#i miss being friends with all three of them

[tayytayy12]

Once I fix me, he’s gonna miss me | LN4 x singer!reader

DR3 x Exgf!reade

Summary - After a messy breakup with Daniel reader releases a new album, but no one expects the random love song at the end of it, and they certainly didn’t expect it to be about Daniel’s friend and ex-teammate.

Warnings - Cheating mentioned, swearing, villain Daniel (for the request I love Danny Ric)

FaceClaim - Gracie Abrams

Requested - Yes

Notes - Please give me the benefit of the doubt for some spelling errors, it’s not my strong suite 😭

Yourusername

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Yourusername - I’m back, and I’m bringing you a gift to apologise for being away for so long 🤍 my brand new album, ‘My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys’ is out tomorrow, you’ll hear more from me then. I love you 💕

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User1 - Y/N OMFG AHHHH

User2 - I CANT WAIT A WHOLE NEW ALBUM TOMORROW WHAT.

User3 - ITS ONLY BEEN 4 MONTHS

User4 - This shit looks sad

User5 - Daniel did some fucked up shit in their relationship 😭

User6 - Hoe wdym ‘My boy only breaks his favourite toys’

User7 - Is everyone forgetting Daniel’s favourite bar in Australia is called ‘the black dog’

User8 - He fucked up big time

User9 - Fr, how do you cheat on THEE y/n y/l/n?

User10 - Daniel’s teammate in the likes shows that even the grid don’t agree w how he treated our girl 😭

User11 - Stop making him a villain okay, he didn’t know what he was doing.

User12 - Daniel, and thirty four year old man, didn’t know what he was doing when he controlled, belittled and public cheated on Y/n, a TWENTY THREE year old girl? He knew what he was doing, you can’t defend him anymore.

SabrinaCarpenter - You even look pretty when you’re sad

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Yourusername - My god where do I even start? This album is everything and more to me, really. The last year of my life writing these songs has been my escape from my reality, one that I really didn’t want to be a part of, but it was also one that I didn’t know how to escape, and when I finally did I didn’t know how to let go of all the pain I’d kept with me in that time. So, I picked up my pen and let it do the talking. This is my first album where every song is written solely by me, but of course I had the help of my soulmate collaborators, jack and Aaron to produce and do their magic. The pair of them helped me, along with someone special showed me that what I felt was okay, and valid. These songs are my most unfiltered and my most vulnerable, this is not an album that has been made for the general public. This one is one I made with only you, my biggest supporters and myself in mind. I’m forever grateful of how I’m able to trust you with my feelings without any fear. I love you, and I hope you live this album like I do, or it could help you like it did me. Just remember, you’re not alone in your feelings 🤍

‘My boy only brakes his favourite toys’ is all yours now, all eighteen tracks about my coping mechanisms, and one about how there’s happiness after heartbreak… 🤍

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JackAntanoff - You’re a living legend 🫡

Yourusername - That’s all you New Jersey

User13 - What. The. Fuck. This. Album. Has. Killed. Me.

User14 - I’m sorry but wtfdym miss Y/n Y/l/n has a song where she says the word ‘I’ll get older but your lover stay my age’

User15 - All too well killed me

User16 - I love how you can just tell what songs were produced by jack and what by Aaron

User17 - ‘I know it won’t work’ is so heart wrenching istg no one speak to me

User18 - I’m its biggest stan

User19 - WHERE DID THIS HOE FIND MY DIARY WHEN WRITING THE PROPHECY ?!??!!??

User20 - Because I liked a boy is so superior, like she finally addressed what Daniel’s ‘fans’ put her through at the start of their relationship

User21 - ‘Say it once again with feeling, how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming, leaving me breathed and reeling, my beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree d-y-i-n-g’

User22 - How did it end is so superior

User23 - Y/n could write Romeo and Juliet but Shakespeare couldn’t write this bridge

User24 - PAY FOR MY THERAPY

User25 - Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it. And I'll say, "Good riddance". 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden. I would've died for your sins. Instead, I just died inside. And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

User26 - The smallest man who ever lives reigns supreme on this album

User27 - NONE OF YOU HOES TALKING ABOUT CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT?

User28 - FR WTFDYM THERES THIS WHOLE SAD ASS ALBUM THEN JUST THE BEST LOVE SONG Y/N HAS EVER WRITTEN

User29 - I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE HELL ITS ABOUT

Yourusername - And who is my man? that’s one secret I’ll never tell.

User30 - HOE YOU WATCH TOO MUCH GOSSIP GIRL

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LandoNorris - Week off shenanigans, I’m still the biggest Y/n Y/l/n fan. New albums great btw 🫡

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User31 - Everyone is a Y/n fan

User32 - WHO ARE THOSE FLOWERS FOR HELLO

User33 - he has taste with call it what you want AND feather

User34 - he made it CLEAR he’s team Y/n

User35 - Thought Daniel was your friend..?

User36 - Everyone ignoring the boyfriend Lando pic

Yourusername - Thanks for the streams 🫡

LandoNorris - no problem 😌

Yourusername

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Yourusername - Turns out I’m physically unable to do a soft launch so, THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND LANDO AINT HE ADORABLE

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User37 - What the fuck

User38 - OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

User39 - I’m in love with them already what

User40 - Y/n you’re truly an icon

User41 - THE PHOTOS OMG THEYRE ADORABLE 😭

DanielRicciardo - wow.

User42 - GET YOUR STINKY ASS OUT OF HERE WE DONT WANT YOU LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE

User43 - This is his karma

LandoNorris - You’re cute

Yourusername - Stop I’m blushing.

User44 - Obsessed.

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LandoNorris - Lol stay mad, should’ve treated her better when you had her.

