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kxsagi · 9 days ago

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hii kxsagi!! i LOVE ur fics sm omg they’re so wholesome n cute つ≧▽≦つ❤ like fr they’re so comforting i’m obsessed ❤️

i got a req if that’s cool! hope ur not too stressed or overwhelmed 😥

sooo the idea’s like—how would the bllk boys react if reader was superrr flexible? like reader just casually bendin all crazy n they’re just sittin there SHOCKED like “?? how ur bones not snappin rn” 😭😭 lol i thought it’d be a fun silly lil thing! hope u vibe w it hehe

also gotta say readin ur fics feels like a warm hug every time fr 😭 u rlly make the world feel brighter n softer w ur stories (*≧ω≦)ﾉ♡❤️

“𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢”

a/n: omg your words are leaving me in a puddle of mush 😭💗💗

thank you for making my night, i can feel your love through the screen and it feels like bathing in flowers 🌸🌸🌸

ft. isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

you were just trying to reach for your phone under the couch. isagi expected you to bend down like a normal person.

but instead? you just dropped into a backbend like a horror movie demon and reached for it backwards.

he screamed. like fully let out a “HUHHHH!?” and dropped his water bottle.

"WAIT WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST– WHY ARE YOU UPSIDE DOWN?!"

once you’re upright again, he stares at you like you just confessed to murder.

“yoichi, it’s just flexibility.”

“nah babe, that’s not flexibility. that’s exorcism behavior.”

later tries to mimic you, ends up pulling his hamstring and groaning like a grandpa for three days straight.

you stretch like a noodle, he stretches like a broken lego. balance ❤️

chigiri hyoma

listen. he’s flexible. he knows he’s flexible.

but when you suddenly fold your leg over your head while yawning?? he short circuits.

blinks slowly. “... did you just dislocate something or are you okay.” “nope! all good 😊”

lowkey competitive. starts doing stretches next to you just to prove he’s got it, too.

it ends up being a flexibility battle. you’re both in wild yoga poses in the living room while bachira films and yells “YO THIS IS SICK!”

chigiri is 70% amazed, 30% jealous, and 100% in love.

secretly googles “how to increase hip mobility” at 2 AM in the morning.

nagi seishiro

he didn’t even notice at first. you were casually watching TV while sitting in a full split, eating popcorn.

nagi slowly looks over, crunch in his mouth, and just–

“huh. that’s weird.”

continues eating like nothing happened. but five minutes later, glances again.

“… wait, babe. is that normal?”

you then raise your leg vertically while lying on your back, just vibing.

“babe. babe. your leg is– it’s taller than me. can your joints do that?”

is so confused, but too lazy to fully process it.

ends up lying on your stomach while you’re still in your pretzel pose like “comfy 💭”

you’re contorted like a carnival act and this man is napping on you like it’s a pillow fort.

mikage reo

he is CONCERNED.

like, you’re about to do a handstand backbend and he’s running over like “WAIT, BABY, DO YOU NEED A SPOTTER–”

you land it perfectly. he’s still mid-run like “HUHHH.”

immediately tries to book you a circus audition. “you could go viral for this. should i email sophie dossi instead?”

starts showing you off to his rich people friends like “this is my girlfriend. she can put her foot behind her head while eating sushi. watch.”

claps after every trick. pulls out his phone like a proud dad. meanwhile, you’re just trying to tie your shoe.

“babe, did you mean to do a headstand just now?” “yeah it’s easier this way.”

emotional damage. he’s floored every time. never recovers.

itoshi rin

absolutely silent when he sees it.

you just casually swing your leg onto the counter while texting. he walks into the kitchen, freezes.

no reaction. just judgmental blinking.

“… what are you doing.” “stretching.” “then why are you trying to kiss your own knee.” you slowly slide into a full split like “no reason.”

rin walks out of the room. you hear him mutter “i’m dating a jellyfish.”

you keep catching him staring when he thinks you’re not looking. his brain is buffering.

eventually breaks and goes “okay what kind of mutant genes do you have.”

pretends it doesn’t bother him. but then you bend backward to pick up something and he instinctively yells “DON’T DIE!”

bonus: thinks you should star in a horror movie and it would become his favorite horror movie of all time.

bachira meguru

this man is DELIGHTED.

like you bend in half, spine crackling like bubble wrap, and he’s clapping like a kid at the zoo.

“YOOOO YOU’RE LIKE A WORM!!! THAT’S SO COOL!!!”

calls you his “slay-squiggly spaghetti noodle” 😭😭

challenges you to do weirder and weirder poses like "can you put your ankle behind your neck AND wave?? do it do it!"

starts trying to do them too and ends up stuck halfway with a foot on the couch and one hand on the floor.

“babe, help i’m cramping.”

makes up a whole song about your flexibility. “🎵 my bendy babe ~ defying gravity like it’s a game ~”

posts videos of you doing stretches with captions like “my gf’s bones? fake. she’s just made of rubber.”

he’s in love with how absurd you are. literally thinks you have powers.

kaiser michael

watches you fold like a pretzel and goes “pfft. that’s nothing.”

ten seconds later he's on the floor groaning, unable to sit up.

“WHY DO YOU MAKE IT LOOK SO EASY.” “because i’m actually flexible.” “no. you’re an alien.”

calls you “human origami.”

gets lowkey obsessed with trying to match your poses. refuses to be outdone.

“if you can bend, i can bend.” crack “okay, ow.”

starts showing you off to ness like “look what my girlfriend can do. bendy like a hot cheeto.”

100% tries to convince you to post a thirst trap of your flexibility just so people online can cry over it.

“pose like that again. i’m gonna use it as my phone wallpaper.”

bonus: mildly terrified, but secretly so turned on it ruins him.

shidou ryusei

you were just minding your business, stretching your back in the hallway with your hands and feet both on the floor, doing that deep spider bridge thing.

shidou turns the corner, stops dead in his tracks, and goes: “HOLY SHIT. ARE YOU POSSESSED??”

immediately starts making exorcist jokes. pokes you with a broom like “you good in there, bendy demon?”

you slowly tilt your head upside down while still in your backbend and say, “what?”

he flinches so hard he drops his protein shake.

“nah. nope. that’s not normal. i’ve seen horror movies start like this.”

but lowkey thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

will not stop testing your flexibility like “yo babe, can you sit on my shoulders while clapping your feet or something weird like that?”

starts using you as furniture. like you’re folded in a pose and he just casually plops on your back like a bench.

“you’re comfy. 10/10. five stars. would sit again.”

gives you the most unhinged nickname ever like “my little muscle spaghetti 💕”

karasu tabito

you're sitting cross-legged, but your leg is literally on your shoulder.

karasu walks in and immediately does a double take like “what the fu– wait, pause.” “is that LEG supposed to be there.”

starts poking your limbs suspiciously like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.

“your bones are fake. they’re made of slinkies. tell me i’m wrong.”

starts doing dramatic re-enactments like “this is what a normal human does when they stretch,” pretends to bend and collapses.

you’re just casually doing a handstand scorpion pose in the corner.

“see, this is why i have trust issues.”

nicknames you “yoga monster.”

every time you crack your back, he makes a fake siren sound like “SOMEBODY CALL THE FLEX POLICE, SHE’S AT IT AGAIN!”

secretly very impressed. like, sits there watching you with his chin in his hand like “dayum, that’s kind of majestic.”

will 100% post a video of you folding yourself in half with the caption “why is my girlfriend origami.”

itoshi sae

you put your foot behind your head while tying your hair.

he looks up. stares. stares harder. then “… why?”

that’s all he says. deadpan. not even blinking.

you’re like “it’s easier this way.”

sae’s like “… there are easier ways. literally every other way.”

thinks you’re lying when you say you’re not in pain.

“how are your hips not exploding right now.”

you do the splits and stretch your arms back like a swan, and he actually pauses FIFA for this.

“do it again.”

he doesn’t even mean it in a flirty way. he’s just confused and mildly offended by how calm you look while doing something acrobatic olympians train decades to achieve.

that being said… later, he sees you stretching in a pretzel shape while reading a book and he just stares for five whole seconds before going, “so how does that help us in bed.”

and just like that. full ego resurrection.

never says it out loud again, but the next time someone brings you up, he goes “yeah, she’s bendy. it’s awesome.”

your flexibility has his quiet, eternal respect.

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paddockletters · 9 months ago

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secret's out | lewis hamilton smau

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader summary: lewis accidentally reveals his secret relationship with you in an instagram story, sparking fan frenzy. request: yes/ thank you so muchhhh! author’s note:hey anon, i really loved and enjoyed writing your idea! thanks for you request and hope you like it and and sorry it took me too long❤

lewishamilton

lewis' imessage

y/username

liked by lewishamilton, f1 and 2,467,095 others

yourusername: i guess our secret has been reveled bt none other than my husband...

comments...

georgerussell63: you guys definitely made that podium moment legendary. Wishing you both all the best! 💪🏼❤️

danielriccirado: You guys, first you hid your relationship and then your wedding and you didn't even invite us…. I'm hurt

user1: the fact that george is his teammate and he didn't even know that lewis was married 😭😭

user2: ok, we already knew that lewis was very private but this, THIS is another level

charles_leclerc: took you long enough, Lewis! Wishing you guys all the happiness! 🥳

user3: can we just appreciate the casual hard launch AND a kiss on the podium?? absolute power couple energy 💯

user4: he way Lewis looked at you during the podium 😍 He’s been in love the whole time!!

user5: he fact that Lewis called you his wife on his story and we all lost it 🤣🤣 Congrats on your not-so-secret love anymore!

y/username

liked by lewishamilton, f1 and 3,456,955 others

yourusername: this secret and announcement took us less time this last time

comments:

lewishamilton: Can’t wait to meet our little one. Over the moon with you, love

user6: BABY HAMILTON?! Oh my God, I’m crying. This is the cutest news ever!! 😭🍼

georgerussell63: Congratulations!! Can’t wait to meet the future world champ! 🍼🏆

landonorris: BABY HAMILTON??? Alright, I’m officially shook. Congrats, guys! The paddock just got a whole lot more fun! 😂❤️

user7: Lewis is gonna be a dad??? IM NOT OKAY!!! CONGRATS!! 🥺❤️

danielricciardo: A little racer on the way? YES! Can I be the fun uncle? 😎🍼

user8: A podium celebration baby??? 👀 Looks like we know how y’all celebrated that win! 🤭

user9: he timeline is connecting… podium celebration = baby Hamilton?? You sneaky lovebirds! 😂💛

charles_leclerc: Wow, huge congrats!! The grid’s about to get a little bigger 😄

user10: OMG this baby is about to be more stylish than all of us. Already living their best life before birth! 👶🏽✨

Lewis' podium

The energy in the paddock was electric as Lewis’s car crossed the finish line, securing him a spot on the podium for the first time in what felt like ages. I could barely contain my excitement as I watched from the sidelines, surrounded by a sea of cheering fans. The moment felt surreal, and my heart raced as Lewis climbed out of his car, a triumphant grin plastered across his face.

