#but that's not going to stop me from drawing a little menace anyway

[asterlizard]

Baby Tetsutetsu

[ohimsummer]

IT'S TOO COLD ft. BULLY! SUGURU

— minors dni, anal, closet sex, bully! suguru x fem! reader, dubcon, fingering (anal), creampie, fem! reader, begging, pet names (puppy, darling), ending is a little rushed :'DD

An icy breeze creeps through the cracks of your clothes, any inch of fabric careless enough not to shield you from cool winds. Your body lay way more unprotected than you were comfortable with, considering you were dressed for a brisk 70 degrees and not 15 degrees colder.

It’s appalling how the forecast could possibly be this inaccurate, but you’ve braved the weather so far, having no time to stop by your room for a jacket. Sure, the wind sent your little sundress fluttering and raised goosebumps on any bare patch of skin, but at least you weren’t late for any classes?

“You’re gonna catch a cold like that.”

At the sound of his voice, your feet fix themselves to the ground. You hadn’t even spotted him, too caught up in rushing to your final lecture and the comforting thought of a nice, warm nap after a day of classes.

You turn to watch Geto approach, clad in a dark sweater beneath a darker hooded coat, one he unzips as he draws nearer. He holds the garment out for you to take, amused at the doubt clouded over your expression.

“Come on, darling, you want my arm to get tired?,” he rushes you.

You cross arms over your chest, partially for warmth, partially in defiance, and unintentionally smushing your breasts up perfectly for Geto to get an eyeful, mumbling. “I don’t need your jacket.”

He raises a brow, eyes lingering on your shivering legs for less than innocent reasons, before flashing you his signature, calming grin. “Sure you don’t. Put it on, anyway.”

The subsequent pout of your bottom lip reminds him of Gojo. “But I d-“

“Now.” And you recognize the menacing look in his eyes, a forewarning to obey or else.

Without a word, you snatch the oversized jacket from him, slotting your arms through the spacious sleeves, and zipping it up to your chin. The length of it brushes your knees, and admittedly, you’re grateful for the extra coverage.

“There.,” as the collar of the jacket engulfs the lower half of your face. “Happy now?”

Geto pads even closer, chilly hands grazing your cheeks and ears to send a shiver up your spine, and pulls the hood over your head. He tugs at the strings to tighten it a little, brushing off complaints about your hair to make sure it fits snug.

“Perfect.,” he hums and pats the top of your head. “Though…”

A curious look plasters itself on your face as Geto tilts his head, gaze traveling from your head to toe, stopping again on the rest of your barren legs, and settling on your eyes. ‘C’mon’ he mutters with a hand around your wrist, essentially dragging you in the opposite direction.

“G-Geto!,” you quiet your protests to avoid judgmental stares. “I was g-, let go of me, I was going to class!”

He doesn’t break his gait, pulling you behind him to who-knows-where, your objections flowing straight over his head with the accompanying frigid gusts. Sounds of feet scuffing the ground as you fight against Geto’s steady strides, though to no avail as he slips you both into the campus’s art building. The halls are vacant, slightly less cold than outside, no noise except the loudening sound of drums and instruments as he guides you down a hall destined for trumpet players and the like.

You two arrive at an ordinary, brown door, a storage closet. Geto manhandles the knob, heaving it open with his shoulder against the wood, and gestures you inside. Glancing left and right and seeing no witnesses, you tiptoe inside, nerves worsening as Geto shuts the door behind you.

You mutter, “It’s dark in here.” And as if on cue, a dim, yellowish light fills the small room. Geto’s hand wraps around a dingy string tailing from a single lightbulb, before he walks forward to corner you against a tiny sink stuffed in the room.

“Wh-what are you–?,” croaks out, interrupted by him spinning you around to bend over the porcelain fixture.

“ ‘M warming you up.,” he replies, hands ducking beneath the jacket and your dress to glide up and down your thighs. “You felt pretty cold earlier, can’t let you walk around like that. I’ll help you out before sending you on your way.”

You crane your neck to look at him. Geto looks so much bigger cramped in this tiny janitor’s closet amidst forgotten cleaning supplies and gloomy concrete walls.

“Geto–“

“Suguru.,” he corrects.

You huff, brows furrowing at him, though his eyes are locked on the sight of your exposed panties from where he’s bundled both the jacket and your dress around your waist. “Suguru, I got a lecture to get to, and I’m running late–“

“Mhm.”

You clench at the sensation of something hard against your ass, rambling, “A–nd it’s important, we’re doing group–, group assignments–“

A loud ripping sound and your panties are gone, then the sound of spitting followed by a warm something dripping down the seam of your ass. “Tell me all about it, darling.”

Something prods at your puckered hole, and your lungs shrivel inside your ribcage. You choke out, “Su-Suguru, I really, really–,” a whine as his slick finger breaches your hole, “need to be in cla–ss!” He sinks knuckle-deep into the tight orifice, wriggling around before pumping a few shallow thrusts. Wetness builds between your legs, that knowing ache forming in your core as Geto stills the writhing of your hips with his other hand.

“Geto-!,” a corrective ‘smack’ that leaves a hot sting on your ass, yelping ‘oh!’ before you continue pleading. “Suguru, cut it out, I really can’t fail this class!”

“Of course you can’t.,” Geto says automatically, clearly not listening, too busy stuffing another finger in to prep your hole. His dick twitches as another glob of spit drops from his lips, soaking between his fingers as they stretch your little opening. He scissors them apart, earning a gasp from you, before retrieving them as Geto’s now decided you’re ready.

“Look at that, you feel warmer already.”, he laughs softly, hands tracing the expanse of your skin, trailing up your lower back to feel the new heat radiating off you.

Of course Geto’s right, his playtime with your hole has blossomed a scorching heat over your body, coated in a sheen of sweat, a blazing throb between your thighs. The mass of his chest weighs on your back, Geto’s hand moving over one of yours to lace your fingers together on the edge of the sink; wet sounds of him thrusting into his hand fill the room, and your asshole clenches when you feel something much larger breaching your inside.

“S-Suguru!,” you whine, clutching the smooth porcelain as his tip forces it’s way into your entrance. “O-oh fuck, wait!”

Geto ignores your pleas, already halfway in. Your neck tingles under the vibration of his groan, hot breath on your neck, and Geto makes himself at home amongst the tightness of your walls, you squeezing around his dick as he buries himself deeper. “Fuck. So tight, loosen up, darling.”

His leaking tip drags along your walls, and you both synchronize an unbroken moan when he finally bottoms out in you, flush against your ass. The fullness of it feels funny, but you don’t have time to dwell on it as Geto draws out, before slamming back inside and sending you careening forward. Choked whines echo amidst the small room, mingling with Geto’s low, animalistic grunts, and the occasional curse entwined with rasps of ‘feels so fucking good ’ and ‘god, you’re gonna snap my dick off’. He nibbles on your neck, sucks a dark bruise on the skin, a hand trailing down to balance your leg on the edge of the sink. You embed teeth into your fist, suddenly fearful of passerby overhearing your activities, though it in turn prompts Geto to force a deeper arch in your back, your ass rippling as he ruts into your behind.

Your needy pussy clenches around nothing, clit aching for some kind of stimulation but both of your hands are busy. “Suguru–! O-oh god, please!”

Geto tightens his grip, further entangling your fingers, leaning to press you down some more. “Please what? You want me to touch you?”

You nod with a whine, earning a hard thrust before mewling out, “Yes, yes!”

Geto hums in thought, lips brushing behind your shoulder, and pants ,” Well?” and when he notices the knit of your brows. “Start begging then.”

“But–“

“Ah, ah, I’m waiting.” And he presses a rough kiss to your cheek. The hand on your hip creeps ever closer to your core, tracing over the crease of your thighs but not daring to go any further. A babble of pleas fall off your tongue, tears threatening to slip down your cheeks as your pussy yearns for some kind of stimulation.

“I’m being such a good g-girl for you, Sugu, your good pup–py.”

Aw, aren’t you cute, pulling out the little nickname you’d angrily sworn at them to never use. ‘Why would I ever use that, I don’t even like you.’ Suguru licks up your jawline, smothering your neck in another layer of sloppy kisses. You pull your drool-soaked fist from your mouth, lips quivering. Geto looks through lustful eyes to meet your needy, wide-eyed gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips at your subtle pout.

"Pretty please, Suguru, I really want it...", you whine.

You're such a sight for sore eyes, Geto thinks, tongue darting over his lips as he finally dips a finger between your folds. He's immediately met with your cry, watching your head fall as he massages the swollen nub under his middle finger, basking in the desperate mewls of his name that leave you.

"I wanna cum with you, Sugu, please, please, feels so, s-so good..”

Geto's smile widens. "Yeah?” You nod eagerly. “Ask politely, like a good puppy, and I’ll let you."

His fingers plunge deep into your spasming hole, leaking juices down to his wrist, the rough thrusts of his cock leaving words to catch in your throat. Your release is just around the corner, and it's a struggle to hold back the way Geto is pounding into you, with his thumb still pressing circles into your clit.

"May I please cum with you, Sugu, please, please, please?", you whimper into the back of your hand.

A short silence follows. Geto's way of toying with you further. The way you squeeze around his fingers and dick make it evident you're close, but he just wants to see. Is his puppy really gonna go ahead and cum without his say so?

"Please–!" It's taking all your strength, and you don't know how much longer you can hold out. "Suguru, fuck, I-I might–“

And his answer feels like a blessing in your ears. "Go ahead, darling. Cum with me."

You let out a broken, choked moan, trembling in Geto's hands as your orgasm sends you over the edge. He thinks you just might actually cut off his dick the way you contract around him, groaning against your neck as he releases thick strings of cum into your entrance. Geto spreads your ass cheeks wide as he pulls out. Globs of his cum dribble out your tight hole, trailing down to mix with the cum leaking from your cunt. If not for Suguru holding you up, surely you would have collapsed on the floor, legs weak and useless in keeping you upright. Geto gives your ass a little smack, before readjusting your dress and his jacket to make you look a little more decent.

"There, all done.," he says. "Want me to walk you to class, now?"

You roll your eyes, shivering and gulping in air. Of course he’s wants to be funny with his cum running down your legs. Between shaky breaths, you rasp, "It's too–, far too late for that."

tagz: @anthoosies today i offer u bully suguru, tomorrow….who knowz

[mickyschumacher]

can i request something for carlos sainz x leclerc!reader on vacation?there’s such a soft spot in me for summer vacation carlos like in a beach setting or on a yacht. it can be soft or smutty it doesn’t matter i just love summery carlos. thank you!!!

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: while the leclercs maybe spending their summer vacation at home, you opted for a secret vacation in santorini with your secret boyfriend, carlos sainz. or in which you are secretly dating your brother's teammate.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minor dni), unprotected sex (if you're gonna slip, slop, slap, you must wrap your willy!), reader dob in 1999, dating in secret trope!, sainz & leclerc = google translated spanish & french ._., ig the reader has a shaved downstairs?, p in v, teasing, oral sex, lovey dovey smut?, poor humour, breastplay, fingering, cumming inside, bit of overstimulation for the reader, scandal and swift references, love confessions.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bf!carlos sainz x younger leclerc!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: firm agree on the summery carlos! is it really my writing if i don't get santorini involved? anyways, hope this was up to your standards! sorry for the long wait! ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Dating your brother's teammate was never on your bucket list. Hell, you tried to stay away from Formula 1. Well, as much as Leclerc could anyways.

People older than you weren't really your type. You opted for people near your age. That way there wasn't an awkward generation gap and there was no one that reminded you of your older brothers. Carlos was only five years older than you but the generational gap was most certainly there.

Men your age were... well, boys.

Men Carlos' age were men but also men.

You had seen Carlos at races before. And he was an attractive man, obviously. But that was that. You passed each other down the paddock, barely giving each other a glance. And not to mention the obvious, you were far too young for him at the time.

But then Ferrari's first car launch after signing Carlos had happened.

You had seen Carlos more in the few hours the event lasted than the past few years. You didn't know what it was. Whether you were unintentionally stalking him or vice versa. What you did know, however, he was definitely eyeing you.

By the time Charles had introduced you, Arthur, Lorenzo, and your mother, Carlos was trying to keep his interest at bay, pretending to be as family-friendly as possible.

Carlos ended up catching you as you came out of the bathroom, smoothly asking for your number. And as much as you wanted to give it to him, you weren't going to be easy. You were a Leclerc for crying out loud.

If Carlos wanted you, he would have to earn you.

And boy did he try.

You had heard from several people and the Internet that Carlos was a hardcore romantic. You never thought about it up until he started pulling out all the stops.

He was attentive as hell, remembering your favourite drinks, slipping you a new book to read as he talked to Charles, purposely linking his pinky with yours as discreetly as he could just so he could see you flush in front of him, sending you clothes for you to wear to his races to your apartment...

