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sonolynn · 2 days

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Thou Shalt Not Covet.

summary | Aemond loved her first, and it would be Aemond who loved her last.

pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Fem!Reader

tags | infidelity (cheating), cussing, alludes to smut, mentions of drinking, whores etc (normal Aegon things), typical Targcest, jealous and possive Aemond

w.c | 1.2 k

note(s) | This is my first Aemond fic! I haven't read the books, and have only seen the show so if Aemond is ooc then I'm sorry!

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She was his. By the way of his mind she belonged to him. His brother, first to everything and last to nothing, got everything Aemond wished he had. The iron throne, the crown, her. The marriage between her and Aegon was strictly political; there was no love, no affection between the two. If Aemond was honest with himself he liked that, liked how her affection could be saved and harboarded for him only.

Aegon had his spoils. He had bastards, he had whores, he had wine. He did not need her, nor did Aegon particularly want to have her. But Aemond did.

Because of Aegon’s particular disdain for his wife, the times that she was left alone and in the confines of her chambers were more than not. On these nights, Aemond would find himself climbing up the stairs, his hands shaking slightly, and his mind racing as the guards opened the door and let him enter his niece's chambers.

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“Uncle.” Her voice rang out over the fire in her chambers, and Aemond felt his heart rate pick up. She held a book in her lap, no doubt trying to wrap her mind around the philosophies written into the texts. Aemond felt himself shiver lightly, the sound of her voice seemingly always doing things to him.

He said her name softly, and he smiled to himself as he walked over to sit next to her. She smiled, her hand wrapping around his and her voice soft.

“How do you fare?” That is how all of their nights began. The light conversation of “how do you fare?” eventually led to her bed.

Aemond’s eyes caressed her skin, his hands worshiping her body as his voice sung praises of her victories over his mind, soul, and body. He would not ravish her like his brother did, no. He would worship and glorify her body before him as if she was a temple, he would exalt her pleasure to the highest of highs before he even thought of his. Aemond treated her like a goddess, and she was reminded of this every time her name fell from his lips and his seed spilled inside of her.

When he would finish he wouldn’t leave her to clean up on her own, or fall asleep. He would kiss her body softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back as she came down from her high. He would hold her until she fell asleep in his arms, and in the morning he would wake, admire her body and her face that still shone in the glow of intimacy, before he would dress and leave.

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She liked the garden. She, truthfully, adored the garden. It was, she thought, the only place where she would be free from listening to the moans of Aegon’s whores and the drunken laughs that would escape his lips.

She found solace in the way the leaves swayed in the wind, the way the sun shone lightly through the cracks of the trees. But, what she truly waited for was Aemond. Once his duties were done he would come into the garden, and they would walk, and talk with one another for what felt like hours.

On this particular day, the two walked and talked about nothing in particular-just how both of them liked it. But, a pair of seething eyes followed the two as they walked. Angered and betrayed, Alicent turned and walked away.

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When Aemond entered his chambers later that night, he was met with the burning gaze of his mother. His face remained stoic, and he slowly started to take off his belt that held his sword.

“Mother. I did not expect you.” He spoke, his face illuminated by the fire as he sat in a chair, getting comfortable. His mother stood, standing in front of him as she glared down into her son's stoic expression.

“You do not hide it well.”

“I do not know what you speak of, mother.”

Alicent gave Aemond a look, seeing straight through his stoic expression and hardened gaze.

“You know what I speak of. You covet what is rightfully your brothers-”

“Rightfully?” At these words, Aemond stood, glaring down at his mother with a complexed expression. “She is not rightfully Aegon’s. She is not rightfully the crowns-”

“She is his by law,” Alicent got right into her son's face, her hand pushing against his chest as she spoke. “By the law of the seven kingdoms she is his! You cannot parade around the castle, promenading as if you are an enthralled teenage boy courting a noble girl! She is married-”

“You do not think I know what she is, mother? You do not think I see the ring she wears, or the name she bears now as a continuous tie to my brother?” The pain etched into the cracks of Aemond’s voice were subtle but not unnoticed. The way he spoke of his brother's wife with so much undignified and raw emotion made it clear to Alicent what he truly felt. Despite herself she sympathized with her son, trying to take his hands in hers as she spoke.

“I understand, Aemond, how you feel. But you cannot go about so shamelessly coveting your brother's wife-the queen!”

Aemond roughy pulled away from his mother, a sharp look hidden behind his amethyst eyes as he spoke.

"Do not speak to me as if my sorrows where your own!" Aemond seethed, pulling back a few paces as he glared at his mother, “Aegon is no husband! He may be my brother-my closest kin but he does not know how to properly care for her as I do. I know her mother, I know her wants, her desires, I know her more than Aegon has ever even tried to comprehend so damn all the gods and fuck Aegon because I would soon rather feed myself to Daemon’s dragon then let a man like Aegon sew his seed into her and ruin the beautiful women that the gods have given to me!”

The words coming out of her son’s mouth shocked Alicent. She never knew him to be so passionate about something-someone-so fiery as, gods be good, his brother’s wife.

“Aemond she was never yours-”

“She was,” his voice dropped and he stepped closer to his mother, breathing down as he glared, “The gods gave her to me, they made her for me! Her body was made to fit with mine, her soul was mine to know! Mother, it was all for me! But you? You are the one who gave her away to my brother. You are the one who took her from me.”

Wishing for no more of this, Aemond turned, feeling himself breaking a little as he went. He knew he would never be hers, that she would never truly be his.

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“You are troubled tonight.”

She knew him better than he knew himself. Aemond’s head rested on her lap, her hand gently stroking through his platinum white hair. He breathed out slowly, his thumb idly stroking her knee.

“I am thinking, sweet girl.”

“I know that you are thinking, I just wish to know what it is you are thinking about.”

At this he went silent. He knew no matter what lie he told her that she would always know the truth between the lies. So, instead, he sat up slowly and he gripped her cheek, kissing her softly. As if the words would be lost, and the meaning behind them burned. He made love to her like she was truly his, like she was his wife. As if..she wasn't even able to be coveted.

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alchemistc · 1 day

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Tommy, still a little uncertain despite Evan's very obvious and frequent heart eyes, despite Evan's frequent reassurances, despite the feeling curling under his own ribcage. Tommy's dated a baby gay openly twice before and been subjected to the pain of a partner tucking him away, or a partner more interested in the scene than anything genuine, Tommy who remembers all his time in the closet and how hard he'd had to work to pull himself out and keep himself out.

Tommy who thinks "he's adorable, this will be fun" and cuts a date short for both of their benefit because he doesn't Want That anymore.

Tommy who agrees to meet for coffee because he does feel a bit bad about the closet comment, he does genuinely like Evan as a person, trying to convince himself he'll be good when Evan says thanks but no thanks, I wanted to clear the air so you can stay friends with Eddie, I actually don't know how much I like men.

Tommy who says yes to a date to a wedding and suddenly has a screenshot of Evan Buckley's calendar open on his phone, gaze darting through his own plans to find time in between to meet - next Friday he's out with some of the harbor guys, but he could probably tell them his plans changed - but no, bc they'll know something and he's not ready for them to know something. Tuesday Evan has his niece, but maybe Tommy could bring them dinner? (Christ Tommy Slow Down).

Tommy who takes Evan to a trendy gay bar expecting him to at the very least soak in the experience, even if he's not actively checking out every hot guy (and girl) in the place, only Evan is So Invested in whatever story Tommy is telling him that it actually takes him an hour and a half to realize this isn't a run-of-the-mill dive.

Tommy who takes Evan to brunch expecting him to maybe hit on a server or the cute girl in the sundress across the patio (unfair, Tommy, you've seen literally zero evidence he's like that, except Tommy's still testing the waters and this is still very New) only Evan is critiquing the technique of this chefs pain perdu and gently coaxing a server over because he noticed Tommy's Bloody Mary was running low (They're Bottomless, Tommy, I'm not saying he's bad at his job I'm just saying it's busy and we should get our money's worth out of these bottomless drinks).

Tommy who is startled every time Buck grabs his hand in public, or presses a kiss to his cheek, or leans his forehead into Tommy's jaw with a huff of laughter like he's Enchanted by Tommy's dry humor.

Tommy who forces himself to remember once, twice, three four five times that this is new for Evan and he shouldn't push it, until he maybe forgets that he was testing Evan, a little. Unfair, again, but he's not sure Evan actually noticed.

Until some time after the wedding date, a night out turned hot and heavy in the elevator up to Evan's loft, they're giggling and grabbing handfuls of ass and when Evan slips inside the loft and presses Tommy to the inside of his door and sucks a mark into the skin of his collarbone (he noses aside the open neck of Tommy's Henley so it's not visible without some work, which Tommy appreciates) and darts a gaze up through his eyelashes and asks Tommy if he's passed all of Tommy's tests.

"I haven't --."

"You have, but I get it, Tommy you took me to a bar full of eligible queer people and I was so distracted by you it took me two hours to notice that guy hitting on me every time you went to the well to grab us drinks."

Yeah, he'd noticed that too. A lot more quickly than Evan, apparently.

Tommy who's never really dated someone so Into Him before having to reassess a whole bunch of things about himself and his comfort level with intimacy and pda and lovelorn looks sent in full view of strangers and friends and coworkers because despite best efforts to keep his expectations reasonable he's being romanced and Evan makes it feel effortless to accept it and respond in kind.

#bucktommy #tommy kinard

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daosies · 3 days

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my sunshine

kaji ren's biggest weakness? you.

kaji ren ♡ gn!reader

warnings: physical touch (holding hands, hugging, etc.), not proofread (beware), manga spoilers

note: I LOVE U KAJI REN

requested by: anon

"that one second year dude's a freak," sakura states, leaning his back against the school chair. "he was ruthless against keel. and still, he manages to just shrug it off."

"you mean kaji-senpai?" nirei asks, genuinely confused. "he's notorious for his behavior back in junior high—he'd beat everyone and anything up if he was even the tiniest bit upset."

"huh? why's he not like that anymore?" sakura sits up, his elbow resting atop the desk. "he seemed to be talking 'bout something with the head. not like i was paying attention, anyway..." sakura trails off, turning away. his ears are bright red.

for what reason, anyway? everyone seems to think. still, they opt to remain silence. for sakura's own good.

"it was partially because of hiragi-senpai, who took kaji under his wing. but it was mostly because of [surname]-senpai."

sakura perks up. "who?"

"who are you confused about? hiragi-senpai or [surname]-senpai?" suo chimes in, a pleasant grin on his face. sakura stands up, his face bright red.

"[surname], duh! i know who hiragi is, okay?!"

"oh, that's a surprise... one thing about sakura-kun is that he sucks with names," kiryu suddenly says, feigning ignorance to the way sakura yells various profanities at him.

"[surname]-senpai is..." nirei looks around, as if afraid kaji will suddenly appear to silence him. "... kaji-senpai's lover. at least, that's what everyone thinks."

sakura turns bright red, his limbs becoming stiff as a tree. "huh?!"

"i've heard that, too," suo agrees. "apparently, kaji-senpai becomes a different person around them."

nirei nods. "i haven't seen it for myself, but kaji-senpai even takes his headphones off when they're around! isn't that crazy?!" his voice is still just barely above a whisper, his hands coming to cup around his mouth out of fear that kaji is lurking around the corner, ready to strike.

but sakura is still hung up over one thing:

"l-l-lover?!" he stutters out, fanning his face. "lover?!"

"so, kaji!" umemiya exclaims, wrapping his arm around the boy's shoulder. "i heard [surname]'s comin' back from tokyo! you must be excited, huh?"

kaji's eyes go wide with shock, his mouth hanging slightly agape out of utter shock that umemiya knows you, who doesn't even go to bofurin. you, who doesn't even live in makochi anymore—you moved to tokyo for high school.

he shudders. how did he find out?!

"sorry, it slipped..." hiragi says regretfully, one hand up in apology. kaji ducks away from umemiya's grip—resisting the urge to punch him (it's in his dna)—while his hands reach instinctively for his headphones before checking the time on his phone.

you're almost here. he glances over at hiragi, who seems to already know what he's about to ask.

"go ahead, kaji." hiragi pats him on the back before lowering his voice, his tone becoming lighthearted. "remember to get them flowers, too."

he huffs before glancing away, his ears becoming red.

"whatever."

rather than flowers, kaji knows you'd prefer a couple candies and his headphones. being your childhood friend comes with the perks of knowing you, after all.

he runs to the subway (even though walking will get him there in time) and waits at the station that you'll get dropped off at (even though you haven't told him which one, yet), because kaji knows you.

he knows that you always book the afternoon bus, so the ride always gets off at this specific station. he knows that you like to sit in the back, so he waits at the far end of the platform, his hands stuffed into his pockets while fiddling with the lollipops inside.

the bus arrives, and kaji can see the back of your head in the window. you stand up, dusting yourself off before tugging your bag over your shoulders.

kaji knows you; so he takes a couple steps back from the bus door—that just so coincidentally stopped right in front of him—and trusts you to find him. crowds of people come in and out of the subway, and as you filter out, your gaze immediately locks with kaji's.

he can't hide the smile that forms on his face, his lips tugging with irrevocable joy.

"ren!" you exclaim, and oh, kaji feels his heart ricochet against his ribs, its yearning spilling from its vessels. you crash into him like a meteorite—bright, radiant, wild, and kaji catches you without a second thought, his arms wrapped around your back, tugging you closer towards him.

you enter his atmosphere, and everything burns. his heart constricts, stuttering manically, while kaji feels his face become impossibly warm.

"you're so dramatic," kaji mutters, still refusing to let you go. he cages you in his arms for a couple seconds more before, reluctantly, allowing you to wiggle out of his grip.

"well, you look like a maiden waiting for a soldier to return home from war," you reply, grinning. "i'm the soldier, by the way."

kaji scoffs before grabbing your bag, swinging it over his shoulder before taking his headphones off, his touch gentle as he rests it over your head. already, your favorite songs are blasting from the muffs, as if kaji was listening to them long before picking you up.

