#the idea of one caring for the other is nice and all

[max-wanna-die]

Oh man

1: haven't decided, actually

2: secret :3 I may reveal myself soon but that's gonna have a lot of repercussions

3: November 17! I somehow forgot it the other day lmao

4: Scorpio. I was close to being a Sagittarius but apparently I was impatient

5: black, red, white, and gold

6: 13

7: River (fluffy cat) and Meatloaf (betta fish)

8: not sure what this means, but I'm American

9: like 160cm (5'2)

10: I have no idea

11: like...... 3

13: scarily flexible, can create knots only I can undo, voluntary nystagmus

12: my dreams are a wild mess. Lampie died in my last one and I had to keep their corpse's arm frozen. And a lady pushed out her boyfriend's corpse from a freezer and stayed there instead. Also, the Queen of Hearts was there. No, not Angelina Dalles Queen of Hearts. Just a random Queen of Hearts.

14: no? I've had some supernatural experiences tho

15: Fins (Sink or Swim 2) — Ayesha Erotica

16: Corpse Bride

17: someone who's morally right and can understand I have issues. And likes anime

18: absolutely not. I'm no way in hell mentally stable/physically safe to have a child (my bf has a breeding kink, so uhhhhh probably good we haven't met)

19: not sure.

20: nope! For me, all religions are honestly a cult, but I will respect someone who is religious/their religion

21: I was born there.

22: I don't think so.....

23: not sure, but I definitely wanna meet some

24: both make me very uncomfortable (I hate my body) (trans problems) but I've only been taking showers lately so a bath would be nice

25: none. My dogs are free.

26: not as far as I know.

27: HELL NO.

28: sex-pop, dark pop, regular pop, and angst. It's Ayesha, Melanie, or an obscure artist at full blast

29: what the what (no.)

30: 3 (one to the wall, one to prop up the first, and the one against both I sleep against)

31: I have no idea man.

32: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh normal? I'm in an apartment

33: I'm skinny for a reason (I don't usually eat breakfast)

34: just a Nerf gun. I'm too traumatized from actual guns.

35: I would like to try that, but my aim is shit.

36: what

37: faggot (the only slur I can say)

38: yes. (2 or 3 days, maybe even a week?)

39: yep! A few on my hands from my cats, and one of the back of my right thigh from a bike accident.

40: I don't know

41: yes. (But I could be lying on that. Who knows?)

42: NOPE LMAOOO

43: Irish or Scottish. I'm very good at accents actually (specifically strong ones— like Russian)

44: only if I choose. Otherwise, American accent

45: Scottish or Russian. Very fun to imitate ngl

46: like my MBTI? Uh INFP

47: not sure...... Don't really care, either way

48: ..yes?

49: like my nipples or my bellybutton?

50: right. My mom/sibling are left-handed, and my dad is right-handed

51: yep. Terrified.

52: anything sweet, honestly.

53: California rolls? I don't really like foreign food (picky eater)

54: very clean. Unless depression decides to bend me over and give me backshots

55: 'JESUS CHRIST—'

56: fuck.

57: so long. I have to Sit and Stare™ before I get ready while still Staring™

58: kinda? Uh not really I think

59: kinky. Both

60: 24/7

61: yep.

62: nope.

63: being left alone

64: I try not to be.

65: I don't know! I don't watch movies very often.

66: short. Helps me pass as male like 5% better.

67: probably not. Yes, I'm American. Be kind, America sucks and so does my memory.

68: history/literature

69 (hehe): introverted. VERY.

70: no

71: everything. Yay anxiety

72: just what's in it.

73: kinda? Again, anxiety (I get misgendered really often so my sibling has to correct people)

74: oh you're not fucking getting me with this

75: nope! But I've had rumors started about me (thanks Lauryn)

76: kinda?

77: just a few shots (my dad lets us). Alcohol's too bitter tho, so you don't have to worry about me being an alcoholic.

78: just my meds.

79: boy and girl in kindergarten. I was bisexual at a very young age.

80: two. I wanna get more NGL (just my ears rn— I kinda want snake bites or a tongue piercing)

81: yes. It sucks. I can't control it so I have to speak really slowly on sentences with R's.

82: very.

83: normal? I'm pretty fast

84: natural ginger. From my mom.

85: hazel. They look green or brown in some lights.

86: shrimp and grass pollen

87: nope. Just Tumblr.

88: no.

89: ....not really. I always seem older than I am and have a mindset much older than my body.

90: so much.

91: not assigned at birth. It's nice, but it's not me. My current name is me, and I love it.

92: don't want a child, but I suppose my dead name/a variant of my dead name.

93: if I was forced to have a child, then I guess girl. I'd know how to raise her.

94: yapping endlessly, being whimsical, and ranting then posting horny art.

95: my dad, my mind, and the crippling fear of everything.

96: my mom chose it because she liked it (dad said it was from a show, liar) and I chose my current one at random. I went 'what's the most androgynous name I can think of and how can I make it masc'

97: I don't think so?

98: repeated question. The others are COMPLETELY healed self-harm scars on my thighs and arms. They're gone now

99: light pink at Mom's, pale yellow at Dad's

100: white at Mom's, green at Dad's

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

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Work Crush

Summary: Your fellow co-workers at The Daily Planet believe that Clark has a little crush on you.

Clark Kent x co-worker!reader

A/N: idk what this is... idk if I should go through with writing for other characters/people(I only write for hockey players) so this is something new.

I also have never worked in an office so this might suck... And I haven't watched the movie(yet) I apologize if I don't write some characters right.

Hope you guys enjoy reading!

You walked through the bullpen as if you owned it(you were going to be head of chief one day or the other), carrying multiple typed out papers you were given too by some interns.

"Lois, not funny." You pointed at her and put the papers on her desk.

Lois just laughs. "Still can't believe they did it."

You sat down at your desk and kicked her in the leg playfully. "Of course they did, you're Lois Lane. You're practically the Beyoncé of the Daily Planet right now."

"Hmm, you're right. I should be using my power to full potential."

"Not what I meant, you idiot. You don't get paid to annoy me."

"Not my fault it's just so nice to do." Lois began reading through the papers.

You sighed and began to focus more on your work, this article about Lex Luthor being corrupt wasn't gonna write itself.

Cat Grant twirled her hair as she observed the two of you.

"Are you two single?" She asked, looking between the two of you.

You glanced up. "Uh yeah, why?"

Clark, who has been staying silent the whole time accidently knocked his papers over as soon as the words slipped from your mouth. His cheeks flushed as he began to pick up the papers.

You began to help him and your hand accidentally brushed against his, you swore you saw his cheeks flush even more.

"Thanks, you uh didn't have to help." He stood up awkwardly as he took the papers from you, and placed them back on his desk.

"It's fine." You nodded.

Clark suddenly muttered something about needed to use the bathroom and walked away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Superman zooming away at a rapid speed, most likely to help someone out of danger.

Cat and Lois shared a look, Jimmy walked through the bullpen passing Clark on the way.

"Oh hey Olsen, you got my photos." You looked at him.

Jimmy grinned. "Of course, only for the best reporter in Metropolis... besides Lois."

"Just saved your life there." Lois snorted.

"Did you see the way Clark acted around you?" Cat spoke up.

"What do you mean? Didn't notice anything." You replied.

"His face was like so red." Lois commented. "Got even redder when your hands brushed, barely touched."

"Okay, what are you two getting at?" You asked.

"Clark obviously has a crush on you." She explained.

Cat explained further. "He's so... shy around you. Shyer than usual and more awkward." Lois nodded to Cat's words.

"Are you two actually agreeing right now? I must be dreaming." You rolled your eyes.

"As his best friend, I can confirm that he definitely has a crush on you." Jimmy came over and handed you the photos. "His eyes like light up whenever he's talking about you."

You took the photos. "His eyes light up?"

Jimmy nodded. "He's always talking about how nice you look this day or how amazing your piece in the paper was, and he just has this stupid grin on his face when he does it. Really annoying."

Your cheeks turned slightly pink. "You're kidding."

Jimmy shook his head, while Lois asked you a question. "Well enough about Clark, how do you feel?"

All their eyes locked on you as they waited for your answer.

You shrugged in your seat. "I mean... he's not bad to look at. Has nice facial features, He's very nice and caring. He's like... the idea of everyone's dream man."

"But do you think he's your dream man?" Cat asked.

Your cheeks flushed even more as you processed the question.

"Well realistically... he's all I ever wanted in a man." You admitted.

You looked at the three of them, all of them dead silent and are giving you an awkward smile. "...He's right behind me." Lois gave you a subtle nod.

You turned around in your chair and there he was. Standing there adjusting his tie nervously with his cheeks tinted pink.

The rest of your co-workers avoided their eyes and pretended to focus on their work, Cat glancing at the two of you every couple minutes.

"So... I'm assuming you heard that conversation?" You looked at Clark, who nodded sheepishly. "They tried telling me you had like a small crush on me, I didn't believe-"

"Well that's where you're wrong, I- I do have a crush on you, and uh it's isn't small." Clark cuts you off with a nervous chuckle.

You looked at Clark, jaw agape. "You- what?"

Clark smiled shyly. "Yeah, I have a crush on you. Had this crush for months actually and I'm guessing from that conversation... you have a crush on me too?" He guessed hopefully.

"Yeah, I do." You shrugged. "You gonna do something about it, farm boy?"

Clark chuckled nervously at the nickname. "We can go to that Italian restaurant down the street... I heard from a friend(that friend being Jimmy) that it's pretty good." Clark offers.

You nodded. "Tomorrow evening then, after work. It's a date." You smiled at him.

Clark's eyes brighten at your a smile and made a promise to himself to get you to smile all the time.

However before he could respond, Perry White, with a disapproving yet amused look stepped out of his office. Having seen the whole commotion even before Clark came back,

"Everyone get back to work," Perry barked out an order. "We're not here to gossip." He grumbled.

"Such slackers." Steve muttered under his breath.

[dannyriccsystem]

TO THINK ABOUT THE ONE YOU LOVE (AND HOLD THEM TIGHT.)

LANDO NORRIS X READER

SUMMARY: Lando’s ex, Luisa, is getting married and he’s been invited to her wedding. Chaos unfolds as the day of the wedding arrives.

WARNINGS: Fake dating, Luisinha and Jose cameos, Lando is a bit of a disaster, Suggestive themes, portrayal of Luisa does not reflect on her character in real life

FEATURING: Lando Norris x Model!Reader

NOTE: Chapter 3 is here! I’ve decided to stick to my original idea and keep it short, so ideally there is only one chapter left :)

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“Straighten your tie,” You whisper to Lando, yet before he can even register your words you’re gently swatting his hands aside to do it yourself, seizing an opportunity to appear closer in front of a crowd. This was your first official public appearance as a couple, which meant you really had to sell the whole ‘dating’ idea now, or else your whole plan would fail.

So far, things were going a lot easier than you expected. It was just an event hosted by one of the companies your agency had a brand deal with, and since you’re the face of their newest product, you’re expected to make an appearance to show it off. It’s just a concealer, and you were actually quite impressed with the product. Lando puffed his chest out as you fiddled with his tie, smiling down at you— He certainly had the whole ‘head over heels’ look down perfectly. He nearly fooled you.