Carlos was menace.

But somewhere along the line, he became your menace.

You and Carlos were the epitome of the saying 'Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours'.

Keeping it secret... sure it was frustrating at times. The both of you had person after person trying to get with you because, well, you were a Leclerc and he was Carlos Sainz. Carlos had managed to draw a line by telling people he had a girlfriend but he didn't want to reveal her.

Yeah... it didn't settle well with the grid, in particular the three gossipers of the grid: Pierre, Lando, and your brother.

But after all the little bumps in the road, it was smooth sailing.

Most of the time you spent time together was alone, just the two of you. That way, there was no risk of being caught and you could revel in each other.

Of course, it wasn't that easy. Nothing was easy with you and Carlos, especially given that you couldn't keep your hands off of one another. Carlos a slight more than you because you had the decency and fear of embarrassment of getting caught by anyone. Carlos, on the other hand, was as indecent as they come. Hands always looking for an excuse to touch you, eyes travelling to find you first in any room, sending dirty texts when you sat across him... like you said, he was a menace.

To make things easier for yourself, for this summer break, you and Carlos had picked trusty Santorini as a romantic getaway, taking his dog Piñon as a welcomed third wheeler. Filled with so many tourists that you and Carlos would look like any regular couple there.

"Now this is a summer break," You breathed out, walking on to the yacht you had rented out for your stay in Greece. The air was clean and crisp, the sun was already beating down on you despite it being nine in the morning, and the translucent blue waters brought you a sense of familiarity that Monaco held.

"Don't you agree, Piñon?" You cooed to the soft ball of white curled up into your arms. A small bark of agreement came from the dog, tail wagging in happiness.

Carlos chuckled behind you, putting down your bags on the deck, under the shade. His thick arms enveloped your waist, bringing you closer to him. Nestling his chin into your shoulder, he said, "That's good, hermosa (beautiful). Now try saying it in Spanish."

You made a face at his teasing tone. Pulling yourself out of his grasp, you turned towards him. "Ahora son unas vacaciones de verano. ¿No estás de acuerdo, mi querido Carlos?" You recreated the same coaxing tone you had given Piñon to your lover, pinching his cheek with the energy of an overly endearing mother. Now this is a summer break. Don't you agree, my dear Carlos?

Carlos gave you a pointed look. You were teasing him. You knew he liked when you spoke Spanish because it was cute to see you fumble over the words but it also meant a lot to him that you were trying.

You rolled your eyes at his reaction and settled Piñon on the deck after making sure it wasn't too hot for those small paws of his. You watched him trot around the yacht, carefully examining his surrounding to test his boundaries.

Satisfied that Piñon was safe, you turned back to Carlos. "Brunch?"

"Brunch..." Carlos trailed off, hand reaching out to your face. The soft pad of his thumb graze your lips, gently pulling on your bottom lip to watch it bounce back. "...or brunch?" He asked, voice heavy with a clear need.

Your body thrived with an eagerness to respond to his touch. Goosebumps were the paint to the canvas of your skin, littering each part of you even though you were impossibly warm in the sun. You really wanted brunch. But your stomach wanted brunch. Instead, you simply nodded to him, agreeing with the answer he had never said. "You're right. Food is very important."

Carlos groaned at your response. "Hermosa," He sighed out, bringing his arms around your waist to pull you close yet again. "I want you," He murmured against your skin, nose brushing against your cheek and hot breath wandering down your neck.

Carlos could feel you smile at his words. "And you have me... for two whole weeks," You reminded him, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek.

Carlos curled his lip in annoyance at your reminder while he revelled in your touch. "I could have you for four," He also reminded you.

You sighed. You hadn't seen him in three weeks because life had it's mysterious ways of making the both of you busy. You wanted nothing more than a month with Carlos. But it was far too suspicious.

You had barely convinced your mother and your brothers that you were going to Santorini for a 'self-exploration' trip. Charles had immediately offered to turn it into a family trip but you managed to settle him down by saying you would spend the last two weeks with them. Alexandra had been a sweetheart in the matter as well. She was the only one, as well as Kika and Lily, that had known about you and Carlos, claiming they sensed it from 'a mile away'.

What they truly meant was that Carlos wouldn't stop eye-fucking you from a far.

"It's okay," You mumbled woefully, patting his chest softly, "I'll be with you in spirit while you reign Madrid."

Carlos held in his eye roll at your theatrics, you had a flair for them. "I wish you would reign Madrid with me instead. I want you to meet the family, let me finally teach you golf, go to the holiday house with me, hmm?" He implored, chocolate brown flickering to search yours.

The pain behind your eyes made him feel frustrated. He knew how much you wanted to do that because you wanted the same thing with your family. "How 'bout I call Charles, hmm? I'm sure he'll understand."

The thought of Charles finding out from anyone but you made you shudder. Would he understand? What was so understandable about hiding the fact you were dating his teammate for over a year, especially over a call?

Arthur, amongst Charles and Lorenzo, would probably be the most hurt. You and him told each other everything. You guys were the closest in age, similar to how Lorenzo and Charles were. Hell, you even helped him confess and get with Carla. And he was waiting to do the same for you, with some he trusted and knew.

And Lorenzo? It was really for the best if he didn't know from Carlos. He had initially told you not to get too close to any of the drivers because he was worried for you and well, the reputation of F1 drivers and dating wasn't too great. But you were quite sure that anything you and Carlos did had crossed the line of 'too close'. '

"Carlos, mi amor, I love you, but I think the idea of brunch, not brunch, is more understanding."

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After your brunch, you had spent some time reading to Carlos inside the yacht, not wanting to get into the water just after you had eaten nor wanting to go out when the sunshine was at it's peak.

It was serene.

The windows were open, letting a cool breeze come and help reduce the heat and you were both sprawled on the soft mattresses that served as sofas on the floor of the yacht. The calmness and peace you had desired amongst the chaos life and F1 brought.

You were half sure that Carlos was close to falling asleep in your lap, but not by your retelling of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, after Carlos refused to see Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen for the sixth time this year, but by the way your combed your hand through his hair as you read. (Although you were still going to be persistent because the concept of seeing those two on screen in Santorini out of all places was a need, not a want).

"Carlos, mon beau (my handsome), you're going to fall asleep. Let's go swimming," You told him, placing your bookmark in between the pages and closing the book.

Carlos groaned, looking up at you. He held your hand close to his chest. "No, it's way too hot. Don't you see the water? It looks like lava."

You narrowed your eyes. "That precisely why we should go swimming. We can't just sit here and mope around. We're in Santorini... we need to stand up and move around."

Carlos lifted his head from your lap, sitting straight so he faced you. You let out a quick yelp when he pulled you forward, placing you onto his lap, legs straddling him. "I can think about fifty ways to stand up and move around... in fifty different positions."

You could feel your thighs involuntarily clench around him. You know he felt it to. You gasped at his words and shook your head. "You are a heathen, Carlos Sainz. A barbarian... a hooligan, a sexually-driven simpleton must I continue?"

"Well, I recall you loving this heathen, infidel, barbarian, and hooligan," Carlos shrugged, warm hands inching up the white sundress you had worn this morning. The action sent a shudder down your spine.

"Carlos," You mumbled, already falling into a state where you were losing the words to speak your thoughts as Carlos kneaded the flesh of your thighs with his rough hands.

"Yes?" Those puppy brown eyes flickered to your eyes while he brought his mouth to your thighs, opting to graze your heated skin with the teeth. "Tell me what you want, hermosa. And I'll give it to you."

You faltered at his words. His gaze was heavy with a dark blaze that sent your stomach churning. You allowed yourself to fully straddle Carlos' lap, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you felt Carlos' clothed bulge press into your core.

Carlos struggled to prevent a strained hiss escape his gritted teeth, his grip on your thighs tightening, your flesh escaping the confines of his hands. Fuck, were your thighs so enticing to Carlos. He wanted to bite them and bruise them so even weeks later, they were covered in the reminiscents of him.

"What do you want, baby? Please tell me," Carlos begged, eyes desperately searching your own for any sign or indication of what you wanted.

You felt your core clench at the plea falling from Carlos' plump lips. You hadn't even really done anything but he was ready to serve you. Everything was foggy. You couldn't think straight. "I want... I want you, Carlos. Fuck, anything, everything... I–make love to me. Show me how much you love me."

His roaming hands came to a halt. "Mierda (shit)," Carlos cursed, bringing his tongue to swipe his bottom lip.

He could do that. He would love you so much that the entirety of Santorini would know and no one would even question your relationship with him.

Carlos brought his hands to your back, feeling the numerous strings of your dress against the pads of his fingers. One hand worked to undo the very knots he had done this morning while the other creeped up the back of your neck, pulling your head closer to his.

He brought his lips to yours, pressing them with an indescribable urgency. Your hands shot out to his chest, fisting the soft material of the polo you had chosen for him into a small bundle.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling a sudden breeze of cold air as the strings of your dress fell flat against your skin. Carlos' hands wandered down the surface of your back, coming to a stop at your waist.

The urge to get even closer to you coursed through Carlos' veins, pulling you flush against him. A moan fell from his swollen lips as you parted to fill the craving of some oxygen. Your pussy was pressed tight against his cock and your breasts were soft, pushed against his chest.

Carlos ventured to move his lips down the side of your jaw, edging towards your barren neck, aching to decorate you with aging and unique shades of purple and blue.

You let out a series of sinful whimpers upon the feeling of your skin being sucked at, feeding directly into his constrained cock. "Carlos..." You moaned out, eyes shut in pure pleasure, "They'll know. The–They'll ask q-questions."

"I know." You shivered as you feel him grin against your skin.

You watched him through your half-lidded eyes, moving up from your neck to look at you with his blistering gaze. With one simple movement, he took off his shirt, revealing his taut golden skin. Christ.

You sat still breathlessly on his lap as Carlos peeled off your dress, pulling your arms through the white material. The cool breeze trickled over your bare breasts, nipples hardening almost instantly.

Carlos let a warm hand rest over your rib, lifting you gently to remove your dress fully. He sighed, laying you down on the mattress. The tips of his fingers travelled from your neck and down the valley of your breasts, the hairs of your body standing straight at his touch.

"You know what it is a tragedy, hermosa?" Carlos queried, watching you quiver underneath him, chest heavily rising up and down.

He smiled at your asking through your eyes because the words just couldn't come out of your throat. "You will never see yourself the way I see you. Eres una sirena... obra de Dios. If He didn't put you on this Earth that would've been his biggest sin." You are a siren… God's work.

If your throat wasn't tied up before, it surely was now. You looked at him with a soft gaze, watching him come near you to press his lips on your own. You whimpered, feeling his hands travel towards your breasts, fondling your mounds with a cautious roughness that sent your stomach tingling.

You frowned at the loss of his lips but the complaint subsided upon the feel of his hot tongue swirling around your pebbled nipple. He paid attention to every flick and every crevice, keeping his deep eyes trained on you. He smiled at your hiss as he purposely grazed his teeth against your nipple.

Carlos removed his lips from your nipple, moving his head back to hover over your pussy. Still keeping his eyes on you, you watched in silence as the hot saliva fell from his lips, bubbly strings landing directly onto your glistening folds. Fucking hell.

"Eyes on me, baby," He told you, looking at your clenched eyes.

Your eyes shot open as Carlos took one long stripe of your folds, your hips bucking at the sudden sensation. Lingering a second too long on your clit, his tongue continued to work up towards your stomach and the valley of your breasts, returning his attention to your other nipple.

Your mouth fell open, feeling his fingers rub your wet folds, spreading his saliva around your pussy. While his tongue worked your nipple, he thrusted a thick finger into your walls. With your eyes rolling back, you attempted to fist the thick material of the mattress but to no avail.

"Fuckk, Carlos," You whimpered, writhing at his touch.

"Finally found your words, hmm?" Carlos teased, adding another finger into his torturous slow pace. His eyes were glued to watching your hips out of his periphery, snapping up to try and ride his fingers. As laboured breaths fell from your lips, he pushed his digits even further, aiming to reach a specific spot.

Smoothly, Carlos grabbed a nearby pillow, putting it under your lower back to bring you some comfort and a whole new level of pleasure. He stared at your face intently: your mouth had fallen wide open with a ghost whisper of his name flowing into the air, sweat glistened over your flushed face, pooling near the edges of your hair and neck, and your lips were swollen with the prettiest shade of red he had ever seen.

"Carlos," You managed to get out with your brain practically turning into jelly. "Carlos, please, I don't want to cum like this. I need your cock, please."

Carlos' cock throbbed at your pleas. "Your wish is my command, princesa."

Hearing your whines upon the loss of his fingers, Carlos took off his blue shorts faster than he had ever done in his life.