I love you so much, and I’m going to treat you that way 🤍

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User45 - LMAOOOO

Yourusername - My god I love you

LandoNorris - I love you so much more

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[lightsoutnaway]

Can i request a Charles smut? Lets say that he's playing video games/streaming, and the reader is constantly complaining how he sucks at the game or doesn't play it properly, and he gets so pissed that he literally destroys her brains out until she's begging him to stop😊🙏 PS: I love your works❤

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Thank you for this request! Sorry it took so long. I got kind of stuck with it and wasn't liking it for a while.

PAIRING: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+. dom/sub dynamics, brat taming, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia

WORD COUNT: 1,885

You walked up behind Charles while he sat in his gaming chair. He had been playing all day, wrapped in grey sweatpants and glasses still on. The night before Charles had begged you to spend the night, gushing about how badly he missed you at the last race. Despite this, he was ignoring you to play video games with his friends. You wanted his attention. You wrapped your arms around Charles, hands exploring his firm chest. 

“Char, come cuddle with me,” you called as you tucked your chin into his neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw. 

“Mon amour, not right now,” Charles said. You frowned. He couldn’t ignore you all day. If he was going to ask you to stay with him then he had to pay attention to you. 

“Why? It’s not like you’re winning,” you spit as you leaned away from him. Charles glanced up at you. 

“I’m winning,” Charles defended. 

“You’ve lost the last three rounds,” you pointed out. Charles scowled, but kept his eyes on the screen. 

“I won the one before that,” he replied. 

“You got lucky,” you said. 

“Ma cherie, you do not want to push me,” Charles warned. 

“I could play better than you’re playing,” you taunted. “You barely got any points last round.” 

“You never play. You could not do better,” Charles told you firmly. You could tell you were getting under his skin though. You were going to get what you wanted. He was going to give you his attention.

“I’ve watched you enough to know what not to do,” you said. “I’m sure I could figure it out from there.” 

“You are going to be in trouble, mon amour,” Charles told you through gritted teeth. You watched the screen and smirked. 

“You are too if you don’t turn left,” you said. Charles ignored you and his character was hit from the side and died. You started laughing. Charles threw the controller down and stood up. He pushed you towards the couch behind you. He grabbed your body, manhandling you till he had you over his knee on the couch. 

Charles grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants along with your underwear and tore them down your legs. You helped to kick them off. Charles chuckled. 

“So eager,” He said as he rubbed his hand over your ass. “Were you being bad just to get punished?” Before you could answer he smacked your ass cheek harshly. You moaned loudly. 

“Just wanted your attention, Char,” you confessed. 

“Well, now you’ve got it,” Charles said in a low voice as he smacked your other ass cheek. Before you could say anything he delivered another two spanks. Your legs sprang upwards from the pain and you let out a small whine. “No complaining. You wanted attention, so take the attention I give you.” 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you managed as he spanked you again. 

“Just be good.” It sounded like a vague threat, of what you didn’t know, but you knew even if you weren’t good you would still love it. 

Charles rubbed his hand over your ass before gently sliding it between your legs. His finger brushed your dripping wet hole and burning clit as he grabbed your thighs. He turned his hand away from your thigh, lifting two of his fingers to your opening and rubbing against your waiting center. 

“Please, Char,” you whimpered, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. Charles met your eyes. 

“Don’t look away,” he ordered. You had barely processed the order when his fingers hooked inside you, pressing expertly against your G spot. A luxurious moan left your mouth and your eyes rolled back into your head. Charles groaned at the sight. You could feel his erection pressing into your stomach where you were lying across his lap.

“Charles, fuck,” you moaned lowly. Charles rubbed his fingers against your G spot, tension building in your stomach. He curled his fingers inside you, easily finding your sweet spot. He started slow, reveling in how little he could do and still have you be desperate for him. When your moans started evening out he immediately prevented you from calming, taking on a lightning fast speed and thrusting his fingers more roughly. You cried out in surprised pleasure and wiggled in Charles lap. 

“Stay still,” Charles ordered, delivering a light smack with his free hand. 

“Charles, I’m going to come!” You cried. 

“I didn’t say you could yet,” Charles told you. You whined in protest at his words. 

“Please, Char. I need it so bad,” you whimpered. 

“Wait, baby,” Charles instructed you. He adjusted his hand and you whined loudly. 

“Charles,” you begged. “I can’t.” 

“Not yet,” Charles answered firmly. You whimpered, hyperventilating to try and stave off your orgasm. “Tell me you’re sorry,” Charles ordered. 

“I’m sorry, Char! I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again! Please, please please,” you begged him. 

“What are you sorry for?” Charles asked. You whimpered, unsure what the right answer was. “Are you sorry for interrupting me?” He asked. “For being a brat?” You nodded. 

“Yes! I’m sorry for being a brat. I’m sorry, sir. I won’t do it again,” you whimpered. 

“Come.” The command left Charles' mouth and you allowed yourself to let go of the powerful tension brewing inside you The pleasure came over you in electric waves, coursing through your whole body and filling you with even more desire. You moaned wildly and your body shook with pleasure. Charles chuckled at the sight of you losing conrol. You started to still again and he pulled his hand away, quickly delivering two quick smacks to your ass before pulling you off his lap. 

“Clothes off,” Charles ordered. You caught your balance, reaching out and grabbing Charles shoulders. You were still floating from your orgasm, but you managed to get your clothes off and let Charles position you on the couch once he had taken his off as well. He laid you down on your back and pressed your legs up to your chest, resting your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over your body. 

“I’m sensitive,” you whispered up to Charles. He smirked. 

“I didn’t even fuck you yet,” Charles teased. 

“Well, don’t make me wait anymore,” you taunted back. Charles didn’t like that. His face hardened and he slammed into you. You cried out in pain. 

“Too hard!” You whined. Charles grinned. He pulled out and slammed into you harshly again, keeping himself pressed deep inside you once he had. 

“I don’t want any more attitude from you,” he told you. “You take what you’re given.” You whimpered as he slammed into you once more. He pressed his hips down further against you, his tip prodding into your cervix.