(he was, in fact, listening to them long before picking you up. he often listens to your favorite songs—it soothes the reality of your absence. just a little.)

"gimme one of your lollipops, too," you say, despite not being able to hear the sound of your own voice; kaji can tell by the way you speak a little louder than usual.

he hands you a lime-flavored lollipop, and you blink at him owlishly, dumbfounded.

"how'd you know i wanted lime?"

he shrugs. "you're the only one who likes that one."

"now, that's not possible!"

you're right. it isn't possible—because kaji likes lime, too. but he doesn't know if he likes lime because you like it, or if he genuinely enjoys it.

because he's always trying to incorporate parts of yourself into his mannerisms, kaji can't tell if he likes lime because of its flavor, or because it's you. you're lime, and he likes lime.

still, it doesn't matter. he always saves the lime flavor for when you return, and when you're with him, and when you eye his pockets with that look of yours. you don't have to ask, because kaji always knows when you're craving a lollipop.

it just comes naturally to him, he supposes.

while you enjoy the lollipop and music, kaji takes your hand in his, feigning ignorance to the heat rushing to his face and the queasy feeling in his gut. he spares you a brief glance, relishing in your existence, before forcing himself to look away. he doesn't want to get caught.

kaji doesn't really know when these feelings started. did he always like you, from the moment you came into his life, piercing through his atmosphere? or did he like you in junior high, when you were the only one who saw him as a person, when you were the only one who wasn't afraid?

maybe it was when you left, and kaji realized the sheer impact you made on him. maybe it was when you left, and kaji felt the outline of your existence engraved onto his bones, trickling down to his marrow.

it's hollow.

"hah?! we have to replace kaji's spot on patrol just 'cause he wants to go off for no reason?!" sakura yells, furious. "why didn't he tell us earlier, huh?! and that's so damn irresponsible—"

"hey, this isn't for no reason!" nirei tries to explain, flailing his arms around the air for emphasis. "he's off with... with..."

"[surname]-senpai," suo interjects, finishing nirei's sentence. sakura stiffens up immediately—his love sensors are going off the rails—while his face reddens, his two-toned eyes growing wide.

"w-with [surname]-senpai?! ugh, whatever!" sakura stomps out the room, his steps harsh and unforgiving as his hands reach up to his ears, covering them in an attempt to hide their color.

when sakura, nirei, and suo head out for patrol, the last people they are expecting are the infamous [surname] and kaji. just as sakura's about to confront kaji for giving up his patrol last minute, nirei holds a hand out, as if trying to stop sakura from interrupting such a quiet moment.

immediately, sakura's face blooms red. again, his love detector is going wild.

although the trio can't hear what kaji is saying, they can see the way he tugs the headphones on your head—his headphones—down to neck level, his brows furrowed slightly.

"he's mad they're not listening to him," nirei interprets, squinting. sakura and suo exchange glances, wondering how he can tell.

you open your mouth to say something, a teasing grin on your face. and that's all that takes for kaji's expression to ease, his brows beginning to relax whilst a hefty sigh escapes his lips, as if he's tired.

but kaji could never be tired of you, and even when you add a couple remarks afterwards, he smiles a little, his finger coming up to your forehead before giving it a flick.

"tch. that was weak," is all sakura says. it's odd, how kaji ren—the crazy fighter, the one who singlehandedly took down keel's leader—can be so gentle, so tender with his touch.

how is it possible for him to treat you so delicately, so lovingly, when he's a naturally rough person? he's jaded, his features hardened with his expereinces and yet, when he looks at you, everything melts away. kaji looks different, like he's a whole other person in your presence.

you rub your forehead sorely, a frown etched onto your lips. although it's obvious you're just pulling his leg—to the trio, at least—kaji seems to fall for it. his eyes widen whilst his hand comes to your head, anxious.

again, all you do is say a word or two, and kaji's expression relaxes instantly. he crosses his arms, unimpressed with your jokes, before trailing after you. even when staring at the back of your head, there's a look of adoration dripping from his irises, illuminating them like the moon.

(the moon can only ever shine because of the sun.)

kaji is a reflection of you, a mirror of all your mannerisms, all your traits. kaji is a reflection of you, he takes everything he loves about you—everything—and makes it his own, engraved into his very bones.

"fine," is all sakura says, shoving his hands into his pockets harshly. "we'll take over his patrol or whatever."

"i thought we were already doing that?" nirei asks.

"well, this time, for sure! ugh, i guess we'll let him spend time with them. not like it matters, or anything!"

suo laughs. "did you feel the love in the air, sakura?"

"shut up!"

#wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #kaji ren x reader #kaji x reader #ren x reader #wind breaker x you #wind breaker x y/n #wind breaker x gender neutral reader #kaji ren #ren kaji #ren kaji x reader

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coff33andb00ks · 1 day

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Until You - Part Three

charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri f1 smau with intermittent scenes

Summary: they drive vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right?

Warnings: language, smut (18+ only)

ynyln has added to their story

[caption: local guide gets lost / best guide ever / fun fact: Oscar sings when he's taking pictures of someone]

"This is so beautiful," y/n said once she'd made her way back to Oscar. She couldn't stop looking out at the view. "If I lived here I'd want to come up here every day."

Oscar chuckled, nodding as he handed her phone back to her. "I moved here recently and the other day was my first time coming up here. I think it's gonna become a regular thing, though."

"I bet it's gorgeous at sunset."

He nodded, sipping his water. "Have you seen the sunset over the water yet?"

"Not yet. Is it nice?" Spreading her jacket on the rock, she sat down, wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as possible.

Oscar hummed, sitting near her. "It's quite lovely."

"I'll make sure to see it before I go." She wondered if he would want to see it with her. If she was stupid for thinking there was some sort of connection between them.

"Maybe we can see it together." He looked surprised that the words had come from him, and she was further charmed by the faint blush staining his cheeks.

"It's a date," she said softly.

He sighed, and she felt the weight of it roll away from him. Propping his arms on his knees, he cleared his throat. "I'd like that."

"You like being away from it all, don't you?" she asked suddenly, unintentionally mirroring his posture. Resting her cheek on her arm, she watched his face as he considered the question.

"I like peace and quiet occasionally. To remind me of who I am." He shrugged.

"Me, too." She looked out at the sea.

"Do you get to get away from it all? Ever?"

"Not as much as I'd like," she admitted. "I love my life, Oscar, I do. I love that I'm blessed and privileged enough to be able to do something I love and see the world while doing it. And I get a high that can't be matched when I'm able to stop singing and hear words I wrote sung back to me by thousands of people. But I sometimes feel like I always have to be 'on' you know? Like—"

"Like you can't be yourself, or worse, losing who you truly are," he finished.

"Exactly," she whispered. "And for two years I was under even more scrutiny."

"Were you miserable the whole time?"

"Not at first. I think it was a year ago that I realized we were just pretending. In my heart and head I broke up with him then, and that's where a lot of my angsty songs came from for this tour." She sighed. "But you don't want to hear—"

"I do," he promised gently. "Rolling in the Deep?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Wrote it after we had a fight where he threatened to leak my nudes."

"Christ," Oscar groaned. "Anti-Hero?"

"All things he said were wrong with me."

He shook his head, looking out to the sea. "What a fucking cunt."

"It doesn't hurt as much as it did," she admitted.

"It made for some great music, but I'm truly sorry you had to go through that," he said. "No one deserves that."

"Thank you." She watched him watch the city beneath them. "Why do you have to be reminded of who you are?"

"Same as you I reckon. I'm able to do something I love and see the world and I'm so grateful for that, but… Sometimes I feel like it's a dream and it's all gonna be snatched away." He looked at her. "Youngest driver on the grid and all, you know? And I started later than everyone else, so sometimes I worry that I don't have enough experience."

"Like you're faking it," she guessed.

"Exactly. And I'm under scrutiny because of my age, because I did so much before getting here, and…" He sighed, shrugging slightly. "What if I don't meet expectations?"

"So you still think you have to prove yourself?"

"I don't think, I know I do. I haven't had a win yet. The sprint, but that doesn't count. I'm only ever right behind."

"You'll get there."

"You think?" he asked.

"No, I know you will."

They sat in silence for several moments, and she was aware of the time quickly slipping away. Far below she could see Monaco coming to life for the day and clung to the peace on this little mountaintop.

"Who did you write Enchanted for?" he asked.

Her heart thrummed violently in her chest and she followed a boat with her eyes as it pulled into the harbor. "Someone special."

"Ah."

"Has there ever been anyone you admired? That you didn't know but you knew of and you built them up in your mind?"

"…Yeah."

She could feel his eyes on her but she kept her gaze on the harbor. "He's that for me. And I was worried that it would be like it sometimes is, where I'd meet him and it would be a letdown. But… It wasn't. I was… Enchanted. And I'm only more so every time I see him."

"Does he know?"

"I hope he does," she whispered.

"He sounds like a lucky guy."

"I don't think he thinks he's lucky. Pretty sure he thinks he's worried he won't meet expectations," she murmured.

He was silent for eleven seconds. Y/n knew because she counted them, each one feeling like an hour. And then… "What about Charles?"

"He's enchanting too, but in a different way."

"Y/n?"

She swallowed hard and slowly turned her head to look at him.

"I built you up in my mind, too."

"Was it a letdown?" she asked, too scared of his answer to exhale.

"I wouldn't be here if it was," he said in a rush.

She awoke as soon as his alarm started. Behind her he sighed, pressing his face tighter against her neck. When she reached for his phone he groaned, catching her hand and holding it to her chest. "Charles… Time to get up."

"No," he sighed.

"It's quali day," she enticed, slipping her hand free and stretching to silence the alarm. He didn't budge and she laughed softly.

"I like it right here."

She was still a little surprised that he hadn't even attempted to have sex the night before. After their talk he'd kissed her sweetly then given her one of his shirts to change into. Then, he'd held her. He was still holding her, as he had all night.

"Ten more minutes?" he whispered.

Y/n nodded, because she did love the comfort of being in his arms. She contemplated setting a timer just in case they went back to sleep, but felt his lips against her skin and understood he didn't want ten minutes more of sleep. His hand slid down and he huffed softly when he felt Leo curled up in front of him.

"Five seconds," he murmured against her shoulder, and she could only giggle softly as he sat up, smoothly pulling Leo from her and sliding out of bed.

She rolled onto her back to stretch, squealing when he was almost immediately returning, lying over her and catching her in a gentle kiss. Stretching her arms above her head, she arched then reached to help him shove the covers away. "Charles," she gasped, legs falling open for him.

He nuzzled her neck with a soft groan, pulling back and leaning away to yank open the nightstand drawer. He was back in seconds, drawing her into a series of kisses that had her growing warm. His fingers trailed down her sides then back up, sliding his shirt up, pulling away long enough to slip it over her head. "Si belle, mon amour."

His hands were everywhere, making it impossible for her to focus on them as they stirred and spread heat, lips meeting hers again when a hand slipped between them. She tried to mirror his touches, felt his cock pressing against her thigh while his fingers traced her slit.

Deepening the kiss, he shifted, slipping the condom into her hand then bracing his hand beside them. His fingers teased briefly and he chuckled breathlessly, lips moving to her ear as he rubbed along her slit, working up to her clit. "So sensible," he whispered after she cried out softly.

"Sensible… Sensitive?" she whispered, her meager French falling apart as his fingers worked her clit so expertly.

"Oui… Une si bonne fille." He nipped at her earlobe and she felt him smile while her hips lifted, pushing tighter against his fingers. Her body flooded with heat and he moved his fingers harder, moaning the words over and over as the wet sounds grew louder.

"Don't stop," she panicked when she felt him leaning back. He gently shushed her, fingers hard and fast on her clit, licking his lips as he looked down. "Fuck, Charles—"

"Yes, ma bonne fille," he encouraged. "Cum for me, hm? Let me hear you."

She was almost ashamed of how quickly she came once he said the words, her hips lifting off the bed as she screamed for him. His fingers eased while she trembled, then slid away, his hand gently gripping her hip. One breathless kiss later his hand slid over hers and she hummed, reaching to help him put on the condom.

There was a brief fumbling as he settled between her legs, his hands running up and down her legs. He breathed in to speak, but she only heard Leo's soft whine from outside the bedroom door. Charles exhaled harshly, head dropping to her shoulder when she giggled. "Fuck, Leo."

"Sorry," she kept giggling, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"Will your Oscar be jealous too?" he murmured, and her laughter stopped at once.

"He's not my—" She gasped, head falling back, as he entered her.

"I don't mind sharing." He spoke directly against her ear, hands gentle on her thighs, fucking her slow.

"Really?" She was surprised but wasn't, and she wished he'd told her this when he wasn't buried inside her, because that made it a little hard to think properly.

"Yes, mon couer," he moaned, lips pressed to her ear. His hands gripped her thighs tightly as she arched and whined, his lips dragging down her neck when she threw her head back.

"Charles," she gasped, tightening her hold on his hair. He lifted his head, chuckling softly as he leaned to meet her lips with his.

"Again, amour." One hand shot up, gently cupping her throat as he thrust harder.

"Oh my god," she squealed, digging her nails in his back.

"Is good?' he whispered and when she gasped out a yes he kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries. The world seemed to stand still while his lips and tongue worked hers with perfection, thick moans rising up his throat. Her hands moved up and she mirrored the tenderness he was showing her, lightly running her fingers up the back of his head, other hand gently cradling his cheek. Squeezing her eyes shut, she let out a sharp cry as she came. And could only gasp into his mouth, hands trembling, as he came a few moments later.

Finally she recognized the ringing in her ears as her phone going off with texts. Groaning, she tried to focus Charles and his sweet kisses, pouting a little when he pulled out.

"You are too popular to have your ringer on," he teased, grabbing her phone off the nightstand and setting it next to her. "Tell her we're getting ready."

She nodded, stretching and humming before picking up her phone. Like him, she assumed the texts were from her assistant. Unlocking the phone, she sighed as Charles stayed over her after throwing away his condom. He must have felt her tense when she read the texts, because he made a questioning hum, sitting upright.