“Thank you, love,” he whispered back so quietly you weren’t sure why he added the pet name at all. Nobody would have heard, so it was pointless, but you appreciated the effort he was willing to put in nonetheless. You locked your arm with his, the pair of you gracefully continuing your trek down the carpet lined with crazed fans and paparazzi capturing your every move. You were nervous, heart pounding in your chest. You two needed to be extra careful.

“Oh, oh,” you excitedly squirm, pointing in the direction of a large contraption with a line of people. “Have you ever done a GlamBOT?”

“A glam-what?” He repeats, tilting his head. You effortlessly laugh at his look of confusion; yes, you were selling this act nicely.

“A GlamBOT,” you repeat for the final time. “It’s this really cool camera that takes these cool videos in slow motion. Do you want to try?”

“I wouldn’t know what to do,” he replies almost sheepishly as you’re already dragging him towards the line. “Can we do it together?”

You almost say no, but when you look at him he has the expression of an excited puppy. Big eyes, huge grin, and a metaphorical wagging tail. You try to suppress your grin, but it’s impossible, so you nod with a sort of upside down smile. “Sure.”

“I think I have an idea, then.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“It’s a surprise, my love.” This time he says it a bit louder, and he’s certainly caught the attention of a few lurking cameras and eavesdropping ears. You’re proud of how far his acting skills have come.

But to Lando, it rolls off the tongue so easily. Maybe it’s because you’ve spent so much time pretending to be a couple that it’s started to get into his head, or maybe he’s just wishfully thinking and hoping for this reality. He doesn’t know how to feel anymore, but he does know that when he saw you for the first time that night, he was floored.

You managed to make every outfit look good. So good that he felt sick to his stomach, and he couldn’t tell why.

You both walked up to the machine, politely introducing yourself to the sweet, slightly eccentric curly haired man behind the invention. He chatted with you both briefly before explaining the process, and allowing you two to get into your starting position, arms wrapped around each other tightly. You were eager to see what this ‘surprise idea’ was supposed to be.

Just as it started, Lando pulled you in. You whirled around with a laugh of excitement, both arms wrapped around you. He dipped you back, holding you steady with one arm around your waist and the other supporting you by the shoulder. You lifted one leg, and his hand trailed down to rest at your thigh. His lips met yours, and you shared a brief kiss, captured by the camera.

When it was over, he spun you back at his side, the two of you sharing an exhilarating laugh while Cole just clapped. “Beautiful!” He exclaimed, clearly pleased.

You turned to Lando, and he looked back at you with that glimmer in his eyes. You always played it off as him being mischievous, but now you were beginning to wonder if it was something else.

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“Nervous?” Lando asks as you both approach the venue of the reception. The ceremony had gone quite beautifully, but nothing too exciting has taken place quite yet. Lando introduced you to a few people as his girlfriend, but other than that, it was just like a normal wedding. You were thankful that Pietra and Max were also invited, likely for the sake of having a grander wedding with more people, because they were your backup in case anything went awry.

“A little,” you admit softly. If anything were to get out about your entire relationship being fake, it could honestly worsen your already iffy reputation, and Lando’s entire plan would be ruined. He’d be made to look a fool.

But he smiles at you, and all of your worries are washed away with the rising tide of his reassurance. You could melt in that smile— so genuine and so sweet. Nothing like the Lando Norris you’ve heard ‘horror stories’ about. Rumors are always wrong. “You’ll do great.”

“Thanks.” You look away in fear of lingering too long. He cleaned up rather nicely, with your help of course. A suit with a red tie that matched your dress, but his hair was also slicked back in a casually messy way, with one curl hanging over his forehead: your decision, not his. He had shaved a few days prior so his stubble was still there, but the facial hair wasn’t overpowering his classy appearance. Overall: Handsome.

You wore the same red dress you had tried on a while ago, paired with a black overcoat and a purse just a few shades lighter to match. You also decorated yourself with lots of pearl jewelry to complete the outfit. Together, you looked like a perfect power couple. Mission successful.

You’re both seated at a table with Max and Pietra, and you all share a laugh as Lando exclaims with disgust when fish is laid down before his friend. “Mate, that’s disgusting—”

“Oh, grow up, Lando,” he refutes, rolling his eyes at his friend like usual. You find the dish to look quite delicious, but Lando’s ordered you both the steak, which makes your mouth water. Good choice, Lan. “Take a bite,” Max says with a chuckle as he holds his fork out, a piece of smoked salmon speared onto the end. Lando leans back against you, and far away from the fish. You laugh, holding his shoulders before he pulls away.

A certain bride watches from afar, her celebratory smile fading at the sight of a group of people she used to be so close with now laughing without her so easily. On her special day, too. They seem to be off in their own little world, enjoying their own made up festivities rather than celebrating the newfound married couple. She clenches her teeth, quietly dismissing herself from the conversation to approach them with a bright smile.

“I’m so glad you could all make it,” she says as she stops at their table, scanning over the group. You shift, unsure of this atmosphere change. Everyone, who was once laughing over inside jokes and sharing stories, has now quieted down to greet the host of the party with practiced smiles. “Y/N, that dress is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you reply genuinely, smiling graciously. “Congratulations, Luisinha. I’m so happy for you and-”

“Lando,” she interrupts, her attention turning to your companion. You blink with surprise at the sudden shift, but adapt nonetheless. “You look handsome as well! You’ll have to go say hi to my mom later, she’s been dying to see you ever since she found out you were coming.”

“Oh,” he laughs casually. “Yeah, I can go say hi later. She always did like me,” it comes off as a joke, but for some reason your heart twists uncomfortably. You chew at your lip, staring down at your meal with a sudden loss of appetite.

You lean over, whispering to just him, “I’m gonna go get us some drinks, be right back.” You kiss his cheek, standing up quickly. Lando grabs your hand before you can walk away, thumb running over your knuckles. You peer at him with confusion, but he just smiles.

“Okay, love you.”

Your heart sinks. This was not planned, you were not prepared for this. He says it so perfectly, and for a moment you’re pissed at how swell his acting is. You swallow thickly, but lock eyes as you reply, “I love you too,” and then quickly leave, cheeks flushed with warmth you couldn’t explain even if you tried.

Luisa watches you go, but she’s not satisfied. She leaves the group alone with the realization that maybe things were moving all too fast, but that it was time to let go. She bids farewell and returns to her family and newly wed husband.

You busy yourself at the bar, hands shaking as you tap the tabletop. You ordered two glasses of wine, hoping to calm your nerves. It’s not long until someone sidles up beside you, all too close for a stranger. You recognize his face: he’s the best man of the wedding, but you’ve got no clue what his name is.

“Hey,” he greets casually, shooting you what he probably thinks to be a suave smile. It comes off as uncomfortable for you.

“Hi,” you reply, inching away. You just pray internally that your drinks are finished soon, or that someone else takes his attention away. Anything to save you from this awkward situation. Your nerves are already tingling, you can’t stand having to partake in an unbearably flirty conversation.

“You know the bride or the groom?” He asked, tilting his head at you.

“Uh- Bride, sort of.” You should have just quickly explained you were a plus one, but he wasn’t exactly giving you the room to talk.

“Oh, Luisa’s cool,” he says, straightening his stance and puffing his chest out.

“Mhm.” You sigh with relief as the bartender slides you your two glasses, and you scoop both of them up. You try to use this window of opportunity to exit, but his voice pulls you back in.

“Two? Drinking with friends?”

“Um-”

“Y/N,” a voice murmurs low in your ear as a familiar arm wraps around your waist. Lando’s hand gently grabs one of the glasses, bringing it to his lips. “Thank you for getting drinks, love,” he says before kissing the top of your head. “Who’s this?”

You lean into his touch, nursing your drink with growing confidence. Thank the lord for Lando. You both stare at him with expectation, waiting for an introduction. It’s his turn to shift nervously, shaking his head. “I was just leaving.”

“That’s too bad,” Lando says, his hand on the small of your back guiding you away. When you were out of earshot, he gave you a huge boyish grin. “How was that? Did I play the jealous boyfriend act okay?”

You sucked in a breath. “Perfect.” Too perfect.

The festivities of the night had begun to roll out after the couple’s first dance as husband and wife was finished, which then opened the floor to all the guests. Max and Pietra were quick to get up, hand in hand as they joined everyone else in the fun. You peeked over at Lando, who was watching the floor carefully. He had been since Luisa and Jose’s dance.

It had to have been weird for him. Being invited to his ex’s wedding and then watching her be so happy with someone that wasn’t him? Part of you felt bad that he had to go at all. For what? A public image? It seemed harsh. But at the same time, you’re happy to have been given the opportunity to meet such a gentleman. You’re happy that you got to see Lando. The real Lando. Not the playboy everyone advertised him as.

“Do you want to dance?” You suddenly ask, breaking him free from his trance. When you stand up, hand extended, he smiles at you and joins your side, your fingers intertwined. He squeezed your hand and you couldn’t help but notice how your hands locked together perfectly.

He led you to the dance floor, his other hand sliding to your waist. “I actually don’t know how to dance,” he admitted quietly. You smiled and shook your head softly.

“Just follow my lead,” and he did. He watched your feet at first, examining how you moved in the perfect box step for a waltz. He was clumsy at first, but when he finally got the hang of it, his eyes turned to yours instead. You found yourself getting lost in the soft, ocean blue hue of his eyes, entranced by every chiseled, perfect feature of his face. If Formula One didn’t work out, he could always take up modeling.

He suddenly looked away, and his smile felt a lot more pained. You wanted to ask him what was wrong— What plagued his mind, but you didn’t have to. After a brief sigh, he spoke, “Weird to think how tomorrow things will just go back to normal.”

You frown. “What do you mean?” You asked the question even though you knew what he meant. Tomorrow, everything would be different. Different, but familiar. No daily facetimes, no gossiping about Luisa and Jose just for his benefit, no dates where you plotted out ideas for the wedding. This was it. This was the end.

He didn’t answer you, he just pulled you in closer to quietly sway to the soft music, his chin resting atop your head. You understood all too well… He didn’t want to let go, and for a moment, neither did you. This was supposed to be easy: letting go.

It should have been easy to stay. If you just said what was on your mind then, maybe things could be different. Maybe your fake relationship could develop into something real, but as your arms looped around his neck and you tucked your cheek to his chest, you understood that it couldn’t possibly happen. This was love built off a contract and nothing more. He didn’t love you, it was just for show.

“I wish it was easy to let go.” You whispered, unsure if he would even hear.

He did.

Of course he did.

To the benefit of your act, right before you both planned to leave, you had managed to win the night over. You, yes you, had caught the bride’s bouquet— A happy omen for the future. It was supposed to be a blessing, but for some reason your heart only ached more.

You met Lando outside, flowers clutched in your hand. You sucked in a breath, picking your skirt up to carefully descend the flight of stairs. He faced you, holding his hand out with calculated cold ease. You stared at the offer before extending your own palm, shaking them diligently.

“This is where we part ways,” he says with heartbreakingly calm composure. You nod, pulling your hand back to sit in your coat pocket. The flowers hang at your side sadly, petals drooping on the concrete ground in a sad show of your inner emotions.

