the allure in his voice and the lingering flashbacks…

Overwhelmed by everything, you put the phone down to lift yourself up onto your kitchen island. Then you slip off your pajama bottoms, dropping them to the floor and slowly lying down on the counter. With your legs spread open and the phone in your non-dominant hand, your other hand lightly grazes your swollen cunt through your panties, your breathing growing heavy just feeling yourself at how soaked you were.

“You know— I’ve been stroking my cock this whole week thinking about you,” Eren sighed out. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now… Please, just rub that pretty little clit for me. I want you to feel good— I wanna hear every moan, every whine— everything over the phone... Just by listening to me.”

You were no longer in control of the situation. In the midst of your state of arousal, your fingers slipped inside your panties and chafed against your swollen clit, your body caving into the sensation. Your eyes shut, your back arching, and the phone against your ear with your mouth agape. Eren can hear your small sighs and your heavy breathing, driving him to stroke his cock harder. You can hear him, too— the slickness of his cock and his soft exhales. Remembering all those times where he would be leaking precum from how much you teased him... As you were lost in your own dark, forbidden desire for Eren, the sounds of your pussy juices became louder.

“That’s it, baby. Just fuck that pussy for me,” he kept cooing. “Fuck, I’d do anything to see you playing with yourself right now. Think of how nice my fingers felt inside you… stroking your g-spot that night after your boyfriend took you on your little art museum date…”

You kept moaning and whining, a small smile creeping at the corner of your lips. There was no way out after hearing Eren subtly groaning from stroking himself in your ears, a blissful reminder of how crazy you drive this man. You loved how vocal he was with you and his dirty talking always sent you delirious. Orgasm after orgasm, just by degrading you into your ears while pinning you down, then praising you for taking him so well.

“Oh, please—! Please, Eren— Tell me more,” you moaned out as you fingered yourself. The more eager you were, the more you pulsed around your fingers, wanting to thrust into your pussy faster.

You hear him chuckle again over the phone. “You want to hear more now, huh?”

“Fuck— yes, please! I need to cum to your voice again, you know I fucking love that,” you whined to him.

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me… Keep fucking that pussy for me, I don’t want you to stop.”

You threw your head back as you were lost in your own pleasure, the landline phone falling out of your grip. You had no care in the world, no care for your situation— all you did was embrace those heated flashbacks and the nostalgia. Everything you did together months ago, from the sweet princess treatment to the messy whore treatment, was when your life felt perfectly balanced and you had no worries about anything. Maybe a couple pregnancy scares from Eren, but whatever happens, happens. He was just obsessed with the feeling of being around you just as you were. Manhandling you, molding your cunt every night as the shape of his cock, breeding you constantly that you felt him in your guts for a week straight before…

“Oh yeah, you remember that time when I let you hang your head off my bed so I could use that perfect throat of yours?”

“Yes… Oh, god— that was fucking hot…”

“Right? Fuck, I remember like it was yesterday. Just training your little throat so you could handle my size, especially while I was rubbing and fingering your pussy? You kept moaning and humming on my cock like the little slut you are… I’ll never forget that. How I made you into my fucking perfect little slut… Say it— I want you to say you’re my perfect little slut.”

“I’m— I’m your…”

Suddenly, your phone started ringing on the dinner table it made you flinch. You quickly glanced at the screen and see that it was your boyfriend. What made matters worse was that Siri read his contact name out loud as your phone kept ringing. Sliding off the counter, you rush to the table and tried to mute your phone but his call suddenly faded away. Then, you realized you were much more screwed now.

“You have one unheard message,” said Siri in the living room, loud and clear that Eren in the other line could hear. “Hey, you weren’t answering but I know your voicemails get through because you have this thingy in your house that can automatically play voicemails out loud. But anyways, I’m nearby, I’m gonna be there in like five minutes. I can’t wait to see you tonight, babe.”

And silence.

A long, unsettling silence as you sauntered back to the kitchen island and staring down at the phone, your heart erratically racing faster. Suddenly, all that built-up arousal and your skyrocketing sex drive vanished, which felt oddly anticlimactic.

“…You fucking liar,” Eren chastised over the landline phone. “You said he wasn’t coming over.”

You grabbed your pants off the floor and slid them back on, then grabbed the landline phone to your ear. “So what if he’s coming over? Look, I know we were in the middle of something, but… I’m sorry, Eren. Besides, we just became official yesterday, it’s not really cheating… And I know you can keep secrets...”

“You want to know something, Y/N?” he spoke more terse again, making you frown in consternation. “I was actually watching you this whole time… when you fingered yourself on the kitchen island.”

You scoffed, almost holding back a chuckle from his bluffs. Sometimes you couldn’t take him seriously. “Oh wow, really? At least you enjoyed it, because this is seriously the last time I ever wanna fucking hear from you, Eren. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.”

“Aw, but how can I leave you alone? Especially with those cute Halloween pajamas you got on right now, and the black laced thong I saw you wearing earlier…?”

Just as you were about to leave the kitchen, your movements suddenly freeze at his haunting, unsettling words. It felt as if the walls in your body were closing in on you, making it difficult to breathe. There was an uncontrolled staccato rhythmic in your chest and this ache in your muscles from every nerve in your body suddenly high in alert and soaring adrenaline. You slowly drift your gaze to the sliding door behind you, moving none of your limbs except your teary eyes, which were widening in horror after staring into the darkness outside. Obviously you couldn’t see anything, but there was this immense amount of panic thrashing in your brain. You were on high alert of every sound and every movement in your house, all alone at night while waiting for your boyfriend to come over. What you thought would be a pleasant night was not other than an experience of starring in your very own slasher horror movie.

“I won’t be showing myself yet, sweetheart,” Eren mused in the phone, hefting another chuckle. “I won’t even tell you if I’m inside your house or not. But after lying to me… I decided to switch up our little game a bit.”