"Not y/bff/n?" he asked.

She sighed, turning the phone so he could read the texts. He scoffed, muttering rapidly under his breath in French and Italian and though she wasn't sure what the Italian was she knew the French and agreed with him calling her ex a crybaby bitch.

"Send him a photo."

About to block the asshole, she stopped, staring up at him. "What?"

"Send him a photo, mon couer."

Without thinking, she snapped a picture of Charles, enjoying his warm laugh while she cropped it and sent it to Justin. She showed it to him and he only laughed harder.

ynyln

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ynyln: I'm at the age I can date you or your dad 💋 📷: charles_leclerc

↳landonorris: is this some secret lyric I don't know? ↳ ynyln: not everything is a lyric, lando ↳landonorris: it usually is with you ↳ ynyln: I'm not that bad ↳landonorris: great photo by the way ↳ynyln: thank you sweetie ↳oscarpiastri: amazing shot. Glad you got to see the sunset. Did dad scare you on the yacht? ↳ynyln: no he was very careful. You were right, it was quite lovely. You'll have to come with us next time ↳charles_leclerc: you're always welcome ↳oscarpiastri: it's a date ↳user3: wtf is going on am I the only one who's confused ↳charles_leclerc: can you? ↳ynyln: depends on the dad ↳landonorris: now I'm confused ↳ynyln: go back to your own comment thread

ynyln

Liked by charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri, scuderiaferrari, and others ynyln: Winning one's home race is special. It's more symbolic and emotional than all the other podiums throughout the season. Over the years I have watched grown men cry over the "hometown boy" – and shed more than a few tears myself. But this time, it was extraordinary. Congratulations, Charles. The so-called curse is broken. It was a privilege to meet you, but an honor to get to know the man behind the visor. C'est incroyable, mon amie. ❤️🤍 ↳charles_leclerc: Merci, mon beau porte-bonheur. Tu es incroyable. (liked by author) ↳ ynyln: I'm not a lucky charm ↳ charles_leclerc: for me you are ↳ user3: our girl's fallen again 🥺 ↳ oscarpiastri: so incredibly proud of dad ↳ ynyln: he's proud of you too ↳ user6: wait what if her post about "you and your dad" was about oscar and charles? ↳ user7: ok grandma let's get you back in bed

ynyln

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, mclaren, charles_leclerc, and others ynyln: My favorite driver has become one of my favorite people. Your drive and passion are inspiring. You are amazing and I hope you know how proud Team Piastri is of you today. My tears were just as much for you as that other guy. Thank you for letting me tag along and annoy you with my singing and bad jokes. Pain au chocolates on me tomorrow. (Maybe no hike though?) 🧡🧡

↳ oscarpiastri: You're one of my favorite people, too. And I'll always say yes to pain au chocolate with you. 🧡 ↳ynyln: Ergo I'm blushing ↳landonorris: Team Piastri?? 😒 ↳ynyln: Don't be jealous ↳mclaren: Your paddock passes for Canada are being delivered tomorrow ↳ ynyln: 🙏🏻 ↳charles_leclerc: that other guy is proud of him too ↳ ynyln: ur boy did good 🥹

ynyln

liked by georgerussel63, oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc and others ynyln: Some favorite photos from Monaco week. Amazing doesn't cover it. Thank you, scuderiaferrari, for welcoming me into your fold this week. This week healed me in ways I will never be able to describe. Tagged: charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri, landonorris, georgerussel63, lewishamilton

↳scuderiaferrari: You are always welcome to our garage, YN. Truly an honor making your wish come true! ↳landonorris: I'm tagged but there's no photo of me? ↳ynyln: um you're in the pic with Oscar? ↳landonorris: you mean my hand?? ↳ynyln: Fine, I'll post the pics I got of you sleeping. ↳landonorris: No! ↳mclaren: YES ↳oscarpiastri: It was enchanting to meet you ↳ynyln: I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home ↳user3: WHAT ↳oscarpiastri: This was the very first page, not where our storyline ends ↳ynyln: My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again ↳user4: WHAT IS GOING ON ↳georgerussel63: Blimey slide 3 is a good photo ↳ynyln: I spent the week playing my favorite game: Formula One driver or European model? ↳lewishamilton: Lunch this week? ↳ynyln: Only if you bring Roscoe ↳user5: the drivers really said "YN belongs to us now"|↳charles_leclerc: Monaco is lonely without you. Revient bientôt, chérie. ↳ynyln: compter les jours ↳user4: oh he's down BAD

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PJM2 is coming

MUSE

I literally cannot contain my excitiement.

Sitting her, at work may I say, putting these words on paper, so to speak, because f***ing hell, wtf JM?

Where to start?

The colour concepts? The choice of name? Choice of font (That JM popping to eye)? The flower? The links to TTU (notes sheet and flower)? The whole play with Closer than this? The dropped lyrics?

This man is a friggin genius (not that we didn't know this already)...

There is so much to talk about, and he hasn't even started with the promotions, and we haven't even seen the concept photos or the album and the songs. Name, colours, 2 lines of lyrics and we have our hands full already. They certainly know what they are doing.

Before I jump in, I want to, once again, state very loudly and clearly that everything written here are my opinions, which are based on what we've been handed so far, and could change the more we are shown.

So, let's get it...

JM fetching this from the purple locker (which we don't see are purple off the bat and only when the lights turn on). Notes for The Truth Untold.

His wittle thumb with his crescent moon.

The notes title : La lettra - The letter. Hmm... interesting.

And then this:

We have the flower:

and this that makes me believe that yes indeed, it is the silhouette of a Smeralso.

Some of this I am yet to see where is going. like the referencing of "the letter", The truth untold, the flower... (she says, all while thinking of the choice this Festa to stream LY Seoul final with said song and the changes that JM and JK chose to make to it)...

All that and more in one little short clip.

And then we have that little 'chat' opened up by BH, and those lyrics. Oh, those lyrics.

All references that indeed can be connected with army. I mean, that's what JM is king of.

All also a clear reference to a one Jeon Jungkook, if you are only willing to look and see.

Rain

Snow

Crying

We have this:

Which they have BOTH chose to bring up once again in 2023, JK happening to do so during JM's Face promos, not to mention the rain reference in SNTY (and of course, goes without saying Still with you, but that's back in 2020, while they have both managed to bring it up and reference it once again in 2023).

Remember this?

Oh, and what about this?

And then we have these:

Remember JM tearing up after winning MMA for BS&T ?

youtube

JM getting emotional and crying only followed by JK tearing up.

*If you haven't seen this one yet, go watch the full live.

And who can forget JK during MOTS ONE as well, seeing JM crying, distress clearly showing on his face, just waiting for the moment he can go and comfort JM.

If these are actual lyrics for a song to come or lyrics that were dropped, one thing we know, and that these words, these lines, they were written by JM, and he made a clear choice to share them with us.

And in doing so, sorry, I'm still not believing this all while sitting here gushing and knowing this was coming (no, I didn't know this specifically was coming, but the feeling that they were going big or going home, that I've had ever since July 2023... took some time and many tribulations, but we are getting there folks). Sidetracked as I always am, lol.

Back on track.... in doing so, JM is basically standing on a rooftop screaming at the top of his lungs:

Not 1, not 2, but 3 JK references in that little shared piece of lyrics clearly written by JM, for an album we are yet to see and hear.

Anyone, and I mean anyone that is a BTS army, that has seen original content, that has followed their Twitter account or seen older tweets, that are open and willing to see it, will KNOW that these lyrics are JAYKAY!!!!!

And let me backtrack a second here...

Cause I did mention that these references could be understood as if they are made for army, right?

So yeah. Army references or JK references? I am going to say both, leaning very much to the JK side of it. Cause that's how they do it. Time after time after time.

Let's mention the colour choices as well.

We have the background colours.

We have the yellow.

And then we have the album concepts.

2 concepts.

Blooming

and Serenade.

Which happens to be Yellow, same colour threaded through Serendipity.

And we even have purple thrown in there too.

Notice how all the lockers are painted purple. The colour of army you may say, but also JK's colour (so again, army and JK?).

And he's pulling out the music sheet from this purple locker.

Those lockers representing his inspiration for his music perhaps?

Giving us these lyrics, then telling us the album is called Muse (or telling us the name of the album and it's meaning and then dropping those lyrics, take your pick regarding the timing, cause basically, same same), showing us the music being extracted from those purple lockers... ya think his muse is that entity he's talking about in those lyrics perhaps (even more so if we see the references as both for army and JK)?

Rhetorical question, btw.

And then we have the mint green.

Perhaps this is what JM was talking about when he told us in his birthday live, if memory serves me right, about going to the starting point, or more so starting from the beginning trying to figure out himself as an artist?

Also, cannot help but think of this image here:

I cannot wait to see his concept photos, and where this is all going.

We talked about JK being so loud during 2023 (well, he's had his super loud moments before that, but 2023 and his lives were smoking). And JM, well it felt (and I say felt, cause it's not really true, and I'll explain why) was quieter, more subdued, especially during JK's Golden promotions.

But here's the thing.

JM and JK have their own special oh so different ways of being loud and showing us themselves (and it shows even more so seeing that JK, for whatever reasons he had for it, did not write his songs for Golden - not saying he did not have influence on the lyrics or choice of songs with lyrics he wanted). JK did it through his choices in his photo shoots and styling for his songs and album. He did it with his lives and his total fanboying over JM. And JM, he does it through his art, which includes also but not only his lyrics.

Those two are both loud as fuck. And JM, well if these sneak lyrics are a promo of more to come (which, they probably are seeing that we have Face to fall back on as an example), then he's as loud as a frigging foghorn.

And last but not least, before I go:

Lookie here...

D-31

#Jimin #BTS JM #JM #PJM2 #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #MUSE #JM MUSE #counting the days to 19 July 2024 #mark your calanders

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 3 days

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I found I enjoy the Stiles is best friends with Laura Hale dynamic. Do you have any recommendations?

Hi anon! @kevaaronday made this list for you.

Burn with hellfire in the blue light of midnight by babisays (20/20 | 203,189 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles met the Hale siblings when he was eleven years old. Now it has been six years since he lost his best friend Cora in the fire, and Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills.

Six years was a long time, so he didn't think he would ever see them again, but now he was wondering what the hell was Derek Hale doing back in Beacon Hills.

How We Serve by GrimReaperlover11 (16/16 | 53,280 | Not Rated | Sterek) Stiles is selected to become the servant to Prince Derek Hale.. however his new master gives off total 'Ima rip your throat out, with my teeth' vibes...maybe its a werewolf thing. Nonetheless Stiles hopes he can survive his new life

Sacrifice (Whatever It Takes) by adara, Swlffangirl (7/7 | 38,519 | Teen | Sterek) In which Laura lives, the Hale Pack grows, and Derek finds a peace that he'd never thought could be his. It doesn't come easy, because when does anything ever, but they've got a real shot at it for the first time since before the fire that stole their family and sent their whole lives up in smoke.

My Sister’s Boyfriend by Niecy8 (14/14 | 36,297 | Mature | Sterek) Derek loves his sister very much and is looking forward to seeing her since they haven't seen each other in a while. However, he's not thrilled that she is bringing home her new boyfriend - someone they know zero about. He will be nice but what he didn't expect was how attractive he would be.

Stiles will do anything for Laura. She's his best friend and like an older sister to him. However, this has to be the worst idea she has ever had - pretending to date one another? No one will believe it and it becomes increasingly harder to play the part when he meets her gorgeous brother.

Or two idiots slowly falling in love with each other with Laura playing a hand in it.

The Ghost of You (It Keeps Me Awake) by StaceyMarie123 (1/1 | 21,477 | Teen | Sterek) She took each step slowly, as if approaching a frightened animal that might spook any second.

“You can see me?” she asked, and her voice was higher pitched that he’d expected. It was a complete and utter marvel that Stiles hadn’t keeled over from shock yet.

He nodded and her face broke into a huge grin.

She had bunny teeth, just like her brother.

…

Or: the one where Stiles accidentally develops the power to see and communicate with ghosts, and there seems to be someone haunting their favourite grumpy alpha.

Samhain by nightlight9 (1/1 | 20,135 | Teen | Sterek) The ghost of Talia Hale has been showing up in Stiles’ bedroom on the night of Halloween for years. Normally their conversations are pretty normal. But when she shows up screaming about how her daughter is going to be killed, Stiles knows that he’ll do anything to prevent that from happening.

Platonic Absolutes by sparkandwolf (1/1 | 7,362 | Gen | Sterek) When Stiles first met Laura, there was no doubt in his mind that their soul bond wasn’t meant to be anything but platonic. He had heard of that happening, that the marks on a person’s body could mean they had a soulmate by any meaning of the word, and was momentarily disappointed that his meant a lifetime best friend.

Then he realized that Laura was the most incredible woman he had ever met. If it wasn’t for the fact she was very, very, gay, he would’ve fallen in love with her the moment she barged into his life.

A Death Omen Too Strong to Stomp Out by one-fandom-became-all-fandoms (1/1 | 6,668 | Mature | Sterek) The dream had haunted him for nearly a year since moving to New York. With no friends but his therapist to confide in, Stiles raced to figure out what the wintry orchard had to do with saving a life. Accompanied by a mysterious stranger, Derek, Stiles may unravel his psyche before it's too late.

love and soulmates by EvanesDust (1/1 | 1,747 | Teen | Sterek) Derek watched as Stiles looped an arm around Laura’s waist and laid his head on her shoulder.

“Aw, Laur, don’t be like that. You know we’re soulmates…”

Soulmates? And just like that, Derek’s heart broke. Laura brought home Stiles--perfect and delectable and entirely Derek’s type. Fuck his life because, of course, Stiles would be in love with Laura.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #laura hale #matchmaking #anon

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kpop---scenarios · 3 days

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Day Seven: Chan - Part Two

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Warning: Public smut.. I repeat, Public smut. [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1k

Previous Parts

“I just need to stop in here quickly.” You say, smiling as you pull Chan in the direction of the lingerie store.