Even though you had been with Carlos sexually for a while, your cheeks still flamed when you saw his cock. Not out of embarrassment or unadulterated innocence. No. It was outright heat that was getting to you.

Every time you saw his cock, it was a violent shade of red, throbbing and aching, leaving Carlos begging to be touched by you.

You watched as Carlos leaned forward, hovering over you. It was beyond you how exactly pretty Carlos was. You hadn't realised until he started courting you. You had no idea how you were supposed to live without seeing his thicket of brown locks, his freckles that could only be depicted if you were close to him otherwise they blended with his prickly stubble, the smug smile he constantly wore to hide himself, and especially his big brown eyes that made you bend to his command.

"Carlos?" You softly called out.

Carlos' ears perked up at your gentle tone. He smiled down at you with raised brows. His hands continued to travel your body, retracing every curve and fold as he had committed to his memory. "Sí, mi hermosa?"

You ran a hand through his hair before caressing his cheek. God, he was your beautiful boy. "Je t'aime plus que tu ne peux l'imaginer." I love you more than you can imagine.

You knew he didn't speak French despite spending this many years with Charles but it often comes from you naturally when you were too caught up in your feelings.

"Je ne pense pas que ce soit le cas. You don't know how my every feeling is controlled by the look on your face. I can't breathe without you. Every race, I hope you're there waiting for me because you're pretending to wait for Charles. Hermosa, I exist for you. No one else." I don't think you do.

Your eyes widened, fresh tears lining your waterline. "You understood–you learned French?" You whispered, voice barely audible.

Carlos grinned. "I'm quite sure I said a lot of after that but yes, I did learn French for you... surprise!"

You suppressed the urge to push him off of you and gave him a long kiss. Pulling back, you laughed gently. "You're an idiot... making me cry during sex. And not even in the good way!" You feigned your complaint.

"Well, we still have tonight and thirteen more days. Today I'm just showing how much I love you," He whispered above your lips, hips lining up with yours.

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling Carlos' cock brush past your folds. You both moaned in unison as he pushed his cock into your pussy. Your walls wrapped around his cock tightly, gripping him like a vice.

Carlos cursed several profanities under his breath, head lolling back while pleasure coursed through his body. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. His cock ached at the high-pitched mewl that fell from your swollen lips.

His hands fell to your hips, holding you tightly, slowly shifting you up and down his length, burying his cock in you.

You closed your eyes, letting your forehead rest on Carlos'. You can feel him staring at you, taking all of you in: every hue of your flushed state, your eyelashes riddled with tears and sweat, the heavenly and sinful sounds from your lips, and your greased hair.

"You are breathtaking," Carlos whispered against you.

You smiled, opening your eyes to meet his and rolling your hips slowly in response. "You make me feel so good," You praised.

A rough moan was elicited from Carlos, throat tight and choked up from your words and actions. He could barely function seeing your bare pussy take his cock so well, let alone how the tip of his cock throbbed when he lifted you up. His own eyes were beginning to shut as he revelled in the ecstasy you brought hip.

Fuck, you were so wet. You looked down at your thighs, seeing the obscene sheen of your arousal coat spread to Carlos' thighs. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, hips snapping to create a rhythm.

"Carlos, I, fuck," You blabbered in complete disarray. You were beginning to seem the edges of a familiar white light.

Although Carlos appreciated the sign, he could tell by the way you were clenched so tightly around his cock, getting his cock to pulsate every few seconds, that you were going to come.

He moved his hands between your legs, watching you sink over his cock one more time before he obstructed the view by using his thumb to rub your clit in circles.

"Mierda," Carlos cussed, feeling you grip his cock even further if it was possible. "Cum for me, mi amor."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You repeated the expletive as if it were a mantra, hips bucking as white clouded your vision. You let out a loud moan, body shaking as waves of your climax hit you one after the other.

Not a second later, Carlos was cumming too. His hips rutted against yours in almost an unrecognisable desperation, the peak of his ecstasy right within his grasp. His cock pulsed while his hips came to a falter, stuttering as ropes of his white cum spilled into you, warming your walls.

"F-Fuck," Carlos groaned, feeling your pussy clamp around him, trying to take every last drop of his cum.

You feel Carlos slump forward into you, exhausted. Gently, you lifted yourself off of his cock, wincing at your sensitivity. You fell straight onto the mattress, panting heavily.

"Shit!" You yelped as Carlos pushed some of his leaking come back into and circle your clit. You shook at the mini aftermath of your orgasm before calming back down.

"Satisfied?" You nudged Carlos playfully, knowing damn well Carlos liked to go the extra mile when it came to you.

"Very," Carlos commented, reaching his arms out to bring you closer to him.

You sighed, resting your head on his chest. The exhaustion was very quickly seeping into the both of you. Carlos' heartbeat was beginning to work as a lullaby and Carlos had found your warmth far more comforting than any mattress or duvet.

"Hermosa," He called, making you hum for you had no energy to speak. "We need to tell them."

You found yourself trying to open your eyes. When had they closed? You turned to face him, chin resting on his heated torso. You pressed a brief kiss and said, "I know. Let's tell them in a few days. So they have at least a week to yell at me."

Carlos frowned at your words. "I'll be right there with you. You know that right? I'm not letting you do this alone."

You smiled after letting out a small yawn. "I know, I know. I'm grateful. Thank you, mi amor."

Carlos returned the gesture, kissing your forehead gently. He rubbed your shoulders, feeling the dark abyss of slumber slowly call to him. "Anything for you, hermosa."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[freelancearsonist]

brat

➔ Frankie "Catfish" Morales x fem!reader

➔ 695 words

➔ You've been torturing Frankie, so he decides to return the favor.

➔ Rated MA // short and filthy lil giflet, unprotected p in v sex, power dynamics kind of

“You’ve gotta stop doin’ this, babe.”

“Doing what?” You bat your eyes innocently, but you know exactly what Frankie’s referring to.

His dark eyes rake slowly up your naked form, jaw working around a swallow thick with lust. You’ve taken to jaunting around his place completely bare–what’s the point of clothes when he’s just going to rip them off anyway?–and it’s driving him insane.

“You know exactly what,” he growls from somewhere deep in his chest. “Can’t even think with you flittin’ around the place like this.”

“What do you need to think for?” You ask with a practiced smirk, knowing exactly what it’ll elicit from him.

He growls again, somehow even more deep and menacing this time. You’ve pushed him to the exact precipice you were hoping for, and now it’s time to reap your reward.

The aforementioned reward comes springing out of his pants with a heady kind of energy as he shoves his pants down over his hips. He’s already harder and thicker than he should be just from watching you move.

He leans back in his armchair, an easy kind of arrogance about the smirk on his face and the way he sets his hands on his thighs. He can see the way you’re staring at his cock, practically drooling for it, and it only adds to his ego.

“Come get it then, if you’re so eager for it.”

He senses what comes next, and he stops you before you can move to your knees in front of him. “Huh-uh, baby. Only good girls get what they want. You’ve been nothin’ but a brat.”

This is a new development. He’s never turned down head before, especially not when you’re so willing.

“Frankie–”

A simple shake of his head silences whatever you were about to say. He leans further into the chair, arms draped over the rests with complete nonchalance. “This isn’t about you, baby. You’ve been tryin’ my patience. Get up here and make it up to me.”

If this is supposed to be a punishment, it’s the best you’ve ever had. You’re more than happy to climb into his lap, settling your bare chest against the soft fabric of his t-shirt as your mouth meets his.

He wastes no time pulling you down on him, smirk only widening at the little whine that escapes your lips as your cunt struggles to accommodate him with such little notice. It’s always been a bit of a struggle to take him–there’s no denying he’s big. Thankfully he’s completely tuned into your body–his fingers easily find your clit and set a vicious pace to help you out. You’re dripping down the length of him within minutes, and you’re starting to see why this is a punishment. You’re already so achingly close to the edge and you’ve hardly even found a rhythm thanks to his relentless fingers.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispers low and deep. “Lemme have it.”

You think he might actually be trying to kill you. Still, what a way to go–you clench hard around him and delight in the groan it elicits from him through the fuzzy haze of your orgasm.

You’re not even conscious of your pace slowing, but his hands grip your hips and keep you working him as you come down.

“Don’t give up on me yet, my little brat,” he murmurs. “Haven’t made it up to me yet.”

This is definitely torture, albeit the most delicious kind you’ve ever endured. You’ve barely finished fluttering and clenching around him when he starts bucking his hips up, a relentless attack on the spot that he knows draws the most sinful sounds from you.

It’s barely minutes before you’re shuddering and shaking again, eyes squeezed tightly shut against the onslaught of heady pleasure.

“Learned your lesson yet, brat?” He purrs, voice deceptively sweet as he tilts his head down to litter kisses across your collarbone.

You’re shaking your head ‘no’ before you even process the consequences–you open your eyes to see the most wolfish grin that’s ever adorned his face.

“Don’t worry,” he growls as he pulls you down hard on him. “You will.”

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[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

Absolutely you should add smut were all whores here

"Hooked"

Sorry been really busy and I am still very busy and ai hate it so much cause I don't have the energy to write anymore after a shit ton of work and sleepless nights just to meet the deadline. Anyways, I will try to do the requests, enjoy ✌️

Hope you lot understand, sorry. 😔

Warning: smut (you already know)

Idk what is in here cause I didn't proof read, hope the wait was worth it tho? Don't come at me, I just wanted to get a fic out cause I've been dry the last few weeks. Enjoy ✌️

I always noticed Arthur's brother, Charles, would always stare at me when he gets the chance, especially when visiting tutur at the f2 paddock. He wasn't really like this back then, but then again, I had a massive glow up, my ass is big, hair fluffy, face of an angel, and body sculpted by the Gods to be perfect for any man. During our earlier days, Charles never reqlly paid me any attention, apart from the occasional hi and hello, nothing. He would just walk past without even a glance. But now, it seemed that every chance he got, he would stare at me and sometimes bite his bottom lip and give me those "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you beg me to stop" eyes.

Like right now, I feel a pair of eyes burning through the back of my head as I walked with Arthur to the ferrari hospitality. Without looking back I already knew who it is, and being the brat I am, I decided to be a little shit and put on a show. Accidentally dropping my wallet as I pulled it out of the pocket of my jeans that hugs my ass way too tight. Making sure I bend over more than required to get the wallet, and continue walking as if nothing happened.

—

After Arthur won his first race of the season, I couldn't contain my excitement, I jumped on him my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck and giving him little kisses on his cheeks.

"Oh my god, I'm so proud of you tutur."

I basically shouted at him so he could hear me over the noise of his team celebrating.

"Merci, couldn't done it without you flaunting your ass at my brother the whole day."

He said with a laugh as he urged me to get off him. He looked behind me and smacked my ass and laughing harder as I let out a small squeak.

"Looks like someone wants to celebrate with you."

He said close to my ear as he turned me around only to be met by Charles gaze that had a glint of something. I looked up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hi."

I said as I turned back around.

"I will spoon feed you your own shit."

I said to Arthur, trying to sound menacing but he just laughed.

"Arturooo!"

Charles said as he hugged Arthur.

"Can I borrow y/n for a moment?"

"Hehe just return him before the party."

"Of course."

"Huh? D-don't I get a say in this??"

I asked confused as Arthur just laughed as Charles dragged me somewhere.

"W-where are we going? And what exactly d-do you need me for?"

I asked nervously as his gripped tightened.

"I had a shitty race unlike Arthur, and I need you to help me with it."

He said nonchalantly as we arrived at his motor home, he pushed me in before getting in himself, he locked the door.

"A-and h-how wou-"

I couldn't finish my sentence as he pulled me to him and attached his lips to mine, kissing desperately as if it was his last day on earth. He pushed me against the door his hands tapped my thighs, urging me to jump. I obeyed and jumped, his strong arms holding me up as my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands that were feelings his biceps now pulling at his hair and clawing on his back, drawing groans from him. Biting and licking my bottom lip his gripped tightened on my thighs causing me to moan against his lips. His tounge entering my mouth with no warning, our tounges now dancing a ballad of groans and moans. Our kiss getting more desperate and sloppy by the second due to the lack of oxygen catching up to us. We pulled from each other, foreheads resting against the other and thin string of saliva attaching our lips.

"Let's go to my hotel room, it's better."

He said between heavy breathed as he put me down, but I leaned on him heavily almost falling as my legs seemingly turn to jelly.

"I didn't know you liked me?"

I asked surprised.

"You're the only outlet available."

He said with a laugh.

"But you might just be the best one yet."

—

As we arrived in his hotel room, he locked the door and put the do not disturb sign on the outside knob.

"What n-"

He attacked my lips again before I could finish my sentence.

"Now, you're going to be a good boy and listen and do everything I tell you."

He said as he pulled back, his hands on my cheeks.

"O-okay."

"Good, now get on the bed and undress for me."