“It was nice getting to know you.” And you mean it. Nobody had ever charmed you like Lando Norris, off camera or on. He turns around to walk away, ending your interactions with the sort of farewell you had expected at the very beginning of this whole ordeal. But before he could disappear into the dark of the night, you called out in a soft voice. “Keep in touch!”

He paused before turning around, waving dramatically from afar. “Will do.”

With his hands balled in his pockets and his jaw clenched, Lando left you there, cold and alone for the first time in a long time.

LANDO NORRIS → MAX FEWTRELL

[00rangeshoney]

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summary: johnny’s your long time best friend & research partner :) 

warnings: none

word count: 1,598 words

author's note: guys, I DONT KNOW SHIT about science, please bear with me. ALSO i recommend for u guys to listen to the rolling stones ‘beast of burden’ after or during this. ENJOOYYY

“You know, Johnny… if the Van Allen belts started fluctuating from quantum leakage, say from another dimension, the radiation wouldn’t follow any known EM spectrum. It’d be unstable. Mutagenic, even.”

Johnny turned, brows raised, his face half-lit in the warm wash of the overhead fluorescents.

“What?” he asked flatly, blinking like he’d only caught the last few words.

You leaned back in your chair, frowning slightly. “I’m saying, what if those cosmic rays aren’t just echoes from the Big Bang? What if something’s coming through? Something new.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Bleed-through from another dimension via radiation spikes? That’d violate conservation laws,” he said.

You exhaled, fogging the rim of your empty mug. You stared into it for a moment, then stood.

“Give me a second. I need more caffeine.”

Johnny nodded. “Yeah. I’ll throw something on to keep myself awake.”

The clock read 12:21 a.m. The Baxter Building was quiet now—muted circuits humming like distant crickets, floor lights casting long shadows. You returned to the spare study room, sliding the glass door almost shut behind you.

The soft buzz of vinyl static mixed with the familiar strum of the intro of Beast of Burden drifting from the corner turntable. Johnny stood in front of the chalkboard, chalk pinched delicately between his fingers, his posture all relaxed frustration, one hip cocked, his free hand in his hair. The board was scrawled with half-solved equations, almost unreadable notes on the margins of the board, pieces of a puzzle the two of you couldn’t stop chasing–your shared obsession. 

“Rolling Stones?” you asked, setting your refilled mug on the glass table.

“Mhm,” he murmured, not looking away. “We’ve been at this for six hours. I need some music.”

You stepped beside him. Your shoulders brushed. Neither of you moved.

He was quiet—lip pulled between his teeth, brow furrowed—and when he finally turned, it wasn’t to answer you. It was just to see if you were stuck too. You met his gaze.

“You won’t find the answers written on my face,” you said dryly.

He flirted, “You’re sure? It’s a nice face.”

You scoffed, eyes flicking back to the board. “Alright hotshot, think of the other dimension like a second membrane. Energy isn’t lost—it’s exchanged. Like solar flares. But interdimensional.”

“Brane cosmology,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching. “You’re straying into string theory now. Careful, you’ll give Reed ideas.”

“You’d love that.”

Again, your shoulders brushed—closer this time. Still, neither of you moved.

Johnny turned toward you, “Remember back in college when we used to talk about starting a rogue lab in Switzerland?”

You smiled. “With solar panels and cows.”

“And that greenhouse you kept trying to design even though you killed every plant you owned.”

“You said you’d handle the compost.”

His laugh was soft, nostalgic. The equations behind him faded into the background.

“That was before you joined Reed’s think tank,” he said, tapping the badge on your lab coat.

“And before you got famous.”

Johnny smirked. “Was I ever not famous?”

You gave him a long, amused look. “Still as insufferable as before.”

He grinned. “Fuck off.”

Then, with sudden mock seriousness, he looked at you, wiggling his shoulders with a grin, dancing slightly as he sang off-key:

“Am I hard enough? Am I rough enough? Am I rich enough—”

“Don’t,” you warned, groaning.

“I’m not too blind to see…” he finished, grinning wide.

“You are the burden, Johnny.”

He laughed. “Classic,” he said, unbothered. “It’s a masterpiece.”

“You’re impossible, I’m gonna tell Reed on you.” You tossed a piece of chalk at his shoulder, and he caught it with exaggerated flair. 

He turned back to the board, started to write—but the chalk slipped. You both lunged for it at once. Your foreheads collided. A soft thunk. You hissed as hot coffee sloshed down the front of your shirt.

“Shit—sorry!” Johnny reached out, panicked. He grabbed your lab coat from the table and patted your chest, trying to dry it.

“Johnny!” you snapped, slapping his hand away, half-shocked. You unbuttoned your shirt halfway as the heat soaked through the fabric. “It’s hot!”

“I’ll get you something,” He hurried from the room.

He came back a minute later, a royal blue sweater in his hands. His. Familiar, soft, worn at the sleeves.

“Seriously?” you asked.

“It’s clean,” he said gently.

You took it and raised an eyebrow. “Turn around.”

He obeyed after a beat. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. And you’re the one who flashed half the dorm, remember?”

“That was years ago,” you muttered. “And I was drunk.”

“You were also covered in vomit. I was doing you a favor.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Just saying—it wasn’t the worst night of my life.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the sweater on. The scent hit first: warm, slightly smoky—like campfire and ozone. It hung loose around you, the sleeves long past your wrists.

When you turned, he was already watching. So you threw your stained shirt at his chest.

“What the hell, I told you to turn around.”

He caught it, smiling sheepishly. “Like I said. Nothing I haven’t seen.”

You crossed to the chalkboard, trying to regain your composure. He joined you, standing beside you, eyes flicking toward your face.

You pulled your hair back with a pencil, loose hair strands fell that framed your face prettily. When you looked up, he was still staring. Not glancing. Memorizing.

You raised an eyebrow. “I know I’m pretty, flame boy. Try not to fall in love.”

He blinked, then laughed, the sound soft and careful. “You’re so full of shit.”

“Just don’t set the room on fire again like before, alright?”

He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes all the way. “Only if you stop wearing my clothes. I’m trying to stay focused here.”

The song faded into quiet static behind you. You tried not to smile and neither of you moved away. You took a slow sip of coffee, the sweater warm against your skin. Too warm... or maybe that was just you.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Gojo and his wife having sex in the tub after she grumbles about her hips being sore?

“Ow…” You groan under your breath as you tried to stand up from the couch. Your hips protesting at even the slightest move.

Your body had been through the ringer recently. With training and the recent increase in cursed activity, you had put more stress and strain on your body than normal; also getting punched through walls, but that was a different story. Thanks to the healing powers of Shoko you were relatively fine, but your body still protested at your mistreatment of it. Making you aware that it would not stand for this much longer (literally).

“Still kind of sore babe?” Gojo asked as he looked up from his phone. Spread out on what was left of the couch as he doom scrolled and sent funny reels to Yuji.

“Yeah. It’s just my hips now though.” You try to stretch them out but that seemed to only irritate them more.

“Why don’t you take a warm bath then? I hear that helps.” Gojo suggested.

You thought about it for a moment and realized you didn’t have anything else to do today, so why not. “Great!” Gojo exclaimed and literally tossed his phone to the side before leaping up beside you. “I’ll get it started for you.”

His enthusiasm should have been your first sign that he was up to something. But the idea that you might get some relief from your aching muscles clouded your intuition and you simply waited for Gojo to tell you the bath was ready. When you went into the bathroom you saw that the lights were dimmed, candles were lit, and Gojo was already lounging in the tub. “Come on in sweetheart.”

You felt your face heat up and mentally try to blame it on the humid air from the tub. “I thought this bath was supposed to be for me.” You told Gojo.

“It is!” He insisted. “I’m going to rub your hips for you while you soak to help get the tension out. Because I’m such a good husband.”

Again, you ignore the obvious warning signs of mischief in those dazzling eyes, and instead decide to go along with it. You strip out of your clothes and get into the bath. Gojo behind you as you lean back into his chest. “See. Isn’t this nice?” You had to admit, it was.

You relax for a bit before you start to feel Gojo’s hands move. Come up to the front of your body and resting on your hips. His hands begin to massage the planes of your hips. Working into slow circles as he pressed into the muscles to try and get them to relax too. You moan quietly at the feeling.

His hands then slide further to your front, still massaging, and slowly start to make a path down. You feel one hand slip between your legs, to which you sit up a little more in alarm, but Gojo just whispered in your ear a soft, “ssssh…just relax babe.”

You lean back against him and his fingers slid down further between your legs to your center. The same motion of slow, soft circles now applied to your entrance. You moan louder this time as you lean back even further. Spreading your legs as much as you can in the tub.

His fingers continue to touch your body. One still toying with your sex while the other came up to your breasts. Clearly thinking your chest had some ‘tension’ as well. His thumb brushed against your clit, and you shuttered. “That’s my good girl.”

You let out a whine and whimper as he continued to finger you. Bringing you closer and closer to the edge before he suddenly stopped. “Wha…?”

Your confused sound was met with another ‘ssh’ and Gojo’s hands were back on your hips. Only this time lifting you up a little before sitting you down on his cock. “I won’t leave you hanging baby.”

You let out a feral sound as Gojo’s cock suddenly filled you. The warm water and his fingering making you very pliable for all of him to slip in, but still with a bit of a stretch. Gojo’s hands stay on your hips as he moved you up & down on his cock. Whispering naughty things like “let me do it for you”, “I’ll take care of you baby”, “don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

The water sloshed around the tub as Gojo continued to fuck you like a cocksleeve. Your hands holding onto the side of the tub for dear life as you tried to stay upright. The warm air and the warm water and Gojo’s hot cock making your head swim.

“Mmmm…Satoru…” You whine as you feel yourself getting close.

One of Gojo’s hands slid down from your hip, though his thrusts never stop, to play with your clit and you quickly climaxed with a jolt around him. “Satoru!”

You think you heard him chuckle before Gojo grunted through his teeth and came inside you as well. Resting there for a moment before he lifted you up one last time and put you back in your original spot in the tub. Grabbing a rag and cleaning your tender entrance more for efficiency than sexual interest. “Did that feel good baby?”

“Mmmm…yeah…” You cooed back at your husband. Twisting around to give him a heated kiss, which he gladly returned.

Your hips didn’t bother you so much right now. But you just knew they were going to be sore tomorrow.

[thebirdandthebee]

Date Night | Dr. Robby ft. Jack Abbot(t)

Author's Note | Got this fun ask and immediately got to writing. Requests are open! I love this dynamic!

Rating: PG

You didn’t often pick Robby up from work, but he was finishing up around six and you’d managed to snag a dinner reservation at a hot new restaurant you’d been dying to try that wasn’t too far from the hospital.

With a promise to shower off before leaving, you’d agreed you’d meet your husband at work and you’d take a leisurely stroll over to the restaurant together.

It had been a while since you’d had a date night – Robby working overtime a few nights the past few weeks and you helping some interior design clients on the side – and you were glad for a romantic night with your man. 

You took the tags off a short, silky little number that showed off your legs, curled your hair into what DryBar would call Bombshell Waves and spritzed Robby’s favorite perfume on all the right places.

Grabbing the cute little Chanel clutch he’d gifted you for your one-year dating anniversary, you tucked in your lipstick and a little pocket mirror – as if you’d need anything else.