“. . .Game?” you uttered weakly. “You never said… this was a fucking game…”

“Oh, it is now. C’mon, Y/N— you should already know I love games. The game earlier was supposed to be a harmless little parting gift from me that you can easily win; if I made you cum over the phone, I’d leave you alone for the rest of the night. Delete all our photos and videos, too— it would be the last time we’d ever talk. You were doing so good and doing everything I say… But then, when you lied to me that your man wasn’t coming over, you screwed everything up. It’s time I just let it out of my fucking system.”

“No, no, please— Please, Eren,” you begged, feeling your nose and face burning from holding back your tears. “Don’t ruin this, please. I’ll do anything you want, just stay away from him… He’s not apart of this.”

“You’ve already given me what I want. The best seven months I ever had with you. But… something wasn’t quite right to me, you know? It just— it wasn’t fucking fair that… another man is also making you cum. He spoils you with everything you could ever want. And while I give you throat training, he gets to fucking benefit from all that. Every time I see you two together, it fucking pisses me off.”

At this point, you started trembling. As you leaned against the counter, you slid yourself down and sat on the floor in misery. There was this nauseating pit of anxiety and stress gutting your vulnerable state like a fish. After how long it’s been, this was what Eren has been suppressing this whole time. His underlying, forbidden feelings that he had for you.

“Please, Eren. I can’t take this any longer. He’s gonna be here any minute now.”

“I can’t take this either, Y/N. Whenever stuff doesn’t go the way I want to, I tend to handle it… differently. Which is why, tonight… you have more than one surprise waiting for you and your boyfriend.”

When Eren hung up abruptly, the doorbell suddenly rang and your heart leaped. Slowly getting up, you peek over to try and make out the figure behind the door. It wasn’t until the figure knocked and tried peeking through the side windows of your front door.

“Y/N? Babe, I’m here!” your boyfriend called out.

Relieved, you scurried all the way to the door and quickly opened it. The sight of your boyfriend calmed you down for a little bit, knowing that it was him and only him. But you knew something wrong was about to go down and you needed to explain fast.

“Quick, get inside. Hurry!” you urged, dragging him in and swiftly shutting the door, putting all the locks, and closing the blinds.

He frowned at your distress. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

You instantly shut him up with a tight embrace, forcing yourself to calm down with deep inhales and his warmth. “I’m okay, baby. I just need you here with me right now…”

“Aw, poor baby,” he cooed, hugging you tighter and planting kisses on the top of your head. “It’s okay… Did something bad happen? Were you paranoid over something?”

You shook your head, once again overwhelmed. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just so happy you made it.”

“But… you’re shaking right now. And I can feel your heartbeat, too. It’s beating fast,” he spoke in perturbation. “Hey. I know when something’s not right. I want to know what happened.”

When you arched your neck to stare into his eyes, you instantly melted from the way he was gently caressing you. Holding your face, bringing your entire body closer, and rubbing his hands all over trying to ease your stress… He knew how to take care of you with the most genuine, loving affection. An open-minded boyfriend that supported you with love, comfort, trust, support, and everything a girl could ever ask for and deserve. He saw you for you, and loved all of you. That was the slight difference between him and Eren— the way he was committed to pursuing you because you were undeniably the girl of his dreams. He cherished your wildness, your adventurous side, and your amazing personality. You were both very compatible and that was just what you desired.

“Will you kiss me first, baby?” you whispered. “I’ll tell you… if you just reassure me with your kisses. I just miss you so much. I have a lot to say.”

“Of course. Anything for my pretty girl,” he obliged sweetly, inching closer.

My pretty girl.

Your body felt like it was on vibrate when he kisses you, condensed in the tender moment laced with blossoming passion. A soft and gentle kiss from him was soothing enough for the contorting feeling in your stomach. That sinking, paranoid feeling had now subsided as your boyfriend kept caressing you. His hands all over you, dwelling into the kiss, and subtly humming… you love receiving this kind of comfort from him. It gave you this sense of urgency to protect him and cherish him forever.

But you spoke too soon.

Just as you thought everything was fine, you parted away from the kiss and gazed into his eyes again, smiling. It wasn’t until you caught glimpse of something different in your peripheral vision; this shadowy, masked figure standing right behind your boyfriend. Your eyes widened in horror and your body went straight back into panic mode. Then, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

“No!”

Before you knew it, your boyfriend got stabbed in the stomach by a knife from behind. You pant heavily and your vision started to blur from the tears at the unbearable sight of him collapsing to the ground, bleeding everywhere. Your body failed to decide on an immediate response, whether to run from your dying boyfriend or stand still like an idiot. Your mind bears the weight of speeding through every option, every possible source of control, but only slamming sharply into blaming yourself.

You see his figure standing before you holding the knife, all in black cloth with a Ghostface mask. You already knew who it was and you’re left defeated.

I’ve always wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, you recalled in your head when you went shopping at Spirit Halloween with Eren last year. Would you be down for wearing it?

“…Run, please…” your boyfriend uttered weakly on the floor, coughing up blood.

“You heard him,” said Eren, watching him slant his head at you through the mask, and raising his arm where he held the bloody knife.

And you ran. You ran through the kitchen as fast as you could, panting heavily and feeling your tears stream down your cheeks. Every corner you turn in your house, Eren would be standing menacingly in your way, urging you to run the opposite direction. You knew it would be dumb to run upstairs. You knew it would be dumb to hide somewhere— hell, there were not a lot of good hiding places. You needed to run. Get out and get help. Call the police and send an ambulance as your boyfriend is still dying on the floor.

When it was silent, you caught glimpse of the landline phone in the kitchen. Standing up from hiding behind the island, you reach out to grab it until you noticed Eren’s gloved hand reaching out before you from the opposite side, smashing it with his knife. And with your poor hand in the way, you screamed in agony from the violent slash in your skin throbbing.