“Y/N..” he sighs, his eyes glancing around the store, the mannequins scattered around the store wearing bras and panties made him uncomfortable.

“You.” You begin, pulling him to the waiting room chair, pushing him down. “Stay here, look at your phone, whatever. I'm gonna grab a few things to try on.” You smile, leaving him alone while you shop.

Once you're satisfied with a few different options you head to the dressing room, trying on your first outfit, but not loving it. You try on your second option, you also didn't love it. You tried on your third and instant smile. You just needed the help of your boyfriend to lace up the back of it.

“Chan.” You call out.

No answer.

“Channie!” You yell, pausing to listen.

“Coming!” You hear him pipe up, shuffling towards the room you were in.

“I need help with the back.” You tell him.

“So.. you want me to come in?” He asks, clearing his throat.

“Yes, Chan, come in.” You giggle. He opens the curtain, his jaw dropping immediately as he sees you in your outfit. A blush spreads across your cheeks as he gives you a small smirk, closing the curtain behind him.

“You need help.. with this?” He asks, grabbing the loose pieces in the back.

“Yes.” You whisper as he presses his body against your back, feeling his hard cock press into you. He lets go of the pieces, his hands roaming your body, over the fabric of your lingerie, or lack of.

“I really like this," he groans, leaning his head down, peppering kisses along your neck as his hand slides in your panties, his finger just barely touching your clit. You gasp, his other hand slaps over your mouth, pushing into you harder. “Now, now baby girl, you have to be quiet.” He whispers. His finger does circles on your clit, making your knees weak. “Think you can do that?” He asks. You nod your head, he moves his hand from your mouth. “Good girl.” He hums.

He moves his finger from your clit, making you groan. He helps you lift your leg, placing it on the stool as he moves your panties to the side. He undoes his button and the zipper of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free. He quietly pushes himself into you, his hand back over your mouth as you gasp loudly.

Slowly but harshly, and quietly, Chan pulls his cock from you before pushing back in, stretching you out with each thrust, making your eyes roll back. He reaches his hand back around, slipping it into your panties, touching your throbbing clit once again, as he fucks you.

“How are things going in there?” You hear from outside. “You've been in there a while. Do you need bigger sizes?” She asks.

“S-s-sorry.” You stutter. “I..haven't really..seen myself..like this.” You gasp. Avoiding looking in the mirror as Chan begins to thrust into you faster.

“No problem dear, take your time. Call out for me if you need me.” She says. You can hear her walk away.

“Oh my god.” You whine, throwing your head back on his shoulder.

“Look at us in the mirror, baby girl.” He groans, grabbing your chin, making you watch the two of you fuck. He watches you watch him fuck you, watches you watch his fingers rub your clit, you never would have thought it, but it was so fucking hot. Your hands move all over your body, you now watch him watch you as you grab your tits, squeezing them, playing with them as you take them out of the top, pinching your nipples. You watch as his eyes graze your body in the mirror, taking it all in.

“Fuck baby.” He moans. “You are so sexy.”

He moves his fingers in a different way on your clit making you cry out, pure pleasure radiates through your body as you can feel your orgasm building quickly. You continue to watch him slowly fuck you, but you needed him to fuck you and rub you faster, harder, you were so fucking desperate to cum. “Please.” You whisper. “Faster.”

You see him smirk in the mirror as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts, slamming into you. He is now at the point where he doesn't care who hears the two of you. You moan, a little louder with each thrust, until you can't hold it in any longer and you finally cum, clenching his cock inside you as your orgasm bursts through your body, leaving you panting. You were weak, your legs were wobbly. You take your leg down from the stool, Chan removes his hand from your panties, and you let him bend you over quickly, his cock never leaving your cunt. His fingers dig harshly into your hips as he pounds into you, desperate for his own orgasm. You watch him in the mirror, seeing the way his cock slides in and out of you, fuck it made you want to cum again.

“Fuck baby.” He groans, finally cumming, pushing himself deeper inside of you, spilling it all into you. He pants as he pulls out of you, tucking his sore cock back into his jeans. He rips off the tag from the lingerie, holding it tightly in his hand.

“Get dressed baby. Leave this on. It's definitely coming home with us.” He smiles as he leaves the dressing room. You quickly get dressed, the set staying under your clothes as you meet him at the till.

“Is it okay if I wear it out?” You ask, bit really giving her a choice.

“I think it's best you do.” She says, clearing her throat, handing the receipt to Chan.

“Thank you.” You smile, slipping your hand into his.

“I think I should thank you.” He grins. “I've always wanted to do that.”

#straykidsland #bang chan smut #chan smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #kpop smut #skz #stray kids #skz fic #stray kids fic #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz writing #stray kids writing #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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tanadrin · 7 hours

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while i think like. *inaction* born from pessimism is misguided, and the state of the world being really bad does not necessarily imply it is immutably so, and what this might say about the appropriate *emotions* is like, fuck if i know, but i think both a) the world is objectively worse than it ever has been and getting worse, this is just straightforward statistics on animal agriculture and b) somewhat more disputable but from my american-centric viewpoint the current political situation looks *really* bad, there is a serious risk of national authoritarian far right rule, like the trump campaign is openly making plans to occupy cities with federal troops and round up millions in concentration camps and purge the bureaucracy of anyone who isnt a loyalist and might object, and state governments are already becoming increasingly oppressive, meanwhile the liberal establishment is... supporting a genocide abroad, and appeasing the right by going after immigrants domestically. i think the attitude the online left takes to the world is often extremely broken but this is not that they think the world is worse than it is or they are too doomery or whatever but that like, they seem detached from actually trying to do anything about it (as opposed to Posting) i think you are being rather needlessly uncharitable honestly to people who pessimism-adjacent post at you.

the world is objectively worse than it ever has been and getting worse, this is just straightforward statistics on animal agriculture

This is an insane claim to me. Are you just basing this on the existence of factory farming + a strict utilitarian position that weights animal lives equally to that of humans?

from my american-centric viewpoint the current political situation looks really bad

Trumpism worries me too! But this is not a process immune to human influence like a roulette wheel or something. If you're in the United States, this is a thing you have the power to affect especially as the election draws nearer (volunteer, phone bank, etc.).

(I also think Biden's chances are a bit better than polls or the media portray them to be right now; the election is certainly not a shoe-in, but the polls are really weird right now, in a way which seems to be sampling bias that underrates Biden's support.)

i think the attitude the online left takes to the world is often extremely broken but this is not that they think the world is worse than it is or they are too doomery or whatever but that like, they seem detached from actually trying to do anything about it (as opposed to Posting)

I disagree. I think anybody who thinks there's no relevant distinction between Trump and Biden, who thinks we are making no progress on fighting climate change, or who thinks that the economic situation in the US is worse than it was in the 1970s has a view of the world which is wildly distorted; but these are all relatively popular claims online!

I also don't think this distorted worldview is separable from the chronic inaction. I think the doomerism is the cause of the inaction; if the only thing that would help is the revolution (which you are not organizing anyway), you have no incentive to do anything else, so you sit at home, and you post to each other about how bad everything is, and that reinforces the impression you get from social media that everything is bad and you are correct not to do anything to try to make it better.

i think you are being rather needlessly uncharitable honestly to people who pessimism-adjacent post at you.

You haven't seen my posts before I edit them to make them more polite. I am being extremely charitable, especially relative to how charitable I want to be.

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pretty-sparkle-bomb · 24 hours

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Prince Katsuki Bakugo x Female Reader

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You are now reading Part 2 of Promise! Enjoy my lovelies <3 Lemme know what your feelings were on this chapter!

Part 1 here

When you were six, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at the park. You never saw your childhood “spouse" again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country...where your wedding to the heir to the throne fifteen years ago is seen as valid.

Turns out, he's lying to you? Wait...WHAT?

If someone had told you two days ago that you would be sitting in a limousine, about to go meet a random Prince who is your supposed 'spouse' that you haven't met in fifteen years, you'd have packed your bags and moved to the other side of the world.

Well, that’s where you are right now.

The luxurious interior of the limousine felt surreal, the soft leather seats and tinted windows contrasting the whirlwind of confusion and disbelief swirling inside your mind. You glanced out the window at the passing cityscape, trying to process everything that had happened in the last forty-eight hours.

It had started with that knock on your door, the letter from Prince Bakugo, and your incredulous conversation with Momo. Somehow, you had gone from laughing off the absurdity of it all to sitting here, en route to a world you never imagined would be yours.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around it. The playground wedding and childhood games all felt like another lifetime.

Yet, here you were, being whisked away to meet the man who, according to his letter, had been waiting for you all these years.

The limousine slowed as it approached a grand estate, the gates opening smoothly as the vehicle entered. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.

The driver, a stern-looking man in a perfectly pressed uniform, pulled up to the entrance and stepped out to open your door.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the limousine, your eyes widening at the sight before you. The castle was magnificent, with towering spires and intricate stonework that looked like something out of a fairy tale.

As you stood there, taking in the grandeur, the massive wooden doors of the castle opened. A man with red, spiky hair stepped out, his expression serious yet somehow familiar. It was the same man who had brought the letter to your door, Kirishima, was it?

"Princess," he said, bowing slightly. "Please follow me."

You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and followed him inside. The castle's interior was just as breathtaking as the exterior, with vaulted ceilings, grand chandeliers, and tapestries depicting scenes of historical significance.

Kirishima led you through a series of hallways until you reached grand double doors. He paused and turned to you.

"The Prince is inside. He’s been looking forward to meeting you again."

Your heart raced as he opened the doors, revealing a spacious room bathed in sunlight. Standing at the far end, looking out of a large window, was Prince Bakugo. He turned as you entered, his intense gaze locking onto yours.

He was taller now, more mature, but there was no mistaking the boy you had once known. His hair was still as spiky as ever, the ash blond color ever so conspicuous, numerous scars on his hands, no doubt from all the battles he'd been through.

Sharp crimson eyes bore into your softer ones, it was like he was reading your soul just from the eye contact. Something like that made your heart skip a beat.

"It's been a long time." Oh, that was the one thing you had hoped he wouldn't say. Had he forgotten your name? Was this all a mistake?

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, it has."

He took a step towards you, his expression softening. "I know this is a lot to take in."

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "I never thought... I mean, I didn’t realize any of this was real."

He smirked slightly. "It's real. Y/N, you need to know why you're here." His feet shuffled. He seemed almost... nervous?

You felt a strange sense of panic wash over you. "Okay," you said softly. "Let’s talk."

Bakugo took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to explain. "Look, Y/N, there's something you need to know. That playground wedding we had... it isn't seen as valid by my people."

Your eyes widened, confusion and anger bubbling up inside you. "Then why did you tell me it was? Why did you bring me here?"

He ran a hand through his spiky hair, clearly frustrated. "Because my parents are planning to marry me off to some girl I haven't even met. Another Princess, some fuckin' extra named Uraraka."

You ignored the language that departed from his mouth, too focused on the more unbelievable part of the situation. He lied to you.

Youfelt a rush of emotions—anger, confusion, and a strange sense of betrayal. "So, you lied to me?"

Bakugo winced at the accusation. "Yeah, I lied. Not like I had a damn choice. My parents have been breathing down my neck about this for months. They think it's time I settled down and did my duty as a prince. But I don't want to marry someone I don't even know."

"And you think dragging me into this mess is the solution?" you snapped, feeling a surge of anger. "How could you do this to me?"

"You're the only one I could think of," he admitted, his voice softer now. "We have history, Y/N. I thought that if I could convince them that we're already married, they’d back off."

You shook your head, trying to make sense of everything. "This is insane. You can't just use me as a pawn in your game. This isn't fair to me, Katsuki." you seethed, crossing your arms and looking around the room. Anywhere but his face.

"I know it's not fair," he said, his tone desperate. "But I need your help. Just for a while, please. Pretend to be my fiancée until I can figure out a way to get out of this arranged marriage."

You looked at him, torn between the anger you felt and the vulnerability you saw in his eyes. "I don't know. This is a lot to ask and it was so suddenly."

"I know it is," he replied, stepping closer to you. "But I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. I need you, Y/N. Please."

You shook your head, no. "What am I getting from this?"

"Anything. Anything you want. Gold, a new house, trips to anywhere in the world. Anything." he breathed out to you, his hands cupped your cheeks and searched your eyes for a positive reaction.

You felt powerful. Having a Prince, no. The Prince of Japan at your beck-and-call was a feeling of ultimate power and you basked in it.

"Fine. But on one condition."

Your eyes widened as you stepped foot into what would be your new room. This place was humongous. The walls were lined with ornate wallpaper, and the bed, situated in the center of the room, was draped with luxurious black and red silk.

Sunlight poured in through the tall, arched windows, illuminating the room in a warm, golden glow. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting sparkling light over the room.

"Wow," you breathed, taking in the grandeur. "This is… incredible."

Bakugo stood by the doorway, watching you with a mix of relief and determination. "I told you I'd make it worth your while."

You turned to face him, trying to keep your emotions in check. "Alright, Katsuki. I'll play along. But remember our deal. You owe me, big time."

He nodded, his expression now a cocky smirk. "I didn't forget."

With that, he left you to settle into your new quarters, the door closing softly behind him. You took a moment to explore the room, your fingers trailing over the luxurious fabrics and polished surfaces. It felt surreal to be in such a place, caught up in a situation you never could have imagined.

As you unpacked your things, your mind wandered back to the events of the past few days. It had all happened so quickly—one moment, you were living your ordinary life, and the next, you were thrust into a world of royalty.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. You opened it to find a woman in a maid's uniform standing there, a warm smile on her face.

"Good afternoon, Princess!" she said with a slight bow. "The name's Mina, your personal maid. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. It's nice to meetcha!" She stuck her hand out and shook yours with vigor. It was weird seeing a maid act so friendly. She was definitely a girl's girl.

"Thank you, Mina," you replied, trying to match her happy tone. "I'm still getting used to all of this."