“I’m sorry, sir. I just need you so bad,” you told him. 

“You’re going to have me,” Charles replied smugly. He started slowly pulling out of you. You were still dripping from your first orgasm and your wetness had coated Charles’ cock. Your cunt made delicious sloshing noises as he moved, pulling a satisfied moan from Charles. He pulled out slowly but his thrusts were quick. He rolled his hips as he pressed himself all the way into you. You were chanting his name within minutes and Charles knew he had you on the precipice once more. 

“Char, I’m close again,” you warned him. 

“I know. When I tell you.” His words were firm and you didn’t find yourself wanting to disobey. You dug your nails into Charles’ arms as the muscles in your body tightened again. 

“Charles!” You begged. 

“Go ahead,” Charles answered. You let out a sob as you fell apart around his cock, your walls tightening down on his cock. Charles groaned and his hips stuttered as he held off his own orgasm. He reached down between your legs and pressed his thumb down against your clit, aiding in your pleasure as he stopped his thrusts. You let out a loud cry when his thumb made contact with your clit and your back arched away from the couch. 

“You look so pretty when you come, ma cherie,” Charles praised. “So fucking gorgeous.”  He leaned back, his hands moving to your legs and rubbing up and down your thighs softly to soothe you. You looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes as your body twitched from aftershocks. Charles smiled at you devilishly. 

“One more,” he said. You shook your head. 

“No, Charles, please,” you objected. 

“Yes, ma cherie,” Charles shut down your protests. “One more. Be a good girl.” You huffed indignantly but spread your legs wider. 

“Be nice this time, Char,” you pleaded with him. He nodded. 

“I’ll be nice,” he promised. True to his word, his thrusts were gentler, still firm enough to have your mind spinning, but not as harsh as he had been fucking you. Your whole body was burning in overstimulation as he rolled his hips against you. Charles had you teetering on the precipice again quickly. “Are you close?” He asked. 

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered in response. 

“You can come after I’ve filled you up,” Charles told you through a gasping breath. His grasp on your hips tightened and he started thrusting more quickly, chasing his own high. He lifted your hips, adjusting the angle he fucked you at and let out a curse alongside your name. 

“Give it to me, Char. It’s what I want,” you called up to him. Charles groaned. 

“Say it. Say what you wanted from me,” he begged you. 

“I want your cum,” you cried. “Want it deep inside me. Want you to make me nice and full.��� Charles let out a deafening moan as he emptied himself inside you. As soon as you felt him cumming you let yourself go. Your cunt pulsed around Charles, milking him of everything he could give you. You ran your nails down Charles’ back, leaving angry red scratch marks behind. Charles let his hips fall against yours as he caught his breath. He looked down at your swollen cunt, coated in your wetness, his cum dripping out around his cock, still lodged inside you. He reached down and pressed his thumb against your clit. You cried out and your body jumped in shock. 

“Charlie, please. No more,” you whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks. Charles’ eyes softened and he reached up and wiped the tears off your cheeks. He leaned down and kissed you. 

“Okay, ma cherie. No more,” he agreed. He gently pulled out of you and then dragged you into his arms, cradling you to his chest. 

“Thank you, Char,” you whispered, rubbing your cheek against his chest. 

“Next time you want to be fucked just say that,” Charles told you. 

“You were ignoring me,” you pouted. Charles sighed. 

“I was,” he admitted. “I’m sorry, ma cherie,” Charles apologized. “I don’t know why. Being with you is better than any game,” he finished. You smiled softly. You leaned up and kissed him sweetly. 

“Cuddle now?” You asked. Charles chuckled. He positioned his arms around your body carefully and then stood, lifting you up with him. He started walking towards his bedroom. 

“For as long as you want,” he promised. You smiled brightly. 

“That means forever then,” you replied. Charles smiled softly. 

“Forever,” he fantasized. “I like the way that sounds.”

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I don't remember how (because I couldn't find an ask, so if I just misplaced that, I'm sorry), but some time ago @itsablueberrycow sent this little prompt and I had a bit of time so I thought I'd give it a shot!

Edwin and cat king have been spending a lot of time together which really pisses off Charles because that’s supposed to be his best friend (totally not bc he’s jealous and in love with him) and eventually after having to hear all about what Edwin and Cat king have been doing together Charles just looses it and is all, what does he have that I don’t, and ends up kissing him or confessing feelings or something because he’s so jealous he just can’t take it anymore.

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“I don’t think you should spend so much time with that guy”, Charles tells Edwin as he saunters back into the agency, looking… well, looking like he always looks, but that doesn’t matter, because Charles’ teeth are already on edge. Because Edwin has been spending time with the fucking Cat King again.

By now, Charles has met the man three times, and every single time, he likes him less.

“Don’t be like that, Charles”, Edwin all but admonishes him, and oh, he hates that, too. He’s going to be like this whenever he feels like it, actually. “He’s quite an agreeable chap once you have gotten to know him, even if some of his attempts at humour might be rather crude. If you gave him a chance, I think you might end up rather fond of him.”

“Well, I don’t want to get to know him”, Charles shoots back and means it; he doesn’t need to know anything more about this git, with his stupid luscious hair and his outrageous clothes and mysterious best-friend-stealing-powers. Charles knows just enough. Too much, even. “I just want you to know less about him, too.”

The words feel wrong as they stumble off his lips, like they reveal too much, even if Charles isn’t sure what there is to reveal: it’s quite clear, isn’t it? Edwin has been spending a frankly outrageous amount of time away from the agency, and through that, away from Charles, and Charles doesn’t like it. At all.

And yet, it stops Edwin dead in his tracks too, one arm raised to slide the bow tie from his neck, and have his fingers always been this long, this elegant? All of a sudden, Charles isn’t sure anymore.