The strappy heels you stepped into would click down the hall in just the way that would send the hairs on the back of your husband’s neck on edge. 

In other words, you were dressed to kill and you knew your next target… well, targets.

The Uber driver checked twice to make sure you wanted to be dropped off in the ambulance bay of PTMC before following your directions. You’d also caught him checking out your cleavage in the rearview mirror more than once.

“Oooh, Mrs. Robby, you’re gonna kill that old man,” Antoine chirped as you stepped out of the car.

“That’s the idea, ‘Toine,” you grinned, blowing him a kiss before sashaying your way into the ED. You turned more than a few heads a you clicked your way across the tile floor, but your target remained the same. Robby stood near the charge desk, looking up at the boards and scanning each case to make sure he felt good about handing everything over to Abbott, who’d already clocked in for the night shift.

“Robby, you need to warn us when the Mrs. is going to swing by, I think our security crew is going to faint,” Dana said, grinning uncontrollably. Robby turned, arms still crossed over his chest to glimpse you approaching and his shoulders dropped three inches. “Careful not to drool on the floor, don’t need a slipping hazard,” Dana added.

“Hello there,” he greeted as you stepped up to him, your head just clearing his chest with your heels on.

“Hi handsome,” you smiled with a tilt of your head as one of his hands slid around to the small of your back. He craned down to give you a peck, but you gave him your cheek. “I see you’re not showered or dressed,” you said pointedly. “You have ten minutes before we have to leave.”

You’d drawn a small audience, aware of those watching, but still focusing on your husband. 

“Get to it,” you swatted at his backside before sending him off, the tips of his ears bright red as he strode past his coworkers. Just as Robby had disappeared through the doors that lead to the lockers, Jack Abbott strolled out of a treatment bay, a maniacal smirk across his face.

“Mrs. Robby, you are a smokin’ hot vision,” he called loudly, gathering the attention of the peanut gallery. You’d seen Mel whisper to Javadi and Whitaker look at Langdon with confusion on his face as Jack reached for your hand, raising it above your head and twirling you around.

You giggled and threw your head back as he all but dipped you.

“What’s the occasion, gorgeous?” He asked, slipping an arm around your back to keep you nice and close, leaning down, he took in the scent of your perfume, eyes closed with a smile.

“Just a little date night,” you simpered comically, batting your lashes at the night shift lead attending. “Nothing too special,” you shrugged, a hand on Jack’s chest.

“Nothing special?” He scoffed, “please, poor Robby’s going to drop of a cardiac episode before the end of the night, sweetheart.”

“You look really beautiful, Mrs. Robby,” Langdon approached the charge desk with some forms in his hand.

“Thanks, Frankie,” you smiled, giggling as Jack squeezed your waist.

“Where you headed?” He asked, leaning on one elbow against the desktop.

“Over to Somber, that new Michelin star spot that opened up down the block – I got us a reservation last minute,” you replied, resting your head on Jack’s shoulder. There was a distinct sense of confusion coming from the med students and some of the nurses as they watched the full interaction unfold.

“You’ll have to tell me how it is!” He smiled, that little dimple in his chin popping out in an endearing way.

It was then that you saw your husband emerge from the double doors at the end of the hall, dressed in nice slacks and a button-down, he was still wearing his sneakers – not that you minded – a hazard of the job.

“Good?” He asked, still buckling his belt.

“Perfect,” you smiled, dancing out of Jack’s grip to straighten your husband’s collar.

“Say good night to Dr. Abbott,” Robby murmured in your ear, to which you smirked, looking over at your friend who was watching smugly. You turned again, leaning into Jack and pressing a long kiss – long enough to leave a pink smudge of lipstick -  on the corner of his mouth.

“See you in the morning, Dr. Abbott,” you said, just loud enough for some of those nearest by to hear.

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he sent you off with another squeeze of your waist before you slipped back into Robby’s arms.

“See you all tomorrow,” Robby waved off before sliding a hand down your side once more, going a bit further to rest his hand on the curve of your ass.

“What the fuck,” Santos murmured, looking around at her teammates.

“Whatever’s going on there, I want in,” Lena replied.

[sandermauve]

Not Mason related but I just thought of a platonic found family batfam x reader idea:

It starts out as a classic reader gets isekaied/transported into the batfam universe as a person with telekinesis and mind reading abilities. Meets the batfam throughout the journey, they take care of them and treat them as their own family. And reader being the most yearner for emotional care and actual love and support was happy about this. They hit the jackpot with this one.

But alas having powers doesn’t necessarily mean they’re bullet proof, they managed to get into a crossfire and die and the batfam mourns their death and such.

BUT

After reader dies in the Batfam universe, they wake up and what they thought was their own universe. They were sad of course, it was nice to be in a happy but dysfunctional family while it lasted. They went on with their miserable life and moved on. They weren’t the reader the batfam met all those years ago. Real life hit reader hard—they got depressed, developed toxic coping mechanisms etc.

They managed to land a job as a nurse, it was tiring but the pay wasn’t that bad so they went with it. Then one day reader got hit by a truck and just when they thought it was about to be their peaceful end, they wake up at the hospital they worked in. With their face getting up from the hospital counter they sighed and rubbed their eyes awake. Only there was something off.

They spotted the small tv at the hospital lobby and found it talking about…batman?? Reader didn’t know there was a con going on in this time of the month.

Then dejavu hit them like the truck that hit them a while ago. Reader looked around, spotted the once hospital they worked in marked as “Gotham Hospital”

They were back in the batfam universe, and this time they looked like their normal self and not like the person they once were when they first got isekaied here.

Reader played it cool, went about their daily routine and found out not much has changed about their life. Just that now they live in gotham and this time have NO POWERS TO DEFEND THEMSELVES WITH.

Then suddenly one of the doctors asked to talk to them privately. Telling them about a side hustle they could join that will earn them a lot of cash, She would do it on their own but they needed some help.

Reader: Is this….illegal?

Doctor: No it’s just…you know when famous people get hurt and they have these personal doctors? Well im working with this person and they need medical help—its not illegal and their a good person trust me.

Reader has worked with this doctor…..well they sure hope its the same doctor they worked with before. They trust her, and agreed—with bills to pay who are they to turn down quick cash?

Later that night, both of them drives through gotham—memories of reader swinging through the streets at this time with the Batfamily crossed their mind but shook it off. They weren’t the cool powered meta human that the bats knew—now all they were was just a mentally unstable human being that worked as a nurse. Reader wasn’t the happy and amazing child they once were anymore….looking at them now all they could see was something that could have been.

The doctor told reader that they were here and as reader got out of the car they froze. This wasn’t just a normal manor this was WAYNE MANOR.

They went through what was reader pretty sure the LITERAL BATCAVE and entered.

And there they were Batman/Bruce Wayne injured probably using his body as a shield again to protect Damian or something. Dick was injured too as well as Jason while the others like Damian, Tim and Alfred were tending to injuries they could handle.

Bruce looked up, eyes widened as he couldn’t believe who he was seeing. They might look different, but a father knows their child—no matter how much they change. Bruce recognized those black eyes anywhere but now… they weren’t the eyes he once saw.

“Y/n?….”

Dick suddenly called out, probably recognizing reader too.

Reader couldn’t present themselves like this, what were they suppose to do? Just come back into the family? Go back to fighting crime with them? Reader was now powerless, they didnt have any powers anymore and has a pretty weak immune system in their normal body.

No, they cant disappoint them like this. What use would they have to them like this?

Reader: “….Who?”

Thats right, reader should just pretend they dont know them. This way they’ll probably forget and figure out that they have the wrong person.

Yeah this way…..they wont see how much a disappointment reader really turned out to be…

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AN: if yall end up liking this I might be motivated to continue it AN part 2: alright here's another part I wrote- Part 2

[emoisthenewemu]

YUTA OKKOTSU SMAU SERIES

SUMMARY: please please please

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt12

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Nine days have passed. Yuta is already back, and this time it's his turn to wait on you. He's not sure why you left, the girls won't tell him and although you told him yourself it had nothing to do with him—he's not so sure that's true. He gets back on a Saturday and does nothing but sit in his dorm and stare out the window, chest aching. You won't text or call back and he's afraid if he does either just once more you'll block him. So he waits, those two days have felt like the longest forty eight hours of his life. Nevermind camping out in some jungle, the humidity making his clothes cling to his skin with sweat. Nor the countless uncomfortable hostel beds in some area he had no idea existed before sorcery. Stuck in villages where everyone looks at him as if he does not belong. This is the most impatient he has ever felt.

He is weird and creepy. Just like all the kids growing up told him he was. A dark, unknown mass has followed him around like a stormy raincloud floating atop his head since for as long as he can remember. A part of him used to blame Rika for his uneasy presence but the older he gets, he thinks it might all be him. That he was born this way, doomed to push others away.

He knew he should have avoided you. Let you be peaceful and happy without any of his negativity weighing you down. You don't deserve that, no one does. No one except himself, he thinks.

Even as you finally sit in front of him, after over a week of waiting for this very moment he cannot look at you. He's too ashamed.

It's better for you this way, if he just lets you go. If he truly cared about you and wants the best for you, it's what he should do. So he listens as you scold and cry. Every word is a dagger to his heart.

"I've had some time to think.....and I don't want to yell at you Yuta. Or beg you to tell me why because I know already. I just need you to understand why I'm so hurt.....and of course I'm upset you lied to me but that's really the least of it. I.......thought so highly about you before this. I don't think I'd ever thought about you in a negative way at all." You sigh as it all kicks in, the pure disappointment of knowing you were right to have any doubts about him. For once you would have liked to just have things be easy.

"I feel so embarrassed and stupid. Do you know how that makes me feel? After avoiding men my whole life for this very reason.....because I see the way they are and I was too afraid to ever let one hurt me. Because I never wanted to be taken advantage of like that.....how hard I worked to protect myself from that only to let my guard down and feel like a total fucking idiot. It's a slap in the face.....but it's what I get for ever thinking someone could be as perfect as I imagined you to be. It's my fault too......for setting standards so unattainable. I know better than that....but I did it anyways because I wanted to be with you so bad"

Yuta sighs, shifting uncomfortably in his spot on the bed. Your room had proved to be a place of solace during your time together—one of warmth that smells like vanilla and feels like a nice sunny day. Right now it feels cold, the usually bright colors have dulled due to the unnatural lighting creeping through the window. And you, you look so different right now. He's never seen you like this before. So upset and heartbroken.

It fills him with guilt.

When you sniffle he swears that's when his heart breaks. Every instinct tells him to reach out and comfort you, yet he remains frozen in his place. Hands uncomfortably fidgeting in his lap. "I never expected you to make me feel so dumb" You pout. "W-would you guys talk about it? Did you think I was stupid....c-cause' I didn't know?"

"No! Of course not" Yuta shakes his head, finally looking up at you. The sight of tears in your eyes only makes him want to look away. "It wasn't like that at all....I *knew* you knew. That's why I went so out of my way to make you think the opposite"

You nod, taking a shaky breath as you wipe your tears away one by one. "I just really really trusted you.....usually people have to work for it. But I let you just walk right in and.....lie. I mean the whole reason I even started texting you more was because I knew it was you! So when the hell did I choose to start being so delusional?!"