She nodded understandingly. "If you need help with anything, from getting settled to understanding the daily schedule, I'm here to assist you!"

"Right..." you trailed off, and she changed the subject, noticing the awkwardness.

You spent the next hour getting to know Mina and learning about the castle's routines and protocols. Despite the overwhelming circumstances, her funny demeanor and helpfulness put you at ease.

That evening, as you prepared for dinner, you found yourself standing in front of a full-body mirror with your phone's flash turned on, trying to get a good picture for your Instagram page.

Mina barged into the room, causing you to yelp and drop your phone in the process. "Whoopsy daisy," she chuckled.

"We need something perfect for tonight's banquet," she said, her eyes alight with excitement. "It has to be just right, especially with all the nobles and dignitaries attending. Especially if we're considering the fact that the other Princes of Japan are gonna be there!" she squealed.

Mina's eyes lit up as she pulled a gown from the rack. "This one," she mumbled, holding it up. The dress was a stunning shade of crimson, a shade that matched Katsuki's eyes, you thought.

"Other Princes of Japan?" you asked as she prepared a bath for you, adding a few drops of a coconut-scented mix, something that would be perfect for catching everyone's nose.

"Yeah. Princes Midoriya and Todoroki?" she asked, and you stared at her with puzzlement. "Really? Have you been living under a rock?!"

You chuckled. "I guess."

"Alrighty, I'll fill you in as we get you ready." She nodded and helped you into the bathtub.

After some time, Mina stepped back, taking a good look at you. Your hair bounced as you turned to look at her with a shy smile. "Pretty as a princess!" she cooed at you, like a mother to her child on their first day of school.

"Okay! This way!"

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the dining hall. The grand room was filled with the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of silverware. "Good luck, girly," she hummed behind you, and you immediately felt her step back, allowing you to enter.

Two ginormous thrones stood firm and tall at the head of the room. On the bigger one sat a male, Katsuki's father, you presumed. His soft gaze immediately locked onto you as you entered. His hair was a homely brown, something that reminded you a lot of your mother's brownies.

Next to him sat a woman. She looked extremely young; for a second, you almost mistook her for Katsuki's sister. Her eyes looked worn, now a shade of bromine. It made you wonder if Katsuki's eyes would take on the same shade when he grew older. Her hair was spiky and untamed, just like her son's. Upon meeting eye contact with her, she immediately beamed brightly at you.

"Your Highnesses," you bowed, almost perfectly for someone new to royal life. He dismissed you with a wave of his hand, and you stood up straight, head held high as you met his gaze.

"Ah, you must be the girl we've heard so much about," the man smiled, crow's feet at his tired eyes. "King Masaru. This lovely lady is my wife, Queen Mitsuki." He looked at her lovingly, and she laced their hands together. How cute.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at the sudden attention. "It's an honor meeting you both, Your Highnesses. I never knew that he spoke about me."

"Damn right I do," a new voice pitched in from the background, and you spun on your heel, noticing the familiar ash-blond hair pop into the room.

"Katsuki Bakugo, you brat! How dare you barge into the throne room without knocking!" his mother stood up and walked up to the two of you, smacking Katsuki upside the head.

You looked at the two in shock. Did she really just...?

"YOU DAMN HAG!" Katsuki screeched. "I'M A PRINCE AND I CAN DO WHAT I WANT." He stomped his foot like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.

"OH, YOU THINK THAT YOU'VE GROWN OUT OF YOUR SHOES, YOUNG MAN?" She grabbed onto one of his ears and pulled it hard until he whined and mumbled out an apology. You looked back to the King and watched as he chuckled with an amused look on his face. It must be a normal occurrence around here.

"Damn hag," Katsuki grumbled, coming to stand at your side and wrapping a hand around your waist. "Ya look nice," he mumbled into your ear, and the Queen looked at the two of you with raised eyebrows.

The King and Queen exchanged a glance but were cut off by a knight entering the room. "Your Majesties." He bowed. Wait, you'd recognize that voice. Kirishima?

"Dinner is ready, and your guests have been seated." And sure enough, there stood the redhead, bowing lowly before leaving the room.

"Thank you, Eijiro. We'll be there." The king nodded and stood up, his wife immediately at his side, locking her left arm onto his extended one. "Come on, you lovebirds. The most important people are here to approve you, Y/N." She smiled warmly at you.

As you walked towards the grand dining room, the soft clinking of heels echoed in the marble hallway.

The opulent decor and lavish surroundings only added to the surreal feeling of the evening. Katsuki's hand was still securely around your waist, a gesture that both reassured and anchored you in this unfamiliar world.

The grand double doors of the dining hall loomed ahead, flanked by two imposing guards in ornate uniforms. They stood at attention, their faces stern and expressionless. As you approached, one of the guards stepped forward, clearing his throat.

"Announcing Their Majesties, King Masaru and Queen Mitsuki, along with His Royal Highness, Prince Katsuki," he intoned, his voice carrying through the hall.

Great. Just great.

Your heart sank a little as the guard finished his announcement, omitting your name entirely. How embarrassing.

The nobles and dignitaries who had turned to acknowledge the royal family now looked at you with mild confusion. You could feel their judgmental eyes boring into you.

Katsuki's grip on your waist tightened slightly. You glanced up at him and saw a flash of irritation in his eyes. Without missing a beat, he leaned down and whispered something to the guard. You couldn't make out the words, but the effect was immediate.

The guard's face paled, his posture stiffening as he realized his mistake. "My apologies," he stammered.

"Announcing Her Royal Highness, Princess Y/N."

The correction hung in the air, and for a moment, the room was silent.

Then, as if on cue, the nobles and dignitaries bowed deeply, their earlier confusion replaced with acknowledgment.

Katsuki's intense gaze remained on the guard for a moment longer before he turned back to you, his expression softening.

"Let's go," he murmured, guiding you further into the room.

You felt a rush of gratitude and relief, appreciating Katsuki's insistence on your proper recognition. Looking up at him, you gave him a small smile. "Thank you," you whispered.

Katsuki's parents, seated at the head of the table, exchanged a glance that spoke of approval and satisfaction.

He pulled out a chair for you next to his, and you took your place, feeling the eyes of the other guests upon you.

The grand dining table was a sight to behold, laden with exquisite dishes and adorned with elegant floral arrangements. The room buzzed with small conversations, and as you settled into your seat next to Katsuki, you felt a bit of the earlier anxiety melt away.

Suddenly, a woman stood up, her warm brown eyes glaring down at you, making you feel uncomfortable. She used her fork and cup to avert the attention of everyone at the table to her.

"I was wondering if you were still interested in marrying Prince Bakugo to my daughter, Princess Uraraka."

Wait... What?

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Very flirty reader x Very oblivion Levi (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Part of you could understand Levi's issue and struggle, even you had trouble sometimes with flirting. Flirting with someone was easy, but knowing when someone was flirting with you was hard. If you suffer from a lot of self-image issues it's hard to believe someone would want you, so flirting tends to go over your head.

So, as you flirted with Levi, he was receptive to your comments and touches but did not know you were doing it all because you liked him. It was becoming increasingly clear that you needed to be upfront with him. However, the issue with being upfront with your feelings was this persistent voice in your head saying he wouldn't want you.

Today was the day you were going to confess everything and hope for the best. The two of you had been talking for a bit while cosying up to each other. It made you happy that he was smiling for you and even chuckled a bit, but it didn't seem like he knew you were flirting with him.

You lightly touched his upper arm. "Impressive muscle here."

He looked at his arm. "Really? Thanks."

You purred. "Perfect to throw me around with."

He tilted his head. "Yeah, well that's if you wanted to wrestle and spar."

You stared at him for a beat before speaking. "You have the most beautiful eyes. I could stare into your eyes all day long."

He smiled. "Thanks, but it'd be hard for you to do things if you stared at me all the time."

You released a long sigh. "I guess so."

His perfect brows furrowed. "Something wrong?"

You leaned your cheek on your hand. "I dunno, could you fix it all with your magic touch?"

He lifted his hand and looked at them as if he'd never seen them before. "Magic touch..." Something clicked in his head. "Ah!" He reached over and petted your head. "There, there."

You reached up and grabbed his hand from your head. For a while, you just stared at it and played with his soft and warm hand. "Mm...you have lovely hands." You rubbed his hand against your cheek. "Perfect to feel against you."

"Really? I didn't think I had nice hands. Huh."

You gazed at Levi. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. You can ask me anything."

You released a long sigh. "I've been flirting with you this whole time. Now, my flirting isn't playful. I mean my flirting because I have feelings for you. I want to be in a relationship with you." You felt your cheeks heat up. "Now, I don't know if your reaction is because you don't feel the same way, or you don't even know I'm flirting. So...which one is it?"

As you sat there and gazed at Levi you saw him slowly process your words and then a deep blush consumed his plump cheeks. A sparkle entered his eyes as a cute smile grazed his lips. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and turned his head away. A tiny adorable whine came from him.

You leaned a little and gazed at his handsome face. "Levi?" You flinched when he put his head in his hands. "Ah...it was the bad one? Should I leave? I've made things awkward, haven't I?" You rose to your feet. "I'm so sorry."

Levi quickly grasped your wrist. "W-Wait."

You paused. "Okay."

"L-Let me...let...ah...I have...f-feelings and uh...I ne-need to p-put them into words."

"Okay."

He shot up to his feet and then yanked you against his body. He hugged you tightly with his alluring hands gripping your back. "I didn't know you were flirting. I'm oblivious to it, I'm sorry." He nuzzled against you. "I have feelings for you, very deep feelings which is why I blushed so much and I'm finding it hard to look at you." He whined a bit. "You fluster me because you're so cute, sweet and perfect." He sighed. "I just want to hold you and kiss you all the time. Every time you've touched me I've felt butterflies." He pulled back a bit and gazed deep into your eyes. "You really meant everything you said? Do you really like me?"

You nodded. "More than anything."

He went to kiss you but ended up banging his nose against yours. "Ah s-sorry, I g-got excited."

You giggled at how cute he was. "Tilted your head a little."

"Y-yes."

As soon as he tilted you leaned closer and kissed him with a happy hum. You mewled in delight when Levi squeezed your body and leaned into the kiss. The two of you moaned and hummed in delight as you kept kissing over and over. All the worries about feelings washed away because the kiss was passionate and felt like the two of you were connecting.

It was clear the two of you were going to grow old together.

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didalexiabreakupwitholgayet · 2 days

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alexia's interview with noticias caracol:

"q: as a woman, as a footballer, what has been the most difficult thing?

a: well, i think the most difficult thing has been to have to invest, not to spend, but to invest. i like more energy in all those, in breaking down all those barriers that both me and all my colleagues and i would say that the previous generations have had to dodge or break, such as not having facilities to train or being questioned or i don't know, just to be seen as a sportswoman or a footballer. it has cost a lot to make that change of mentality in society and i would say that it is one of the most difficult things we have been able to feel, like not having the same opportunities that maybe a boy of your own age can have to dedicate himself to football.

q: however, could we say that women's football has evolved, but has it evolved enough?

a: i think enough, no. it is never, never enough because there is men's football. in this case it started many years before, we are talking about a hundred, a hundred years before women's football, which has just started, right? so it's a long way to go in a very short time. i think the speed is good where it is going, but in the short term i think we need to go much faster, because i certainly believe that the medium and long term future i think is in women's sport. and i say that because i feel it, right? on the other hand. i think that men's sport has reached its maturity, so to speak, and women's sport still has a long way to go.

q: well, i have to ask you about linda and mayra, i could ask you about many more, but well, you have faced linda, haven't you? how is women's football in our country?

a: well look, of course, linda is a very young player and i am not going to discover that she is a very good player. mayra, who you have also named that currently went to chelsea and then many colombian players who have been or are in our league as vanegas, leicy, who now also goes out but has been, natalia gaitán was also. at the end, i think colombia has a lot of talent and without a doubt is a country where if they give them facilities both at the level of league and at the level of federation, i believe that by natural talent they can be among the best in the world, so i wish them to have the support of the federation so they can achieve what we have been able to achieve in some years, now we are currently world champions.

q: one thing is the technical alexia, but another thing is what happens here when you play football. what is your advice to those players who are just starting?

a: to believe in themselves, especially at the end, during your whole career many things are going to happen. things that depend on you, things that you are not going to find, many barriers that football has or that society is not yet fully prepared to see women succeed. so, just tell them to believe in themselves, that if they have a objective, they should go for it, no matter what barriers they encounter, and wish them the best of luck.

q: barça forever and ever?

a: yes, yes. in fact i just renewed. i am very happy. i still believe it's a winning project and i just want to win. so that's why, obviously for the sentimental part, everyone knows that i'm from barça and for me it's a dream to continue playing there, but also because i'm a winner and i want to continue winning many more titles.

source: @NoticiasCaracol on twitter

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moon4411 · 3 days

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Azriel x mate reader (Rhysand's sister)

Warning: angst? Fluff? Idk, my bad gramatic.

Where is he?_ I forcefully open the front door, the intense pain in my lower back prevents me from keep walking, so strong that I let out a groan.- Mor, step aside if you're not going to help.

What are you doing here? You should be in be... oh my god, you're bleeding!_ Mor took my hands to guide me to the nearest chair. – Where is Azriel?

Mor, please, i need to see him, it's been so long. _ I beg, letting out a tear for my brother who I haven't seen since he sacrificed himself for all of us and remained under the reign of Amarantha.

okay, it's upstairs, but I must warn you; we have visitors._She directs me to the hallway where is Rhysand.

A small argument reaches my ears as I get closer, I can see the blur of a shoe ending on my brother's head, then Rhys turns his gaze and collides with mine. So many years avoiding looking in the mirror for fear of seeing the purple color of my eyes, the same color as my twin's eyes.

Sister_ he whispers, and from the color that leaves his face I know that he has already perceived the smell of blood, as well as my hands that have some stains and my simple blue dress with the folds of the skirt of a crimson red color that is already turning brown.