As he approached me, still wearing his helmet, I couldn't help but notice the way the crowd erupted in applause and shouts. The deafening cheers seemed to fade into the background as he got closer. “Honey, I’ve done it!!” he shouted, his voice slightly muffled but filled with uncontainable joy.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins made me feel invincible. I laughed, my heart swelling with pride as I reached up to remove his helmet. The instant his face came into view, I felt the warmth of his excitement radiate between us. The crowd’s energy shifted, anticipation crackling in the air as they sensed something special was about to happen.

Lewis leaned down, his eyes locked onto mine, and in that electric moment, he kissed me deeply, right there in front of everyone. The world around us disappeared; all I could feel was the warmth of his lips and the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered for us.

From that day forward, we became the couple everyone adored. Fans began sharing videos and photos of the kiss, turning it into an iconic moment.

As the weeks passed, our relationship was the talk of the town. But it wasn't long before the news of our little family surprise came to light.

It was late, the dimmed lights in our living room casting soft shadows on the walls as I paced back and forth. The small plastic stick in my hand felt heavy, like it held the weight of the world. My heart pounded as I stared at the two pink lines that confirmed it—I was pregnant.

I had imagined this moment so many times, rehearsing how I would tell him, but now that it was real, my mind was a blur of emotions. Excitement, fear, happiness—everything at once.

Lewis had just gotten home from the gym, his usual easy smile lighting up his face as he stepped inside. He dropped his gym bag by the door, not yet noticing the turmoil in my eyes.

"Hey, love. Everything alright?" He asked, walking over to kiss me on the forehead, his hands automatically settling on my waist. But as he looked down at me, his brow furrowed in concern. He knew something was up.

I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his hands on me, grounding me. "Lewis, I… I need to tell you something."

His eyes softened instantly, the worry easing away. He pulled me closer, concern still flickering in his gaze but now mixed with curiosity.

"You’re scaring me a bit, babe. What’s going on?"

I bit my lip, the words almost stuck in my throat. My heart raced as I reached for his hand, slipping the positive pregnancy test into his palm. He looked down at it, confusion crossing his face for a brief second before realization hit him like a wave.

His eyes widened, flicking from the test to me and back to the test again. "Wait… are you serious?"

I nodded, tears springing to my eyes as a nervous laugh escaped me. "Yes, Lewis. We’re going to have a baby."

For a moment, it was like time stood still. He stared at me, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Then, without warning, he scooped me up into his arms, spinning me around as a wide, joyful laugh escaped him.

"Are you kidding me?!" He was grinning from ear to ear, his excitement so contagious I couldn’t help but giggle, too. "We’re having a baby?!"

"Yeah… we’re having a baby." I nodded, my heart swelling as I saw how happy he was.

Lewis set me down gently, but his arms stayed wrapped around me, his forehead resting against mine.

"I can’t believe this," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "You’re going to be the most amazing mom, you know that?"

"And you’re going to be the best dad. Our little one’s going to be so lucky." I smiled, feeling the butterflies in my stomach.

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes, his expression soft and full of love.

"This is the best news I could’ve ever imagined. I love you so much."

"I love you too," I whispered back, my voice catching with emotion.

Lewis placed a hand on my stomach, still grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. "Our little secret," he said, his voice hushed, as if speaking too loud would make it any less real.

As the initial shock and excitement settled in, Lewis and I spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, talking about everything that lay ahead. The glow in his eyes hadn’t dimmed one bit; if anything, it had grown brighter with every moment.

"I still can’t believe it," he whispered, running his fingers softly over my stomach. "We’re actually having a baby."

I laughed, leaning my head against his shoulder. "It’s real, Lewis. You’re going to be a dad."

"You know, now that I think about it, when do you reckon we… you know, made this little one?" A playful smirk spread across his face.

I rolled my eyes at his cheeky tone. "Really? That’s what you’re thinking about now?"

"Well," he chuckled, nudging me slightly. "It’s not every day you find out you're going to be a dad. I’m just curious." He paused, tilting his head as if considering the options. "I mean, we’ve been busy lately…"

I snorted, shaking my head. "Busy is an understatement. We travel all the time."

Suddenly, realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and I saw the gears turning in his head. "Wait… what about Monaco? You remember? After that podium…"

I froze for a second, my mind flashing back to that night. The celebration had been wild—Lewis had just gotten his first podium in a while, and we were on cloud nine. The champagne, the excitement, the adrenaline… and later that night, when we finally got back to our home…

I fele my cheeks flush. "Oh my God, Lewis."

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, clearly putting it all together. "That’s when it happened, didn’t it? The night of the podium celebration! No wonder the timing makes sense."

I covered my face with my hands, laughing as the memory came flooding back. "I can’t believe this! You’re right. That’s when it happened."

Lewis burst out laughing, clearly delighted by the connection. "No wonder I felt so invincible that weekend. Turns out, we had a little extra reason to celebrate!"

I playfully swatted his arm, though I couldn’t stop laughing either. "We’ll never live this down, you know. People are going to figure it out, and the teasing is going to be relentless."

He shrugged, still grinning like a fool. "Let them talk. They can tease us all they want. As long as I’ve got you and this little one, I don’t care."

I smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his words. "You’re such a sap sometimes, you know that?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "Only for you, love."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other and in the realization of what was to come, I couldn’t help but think about how crazy our journey had been so far. And now, with a baby on the way, it was about to get even crazier. But with Lewis by my side, I knew we could handle anything—even the endless teasing from our friends and fans.

"Just wait until the guys hear about this," he said with a wink, already anticipating the chaos to come.

I rolled my eyes again but smiled. "Oh, I’m sure they’ll never let us forget it."

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formulaonecrumbs · 2 months ago

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I loved the Oscar fic so much it’s exactly what i wanted and now more maybe like Oscar’s at home with his mum and all his sisters

we’ve made an icon 💅

Oscar Piastri x older sister!reader x piastri!siblings

summary: oscar’s sisters give him a makeover

warnings: none except for osc’s torture

A/N: literally had a blast writing this, thank u anon for the request aahhhh!!! i’m glad u liked the last one :) i searched his sisters names but couldn’t find the ages for Edie or Mae so i just made them 10 and 7. enjoyyyy i love u ❤️💋

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the living room looked like a tornado had blown through it — makeup bags spilled open across the carpet, costume jewelry flung over the back of the couch, feather boas and glittery sunglasses piled high on the coffee table.

“right,” you said, clapping your hands once, trying your best to look like you had control over this absolute disaster. “rules. no permanent marker, no scissors, no actual super glue. everything else… go wild.”

hattie smirked, already uncapping a hot pink lipstick like it was a weapon. edie giggled so hard she snorted. mae was bouncing on the spot, holding a sparkly headband two sizes too small.

and oscar — poor, poor thirteen-year-old oscar — sat cross-legged in the middle of it all, arms folded, an exaggerated scowl on his face.

“this is rigged,” he muttered. “i didn’t even agree.”

“yeah, you did,” you teased, leaning over to ruffle his already-messy hair. “you stayed in the room. counts.”

he groaned loudly, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

but he didn’t leave.

he never did, not when it came to you lot.

mae immediately climbed onto the couch behind him and shoved the headband over his curls, almost taking his ear off in the process. “ow!” he yelped, swatting blindly. you caught his hand gently.

“easy, little man. you’re doing the country proud,” you said, solemnly, and he gave you the fiercest stink-eye he could muster.

hattie was in charge of the face. she attacked like a general on the battlefield, swiping neon eyeshadow across his lids while edie dabbed blush onto his cheeks with the wrong side of the brush.

“stop moving your face!” hattie barked.

“i’m breathing,” oscar grumbled.

“well, stop that too,” edie said sweetly.

you were laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

every time oscar opened his mouth to protest, mae stuck a gummy bear in it.

(you didn’t even know where she got them. the child had secret stashes everywhere.)

“okay, everyone chill — lipstick’s happening,” you warned, reaching for the tube before hattie could jab it straight into his nose. you knelt in front of him, squinting dramatically. “pout, piastri.”

“you’re dead to me,” he said flatly.

“that’s the spirit.”

the lipstick was a mess — bright pink and slightly crooked, but he wore it like a champ.

or, at least, like someone who had accepted his tragic fate.

next came the outfit. it took about ten minutes of arguing and two full wardrobe raids before edie triumphantly produced one of your old sequin skirts and a tie-dye singlet.

“you look stunning, darling,” you said, wiping fake tears from your eyes as hattie threw a feather boa over his shoulders.

“i hope every single one of you steps on a lego,” oscar said, his voice thick with betrayal.

“can i put glitter on his arms?” mae asked brightly, already uncapping the shaker.

“oh my god, no, stop!” you yelped, diving across the carpet to confiscate it before the house ended up looking like a disco ball exploded.

in the end, oscar sat there — headband cutting into his curls, cheeks glowing with too much blush, lips smeared pink, a sequin skirt twisted halfway around his legs — and accepted his fate with long-suffering dignity.

you pulled out your phone and snapped a photo, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt.

“this,” you said proudly, “is going to your wedding slideshow someday.”

he pointed at you, eyes narrowed. “i’m telling mum.”

“i am mum right now,” you said, tossing a feather boa at his head. “deal with it.”

everyone collapsed into a pile on the floor — giggling, shrieking, tossing costume jewelry at each other. even oscar cracked a smile when mae curled up against his side, babbling about how “pretty” he looked.

and when you finally turned off the lights hours later, stepping carefully over the chaos, you caught oscar looking around at all of you — his sisters, his chaos — and shaking his head with a tiny, secret grin.

he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

༻ ❤︎︎ ༺

“right,” you said, clapping your hands and surveying the damage like a proud general. “now we show mum.”

oscar’s eyes widened in panic. “no. no way. i’m not going out there looking like this.”

“too late, mate,” hattie said sweetly, already grabbing his hand and trying to yank him up. edie was half-wheezing from laughing so hard, and mae was practically dragging the feather boa behind her like a prized pet.

“c’mon, osc, be a good sport,” you teased, ruffling his glitter-dusted hair. “you look gorgeous. stunning. a real icon.”

“this is betrayal,” he muttered, but he let himself be hauled up anyway — arms stiff at his sides like a tragic, sparkly soldier being marched to his doom.

you all barrelled down the hallway, practically vibrating with excitement, and burst into the kitchen where nicole was standing at the counter, sipping a cup of tea.

she turned at the noise, raising one eyebrow — and then she saw him.

there was a beat of complete silence.

and then nicole choked on her tea.