"I'm sorry" Is all he can say. "I'm so sorry I lied to you". His next question is hesitant, almost as if he is afraid to ask. But he has to try at least. "What can I do yn? To make it better?"

You scoff, crossing your arms. "Nothing Yuta.....I can't be with you. You ruined us before we even got a chance to try it out"

His heart has completely dropped, rolling onto the floor as you kick it across the room. Might as well stomp on it while you're at it. "Just.....get some help okay? Even after all of this I still think you're a good person....just lost"

Yuta lets out a humorless laugh, dry and scratchy as if it hurts his throat. "Yeah. Don't think I've ever been found"

"You should like....talk to someone. Maybe um....see if there's anything that could help"

"The last thing I need is for my brain to be all foggy from medication" Yuta grumbles, speaking from experience.

"Your brain's foggy anyways!" You huff, unable to help yourself from making a sly remark. "But seriously Yuta, do yourself a favor and get some help. You can't continue this way"

"If I do that would you stay? I can get better for you yn" He grovels, scooting closer and placing his hands on your thigh. His eyes are dark and wide, cheeks red with warmth. "P-promise I can do it"

"Yuta...." You sigh, looking the other way as you push his hands off. "You don't know how badly I want to say yes....but I can't do that to myself. I don't trust you anymore" Bottom lip wobbling as you speak.

"But you're......the best thing that's ever happened to me" When Yuta starts crying it makes you feel sick, how badly you wish you hold him. But you remain strong, body language closed off. "I don't want to lose you yn! I-I'll never lie to you ever again...even if it's something you don't want to hear. I'll be honest, I swear!"

You shake your head, about to speak but Yuta interrupts. "I-I need you angel. I don't want to be apart from you! You want me to throw my phone away? That way I can just focus on you? I'll stop hanging with the boys as much and just stay in my dorm! Just let me prove how devoted I am to you, yeah? You're the only good thing that's ever happened to me and I can't just give up on you!"

"Yuta.." You sigh as his breathing goes heavy, the boy in a full blown panic as the finality of it all kicks in.

You want nothing to do with him and it's all his fault.

Now it feels like he can't breathe and his hands won't stop shaking, he kneels to the ground before you and begs. "Please Yn just give me one more chance. I-I can make it right! I'll be a good boyfriend I promise! Don't give up on me yet. I know I messed up-"

"Look at yourself Yuta! This isn't what I want! Do you?" You scoff in disbelief, heart beating fast as you can see the pure anxiety in his eyes. "You need to learn how to make yourself happy before you try and do that for someone else...anyone ever tell you that?"

He says nothing, still looking up at you. "Hey....just breathe okay? Any girl would be lucky to have you....you just need to get some stuff together. And that's okay! We're young and we need to learn from our mistakes"

Even when he hurt you, you still manage to be the sweetest thing to enter his life. Even though he was selfish and stupid, you still think he is not beyond saving. That is the only thing which gives him hope, although that is all soon erased.

"Just promise....next time you get with a girl, you'll be honest"

He shakes his head again, in complete denial. "I don't want another girl yn....I want you" Silent tears fall down his face as you cover your face with your hands.

You knew it'd be hard but you didn't imagine it to hurt this badly. You didn't expect him to literally beg for your forgiveness. But you know you are nowhere near ready to accept any of his apologies. "I think you should go"

"No!" He downright refuses, hiccuping and sniffling. Why did he have to make this so incredibly hard? "I can't just leave knowing you hate me! I-I won't be able to sleep"

"You need to respect my wishes Yuta" You say as stern as you can, although your heart absolutely ached to slump down to the floor and join him. But that would accomplish nothing. It would just make you feel worse than before. "I-I already told you I'm not doing this"

"Not even if I get better? If I do the work you won't take me back?"

"Yuta!" You raise your voice. "S-stop making this so fucking hard! Just go" You plead, chest wavering as you try and fight the sobs from coming up. You've never been through a breakup before but this hurts more than any injury from a stupid curse. "You're being unfair!"

In a last ditch attempt to get you to stay he spits it all out. Subconsciously proving your every point as to why he has no business being in a relationship. He does arguably the most manipulative thing he has ever done.

"I love you yn! I'm so in love with you! I'll do anything you ask of me just please let me show you!" He stands up, holding both of your hands and looking straight into his eyes.

"Yuta..." you pout, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

"I mean it! I've never loved a girl before but I love you! I love you so much it hurts" A few of the nearby lights flicker, the low vibrations of his heightened cursed energy flowing through your body as he starts getting all worked up. If only Rika could speak, she'd beg him to stop what he's doing too.

"If you really love me, you'll leave me alone. Thats all I want—to be alone right now" You sigh, staring at the door as you imagine him walking out of it for good. You have no idea how you are going to go about this—avoid him for who knows how long. Act like everything is fine, what if you two get paired up for a mission? What if you get stuck sitting next to him in class one day?

Are you going to be able let this all go one day?

It takes a while but he finally gets up, heading towards the door—deliberately slow as if he expects you to stop him and take it all back.

"Bye yn.....I really am sorry" His voice is nothing but a hushed whisper. "I hope we can work this out. I don't wanna give up"

You say nothing so he closes the door behind him, effectively putting an end to this whole saga. His mind races with what must be millions of thoughts, so many moments where it all went wrong. It was all so lighthearted in the beginning, suddenly things feel so dull.

Yuta Okkotsu promises himself in that very moment that this is not the end, just a bump in the road. You're going to tell your kids one day how much of an idiot their father was when he was young, he's sure of it.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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dryhumping husband!joel after he have been out of town for work and you taking care of your son | dirty talk, suggestive content, established relationship n use of word “daddy”

a/n: i had a big vision of that gif i share weeks ago, also i haven’t wrote bout them in years fr, just a lil blurb (pretty long one LOL), hope u enjoy and have a nice day!

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peace and love, penny ★

The days were long, cold, and lonely without Joel around. Tevor had been on vacation from school a few weeks ago, so you spent all day playing and watching children's movies with him. Joel, on the other hand, was out of town on business. He would be back in a few days before Christmas, but you felt his absence and missed him terribly.

Joel's flight was scheduled to leave in a few hours, and all he could think about was welcoming his wife and son home when he arrived. However, the flight was delayed, and he would be arriving later than expected. You knew he would be arriving that same afternoon, and you waited anxiously with Trevor, but when you didn't receive a message from Joel saying he would be late, you sent Trevor to bed. You decided to wait for him, which was the right thing to do after not seeing him for so long, and that's when the sound of keys jangling in the lock made you jump up immediately.

“I'm home,” he called from the doorway, leaving his bags in the entrance and closing the door. He walked to the kitchen, leaving his keys and work bag on the table, took off his coat, and hung it on the coat rack outside the living room, where you were sitting, waiting for him. “Hey,” you smiled and got up, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek, feeling his slightly stubbly beard. “Hi, honey,” he whispered as he gently stroked your hair. “I missed you so much, you have no idea,” you said softly, looking at his face. “Me too, I missed you both.” he kissed the top of your head and hugged you again.

You sat down on the couch and listened attentively to the situation at the airport and the flight delay. “That's too bad, but it's good that you're here at last,” he nodded. “Mhm,” he made a sound inside his mouth as he caressed your arm. "Wine? That new thing you like now,“ he said curiously. You shrugged and rubbed his cheek. ”Something new, don't you think?“ He smiled and settled into the long, spacious sofa, stretching out his long legs. ”You smell so good," he whispered with his eyes closed. He could smell your scent from miles away.

“Really? I tried a new body soap, maybe that's it.” You snuggled up to him while the television continued to show the series you were watching. “Missed your skin, the softness of your whole body and fingers around me, you still drive me crazy since day one, darling,” he whispered slowly, almost sleepily. "You did? Oh my precious husband, I missed all of you, every single corner of you,“ he opened his eyes and looked at you. ”Yeah?“ you nodded, catching your lower lip between your teeth. ”Yes, I did, my love." In a quick and agile movement, he took the back of your thigh and made it wrap around his hip, putting you on top of his lap.

“Wanna show me how much you missed me, love?” You nodded and then planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I will all night if you want me to,” you whispered against his ear, making him shudder. He reacted immediately, squeezing your butt and pressing his crotch against yours. “Stop teasing, you're gonna kill me.” You laughed when you heard his words between clenched teeth and began to rub yourself against his clothes, creating delicious friction between the two of you.

Joel pressed your hips deeper, wanting to bury the glans he had tucked into his jeans. It was a hard, erect bulge, eager to be released and touch the bottom inside you. You gasped against his ear as you felt his cock twist inside his pants, looking for a way to break free, but the friction was having a delicious effect on your center. “Oh... fuck...” you whispered as the tip of his glans hit your urgent and needy hole. “Keep... augh... I don't think I can resist it,” he growled as he sped up and controlled your movements.

The fabric of your panties was completely soaked, stuck to your folds, where it only slid over your juices. Joel took your button-down blouse and moved it aside, freeing one of your breasts. “Missed these beautiful boobs,” he said as he tentatively licked your nipple, making you shiver. You continued rubbing yourself while he licked and sucked your breast, making you reach ecstasy faster. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum, daddy” you said between gasps. Joel smiled when he heard the nickname “You gonna cum for daddy? Cum, I will eat it out until you're dry, sweetheart.” With his words, your inner walls contracted on nothing; you felt empty, but you were finally being satisfied.

“I don't think we're done with this,” he said as he adjusted your blouse and stroked your hair. “You know what this means, my love?” You nodded. “I'll make daddy feel really good,” you whispered. Joel smiled proudly. “We won't end this tonight."

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[prettydaisygirl]

sending in one more req! 🌼

"aww, you're blushing" + "wait...is this a date?" with zombie au!rafe and reader? 😊 thanks

haha thank you for requesting!! I was actually hoping someone would request stuff with Us and Them, and you did two!! I ended up doing this one first because the ideas just flowed out of me, hope that's okay and hope you enjoy <33

Us and Them (zombie au): bonus chapter (for my 1k celebration)

Rafe Cameron and "wait... is this a date?"/"aww, you're blushing" ✿ 586 words

cw: zombie apocalypse and all associated warnings, fem!reader, just a sweet little thing with the tiniest bit of plot

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The golden and amber hues of autumn in Kansas are significantly different than what you’re used to. The fields are vibrant and tall, and when you manage to find a hill or some kind of high ground, you feel like you can see forever. You haven’t felt this good since the beginning of the End, and while there’s always a lingering sense of worry and anxiety, you want to relish in the good things while you have them.

This world is cruel. Things end. Always a matter of when, not if. 

So, you’re going to enjoy this, whatever it is Rafe has planned.

“Rafe, where are we going?” You ask through giggles as he pulls you behind him. His limp is still there, though you’ve noticed he’s been getting stronger again. 

“Just c’mon.” He encourages, his fingers interlaced with yours as he pulls you along. Since finding Rafe again, he’s changed. It’s not just you who’s noticed, but the Pogues too. You overheard them whispering about him a few days ago.

‘He’s being weird.’ You overhear Kie’s voice while heading back up to your and Rafe’s bedroom. You step closer to the door to the kitchen, body pressed against the wall to hear them.