He turns his gaze to the thin girl on the other side of the hallway, she is wearing an ostentatious dress and seems to be frowning until her gaze meets mine and sudendly changes to one of concern or fear. -Rest Feyre, you'll need it. We'll talk in the morning.

As Rhys walks slowly towards me I can hear the guest's door close and my brother's breathing become more erratic. He take my hands and starts crying. -W-what happened? Are you okay? _ he turns to look at the hallway i came through, looks at Mor and then at the floor, finding a path of blood.

Maybe it's because of the adrenaline that little by little leaves my body or maybe it's the shock of meeting my twin again, but I only manage to take two steps and hug him before i faint letting all my weight fall on him.

The next time I open my eyes again i'm on a bed, I recognize the walls, is my old room.

She's very pale, we have to call Madja_ Rhys's face is full of tears and his hands don't stop shaking. –Rhys, RHYS, calm down_ Mor's tone is severe. -She's fine, just a little tired, she should be in bed, not winnowing and looking for you in the middle of the night. Madja is already on her way with Azriel, but I need you to stay calm, okay? I promise you everything is okay, I know she's bleeding but in a moment you'll understand, you just breathe.

Apparently that calms him and he proceeds to take a seat near my bed while holding my hand.

I manage to smile slightly at him. –I'm fine, I promise Rhys.

Yes, well i'm not okay._ Azriel enters the room looking very angry, but I can't help but smile at how cute he looks carrying a small baby wrapped in a pink blanket.

I squeeze my brother's hand tighter as I watch how he is looking at Azriel and back to me.

Rhys, I want you to meet Emma, your niece.

Rhysand bursts into tears and Azriel brings our daughter to him so he can hold her for the first time. he smiles at me.- I think you two have a lot to tell me.

We let out a little laugh. –oh, believe me, they do._ Mor answers. –I'll go get Madja, I think she needs help carrying things to clean you up and make sure you're okay.

I nod and with a little help from Azriel manage to sit on the bed to take my daughter in my arms.

I missed you a lot Rhys.

Me too, I missed you sister, but don't worry, from now on, nothing will be able to separate me from you.

I think you can tell that English is not my first language, so... Yeah I did my best. I spent like 5 years without writing because of my depression, but I think it's a good time to come back.

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PITCHING TENTS ⛺️

Kid Pirates x AFAB Reader Modern AU Campground Series

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

It wasn't something you'd ever admit to those who knew you, they all made the reasonable assumption that you went camping to spend time alone. At first, that had been the case, but you'd quickly come to learn that other single men your age were doing the same thing, and you found yourself loving the thrill of a romp with a stranger.

Masterlist || AO3 || Part One

PART 6/6 - GROUP ACTIVITIES (Everyone)

CW: sex with strangers, afab reader, semi-public sex, fingering, oral, in a moving vehicle, is it unsafe sex if its happening without seatbelts in a moving car?, exhibitionism, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, cockwarming, fivesome- F/M/M/M/M, M/M action, bdsm, shibari, choking, hair pulling, squirting, degradation, pain kink, deep throating (m receiving), spitting, bukkake, handjobs, blowjobs, p in v sex, pet play/use of pup/dog/master

WC: 5.5k

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Wire probably could have finished the walk back to camp in half an hour given his long legs, but he took it slowly, careful to not jostle you too much as you snored softly in his ear, nuzzled up against his soft hoodie. You didn't wake until he returned to camp, the reverb of his voice in his chest pulling you from your deep sleep with a yawn.

“She okay Wire?” Killer asked with concern as Wire approached their tent, gravel crunching underfoot. “She fall on the trail or something? Her knees look sore.” Wire just replied with a shit eating grin, to which Killer gave an amused huff as he caught the meaning. Killer had to admit, he was a little proud of you, he wasn't sure you'd be able to successfully crack Wire but you'd proven him wrong.

“Help me out with her, will ya?” Wire said as he carefully bent at the knee to unzip his tent and lay you on this air bed, “can you grab me a wet cloth to clean her up?”

“On it,” Killer gave a mock salute and went to his own tent to grab something he could dampen. He wet it in the kitchen and quickly returned, sliding into the tent and sitting behind you to prop you up. You winced as Wire put the damp cloth against your knees.

“Jeez, what'd you do to the poor girl?” Killer joked.

“Spanked me, fucked my throat, pounded my ass,” you replied with a half lidded smile, making both men snort. “Fuckin… monster cock,” you said sleepily.

You were half asleep and quickly drifting off while Killer massaged your shoulders and Wire cleaned and applied antiseptic cream to your wounds. They weren't too bad so he didn't bother to dress them, they'd no doubt look and feel a lot better in a few hours. When he was done with your hands and knees he indicated for Killer to put you on your belly, and you gave a little squeak as he laid you over his knees and Wire yanked down your pants.

Killer made a low whistle as he saw how red your ass was, clear prints from a large hand painted red on your soft flesh. You whined as he ran a hand over the marks softly. Wire was rummaging through a black duffle not far from your face, and you almost choked when you saw the other contents. Ropes, anal plugs, lubes, what looked like a swatch of leather no doubt for impact play, a ball gag and a dildo that was closer to Killer's cock size.

“Fuckin’ hell, and here I thought I came to camp prepared,” you snorted as Wire found what he was looking for. Killer didn't even blink an eye at the bag, he clearly already knew about it. “I haven't seen you bring any other girls to your tent so who are those for?”

“Heat, mostly,” Wire replied with a smirk as he applied a soothing balm to your ass. Your eyes went wide thinking about it. Sweet Heat, bound and gagged, now there's something you could get behind.

“Fuck, I'd love to see that,” you hummed.

“Maybe you will if you're a good girl,” Wire gave your ass a gentle, playful slap before Killer helped him pull your shorts back up. You stayed where you were, still very sleepy but a little more awake now. Besides, Killer's lap was comfy.

“Well, I hope it'll happen tonight cos I'm heading home tomorrow,” you told them with a pang of sadness. It was very tempting to just call in sick on Tuesday so you could take an extra day at camp but you really had shit to do at work.

“Aw, you're leavin’ us doll?” Killer said, feigning hurt.

“Unfortunately, sorry boys, this ride was a limited time offer,” you hummed.

“Well, at least let us take you out to dinner tonight,” Killer offered, “we were gonna ask anyway but we found a restaurant Kid wants to try while we were in town so we were planning on heading back around dinner time”

“I won't say no to a free meal,” you rolled onto your back and stretched out with a yawn, “need a nap though”

“You just woke up!” Wire huffed, “snored in my ear the whole way from the summit!”

Killer snorted a laugh and you pouted. “It's not my fault your massive cock wore me out!”

Wire sighed and rolled his eyes. “Well, you can sleep here if you want, but I have shit to do. Don't drool on my pillow”

“Yes sir,” you winked, climbing out of Killer's lap and snuggling into Wire's blankets. They smelt of masculine musk and some sort of spice. “Wanna take a nap with me Kil?”

“I'd love to, but I promised Kid I'd go for a swim with him,” Killer patted where your leg was under the blanket, then he stooped and gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead, “I'll come wake you before dinner with enough time to change, get some sleep”

“Thanks Kil,” you yawned again, curling up in a little ball and nuzzling your head against Wire's pillow.

As promised, Killer woke you for dinner, and you changed into a cute, slightly nicer dress and some cute strappy heels. You even applied some fresh makeup before heading into town with the boys. Dinner was lovely, it was a pretty nice steakhouse restaurant you'd never tried before, and now that Wire was more comfortable with you the conversation was energetic and pleasant. These boys were fun to be around for sure, and you laughed more than you thought possible with strangers. You learned they actually all worked together as mechanics at a store they co-owned together, and while Heat and Wire were older, they'd all known each other since high-school. Kid was the main mechanic, Killer was the people person (though he was also a trained mechanic), Heat was a welder and Wire handled the money.

Tummies full (after watching them all eat a frankly concerning amount) you all huddled back into the ute, Heat being kind enough to lift you into the cab since it was so high up, before climbing in himself and sandwiching you between him and Killer. The two of them were the least wide of the four, so they'd arranged themselves this way to give you more space, with Wire driving.

“So,” Kid started, “Kil mentioned you're heading back tomorrow. Where to?”

“Ah, I don't really like to share that information,” you replied shyly.

“Really? You've had us all inside you but you won't say where you're from?” Kid huffed.

“That's sort of the point baby,” you smirked, “wouldn't be strangers if you knew. Besides, what if you're all actually stalker serial killers?”

“Probably shouldn't have gotten in a car with us then,” Killer mused.

“Alright Killer,” you snorted, “like that isn't a serial killer name. Actually, you might be right. Ah well, I never claimed to be smart. Just horny”

“Yeah?” Killer leaned over so his breath was brushing against your ear, making you shiver, a hand trailing up your thigh, “you horny now?”

“Sweetheart, I'm always horny,” you replied back. Killer gave Wire a look through the rear view mirror, both of them sharing a grin which spread to the other two as they noticed it. You suddenly felt very much like small trapped prey locked in a closed space with the four giant men.

Before you could think, Killer was firming his grasp on the thigh closest to him, and Heat was grabbing the other, both of them working in tandem to spread you wide. Kid poignantly turned sideways in his seat to watch, and Wire adjusted the rear view mirror so it was pointed directly at you. You could see his cold, amused eyes as Killer's hand ran up your thigh to your center.

“Naughty girl,” he laughed, “she's got no fucking panties on”

“Fuckin’ slut,” Kid laughed, “let's see that pussy then”

Killer pulled up your skirt and held your leg in his lap, as did Heat, your pussy on full display for all four men. You bit your hand as Killer ran a finger through your cunt, gathering up the slick that was quickly pooling there. He dipped his middle finger inside you, making you whine, and you heard Wire laugh.

“She's so wet already,” Killer mused, “you like this baby? Want me to make you squirt right here in front of everyone?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered as he added another finger and pumped you slowly. Heat's hand ran up and down your leg, stopping occasionally to rub your foot. Killer removed his fingers for a moment and reached under the seat in front of him, pulling a beach towel that must have been unused from earlier.

“Lift your ass sweetheart,” he cooed as he unbuckled your seatbelt. You lifted obediently and he put the towel underneath you before returning to his previous position and pushing his fingers back inside you. You let out a shakey moan as he started finger fucking you, your head resting against the back of the seat while you panted. All of the men were watching you hungrily, and Wire cursed having to pay any attention to the road. He considered pulling over, but they'd be back at camp in another ten minutes and then he could have all the fun he wanted with you.

“Your pussy is sucking me in, so greedy,” Killer purred, running his tongue up your barred neck and tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “Was your mission successful sweetheart? Did you fuck all four of us? It's been, what, forty eight hours? How many times has this greedy little pussy taken our cocks?”

“F-five,” you moaned, “and Wire fucked my ass”

“Fuckkk she really is a slut,” Kid laughed, “give us the rundown doll, I wanna hear how you let us use that tight body”

“F-first Kil fucked me in the kitchen,” you moaned, struggling to form words while Killer finger fucked you, his thumb rolling circles on your clit while Heat touched your legs and breasts. “He- fuck- he ate me out, then he fucked me with a popsicle, then he bent me over the counter and fucked me and sprayed his cum on my back”

“With a popsicle huh?” Wire hummed, “and you barely even knew us, nasty little slut. Go on then, who fucked you next?”

Kid was palming himself through his pants as you continued speaking, the wet sloppy sounds of your pussy echoing in the car cabin. “Next morning Kil took me in the shower, fucked me from behind then I blew him and he came on my face”

“So pretty covered in my cum,” Killer hummed, nipping your neck.

“Then- then Kid fucked me in the spa,” you continued, letting out a long moan as Killer bit down on your neck and marked you, having to catch your breath before you could continue, “he fucked my- my little slut throat- and came down it, then he ate me out till I squirted, then he bent me over and fingered my ass while he fucked me till he blew his load inside me”

“Fuck yeah I did,” he grinned, “filled that pussy good”

“Then- hnng- then Heat fucked me by the bonfire,” you had to take a moment to pant, you were getting close and Killer took note, removing his fingers to edge you. You whined and Kid enjoyed getting a straight view into your gaping pussy. Killer let you calm before returning his fingers. “Killll~” you whined.

“You can cum when you finish telling us how we all fucked you,” he explained, “keep going baby”

“H-Heat let me ride his face,” you moaned, “I squirted on it- hnng- he laid me down and worshipped my body and called me Goddess, hnnng Kil please let me cum”

“Not till you're done,” he scorned, removing his fingers again and giving your pussy a wet sounding slap that made you buck, “Keep. Going”

“Fuck- hnng- he- he ate me out more, then he fucked me till I squirted on his cock, then he came on my stomach,” you continued, “I took him to my bed and the next day I woke up to him eating me out, fuck, it was so fucking hot. He fucked me again and creamed inside me”

“Good girl,” Killer hummed, “that was this morning, now tell us what you let Wire do while we were off at the beach”

“He fucked me on the summit,” you whined, Killer's fingers moving at a painfully slow speed, your orgasm teetering right on the edge, you were desperate to cum, “he spanked me c-cos I'm a greedy little brat w-who needed to learn a lesson, then he fucked my throat and came down it, then he made me get on all fours and made me squirt while he fingered my ass - hnnnnnng Killlllll~ - then he fucked my ass till I couldn't walk, fuck, please let me cum, please”

“Good girl,” Killer returned three fingers to your pussy and his thumb to your clit, working you furiously, “go on sweetheart, you've been so good”

The wet sloppy sounds your pussy was making as he finger fucked you and your loud whines and moans were music to their ears, and you shook hard as you came, squirting on Killer's hand, your pussy making impossibly sloppy, pornographic sounds while your whole body tensed and your eyes rolled back. You went limp immediately, panting hard while your hips gave the occasional roll from an aftershock.

“Heat, clean her up,” Wire ordered. Heat undid his seatbelt, grabbed both of your legs and spun you so your legs were either side of his shoulders, ass hovering in the air, and your head in Killer's lap. You moaned and shook as he lapped hungrily at your overstimulated cunt, licking up all of your honey, plunging his tongue deep inside you and running it up your wet thighs. It was just as well the car windows were tinted as the ute pulled into the camp carpark, your thighs either side of Heat's face and your knees against the window behind him.