“You fucking piece of shit!” you cried out, almost out of breath. You darted your gaze at the sliding doors for your backyard, dashing towards it and reaching out your unharmed hand to open it. When you see Eren catching up, you swiftly pulled the door back closed, hearing him also groan in pain when you squished his fingers.

Turning back to run with nothing stopping you, you were about to reach the door that leads to the front of your house. But just as you were about to grab the handle, you feel something grabbing your shoulders from behind, pulling you back aggressively onto the ground where you landed painfully on your head and your back. From there, Eren straddled on top of you to prevent from getting up. One gloved hand choked you by the neck and the other gloved hand using the knife to lightly drag it on your bare chest, causing you to shiver.

“You know, for a fucking whore like you— I thought you would love being manhandled and treated so aggressive like this,” Eren chided, tightening the grip on your neck you started suffocating. “But it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. At least I’m being nice enough to save you from the unbearable pain of witnessing me killing your perfect little boyfriend.”

After hearing those words, you knew you were helpless in your situation. The world suddenly fell silent and slow, where you thought about everything in life and how you came so far. Your sweet talking with your boyfriend, all those moments you spent together. As you watch him raise the blade higher in the air, ready to stab you wherever he plans to stab you… everything stopped.

Once again, everything happened in a blink of an eye. You gasped for air when his grip on your neck suddenly became loose, watching in bewilderment and confusion as his unconscious body collapsed. Eren has been stabbed, but through the heart. Your eyes trail up at another figure standing before you; your boyfriend, with one of your knives from the kitchen in his hand.

“Baby!” you exclaimed, jumping up to embrace him and panting in relief. “Oh my god, I’m so happy you’re okay… You saved me!”

But something felt odd to you. And you didn’t know what it was— the nonchalant, lifeless look in his face, his motionless body not even hugging you back, or the fact that he didn’t utter a single word from his mouth. He just kept staring down at the ground, clenching the grip on the knife tighter. And very slowly, you watch as his gaze weakly drifts onto yours, those pupils that used to dilate at the sight of you now lifeless and mundane.

“Baby..?” you uttered, caressing his face. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be fine and get you some help, okay? Is your wound still hurting?”

After a long minute of unsettling silence and no response, he abruptly took your hands off his face and clenched his jaw. “Did you really think I was that naive this whole time, Y/N?”

Your heart dropped. “What?”

“Cheating on me with Eren Jaeger. You’ve been seeing him way before we met. I wish you told me sooner about him, even though I suspected the feeling from the start. But I trusted you that one day you were gonna tell me… instead, you go back to his place and keep him as your little secret.”

Your words got caught in your throat and your nose felt as if it was burning, like you were about to cry again. “No, no, please… That was a long time ago before we were official. I was eventually going to tell you about him, I swear! You deserve to know—“

“Liar. You fucking liar. You know— Eren really messed up my plans I had for you. That piece of shit wasn’t supposed to kill you tonight. I was.”

Your eyes widened in horror, slowly backing away. “Wait— what!?”

It wasn’t until he aggressively grabbed you from behind your neck to stay in place before you, causing you to yelp. “You’re just a helpless whore good for nothing but a fuck. When I grew suspicious and finally found out about everything you were doing behind my back, I saw red… I did everything for you and now you’re making me get all violent with you. I wanted to kill you for treating me like shit, but now… I think you just have to live with every shitty thing you’ve done. You don’t deserve death yet.”

By now you’re helplessly sobbing, once again trapped in a vulnerable, helpless state with no alternative option of getting you out. He takes the knife and holds it between your faces, just mere inches away. You even hear him sobbing too.

“Look what you made me do,” he sniffled, still holding your face. “You made me kill this helpless man for you… I hope I’ve ruined your Halloween just as how you ruined mines. But now you’ll also have to live with the trauma of this night forever.”

And in the blink of an eye… you watch your boyfriend slice through his neck with the knife. It took a moment for you to scream loudly, forcing your eyes shut from endless tears and your heart racing like wildfire, pounding loudly in your ears. You could feel your own blood being forced through your veins with every loud thump of your broken heart. Your face started feeling sticky from his blood getting splattered all over you. You fall to your knees on the ground, trembling and crying out loud in agony, your brain forcing itself to replay everything that just happened…

All alone in the backyard, surrounded by two dead bodies and painful memories… You will never enjoy Halloween as much as you used to anymore.

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[RIDE ANNOUNCER] Please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Then collect your belongings, watch your head, and step carefully out the vehicle. Don’t forget to dispose your 4D glasses at the bins before you exit. On behalf of all of our crew, thanks for riding with us, and we hope you have a happy and memorable visit here at Horrorland!

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NOTES :: holy shit this fic is so goddamn long… but i had so much fun writing this! happy halloween everyone <33

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sgiandubh · 3 months

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Welcome to the shitshow

We have:

A ✈ sighting. No pics.

The MPC live, scarce details. No rings. Spartan decor. Suntan and out of Bonnie Scotland. No further details on destination, which might or might not be the same as the flight. Mark me, I think it is - he is in Gran Canaria and for a very precise reason: keeping his part of the deal and his Onlies on tenterhooks.

C is seen in Marseille, hullaballoo ensues. We pinpoint some coincidental details. I was expecting the shite to hit the fan in 4, 3, 2, 1...

And it did. With both sopranos hinting at the same person, but only one brave (or rather foolish enough) to push a name out there. Disingenuous, to say the least - but oh, how convenient for any given agenda. Because it's too easy, when you give out a name to a thirsty crowd to say: 'well, of course it's because of the shippers! They did this or that (sky is the limit)! They are to blame!' (excuse me?) and 'well, of course they won't say a word, now' (how convenient if the thing does not stick, eventually).