“oh my god,” she gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. “oscar! what have they done to you?!”

“i didn’t even have a choice!” he cried, flinging his arms out and sending glitter flying everywhere.

nicole was laughing so hard she had to put the mug down before she dropped it. “you look like… like a popstar from 2003!”

“he’s beautiful,” mae said solemnly, tugging the boa tighter around his shoulders.

“he’s fabulous,” edie added, hands on her hips.

“he’s traumatised,” oscar muttered under his breath.

you were leaning against the wall, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. “you’re welcome, mum. we’ve unlocked his full potential.”

nicole wiped tears of laughter from her cheeks and walked over, pulling oscar into a hug — sequins, glitter, feather boa and all.

“you’re such a good brother, letting them do this,” she said warmly, kissing the top of his head.

oscar groaned loudly but hugged her back anyway, letting his head thunk against her shoulder like he was suffering through the greatest injustice in history.

“can i keep the lipstick?” hattie asked, already rifling through the pile of makeup again.

“no,” oscar said, dead serious. “i’m burning it.”

you snapped another photo, just to be safe.

because moments like this — messy, chaotic, hilarious — were the kind you never wanted to forget.

THE END :>

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screampied · 1 year ago

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I read that Hakari drabble and I was wondering if you could do one of him with full Nelson, please❤️

And you’re a lovely author.

❤︎ ໋𓈒 trying full nelson with hakari

warnings. fem! reader, full nelson, size difference + size kink, praise, belly bulge, dirty talk, mdni.

an. thank you!! 🙆‍♀️

“full nelson, eh?” hakari raises a brow, his tone was deep as he parted his legs. he sat manspread on the couch. you were barely over your last orgasm he’d just given you, and he smiles once you give him a needy head nod. “mhm. that position’s pretty eheh . . risqué, princess. you sure y’er up for it? don’t wanna break you.”

your lip forms into a pout as you made your way onto his lap. “hakari, please. i can take you, promise.”

“silly woman,” he teases, leaning in to give your forehead a kiss. “alright. i warned ya. now get up here.”

he did in fact warn you, because with this particular position—you’d be stretched out in the most bizarre ways imaginable. he’d be holding you up with strong bulky arms, squeezing your thighs with rough hands. “o-oh my goddd,” you’d squeak out, and as you were leaned back against his chest. he was pumping thick inches into you again and again. “hakari, don’t stop. f-fuckkk.”

“didn’t plan on it, princess,” he huffs out in short breaths. hakari wrapped his beefy arms around the top of your legs — nearly having you in a chokehold, a safe chokehold. “how we feelin’?”

“good, r-really good.” you whined, feeling your cunt spaz out loud squelches all from his hits.

“that’s what i like to hear.” he snickers in a raspy tone.

this position had your mind going crazy, your head was spinning.

your mouth remained open the entire time, tongue lolling out, you coat your chest with your own dripping saliva.

without a doubt, you were a messy girl. hakari’s low grunts were all up against your ear, making your pussy twitch. your legs made somewhat of a v-shape. you’re just dangling with his cock running in and out of you. basically, you were a fleshlight.

“s-so deep, ‘kari,” you moaned, his girth prodding and expanding all throughout your walls. he’s holding you back, elbows of his locking behind your neck. you’ve never felt this full before. you even started to feel him reach in the very depths of your tummy a few times. “right there, p-please.”

“so noisy,” he huffs out, pursing his slit eyebrows together. he had so much stamina—perfect for this specific position. you on the other hand, not so much. but you didn’t want him to stop, it felt too good and he had you throbbing for more of his thick inches. he was baring your weight, your weight that hovered over him and he chuckles, sneaking a kiss near the inner part of your neck. “tired yet? lemme know if it’s too much for you, baby. shit’s not for the weak, heh.”

you whined, feeling yourself clamp and clamp down on hakari’s cock.

without question, he was so big — filling you up with such lengthy inches. your tongue parted, salivating in your mouth before you shook your head. “i’m good, ‘m good. f-fuckkk.”

“you’re so cute,” he teases with a simple shrug. “mhm. but okay. just lean back against me, i won’t let ya fall.”

your cunt was so stretchy, he reached all the right spots with such success. the noises rang across the room quite loudly too.

hakari grows quiet a bit just to hear the sounds your pussy made back against him. he snickers, feeling your head just bobble back amongst him repeatedly.

“f-fuckkk, girl,” he starts to groan, feeling you squeeze tightly around him. hakari’s voice was so raspy, his thigh starts to bounce and bounce the more your walls wrap around him. like a vice, it had the biggest grip on him that felt way too good.

his body was so warm against you, you were almost warm with him inside you. hakari plants his heels so he could perfectly use his hips to thrust. in and out, he’s panting heavily and it’s so sexy.

the chokehold he has you in—quite literally, it’s hypnotic. “mhm. ‘kariiii,” you’d drag out in a cute whine. he always loved hearing your voice—you felt his tip kiss against your g-spot and that was enough to make you moan sweetly. “fuck. fuck.”

“such a potty mouth.” he murmurs, slowing his thrusts down for a brief moment so you could feel every rough inch of him.

it was entirely sloppy.

you barely had anything to hold onto, just dangling and dangling against him. it was only a matter of time before you felt a sudden coil within you snap. you were so sensitive, your thighs ached and it felt so good.

hakari’s just holding your legs up for you like a gentleman, giving you such mean thrusts. “baby,” he groans, feeling himself start to grow full too. “g-goddamn, y’er gonna milk me again.”

“c-cum in me, hakari. pleasepleaseplease,” you’d slur your words out, feeling warm. your slick entrance was just begging to be stuffed. he knew it and you knew it too. hakari grunts, softly running the tips of his fingers against your skin. “need it ‘s bad.”

“cum with me then, princess,” he pants, you’re bouncing up and down on him.

it’s so goofy, your eyes were nearly crisscrossed. he was stuffed so deep in you, you felt like you were floating. the moment hakari cums, it’s so much. a thick string of cum pours right into your pussy and you’re soaking it all up. you came at the same time, and your muscles involuntarily spasm within his hold. your orgasm hits you like a truck and your breath nearly gets stolen from you.

“would ya look at that,” he titters, gradually letting go of your legs. you sat up on his lap, his twitching dick still buried in you before you let off a sharp breath. “took me so well, y’er pretty flexible.”

“you helped me.” you say in a sweet out of breath murmur.

his stringy seed spills out of you once you make him pull out, staring down at the sticky mess between you before you moan—bending over to arch your back. hakari smiles, gently caressing your ass before muttering, “mhm. we can always do it again if ya want. new position though. i was thinkin’ fuckin’ you while ‘m standing up. how’s that sound?”

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 17 ~ THE FINALE

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“Shh, Shh. Daddy’s gotchu’” Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows as she yawned as she sat up in bed. “Daddy’s here.” Josh’s hushed voice crackled through the baby monitor. Kiyana didn’t even know he was coming home early.

“Yeah, you happy to see me huh?” Josh chuckled “I miss you too pumpkin.” There was another little wail that made Josh chuckle softly. “And you too princess.” Kiyana couldn’t help but smile as she heard the pure adoration in Josh’s voice.

“Y’all haven’t been giving Mommy a hard time, right? I know your brothers have.” He laughed. “o'u teine aulelei” Kiyana heard him shift around before she heard the rocking chair start to creak. “I don’t think y’all know how much I needed y’all - how much mommy needed y’all”

Kiyana shuffled out of bed, grabbed her robe, and quietly made her way down the hall to the nursery. The door was cracked and the rocking chair was facing the door, but Josh was too preoccupied with their newborns to even notice her.

If someone had told Kiyana that she would be remarried to Josh a couple of months ago, she would have laughed in their face. But, this time around was so different and filled with love.

They had kept up their therapy sessions with Dr.Anderson. And true to his word, whenever Josh felt away about something he didn’t bottle it up anymore and same with Kiyana. In addition, they also restarted their weekly date nights, just the two of them, no kids, no distractions.

Josh looked up when he heard the floor boards creak. ‘Damn,” He whispered. “I think I woke up Mommy.”

Kiyana chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe. She crossed her arms over her chest, her smile widening as she watched Josh, his attention entirely focused on their little ones. The soft glow of the nursery nightlight cast a peaceful hue on his face, highlighting the tenderness in his expression. It was a side of him that Kiyana hadn't always seen, but now it was the version of him she cherished the most.

"You didn’t wake me up," she whispered, stepping into the room. "I’ve just been laying there, listening to you talk to them."

Josh's eyes softened as he looked at her. He reached out with one arm, motioning for her to come closer. As she stepped closer he puckered his lips for a kiss to which she gladly obliged.

Kiyana’s heart fluttered as she pulled back just slightly, her eyes meeting his. “I missed you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Josh smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I missed you, baby.”

“This is crazy, right?” She whispered, looking down at her two girls in Josh’s arms. She had a small smile on her face as she gazed at the two of them, their tiny faces peaceful in sleep.

Josh looked down at their daughters, the corners of his lips curling up into a soft smile. “Nah, I knew it would always be us in the end. I may have messed up but... this was always the way it was supposed to be.” Kiyana felt her heart flutter in her chest as Josh looked up at her. There was nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes. The kind of love that had taken time to grow, been nurtured through trials, and now felt unshakable. It made her heart ache in the best possible way.

“You really think that?” she asked softly, stepping a little closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to touch the side of his face.

Josh nodded, his hand gently brushing the back of her neck, pulling her just a little closer. “I do. I’ve messed up, Ki. I’ve made mistakes. But you, me, our kids… I knew, deep down, that it was always going to be this way. It was always supposed to be us.”

Kiyana let out a watery laugh and looked at the nightstand at the clock. “You got me crying at 4 in the morning.”

Josh laughed too and let out a yawn.

“C’mon let's get you to bed.” She said as she stood up from the arm of the chair. Josh wiggled his eyebrows making Kiyana laugh loudly, startling their youngest twin Jaylani. “Oh, I’m sorry baby.” She cooed, grabbing her out of Josh’s arms. “Daddy thinkin’ he getting some of mommy cookie was funny.” She said, eyes twinkling as she rocked Jaylani back to sleep. “But he doesn’t know the bakery is closed”

“Yeah alright,” Josh smirked and rolled his eyes as he stood from the rocking chair with their other twin Jaliyah. He kissed her on her forehead before setting her down in her crib. He turned and watched Kiyana do the same with Jaylani before she turned the humidifier back on. Kiyana walked over to Josh and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the twins' nursery and towards their bedroom.