“Wire, stop here a second, I've got an idea,” Kid said quickly. You barely took notice of him leaving and running to the camp shop while Heat was eating you out, and Wire turned to pull your dress further up and your bra down, so your tits were exposed and being pushed up by the bra. He tugged on your nipples and gave them slight twists before smacking them, making you buck into Heat's face. Heat in turn whined against your cunt, the vibrations making you reply with your own whine. Kid returned to the car and Wire turned back to the steering wheel, continuing the drive back to the tents. Kid held a familiar key with a white tag, spinning it around his index finger.

“Got us somewhere to have some fun,” he smirked, “the shop's shutting soon so I paid extra to return the key tomorrow”

“Good thinking,” Wire mused, “we'll need some space. She was curious about my bag of toys”

“Heat!!!!” you suddenly cried out, your whole body convulsing, head digging into Killer's thighs as you gushed against Heat's face, panting hard as he released your legs and let you slide down so your ass was in his lap. His face was dripping with your cum and he licked his lips and smirked, his hands running all over your body.

“Good boy Heat,” Wire hummed, “I'm gonna have to give you a reward later”

You could feel Heat's dick twitch under your ass as he let out a low whine at the promise. The car came into park outside the tents and Killer helped you sit up and right your clothes, and Heat opened the door behind him so he could back out and pull you with him. He cradled you easily against him, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist while he carried you around and the others gathered what they needed. Bags and towels in hand, Kid led the convoy to the spa buildings, Heat carrying you the whole way while you languidly licked and sucked on his neck, still dazed from your two impossibly hard orgasms.

Kid unlocked one of the spa rooms and held the door open for everyone else, Heat carrying you in and placing you on the wooden decking that surrounded the tub, which was just the right height for Heat's erection to press against your core. The two of you made out aggressively while the others settled in, Kid and Killer stripping and sliding into the tub, standing behind you on either side to undress you and grope you, forcing Heat away for a moment to pull your dress over your head. They each licked and kissed and touched whatever they could, making you moan into Heat's mouth and roll your hips against him, your legs still wrapped around him to pin him to you. Wire was busy pulling things out of his toy bag, and once satisfied with his choices he removed his shirt and shoes. Heat whined as Wire grabbed his hair hard and pulled him off you with significant force. You pouted, but his mouth was quickly replaced by the men behind you who took turns turning your head to force their tongue in your mouth.

“Settle in, sweetheart,” Wire smirked at you, holding Heat by his hair, head forced back while Wire's hand wrapped around his tattooed neck, “if I go too far for your comfort, use the colours, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Rest assured though that I know Heat's limits well. I'll go easy on him for your sake though”

Kid and Killer pulled you backwards into the spa, settling you in Kid's lap, Killer's hand on the thigh that Kid's hand wasn't already on. “Warm my cock will you babe?” Kid whispered in your ear. You lifted yourself and sunk down on his cock, whining at the stretch. He made no move to thrust into you, and held you still with a strong arm around your waist to keep you from using him to get off.

Heat was forced to lean against the decking, his palms flat against it, looking you in the eye as Wire stripped his clothes from him indignantly. He took the piece of leather you'd seen earlier, running it over the curve of Heat's ass, before pulling his arm back and smacking it with a crack that echoed through the small, round room. Heat's eyes remained focused on you, but he let out a pleasured whimper. Kid grinned as you pussy clenched around him at the sound.

“Little slut liked that,” Kid smirked, “felt her pussy squeeze”

Wire grinned and smacked Heat's ass again, the tattooed man's focus faltering as he whined. Once again your pussy squeezed, and this time Kid made a groan of his own. After a series of ten hits, Heat's ass was bright red and bleeding slightly from broken blood vessels, but his cock was impressively swollen and hard.

“You gonna be good for me, pup?” Wire growled in Heat's ear, pulling his hair again.

“Yes master,” he replied in a well-practiced routine. Wire pulled him to stand upright, Heat now standing exposed and naked in the middle of the room while Wire grabbed ropes. He lazily tied a harness around Heat's torso that squeezed his already massive pecs, before pulling his arms behind his back and binding his forearms together. Wire made sure you had the best view the whole time, and you were transfixed by the skilled way he pulled and knotted ropes to make a beautiful, symmetrical harness. It was clear to you that Wire was an experienced hard dom, and by the other things laid out which included the muscle soothing balm and scissors for emergencies, you knew he knew what he was doing and that everyone was safe in this situation.

It was strangely calming yet erotic to watch him bind Heat. You'd been a rope bunny before but you'd never seen another man tied up, it was fascinating to watch the way Heat's dick would occasionally twitch, the way his eyes would close and his brows would furrow when Wire ran a soothing hand over his skin as he worked. He finished the harness, then he took a strip of leather and bundled Heat's hair up in a messy ponytail, securing it with the leather to keep it out of the way. You bit your lip, fuck Heat looked good like that. Naked, muscular, tattooed, his blue dreads in a ponytail, his torso bound in tight black ropes, his pierced cock hard and red with need.

As soon as he was done, Wire kicked the back of Heat's knees and used the back of the harness to guide him down so he wouldn't fall too hard. He walked to Heat's front, wrapping a hand around his neck, the thumb coming up to trace his lips. Heat chased it with his mouth, moaning as Wire slipped it in. He swapped to his middle and index, letting Heat suck on his fingers before he pulled his hair with his free hand and started to essentially finger fuck Heat's mouth. The tattooed man gagged on the long fingers, spit pouring from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his neck. Wire pried his mouth open and spat a fat glob into it, and Heat made a low whine, his dick visibly twitching as his jaw was forced shut again and he swallowed.

“Such a good dog,” Wire mused, “our dear [y/n] almost managed to swallow all of me, why don't you show her how it's done pup?”

“Wire?” You asked shyly.

“Yes sweetheart?” He turned his attention to you as he unfastened his pants and stroked his cock a few times.

“Don't waste any cum,” you smirked, “I want it all”

“In you or on you?” He asked, idly smacking Heat's face with his fat cock. Heat gave it kitten licks whenever it was close enough.

“On me, I wanna be drenched,” you replied with a lustful smile.

“Your wish is my command princess,” Wire grinned back, “be ready to hop out of the tub and come kneel when I tell you”

“Yes sir,” you smiled, leaning back against Kid, giving your hips a quick swivel to keep him semi-hard inside you.

“Open up pup,” Wire ordered. The second Heat's mouth opened, Wire's hands were in his hair, shoving his cock deep down Heat's throat. Heat gagged and his eyes watered, but he looked up at Wire with earnest as he was skull fucked. You were thoroughly impressed by how well he could take Wire's cock, a little jealous even. You found yourself idly rolling your hips on Kid's now fully erect cock, watching intently as Wire's dick disappeared in Heat's mouth, the bulge that moved in his throat, the drool and tears that ran down his cheeks and neck. Killer had one hand on your thigh, groping and rubbing it, his other hand languidly jerking himself off. You replaced his hand with your own, and he groaned and rested his head against the back of the tub as you resumed the languid pace he'd been using.

Every now and then Heat would be allowed air, though it usually came with a slap to the side of his face and a thumb prying his jaw back open. Wire's head was thrown back as he fucked Heat's mouth, groaning as he got close to cumming. “Princess, knees, now,” he ordered.

Kid and Killer helped lift you over the side of the tub and you quickly knelt, water dripping from your body and forming a puddle under you, your hand running between your legs and rubbing your clit. Wire pulled out of Heat, throwing him back a little, before grabbing your hair and jerking himself off over you. You ran your tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, tasting Heat's saliva, and a few moments later hot threads of cum were spilling out over your tongue and face, making you shudder with pleasure as the viscous fluid dripped. You gave it a small lick, but you didn't want to clean too much, just a taste.

“Thank you sir,” you smiled up at him. He gave you a playful slap to the side of your face before pulling Heat up to his knees.

“I think Heat deserves a reward, don't you?” Wire asked. You nodded and held out your tongue invitingly. You expected Wire to bring Heat close enough for you to blow him, but instead he pulled him in front of you, stood behind him, and started jerking him off. The pace Wire set was brutal, at the same time biting and sucking on Heat's neck, pulling and twisting his nipples and giving them hard slaps till the bound pecs were red and swollen. Heat was bucking into Wire's hand, letting out low whines and resting his head back against Wire's shoulder.

Kid and Killer had gotten out of the tub, sitting at the edge of the decking and continuing to languidly jerk themselves off, biding their time till they could have their turn playing with you. You were such a pretty picture, on your knees, fingering yourself, Wire's cum coating your face and spa water dripping down your body, your tongue lolled out, inviting Heat to frost you. They couldn't wait to see you dripping with their loads too.

Unable to restrain yourself, you crawled forward and took the end of Heat's cock in your mouth, sucking on it and running your tongue over the end, tasting his salty precum. He let out a long moan and Wire pulled him away just in time for Heat's cum to spurt violently over your face and chest, and you shuddered as the lewd notion of being covered in more than one man's cum put you over the edge and you clenched around your own fingers. You rubbed your face against Heat's cock, wiping the last drops of his cum onto your cheek so none would be wasted, giving him one last kitten lick as a thank you.

Wire ran his hand soothingly over Heat's stomach, holding him softer now. “Good pup, you did so good,” he looked to Kid and Killer as he started untying Heat's ropes, “your turn, I'm gonna take care of Heat, I better hear her screaming by the time I'm done”

Killer wasted no time in hooking his hands under your armpits and pulling you to your feet. “You want her mouth or cunt?” He asked Kid, wrapping his arms around your waist and walking you forward, his erection hard against your back.

“Mouth,” Kid replied, “I wanna see her cry while I fuck her throat”

Kid slid off the decking but leaned against it as Killer pushed your head down, forcing it towards the redheads cock as his other hand lined his cock up with your needy hole. Kid's hand wound tight in your hair and pulled you to his proud erection, and you gave it a few licks before taking it in your mouth, tasting the spa water and your own pussy on it. You put your hands either side of him against the decking for support as Killer sheathed himself in one fluid motion, forcing you deeper onto Kid's cock. You gagged and looked up at Kid, your eyes already watering as your lips stretched to their limit around the impressive girth.

Killer was ruthless as he fucked you, Kid holding your hair tight and matching his pace. Killer grabbed your arms and pinned them to your back, holding them with his large hands to keep you upright, additionally supported by Kid's hand in your hair as they fucked you hard from each side. After edging themselves while they watched Heat and Wire's show, they didn't need long to hit their peaks, and they both came with a groan. First Kid who pulled your mouth of him with a pop and dripped heavy globs of thick cum over your face, followed by Killer who coated your back with a violent spray of cum, with what seemed like an impossible amount of spurts.

Killer pulled you back to your feet and gave you a hard kiss, entirely unbothered by the cum all over your face, before urging you back to your knees. This time Wire had folded a towel, and placed it under your knees to protect them from the cement floor. Ready to go again, Heat and Wire practically presented you with their cocks, and you took one in each hand, alternating between which one you eagerly sucked on. Killer knelt behind you and bullied three fingers in your cunt, his other hand coming around your front and playing with your clit. At some point Kid regained his energy and stood over you as well, so now you had three cocks to alternate between, using your hands for two and your mouth for the other.

Killer was working hard on making you cum, but when he slipped a thumb in your ass you couldn't hold back any longer, and the splashes of your heavy squirting were audible to the whole room, the towel barely catching any of it and a good amount dripping down your thighs and making you shudder from the ticklish sensation. Killer cooed praises in your ear before pushing you further onto Wire's dick and standing to join the circle. Now you had issues, but the boys were patient as you alternated between them, rotating around you so you wouldn't have to twist too far to get a cock in your mouth.

Heat was the first to cum, quickly pulling your hand from his cock and kneeling behind you, cumming over your ass with a deep whine. Kid was next, pulling you off Killer's cock so he could force his in your mouth, making a few last thrusts before pulling out and painting your tits white. Kid's cum was so fucking thick, and there was so much of it, not a surprise considering the impressive size of his balls. He slapped your face with his softening cock before leaving you to Wire and Killer.

Wire was next, you'd been taking as much of his cock as you could, and he was impressed with how well you were doing, you'd clearly had a new determination set in you after watching Heat take him. He added to the mass of cum coating your face, running the tip against your throat to wipe off the last drops. He gave your cum covered tits a smack before forcing your face towards Killer.

Killer was long but far less girthy than the others, which made him easier to deep throat, and he cooed praises the whole time while he thrust into you before pulling out, taking a step back, and letting out another wide spray of cum. It splashed over your entire face and torso, you counted fourteen impressive spurts in total, and he left you absolutely drenched in cum. His thumb threaded in your mouth as he panted, and you sucked and licked it, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze and cum dripping from your chin.

Deciding he wasn't quite done yet, Heat knelt behind you, pushed your front down, and penetrated you with a hard thrust. He fucked you with a merciless pace you didn't think he was capable of that had you screaming and clawing at the cement floor. It didn't take long before your body was shaking and your eyes were rolling back, letting out a long, deep groan that reverberated through your chest as you saw stars. Heat made his finally erratic thrusts and came on your ass again, cum transfering to his front as he leaned forward against you to pant.

Wire knelt in front of you and gently took your chin in his hand, and you have him a fucked out smile. “All done, sweetheart?” He asked. All you could do was blearily nod back at him.

The four men took turns cleaning and massaging every inch of your body, wiping away all the cum, making sure your muscles weren't wound tight and that you were unhurt, and lifting you into the tub to sit in Killer's lap. You almost fell asleep while Killer rubbed your shoulders and Heat rubbed your feet, Kid and Wire sitting in the tub with their heads lolled back and their eyes closed.

“Fuck I'm gonna miss this,” you sighed.

“You could always just tell us where you're from, we could come visit,” Killer suggested.