‘I know.’ Sarah this time, ‘He’s being… not nice but like-’

‘Normal?’ John B. ‘Or as normal as Rafe can be.’

‘C’mon, you guys don’t really think that.’ JJ, unsurprisingly. ‘He’s trying to get us to trust him or somethin’. To trick us. Righ’?’ 

‘No.’ Sarah again, ‘It’s different this time, I think…’

You do think he’s acting differently. You remember the things he’d said when he’d found you, and you slowly find yourself beginning to trust him again. 

Things like this help. 

Rafe brings you into a small clearing. There’s a blanket, one of your books, and some of the food from the Vault. “Wait… is this a date?” You turn to Rafe with wide, happy eyes.

He smiles and nods, and for the first time in a while, things feel okay. You practically pounce on him, careful of his leg, and press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”

“‘s nothin’” He says, one arm wrapping around you while his other hand rubs a bit sheepishly as the base of his neck. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and when you pull away, his cheeks are flushed.

“Aw,” You whisper softly, a thumb brushing over the flush on his skin, “You’re blushing.”

He scrunches his nose at you and gently swats your hand away. He grunts as he sits on the blanket, patting the fabric next to him so you sit down too. 

You know he’s on alert the entire time, you are too. It’s impossible to fully relax, but this is the closest you’ve come in months. 

It’s sweet that he took the time to set this up for you. You lay next to him with a full stomach (you’ve had more of those recently than you’d have ever expected), and sigh as the soft breeze brushes over your skin. Rafe holds your hand, fingers interlaced. 

You hear him shift and open your eyes, turning your head to look at him. His eyes are waiting for yours. 

“Will you read?” He asks.

You nod, sitting up to grab the book. He sits up too, and you end up in his lap. Your voice is soft as you read, body soft against Rafe as you flip through the pages. 

The peace is beautiful while it lasts. 

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[bl00dalchemist]

In my opinion, being a Hokage was the coolest stuff before they tried to make it complex and failed. It was like, hey, a Hokage is someone responsible for people. He's admired. He's respected. He's also responsible for people in multiple ways, not just being the strongest ninja to save them all. Hiruzen had to fight Orochimaru on his own, sure, but before he would at least have to make decisions to take care of the village (if he was good with that it's another debate). Tsunade had a billion things to do, and she had to make strong decisions. She sent Jiraiya, someone she was so close to, towards a very difficult mission (and he WAS one of the most capable ones, and without his intel Pain would be maybe even impossible to beat). This job is hard and complex because the ninja life is hard and insane and risky.

And I think that could have been cool AF if Naruto actually took more of that mantle. He was already admired and respected after Pain saga. The only thing he needed was the maturity for leadership, and to embrace more of that aspect. It would suck to watch the entire thing and see that he doesn't want to be a Hokage anymore, but the idea of him becoming a Hokage to take care of people and to be responsible for saving others was already there! Since the classic Naruto stuff! Naruto's main way of getting villains or antagonists to redeem is to headbutt them (sometimes literally) and say "THAT SUCKS DUDE WTF" and it works because he knows how war hurts. He knows pain. He knows rejection and he will force people to recognize and face that if he needs to. He, as a kid, already wanted to make a difference.

Thing is, at least for me, the biggest issue is that they never developed more of that aspect after the world got bigger. In the same way that other characters were deleted from the main narrative, any reason for Naruto to become a Hokage outside of "i want recognition and family, i want to be loved" were deleted or just never really approached. Clan stuff? Pff. Organization? Pff. Trying to, you know, protect and find ways to take care of people that went through war or the dangers that still very much exist in a ninja world? LOL.

Hiruzen and Tsunade at least had, idk, a council of assholes with too much power that would try to slap them into submission. The only reason they have for Naruto is that, idk, he has a lot of MANAGEMENT ISSUES? He needs to answer to everything? It's like Konoha can only change if it's on the other side of bad stuff. From a bunch of assholes trying to control the village, to only Naruto and Shikamaru holding the fort like there's no one else they can trust. TSUNADE HAD A SECRETARY. IT WASN'T A BAD THING.

Putting aside my opinion on Naruto deciding the Hokage hat is not for him, the idea of him becoming it is not THAT bad but it falls flat and not because there's no conflict, but bc nothing fucking changed (also again, it's like they are actively trying to make Naruto look like the worst parent ever, but they needed that sweet continuation money).

Sarada has to go to libraries to know about her family because Sasuke is not around to talk about it and one would think they teach children about one of THE FOUNDING CLANS and how they got murdered by the most groomed child soldier after Kakashi Hatake, but no.

Amegakure went to shit despite Naruto telling Nagato and Konan he would help with that, and Obito was actually right in berating Konan for believing a teenager about that shit (get explodized, idiot!)

It would have been nice to see a change, Amegakure being peaceful and a place that no longer suffers from being in the middle of conflict between countries, Konoha no longer training children to become shinobi, but politics being politics they know they'll need the trained dogs to sit and roll when they are told (but hey, at least the kids get to decide between ninja school and normal school!).

It's all the same, but since Sasuke is no longer an active risk it is like Naruto settled n went 'actually fuck everything else' and so he made himself attend EVERY LITTLE THING as hokage, just like Minato he is now the poster boy and he's gotta play his part but it isn't even interesting, there's nothing funny or entertaining or anything.

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These are the fics I read in July 2025. They moved me, made me laugh, gave me a place to retreat to and something to be excited about <3 You can find my other fic recs here.

☀️ you figured it out (and I love you for that) by @insightfulinsomniac [E, 5k, exes to lovers, canon]

Glastonbury, 2025.

Harry and Louis were together for the entire duration of One Direction’s time as a band, but broke up shortly after the band fell apart. Since then, they’ve managed to keep in distant contact, but the tension between them threatens to eat them alive whenever they meet face-to-face.

Until a late night/early morning chance meeting at Glastonbury changes everything.

☀️ all of our yesterdays by @boyfriendstages [E, 2k, established relationship, canon]

harry doesn’t love anything more than a morning off with the love of his life—except a morning off that ends in mind-numbing sex.

☀️ Fire and Ice, a series by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

Fire and Ice [E, 9k, established relationship, 5 times] Harry really wants to come at the same time as Louis. Or, four times they misfire and the one time they get it right. The Waiting is the Hardest Part [E, 4k, established relationship, BDSM] Harry is stressed waiting for his final semester grades to come in. Louis has a plan to help him relax. Aftercare [M, 100 words, established relationship, light bdsm] New to their D/S dynamic, Louis takes care of Harry after a scene.

☀️ Let Your Tears Fall (No I Won't Judge You) by LiveLaughLoveLarry (SoLongAndThanksForAllTheFic) / @loveislarryislove [E, 7k, asexuality]

Four times Harry cries during sex. And four times Louis is right there beside him, giving him all the comfort and support and validation he needs.

☀️ Come Alive When I Hear Your Voice by @louislittletomlintum [E, 8k, omegaverse, phone sex]

the one where harry's finally built a permanent nest and louis gives him a present to celebrate

☀️ Dust Off The High (And Go To Sleep) by juniperlightning / @juniperlightningwrites [E, 5k, exhibitionism]

Louis's band is performing at a club where Harry is a cage dancer. After spending the entire show trying to seduce each other from across the room, both men find themselves sexually frustrated and desperate for release.

☀️ Feeling It Now by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel [E, 7k, famous/non-famous]

When Louis hooked up with a hot guy in the bathroom at a music festival, the last thing he was expecting was for that guy to be one of the headlining acts at the festival.

☀️ Strangers In The Night by @kingsofeverything [E, 9k, vampire au]

Louis never thought he’d meet his soulmate.

Harry never thought he’d meet a vampire.

☀️ Scarred by @allwaswell16 [E, 23k, omegaverse, soulmates au]

As a male omega, Louis has learned to live with disappointment and rejection, but he dreams of the day he finds his soulmate. When Harry inadvertently rejects him as his soulmate, Harry has no idea he's doomed Louis to a slow, painful death.

Pride doesn't keep Louis from telling Harry the truth. But love does.

* podfic available *

☀️ tall stories on the page by @soldouthaz [T, 5k, famous/non-famous]

🎧 podfic read by softlouislove

harry's tired of being interviewed by people that only care about the same pointless gossip.

louis is a nice change of pace.

* drabbles *

☀️ sun, a series by @disgruntledkittenface [NR, 100 words each, exes to lovers ]

sunglasses sun-kissed sunset

☀️ drabbles, a series by croisblue / @forwhatiam

a silent promise on the back porch [G, 100 words, domestic fluff] A quiet moment shared in the summer heat. colored plastic baking in the sun [M, 100 words, ice cream] The sweet taste of ice cream on a hot summer’s day. the only boy who could ever teach me [G, 100 words, christianity] What the preacher doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

☀️ the moon knows, a series by @kitchendancefloors

Falling for You [G, 100 words, young love] Just two young guys feelin’ it out. Oh Starry Night, May I Be Bold [G, 100 words, strangers to lovers] Harry knows that museums are ideal for whiling away an afternoon during muggy NYC summers. Luckily, Louis discovers the same. I've Been Havin' Dreams [T, 100 words, friends to lovers] The summer between semesters holds an infinite universe full of promise for Harry and Louis. Sweet Calamine [M, 100 words, established relationship] The promise of moonlight shenanigans lands Louis in an itchy situation that only Harry can help him out with. Fake Tan Lines [M, 100 words, friends to lovers] To woo and be wooed. Soon. [M, 100 words, established relationship] Harry and Louis get carried away during a fireworks display under the cover of darkness. Do you remember? [M, 100 words, established relationship] Two silver foxes not letting a moment pass to remind each other they’ve still got it.

☀️ Roller Coaster by @kingsofeverything [G, 100 words, amusement park]

Harry’s afraid of roller coasters, Louis holds his hand.

☀️ Cannonball by @haztobegood [G, 100 words, established relationship]

Harry reads by the pool.

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[mehiwilldoitlater]

Horus share his wife with his sons!

look i actually made it!!!

Tw: dub-con, consent quite dubious, smut datling, some nice smut.

When Horus is presented with this idea, your mind goes through several stages of emotions that just go spiraling down. Firstly you're confused, then you're scared; he must have perceived something different in your marriage, then angry because you thought that was some kind of easy way to ask you if he could go and fuck some other people (which it wasn't impossible; this man would be able to go with twelve different lovers and act like nothing is wrong).

After he had calmed you down, he used his small gift called persuasion to convince you that there's nothing wrong, there's nothing to spike up in your marriage, and he just thinks it could be good for you as it could be good for his sons (he used plural here). He's there, all dandy and nice, and it's kind of upsetting?

You don't know what's worse, the fact that he's encouraging it or that he seems somehow thrilled by the idea of seeing his lovable wife being fucked by his gene-sons or being watched while he makes a mess out of you.

You shook; you didn't know what you wanted to cover, your dripping pussy that was showing how much your body was enjoying everything, or your eyes, mostly to not see those four pairs of eyes watching you like a piece of meat.

Before you could decide, Horus's mouth caressed your ear, forcing your soaked thighs open with his large hands. They were big enough not only to move you like nothing but also to reach places without worrying too much, allowing one finger to open up your labia a little more for them to see your convulsing muscle trying to get a grip on nothing.