That was, IMHO, a strategic mistake and the petticoat is showing across the pond.

Around the same time, I started to get a different kind of Anon, day after day after day. Very brutal. Foul-mouthed. And...with some intel. I answered the first, but then when things started to 'happen', the coin dropped very quickly that: a) I did hit a nerve and b) someone or some people wanted me to push this particular agenda - remember when...?

For reference:

And then today, just in time for the long, boring, chilly and even snowy (depending on your location) week-end, the bomb dropped and the cargo was juicy:

A name. A woman. A gym. Not one, but three suspicious videos: the one with the leg, the one with the clear voice (unmistakably S!) and the one with the dog (and more S voiceover). How nicely connected. How fucking perfect.

An Airbnb close to the gym. What would a single woman traveler do in a three-bedroom gargantuan villa all by herself, when you are in Winterbird Central with a bajillion other accommodation options, is beyond any logic. So easily and lazily - OMG, date!

Unless...

Unless you conveniently forget some details:

Not one, but three different promos/endorsements, with a discount code to boot - 10% off, how nice!

The one that has been discussed by just about everyone:

The one that provided the discount code for new subscribers: Gymshark, a fitness attire manufacturer (https://eu.gymshark.com/).

And the most important one, hiding behind a humble hashtag: #metcon. Now I don't know you, but I'd rather digress about tea parlors and bookstores, and so had no fucking idea Metcon was, in fact...

Yup. Nike. A very recent model - expensive and sure, in need of immediate product placement/promo:

And so, for tax reasons, she just had to (mandatorily) include the #ad (as in advertisement, lest we'd not have naive Anons again!) hashtag.

Also, this, posted along the short reel with S's voice (but who cared, all 👂were there and only there):

That woman was working. She has, after all, 450k Insta followers. If she and S met at a gym in a winter destination very sought after by Scots should be none of our business. If they met again or have a regular training schedule does not mean they fuck or that we're going to look out for Remarkable Week-end 2.0. If they met in Hyrox GLA - so what? What is this, I beg your pardon, Gilead? People just can't hang out, like ever, I mean men and women?

🙄

But.. but... the gargantuan villa...?

Och. Sure enough, the place is correctly identified. You can check chez Marple. I am not posting it, because I do not want to and by now, I trust just about everyone has seen those pics. But this time, I am not going there. The name of that villa, even, made me laugh like a drain. I mean how more in your face can they be?

Who footed the bill of this rather comfy PR shitshow, reminiscing of Ha-wa-wee, 🐰 and whatever else you could think of? SRH?

Perhaps. But what if Nike did, as a freebie to a very good promoter? They sure can spare the dime and, to be honest, as we speak, there is no sign S and her share anything else than a gym schedule. What tells us with absolute certainty, at least at this moment in time, she is not there with friends, family or even a group of fellow promoters, Avon-style?

Oh, and the world is definitely a handkerchief, especially in GLA, it would seem. Wanna know who also follows her on Insta?

Paul Donnelly. Nope, not the chef. This Paul Donnelly:

The one who literally owes S a shitload of cash. A post that earned me a report (I was just explaining, if I remember correctly, that S would have been wise to legally secure that hefty loan, nothing more).

And now you know what? That post is gone, vanished, poof and I have no idea why. I surely did not take it down, I never do this.

And surely enough, just before I started writing, Filthy Anon came back and warned me there was more (pics, 👅👄) about McFitness. Surely enough, the same info (albeit toned down) was picked up by *urv in her comments' thread, about twenty minutes after Anon dropped by.

Agenda, anyone? God forbid!

You draw your own conclusions. I can only very honestly say:

Welcome to the Shitshow - the Winter Edition!

This page is not going to follow blindly your script, whoever you are. This page simply hopes to cleverly hit a nerve every time it considers necessary. Other than that, big effing deal, really. Ship on.

Sorry for the length. I was never good at summing up.

#fandom #shitshow

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kkurades · 1 year

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ACE my name characters with their idol!s/o (headcannons!)

choi mujin —

- this man will buy anything that has your name on it including the sport car that you created

- you had been given the chance to create your own car and when mujin found out about it he immediately tried to buy it

- key word tried

- apparently your fans were counting down the seconds that it came out

- and when it was finally his turn the bright screen of his computer said that the cars had been sold out already

- this man would become so frustrated by your fans bc no one would give up their car, no matter the price he offered

- when you came home from practice you found your boyfriend furiously tapping at his computer while a cigarette hung from his lips

- he looked up at you when he heard you entering his office

- when you asked what happened he told you that your fans are crazy maniacs

- apparently one of your fans tried to bribe him to get him to get you sign their turtle in exchange for the car

- as he annoyingly tapped his finger against his desk you walked up to him with a smile before kissing him

- he returned the kiss while pulling you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist while yours were wrapped around his neck

- after a short make out session you parted with a bright smile on your face

- istg your man’s face dropped when you told him that you already owned the original car

- but he’d still try to buy your car from you bc he really wants that shit with your name on it

- you eventually gave in with a smile before you handed him the keys to now his new car

- he’s inseparable with that mf car

- and he’d get so mad whenever there’s a scratch on it or if there’s a splatter of blood that accidentally got on it during a fight

- he’ll side eye any other car he’s in bc it’s not as good as yours

- your groups songs would automatically be downloaded so he listens to it anytime he’s driving

- one time taeju got into his car and mujin insisted on driving and when he turned on his playlist which is filled with your songs taeju eyed him with a raised brow

- just imagine two feared gangsters listening to girly pop music with a straight face while chasing some other gangster that betrayed them

do gangjae —

- gangjae loved it when you did interviews but he really really hated it when you had to lie about your relationship

- he knew you had to do it bc of your company but it didn’t stop his annoyance though