As they entered their bedroom, Kiyana walked over to the bed while Josh walked into their closet, most likely getting undressed and ready for a shower. Kiyana crawled into bed, her body relaxing into the familiar warmth of the sheets. The soft scent of Josh's cologne still lingered in the room, and she couldn't help but smile at how everything felt so... right. Even though their journey had been rocky, there was a sense of peace now that she hadn't realized they were both craving.

The sound of water running in the bathroom filled the quiet space, and Kiyana lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts wandering. She thought about everything that had led them to this point. The struggles, the heartache, the therapy sessions, and now, the love that was finally blooming again.

As Josh emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing from the door, Kiyana turned her head to watch him. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his shirtless frame made her heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just his physical appearance—it was the man he had become. More open. More vulnerable. More loving.

Kiyana bit her lip as Josh turned his gaze onto her. He smirked and dropped his towel before walking closer to the bed.

“You sure daddy can’t get no cookie?” He whispered and he climbed onto the bed. Kiyana let out a moan as their lips touched.

"Maybe just a taste," Kiyana whispered against his lips, her resolve melting away as his hands traced the curve of her waist.

Josh's lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of heat that made her arch against him. "Thought you said the bakery was closed," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"I may let it slide, for my favorite customer," she teased, running her fingers through his damp hair. He chuckled and helped her sit up, pulling her nightie over her head. Kiyana reached for him, pulling him down so his body was flushed against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a soft moan as the tip of his dick brushed agaisnt her clit.

Josh groaned, feeling how slick she was. “Bakery is closed my ass…” he muttered as his tongue swirled around her nipple, before capturing it in his mouth.

Kiyana moaned, “Shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes darkened with desire as he lined himself up, pausing to gaze into her eyes with a mischievous grin. "Say please."

“Please,” she whimpered, rolling her hips in desperation. He slid inside her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she clenched around him. She cried out, the sound vibrating through his body. “Shit” she groaned.

Josh thrust slowly, deeply, igniting a fire inside her. “You feel too damn good,” he breathed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Kiyana’s fingers dug into his back, urging him faster, but Josh maintained his slow pace. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too-o” She let out a choked moan as he finally picked up his pace. She felt Josh grin into her neck before he started to place open-mouth kisses.

Josh felt her tighten around him as her orgasm hit. “That’s it baby,” he groaned, thrusting harder as her whole body arched. Her cries were muffled against his shoulder, and he shuddered with pleasure, feeling her pulse around him. The sensation was almost too much. He fought to keep his control, but each thrust sent him closer to the edge. Kiyana’s nails raked down his back, and she gasped his name over and over like a prayer.

Josh’s rhythm faltered, and with one last deep thrust, he followed her into bliss. He collapsed against her as waves of pleasure crashed through him, stealing his breath. “Goddamn” he gasped out as she continuted to milk him for everything he had. He gently pulled out, and placed a sweet and soft kiss on her lips. He stood from the bed and grabbed her a shirt and himself some briefs so they wouldn’t be indecent when their kids burst in, in the morning. She thanked him and pulled the shirt over her head. Josh laid down in bed and cuddled up with his wife, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them.

Kiyana let out a content sigh as she felt herself start to fall asleep. When all of a sudden she heard the pitter patter of feet making their way towards their bedroom. She heard Josh let out a groan before the bedroom door was thrown open and their three boys stood there.

“DAD!” They all yelled at once before jumping on the bed. Kiyana laughed as she watched their boys try to get comfortable, as tired as she was… she wouldn’t trade her life for anything.

This is it guys. We made it to the end of Josh and Kiyana's story. I just wanna thank each and every one of y'all. Fr... like before I posted All Falls Down I was going to delete my profile but the amount of love y'all have shown me on that story and this one is... crazy! No like deadasss. I love y'all! ❤️

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(In Your) Arms Tonight - 2/2

summary: Wade tests out his previous hypothesis with great success. Might experiment more later.

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 3.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blowjob, itty bitty blood mention, slight angst, nightmares/PTSD, pining, cursing, claws, crude humor and language, fluff, touching, *cue start of something new from high school musical*, Wade's a little shit, cum drinking bc i guess that's what happened, deepthroating, lowkey face fucking, bad flirting but it's kinda reciprocated, wade is the throat goat next question, wade kissed his roommate and they both liked it

a/n: here she is :') thanks yall for the patience and all of the magnificent love and comments for part one ❤❤❤ means the world to me, especially since it's my first time stepping out of stucky territory as a whole. also got a little away with the tags 😅 hope yall enjoy this !

Not beta'd. Half-written on my phone, edited and revised in ellipsus + gdocs. Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!

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PART ONE | PART TWO

Wade forgot to turn the AC back on.

It's his turn to sleep in bed tonight and he's got the worst case of swamp ass you can get this far from a fucking swamp. He's already thrown the covers, sheets, pillows, and his boxers off; he swears if he gets up there will be a sweaty version of a goddamn chalk outline on his mattress.

He stretches. Notices he can feel both hands now, fully grown and everything, fingernails and all. Smirks to himself as he flexes his new fingers before reaching over to the nightstand– it's actually a really sturdy cardboard box, but it works just as good– for his phone. The screen responds with a bright 3:02AM overlayed on a photo of him and Vanessa.

There's a pang in his heart for a moment. The same type of twist and pull he felt when Logan got up to leave after their big adventure (AKA saving their universe.)

“See you around?”

Wade tried to swallow the hard lump of desperate hope that had been bubbling inside of him the entire time they ate their shawarma. Hopes it wasn't obvious in his voice. Not a total cry for help, but definitely more of a solemn whimper and puppy dog eyes.

No matter how many times he was used to it– the people he loved leaving or dying or what have you– it still stung like a bitch.

“Probably not.”

And Logan didn't mean for it to come out so harshly, but that's what happened when– and if– he got too close. To anyone. To everyone.

With that, Logan rose from the bench, gathering his cowl and TVA jacket up from the place on the bench separating him and Wade and started walking. Dogpool whined and scratched at Wade's arms to chase after him.

Wade had to do something. Anything. He couldn't let this one– this Logan. His Logan– walk off into the sunset.

No.

Not without him.

“Logan!”

And then he turned around.

And now they're here.

He feels a similar yank and tear elsewhere in his body– lower belly, groin area– whenever thoughts wander back to that glorious time in the Honda Odyssey; Adamantium stabbing in and out of his chest cavity, puncturing his lungs and literally taking his breath away. The tight feeling of multiple seat belts holding him down to the second row passenger seat and the sickeningly happy grin adorning Logan's face when he tied the last knot. Wade remembers smiling just as bright under his mask.

That one definitely got filed into ye ole spank bank for safe keeping.

Sighing, Wade remembers he's sweating like a hog and drops his legs over the edge, planting two clammy feet onto the creaky floorboards. He throws on his previously discarded pair of boxers just in case Logan has a case of insomnia. Gotta take a man out to dinner before you show him your dick, like a gentleman.

Wade peaks his head out into the living room, TV glow assaulting his pupils like a flash bang. The door creaks open wider and Wade steps further out. He doesn't want to wake either furball– you'd be surprised how grumpy Dogpool gets when she doesn't get her beauty sleep– as he tiptoes out in front of the couch.

His breath catches in his chest.

Logan lies propped up on the couch, head resting on the arm with a throw pillow behind for support, arms crossed over a bare, hairy chest rising and falling slowly. A sheen of sweat coats his skin that reflects the changing colors of the TV. Half a snuffed cigar smolders on the coffee table ashtray. The semi-permanent crease between his brows is softer, perfect pink lips parted as he snores quietly.

And to top it all off, he's in his fucking boxers; his jeans are discarded on the opposite end of the couch, kicked off in his sleep to beat the heat.

Wade can't breathe. He can't help but stare, committing the heavenly scene to memory. A knowing smile slowly spreads across his chapped lips.

He's happy. Happy at how peaceful his roommate looks. Happy that Logan is finally feeling safe enough to sleep here. Genuinely. Wade knows first hand what it can be like to be constantly on the run, chasing peace and release, rest and safety.

Tip toes make way to the thermostat, Wade presses the 'on' button to the AC when there's stirring behind him. Head turning slowly, he catches the tail end of Logan mumbling something in his sleep.

“...Wade, please.”

Wade freezes like a carjacker caught in an impound lot. Surely he didn't hear Logan, his roommate Logan– The X-Man, The Wolverine– fucking whining Wade's name in his sleep.

What were the symptoms of heat stroke, again?

Wade shuffles back over to the couch. Feels like a creep watching his fucking roommate sleep, waiting another moment to see if he needs to take a power drill and give himself a DIY lobotomy or not.

“Mm… No, Wade…No, please, don't–” Logan murmurs softly. Struggling, brow furrowing, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Ngh… Don't hurt ‘im… please.”

Logan begins to shake. His head whips from side to side against the pillow, hands dig into the couch cushions, grunting, fists clenching as his claws itch to defend from the phantom threat. Muscles tensing and chest heaving, his breathing grows harder, faster, more frantic.

He's having a nightmare.

Wade recognizes the signs immediately. He knows where Logan's at: some distant memory with talons and sharp teeth assaulting his brain without him knowing. Hell on earth on the worst nights, a light ego beating and insomnia on the better ones.

Wade knows– his stopped two months ago. When Logan came home.

Without another thought– one in which he probably should’ve given– Wade climbs onto the couch to straddle Logan’s hips in the most non-horny way he can make it. Hands press into the center of Logan's chest. He gently calls his name, preparing for the sharp stab of Adamantium through an appendage and/or organ. Nothing he isn't used to at this point, but he secretly prays it isn't something totally major.

“Logan. Peanut, hey,” Wade whispers. He presses further into Logan, heat radiating off rough, hairy skin into Wade's tingling fingers. “Logan, it's me, Wade. You're having a nightmare, you’re scaring the kids–”

SHNK. Intestines. Ten or fifteen points, depending on if it's big or small. Wade's thankful it wasn't a kidney or his stomach– those are a bitch and a half to grow back.

“Okay– that was maybe warranted,” Wade grunts. Both sets of claws penetrate straight through his lower abdomen as Logan jolts awake, sitting up as much as he can while pinned under Wade. A gnarled scream catches in his throat. White-hot knuckles graze the skin of Wade's stomach, who is really, really trying his hardest not to get a boner right now.

“Th’fuck's goin’ on?” Logan slurs, face inches from Wade's bare chest. He blinks. Once. Twice. His brow returns to its permanent crease as he adjusts to the scene before him: bright TV glow contrasts with dark shadows Wade casts over him.

Wade is on top of him and his claws are inside of Wade.