“Charles”, Edwin starts, and he isn’t admonishing anymore, instead he sounds like he isn’t sure of what he is saying, which is a first. He comes closer to where Charles is sitting, step by cautious step, and something about Edwin’s stance, his expression makes Charles get up, like this is something he should be at Edwin’s level for. “Are you… jealous?”

It’s.

Well.

It’s a thought.

Charles turns it around in his mind, looks at its edges and its curves, its imperfections and its flaws, and doesn’t find a lot of them. It feels unfamiliar, sure, but it doesn’t feel wrong.

Curious. Definitely worth being investigated.

Edwin is standing so close that Charles could reach out and touch him, and Charles cocks his head, imagines doing so. Imagines his hands in Edwin’s, their spectral breath mingling, their lips touching, and yes, Charles misses kissing, but does he miss kissing Edwin?

He hasn’t had time to think about it too much yet, with moving back to London and new cases and Edwin spending far too much time with that menace of a Cat King.

But looking at Edwin’s lips and thinking of him on the steps to Hell, looking up at Charles so earnestly, with so much unnecessary anguish, he thinks, yes.

Even if he has never done it before, or maybe because of it, he might miss kissing Edwin quite a lot.

“What if I am?”, Charles asks, and it sounds like a challenge; maybe it is supposed to be one.

Edwin sucks in a breath, and for a moment, his eyes drop to Charles’s lips and that sends a jolt through him that feels like electricity, feels like heat, feels like the affection he has always had for Edwin, just a little more of it.

“In that case”, Edwin says, and he sounds like he is still reaching for the words, like they are hard to grasp or maybe just hard to keep, or say out loud. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

It’s the most un-Edwin thing to say, and Charles almost feels himself gasping at it; the heat is back, and so is the electricity, so is, most of all, the bone-crushing love he has for this impossible boy with his perfect hair and his pink lips and the mind and the wit and the compassion that Charles has loved ever since he met Edwin, cold and scared and dying.

“You want me to?”, Charles asks, and the bravado drops from Edwin’s shoulder like a blanket he doesn’t need any longer, because he is warm already, like a coat he has outgrown. It makes it better, because this is the Edwin he knows, and in the end, that’s the Edwin he wants to kiss the most.

“If you are sure about it”, Edwin replies, and there is a question in his voice he doesn’t speak out-loud; Charles hears it anyway. I want this, if you want it too. If you will want it tomorrow and in a decade and in a century, then I want it more than life itself.

“Yeah”, Charles says, and in that moment knows he is, knows that he will be sure about it tomorrow and in a decade and in a century. “I am.”

And then, he does something about it, even before Edwin can say another word, have another thought; he leans in and kisses Edwin, kisses the sigh and the speech and the doubt right off Edwin’s lips, and kisses on them the electricity and the warmth and the affection instead.

And finds out he was right; he’s missed this, has missed this even before he knew what missing it would feel like.

[saerins]

ᯓ ᝰ CRAZY GOOD .ᐟ — itoshi sae

hold up, netizens. you’re in for a treat this time because guess what? out of all people, it’s time for itoshi sae to hard launch his girlfriend: you.

itoshi sae x female reader. content tags pro-player!sae, established relationship, profanity, kissing, kind of a tease here, he likes showing you off, oliver is the matchmaker. word count 1.5k

ᯓ notes .ᐟ hi guys i finally have some sae content for you all !!! >:) yes i’ve missed him , and no i didn’t abandon him :’) heh i hope all my sae lovers that are still here will like this mwah <3

there are many things that itoshi sae is good at.

soccer skills, one of them. snubbing people, the second. (that’s how he got the reputation of being rude—even if it’s not really true!) and three, not last and not least (but still substantially), it’s causing a buzz.

he caused a buzz the moment he debuted on the soccer field. his first game and he already made a name for himself. people started asking where he’d been his whole life (even if he was introduced to the people very early on), equating him to soccer megastars like cristiano ronaldo.

ever since that day, he’d been caught in the spotlight numerous times. mostly related to soccer, but some due to his personal life. more specifically, the media loves to take a guess on who he’s dating.

yeah, he’s had more than his fair share of dating rumours. if it were up to the media, sae would have had about thirty-four girlfriends by now and he’s only twenty-six this year. (go fish!)

but as many people do, almost everyone who consumes media content about sae is particularly interested in one thing that is shrouded in mystery: his dating life.

because despite all the rumours and whatnot, there’s never been any confirmation of any relationships at all. and no one in his circle has ever coughed anything up, so anything in that regard has been strictly hush-hush.

well, until tonight, when your boyfriend of six months invited you to one of his teammates’ high-profile birthday party.

“what, are you nervous?”

your boyfriend’s ever unbothered tone is still the same as when you first heard it a year ago. somehow you find it funny that one year later you’re living with the same guy you’d first found to be somewhat intolerable.

sighing, you try and zip up the back of your dress, looking into the mirror, making sure you have your best face on. “sae, you have fans that number in the millions, of course i’m nervous,” you comment, watching from the reflection in the mirror as sae saunters over to you, taking his hands out of his pocket.

he smirks at you through the mirror, his body pressed against you as he helps you zip your dress the rest of the way up, his lips right next to your ear. “i’ve never even seen you this nervous in front of me,” he says, poking a little fun at you as he gives you a light kiss on your temple.

a soft chuckle comes from him as you deadpan, obviously in much more distress than he’ll ever know. not that he’ll blame you; he’s used to the fame, you’re not. “relax, they’ll love you.”

“sae, they won’t.”

he shrugs. “yeah, you’re probably right,” he agrees, earning a small slap on the arm—and he’s laughing again, though this time he tilts your chin up and gives you a long, slow kiss. the kind that takes your breath away everytime he does it. “but who cares? i love you.”

and there he goes, saying that as if it’s no big deal. making your heart beat so quickly it’s not funny. and before you know it, he’s whisking you away into the lobby where a personal towncar is ready and waiting, with the chauffeur and everything.