- especially not as he watched your most recent interview in his car while a cigarette hung from his lips

- he had a fond look in his eyes as he watched you laugh at something that your members had said

- but when the man interviewing you asked you about your love life and you awkwardly laughed while denying having a relationship he could feel his fists tighten against his phone

- he watched the rest of the interview and glared at anyone that tried to speak to him

- later that evening when you came back home he grinned at you before kissing you heatedly

- the rest of the evening was spent in your shared bedroom and when you finally fell asleep gangjae took your phone

- he unlocked it quietly before opening instagram

- gangjae glanced at your sleeping form in his arms with a slight smile while choosing a couple of pictures of the two of you

- in one of the pictures his arms were wrapped around you while you held your phone

- while in another one the two of you were in his car after an event that you went to, he remembers picking you up and right before the two of you were about to kiss he snapped a picture of the moment claiming he didn’t have enough pictures of the two of you together

- the last picture of you was a mirror pic where you had your arms wrapped around his neck while kissing his cheek lovingly, his tattoos and abs were full on display and your body was pressed against his

- gangjae skimmed through the pictures one more time, putting a red heart in the caption before he posted the pictures for the whole world to see

- he quickly shut your phone off making sure it was silenced so nobody would disturb your time together before he wrapped his arms further around you placing a kiss against your nose

- the next morning you let out a groan but you weren’t able to reach for your phone because your boyfriend tightened his grip around your waist

- eventually you were able to escape from his grip and when you finally took your phone you saw a billion notifications from everyone you knew

- you furrowed your brows in confusion before replying to your manager who was talking about some instagram post so you immediately went to your page only to see a few pictures of you and gangjae blowing up

- your mouth fell open and your phone fell from your hand as you felt your boyfriend crawl behind you to kiss your neck

- ‘what’s wrong baby?’

- you quickly turned to him, already having figured out that he was the one to post those pictures

- he immediately calmed you down telling you that he’ll fully take the blame for it with a grin on his face while you complained to him with your head buried into his shoulder

- so for the next two weeks you were busy with interviews, lives and press conferences while gangjae enjoyed that he could finally be your proper boyfriend

jeon pildo —

- this man was sitting behind his computer screen waiting for your album to come out before immediately pre ordering it

- even though you told him that you would gladly give him an album for free he refused telling you that he wanted for you to make money out of it

- so he waited three weeks for his album to arrive

- his album arrived in the morning right before he had to leave for work but he couldn’t wait to open it so he took it with him to open during his lunch break despite the fact that his colleagues would tease him for it

- after a quiet morning of sitting at his desk he finally got the chance to open his album instead of eating his lunch

- he tore the carton box that was around the album before finally taking the album into his hands with a smile

- but just before he could even look through the album, his colleagues came in

- hyejin sat down at her desk next to his while glancing at the bright pink album in his hands

- she raised her brow which made pildo roll his eyes at her

- when she asked him what it was he quickly told her that it was his girlfriend’s album

- but when he said that she didn’t realise that he meant it as in that the album was made by you and not bought by you

- he quickly went through your members their pages before stopping at yours

- he took his time to admire you with heart eyes while hyejin looked curiously at his album

- ‘that’s my girlfriend’ pildo said proudly while showing her a picture of you

- ‘she’s pretty’ his partner told him while watching him staring at your pictures with loving eyes and an amazed smile

- and when he finally came to the extras he nervously shifted in his seat praying for one of your photocard

- he took the first pc before flipping it and falling back in his seat when he got one of your members instead of you

- he quickly pushed the pc away hoping that one of the two remaining pc’s is one of yours

- then he flipped the second one and let out a sigh when he got another member who wasn’t you

- he quickly readied himself and flipped the third and last pc a wide smile blooming on his face as he saw your sparkling eyes and kind smile

- pildo immediately send you a picture of his new photocard of you that he could add to his collection before taking his other photocards to try to trade them online with a pc of yours

- with a final smile he put the photocard in his wallet so he could always keep you close to him

jung taeju —

- the thing taeju hated more than anything was when you left for tours because he knew he could never go with you

- so he resorted to watching interviews and concerts of you after a hard day of work and coming home to an empty house

- he called you anytime he could and made a habit of sending you gifts as often as he could

- and you absolutely loved to come back to the hotel while knowing that there would be a present on your bed waiting for you after a long tiring concert that had absolutely drained you

- you opened your door while quickly bidding your members goodnight before closing your door with a sigh

- you entered your bedroom and a smile grew on your face when you saw an expensive looking gift neatly placed on your bed

- you pulled your phone from your pocket and quickly pressed on your boyfriend’s contact number

- taeju picked up his phone at the first ring while laying on your shared bed with his arm underneath his head

- a smile spread across his face when he heard your voice for the first time that day while you jumped onto the bed, quickly putting him on loudspeaker to be able to open the package he send you

- he quietly listened to you gleefully unpacking the expensive vivienne westwood necklace that he picked for you himself

- as you thanked him endlessly he asked to face time you so he would be able to see you and you happily did it while thanking him endlessly

- you put on the necklace and showed it to him while he compliments you endlessly

- for the next few hours you talk with each other until you fell asleep while taeju watched you lovingly already counting down the days that you come back home to him

- but he was pleased enough when he noticed you wearing your new necklace at your next concert

yoon jiwoo —

- you and your girlfriend were walking hand in hand through the empty streets while talking quietly with one another

- your relationship had to be kept secret so your company told you to tell people that she was just your friend

- fortunately jiwoo didn’t mind that much because she was a pretty private person and liked to be able to walk around without dispatch taking secret pictures of her

- as the two of you were talking about your weekend plans she noticed a group of high schoolers following the two of you while giggling loudly

- she tugged on your hand which made you turn towards her with a soft smile before it slightly fell at her serious expression