"Just do as you always do, dear." He whispered, allowing your cunt to find some blissful joy when he inserted one of those fingers inside your cunt. "It's just to show them how to treat you for future events."

You gasped and moaned in such a wanton way that it seemed like you could just lose your senses. The carnival looked like a war siege; there was some confusion and something else. One of them emitted a whine, gulping.

When his tips slowly traced your entrance, your body wiggled without control, begging him to fuck you but to find some privacy too. But this wasn't a private matter; this was a lesson. When his length entered in one move inside you, making you almost scream in agony and pleasure, his arms stopped you from moving too much, making a show of how your abdomen bulged for the intrusion.

"Pay attention, my sons." He said moving, the squeeching sound of your arousal. "Lesson commences."

Ezekyle Abaddon:

When he gets his hands on you, it is never a request; it is a demand.

His father gave him permission to do as he pleased with you, within its limit, and he planned to do it until this. novelty loses his interest.

When he fucks, he doesn't do it just to release the stress or any kind of pent-up emotion; it's because he needs to prove something to him, to you, and to the Warmaster. He saw this chance not like a gift, but like a test to prove to everyone that he can surpass his gene-father in this, and he doesn't care if he's close to being violent or aggressive or if you end up resenting him. Until he can prove something, nothing else matters.

The head of his member was literally smashing the back of your throat now, and with the grip of his hand on your head, it was like he was trying to drill a hole in your throat.

You tried to make some noise, slapping his thigh to make him slow down, to give you the chance to breathe; instead, he just gritted his teeth and pushed your face so deep that you felt his balls touching your chin.

"Quit…complaining…whore."

He slapped again; now your head was stuck between his hips and the wall, both of his hands making you steady for his brutal thrust.

"Eh, I bet you liked it even! Being fucked around… I'll make sure if someone else tries to do this, you can only think of me!"

He kept up this torture for more agonizing minutes until his seeds exploded in your mouth. It was so deep that you were forced to swallow, a few drops of it falling down from your mouth and nose, dirtying what was left of your robes and his boots. Once freed from that monster, you coughed, gasping for air, spitting some more of his semen. He tsked, grasping your head again.

"You spilled a few drops again."

"No no no, I need MMH!"

He silenced you again.

Horus Aximand:

If Abaddon does it to prove something, Horus does it to understand that something. He's a curious being, and now that this concept is presented by him, he's quite interested in what had brought his master to get a wife and indulge in sexual activity, which he knew was done by many before. Now, given the chance, he wanted nothing more than to learn what it was about, learning slowly how satisfying it is to get someone undone by his flesh. He's attentive, but more in a precision way, wishing to not harm someone precious to his gene-father, but still dancing on the line of too much.

He's a curious man.

Mouthing like a fish, he tried to not move too much, sensing some discomfort.

"Does it hurt?"

"S-stra-strange…feel strange!" You gasped, trying to talk coherently while his dick was deep in your anus. It was a strange request; he promised that he would stop in the moment you asked for it to end, but you haven't said stop.

His eyes were fixated where his flesh disappeared in your body; curiosity had drawn him to open up your labia to watch the inside. You watched him in confusion, but soon it felt all different when he started to move his dick inside your ass. It was a strange feeling; you never tried to do it even alone and had to decide to try it with you.

"S-Slow…slow down!"

He shushes you gently, admiring your insides. From that position, with your thighs pressed on your chest and your vulva spread open for him, he could see himself moving inside you, behind the small wall of flesh and nerves that was exploding in you.

When your orgasm erupted, which surprised him quite a lot even, he saw every muscle, every vein, and every inch of your inside contort and gasp. Your voice cracked a broken orgasm, mumbling something. with a thin voice and gasping sound.

You were exhausted, but when you felt his hips start to move again, you looked at him with a pleading look.

"P-Please, no more there! N-not my ass, please!"

"Just another round, let me come in here, just another…"

He continued for hours…

Tarik Torgaddon:

He swears he has never had sex in his life, but you can sniff the lies.

His character could have made him the first one coming to you, but he was surprisingly less abrasive in the matter. He took the matter with such lightness that, for a moment, you swore that he wasn't serious until he started to strip. It was more like he was trying to prepare you for what was coming, allowing you to take the lead, to touch him, to do as you please without fearing to go overboard. Not to mention that he was such a goofball that, sometimes, you forgot what you were doing until he started to pump his hips again.

"A-Aaaah…th-throne…"

His tongue kept on lapping against your clit, giving it a pause only to allow his lips to suck deeply. He helped himself by stretching the lower lips, allowing his muscle to get deeper and deeper, taking every drop of your fluids that was moisturizing your insides.

"Such a cute voice… Keep it up, princess; moan a little more for me, all right?"

From time to time he stopped everything, seeing your broken face looking down on him, that coy smile covered in arousal, only to then keep digging in your core, with the help of two fingers to stretch you a little more.

He has been lapping you for hours now, clearly enjoying that session of yours. He felt your little fingers on his head, trying to grasp some of his hair, but soon you retracted your trembling hands, opting to hold the covers of the bed. He stopped again, looking straight at your sorry expression again.

"You can hold it in; I won't end up like little Horus, you know?"

Your moan stops, and your eyes get wider.

You started to crack in a long, deep laugh, covering your face with your hands and rolling to the other side.

"T-Tariiik! AHAHAH! W-Why…why did you have to…? PPPFFF AHAHAHA!"

He just started to laugh with you, reaching your face and freeing it from your hands.

"Aww, my lady has such a nice laugh and fuckable moan! She's amazing!"

Garviel Loken:

He was the one that found less interest in this matter. He didn't need to do that, especially knowing who you were! His primarch gave him the concession, of course, but that was his wife! He had other ways to release himself.

Despite this part of him stopping him from indulging in his primal urges, the entire mournival decided that they needed to talk about their experiences with their lady, and this, and probably a wounded prude, decided to give it a shot, and oh boy, what had woken up.

His demeanor changed like night and day; from the serious captain of the tenth company, he became a love-struck puppy. His total and utter respect transformed into the desire of meeting you. He's addicted to your smell, your moan, and your small gasp of pleasure. Despite trying to reach the peak that he wished, he found himself more addicted to your own pleasure than he expected. Every time you made a sound, it was music, and he can't find himself satisfied if he can't feel your cunt struggle with his cock.

His hips keep pounding deeply, his hands holding your face so close to his own that he can feel your breath on his nose.

He helped your legs to stay hooked to his hips by holding you, ending by raising your pelvis up to allow himself to keep up with his assault.

Your nails were marking his shoulders, leaving small, thin red lines, and Emperor wished for once to not have a fast healing ability.

"Ga…gar…garviel…f-fuck, i-i'm…i'm close!"

Ah gasped when he felt your vulva contract around him, and his restraint started to loosen. His hands left your face, grasping your breast to allow him to suck and lick your buds.

"Garviel! I'm coming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!!"

"C-come… come undone… I'm… I'm close too…"

He could feel it, his member slowly getting bigger, getting heavier, and ready to explore.

When the knot in your stomach got undone, he felt his own orgasm explode, allowing his seed to paint your inside white as snow.

There was no more screaming when he muffled your moan with a kiss.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Three Day Food & Fuck Weekend [2]

Cecil Dennis x f!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo • ko-fi •

Series Masterlist

Summary: You and Cecil take a shower.

Warnings: Cecil talking a lot, Star Trek, kissing, oral sex (f!receiving), hand job, a finger near ass (Cecil receiving), please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1431

"Ohhh, your shower pressure is so nice!” Cecil holds his hand under the stream of water, absolute delight shining on his face. 

You can’t help but smile. 

“And the,” he motions with his other hand, mimicking turning the dials, “the control, panel, thing, is so fancy. Like Star Trek! Wait, they had touch screen, right?” He frowns and then shakes his head. “No, no, the original, Uhura had the twisty buttons, I remember.” 

There is something incredibly endearing about Cecil having a mini passionate conversation with himself, while butt naked. 

“Maybe we could watch some Star Trek later, one of the films?” He asks excitedly. 

“What’s your favourite one?” You say while leaning close to him, you stick out your hand to check the water temperature and Cecil immediately wraps his arms around you, snuggling his face into your neck. 

His stubble tickles and you giggle. 

“I like First Contact best, I think. As a stand alone film.” He pauses. “Maybe. It’s hard.” He sighs like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Star Trek is just so good.” 

You chuckle and pat his head with your dry hand, using it as an excuse to stroke his hair. “That’s very true.” 

He hums an affirmative, leaning into your touch appreciatively. 

You shake your hand so you don’t splash water everywhere, and gently disentangle yourself from Cecil before you step in the shower. 

He waits a beat for you to get in before he quickly follows you, giggling as he ducks his head under the stream of water and then hugs you tight. 

“Thank you for taking a shower with me.” He kisses your cheek. 

“You’re too sweet,” You tap his nose and give him a quick peck. “And you don’t need to say thank you all the time.” 

He looks down, smiling shyly. “I know… I’ll keep saying it though. It’s just… nice.” He shrugs a little, trying to make what he’s saying seem not such a big deal. “I’m not so used to people even entertaining my ideas, let alone going through with them… I was feeling very…” He bites his lip and looks up at you, batting his eyelashes. A look you’ve come to realise is him asking for your help and input. 

“Sensitive?” 

“Hmm.” He nods. “Yeah, I didn’t want to be far away from you, god.” The second the words are out of his mouth he slaps his forehead and laughs, “Wow, needy much?” 

You giggle. “I don’t mind you being needy.” 

“You would. I mean,” he gives you a heartbreakingly sweet smile. “You will.” 

“Nah,” you stroke his cheek. “You’ll get more comfortable, because you know I’m not going anywhere.” 

He swallows, bites his lip as he looks up and to the side. “God, you’re too good to me,” he mutters before kissing you desperately. His arms wrap around you, squeezing your skin as he pushes you back up against the tiles. 

You scrape your fingers along the back of his scalp as you sink your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He shivers pleasantly, whimpering into your mouth as he presses his chest up against yours. 

His semi-hard cock rubs against your thigh and Cecil swallows a deep moan. “Sorry,” he breathes, gulping for air as he pulls back from your lips for a second. 

“Don’t be.” You kiss him back harshly, sliding your hand down his back to squeeze his ass and encourage him to rock against you how he wants. 

He groans musically, wriggling and panting in your arms before he wrenches himself back a fraction and hurriedly drops to his knees. His eyes are so dark as he looks up at you, wide and pleading, his lips swollen and rosy from the kisses. 

“Can I?” He breathes out in a hushed whisper, not caring that the shower is hitting his hair and half of his face from this position. Cecil slides his hands up your legs, just ghosting against your inner knees. The touch is light, a gentle question. 

You nod, heat twisting in your stomach as you look down at him. 

He moans softly, his eyes fluttering closed, long lashes kissing his skin as he presses his lips to your clit. His hands quickly slide up higher so he can part your lips with his thumbs and messily make out with your core. 

You gasp, the air catching in your throat. Your body automatically bucks into the heat of his mouth and the tantalising firmness of his tongue. Cecil moans loudly, the sound running along your skin like a current. He looks up at you lazily, unfocused and already drunk on the taste of you. 