“Not happening babe,” you replied with a yawn, “but if you ever see me on the street we'll call it fate and I'm all yours”

“Well, here's to fate then,” he replied hopefully.

Three months had passed since your camping trip. You'd ended up giving Heat your number, you were definitely the sweetest on him, and every now and then you'd exchange nudes. You kept it casual though and never exchanged locations.

Winter was well and truly settling in as you made your way to your local coffee shop, shivering as you entered, the little bell above the door ringing as it opened and shut. You were waiting in line to order, it was semi busy since it was a weekend, when you heard a familiar voice that sent a shiver through you, their face close enough to feel their breath on the back of your neck.

“Hey princess,” the sultry baritone purred. Your knees almost gave out as you turned and saw Killer, the other three boys right behind him. They gave you hungry grins, and you had the distinct feeling you wouldn't be walking straight tomorrow.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on this little mini series, I had a lot of fun writing it ❤ Hope yall like the ending hehe

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wiggly wednesday 🪱

Okay sure, this sounds fun. I was tagged by @medusapelagia to share a brainworm/headcanon, and I've been trying to get one to develop more fully so here we go.

Today, I'm thinking about...

Steve and Eddie going through some of Eddie's old things as they pack up to move into their own place. Nancy and Robin are there to help even though that mostly consists of Robin picking through already-packed boxes because she keeps getting distracted by all of the things she finds.

Steve finds what looks to be a really old photo album, the sticky pages holding the photos down yellow with age.

"Oh, shit," Eddie says, taking it from him to flip through. "I haven't seen this in ages. I was sure it was lost when all the shit went down."

"Oh my god, please tell me there's embarrassing baby pictures of you in there," Robin grins, trying to snatch it away.

Eddie holds it out of reach, nearly throwing it as Robin tries to tackle him for it.

"Jesus Christ! I'll show you, just keep your insane paws to yourself!" Eddie gripes.

Steve scoots in closer while Robin and Nancy crowd in on his other side, all wanting a closer look.

There's not many pictures in it and most are grainy and out of focus, black and white and hard to distinguish. But there's a few of a baby with an unmistakeable crop of riotous curls.

"Holy shit, you were so cute," Steve coos, running a finger along the 2D cheek of one photo.

"Excuse you, Harrington, but I'm still cute," Eddie snarks, flipping to the next page.

There's one photo of a young man holding baby Eddie, dark curls so similar to his own atop his head. The photo looks to have been torn down the middle, the right side pressed right against baby Eddie's back, like whoever was on the other side was better left out of the picture long term.

"Huh," Steve hums. "It never occurred to me that I had no idea what your dad looks like."

"And for good reason, babe," Eddie says, fighting not to rip the photo out and burn it. "Thankfully all I got from him was his hair and penchant for hot wiring. Everything else I got from my mom I guess."

"You guess?" Nancy asks.

Eddie nods. "She died when I was a baby and the old man kind of went off the rails after. I suspect this—" he runs a finger along the jagged edge of the photo in the book, "is his handy work."

"That's a shame," Steve says softly. He lifts the plastic covering the photo and peels it off the sticky backing, holding it up to his face to get a closer look — his eye sight is pretty back after so many concussions after all.

"Ya know, if his hair was a little longer, like mullet style, he'd almost look like a dark-haired Billy Hargrove," Steve points out.

Robin snatches the photo out of his hand, holding it out stretched like she can see it better that way instead. "Oh, shit. You're right. That's so weird."

Eddie snatches it back, top lip curled in disgust. "I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but how fucking dare you in any way compare my gorgeous existence to that guy."

Steve snickers and presses a kiss to Eddie's cheek. "I'm sorry, babe. You're right."

The photo gets tucked back into its place and they keep flipping through the book. There's more of Eddie as an infant, a few more of his dad, even a couple of a young Wayne in his military uniform holding a toddler Eddie by his arms as he jumps up, legs gangly and wild. Any photo that might have contained Eddie's mom is ripped, none of them cleanly, and there's only the occasional hand or blur of dark hair. Even still, it does stop happening once Eddie's about six months old.

"Wow. So you really don't know what your mom looks like?" Nancy asks finally as they're setting the photo album in a box.

"Oh no I do," Eddie says. "I have one singular picture of her from right after I was born. Wayne saved it for me."

"Oooooo can we see?" Robin pipes in. Eddie shrugs, getting up to dig through a shoebox that Steve's seen before but somehow managed to avoid snooping through — not that he didn't think about it all the time for the last year they've been together.

He comes back with a photo, plopping back into his spot while his friends and boyfriend crowd around him once more.

It's dead silent for several minutes, all of them staring at the picture. Eddie always figured his uncle was on to something when he said Eddie looked more like his mom, but now that he's about her age when this photo was taken, he thinks he can really see it.

On his left, Steve is trying to process exactly what he's looking at. Sure, the woman in the photo looks like she has the same dark hair that Eddie does, though it's a lot less curly, but aside from the hair and the tired look on her face, she could be a dead ringer for —

"Either Mrs. Wheeler has a doppleganger, or a secret twin we don't know about," he says.

He glances at Robin for a second before looking at Eddie and Nancy. They're heads are bowed over the photo, wearing matching expressions of wide-eyed shock.

Wait.

Matching.

Oh shit.

"Eddie," Robin says carefully. "What's your mom's name?"

His jaw opens and closes a few times before he croaks out, "Elizabeth, but Wayne said she only ever went by—"

"Her middle name?" Nancy asks, the fear of knowing the answer obvious in the wobble of her voice.

Eddie flips the photo over to look at the names and date written on the back. He's looked at it a million times, tracing her loopy handwriting so much over the years that it's slightly smudged, but still legible.

Karen Elizabeth Harvey + Edward Wayne Munson, November 1965

"Oh shit."

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My Adventures with Superman Season 2 Easter Eggs

Welcome to another week of My Adventures with Superman! My hunch about the what happened last week was true and things are not going too well for the gang...

My Easter eggs lists for season 1 is here if you haven't seen it!

My season 2 episode 1 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 3 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 4 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

Spoilers if you haven't seen the episode

To start things off we meet Kara on Earth! I talked more about her here. Shes's dressed similarly to Android 18 when she, 17, and 16 drive to Goku's house in episode 147 of Dragon Ball Z. While watching the episode I was wondering why does Kara's hair look so familiar? Then it hit me. Kara's got Sakuya Kumashiro's hair from Tenchi in Tokyo!

Shout out to recent DC characters enjoy ice cream for the first moments like like Wonder Woman in the live action movie and Justice League animated movie, and the new DC Super Hero Girls cartoon. As a mint chocolate chip ice cream fan, good first choice of ice cream to enjoy!

Perry puts Clark and Lois on a new beat for the Metropolis "Most Eligible Single" contest because Superman was chosen to be one of the five up for that title. Cat Grant self-invites herself to join the duo to figure out who Superman is through his love life. Lois is sweating bullets at this point. At the contest we meet the potential people for winning the title, Hank Henshaw, Chandi Gupta, Byrna Brilyant, and Silver St. Cloud. I talked more about Hank Henshaw here. We see a darker more bigoted side to him this time around. Will we see him get his cyborg body and become Cyborg Superman in this season or season 3? Who knows. Season 3 is confirmed though.

Dr. Byrna Brilyant is a very deep DC universe cut dating back to 1946, the golden age of comics. Back then Byrna Brilyant was an enemy to Wonder Woman going by the moniker, Blue Snowman.

Byrna in the 1940s makes her first appearance in Sensation Comics #59 (1946) [W: Joye Hummel, P&I: H.G. Peter], where she was a teacher who's father created this compound called blue ice, after his death, she uses it as a way to extort this town after freezing it over for monetary gain.

Byrna makes another appearance in 2010 in Power Girl #7 (2010) [W Justin Gray & Jimmy Palmiotti, P&I: Amanda Conner, C: Paul Mounts, L: John J. Hill] where Dr. Mid-Nite and Power Girl are trying to stop Byrna from committing a robbery but the main bad guy, Vartox shoots a seduction musk rifle at Power Girl but the smell knocks out Dr. Mid-Nite and it works on Byrna, but not Power Girl. This all makes more sense if you read the comic.

Byrna's next appearance post-New 52 was in Superman/Wonder Woman #4 (2014) [W: Charles Soule, P: Paulo Siqueira, I&C: Hi-Fi, L: Carlos M. Mangual] where we see Wonder Woman and Hessia battling the Blue Snowman robots.

Byrna's latest appearance post-DC Rebirth is in DC: Love is a Battlefield #1 (2021) [W: Crystal Fraiser, P&I: Juan Gedeon, C:Ulises Arreola, L: Marshal Dillion, where Byrna is now gender fluid after interrupting a date between Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor. Good on Wonder Woman for letting them go and hoping the realization there is a word for what Byrna was feeling would make them feel much better. So going forward if we meet Byrna again, I'll be referring to them with they/them pronouns, but if its New 52 continuity and before, Byrna will be referred to with she/her pronouns with the continuities to help clarify the pronoun usages.

Chadi Gupta is also another deep cut from the DC universe because she's reference to her comic counterpart from Justice League Europe.

Chandi makes her first appearance in Justice League Europe #47 (1993) [W: Gerard Joes, P: Ron Randall, I: Randy Elliot, C: Gene D'Angelo, L: Willie Schubert] where she's escaping her family and comes across the the JLE and wants to join them. Her energy projection and construct creation powers came in handy for the JLE in issue 50 where she and the rest of the JLE were able to fend off Sonar's attack and that earned her a spot on Justice League Europe as the superhero Maya.

Silver St. Cloud is probably one of the more prominent characters from the DC universe who showed up in MAwS. She got into the pop culture zeitgeist through the Gotham tv show when it aired.

Silver St. Cloud makes her first appearance in Detective Comics #470 (1977) [W: Steven Engleheart, P: Walter Simonson, I: Al Milgrom, C: Jerry Serpe, L: Ben Oda] where she meets Bruce Wayne at a party on his yacht. She eventually becomes one of Bruce Wayne's more prominent love interests and one of the few who were suspecting Bruce to be Batman thanks to his constant disappearing.

She shows up in post-new 52 in the maybe possibly out of cotinuity anthology, Legends of the Dark Knight (2014) digital comics, specifically as a cameo in issue #50, Dr. Quinn's Diagnosis [W: Jim Zub, P&I: Niel Googe, C: Kathryn Layno, L: Saida Temofonte], where Batman is getting psychoanalyzed by Harley Quinn.

If you want to read a comic with a fun appearance of Silver St. Cloud give Batman/Elmer Fudd Special #1 (2017) [W: Tom King, P&I: Lee Weeks, C: Lovern Kindzierski, L: Deron Bennet] a read cuz goddamn is it noir AF and beautifully drawn (a while back DC superheroes crossed over with Looney Tunes characters and its very good. They have also done it with Hanna Barbera characters as well. Give those a read too! They're all fun!)!

The charity that MAwS Silver mentions was first mentioned in Superman #152 (1967) [W: Bill Finger, P&I: Al Plastino] where Superman is accepting a clock medallion for a charity event. In the comics Silver St. Cloud isn't usually working for charities, shes mostly a Gotham socialite.

At the event, the MC (who gives off Funky Flashman vibes imo), asked if anyone has questions and the first to jump on that was George Taylor of the Metropolis Star. I talked about the Metropolis Star here, but for George Taylor...

he actually makes his first appearance here in Action Comics #1 (1938) [W: Jerry Seigel, P&I: Joe Shuster, C: Strauss Engraving Company] where he is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Star.

In the silver age, George Taylor makes his first appearance in Superman #366 (1981) [W: Bob Eozakis, P: Kurt Schaffenberger, I: Frank Chiaramonte, C: Adrienne Roy, L: John Costanza] where he assigns Perry White on the Superboy scoop to see if he's active in Metropolis. In post-Crisis on Infinite continuity, George makes a cameo appearance in Adventures of Superman #451 (1989) [W,P,&I: Jerry Ordway, C: Glenn Whitmoore, L: Albert DeGuzman] where we see George's office door.

In the New 52 continuity, George Taylor makes his first appearance in Action Comics #8 (2012) [W: Grant Morrison, P: Rags Morales, I: Rick Bryant, C: Brad Anderson, L: Pat Brosseau] as editor-in-chief for the Daily Star where in the comic he's proud of Clark and encourages him to take the job at the Daily Planet.

Kara and Jimmy make it into the studio where Lois, Superman, and Cat Grant are and Kara confronts Superman showing off that she's the one in the armor. She is on a two-way radio communications with someone named Primus. Whether that is Brainiac's designation when Kara is on the field or its a different character all together, there is a Primus in the DC universe, not just in the Transformers universe. Btw this isn't Kara's first time siding with an evil faction, she was part of Darkseid's Female Furies in the 2004 Superman/Batman series, specifically in issue #11. You might have also seen it happen in the Superman/Batman: Apocalypse animated movie too.

Primus aka Pren makes his first appearance in Green Lantern #141 (1981) [W: Marv Wolfman, P&I: Joe Stanton, C: Carl Gafford, L: John Costanza] where he is the leader of the alien group, the Omega Men from the Vega star system. They jump Hal when he and Carol Ferris were on vacation thinking Hal is part of the Citadel, an extraterrestrial empire that is conquering the star system the Omega Men are in.

Primus/Pren NuParr makes his New 52 first appearance in Deathstroke #9 (2012), but gets a more prominent role in the Omega Man limited series from 2015 [W: Tom King, P&I: Barnaby Bagenda, C: Romulo Farjardo Jr., L: Pat Brosseau]. In this continuity, the Citadel is now a corporation that was exploiting Krypton's destruction by by selling stabilized planet cores to other worlds. This comes at a cost where the Vega star system is enslaved by them and those who resisted we killed and the survivors formed the Omega Men.

And with that another episodes Easter eggs and references are done! Come back next week to see what episode 6's Easter eggs and references are! In case you missed it:

My Easter eggs lists for season 1 is here if you haven't seen it!

My season 2 episode 1 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 3 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 4 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

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