Face scrunching– not inherently in disgust, Wade hopes– claws retract with a muted grunt. Wade can breathe again while his body begins repairing itself. His hands are stuck to Logan's heaving chest, fingers fanning out over each delicious pec. Thick arms rest on either side of him, elbows bent and resting on Wade's thighs.

Wade swallows, praying the man currently underneath him either A. doesn't know where his hands are at the moment or B. this is going exactly the way he wet-dreamt it a few weeks ago. Completely unprompted too, by the way– he's no stranger to the sick side effects of PTSD, he wouldn't knowingly exploit that in order to get into his roommate's pants. He's got more class than that.

Well, most of the time, that is. Again, completely unintentional. Coincidence, if you will.

Maybe he does need that DIY lobotomy.

"Where th'hell am I?" Logan asks, voice less threatening and more alert. His eyes flick from the TV and travel up Wade to meet sympathetic chocolate eyes already on him. Wade peels each finger off Logan's chest and sits back on his knees. Gaze softening, hands fall into his lap inches above the chiseled V pointing to down under Logan's boxers. He doesn't dare move a fucking muscle.

His pinky finger twitches.

"You're okay. You're here, in my world, Peanut. Twenty-first century. New York. We use fifty-cals now, not muskets. You were having a nightmare–"

Wade's throat hitches. He's not gonna cry, no– he's not that much of a fucking empath, for chrissake– but what he wants to say versus what he probably should say get lodged together on the way down to his mouth from his brain.

"I– I did the pressure thing Dogpool does with me, sometimes. Except I thought you'd wanna wake up to this pretty face 'nd not one with drool."

Logan looks skeptical, searches Wade to see if he's actually telling the truth for once, features relaxing once he mulls it over in his head. Wade's gnawing at the inside of his cheek when Logan's thumbs subconsciously start rubbing slow circles over the toughened skin of his upper thigh. Upper-outer, to be exact, but right now Wade doesn't really want to dwell on the minute details.

"So," Logan starts, "you woke me up… 'cause I was havin' a nightmare…?"

"Well, not exactly because you were having a nightmare, no." Wade runs a hand over the top of the couch, distracting himself. "Al really likes this couch. Antique, actually. Vintage find. Be a shame if some man with claws–"

Logan's palms press into Wade's thighs. A warning.

"Mouth."

Wade sighs. Hands fall into his lap once more and he is absolutely not fighting to gawk at Logan's V that lights up like a road work sign pointing to a detour. The semi-hard abs just above definitely do not make him want to run his fucking tongue across them like a cheese grater.

He looks back to Logan, clears his throat. "Look I– I've been there. Am there, honestly. Didn't want you t'be alone whenever you woke up, but I also know how hard it is to wake up. So," he shrugs, voice lowering, "thought I'd help. Help you come down from it, I mean."

Logan stares back in response, eyes trained on Wade like a hunting dog and a downed fox. Wade swears the corner of his lip twitches along with the meaty hands on his legs.

He's gotta get the fuck out of here.

"So!" Wade starts, "Seems everything's in working order. The doctor will be in soon–" Wade starts to scramble off before realizing Logan's holding him down. Sharp claw stubs poke into scarred skin and a deep growl rumbles out of Logan's chest. Not necessarily threatening, no, more of a 'you're not goin' anywhere.' Wade gulps, hands raise up jokingly, forcing his racing mind to think of a naked, cross-country skiing Al to stave off the blood violently rushing to his stubborn cock.

Logan sits up, closing the space between him and Wade. Hazel eyes study wide brown ones. Logan takes a breath, shaky but sure.

"Don't want y't'go. Not– not yet."

It's hesitant. Unsure but curious, quiet enough Wade thinks he's hallucinating again. Wade mulls it over, leans forward with hands back on Logan's chest, skin and muscles taught underneath with tactile tension.

Wade sucks in a breath, moves his hands higher to Logan's collarbone and it's grossly apparent how tense Logan is. Hostile to any sudden movement, untrusting of touch to the point his fists shake against Wade's legs. A slow, tender hand inches up Logan's throat and onto his cheek. Wade feels through the rough facial hair and unkempt stubble, a thumb finds the shaved spot at the point of Logan's chin and strokes gently. Fists start to unclench, but there's a hesitancy still lingering in the air, under Logan's skin. Wade thinks it smells like fear. Inches away, face to face, breaths fan eachother's faces.

There's a shift in the air and Wade leans forward.

Logan doesn't stop Wade from connecting them together, lips touching lips in the softest manner possible. Almost feels like there's nothing there, Wade's too gentle. Nobody moves, breathes, at first; they're each trying to make sense of what the fuck exactly is happening. Logan isn't saying no, isn't sawing through Wade's skull and Wade isn't pushing himself on Logan.

Okay, maybe leaning in to kiss his roommate might be pushing himself on Logan to the logical bystander, but in the moment it just felt right.

To Wade's surprise, Logan's the first to move.

His lips start molding into Wade's. There's pressure, a little pushing, chapped skin and the remnants of tobacco on his breath when his lips part and his tongue pokes ever-so-slightly through. Wade pushes back, hoping his breath isn't as abhorrently delicious as leftover cigar. He tilts his head, nose poking into Logan's cheek as his does Wade's, and lets his tongue explore a little more. Logan allows him in, meeting him at the tip and hungrily welcoming him. Breaths turn heavy, panting, while hands begin to roam, more comfortable now that they've crossed the line into 'spit swapping' territory.

Wade drinks him in. Greedily swallows the choked-back groans Logan keeps holding in his throat that come out as muted mewls. Fingernails wantonly dig into one another and leave temporary marks that disappear under rapid replacement cells.

It feels like forever when Wade finally comes up for air, unable to focus with the growing hardness digging into his thigh.

"I–fuckin' shit– I think I have an idea." Wade pants like a dog in heat– and fuck, he might as well be at this point. Logan pulls back with lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips.

"'s that?" He's hesitant. Hands tense slightly over Wade's back, his whole body stiffens.

"Do you– do you trust me?"

Wade holds his breath.

Logan only nods. Adam's apple bobbing, lips part in anticipation and curiosity.

Wade strokes Logan's cheek in reassurance, shoots him a wink before shimmying down his body to the other end of the couch, keeping Logan's legs in between his thighs. Fingers hook around Logan's boxers, in turn causing Logan to jolt up immediately. A set of claws unsheathe an inch away from Wade's throat.

"Th'fuck are you doin'?"

Wade only smiles, taking a hand away and kissing the tip of the middle claw, gently pushing it back into Logan's fist and coaxing him to lay back down. What he's about to do would be easier with an in-tact esophagus.

"Relax, Peanut," Wade coos, "'m not gonna hurtcha."

Logan stares at Wade. Eyes pinch, still suspicious.

"…Promise?"

A sharp pang ripples through Wade's heart.

"Promise."

Logan hesitates, relaxes, gives another go-ahead. Wade's fingers curl once again around the waistband of his boxers and slowly, but surely, pull them down and off him. He can't help the immediate salivatory reflex upon seeing Logan in all his glory; the deep V lights up like a fucking Vegas sign pointing straight to the jackpot.

Logan's big– like, big big. Biggest Wade's ever seen (and Wade's seen a LOT.) An automatic response, Wade's asshole clenches, mistakenly preparing to take Logan. Wade forces himself to relax– that's not happening tonight. He promised Logan he'd go slow, no surprises, no whipped cream or leather cuffs.

Not yet, at least.

His own cock weeps happy tears through his briefs. He cannot believe how perfect– how beautiful– how fucking huge Logan is.

"What're you gonna do?" Logan whispers, hesitant eyes hooking on Wade and every little movement he makes.

"If it's alright with you, 1972 Burt Reynolds, 'm gonna suck every ounce of tension out of your perfect, hairy body and make you feel the best you've felt in a looong time."

Logan scoffs a laugh, brow furrowing as he shakes his head slightly. "Don't know who–"

Wade shushes him. "Don't worry, baby girl. I'll be your Sally Field."

Wade smirks at Logan's confusion and mentally makes a note to his future-self to show Logan the glory that is Smokey and the Bandit.

A gentle hand steadies the base of Logan's cock while another slowly wraps around his stiffness, standing at attention and beginning to cry, begging for Wade's touch. Heavy breathing and bitten-back grunts fill Wade's ears. It's a heavenly symphony he's lucky enough to have a front and center seat for. Free ticket, too.

"Ngh– Red, whatever you're gonna do– ah–!"

Wade presses his lips to the base, bush of hair tickling his nose and lips while he kisses his way up to the head, tongue poking out to lap up the precum. Before siccing his lips around Logan, Wade looks up once more, mostly searching for permission to help him feel pleasure for once instead of pain.

Logan reads Wade's mind and sends a small nod in response.

With a shit-eating smirk, Wade welcomes Logan into his mouth, flattening his tongue and curving his lips over his teeth so as not to scratch the sensitive, velvety skin. Drool spills out the corners of Wade's mouth and swallows a gag when Logan jams into the back of his throat, digging into his uvula. Squeezing the base and cupping the balls, Wade begins to bob his head to the rhythm of Logan's mess of 'fuck's, 'shit's, and–

"Mmm–Oh–oh, my god," Logan moans. A calloused hand runs over Wade's bald head, scars and grafts rippling under his touch while another hand grips tightly onto the side of the couch. Wade slurps up every drop of precum, relishing in the sweet musk of Logan's scent, head bobbing and tongue swirling in tandem. Logan's hips buck up into Wade, fucking his throat without meaning to. No amount of lozenges or peppermint tea will be able to cure the sore throat Wade knows he'll have come morning.

"F–fuck, Wade, baby– shit– that feels so–!"

Another lengthy dive down onto Logan hits the very back of Wade's throat, pulling a long, strenuous 'fuck' from the deepest part of Logan. He bucks harder into Wade who stalls, choking on Logan's cock while his own strains against his briefs. Another swipe of tongue, another gag and seeping drool, and Logan is officially done for.

"F–fuck! Motherfucker! Oh my, god, Wade–!"

Curses and chants and shaky breaths fill the living room as Logan spills into Wade with an 'O' on his lips and a hand on the back of Wade's head. There's a sharp shngk and a sting at the tip of Wade's ear as red warmth drips down onto Logan's thigh; his claws unsheathe into the couch this time, not Wade, who slurps and sucks every last drop of mutant cum from Logan's softening cock like it's the Fountain of fucking Eden.

He comes up for air, finally, lungs gasping against a swollen, fucked throat. He sits back panting on his thighs and Logan's legs underneath, a mix of cum and drool and the slightest bit of blood running down his cheeks and neck. Wiping away the mess with the back of a hand, blurry vision focuses back into reality and onto his roommate.

His roommate. Logan. Wolverine. Who's dick he just sucked the ever-living hell out of.

Well this is awkward.