“geez, oliver sure loves to go over the top, huh?”

sae gives a sharp exhale at your comment. “hey, that’s your friend right there.”

you roll your eyes, getting in first and sticking your tongue out at him. “and you should be thanking him, without him we’d never have met.”

you look away from him right after saying that so you don’t see it, but sae’s smiling to himself, already thanking his lucky stars.

he thinks meeting you and getting to love you is the luckiest he’ll ever get in this lifetime.

by the time you’ve arrived at the venue—a hotel in the heart of the city—swarms of paparazzi already litter the streets outside. they’ve no doubt had their fill of the other soccer players and mega celebrities that have already arrived and are now ready for the real star of the night (aside from the birthday boy himself): itoshi sae.

of course, everyone’s expecting to see sae all by himself because that’s what usually happens; sae attending any and every event alone and unbothered by the scene. it’s never a surprise anymore, but sae’s a good payday and they’d never miss a single shot.

the moment sae exits the car, it sounds like there’s a million shutters pressed all at the same time, give or take a few milliseconds. (it’s nothing you’re used to.) he stands right where he got out for a few seconds, and even inside you can hear the amount of photographers just begging sae to look straight at them.

and if you think that’s rowdy enough, oh boy you’re in for a treat. because the moment the paparazzi realise that sae’s not, in fact, headed for the hotel just yet, you can hear just a few confused noises before it turns into even more pleading the moment they realise he’s opening your side of the door.

when he opens it and holds his hand out for you, that ever handsome smile on his face (which you forget that he only ever shows to you), you feel like you’re nearly blinded by all the flashes. you brave through it though, taking his hand and getting out of the town car, being greeted by the mass of photographers yelling out to you and sae.

“sae, who is that!”

“hey, girl! look over here! yes right there!”

“what’s your relationship?”

“obviously that’s his girlfriend! hey you!”

you’re a little wide-eyed, stunned at how chaotic this scene is. it’s easy to lose yourself in it, but as it always is, sae realises it whenever you are, and he’s quick to pull you back in.

in this case, he pulls you into his arms, a hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he rests his forehead against yours.

“hey, focus on me, just me,” he whispers to you, eyes looking into yours, eyelashes fluttering against one another’s.

(the paparazzi are having a field day.)

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you ask him, chuckling because you only now realise what a fucking tease he is.

sae shrugs, pulling your hair away from your face. (he’s actually just really grateful to you for doing this for him when you don’t need to—when you’re happy to just be able to support him behind the scenes but he really just wants the world to know that you exist, because it’s a blessing, really.) “maybe i am.”

and this time your heart’s beating faster than you know it ever could, his teal blue eyes melting into your gaze, lips getting closer and closer to your own, his calloused hand on the back of your neck.

like clockwork, his lips sink into yours, his tongue snaking its way in. (and the crowd goes absolutely wild.) you’re both laughing at the panicked and hurried yells from the photographers, slowly pulling away from each other.

you reach your hand out to wipe your lipstick stain off his lips but he doesn’t let you, winking at you and leaning in to whisper, “let everyone know who i belong to.”

such a fucking tease.

not that you’re opposed, so you let him be, shaking your head and following him as he holds your hand and leads you in.

within the next hour, pictures of you and sae flood the internet. (notifications come flooding into your phone too.)

itoshi sae hard launches new relationship with mystery woman!

soccer world loses another bachelor—everything we know about itoshi sae’s presumed girlfriend

most of them are pictures of your kiss, with a good chunk of it being his lipstick-stained lips.

as you scroll through some of the articles your friends texted to you, you’re probably never going to be used to it. you’re probably going to be anxious over everything you do in public now.

a slight panic bubbles up in your chest, but then sae comes over, pulling you backwards into his embrace, looking over your shoulder at your phone.

“that quick, huh?”

and suddenly it’s like anxiety has never existed. because even if it may not seem like much, a year of knowing itoshi sae has made you feel safer than you ever did, knowing that he’s always there to catch you, to never make you feel alone.

you melt into his embrace, turning your head and giving him a kiss, your lipstick stain still on his lips.

“i fucking love you, itoshi sae.”

his eyes widen a little before they grow soft, arms pulling you even closer. “i love you too, stupid.”

(and while the two of you are getting all lovey-dovey at his party, oliver’s just slightly—a lot—upset that sae upstaged him during his own birthday party.)

“i fucking hate the both of you,” oliver groans.

[mountmortar]

i've brought it up before but there is genuinely something to be said about the fact that blue calls the hgss protagonist to say that they remind him of red and then he ALSO calls them literally just to ramble about pokémon:

"I'm Blue. When I look at Pokémon, I get a strange feeling—you ever get that? There's round ones, flying ones, swimming ones, flaming ones, freezing ones, shiny ones, dark ones—there are so many different types, and yet, they're all Pokémon. I mean, like Pokémon, there's not just one type of person, either… But it's still kind of strange when you think about it."

which is probably because. again. they remind him of red. and he's sad and lonely and misses his best friend (made obvious by his depressing mini-speech about nature being capable of destroying everything if it so much as twitches when you First Meet Him in gsc/hgss, daisy alluding to the fact that he "needs company" when she gives you his number, him literally starting out EVERY PHONE CALL where the protagonist is the one to call him by saying "Hello…Whatever… Don't worry about me. I'm doing peachy over here!" which. speaks for itself. nobody would have thought there was anything to worry about if you hadn't gone and said something, blue). but there's also something to be said about his OTHER phone call to the protagonist:

"I'm Blue. Anyway, you're really something. Traveling all by yourself, visiting all these different Gyms you find and beating them all… Well, you're not really alone…You've got Pokémon with you!"

i think the emphasis he puts on the hgss protagonist traveling by themselves in the beginning like it's some sort of marvel before he covers it up by saying "you're not alone actually you've got your pokémon" is kind of funny because it's so obvious that he's miserable being alone. even when they were competing against each other he and red still did their journeys together. gen 2 is the only generation where they're separate. they're both at the world tournament when we see them next in black/white 2 and even when it's mentioned in xy that blue went to study in kalos for a while you could also very much argue that red went with him (probably just to hang out in the background) considering they BOTH mega evolve their pokémon in sumo/usum where they've literally moved to alola and lead a battle facility together. these two have literally never been separated in their lives because they grew up together and apparently three years of no contact between them was enough to be like "alright well that's never happening again. i'm spending the rest of my life with you. prepare to be perpetually stuck with me for the rest of your life." and they are both absolutely delighted by this outcome. no complaints. it's THE funniest fucking thing ever.