I obeyed, getting on the bed and undressing 'til I'm naked.

"You were always my favourite, y/n."

"Huh?"

"Among all of Arthur's friends, you were always my favourite, did you know that?"

He asked as he got on top of me now only in his boxers. He body looked heavenly, his abs, his biceps, everything made me want to go feral. To lick his muscles after a gym session or after racing, to taste the saltiness of his sweat against tounge. To see him breathing heavily as he looks at me with tired eyes, to hear him say my name in a breathy whisper.

My thoughts got cut off by his mouth on my neck, kissing, biting and licking, leaving marks.

"I always thought you'd taste good. Addicting."

He mumbled against my neck, as his actions became rougher I began to squirm, trying to push him off, the pleasure becoming overwhelming.

"Ngh~ mhmmm~ no, s-stop. Please."

"I would stop, amour, but your moans decieve you. Do you really want me to stop?"

He asked as he began to pull away but not before biting hard.

"Mmm~ ngha n-no."

I said as my squirming slowed down, missing his mouth on my neck, missing his bites I pulled at his neck.

"You can try all you want, you won't win, y/n."

He said is a breathy voice as he continued to resist my pull.

"I'm going to fuck you raw, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He whisper against my ear as he bit it.

"Y-yes."

"Good boy."

He began to remove his boxers, I looked down excited to see what I would need to fit in. My eyes widened and I let out an involuntary moan as I saw his size. Very thick, with prominent veins and atleast 9 inches.

"Y-you're gonna kill me."

I said, now afraid of what would happen once the behemoth is burried in me.

"You can take it, and you will."

He said with a laugh as he spread my legs even more and grabbing the lube from the bedside drawer. He covered his fingers with the lube and putting one in me slowly, drawing moans from me. A second one went in and he started scissoring, the burning sensation slowly disappearing as he put in a third.

"Please, n-need you."

I said sounding desperate with my eyes closed and biting my lip.

"Are you sure?"

He asked sounding worried.

"Y-yes, f-fuck me, please."

I said as I began to squirm.

"Fine."

He covered his cock in obscene amounts of lube, hopefully enough. He got on top of me as he lined his cock with my hole, the head slowly going him, the burning, stretching sensation coming back worse. My hands fly to his back, pulling him to lay on me and clawing at him. He groaned as he felt the pain on his back and he slowly went deeper, we were both our of breathe now and he wasn't even half in.

"F-fuck, my self controll is not that strong, I'm seconds away from just fuck, just slamming into you."

He said against my ear, hot breathes fanning over.

"I-i-i don't m-mmmind."

I said with a chuckled as my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in further.

"You m-make me lose myself. Fuck"

He slammed into me without any more warning, I scream at the top of my lungs. He groaned as my clawing got more erratic, I felt something sticky on my fingers as I continued clawing. His groans became more frequent as he pulled back slowly and ramming back in.

"F-fuck, ngha."

He groaned as he bit my neck hard, leaving bite marks.

"P-please, f-fuck."

I couldn't finish a sentence nor a single thought as my mind short malfunctioned. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and he stayed still for a bit, catching his breath.

"You okay?"

He whispered in my ear.

"Mmmngh"

"I'll say, you're fine then."

He said with a laugh as he started to pull out, and go back in slowly. Slowly gaining more force and speed until he was just ramming into me, the bed squeaking after every thrust. He head burried in my neck, biting and leaving my, his hands exploring the sides of my body. My hands still clawing at his back, earning a groawn each time. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I don't w-we can make it f-for Arthur's p-party."

He said with a breathy chuckle as his assault on my ass did not ease a bit.

"Mmngg mmm ngh"

I could not form coherent words or anything, my mind completely blank apart from him, the feeling of him, the taste of him every about him. My body is tired, but he doesn't seem the least bit tired.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum."

He groans as his pace became more erratic, sweat dropping from his hair onto the sheets as he bit my neck, earning a moan from me. Our bodies sliding past the other. His hair sticking to his forehead, his back now slippery, my hands slide down, struggling to hold on. He let out small hisses of pain, due to the sweat coming in contact with the marks on his back.

"F-fuuuck"

He came deep inside me, burrying his face on my neck and biting roughly, with the last amount of energy I had left, my body began squirming trying to push him away, but he was much stronger he held my hands down and grinded his him against my, drawing out the pleasure. I felt his cum dripping out of my hole while he's still inside. By this time I already came more than 4 times, the feel of his cock pulsing inside me brought me unfathomable amounts of pleasure, knowing I'm the one he's with the one he's fucking.

"We need to do this again."

"Mmm"

"You do know, when I said again, I mean right now, right?"

He said with a laugh as his cock stayed hard inside me, after a few seconds he began to move again. Starting slow, my mind numb and body tired I couldn't do anything but let him, as he continued biting and licking my neck, my hand going up to his hair and stroking it.

"Y-you can say no if you don't want to anymore."

I don't what came over me, but my energy suddenyl came back after his words.

"You won't last as long as me, Leclerc."

I pushed him off me and made him lay on the bed as I began to ride him.

"You can try, but you won't succeed."

I said as I leaned down and made my marks on him.

"We both know, you just want to fuck me, but I'll have you hooked."

Idk what I wrote, cause half of this shit didnt get save so I had to rewrite, hope you enjoyed it ✌️

[528-hotline]

Hi! Can you write something like semi-public sex with matthew with him coming inside you? And he let you walk without panties so everyone can see his seed dripping by your pussy into your legs🫣

semi-public sex. with matthew !

pairings | dom!matthew x fem!reader

warnings | SMUT, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, dacryphilia, slight degradation, manhandling, slight public humiliation, usage of pet names (baby, princess), matthew stuffs your panties in your mouth :3

word count | 1.7k

a/n 💌 i wanna kiss ur brain anon <3 this is so AAAAAA i enjoyed writing this that i got carried away and went a little overboard… 🫣 anyways, i hope you’ll enjoy <3

NSFW UNDER THE CUT (18+ ONLY) MINORS DNI

your self-control was losing its composure.

you mentally slapped your brain for being such a menace for being turned on by his veiny hands and everytime he flexes his biceps. what’s even worse is that he decided to wear a tight black shirt, making his upper body more detailed. you can clearly see his chest through it, which is why it’s one of your favorites on him.

you and matthew went on an park date, it had different stalls of food and other stuff. although you were having a good time trying new food and buying random trinkets, you’re distracted and you keep glancing on your boyfriend, making you feel more lost in the thought of him fucking your insides because of how attractive he is today.

after quite some time, you and matthew decided to sit on a bench for a while to rest a bit from walking.

perfect timing.

you leaned on his shoulder and he leans back, putting his head over yours. you (innocently) put your hand against his thigh, drawing small little circles in it. “you seem a bit down today, you okay? you didn’t really have to agree to go here if you wanted to stay home,” matthew assures you in a soft tone. you love this side of him but you badly want the other side of him instead.

“‘m good baby, i had a good time here... it’s just i have a little problem…”

“oh no.. what is it?” he asks innocently, as you move your hands up his thigh, rubbing his crotch lightly.

“mmm, want you cock in me right now…” you whimpered in his ear, continuing to touch his jean-clothed cock, as you attempt on trying to flip his switch. “p-please, been wanting it since we got here… been a good girl too..”

he chuckles as a response, making him clench his jaw. he grabs both of your thighs, putting it over his thigh, running his fingertips up and down. he tilts his head down to whisper, “here at the park? baby wants to be risky, hm?” you nodded eagerly, biting your lip.

“i’ll give you risky, you naughty girl.”

you both stood up the bench, matthew grabbing your wrist, leading you to a secluded area with full of trees. both of your tracks stopped at a humungous tree, enough to cover both of you away from people.

both of you scanned the area to look if there would be people around. when the coast was clear, matthew grabs your waist, pulling you into a steamy kiss. he grabs one of your breasts, massaging it through his palm. tongues swirling at each other, breathlessly pulling out afterwards.

he turns you around, facing the tree, as he pulls you closer to him, feeling his hardness down there. as he plants kisses on your neck, both of his hands went underneath your top, as he flicks both of your tits with the tip of his fingers teasingly, instantly hardening in just one touch. the tingly feeling traveled down your pussy, making you more aroused and wet all over your panties.

“mhm, fuck… please,” you whined as you readjusted your position, sticking your lower body more on to him as you put you arms and hands on to the tree to maintain your balance. you stick out your ass even more to grind on his hardening dick. the friction between his dick and your pussy made you clench in and out.

matthew had the perfect view and access to your pussy, as you were wearing a skirt and panties, with side ties. a wet patch already formed all over your panties, he then teases you by rubbing his thumb all over you clothed clit. “m-matt… please, can’t take it anymore… n-ngh…”

“you planned to wear this, didn’t you?”

“i-i really wore it for you just in case,”

“well, if that’s the case..” he hikes up your skirt even more, he unties both sides of your panties and an enormous amount of your accumulated wetness welcomed his sight.

“now be quiet and be a good fuckdoll for me,” matthew whispers behind your ear, as he stuffs the panties you wore in your mouth to keep your whiny little mouth shut.

he pushed down his pants and his boxers halfway, pulling out his hardening cock. he teases your slit, feeling your wetness all over. his cock goes over your clit, rubbing his tip aggressively over it, producing absurb wet noises.

“shit, you really kept it in…” matthew slides his fingers on your slit to gather some of your wetness on his fingers as he rubs your clit agressively with ease.

“h-hng…!” you squirmed helplessly, closing your thighs and eyes rolling back from the pleasure, “such a noisy slut… you wanted to be in this situation but you can’t be quiet.” he stops rubbing your sensitive clit, replacing it with a slap. the overwhelming feeling made you jump a bit in your position and hold on more to the tree for stability as you were almost losing it.

matthew pries open your pussy as he starts to put his cock inside slowly. you had to shut your eyes close and you had to bite down the panties that were balled up in your mouth to keep yourself from squirming so loudly from the pleasure.

because of how wet your pussy is, matthew instantly slides himself inside without a warning. you were taken aback by how deep he instantly went, quietly whining from the sudden feeling. “fuck, you’re so wet.. my cock went in just like that…”

he thrusts in slowly to adjust in a little bit, letting himself lost into the warm, tight feeling of your pussy. he pulls you back, grabbing you by the neck. “such a perfect little hole just for me to fuck…”

you whined from his words, as you bounced yourself in his cock even faster, “ah, you want me to go faster?” you nodded eagerly, he then shoved his cock even deeper. you let out a muffled groan, you swore that your eyes rolled back so much from resisting your composure.

matthew’s thrusts were even faster, as the skin slapping became more prominent. “s-shit, you feel so good baby…” moaning in your ear as the grip on your waist tightens.

tears started to form in your eyes as your walls keep clenching from the overwhelming lust slowly taking over your whole body.

“so tight, keep clenching just like that…” he groans near your ear. he starts rubbing your clit aggressively making you clench even more on to his dick, “h-hmf!! n-no!” you moaned over the panties, throwing your head on to his shoulder as tears were trickling down your face.

he quickly covers your mouth, his eyes darkening from your sudden action. he stops rubbing your clit and he slaps it instead, making your thighs quiver. “keep making noises or i’ll never let you cum. understood?”

even if you want to moan so bad, you had no choice but to follow him. you nodded, and after that, pace was even faster than before. what’s worse is that he was hitting the same spot repeatedly, and you had no choice but to let out soft mewls and cries from all the pleasure.

“fuck, such a pretty cumslut crying over my cock… you’re almost there?” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as the pleasure’s almost taking over your body.

you nodded, as he thrusts in to you in an inhumane speed. he lets go of your mouth as he grips both sides of your waist as if his life depends on it. his strength took over him that your feet starts to lift off the ground, making you arms lean on to the tree, carrying you like a ragged doll, thrusting his cock in and out of you like there’s no tomorrow. he throws his head back, sending himself over the edge, an indication of an orgasm nearing. “i-i’m cumming princess… u-ugh…”

you mewled from the immense amount of pleasure that you’re feeling as the tight coil in your stomach was about to burst. you gave up from keeping your noises in, quietly whining out of desperation as your pussy clenched his dick so tightly from the fast pace. your mind was in a haze, you were completely losing yourself as your orgasm is approaching.

“f-fuck…!” shots of warm liquid went in to your cunt, also you cumming at the same time. you cry out of pleasure from all the overstimulation and the warm feeling, your pussy never felt this thrilled and full. he pulls out his dick away from you, his cum, mixed with your own, trickling away from your pussy.

he pulls back his pants quickly, and he notices a continuous stream of cum coming out, he then gathers up all the cum that been flowing out using his fingers.

“keep it in, you cumslut.. or i won’t fuck your pussy even more once we get home,” you nodded aggressively, mewling while he fingers back both of your releases that’s been dripping down your thighs.