Wade swallows, offers a crooked half-smile to the man who he just sucked, fucked, and milked dry.

"How 'bout them Yankees?"

Logan barks a laugh. A real, genuine laugh, one with teeth and spread lips and legitimate amusement. Wade preens.

"That was–" Logan wipes beads of sweat off his brow, "Fuck it. That was fuckin' amazing, Wade." He stuffs a hand behind his head, blinks a couple of times to recalibrate. "Didn't know that mouth did anything else 'sides talk."

Wade shrugs cutesily. "It impresses me sometimes, too. Helps when I have a willing participant. Just hope you signed the paperwork."

Logan shakes his head. Arms reach up to grab onto Wade, pulling an ear to Logan's lips.

"Now how 'bout we take care of you next, baby? Hm?"

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Morning sun and a weight on his chests wakes Logan from probably the most peaceful sleep he's had in… well, ever, honestly.

There's a wetness and mix of smells wafting into his nostrils that make him stir next; combination of what feels like a tongue on his cheek making way towards his lips, dog breath, and the sweet smell of something cooking in the kitchen. Eyes fly open when a whine vibrates on his chest, finding himself greeted by Dogpool wagging her rat-tail with eyes bugging out of her little head.

"Gah– get off me, mutt," Logan scolds, sitting up and gently shoving Dogpool onto the couch cushion next to him. He runs a hand over his face and into his hair, the crick in his neck a little less noticeable this morning.

"Gooooood morning, sunshine!"

Logan looks up with tired eyes still adjusting to the morning light to find Wade in his robe covered in flour with a mixing bowl cradled in his arm as he stirs. Last night comes screeching back to Logan as soon as he locks eyes with his roommate, mouth going dry and dick twitching in his boxers.

Wade only smiles, not at all hiding his obvious glance at Logan's crotch. "You want chocolate chips or blueberries in yours?"

Logan shakes his head. "In my what?"

"Pancakes, Peanut. In your pancakes."

"Oh. Yeah." Logan blinks, then scoffs a laugh to himself. "Yeah, Mouth. I'd, ah– blueberries. I'd like blueberries."

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 years ago

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hi moonie! ❤ i've been waiting for requests to open again and i'm finally going to request something now 😌

how about yandere nagito, kokichi, kazuichi and rantaro with a darling who's super distant and closed off from others but only comfortable with them, only laughing and smiling when they are near them?

i'm looking forward to requesting more and i hope you're having a lovely day 🍀 love you! <3

Distant darling is only open with them

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Nagito, Kazuichi, Kokichi, Rantaro ]

[ Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair ] [ Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support this kind of behavior in real life, I just write it for fun!

I'm really excited too V-chan!! I'm having a pretty good day but now that i had your request is way better!! ^^

Thanks for requesting such an amazing prompt with amazing characters!! I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you like it too!! ❤️❤️

Nagito Komaeda

Even since the moment Nagito met his darling he knew it was a person filled with hope, a person with a bright potential and a future filled with hope, his admiration quickly grows as an obsession as he has the opportunity to see you more, an obsession that only grows more and more with each passing day

For Nagito it doesn't matter if you let him be in your live or doesn't even aknowledge his existance, for him is more than a blessing being able to be near you, and he wouldn't blame you if you don't want anything to do with trash like him

Nagito didn't mean to be pushy to enter in your life, but since he can't be away from you for too long and that need of being around you only grows with his obsession it was obvious that at one point you two will end up meeting. He expected for you to hate him for even daring to be around you but if you don't mind him being near you or even accept him he is shocked for it, and yet he will not dare to doubt you and just accept it

Once you let him enter in your life there is no way to get away from him, Nagito had swear to himself (and even to you) to be always with you and do whatever is needed to help you bright in an inmense and infinite hope and for that he become really clingy and dependent of you, doing whatever you ask him and accept whatever you say to him with a smile

Nagito just get used to you being cold and distant towards him, he doesn't expect nor think he deserve something else, won't even dare to ask for more, so when you start to open up more to him, even if is just a little he is incredibly surprised and even brush it off as if it was his imagination at first, but as you start to grow more and more comfortable around him there is no way for him to deny it

Nagito will probably try to deny it for as long as posible because he doesn't feel like he deserve it but it start to become more obvious in diferent ways, you had started to talk more, you start to express more of yourself and even smile, sometimes he is lucky enough to heard you laugh, and if he pay enough attention he can see your body language directed towards him, it was obvious that you started to feel free to open up to him

Nagito noticed your change but is too scare to accept it, so it isn't going to happen until someone else point it out (and even so it would take him a while, unless is you), and when he does finally accept that he is the one with who you feel the most comfortable he swears to himself that protect that feeling and never disappoint you

Your smile becomes his reason to continue living, and being the only one you allow to see it give him a boost of confidence, sudendly he feels special and important (but never more than you). Nagito even become more intense in every way posible, wanting nothing more to be with you and be able to make you happy, now he is even more eager to do everything in his power to make you happy and just fullfil your wishes, to help you reach the greatest hope

Also, Nagito never dare to question you anything he just accept you the way you are, so he never really pry into the details of the reason of your distrust and distant attitude towards others (he may actually wondered why but always brush it off as saying that is none of his business), he won't ask you even when you finally open up to him but if he get to know that is someone's fault because they had hurted you in the past it would be more probably that he will take things into matter because he hates the idea of you suffering, and he does it with the excuse that is because that bastard made you feel despair

Kazuichi Soda

It doesn't take him much time before falling in love with you, Kazuichi is the type that could fall in love at first sight, and when he does he does it hard, and just as quickly it is for him to fall in love it is to grow obsesive over you, in no time you had become the only thing that wander around Kazuichi's mind (not that he is complaining)

Kazuichi is delusional, he sees you as the peak of perfection and beauty, everyone most know and admire your beauty (but he doesn't concentrate on doing other admire you, he is more focused on admiring you himself and trying to give you everything you deserve), as well he doesn't even ask you or tries to win your trust before hand, he just came into your life and isn't planning to go away, one day he just came and talk to you as if you two already know each other from all your life (but with a little too much respect, maybe even as if you were royalty)

Although, even when he sees you as perfection itself he is unable to think that you don't like him, that posibility will break him completely so his mind doesn't even think on that, instead, when you act distant towards him he just doesn't believe it, it would take him a while to catch the idea of you not being comfortable or not wanting to share much with him, and when he does he is blaming himself for it, thinking that is probably his fault and he has to make it up for you

And just like that Kazuichi tries from all the ways he can think on to make you forgive him and to get in your good side again, he does everything he can for you, shower you with all kind of compliments and praises, trying to protect you from any kind of threaten (or at least, to anything that he sees as a threaten), Kazuichi is actually pretty open with his obsesion because he doesn't see anything bad in it, in his eyes everything is what you deserve and out of love

It will take him a while to notice that you had become more open and comfortable with him, and won't really notice it until it become more obvious, he doesn't get the little hints and just keeps trying to make it up for you, but when he finally does he couldn't be happier that you finally seem to be accepting him

When he finally sees your smile for him you had grow now even more beautiful! his praises and obsession only increase, from that day he just gets more determinanted to serve you and make you smile, it would take him a while to notice that you only feel comfortable to show yourself with him but if he does it only give him a boost on his ego and selfconfidece, someone so perfect like you shows him their perfect smile! obviousle he will feel honored! sudenly he feels incredibly special for being the only one allowed to see the smile of someone so special and perfect

Speaking of, he may don't brag about it with other but he will not shut up with his compliments and praises. As well, he is already pretty jealous but if he sees you smiling towards anyone else he wil be increadibly jealous, he thought he was special! he will never take it against you but it isn't probably that the other person will be safe (at least to his deadly glares and threatens)

Kazuichi doesn't pry for deep details, he asks more for superficial detais, personal details only when it comes to your likings and so on, so is probably that he won't exactly nor wonder why do you act the way you act, it is up to you if you decide to tell him or not, but if he ever get to know if is someone else fault that you don't feel comfortable being yourself he will be completely offended for what happened to you (like if it had happened to him), is more likely that he won't search revenge for you but it trigger his protectiveness, from that day he is keeping a close eye to anyone who dares even aproach to you, he had swear that no one will hurt you again in any way

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi isn't the type who falls in love imediatly, for him is a slowly process, it started by a simple interested, your distant personality catches his eye and immediatly atracted to him but as the time pass that interest slowly and careful grows more and more, it reachs the point where he was so curious about you that wanted to know everything he can of you without noticing, becomes an obsession without him able to stop it

Kokichi is really smart and doesn't do anything without a plan, so even if he approach to you casually he has already a plan to get to know all your secrets, while in the outside he is just being goofy and childish in the inside he is getting all the information he can of you by all the means he needs

For Kokichi all of this was a simple game, he was just playing around with you, he planned to make you the victim of his silly jokes until he can get a reaction of you, however Kokichi didn't know (or at least he didn't want to accept it) but this was a game he was losing, the more time he pass with you and the more he gets to know about you his love and obsession done nothing but grow more and more, he thought he was the one in control when in reality he was already down bad for you, but he will not dare to admit it because he didn't want to feel that vulnerable

Once Kokichi knows everything he can of you the new part of his plan started, make you laugh. Kokichi wanted nothing more than have some fun, do some silly jokes and be consider funny by the ones he cares, even when he is terrible with expressing his true feelings, and since the day you catches his interest Kokichi had cling onto you and doesn't plan to let you go you become the one he wants to make smile the most

Kokichi is incredibly smart and is always paying too much attention to you, so he notice when you start to feel more comfortable right away, even if is only a little and there are only small hints of it that is more than enough for him to feel like he is starting to win the game, and to make him feel a boost of confidence on himself and his plan

When he finally manage to get a smile, or even better, a laugh from you is the point of not return, even if is something that lasted one second it was more than enough for Kokichi to fall in love all over again with you, that moment is what make Kokichi realize how beautiful you are, how much he loves you and how much he wish to see that beautiful smile again

Kokichi doesn't want to admit it, not even to himself (even when he has it clear) but he is quite dependent of his darling, he can say all he wants that he doesn't care for you and he does whatever he wants but in reality your opinion is what matters the most for him and he is desperate for you to love him the way he is, so when you finally smile for him, and only him, he becomes even more dependent, he becomes dependent of your smile and it becomes his purpose in live to continue making you smiling

It may wouldn't be so intense if it wasn't because of your distant personality, now that you allow him to be the only one you are able to express yourself freely and truly smile he is not willing to lose it, he is going to make everything in his power for you to never lose that smile and for you to smile for him and only for him. That honor of being the only one you smile at makes him even more possessive, it makes him feel special and it makes him want to be the only one to enjoy that pleasure