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 19

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"Congratulations, Maria Grazia. That was beautiful" Mason said.

"Thank you, thank you" she smiled. "Will I be seeing you at tonight's party?"

"I would not miss it for anything in the world."

"Perfect. Now go find Adele and tell her to stop taking photos. Her job is done, she deserves to enjoy some time with her boyfriend."

"I will. Thank you."

"Thank you, Mason" she said, giving him one last hug before moving to talk with other guests.

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"That's enough, Adele. Time for you to be in front of the camera."

"I don't like to be in front of the camera, Rianne."

"You do if it is me the one behind it, tho."

"Mason?" Adele said, slowly turning around.

"Hello, gorgeous" he smiled, his dimple showing.

"He's called her gorgeous. I want a guy to call me that too" one of the other models said behind them.

"What are you doing here?" Adele asked.

"Maria Grazia asked me to come find you to tell you that your job is done and that it is time to enjoy your boyfriend." 

"Addie, if you aren't going to enjoy him, I will" another model said, making everyone laugh.

"You heard her" Mason said. "So put down that camera and let's go have lunch somewhere nice."

"But I…"

"You nothing, Adele" Rianne said. "You are going on a date with your boyfriend. But before that, he is going to take a proper photo of all of us together. The selfies from yesterday don't count."

"Oh my God, a photo taken by Mason Mount!" one of the girls said.

"Look at how excited they are. You can't say no to them" he said, trying really hard not to smile.

"Ok, fine" Adele sighed. "But just one."

"Or two, or three" Rianne smirked, quoting what she had told her the day before and making her laugh once again.

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"Thank you."

"What for?" Mason asked.

"For this. The picnic, the time alone, being away from all the noise… I really needed it after all the chaos from the past few days."

"Anything for you" Mason said, kissing Adele's forehead. 

"Can we stay here and not go back to the city?" 

"We have a party to attend tonight."

"I know. But this place is perfect." 

After the Dior show, they had taken a car and driven outside Paris, a picnic already set and waiting for them in the garden of an old château. Mason had thought about it all beforehand, somehow managing to rent the place just for them.

"It is perfect, isn't it? I came here to shoot an editorial a few months ago and I knew I had to come back and bring you with me."

"Then why do we have to leave?"

"Because if we don't attend that party, Maria Grazia will be very disappointed and Rianne will kill us."

"That's true" Adele chuckled.

"But we'll come back once fashion week is over."

"What?"

"Fancy a whole week here just the two of us?" he smiled.

"I would love that, Mase!" she said, throwing herself at him and hugging him.

"Then it is settled" he laughed. "On one of the nights I think we should dress as a prince and princess and have an over the top dinner. What do you think?"

"That would be amazing! Can I wear a crown too?"

"Whatever the lady wishes."

"Thank you, my prince" Adele giggled. "I love you."

"I love you too" Mason said before kissing her.

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"There they are, the hottest couple in Paris!" Rianne said when Mason and Adele walked into the Dior party. 

"Told you we should have stayed at the château. People weren't yelling at me there" Adele said.

"I wasn't yelling at you. I was yelling about you" Rianne corrected her. "And a château, uh? Well done, Mount."

"Thank you" he smiled. 

"What did you do? Something naughty?" 

"You were right. She is Jourdan but with ginger hair" he laughed.

"Told you" Adele shrugged.

"Jourdan? Who is that?"

"Addie will tell you all about her while I go say hello to some old friends. Is that ok?"

"Yeah, no problem."

"Perfect. I love you" Mason said, giving her a quick peck.

"Love you too."

"Urgh, you two are so… perfect" Rianne said.

"Jealous?" Adele said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, jealous of him. I also want a beautiful and talented girlfriend who looks at me with heart eyes."

"What?" she laughed.

"You are so in love with him it is almost sickening, Adele."

"I… let's go get us some drinks" she said, linking her arm with hers and trying to ignore how hot her cheeks felt. 

“Can I ask you something?” Rianne asked her once they had their drinks and had found a quiet corner to sit down. 

“Of course” Adele said.

“I noticed it yesterday but I didn't want to say anything because we had just met. But now I feel like we already are like sisters from another mister, and that I can ask you about this.”

“Ok” she chuckled.

“Adele… You aren't pregnant, are you?”

“What?” she said, almost choking with her drink.

“I mean, you are drinking alcohol, and last night you did the same. Pregnant women don't do that. And I've been checking you out, and there is no sign of a bump. Either those jeans are amazing, or…”

“I'm not pregnant” she sighed. 

“Wait, really?”

“Yep” Adele nodded.

“Then why is the press and everyone online talking about it? Just this morning I saw an article with some new paparazzi photos that mentioned it.”

“Mason's agency.”

“Oh… Of course. I had forgotten he is with them.”

“Them?”

“They don't have the best reputation, you know? And especially Erin, the big boss. I still haven't heard of anyone who has been with them and has something good to say about her or the way they treat their clients. Myself included.”

“You also worked with them?” 

“I did” Rianne said. “They were my first agency, the one I had when I started modeling.”

“What did they do to you? If you don't mind me asking, of course.”