“good girl. now, i’ll have this, baby. you wouldn’t wanna wear this anymore since it’s wet, right?” he fishes out the panties off your mouth, he then folds it up, stuffing the wet underwear in his pocket.

“w-what…?! how am i–“

“since you want your filthy little cunt to be fucked so bad, you walk without your soaked little panties.” his sentence leaving you dumbfounded.

“b-but there’s a lot of people…”

“well, that’s the point of your punishment, doll. to let everyone know how much of an impatient cumslut you are,”

“now walk.”

you had no choice but to walk without your panties. you had to clench in your pussy as much as you can to prevent his cum from leaking out.

the 5 minute walk to the parking space felt like torture to you.

it was difficult to hold it in because your thighs and legs felt like jelly, and all your remaining strength is giving up on you as you’re using it for trying not to unclench your cum-filled pussy. and everytime his sticky cum starts dripping from your thighs, you try to pull down your skirt, but matthew miserably swats away your hand.

“don’t even try to fucking hide it, you little slut.”

[whalesforhands]

night escapades (satosugu x reader)

(originally meant to be kofi exclusive, but if no one is gonna give me 1st Year STSG i will do it myself)

warnings: none, unless u take bratty gojo as one haha

Tap. Tap. Tap.

That’s just the wind. You could totally just ignore that. It’s definitely not a ghost knocking it’s bony hands against your glass window from behind your curtains right?

You toss your blanket over your head, turning onto your side as you huddle yourself deeper, ignori-

Taptaptaptaptaptaptap-

That’s not the wind anymore, your eyes draw themselves to your drawn curtains, slowly getting up to go check for the source of the insistent knocking. Even you can’t just simply ignore it now.

You’re really scared. Coming to this school doesn’t dispel your fear of the supernatural, if anything, it had heightened your fright for them.

You take a breath, your hands immediately sweating before you threw open the curtains, revealing-!

Gojo Satoru.

(What a relief he wasn’t a ghost…)

He leans against the glass pane, staring you straight in the eye, those very same menacing, glinting blue eyes that shone with power and dominance. This guy really was intimidating… Your gaze jumps to the floor in a hurry.

“Oi.” You flinch slightly, not wanting to tilt your head up to look at him lest you start to sweat from your nerves as you nervously gulp. “You can fly, right?”

Barely. But you start nodding your head anyway.

——

“Seriously, what’s taking so long?”

You’re both in the clearing, still on the ground as he impatiently crosses his arms whilst tapping a foot, eyes narrowed at you from behind his sunglasses as your hands shake, trying to form a bubble around yourself.

“I-It’s…! I-I’m trying, sorry, Gojo-san.” You’re not lying. You really are. You just aren’t very practiced with your technique yet. You gulp again, swallowing your nerves and trying to concentrate and finally form this stupid-

“You nervous or something?” You never noticed when he got so close to you, sunglasses staring down at your form as you turn your gaze back to floor again.

You shake your head, eyes glued to the floor as you start to feel his cold stare. You don’t want to look at him.

Something in him finally snaps.

“Hey, you.” It’s domineering in nature, commanding. “Ya never look me in the eye, do you? What’s with that?”

An annoyed sigh is heard. You can only keep your gaze glued to the dirt beneath you.

(You wonder if he ever viewed you as such.)

“I can see your cursed energy flickering out.”

Huh? You see his shoes come to a stop before you, the feeling of him staring down at you through his glasses overwhelming you with the sheer power he emanated.

(You really wished you just lied and said you couldn’t fly. You hope he doesn’t feel the sweat on your palms.)

“Stop being so scared of me.” You hear his sunglasses jostle slightly when he talks, the commanding tone sending chills down your spine.“Focus. I’m not gonna get mad at you, so just get your little bubble blower up and working already.”

…

(He’s nicer than you thought.)

——

You’re sitting within your bubble as Gojo flies circles around you, bursting through clouds and flying excitedly about your little protective barrier as he grins.

He places a hand on your cursed barrier, pushing and poking as your legs are politely crossed in front of you, trying to hone your concentration to keep yourself afloat.

“What’s your name?”

He doesn’t even remember your name…?

“(first name) (last name)…”

“Okay.” He’s silent again, watching you quietly. “Do I make you scared?”

“…no…?”

“Then look at me.”

You do so, slowing tilting your head up to for once, meet the elusive, enigmatic and infamous Limitless user in the eye.

Oh wow.

You stare up into them, getting lost as you see the reflection of the night sky shining within those orbs. The way his hair glistened under the moon, looking as if they were painted by the streaks of light themselves, a cute nose, a wide grin that stretched across his face and showed off his dimples.

“You’re pretty…” You’ve said it without even realizing it.

You hear him scoff, immediately averting his eyes away from yours. “‘Course I am.”

(He hopes you don’t notice the blush on his face.)

He circles your bubble once more, contemplating, thinking.

“How much do you trust me?” The prospected head of the Gojo clan, the one who changed all tides the moment he was born. The elusive talented sorcerer that took the world by storm, that was fated for greatness.

You should trust him lots, right? He’s gonna be the strongest one day.

(You don’t want to.)

Yet, all you can see in those playful, glittering eyes of his was mischief and roguish sparks, so different from how you imagined him. So different from what you thought about him. All you could see was a boy who just wanted to have fun, a hunger for entertainment and enjoyment.

(You should thank him for helping you out earlier, no?)

You relent, your eyes flickering to the ground below you, before you squeeze your eyes close and let your bubble pop, your back racing towards the ground as you begin to squeeze your eyes closed. If you can’t see it, you can’t fear it, right?

His grin had grown wide, amused and maniacal as you let yourself fall, feeling the air flying through your hair, the screams of the wind rushing into your ears as you see him start to dive after you, arms tucked into his sides, as he himself allows the freefall of gravity to take control.

He’s still howling with laughter, as you hear him cheer out words inaudible to you, happy grin stretched wide across his face as you see his hands outstretched, reaching towards your own as both your bodies skyrocket towards the ground with no technique to save you just yet.

Is he really going to reach you in time?

You’re immediately swept up by a flash of iridescent white, body no longer subjected to gravity as you’re scooped up onto safety into a pair of arms.

“You okay?” This voice is soft, gentle. So different from the reprehensible, rougher tone of voice you were expecting to hear.

It’s Geto Suguru. Your other classmate. Short hair billowing in the wind as he maneuvered his cursed spirit around with you in his arms, a look of concern crossing his features as he looks down at you.

You’re mesmerized.

“Damn showoff!” You can see Gojo grit his teeth from his position in the sky, his cursed technique having activated the same time Geto had swept you away in his arms. He’s irritated.

He flies just above the large cursed spirit, glaring down at the two of you from his position.

“Hey, Weird Bangs!” He zooms in closer, ensuring that his voice was being heard whilst flying. “I don’t remember inviting you!”

“I invited myself to save you the trouble of doing so!” Suguru’s tone of reply was indignant, annoyed, grip on you getting slightly tighter as if to appease his anger.

You’re still in Geto’s arms, atop the cursed spirit you’ve heard him refer to as the ‘Rainbow Dragon’ as it soars through the clouds with both of you on top of its back.

“Uh, you gonna stay there, or…?” You feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckles, a light blush on his face as he stares straight ahead, trying to avoid your entranced gaze on him.

You quickly clamber off, realization and embarrassment hitting you like a freight train, nearly falling off the large reptile before your arm was caught and gently pulled up to position you in front of him.

“Ah. I don’t recommend moving much.”

Oh. You really want to die of shame now. “Thank you, Geto-san.” You’re trying to look away as you mumble it out, trying to ignore the fact that his arms are basically caging you into his hold, making yourself feel small as you squeeze your shoulders inwards, trying to hide your fervent embarrassment with the strong winds.

“It’s no problem, (last name)-san. I’m happy to help you.”

The dragon immediately flies to a stop, as if immediately backing off from the sudden appearance of an obstacle in front as he roars, front legs recoiling back in surprise and nearly throwing both of its passengers of had it not been for Suguru’s strong grip.

A visibly upset Satoru is hovering right in front, arms crossed and cheeks looking kind of… Puffed up. Is he… Pouting?

“I said I didn’t invite you, Weird Bangs.”

“And I said I invited myself.”

“I didn’t say that you could-!”

“Well, who are you to even say that?”

You notice the way he slowly floats closer to the dragon, the way his eyes keep subtly taking glances at the beautiful creature. Wait… Could it be that he’s making all this commotion because…?

“Gojo-san…” Your eyes flicker back to him, noticing the slight stagger in his flight. “Do you want to get on too?”

“Hah?! What makes you think that I wanna get on?”

“…do you not want to? You look excited to try…”

Suguru’s eyes flit between you and Gojo’s as he listens in on your conversation.

“Hey, Weird Bangs.” The Six Eyes user was making a beeline straight for him, hands tucked into his pockets as his lanky form made himself the object of Geto’s attention.

“For the last time, it’s Geto Suguru.” Suguru can feel a vein pop as he replies, hand nearly crushing the can in his hand as he faces the approaching sorcerer.

“You ever thought about learning some manners?”

“You’re strong, aren’t you?” His question was completely ignored as Gojo’s blue eyes regard him. His patience is being tested.

“What are you trying to imp-“

“Show me.”

Suguru had walked away after that, purposefully bumping shoulders as he strides past. But with your question… He kinda gets it now.

Gojo’s still impudently floating in front of his dragon, crossing his pompous arms.

Geto gives in.

“Get on.”

(Gojo never flew so fast.)

He sticks his haughty nose up. “I’m only doing this because you offere-“

“And hang on, or else you’ll fall off. I’m not catching you.” Geto had implied for the white-haired sorcerer to grip onto the dragon’s mane. What he didn’t expect was the arms that looped around his waist, and the aura of an excited child surrounding the new classmate behind him as he practically jumped onto his spirit’s back.

(Satoru was practically jolting from excitement.)

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Notes:

Gojo Satoru finally remembers your name here.

Gojo blushed when you complimented him because he’s used to others praising him for his eyes… Not him.

He would’ve definitely been able to catch you in time, but he chose to play around a little bit to see just how much you trust him.

Geto and yourself realized that Gojo had a strange intrigue with the cursed spirits Suguru commanded, and wanted to interact with them more than anything. (How childishly cute.)

I imagine first year Gojo to be a lot more meaner, as I imagine he was materialistically spoiled rotten, and isn’t used to asking for things when he’s always been simply handed them.

“Your dragon was cool.”

“Thanks… I guess.” Geto’s eyebrow is slightly twitching from irritation once he reaches the ground.

“(first name).”

“…yes, Gojo-san?”

“Let’s do this again.” His eyes flit to Suguru. “You’re invited next time too, I guess.”

He pauses for a moment. “Suguru.”

[ozziethegreat]

I must know!!! What do you think killer and color do for fun? Are there any particular hobbies or activities you hc for them, either separate or together?

HIIII TY FOR THE ASK xP

Firstaval I rlly like the headcanon that Color goes on walks and hikes all the time, and I think Killer could tag along and they’d just be out for hours, doing whatever :3

I also think color would run around and pick up trash and he’d force killer to come with him to do something good for once (guys idk if picking up trash will make up for the many people he tortured and murdered but yeah)

They should also go on road trips by themselves or with their kitties. Maybe bring the rest of the epic trio or cross along as well.

one of my personal favorites is the idea of Killer fostering kittens (and also other animals perhaps).. it’d be good for him to take care of something that’s alive and not like torturing it to death /j he should babysit Zorox as well and do stupid stuff like putting makeup on him to make Delta angry . He’d probably pamper the hell out of that dog

Since Killer was rlly into collecting souls when he was with Nightmare, I think he could practice collecting other things as an alternative because obviously he can’t just run around and take people’s souls without permission. Either Color would help him find a way to do it safely or he’d just get him into collecting other things. Maybe he’d just get him a bunch of books to read on the subject of souls instead. Anything to stop him from being a little menace 😭

Besides that, I think Color would like arts and crafts, crocheting and knitting specifically, and I believe I’ve said before that he would make a lot of his own clothing. Maybe he and killer could go out scavenging every once in a while and he’d find fun stuff to use in his crafts.

anyway my brain has been completely empty all day so this took a while to finish 😭😭😭 I’ve been brainrotting on cartoons , forgive me..

Now I need to run off to finish some prizes and also draw Colorkiller fluff again

[jessicanjpa]

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A snippet from this chapter of 1935, in which Rosalie is getting to know a fellow engineering major. This is her first time going to college. Edward POV.

"Edward, for once, could you just leave me alone?"

Rosalie twisted her arm, breaking my grasp. Is it so bad that I want to have lunch with one of my classmates? You know I won't let it go anywhere.

"This is a bad idea," I growled as George walked up to us the second he entered the dining hall. He was frowning at me.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, lowering his voice. Oh, come on.