Kokichi already knows everything about you, so he already knows, or at least have an idea of what happened to you to become so distant from others, and if there is someone to blame for it he will make them pay without a doubt, they deserve it for trying to erase your beautiful smile

Amami Rantaro

It doesn't happen imediatly, it takes some time for him to happen, he falls in love first and then his obsession grows slowly but stronge, and even when he notice those growing intense feelings inside of him he just accept them because are feelings that grow out of love

It isn't difficult for Rantaro to enter in your life once he gets interested on you, even when he can be pretty misterious he is really charming and attentive, he appear to be trust worthy, he even openly accept if you don't trust him yet or aren't comfortable around him right away, or at least that what he says because inside is something that bothers him but stay calm reminding himself that is just matter of time, he will let you know that he isn't a threaten and you can trust him

Rantaro will be kindly pushing you to accept him, he understand that you prefer to be are distant to everyone and even wary but he isn't planing to let you go, so he just insist too much, but he do it so kindly and gentle that can go unnoticed or don't bother you at all

As the time pass Rantaro grows more clingy as his obsession grows, he just loves you so much that can't stay away from you and even when he isn't physicaly near you somehow he always knows where you are and what are you doing. He excuses himself by saying that he just want you to be safe, he had already lost all his sisters and despite everything he have done to trying to find them he haven't even find a trace of them and that lead him to be terrified by the thought of the same happening to you, he doesn't know what he will do if you ever go missing so he prefers to watch you closely to asure that you won't just disappear one day

Even when his unhealthy and obsessive behavior can be pretty obvious at times he always manage to cover up as being worried of you or even accidents, he is so good at covering up and finding convincing excuses that it is scary

Rantaro is a really observant and perseptive person, he is smart enough to notice when you start to feel more comfortable around him, even if there are just little hints like you getting a little more closer to him or starting to express a little more he notice it right away, and it makes his heart melt, Rantaro was used to your distant attitude and even when this was something he expected and wanted is still flattering, it gave him even more motivation to continue

Once you open up to him completely there is no way to stop Rantaro, he just feel like he is special for you, maybe as special you are to him, it make him think that you had fully accept him in your life and that would lead him to be more possessive and protective over you, he just had find out how beautiful your smile is and he isn't planning to lose it, besides he is really mature and is used to take care all of his sisters, he knows what it is the best for you and wants nothing more that see you smile

He wants to spend every second of the day by your side only to be able to discover all your other beautiful expressions, but, as much as he loves that you finally feel comfortable to express yourself with him Rantaro wants to be the only one with the privilege to see that beautiful sight, he had grow a little bit depend on you so if he even see you starting to express mor with another person, even if is a little Rantaro will feel threaten, and if he is trigger enough he will do something about it (not against you, never against you)

Rantaro had tried to find out the reason of why you are so distant to others, and won't be calm until he finds out, one way or another (without hurting you, of course) and if there is someone to blame Rantaro will hate them with his life, he won't do anything against them (unless that person hurt you badly), but if they cross his path or dare to even look at you again he probably won't be able to hold himself back

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nausicaamusiclover20 · 8 months ago

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I was binge reading your latest stories (how are you so amazingly talented and you post so often ❤️❤️❤️❤️) and saw that you don’t mind writing for GnR?? Can I ask for Slash story; you know how he openly says he likes big 🍒? So maybe his GF thinks that’s the only reason he dates her is because of her body? Cause he openly flaunts in interviews that she’s “super hot” but never says how she tries to help him with his addictions?? Circa illusions tour??

Thank you, I hope you like it❤

More than a hot body

The roar of the crowd was still ringing in my ears as I sat backstage, guitar in hand, waiting for the adrenaline to wear off. The stage lights had been blinding, the cheers deafening, but despite all the noise, all the excitement, something felt off tonight. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach—this unsettling emptiness that had been following me around for days.

I had just finished an interview where I’d been gushing about how hot Y/N was, how lucky I was to have her. It was a usual line, a familiar routine for me, but tonight it hit differently. I kept thinking about her, and not in the way I usually did. I was used to her being my rock—my constant—but now, I wasn’t sure if she felt like she was really seen by me.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the feeling of unease. Something wasn’t right, and I knew I had to fix it—before it was too late.

When I walked into our dressing room, the space was charged with an energy I couldn’t quite place. Y/N was sitting on the couch, her back to me, her posture slumped slightly, almost like she was carrying a weight. She looked up when I entered, but her eyes didn’t meet mine. Instead, she gave me a small, tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

I could feel the tension in the air the moment I stepped inside. "Y/N," I started, my voice rough from the show. "We need to talk."

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stood up slowly, almost like she was gathering her thoughts, or maybe trying to avoid saying what she needed to say. When she finally turned to face me, there was a guarded look in her eyes. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest. I could feel the walls between us growing higher, but I had no idea how to bring them down.

"What’s going on?" I asked softly, a knot forming in my stomach.

She let out a long breath, looking away briefly before meeting my gaze again. "I don’t know. I just…" She hesitated, clearly struggling to find the right words. "I feel like you don’t see me anymore, Slash."

I felt my chest tighten. My mind raced— "What do you mean?"

"I mean, all you ever talk about is how ‘hot’ I am," she said, her voice quieter than usual, almost like she was afraid of what she was saying. "How lucky you are because I’m beautiful. But you never talk about the other parts of me. The parts that actually matter. It feels like you only care about how I look next to you, not who I am underneath all of that."

Her words hit me harder than I expected. The air felt like it was being sucked out of the room, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure how to respond. I had always talked about her looks in interviews, praised her beauty endlessly, but now I realized how much I had neglected the deeper parts of our relationship. How had I let it get this far?

"Y/N," I began, my voice low and sincere. "That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry if it came across that way." I walked toward her, but she stepped back a little, her arms still crossed, her posture defensive. "I love you, all of you. Not just your body. You mean so much more to me than just how you look."

She shook her head, her lips trembling slightly. "But that’s not what you say. That’s not what I hear when you’re talking to reporters or in interviews. You talk about how ‘hot’ I am, and how ‘lucky’ you are to be with someone so beautiful. And I get it, I really do. But I’m more than that, Slash."

I could feel the weight of her words sinking in. I’d been so wrapped up in the rush of everything—the fame, the interviews, the shows—that I hadn’t been paying attention to what was really important. *Her*. The person who had been there for me through everything, helping me through the addiction, the struggles, the chaos of my life. I had failed to show her how much I valued her for *who she was*, not just how she looked beside me.

She continued, her voice now trembling with emotion. "Do you remember, Slash? When I was there for you when you were at your lowest? When you couldn’t find a way out of your own head, and I was the one who stayed with you, picked you up? When you were struggling with addiction, and I was there, helping you get through the hard days? I was there, Slash, and I didn’t walk away, no matter how dark things got."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I knew, deep down, she was right. She had been my anchor through some of the hardest times in my life, when I couldn’t see a way forward. She had stayed, despite everything, despite the demons I couldn’t shake. And here I was, only giving her part of me—praising her beauty, but not acknowledging the depth of her soul, her strength.

I stepped closer, my heart pounding. "I never meant to make you feel that way. You’ve been everything to me, Y/N. More than I could ever put into words. I’m sorry I’ve failed to show you how much you mean to me, how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me. I know I’ve been an idiot, and I hate that I’ve hurt you."

She took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just need to know you see me, Slash. I need to know that I’m not just a pretty face on your arm, that you love me for everything I am, for the person I’ve been to you. Because sometimes, when I hear you talk about me like that, it makes me feel like you don’t love me for who I am. It feels like you only see the surface."

I could feel my chest tighten with guilt. How could I have been so blind "I see you," I whispered, reaching for her hand. She hesitated for a moment but then let me take it, her fingers trembling slightly in mine. "I see everything about you. Your heart. Your soul. The way you helped me through everything. You’ve been there for me in ways no one else has, and I should’ve shown you that. I should’ve let the world know how much I appreciate you, not just talk about how lucky I am to have you next to me."

She swallowed hard, her eyes searching mine. "I just need to feel like I matter for who I am, Slash. Not just for how I look, or how I fit into this image that’s out there. I’ve helped you get through the hardest parts of your life, but I need to know that I matter, that you see me as more than just someone who looks good next to you."

I gently cupped her face in my hands, my voice thick with emotion. "I will never make that mistake again. You are everything to me, Y/N. Not because of your looks, not because of anything surface-level. You’ve been my light when I was lost, my strength when I was weak. You’ve saved me in ways I can’t even explain. And I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you that, proving to you that I love you for the person you are—all of you."

There was a long pause between us, the weight of everything hanging in the air. And then, slowly, her face softened, the walls between us starting to crumble. She let out a small sigh, and I saw the tears that had been threatening to fall finally slip down her cheeks. "Okay," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I’ll give you a chance. But I need you to prove it to me. Every day."

I nodded, my chest tightening with both relief and gratitude. "I will. I swear to you, every single day. I’ll show you that I see you, that I love you for who you are inside."

She wiped her tears away, offering me a small, tentative smile. "You better, Slash. You better."

And then, without thinking twice, I leaned in and kissed her. This time, it wasn’t the quick kiss I often gave her—it was slow, meaningful, full of the apology, the promise, and the love I had failed to express before. I wasn’t just kissing her because she was beautiful; I was kissing her because she was everything to me.

When we finally pulled apart, we stayed close, foreheads resting against each other. There was still a lot to work through, but in that moment, I knew that we could. Together.

#guns n roses #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses one shot #slash gnr #slash x reader #slash fluff #slash x you

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okay-j-hannah · 10 months ago

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I'm in love with your Stiles fanfic😭, thank you very much for that gem❤️

You're so welcome ❤ Thank you for reaching out! I am also in love with the Stiles series. There's something so satisfying about creating a series that's been brewing in my mind for months.

As I write it usually turns into something more and I surprise myself with the direction it takes. It's been a pleasure, thank you for reading!

Part 1: Her Broken Heart

Part 2: A Lacrosse Boyfriend

Part 3: Blue Handprints

Part 4: Ollie's Catnip

Part 5: Mieczyslaw

Part 6: Orange Cream and Peachy Sugar

Part 7: The Summer Filter

Part 8: The Favor

#okayjhannah #hannahbeartalks #fandomfantasia #okayjhannah answer #anon ask okay j hannah #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #teen wolf stiles

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blood-generation · 7 months ago

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Hello, my dear friend 💚

Could you help me please 🥺??

I apologize for reaching out like this 😔, but I’m urgently in need of help to survive these difficult times due to the GazaWar💔. Any small donation could be a lifeline for me.