- you looked at the direction she nudged her head to before you smiled warmly at the teenagers that froze when they noticed you saw them

- after a few seconds they ran up to you before bowing at you and complimenting you for your hard work which made you smile wider

- you noticed jiwoo letting go of your hand when your fans asked for some pictures but decided to talk with her after the encounter

- a few minutes later you were having a friendly conversation with them but you noticed them squirming nervously while glancing at your girlfriend every few seconds

- your fingers grazed hers for a second and it seemed to wake her up from her daze

- your fans left shortly after and you quickly linked arms with your girlfriend again while continuing your walk

- when you asked what was wrong she just shrugged so you decided to drop the subject noticing that she wasn’t in the mood to talk to about it

- you quickly looked around before dragging your confused girlfriend into an empty, darkly lit street before kissing her softly

- she softened into the kiss and put her hand on your cheek

- and you knew she knew what you wanted to tell her when you parted with heavy breathing and soft smiles

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 10 months

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Hi, I'm glad you're not banned. It was a gloomy time without your fics. I'm sure the requests won't be open for long hah. (I mean people will surely request a lot.) So, I was wondering if you could write about Sihtric x Reader where he just started being a warrior alongside Uhtred,so season 2. And he is a virgin.( I know.. but I'm sure I'm not the only one who'd like to see that.) So he loses his virginity to Reader, who is more experienced. I haven't thought about who she is in the story. But i really liked how you portrayed her in your back to past pics. Anyway, hope you have a nice day.

Note: thank you for this request!! and you were right, I had to close my requests after like an hour or so :') I hope this fic is what you had in mind!

Warnings: smut 18+! our boy loses his virginity here okay.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 3,3k

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'You… you are my first.'

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'You should go and talk to him,' Gisela startled you. You dropped the bowl you held when you heard her speak behind you, seemingly out of nowhere.

'To who?' you played dumb, picking up the bowl to hide your flustered face.

'You haven't been able to keep your eyes off Sihtric since he got here,' Gisela giggled, 'which has been a little while already.'

Gisela had been aware of your gaze all along. Uhtred, your nephew, had captured the young, handsome Dane as a prisoner a while ago. But the Dane had quickly sworn his loyalty to Uhtred, thus becoming one of his men. You had been intrigued by his looks and his story. He was young, muscular and simply breathtaking. He seemed shy, but still tough and confident most of the time. You had seen him train with Finan, and whenever Sihtric received a punch or slap with a sword or stick, he didn't even flinch. Which, you figured, was probably due to his abusive past. Being a bastard son of Kjartan the Cruel was a guaranteed life of torment. At one point Sihtric had disappeared for a while, as had Gisela, after Uhtred was abruptly sold as a slave. You expected the Dane had returned to his roots, but found out later he had played an important part in Uhtred's rescue. And recently, Sihtric had fought alongside your nephew in the battle of Dunholm, from which they had returned a few days ago, bringing news that Kjartan was dead and Ragnar held Dunholm.

'I am merely keeping an eye on him because I don't know him, and he is among my people,' you lied.

'Sihtric has been nothing but loyal. I think you are keeping an eye on him because you see something you like,' Gisela took the bowl and placed it on the table, which you were supposed to do before you got distracted by Sihtric, who was feeding the horses.

'Maybe,' you admitted with a grin.

'I see his eyes often wander to you as well. I will make sure you will be seated next to him tonight at the feast.'

Gisela smiled and winked when you stared at her.

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Gisela kept her word and you had been seated next to the handsome boy all night. He was quiet, to you at least, but you often found him joking and laughing with Rypere, who was on his other side. You had offered Sihtric bread several times already, to get his attention, which he had politely accepted with a small smile. But after your fourth, desperate offer, he looked a little confused and shyly declined as Rypere frowned at you. Both men, completely oblivious to your flirting, which you thought was more than obvious and should have been picked up by at least one of them. Instead, Rypere just thought you must have been a little slow in the head, as you kept repeating the same gesture to his friend.

You looked at Gisela, who was dancing with Uhtred to the musicians who had travelled here. You turned back to Sihtric, who laughed at another joke Rypere had just made, and you tapped his shoulder. Sihtric looked back over his shoulder with a smile before he fully turned to face you.

'My lady?' he said shyly.

'Will you dance with me?' you asked, confident.

'N-now?' Sihtric's mismatched eyes darted quickly between you and the dancing people.

'Yes, now,' you sighed, annoyed and impatient. You wanted to be alone with him already, but you first had to see your chances. You took his hand and pulled him with you in between the dancing crowd.

You twirled around to the music and Sihtric became shy. His posture timid almost, keeping his head down while occasionally glancing at you, fidgeting with his leather belt. You soon stopped dancing, felt bad and apologised for making him uncomfortable. Then you left the celebration. You sulked back to your humble hut when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you.

'Lady?'

You smiled before you turned, recognising Sihtric's voice as he had spoken one simple word.

'Sihtric?' you smiled upon facing him.

'I- I am sorry if I upset you,' he said, avoiding eye contact as if he was not worthy, 'I just… you… you make me nervous.'

You frowned at the young man. 'I make you nervous?' you chuckled, 'why?'

'It's- it's your beauty, lady,' the nervous Dane blurted out, 'it is unlike any I have ever seen. I… I've been meaning to tell you but I,' he shook his head lightly and rubbed his hand awkwardly over his nervously flexed bicep, 'I didn't know how to tell you but I... I guess I just did.'

You giggled and hid your smile behind your hand walking up to him.

'Thank you,' you grinned, looking up in his piercing eyes.