“I don't mind, don't worry” she smiled. “They basically made me lie about my personal life like it's happening to you and Mason. After I signed with them, I started dating a male model and we became some kind of it couple because he was already known in the business. Then we broke up, I started dating a girl, and they didn't like it.”

“What?” 

“They told me that dating a girl would not benefit my career, and asked me to either break up with her or keep it private. They even suggested that they could ask one of their male models to be seen with me so people would think we were together.”

“No!” Adele gasped, a couple of guests looking their way. 

“Disgusting, I know.”

“What did you do?”

“My girlfriend told me to send to hell, to end the contract. But I didn't know how, and there was a part of me that kept telling me that I couldn't do something like that. After all, I had a career and was where I was thanks to them.”

“They may suck when it comes to their clients personal lives, but they are really good at getting them the best contracts.”

“Exactly” Rianne said. 

“Then how did you end up changing agencies?” Adele asked her.

“I had become good friends with a designer who happened to be named creative director of one of the big brands. Can't tell you which one, tho” she winked, touching the little logo on her shirt. “During the party he threw to celebrate the good news he told me that he wanted to make me his muse, to even give me a beauty contract with the brand. I was obviously ecstatic, you probably know those are the contracts that pay the bills.”

“I do, yeah.”

“Well, while we were talking about it he mentioned setting up a meeting with my agency, and my happy face dropped. He asked me what was going on, and when I told him he had the same reaction you did and said he would take care of it. He made some phone calls, and a few weeks later I had a contract with a new agency.”

“Just like that?”

“Between him, my new agency and myself we had to pay the six months I had left of my old contract, but yeah. So maybe Mason can do the same. Your families definitely have the contacts to do it.”

“I guess, yes” Adele said, biting her lower lip. Her mother and Toni knew basically everyone in the industry, and his dad had deals with really good lawyers. The problem was, the video and the photos. They could still release them as some kind of revenge. “You said you haven't heard good comments about Mason's agency, right? That they have a bad reputation.”

“They do.”

“Do you think… Would people be brave enough to talk about it? To like… make a joint statement against them?”

“Maybe” Rianne said. “But why? What is that pretty head of yours planning?”

“I can't tell you yet, but I promise I'll keep you updated.” 

She had to talk about the idea she had had first with Mason and then with Toni, and anyone could hear them in that party and go tell his agency. But if her plan worked, there would be no more blackmail, no more shame. If it worked, Mason would finally be free.

[dark-night-hero]

The Academy (Rowan Theodore)

⤷ You have been friends ever since you were toddler. Sure the two of you have lay low around each other ever since the broken engagement, but the two of you still hang out when you have time. So why won't this guy let you resign?!

Theo: My office.

Theo: Now.

You: ????

You: Bruh

You: I'm in Japan right now.

Theo: I'll have my men pick you up. Send location now.

You: Are you nuts? I'm on vacation! I sent my resignation letter months ago!

Theo: Either you send your location and let my men pick you up or I send to your parents how much you have been slacking off, using heartbroken by our ended relationship as a reason. I'm all ears on your choice, Mon chère.

You: [sent location]

You: Fuck you

Theo: Love you too.

Seen

You were furious, fuming as you landed on the academy's helipad. That fucking son of a bitch had a nerve to be such a fucking snitch threatening to tell you on your parents. How annoying! "Theodore!" You barge inside the principals room and found no one. "That fucking-" You glare at nothing then pause. Looking back to the man that escorted you who avoided your gaze. "Out." "As you say." The man bow and close the door behind him. Pissed off, you sat down on the comfortable sofa you have not seen nor sat into for months when the book shelf on the wall moved.

A black hair man in his late twenties you seen for the past few months emerge inside the office, at the same time, the smell of tobacco field the air causing you to frown in disgust. "You came faster than I imagined, did I scare you off, mon chère?" He chuckle and proceed to walk towards the window before opening it. "Or were you just that eager to see me again after three months of being away from me?" By his words, you could not help but to glare at him. Forget it, there is no reasoning with this guy. Besides, you did miss him though now that you think about it. He was really annoying.

"Fuck off, Rowan. What do you need me for? What happened to my resignation letter?" His and his stupid academy that has you as one of it's teacher. He was the one who wanted to become one, how come here are the two of you now, he as the principal, the guy who often do nothing, like seriously nothing but supervise and you as the teacher, the one who actually teach and interact with the students. Sure it was fun. Was. Right now, you just wanted to rest. After everything that happened. You just want to stay away from teaching. "Resignation letter? Oh yeah I did tell you i have it. Never said I'll approve it tho." He deadpan and sat on his office chair behind his desk. "You son of a-" thud.

Countless files where placed right in front of you causing you to raise a brow. "Special case Mon Chère, I need you as their adviser." "Enough with the nickname asshat. And no, I'm not doing this." You huff, though still took a glance at the files right in front of you, what is that?? "(First name)" He sighs then sat down next to you. "None of it was your fault." He added. "He is my student. He is my responsibility." You reasoned out. "I should have noticed he was going through something, he was a bright child and I was blinded my his brightest I didn't notice he was falling apart. I was his adviser Theo." Three years ago one of your advising students died, all alone in his dorm room with no one around him. And no amount of awards, teaching could bring him back.

"We've been through this (First name)." You felt him wrap his arm around your shoulder as you look down on your lap. You have always been a proud teacher, a proud adviser whom your students look up to. They were like your children, your goddamn annoying children. So when one of your students died. You tried to keep up the cheerfulness and pride that you have. And as soon as the school year ended, you had fallen apart. You felt like you had failed them. That you could not be a better guide for them. So you step down and never teach again, kept submitting resignation all throughout the years but this dumbass kept fucking denying them. Telling you to take a break instead in which you found no use of. Still, a paid vacation was very nice.