"No, my brother was just leaving," Rosalie said through her teeth. Get lost.

George relaxed visibly. I turned to him and crossed my arms, giving him a silent, menacing stare.

Good thing he's her brother… wouldn't want to have THAT for competition. "Well, let's go," he said to Rosalie, brushing past me. I followed them in and stood right behind them in the line, much to Rosalie's annoyance. George handed her a tray and gestured for her to step in front of him. The three of us passed through the line silently, loading our trays with the awful-smelling food. I wondered if it smelled any better to George; it seemed a little nicer than the fare at the high school, but I wasn't really the best judge of that.

As soon as George had paid for their food, Rosalie quickly walked over to a tiny table with two chairs. If you're going to be annoying, at least be annoying across the room. I frowned at her and went to sit alone at a similar table about fifty feet away.

Rosalie picked up her fork and started poking at her food, chattering away with George about the quiz. It was obvious he had found it difficult, but he was trying to hide that fact from Rosalie.

"He only got seventy percent of them right," I muttered, knowing she could hear me.

Rosalie ignored me; if anything, my interference seemed to be egging her on. She combed a delicate hand through her hair, smiling to herself when George's heart rate sped up. She folded her hands under her chin and leaned forward. "Oh, well, enough about engineering. Tell me about yourself, George. Where are you from?"

My fork clattered on the table in frustration. This was getting ridiculous.

George gladly talked about himself for most of the lunch hour, occasionally asking Rosalie questions about her own life, which she answered smoothly. She took special pleasure in pointing out that I was actually a year older than her, but had been held back while I was in foster care. "It's not that Edward isn't intelligent," she said cheerfully. "It's just that he was a little immature back then. He cried all the time."

George snuck an anxious glance over at me. "He's not your real brother?"

"Well, he is now. Carlisle and Esme adopted both of us eventually. My father was a brain surgeon up in Pennsylvania. He and Dr. Cullen were close friends. So when my parents died in the accident, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen adopted me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea. Do you miss your parents?" George asked. And why isn't she eating anything? Maybe she's nervous, too.

She shrugged. "Not really. I was only three when it happened. But tell me more about your family."

I stood up abruptly, carrying my still-full tray past them on my way to the trashcan. I purposely bumped into Rosalie on my way. "Stop messing around," I growled under my breath.

"I take it back," Rosalie said loudly to George. "He's still immature." George smirked up at me, encouraged by our banter.

"It's too bad you have plans tonight," he said wistfully.

"Well, I suppose I could reschedule them. It was only a family thing, anyway. Maybe we could—"

My glass shattered in my hand, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. I quickly stuck my finger in my mouth, wincing at my "cut." After a moment, the conversations around us resumed, and I headed back to Rosalie's table, pushing my way through the crowd.

George was leaning forward conspiratorially, speaking quickly before I could reach the table. "Really? That's great! Could I pick you up at six?"

Rosalie hesitated just briefly. "That sounds lovely." She reached over and scribbled our address on George's napkin.

I finally reached them. "Let's go," I said sternly. "We don't want to be late for English." I picked up Rosalie's tray, quickly sweeping up George's napkin onto it when he wasn't looking.

See you tonight, Rosalie mouthed to him as I pulled her anxiously away. The human just grinned, reaching down for his napkin. He frowned when he realized it was gone.

My smug smile disappeared when I heard his next thought; he didn't need the napkin. He had already memorized our address.

.

.

.

We got to English with two minutes to spare. As soon as we sat down, I turned to my sister angrily. "That was idiotic, you know, even for you. He could tell you weren't eating. And I can't believe you gave him our address!"

"What was I supposed to do?" she hissed back. "Tell him I'd run over to his house?"

"You're not going anywhere! You are going to cancel the whole thing when you see him later."

"No, I'm not. And besides, I don't have any more classes with him today. And it's not like we really had plans tonight."

"Rosalie, if you don't cancel it, I'm going to tell Carlisle."

Now she was getting angry. "Go ahead! He'll probably tell you to mind your own business."

I snorted. "I doubt that."

She leaned in closer, talking at vampire speed; the professor was entering the room. "Just because you don't want any friends, doesn't mean that I don't. I just want someone to talk to."

"Why can't you talk to a girl?"

"You know there aren't any other girls in my major. I'll just go on this one date, and that'll be it. And you had better not follow me."

"I'm not following you, because you're not going," I whispered back. The professor began his lecture and we turned our eyes to the front of the room. Rosalie focused intently on the lesson, but she shot me one last thought before blocking me out.

I just want to be normal, Edward. Can't you understand that?

[smallestapplin]

May I have headcannons for more Alpha! Grimsley? Like sfw stuff for his omega? And what about nsfw when his omega is in heat? I cant stop thinking about alpha grimsley non-stop since reading ur post.

Finally, I can pop off. I love you for giving me an excuse to be like this.

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- Grimsley is loving in his own way, he’s like a black car boyfriend, he wants affection on his own terms, but wants you drowning in his scent.

- Speaking of scent, once you get passed his expensive cologne, his scent is deep and rich, like a deep red wine, a spice of ginger, and amber, it’s a thick scent, one that lures you in.

- He’s very slow getting into a relationship with you, he’s not what most think when they hear ‘alpha’ but he doesn’t really care. At first he thinks your interest in him is purely for mating, which he isn’t totally again, but he’s more surprised when you actually want to get to know him.

- Grimsley isn’t aggressive, or entirely protective, but he can be, and can be very possessive. He doesn’t like it when other’s ignore the scent coating you, and try to shoot their shot anyway.

- He’s always touching you, with an arm around your waist or hips, even letting you wear his scarf. He sasses those who try to get to you, and if that doesn’t work, he’s not afraid to snarl and show why he’s your mate.

- He’s still very much a menace to you, holding thing out of your reach, just so he can ask for a kiss.

- No matter how long you two are together he still flirts with you, like laying it on THICK.

- New people will confuse him for an omega, just because of how much you two are on each other and your scent rubs off on him. He can’t help that he loves his mate so much!

- Very attentive, especially during your heats, he will stock up in nesting material, food, snacks, water bottles, he gets a mini fridge and puts it in your shared bedroom, just for easier access to it.

- Blanket thief, especially if it smells like you, and he often sleeps on your side of the bed too, just to have more of your scent, so you may have to boot him from it. He can’t help it, your scent is so soothing and comforting to him.

- Acts like you’re the clingy affectionate one, when in reality this man falls into your lap, demanding your constant attention and love.

-🔞

- 🔞NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

-🔞 18+ ONLY!🔞 (blood mentioned, but not at all described.)

- massive tease, he loves edging you, mostly so he can taste you longer, but he will overstimulate you if you cum before he allows it. It’s a win win in his book either.

- He’s not lying when he says your scent is intoxicating, as he offers to do laundry a lot, just to take deep sniffs of your dirty underwear. He also does this when he’s between your legs, going down on you. He will take the deepest inhale of your sex before slowly dragging his tongue over it.

- Your heats are his favorite things to deal with, just the smell of it has him losing his mind. And Grimsley loves taking care of you during them, fucking you stupid and full, just to watch his spent drip out of your quivering hole.

- Even when he fucks his knot into you, he will still grind deep inside you, just to make you cum and milk him more.

- You will not be leaving your nest without every inch of your skin covered in his mating marks. Your neck, chest, thighs, especially your inner thighs, will be covered in hickies and bite marks.

- Loves it when you mark him back, he’s scratch him! Bite him! Draw blood! He wants more, he wants all of it.

- He’s your mate as much as you’re his.

- Degrades you, but always calls you ‘his’ first.

“Fuck…mmm, look at my slutty mate, all spread for me.”

Grimsley smirks, cooing at your blissed out form, as you try to grind back against him. His blue eyes nearly glowing with desire.

“My good little whore! Such a good mate I have.”

Your loud whines go right to his cock. He’s sure this is exactly how both of you were suppose to be.

“You were made for me, made to take my knot- fuck!” Grimsley growls, tossing his head back as your hole clenches around him.

“P-pleease! Fuck me, want- want your cock, fill me! C-can’t take it anymore!” Tears roll down your cheeks, feeling your mate push his cock deeper into your already cumfilled hole.

“So greedy, but who am I to deny?”

Your heat is certainly one of his favorite things.

Next to you smothering him with your kisses, but that will be for later.

[hanniejji]

bottle of memories

[ father!diluc ragnvindr x child!reader ]

summary: diluc brings you a bottle of memories shared between him and your mother.

notes: a very late weinlesefest fic oof, and a rare fluffy phoenix scenario lmao | m.list

words: 1258 | warnings: unedited lol wrote this as work

"y/n?"

you teared your eyes away from your book, meeting diluc's eyes from the door to your room. gently, you set your quil aside.

"yes, dad?"

"are you," his voice trails off at the end, eyes not able to meet your confused gaze as he turns his head to look at the side.

this is so unlike him, you thought.

"is there something wrong?"

"are you busy today?"

"eh?" you quirk an eyebrow in confusion.

why is he asking me this when he's supposed to be the busy one between us? you pondered, watching him cough behind his hand out of bashfulness. i thought, as the winery, he's supposed to be busy at the weinlesefest?

wait, is this because of me?

your eyebrows pinched together in concern.

"i'm free for the rest of the day, dad," you push yourself up from your study table, approaching his form at the door, "is there something you want to tell me?"

"yes, i—" diluc pauses, releasing a deep sigh and shaking his head.

"seriously," you whined, irritated at the way he's drawing the conversation, "just tell me what it is. you're scaring me."

"apologies, it's nothing bad really," chuckling, diluc smiles at your annoyed look.

there's a weird sense of comfort that he gets whenever you express yourself without hesitating, like you used to a few years ago. a visible evidence of having fixed the misunderstandings between the two of you. you're not as reserved as you used to be. slowly, you started to act more like… yourself, in front of him.

and he couldn't ask for anything more better than your comfort.

"would you like to join me for the day?"

"what about the weinlesefest?" you quirk your head, "isn't the tavern going to be crowded with people for the whole week? not to mention—" a finger slightly scratched your chin in thought, "you're releasing a new mix specially made for the festival and you're opening a stall in springvale today."

diluc watches you ponder in amusement, "and?"

"what do you mean 'and'?" your hands rest on your waist in an act of sterness, before a loud gasp escapes you.

"what?"

"i cannot believe you're ditching your work!" you point an accusing finger at diluc, "you have piles of paper in your desk—no, don't deny it, i was the one who delivered those papers! and you're setting aside all of those!? who are you and what have you done to my dad!?"

diluc couldn't stop himself from grinning at the way you're scolding him, shaking his head at your accusations before sighing a little dramatic, feigning offense. times when you act like this really reminds him of your mother.

"i can't believe my own child is accusing me of inefficiency, have i not done well in my previous endeavors?"

"don't gaslight me!"

"anyways," he clears his throat—ignoring your offended gasp, "nevertheless, of course i would choose to spend some time with my only child over my work. those can wait," he gingerly pats your head, "i have something more important to show you."

your voice gets caught in your throat, unable to form a comeback to his words. you are still not used to your own dad prioritizing you over anything else—he always has, just not in a… proper way, for the lack of better words—thus always rendering you speechless when he makes it known. have you received such treatment when you were younger, maybe you could've said something witty in response. just anything to turn the table against your sometimes menace of a father. instead, you're left looking like a fish out of its tank before choosing to pout as your last defense.

"you win this time."

"i always do," he smiles smugly at your defeated glare before turning to exit, "well then, shall we go? you did say you were free, did you not?"

"okay okay!"

diluc fondly watches you go about your room, grumbling about the 'inconvenience' he had brought upon last minute. something that your mother used to do when she was still alive.

"ready, dear?"

you perk up, jacket thrown over your shoulders and standing alert—imitating that of a soldier.

"uh huh!"

you were, unfortunately, not as ready as you thought you were.

"this is…" your voice trailed off, confused eyes staring at the stone tablet in front of you, hands almost trembling when your head finally registered the name engraved into the stone.

here lies our beloved lady, wife, and mother.

lady ragnvindr.

you've never been to your mother's grave before.

the grass around it is properly trimmed, a few buds of dandelions growing behind the stone. reaching over to touch the engravings, the surface cold and smooth to the touch tells you that it's been taken care of very well. a paper bag was placed right beside the stone, someone's been here before you.

for reasons that are still not clear to you, your lips tremble and the back of your eyes starts stinging with the onslaught of tears.

"your mother used to dream of spending the weinlesefest together, just the three of us," diluc kneels beside your unmoving form, the smile on his face melancholic yet deep in his heart, he knows he has learned to accept the truth and the present. had he not done so, he wouldn't be able to gather the courage to take you to your mother's grave.

taking a deeper breath, he reaches for the paper bag right beside the stone and takes out its content—'it' being a bottle of unlabelled wine, the purple liquid inside sloshing as he passes the bottle to you.

wait, to you?