If you can’t donate, please consider rebloging my pinned post. My full story is here:

https://gofund.me/0dd287db

Thank you for any support you can provide. ❤️

Vetted by @gazavetters

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berrystrawbs · 11 months ago

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🚨 FUNDRAISER MASTERLIST 🚨

not currently being updated -- still accepting/replying to asks, but they won't be added to this list. percentages will not change.

list updated: 23/07/24, 19:28 EST / percentages updated: 23/07/24, 19:28 EST

all from my asks | if you have information that i've missed (goal/vetting/scam updates, etc) use my askbox or dms | organized by order received

🍉 please continue to donate, reblog, and share! 🍉

@mohammed-atallah | donate (gfm) | vetted by 90-ghost

€5,229 raised of €82,000 goal (6.4%)

"🛑 don't scroll ‼️Hi, I hope you are well. My name is Mohammed Atallah, I live with my parents, six sisters, a little girl named Malak and a little boy named Ameer in North Gaza. I created this link to fund a bone graft in my left hand which was shot by an explosive bullet, to rebuild our destroyed home and to evacuate my family from Gaza to a safe place.And donate any amount to safe life .. I will appreciate your help❤️ Can you please help as much as you can . Press all buttons on my wall , I beg you to visit my page, view it, and donate via the link in the bio💔The campaign has been documented @/90-ghost Donate and share widely 🆘🆘 Every euros will make a difference 🙏"

@emanzaqout | donate (gfm) | vetted by 90-ghost

$6,731 CAD raised of $40,000 goal (17%)

"I know for sure that you can't help all families from Gaza that want to be evacuated from here but at least you can help those who come across your life. You have no idea how mentally and emotionally tiring this is. Asking for help is not easy. But when thinking that the price is my family's life and getting out of here safely, it just pushes me more and more to do this until i reach my goal, be able to attend my university abroad and achieve my doctoral degree dream after awarding prestigious PhD fellowship. Please donate and share to support us standing at this hard time."

@wafaaresh | donate (gfm) | vetted by ana-bananya

€3,903 raised of €100,000 goal (3.9%)

"Heloo Im wafaa from Gaza ..i need your help if you can Please donate to save my life and my family 🍉🇵🇸 Asking for help is not easy, I ask for a small donation of only 20€ from each person, 20€ will save my family from death in Gaza 💔 Donate through the link in bio (gofundme) Together, we can achieve our goal within a day and provide crucial support to me and my family in Gaza. Your contribution means everything to us and in these difficult times your kindness is our greatest hope. We are very grateful for any assistance you can provide and thank you for your kindness and generosity in our time of need"

@aymanayyad82 | donate (gfm) | vetted by nabulsi

$27,885 raised of $35,000 goal (80%)

"Hello dear friends ! ❤🤍💚🖤🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 All positive words can't show how generous you are, especially on the side of sharing my posts to let other donors know about the people of Gaza who are still suffering the horrible circumstances resulting from the injust war on Gaza! 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸❤🤍💚🖤 Thank you from the deepest bottom of my heart for the support you are showing to help Palestinian families stay safe and alive.🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 Despite the various colours of sufferings and tortures we are undergoing at the moment, your brave stances and support greatly ease and relieve us . Your loud voices and your heroic acts make a great difference to our Palestinian cause. 🖤💚🤍❤🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 We are fundraising such donations to have the least basic needs of life and to help find safety and peace for the little kids who don't deserve to lead such horrific situations. Thanks to your contribution, my family is on its halfway to reach the goal. All forms of your help make a difference to free the people who have been struggling and paying much for almost 300 hard days. ✌✌✌🖤💚🤍❤🇵🇸🇵🇸 Please keep supporting the fairest cause of the world either by directly donating or sharing the link to let others know. Don't hesitate to help people in tough and dire times till the black days end. https://gofund.me/4eee3d76" NOTE: nabulsi's post vetting this fundraiser tags @/aymanayyad81, which has since been terminated. explanation: "Hello my friend ! Sorry for interrupting but I want to let you know I changed my blog into aymanayyad82 instead of aymanayyad81 because it has been unfairly terminated. Such unjust action affects my campaign badly whole I am in bad need to have a larger audience. Thank you so much for your brave stand with the people of Gaza." (via an ask from their reblogs)

@alhabil | donate (gfm) | vetted by 90-ghost , el-shab-hussein

€15,316 raised of €50,000 goal (31%)

"Hello My Freind 🌹 I want your support My house was destroyed and I am currently living in a tent with my children 😞 My Mom and Dad who suffer from chronic diseases, They need urgent medical care and medications that are not available 💔 Please help my family by donating or reblog my campaign is going very slowly 🙏🍉 ."

@tameraldeeb | donate (gfm) | vetted by 90-ghost , nabulsi , ibtisams , el-shab-hussein , fairuzfan

€22,213 raised of €40,000 goal (56%)

"Hello there, 👋 I am Tamer Aldeeb, a dentist from Gaza. We have suffered greatly from fear, displacement, and the destruction of our home and my clinic, and everything we literally own... We want to save ourselves from what seems like an inevitable death. I hope you can take a look at our campaign on the pinned post on my profile ,and help us by donating or sharing our campaign to reach the largest number of supporters.🌹🌹 Our campaign is verified by @/90-ghost , @/ibtisams , @/el-shab-hussein , @/nabulsi and @/fairuzfan 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸 Thanks a lot in advance ❤️❤️❤️"

@islamgazaaccount2 | donate (gfm) | vetted by 90-ghost and riding-with-the-wild-hunt

€420 raised of €30,000 goal (1.4%)

"Hello there 👋 Islam, a 27-year-old from Gaza, is currently sleeping on the streets without any form of shelter or safety for himself and his family. Their home was demolished by a bombing from the Israeli occupation. While shelter is crucial, they also urgently need food and water. All of their necessities were taken away. Islam tried sharing a donation link, but with limited followers, it wasn't reaching enough people. Thankfully, he created a GoFundMe account, making it easier for those who want to help. Please consider sharing Islam's story and donating to his GoFundMe. Even a small contribution can make a big difference in their time of need. 🙏❤️ https://gofund.me/08ed0b8c This fundraiser is on the following list of vetted ones and has been verified by @/90-ghost and @/riding-with-the-wild-hunt"

@ahmed4palestine | donate (gfm) | vetted by 90-ghost

$12,140 raised of $20,000 goal (61%)

"Hello, I am Ahmed. The war destroyed my life. Can you help me? I need 3 things from you: Share, repost, and donate if you are able to donate. Thank you for listening to me My post link 👇💕 https://www.tumblr.com/ahmed4palestine/756439898525974528/urgent My GFM link 👇🔗 https://gofund.me/1d8bb3df" NOTE: his fundraiser was vetted under his previous account (ahmedtaban22), which has now been terminated. the gfm is the same.

@save-hijazi-family | donate (gfm) | vetted by 90-ghost

€3,484 raised of €20,000 goal (17%)

"URGENT CALL FOR HELP 🍉🚨🚨🚨 Hi everyone I'm Mohammed Hijazi from Gaza 🍉 and I'm displaced from home with my sick father and with my family. I'm verified by 90ghost and northgazaupdate My father needs an urgent surgery and urgent help. And we live in a very hard life conditions in a tent. Please 🥺 stand with us and support us as much as you can Donate 🙏 🙏 Share , reblog my pined post, Do as much as you can to save our life. My family Depends on you 😞🙏" NOTE: mohammed's fundraiser was vetted under the account @/savemohammedfamily. i'm unsure why the accounts are different, but the gfm links direct to the same fundraiser.

@684599 | donate (gfm) | verified by 90-ghost

€975 raised of €100,000 goal (0.9%)

"welcome everybody I am Muhammad Imad Abdel Latif Sharab First, after an aggressive war on Gaza City and its revival, we were displaced from our 3-storey house in which I and my family of 3 members live. My father's family consists of 8 members My grandfather, may God have mercy on him, was martyred by occupation aircraft on 12/14/2023. The one who was martyred while he was leaving the house to check on our house next to him, which could not be reached due to a brutal enemy who does not differentiate between anyone in death, went out to check on our house, which we were not in because of my displacement to Rafah, me, my father, and our families due to the intensity of the fighting in Khan Yunis, and after that A few days ago, our store in which my father and brothers work was bombed by occupation aircraft. He was working to gather his strength from it and meet the needs of our house, which no longer exists due to the bombing. We ask you to help and contribute, even if just a little, by donating to us so that we can compensate for a little of what we lost. Many thanks to you 😢 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 If you do not understand the words well, because I am not very good at English, but I ask you to help me with money so that I can compensate for even a little of what I lost, and I am very grateful to you, my dears😢🥺😢🥺😢🥺🥺😢" NOTE: this fundraiser has been verified by 90-ghost but not yet vetted.

@siiraj2024 | donate (gfm) | vetted by nabulsi

$10,856 CAD raised of $82,000 goal (13%)

"My dear friend, Welcome, I hope you are well *Subject/Invitation to support me in rebuilding the house* When the hope of returning home evaporates, and you become displaced and homeless without housing, for an open period, you feel that all your energy has been exhausted, and terrifying nightmares begin to dominate your mind. I worked long hours and borrowed a lot to complete the house, and I am not happy with it yet. Now all I have is the tent, in which I will stay until an unknown date. My children are living in a state of despair and loss, and how difficult it is to stand in front of them when you are unable to provide them with food, drink, and housing. My goal now is to rebuild the house, and I am very far from the goal that is a dream for us, so how difficult it is to become homeless indefinitely. You can help in the following ways: 1. Provide support and share the last 5 posts on my page. 2. Writing a post about my campaign. 3. Send the campaign link to your friends and family via mail or other social networking sites. 4. Post the question on your page as it is. The campaign is documented by Nabulsi✅ Accept my greetings🌹 Note: Please contact me via messages if necessary https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-sirajs-family-in-rebuilding-their-home"

@momen-alostaz | donate (gfm) | vetted by el-shab-hussein (#125)

€14,408 raised of €70,000 goal (21%)

"momen alostaz, my old account (@/momenalostaz) has been blocked because I am from the Gaza Strip. I hope that this post will spread to the largest number of friends and that the new account will be published to you, with many thanks and gratitude." (from a different ask)

@abdelmutei | donate (gfm) | vetted by 90-ghost

€1,152 raised of €50,000 goal (2.3%)

"Hello, I am Abdel Muti, I am 27 years old. I live in Palestine, Gaza, and I am displaced in southern Gaza. I am married. My wife is 23 years old, and my daughter, Juri, is 2 years old. We are displaced in southern Gaza, and our situation is very, very difficult, and we wish death from the few, because there is nothing for the necessities of life, especially hygiene, and the spread of dangerous diseases, and I am afraid. To my family, and I hope you will help us collect donations so that we can go out of Gazahttps://gofund.me/f285fe86"

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