You both felt breathless for a second and Sihtric swallowed hard when you placed your hands on his leather armour. His trembling hands settled on your waist, which your dress highlighted beautifully he thought, and he pulled you closer. You tugged the leather collar of his outfit, guiding him to lean in as you pushed yourself up against him. He brushed his lips lightly against yours, his shaky breath warmed your skin, accompanied with the fruity scent of ale he had enjoyed moments earlier. And you were desperate to find out if he tasted as delicious as you thought he would.

'Kiss me,' you breathed. The words had barely left your mouth or Sihtric's lips already met yours. It was an eager and hard kiss. Almost awkward. And you chuckled when he pulled away, startled by his own impulsive behaviour. It was not the best kiss you ever had, but he did taste as nice as you hoped he would. And you wondered if he was just nervous or maybe not that good of a kisser.

'Again,' you smiled as he watched you with big eyes, his hands still on your waist.

Sihtric leaned in again and you cupped his cheeks, guiding his lips slowly back to yours this time, and you captured him in a soft, slow kiss. Sihtric moaned softly as you kissed him, making you smile, and you pushed your body closer against his. His rough hands squeezed your waist and he bucked his hips against yours once. You felt his hardness and flicked your tongue against his lips as you broke the kiss when you heard voices approach. Sihtric quickly looked away from the bypassing couple,and circled his arms around you while you hid your face slightly behind your hands, which were settled on his chest. You both chuckled lightly as the couple walked past, and once they had disappeared from view you pulled out of his embrace and took his hand. You pulled him inside your wooden hut and closed the door. His eager hands found you again and he couldn't keep his lips away from yours anymore.

Sihtric had been dreaming of this moment for many nights, but never thought his dream would come true. So when you pushed him on the pallet that made for your bed, he didn't know what to do anymore. His eyes were huge, dark and fixated on the most bewitching, beautiful thing he had ever seen; you. He watched you with slightly parted lips as you rid yourself of your dress, undoing the laces up front yourself. Sihtric couldn't decide if he wanted to stare at your beautiful face, or watch the arousing movements of your fingers pulling the laces, revealing more of your body with each tug.

You watched his enchanted eyes dart between your own and your hands. You walked over to him and took one of his hands, guiding him up to your chest and sliding his warm, rough, tattooed fingers inside your loosened up top, down your cleavage. Sihtric's breath hitched at the feeling of your, to him, perfectly shaped breast in his hand. You pulled your skirt up and you lowered yourself onto his lap, took his free hand and repeated your previous move, making Sihtric hum softly as he massaged your breasts lightly with his hands. You tried to work the laces of his armour, which took longer than you anticipated, but Sihtric didn't even notice your struggle, as he was simply in another dimension at the feeling of his hands on your warm, soft skin.

Finally you tugged the last leather lace and loosened the warrior's armour, which he quickly took off. You got back up and pulled his tunic over his head, leaving Sihtric in only his breeches, which gave you a full view of his lean body and his scarred skin. You had been with men before, but none had ever made you this aroused before by simply just looking at them. You let your dress slide off your shoulders, stepping over the pile of fabric, completely bare, as you closed the distance between you and Sihtric. You straddled his lap again, planting soft, openmouthed kisses all over his chest and shoulders, earning a few moans and hisses before you kissed his lips again. His hands trailed up and down your back, lightly, and you pushed him over to lay down onto your bed, his feet still on the floor. You found his lips again, taking your time to move one hand down over his toned chest, into his breeches, where you stroked his long, hard cock slowly but firmly. Sihtric tensed up at the feeling of your hand around him and inhaled sharply. You chuckled, satisfied at this reaction.

'I… I…' Sihtric stammered, feeling dizzy at the otherworldly feeling of being pleased by the woman of his dreams.

'What is it?' you purred and kissed his neck, making it ever harder for him to speak.

'You… you are my first,' Sihtric blurted out with a raspy voice. He looked at you with big eyes and a clenched jaw, holding his breath as you looked up at him and stopped your movements.

'Oh…' You blinked in surprise at him while he still looked worried.

'Do… you want this? Do you want me to continue?' you asked cautiously.

'Y-yes,' Sihtric was quick to say, 'p-please.'

'Okay,' you said, smiling, 'will you let me know if you don't like something?'

Sihtric nodded.

'Let me know too if you do like something?' Sihtric was quick to nod again with a shy smile, and you started to use your hand on him again, a little faster this time, to which he threw his head back onto your bed.

'Good?'

'Mhm,' he hummed with a smile, 'yeah I… I like that.'

You pecked his lips softly and kissed your way down his neck, his shoulders, his chest and on to his waist. He looked at you with big eyes as you lowered his breeches and sank down to your knees on the floor. Sihtric sat back up and watched you push his legs apart, positioning yourself in between his thighs.

'Has anyone done this before?' you asked as you looked up at him.

Sihtric shook his head, he couldn't bring out a word to you, too stunned at the thought of what was about to happen. You chuckled, for it had been a long time since you had taken someone's virginity and Sihtric was as adorable as he was astonishing.

You wetted his cock with your saliva and worked his length with your hand, before running your tongue up from the base to his tip. You immediately noticed how sensitive Sihtric was, as you felt him twitch on your tongue by doing the bare minimum. He let out an animalistic growl when he felt the wetness and warmth of your mouth around him, slowly taking him in. Sihtric threw his head back with a sharp exhale as you started bobbing your head up and down with a slow and steady pace. You enjoyed the feeling of his twitching and pulsating cock in your mouth and you looked up at him. You moaned at the sight of his exposed neck, his head tilted back slightly with closed eyes, his lips parted as he moaned softly and murmured inaudibly. You ran your hand up his bare chest, wanting his attention. Sihtric placed his hand upon yours before he looked down at you, with flushed cheeks, eyes dark as night and breaths heavy as rolling thunder on a hot summer night.