"what's this for?" you turn the bottle around in your hand. finding nothing written, you look up to diluc's soft eyes questioningly.

"you're mother and i made that in her second trimester," he chuckles at a memory, "she wanted to give you this despite my reasoning that you would be too young to drink it even if it's ready for consumption. alas," he sighs fondly, "she won the argument. as she always does," he turns to give you a teasing look, "you don't seem to inherit her victorious chain when it comes to arguments."

"rude," you huffed, sending him a glare before looking down at the bottle in your hand, "can i open it?"

"of course."

"can i… drink it?"

"dear, you're too young for that," he ruffles the top of your head affectionately, "maybe in a few more years, hm?"

"hmp, a shame," you uncapped the bottle, bringing the top to your nose and breathing in its strong scent. you scrunch your nose and backed away, "archons, that's old."

"it's as old as you are, dear."

"is it grapes and sunsettia?"

"indeed," he nods approvingly, "there's a few other fruits your mother had mixed in but it's mostly those two."

in a hushed voice, the two of you casually discussed the contents of the wine with diluc sharing your mother's thoughts on each fruit. it somehow felt comforting to spend time with your father in front of your mother's grave. it makes you feel as if you're spending time with her as well, the mental images of your mother that you've seen in pictures flashing in your head, imagining the sound of her voice and her gentle smile.

"can you tell me more about her?" resting against diluc's shoulder, you fiddle with the bottle's cap, staring right at your mother's name engraved on her grave.

diluc smiles at this, one arm over your shoulder.

"of course, my phoenix."

[suicidalslasher]

ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ : ᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʟ

Part 1 of 4. I was going to post the whole thing as one huge story but I'm reworking some details and adding more to the plot rather than just porn w/o a plot, y'know? Heh~

Anyways. Enjoy the beginning. No smut in this chapter. It's literally just a beginning / introduction.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy it. ~~

Female reader. She & her pronouns used.

"You do realize this is called the 'Murder House' for a reason, right?" The boy asked with a lopsided smirk, cocking his head aside as the smirk on his face grew wider and more mischievous by the second.

"What are you, suicidal or something? Only people with a death wish would step foot on this property."  He continued. 

"So, what's your reason?" He looked at her like a predator would before tearing out its throat and devouring its very flesh, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he moistened his lips.

The girl was immediately surprised because she hadn't expected anyone to be here.  

She had heard noises like hushed whispers and labored breathing, she had even heard scratching against doors and floors creaking while she wasn't even walking on the tiles... 

She had heard some strange noises, this is true; and she had caught glimpses of shadows on the walls and what appeared to be a person in the corner of her eye. 

However, when she turned to see if anyone was there, she found no one.  

Therefore, when he had appeared - practically coming out from thin air - she was a little taken aback.

She felt hot, embarrassed, and terrified, and her mouth hung open as a result. She hoped he wouldn't report her for trespassing, landing her in hot water. 

Especially because, contrary to what her classmates had claimed  of the place being vacant and abandoned and the place looking rather empty -  he might actually reside here. 

Once again, the girl  - named (Y/N) -  had heard unusual noises, but she hadn't come across a ghost nor had a ghost crossed her path. 

(Little did she know.... that the boy in front of her was actually one of those spirits.)

"Oh, uh.. I just.. I was dared to come in here." She explained, sheepishly. She figured there was no reason to lie. 

"A dare?" The boy said, scoffing. 

"That's the oldest lie in the book, sweet-heart. What's your real reason for being here?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as he waited for her answer. 

"I mean, no one in their right mind would actually enter this place, especially if they value their lives." The boy paused, his smirk broadening into a wide, menacing grin.

"Unless, of course, they actually don't value their lives. Is that it?”

"Well," She stopped in her tracks, the heat on her cheeks growing hotter.

"I'm honestly not sure.." (Y/N) answered, finally. "I didn't think the stories of this place being haunted were even true..." She continues, slightly cringing at her own words.

The girl hated the fact she was here in this situation. She knows now she should've never come here... though, it was too late to back out now. 

It was too late to escape. Somebody had already acknowledged her being there and he was looking at her with eyes so dark they almost appeared black and empty. 

A dark, sinister chuckle escaped the boy's lips, filling him with a profound sense of glee. 

"Oh, but they're more than true." He admitted. The mysterious boy then took a step closer, leaning in as if he were about to whisper something to her. 

Instead, he hissed, nostrils slightly flaring as he spoke:  "This place is a lot worse than you've been led to believe, babe.”  He then took one final step back, his smirk returning to his face when he saw her reaction.

"Now, are you going to tell me why you're really here," he asked, "Or do I have to make you beg for it?"

"No, really—it was all for a dare," She admitted, taking a deep breath in and then exhaling it through her mouth. She then bites on her lower lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

(Y/N) was making every effort to calm down and prevent a full-blown panic attack from happening.

"I'm a newbie around here," She explains. Embarrassed, and only getting more and more flustered with herself and her actions that have led her to this very moment,  (Y/N) cast a downcast look, eyeing her scruffed up sneakers. She didn't wish to meet the boy’s haunting gaze. 

"I just wanted friends, but I don't think those people really wanted me to be part of their group or to have me as a friend, anyway.  They probably wanted to see me suffer." Regretfully, she sighed. 

"The only thing I wanted was a friend." (Y/N) murmured. A look of genuine surprise crossed the boy's face. It was clear that the girl had caught him off guard. 

"Really?" He finally said, his eyebrow raising.

"You seriously let a bunch of idiots pressure you into coming here? What's your name?" He asked as he extended his hand out for her to shake.  "I'm Tate.”

"Yeah, it is a bit of a stupid reasoning now that I truly have taken time to think about it, huh?" She laughed a little as she wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve. 

"It's just... I've never had friends before and this time I really thought if I put on a brave face and shed some confidence, maybe I'd get some..." She sighed before giving the boy a soft, small smile. 

"Tate.. it's nice to meet you. I'm (Y/N)."

Tate's expression softened at her response. There may or may not have been a hint of pity in those dark, soulless eyes of his. A smile spread across his face, the kind of smile that did not belong to him. 

A twisted, mocking, almost animalistic grin. 

"A 'brave face'" he repeated, "What's brave about giving into peer pressure? If anything, that just makes you look weak. That makes you look more like a coward than anything. I could help you with that, though, you know..." he said, his tone turning into a slow, seductive purr.

(Y/N) shudders at the sound of his voice. His voice was low and menacing, sending a shiver down her spine. 

There's something in the back of her mind that's telling her to run away, to run and to never look back. Expect... she didn't. 

Instead, she looked at the boy with curious eyes, tilting her own head aside as she gave him a smile that spread from one ear to another.

"Really?! You'd help me?" She asked, not knowing what kind of devilish and sinister actions he had beneath that own smile of his. 

"Thank you, Tate. Truly. What would I have to do?" She wondered.

"What do you think you have to do?" Tate asked with a sinister smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously as he watched the girl from the corner of them. 

"Why don't you find out? C'mon. Follow me into the basement." He said, wrapping his arm around her waist and walking towards the staircase. He stopped for a moment at the bottom step, his smile broadening again. 

"Are you ready?" he asked before adding, "Do you trust me?"

(Y/N) didn't really know anything about the boy because she had only recently met him, which was to be expected. 

She yearned desperately for both friendship and attention, though. She smiled at Tate and nodded, oblivious to the butterflies that began to flutter in her stomach as soon as he had put his arm around her waist. 

As he led her to the basement, she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, "Yeah, I trust you."

A malicious grin spread across Tate's face. He just couldn't stop smiling. "Good." He said, his grip tightening around her waist. "That's so good to hear." 

With a quick tug, Tate dragged (Y/N) into the basement, pulling on the string light once they reached the floor of the cellar.

"Did you tell anyone else you were coming here?" He asked, his voice lowering to a deadly hiss.

"I need you to be honest here." He said, his eyebrows narrowing into thin lines. "Because if you told anyone, we're going to have a very big problem." 

"Only a few people are aware that I'm here, yeah... However, I believe they most likely left," She explained, staring up at him with her brow raised and a look of confusion on her face.

"They said they'd wait for me outside, but again, they probably left... I was supposed to stay here all night." She disclosed.

"Then, in the morning, if I had lived - their words, not mine -  I would have become a member of their friend group, which again, I know now that's a terrible reason to trespass." She groaned in shame, shaking her head as a feeling of utter disappointment washes over her.

"I've always been a loner, as I said. I merely desired attention and to at least have one true friend." Admitting these words made her sound even more like a loser, even more foolish than before but... (Y/N) couldn't lie to Tate.

For some odd reason, she just couldn't lie to him. (Again, other than the fact, it was still a possibility he could get her into some serious trouble.) 

Tate sighed loudly, looking at the girl with visible annoyance. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. You didn't think this through at all, did you?" he said, his eyes narrowing into a deadly stare as he glared down at her. 

"You really trusted them? Reallllllllllllllllly?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcastic condescension.

"You're a fool. You're going to get yourself killed if you keep making mistakes like this." Tate snarled, glaring at her again. 

"You're lucky that I found you first."

"I didn't know there was anyone here... As I mentioned earlier, I'm new to the area and assumed they were just making up stories to tease me and get a scare out of me," She disclosed.

"I didn't think, you know, that such things as ghosts or demons existed or that there was an actual evil in this house. However, I could feel it as soon as I walked in and I knew...." 

When (Y/N)  finally met Tate's eyes again, she inhaled deeply, once more ignoring the way he made her heart pound rapidly against her chest. 

"I'm seeking vengeance. Please guide me on how to be courageous and  brave... I wish to punish them. Please?" 

“Revenge?” Tate said with a deep, throaty, growl. His grip tightened around the girl's waist and, pulling her towards him, he sneered, “I can do much worse than that, sweetheart.” Tate said.  

“I will show you true revenge,” he said, his breath hot in the girl's face. “And it will change you in ways that you could never, ever imagine.”

As a wave of heat swept over her, her breathing quivered in her throat. 

"I'm... I'm so fucking sick and tired of being frail and helpless. I've had it with people taking advantage of me... Please, enlighten me. What should I do? What all must I do?" She questioned. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, once again repeating the words he had asked earlier. 

“Do you trust me with your life? Because you are going to have to in order to get what you truly want.” Tate said softly,  his words dripping with malice. 

“You have to promise me. You have to promise me that what you're about to do is what you really want. Because there is no turning back from this.”

"Yeah..." She answered. "I trust you." She hadn't realized what she was getting herself into the moment that sentence leaves her lips.

 "What do I have to do?" She repeated.

Tate smiles at her words, a maniacal grin spreading across his lips as his eyes harden and his grip grows even tighter around her waist. His arm then drops from her side, allowing her (to her dismay and disapproval) to go free. 

Tate takes a few steps towards the wall, his face twisting into a wicked expression as he comes up with an idea, a plan of sorts, as he then turns around, his orbs were still dark as they poured into her (e/c) eyes.

"You must promise to do exactly as I say, no questions asked. Is that understood?" He inquired, the sinister grin growing as he awaited her response. 

"Do you promise?" (Y/N) wasn't sure exactly why she trusted him... but a part of her did. 

She nodded and gave him a smile, showing that she wanted this. She wanted this more than anything, actually.

"Yeah, yes... I promise."

Tate smiles back at her. 

"Good girl." His words are quiet and malicious, they continue to send shivers up and down her spine. He looks off and chuckles deeply before replying, "This house is going to be our playground. And all those who have wronged us... are our playthings."

He then looks back at her, eyebrows knitted together and lips pursed with one another. 

"Do you want true revenge?" Tate asks her. 

"And you sure this is what you want?" He asks again.

With a wicked, almost devilish grin spreading across her own face now, warmth radiated from her very core as she did so. 

"Yes, I do, I swear. I want this. I.. I need it." She replied. 

 (Y/N)  was experiencing something within her, but she was unsure of what it was because it was a feeling she had never experienced before.

But whatever it was, she liked it. Because of Tate,   a sense of empowerment was running through her veins and filling her blood. 

“You must be willing to do some very dark things.” Tate began. 

“Are you positive that you are ready for the path that I am offering to you? Are you sure that you are ready to make deals with the devil?” Tate asks. 

“Because once we go down this path there is no going back. Do you promise that you are ready to commit to this? Do you realize that once you do agree, there is no backing down? You do understand all of this, yes?” She nodded, almost eagerly.

(Y/N) was tired of being bullied and casted aside. Was tired of being walked all over and hurt, as if she didn't matter at all. 

"I.. I swear to it. I'll follow whatever rules you give.  I'll be there behind you, I promise. Show me your ways, and I'll follow your lead, Tate. No matter what." Tate hummed with delight as he licked his lips in an almost seductive manner.