He whimpers sweetly when you sink your fingers into his hair and scrape your nails along his scalp. Doubling down his efforts as he drags his tongue along your clit. 

Pleasure tightens and builds in your stomach, pulling at your nerve endings until you're close to madness. 

Cecil moans constantly, following your body's movements without thinking. If he could stay here forever, it wouldn’t be long enough. 

“Cec, I’m gonna,” you bite your lip, your back arching off from the tiles. 

He presses closer, squeezing your skin under his fingers as he groans, practically vibrating in excitement. 

You moan loudly, shaking as your orgasm washes over you. Cecil swallows eagerly, drinking down the fresh wetness that hits his tongue. He slows his movements, languidly letting you ride out your high until you relax, breathing hard. 

When he looks up at you, he’s grinning, a blissed out look spread across his features. “Sorry, I know we messed around earlier as well…” he gives you a bashful smile, “I just… I just want to make you come all the time.” 

You snort, your legs are like jelly, but still you find the strength to help him to his feet and litter his face with kisses. Slowly, you inch your right hand down his chest to his stomach, just brushing against the tip of his throbbing cock. 

He whines, shivering in your arms. “Fuck.”

“What do you want?” You ask sweetly. 

He gulps and giggles, “Don’t,” Cecil presses his face into your neck. “I can’t choose. Everything, I want everything.”

“You can have everything.” You stroke his wet hair and he whines again. 

“Could you… I’m gonna come so fast…” he huffs, a little frustrated with himself and how close he was already. “Could you just?” He puts his hand over yours, wrapping your fingers around his dick and stroking.

“Of course.” You kiss his temple and he preens, humming happily as the sensation sparks up his spine. 

“Could you… as well…” he swallows, panting a little hard already.

“As well?” You grin as you gently move his face back so you can watch him, see the way his lips are parted, how his eyes are closed and forehead is furrowed.

“If it’s… fuck,” he groans and takes your free hand, reaching around to place it on his ass. “Can you?” He swallows again, a flush of embarrassment staining his neck and face. 

“You want me to touch you here?” You say softly as you slip your forefinger in between his ass cheeks and just lightly press at his opening. 

And that’s all it takes. 

“Fuck!” Cecil tenses like he’s been hit with an electric shock, spurting all over your hand and his stomach in long, thick ropes. He clutches onto you for dear life as he moans and swears in your ear, a rush of ‘thank yous’ falling from his lips. 

You hold him close as he recovers and he quickly snuggles into your embrace. 

“Shit,” he practically purrs. “Thank you, fuck, I think I nearly passed out.” 

You giggle. “Please don’t, what if you fell and hit your head?” 

He nods, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess of your bathroom.” He says sincerely.

You laugh loudly, “No, Cec, I mean I don’t want you to get hurt silly.” 

He pauses for a moment as his mind catches up with what you said and then gives you a brilliant smile. “Oh, you’re so amazing!” He kisses you messily, squeezing your body against his as you fight back a fit of giddy laughter. 

“For not wanting you to have to go to the hospital?” 

He nods rapidly. “And for… You know.”

“I know?” 

He nods, pulling a purposefully silly face to amuse you. “Maybe later I’ll manage to hold off long enough for you to get a finger up there?” 

“Maybe even two?” You tease and he groans, biting his lip. 

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NOT BUT ACTUALLY

Jancy should have broken up in S3. Like, the resolution to their incredibly valid conflict made no sense. I will ramble about it AGAIN.

They are still teens, but they are working. Luckily, at the same place that aligns with their interests. Nancy became interested in investigative journalism in S2 because of Murray and how they handled the Barbara thing, Jonathan never stopped wanting to pursue photography, they both work for a newspaper, match made in heaven, right?

But it is hell. They don't respect Nancy, they don't even acknowledge Jonathan. They are assholes to the both of them, but more overtly to Nancy, Jonathan is used to it given his whole life, but Nancy is not. It is understandable - she was a straight A student, she was probably praised about her intelect her entire life so far, by peers and older authority figures alike. It is jarring to be dismissed by your boss and his entire posse, but it should be just because she is young and doesn't know the business yet, right? If she can prove her knack for investigating, they will respect her!

Except... They don't. She comes with what she thinks is an unmistakable trail to follow, and they mock her. Not only because the trail is not enough to go on, but that's why they are rejecting the IDEA - they are rejecting HER because she is a girl, and that's all they see. Too young, too overeager, she needs to be put on her place as a high schooler who's supposed to answer calls and bring coffee, not as an aspiring journalist. They never meant to guide her, to teach her the ropes or even just let her learn by observing - they just needed a pretty face with a nice-sounding voice to answer the phone. Incredibly sexist, and probably the first time she's even been this rejected as a person in her life.

So she does what a lot of women do, and tries to play by their rules to excel at their game. Bring better proof, and then she'll be respected. She sneaks out, brings Jonathan along to get photos, and just... Does everything wrong. She manipulates an old lady who's a diagnosed schizophrenic into letting both of them into her home to take pictures of rats. She breaks into the lady's home at one point, now having been to the lady's house MULTIPLE TIMES. And the whole time, Jonathan says that's a bad idea, that she should drop it, but she is determined to win the game set by the men at the newspaper, so she barrels through his worries and warnings. And gets them BOTH fired in the process.

And Jonathan is pissed. Of course he is! He doesn't have an allowance and a dad who makes a six-figure salary to ask for help when his money runs out. Now he can't help with the bills around the house, and if he can't get another job, his mom will probably need to get more shifts, leaving him to care for Will more frequently than she already does. And it wasn't even his fault he lost the job!

And Nancy apparently didn't think about any of that when she insisted on crossing line after line for this story, which in Jonathan's eyes, she absolutely did not have to go after.

So they fight on the way home. And Nancy tries to explain to him that she WAS RIGHT, because she was, and they needed to see it, everything depended on it. And the old lady got hurt because she couldn't crack the story in time, too! This is serious! But Jonathan isn't having it. Nancy mocks him for his "Oliver Twist performance", Jonathan spits that she's too privileged to care about something other than her suffering, she maintains that he does not understand what it is like (which he doesn't, but he thinks he does), and they end it with "I guess we just don't understand each other anymore", which they don't.

Then, of course, she was right, the rats were a signal of a bigger threat, it had to do with the Upside Down, yadda yadda.

They talk again in the hospital elevator. This should be the talk where Jonathan apologizes for doubting that Nancy was right (which would tie nicely to the way he doubted his mom when Will went missing - he would feel bad about making the same mistake again) and Nancy apologizes for diminishing his struggle (which would be nice because she HAS DONE THAT BEFORE, she only started dating Steve because she was waiting on Jonathan to make a move but he was busy with Will, so he didn't, and she was mad about it in S2) and they both signal to each other that they have actually thought about their differences and are willing to adjust their behaviors. This, however, is not that talk.

Jonathan says she was right, Nancy says she looks forward to him never doubting her again, and there is no acknowledgement of anything else. Not the fact that Jonathan doesn't understand Nancy is disrespected simply because she's a girl, despite how smart she is. Not the fact that Nancy thinks Jonathan complains too much about his misfortunes. Jonathan moves to California and they decide to continue their relationship, long-distance.

So, what I think should have happened after the fight is that Jonathan should have pried and asked if Nancy had nothing to apologize for. Nancy would have denied it, proving to Jonathan that she truly does not think about anyone but herself. That she thought she was solely a victim in their fight (like her talk with her mom made it out to be, honestly). The chase scene in the hospital could still be the same, they could protect each other as they always have. But the Byers only move to California 3 months after the Battle of Starcourt. Plenty of down time to reflect on their relationship.

Jonathan should have talked to her as they were in his empty bedroom, and told Nancy that they should end things. Nancy would cry and ask why, ask if he didn't love her anymore. Jonathan would say that he would die for her, which is true and the season so far would be proof of it, but they are not good for each other. Nancy has to sit with the realization that she fucked this relationship up, too, but also her boyfriend really couldn't understand her struggles as a woman, and Jonathan goes to California and does not expect Nancy to talk to him again.

And we end the season with Nancy single, and Steve and Robin as just friends - a beautifully planted lesbian, ready to be paired up with Nancy in S4 and perhaps sparkle a new awakening for her. After all, Nancy WAS hung up on Barbara for a long time and way more deeply than everyone else around her... And her last boyfriend didn't understand her struggles as a woman... And you know who would? Another woman. Like Robin! And they even have Steve in common to introduce them!

Basically, Ronance should be canon and we should have Stonathan endgame because Eddie should have been Steve's bi awakening in S4. And S5 should have Steve and Jonathan bonding over having fumbled the same girl, getting closer and developing a friendship because they now have the same ex and can complain about her together.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN PERFECT, DUFFERS WHY

They keep pulling these left turns on their plots and I can't handle it anymore, I'm so tired 😭😭😭

i just know if robin was introduced in s1/2 ronance wldve been endgame. the duffers were probably like shit we accidentally created the perfect lesbian rivals to lovers dynamic with these two characters who are giving each other bedroom eyes in this library and definitely want to kiss but then what tf r we gonna do about jonathan

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(This...may ne inspired by an oc-)

Strawhats with a monster child reader? Like, so horrifying that even the toughest pirate would reconsider fighting them, but they're also just 5 year old who ate an devilfruit

Oh, I like this idea! Thank you for submitting it! I'll be happy to write this piece!

Straw Hats with a Monster child reader

Luffy

🍖 He honestly wouldn't care about your appearance, strength, or any of that, really.

🍖 Mostly into you and your devil fruit abilities!

🍖 I can see him viewing you as a younger sibling but at the same time an equal.

🍖 If you ever are sad about your appearance or how others view/act/feel about you, he's there to cheer ya' up!

🍖 Really one of the best people to be around, he probably doesn't have a negative thought about you!

Zoro

🗡 He might've been an opponent you faced, but I personally don't think he would fight a child, no matter your bounty.

🗡 Similar to Luffy, he could care less about your appearance or power (well, just a little...)

🗡 Encourages training! A personal motivator, but he's never to rough! He knows a child shouldn't push themselves like he does to himself.

🗡 Not exactly the most sympathetic for you, sort of. (LEMME EXPLAIN, I'M NOT SLANDERING ZORO!) Like, if you go crying to him about someone judging your appearance, then he's not exactly coddling you, but not "suck it up". Somewhere in the middle.

🗡 Really a nice guy. Helps you get stronger, all while being inspiring to you.

Sanji

❤ I sense big brother vibes...Sensing big brother...

❤ "Luffy, why'd you invite a kid to join our crew?"

❤ He never saw you as scary. Just a kid :)

❤ Pretty empathetic towards you if somebody hurts your feelings.

❤ Definitely cooks your favorite meal for you.

Brook

💀 (He's so silly ☺️☺️☺️) I think he'd understand you the best out of everyone.

💀 He probably is similar to Luffy, and doesn't care the least bit what you look like.

💀 He's happy to be around you, and isn't the least bit intimidated.

💀 He knows your a child, and you mean no harm.

💀 Really another great person to be around. He gets being scary. He gets you.

(Thank you for submitting this request, anonymous! It was super to write! And if anyone feels insecure, know your enough, beautiful, smart, and wonderful! Stay safe, get lots of sleep, and eat candy! ❤❤❤)