You locked eyes as you felt your lips already swell up. Sihtric took your hand from his chest and brought it up to his own lips, kissing each finger before he licked your index finger. He surprised you by taking your digit in his mouth, firmly sucking your finger as he pulled your hand back slowly, only giving you that pleasure just once. You were taken by a wave of intense heating in your core and had to pull your mouth away from him. Sihtric moaned at the loss and swallowed hard.

'I… I can't hold much longer,' he said, almost apologetic.

'You don't have to,' you reassured him, 'would you like to finish yourself?'

'Mhm,' Sihtric replied as sweat trickled down his biceps, and he started to work himself. You brought his free hand up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat, to which Sihtric cursed and you could see his cock twitch.

'In my mouth,' you said with a cheeky smile.

Sihtric understood and came with a loud, deep grunt, spilling his cum in your open mouth. He immediately became dizzy by the intensity of it all and fell back onto the bed. You watched him with a smile and climbed on top of him. You pecked his skin wherever you could as his chest heaved up and down while shaky breaths left his lips. He had his eyes closed as he laid back, his hands on his forehead, as if trying to grasp the entire moment.

'Was it good for you?' you whispered after you kissed his temple and brushed your fingertips over his reddened cheek.

'Yeah… yeah,' he breathed, 'I'm sorry I…'

'Shh,' you silenced him with a finger on his lips, 'you did perfect, Sihtric.'

'But you didn't fi-'

You silenced him again, this time with a kiss. Sihtric may have been a virgin but he sure knew how to kiss, you had found out after that first harsh kiss. And you loved the feeling of his warm, slightly chapped lips pressed against yours. Sihtric was quick to pick up on what you liked, kissing you slow, deep and a little sloppy. His tongue tasting and feeling yours before he'd suck your bruised bottom lip in his mouth, to tease you. And he loved the sound of your light giggle when he did so.

'Let me know when you are ready again.'

Sihtric smiled at you, his eyes soft and in love. And he knew the gods had blessed him when you returned the exact same look. You explored his body with your hands as your lips wouldn't leave his, until you both desperately needed some air. You both chuckled, Sihtric becoming a little more confident as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and brushed his rough fingers over your cheek as he gazed at you.

'You are so… so beautiful,' he whispered, almost in trance as his fingertips traced the shape of your lips.

'So are you,' you felt a little shy suddenly. You had loved the way Sihtric looked, but you had never been close to him much. So finding out he was such a sweet and gentle young man overwhelmed you with a rush of butterflies. And the feeling of his hands exploring your skin, as you whispered sweet nothings to each other in between soft kisses and giggles, had you simply head over heels.

'I think I, you know…' he chuckled.

'Ready again?'

'Yeah. Unless you don't want to… it's… I don't mind,' Sihtric said, slightly concerned. Not wanting you to feel forced.

'Trust me, I want to,' you smiled and kissed his cheek, 'how would you like to begin?'

Sihtric let out a nervous chuckle and shrugged shyly as he looked at you.

'Maybe… you could like… this way?' he gestured vaguely at you.

'You want me on top?' you smiled, to which he nodded, and you reassured him once more, 'I'd like that.'

You kissed him and stroked his hard cock again, already feeling familiar with his length and twitches. After a moment you teased him, grinding your wet slit over his cock, making Sihtric a moaning mess underneath you. Then you lined him up with your entrance, and you slowly, very slowly, sank down onto him, taking his pleasant length all in. You moaned with a smile as you felt how good he filled you up, and Sihtric looked completely drunk on the feeling of your walls tightened around him.

'Does that feel good to you?'

'Yeah. You- you feel really good. Perfect,' his breath hitched when you rocked your hips slow and gentle. You took his hands and placed them on your breasts, then you settled your hands on his toned chest, gradually speeding up little by little until you bounced on his cock with a steady pace you both seemed to enjoy. You loved being on top, this way you could easily stimulate yourself with your fingers, or find the right angle to do the job for you while you were riding him.

'Sihtric,' you moaned after a short while, which made his head spin again.

Sihtric desperately wanted to watch you on top of him, wanting the sight of you imprinted in his mind, forever, but you felt so good he just couldn't keep his eyes open, and had to let his head rest back onto the bed. You leaned in, hitting the right angle for yourself, and for him, when you did so and you kissed his lips. His hands made their way to your hips and you both breathed heavy, almost in sync, your sweaty forehead rested against his as you enjoyed each other thoroughly. You felt his cock twitch and pulsate inside you when you sank into him, purposely slow, causing him to growl and grab your hips firmly.

'Please,' Sihtric moaned, 'don't stop. Faster… faster, please.' He begged.

Feeling he was close, you picked up your pace and brought your own hand in between your bodies, stimulating yourself to approach your climax along with his. You loved it when a man did that for you, but you couldn't ask that of him yet. Maybe after a few times, you thought, you would teach him, if he wanted to be yours that was.

'Oh, gods!' Sihtric grunted when he felt your walls clench around his cock as you came, a little earlier than him, but you managed to ride him through your own high long enough to give him his. You felt his body jerk a few times when he spilled inside you, and the smile on his face told you he had never felt anything as nice before. You both stilled for a short moment before you got off him and laid down next to him.

You were both sweaty, messy, out of breath and completely satisfied. Without thinking, Sihtric pulled you in his arms and kissed you sweetly, until both your highs had worn off.

'Hey,' Sihtric whispered as he nuzzled your cheek.

'Hm?' you hummed, butterflies rushing through your stomach when you heard his soft chuckle in your ear before he spoke again.

'I think…' Sihtric paused, brushing your ear lightly with his lips as he felt shy again, 'I think I'm in love with you.'

You felt yourself blush and bit down on your lip, trying to hide your smile.

'Good,' you said, firmly.

'Good?' Sihtric looked at you, smiling.

'Good,' you said again and smiled, 'because I think I'm in love with you as well. And now that I've been your first… I want to be your last too, Sihtric.'

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