"So eager, always so willing and quick to please, huh? I like that. I will definitely have to keep that noted.”  His tone was filled with twisted, psychotic delight and the giggles that swept past his lips only made her feel even more uneasy, if she were being totally honest.  

 "That's what I like to hear." Tate said, the smile widening across his face. 

"You will not be disappointed." Tate promised, his tone taking on a dark, raspy purr as his eyes flickered with a cold, maniacal light.

"I will show you the path to true vengeance, and the people that you want revenge on will suffer greatly." He promises, his words dripping with venom.

"Thank you, Tate." She said with a genuine smile on her face.

"Really, thanks a whole lot. It means a lot to me that you're doing this.. I hope by the end of all this too, we can be friends?" She asked, hopeful.

 (Although, if she were being honest with herself, she hopes that by the end of all of this, she can be someone he's proud of... someone that he won't want to let go... She may or may not want to feel his lips crashing against her own.)

"Of course," he promised. "We will be friends as we carry out our revenge against those who wronged us. We will be more than friends. We will be partners." He said slyly, a hint of pink clouding over his cheeks.

"It is going to be a dark and dangerous journey but together I know that we will be unstoppable." He announced.

She was experiencing a wide range of emotions, but happiness predominated. She had a friend at last.

Thanks to Tate, she would also be defending herself.

She would no longer be the weak or fragile (Y/N) (L/N) that people came to know.

No, instead, she was going to be brave, confident and strong.

"That sounds good," She retorted with a sly grin. 

"Where do we start?" Tate smiled back at her, his dark, soulless eyes glimmering with cruel delight. 

"First, we need some tools." He said with a malicious smirk, taking her hands into his, giving them a squeeze.

"You know, knives, saws, and all sorts of tools to make those that wronged us - those that wronged you - regret the day that they decided to bully you. Let's show them that there are consequences to their actions, alright, partner?”

It was then that she realized what he was hinting toward, what they needed to do to seek out their revenge on those that wronged them... 

A shiver went through her. She just assumed they'd pull a prank on them.... give them a really good scare... 

Once again, she was a bit oblivious... Tate had a darkness to him; that much was obvious. (Y/N)  would have to be blind to miss his aura's ominous darkness.  

There was, however, a tiny part of her that was almost in awe of it. She wanted to do anything for him, even if it meant getting her hands dirty and maybe even bloody...  

As soon as she had entered this house, every ounce of decent empathy and humanity had left. 

She was beginning to grow darker, a monster, much like Tate himself. The weak and fragile thing that once had been  (Y/N) (L/N) died the moment she stepped foot into the 'Murder House'.

[demvalhaken]

I really want potato chips

Idk why but Dem has a gap tooth… It’s literally only because I also have one… damn

BTW, my Lilith post flopped so HORRIBLY. Like, I know the title was kinda weird and silly, but :(

Wouldn’t it be silly if I just had an entire folder on my Procreate dedicated to fuckin’ Dem Valhaken because she’s just a slay queen?

Ughhhhh… I wish my Lilith post did better tbh… but at least you dudes beat Tiktok by one like!

Rambles: I’m genuinely craving like a nice awesome sandwich, especially from Firehouse Subs, like dude. THOSE SANDWICHES ARE… Idk good I guess…? Have you ever craved potato chips? Weird… I really want chips… like I’d die for them right now… Hope this doesn’t mean anything!!! *nervous laughter*

Btw, how tf do people have the heart to draw NSFW of their own sonas? It’s literally you, kinda, sorta, little, tiny bit! I would never draw anything like that of Dem, genuinely because I love her too much.

Little rant (Idk vent or something): I beat myself up about coming out about Br00m3. Maybe I’m not really the victim but more of the opposite. I’ve basically lost everything there is to have. I have no relationships anymore other than my online friend Purpsie. I feel like a jackass and a creep. I stalk my friend’s pages, looking at every single thing they post… I wish I could stop but I can’t… I miss my old life, I miss the old me, I miss everything. I have nothing left, I am empty husk that was once Dem herself. I live on my own dreams and hopes, that are too good to be true but I want to believe that one day people will love me. I am clingy, insecure, harsh, and come off as a dick. I should’ve kept my mouth shut about Br00m3, then I’d have a chance for a reconnection. I put so much passion into my art and then I go back to feeling horrible and tired. I’m trying, guys, I’m trying. Even though it’s a shitty attempt, I’ll keep posting and drawing for you. I genuinely love what I do and I’m always proud of my creations, you guys are also a part of what keeps me posting :) Sorry for getting sappy, had to get it off my chest, but I love my followers

Okay, anyways, I’m hungry, stay a menace to society and I’m getting sucked back into the void!

[ambrosialdesire]

HIII POOKIE A RANDOM THOUGHT JUST APPEARED IN MY BRAIN, SO HEAR ME OUT. YANDERE REINER BUT THE AOT HIGH SCHOOL VERSION. LIKE IDK WHY THAT APPEARED IN MY HEAD BUT JUST IMAGINE

ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THAT ATTACK ON TITAN JUNIOR HIGH ANIME SPINOFF OR THE DRAWINGS THAT ISAYAMA MADE OF THEM IN HIGH SCHOOL??

i'm gonna go with the drawings that isayama made cause the junior high one is MIDDLE SCHOOLERS LMFAO ANYWAYS yandere reiner in high school is a complete menace, esp since he's on the football team AND considered the school's king (according to the drawings and bc isayama is reiner's number one fan besides me, we're sharing the spot).

ALL CHARACTERS MENTIONED ARE 18+ AND ALMOST GRADUATING SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL OKAY NOW THAT WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT, LET'S GET INTO THIS ASK

reiner's not a super senior, i fear that is unfortunately jean BUT TO OTHER SENIORS ALRIGHT LET'S ESTABLISH THAT AGAIN LOL (we do not support gr**ming of minors here no siree), but he does do the "where's my hug at 🤪" shit and he's a known fuckboy + bully. his bullying is a bunch of taunting and emotional manipulation since he doesn't want to lose his shot for nfl fame + the scholarships that are already giving him a full ride, and who's gonna believe who? the popular jock with a bright future or the weirdo nerd that doesn't talk to anyone?

that's another thing too, how come he can't stop thinking about that stupid nerdy girl that he was forced to partner with in their us government/economics class? he didn't even notice you in the class either until that project, now finding how your nose scrunches whenever you're completely focused on researching a little cute and how he found you looking up at him nervously when presenting causes his heart to flutter a little too much. because of this, reiner is now searching for you in every class, period changes, lunch periods, your route home, where your address is, which room you sleep in, etc. he rationalizes it as him wanting to know why you make him feel this way despite not even trying to get into his pants, when every girl he's messed around with jumped at the opportunity when given.

you on the other hand, found him completely off-putting and frightening even. like how is he finding you in areas you thought that were hidden from the others and why is he, the jock that everyone wants and likes, talking to you out of all people? you probably think he wants to bang and leave, but nah, he wants YOU as his wife. when he actually asks you out, you think he's doing it as a joke and a dare so you reject him and try to ignore him even further, but reiner is known to not take rejection well and straight up tells everyone that you guys are actually dating. he even shows up to your address and introduces himself to your parents as your boyfriend, and he's so charming and likeable that they actually approve of him dating you.

you don't know why he's doing this and how tf did he know where you live???? reiner just tells you that he loves you and isn't this natural for him to do to express his undying love for you as your bf, despite how much you've told him that you're not into him and you barely know the guy but you know how close you are to reporting him and getting a restraining order for the creep. that's great and all, but he just bought a ring and he's not taking another no for an answer after graduation.

[dissvicious]

I feel like the triplets would fit perfectly into a tweet I saw ages ago but can’t find anymore that goes as such:

Picture showing about 3 to 4, I forgot how many, identical twin boys and their lone little sister in the middle, all smiling for the camera. Description: this family had three identical triplets and one normal little girl 😊

Comment directly under it: The guy who’s gonna cheat on her in about 15 years is about to get a confusing as fuck beating.

Like, that’s the vibe I get. Imagine you’re a guy who just broke up with his girlfriend, who wasn’t that hot anyways, that one girl he’s been seeing behind her back is so much cooler and also has cash, and next thing you know you’re stopped in a dark alley by two redhaired, menacingly grinning clown guys, one with a baseball bat, one with a weird contraption that looks like a grenade launcher.

“… So you thought you could cheat on our sister?”

((And after they have beaten you within an inch of your live you get home and your new girlfriend slaps you across the face and breaks up with you because your weirdass ex contacted her and told her EVERYTHING about you))

Immensely charmed by the possibility of sudden clown mugging

thank you soooooo much for this!!

two things :

I actually thought about it. Despite being the latest born of the clown litter, Skye really has a big sister attitude toward her two dumbass brothers. Picturing the "THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES" meme, you see? (oh I have to draw this....) BUT I actually like to think that when she starts to date - ergo shows vulnerability, perhaps for the first time - the tables are turned. Partly because Rory and Blaze deeply love their sister - each one with their own way to be weird about it. Partly because they're AFRAID of her. so, following your exemple, picture this: the person is facing two menacing clown figures..... who immediately fell on their knees and start to whine "PLEASE GO APOLOGIES" "SHE'S TAKING REVENDGE ON US" "SHE USED CONQUEROR HAKI AND FORCED ME TO SMOOCH RICHIE ON THE MOUTH - mm, Blaze, let's be honest, that's not the haki, that's the strange booze you stole from the hold." the POTENTIAL. anyway if someone one day ever dare to break her heart for real, they would have the whole clown family on the back. which is... not the most impressive sight ever but still!

I ... forgot what my second point was while I was writting because I'm DUMB. pretend I said something funny please

anyway - HAVE A NICE DAY ♥

[luimagines]

I had a little idea, imagine if the hero of courage reader met the chains reincarnations (animal) or ghost as a kid and grew up through their advice as well as gained bits and pieces of the chain’s era. Like casually dropping an embarrassing thing that one of the links did and realizing how a machine/ object worked before the others do. (Ghost legend teaching hero!reader how to be on their toes and teaching some easy magic spells or maybe an older wolfie (could be centuries old, who knows) playing and protecting them from danger until hero!reader is old enough to protect themselves.

It depends on how old hero!reader is but I’m going with the idea of at least a 10yr old based on what I’ve put

Ghost time could be a menace with the cuccos and teach hero!reader how to fly with them for a bit, probably teaching them about the

Wars would help them practice with a wooden sword and guide the proper way to hold it but will also read to them if asked (I live for older brother wars headcannon sue me/j)

Sky would most likely take naps and tell the small hero about skyloft as well as the loftwings, explain the sword on his back and fondly talk about fi, maybe throw in a few stories about himself and his friends to calm them down a bit

I feel like Wind would play pirates with hero! reader and get them in all kinds of trouble that’s it, either that or actively get them to sail in a small pond nearby or get them to build a tiny boat (that’s absolutely not made of paper and lots of tape) to see if it’ll float

Wild and Hyrule would probably help them explore more and have fun that way while also keeping them safe (and even make friends with a few fairies); Hyrule being the most protective because “holy shi- how do I not let them die” or him delving into his insecurities and thinking the kid is bored and wants to leave only to be proven wrong when they ask what the fairies are saying/doing with a giant grin on their face

Legend would try to be protective and/or leave them alone, at least until hero!reader reaches out to him and drags him off on an adventure around the house/ village (it only lasts until hero!reader gets hungry and has to go home)

Four would most likely teach hero!reader about the Minish / Picori as well as explain what happened to them, probably showing them how to find kinstones (igf they’re around in hero!reader’s hyrule)

First would probably be awkward around hero!reader for a bit or at least watch over them while they play with their toys until hero!reader looks at him and offers to play/ draw with them

If hero!reader sees the master sword for the first time and reaches out, I feel like one of the chain members would try to stop them (leaning towards time/ wild) so they could live out their childhood and have fun a bit longer

This kinda stemmed from my thoughts from a few posts of work with a few of the ghost Zelda’s and links meeting and talking to Flora and Wild mixed with a fic where wild encounters the ghost version of the chain and meets with them when the events of linked universe take place, same with reading through the “little link” tag on your blog mainly based off the second and third reasons. Anyway have my little brainrot

(If it’s okay, can I be bird anon if there isn’t one already? If there is I could be mushroom anon if it helps)

Bird or Mushroom work! Very few anons actually have given a tag for themselves so it's all for the picking. (like- there's Avi anon but if you just wanna go by Bird, then that works)

And oh my goodness, Ghost! Chain looking over Reader. My heart...

I bet it freaks out the village though. They chalk it up imaginary friends until little Reader knows something in history tat others haven't been able to figure out despite the clues.

But just... I want soft moment of the Chain looking after the next generations... even if they know there's nothing they can do to stop the flow of time- even if the moment to take up the mantel comes before either of them know it.