"It wasn't your fault, you tried your best. (First name). I'm sure he did know that too. No one is blaming you for it mon chère." "Still-" "This new class needs you." He says and you felt him pull you close to him. "You're the only one who can handle them." He added. "You can always give it a try and if you don't like it, then we can give up. I will sogn your resignation letter." Now that perk up your interest nevertheless, you are scared. "In two condition." "I'm all ears." "You get to be the co-adviser." "... Me?" You nod, looking up from your lap into his face. "Why me?" He spoke, eyes innocently blinking at you, pointing at himself. "The last time I tried to handle things by myself, I fell apart and..." You look away from him. "I always thought if you were with me- if you were me you would have done a great job. Maybe he would not end up like that." You shrug. He was the one who always wanted to become a teacher. "Plus I heard from aunt you have done nothing but to laydown on your office every day. What's the use of your degree if you're not using it?" "I am using it." "I doubt, asshat. If I suffer then it's natural that you get to suffer too."

Pulling away from him and shrugging his hold off you, you pick up one of the files on the table. "Theo." "Yeah?" "You're awfully clingy and talkative nowadays. It's annoying." "You think so?" He had a tone of amusement as he said that. That was natural when he was with you, specially when you were half a year away from him, out of his sight, texting him once in a while then disappearing again and again. He hates that you were out of his grasp even though he knew he could easily force you. He did not want that, you would not want that. So he was force to stay in place, like a good dog waiting for his owner to come back. Still, nowadays he was getting impatient. So here he is using dirty tricks to get you back within reach.

"The second condition, what is it?" Looking away from the file in your hand to look at him before turning your attention back at it again. "Oh, I was just about to say that I'll be staying in your quarters the whole school year." He almost broke the armrest of the sofa he was holding. "We used to share it when we're engaged. I'm more familiar with that room so I'll be using it, you stay most in your office right? I'll take that place." "Heh? Kicking the owner out of his place?" "Then don-" "Sure, you can have it, but expect me to pay visit once in a while." "Good." You utter as you side eye him and focus on your files. "Also Theo, why do I have a future duchess- your nephews- multi billionaire business heirs in my class?" "I told you mon chère, only you can handle them." He laughs.

Also. Is this not the name of a novel- a character from a book you have read a long time ago? Why is she within the names of the new advising class that you have? "What's wrong mon chère? Reality finally hitting you too hard?" He laugh but all you could focus on into was the picture of the characters you have seen- read in your previous life. "Rowan Theodore." "What's up with the fullname?" "I don't really think I should do this." You wanted to faint. You had knew for a long time ago that something was wrong the moment you realize you have your previous life memories. But you never suggest that it was transmigration- reincarnation to a novel you have read before. But as the main character name and face was right in front of you, her details right in front of you. Fuck me, you wanted to faint. This class will be the death of you.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[jazeswhbhaven]

Yes I understand PB and other games need to make revenue but honestly there’s really nothing to look forward to as a f2p. Paywalls have been discuss but now three month waits now? Also getting like 1 key when each roll needs 50 gold or 30 red keys is also just as stingy. I’ve been really smart with my resources so I have a lot of guilty gems that I don’t need their gift energy/ap anymore. I’m happy to be here for the journey and I hope to still play once all the kings have been revealed but man they are testing my patience

Speaking of nu carnival…I only been shown some stuff by friends because I can’t afford to play another mobile game but I’m very impressed with the designs and characters. At surface level, Eiden is a hypersexual mc done right.

I've been hoarding my resources so much I have so much Nightmare Coins at my disposal lol I think I just need more candies stacked up and to use my Solomon tears wisely so I'm not sitting here in the trenches when it comes time to use them. Between the two apps, my Erolabs one being my main focus I'm just upset I chose to use my merch bundle rewards on the Appstore version because I literally don't touch it lmao I should have just claimed it on Erolabs. I even have a season pass that can be used to buy the nightmare pass at any stage but I'm like I don't wanna use this on the version I barely use! Lol

I do want to ask PB if there's anyway they could transfer that reward over for erolabs so I can use it there. The other rewards like Petit-EL and S lvl Gabriel (i miss using him) I'm assuming I cannot transfer over.

I hope everyone continues to stick around as I find out that more and more players are f2p. The majority of ya'll are stellar and I want to keep brain rotting collectively.

AND when it comes to Eiden? That's my pookie. My bestie. My ride or die. He's living my best life and I love him (just like I love Aoba and Towa) I was doing so well in NuC btw until I got stuck on that chapter where you're fighting his brother??? and my cards are capped because of those crystal things you have to literally buy or just get lucky and get them somehow so I haven't played in a minute sadly.

[whateverloomis]

"Only if you come over" || Modern Scream (1996) one-shot

Billy Loomis x GN AFAB reader 🔞

A/N: I was wondering what Billy and/or Stu would be like in modern times, and how'd they interact over text and such, so I wrote some sexting/phone sex fun with Billy ;)

Warnings: Phone sex, sexting, description of nude pictures and videos, mentions of choking, a lot of dirty talk, Billy's a fuckboy (lol,) use of sex toy (vibrator,) reader has predetermined interests, no pronouns used flr reader, AFAB reader, unedited

*New text message*

Billy: Hey

You rolled your eyes when you opened the message and saw it was Billy Loomis once again.

You guys had been on and off playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. You needed to stop, but the attention and adrenaline rush was addicting. You allowed selfishness to take over you.

You weren't close to his friend group, the ones you talked to the most were Randy and Stu since they were the loudest. Plus, you were sure Stu wanted in the little game you and Billy had with each other, despite both of them being taken.

Other than casual interactions, you were just another nice classmate that was nice to talk to. Nothing else.

Except for Billy.

You were his distraction. Entertainment. He was tired of trying to fuck Sidney to be able to kill her once and for all.

He needed some release, and you provided that for him.

For you? It was basically the same, but it was an addiction that came from trying to keep your mind off your murdered friends. Casey and Steve. Instead of using drugs or drowning yourself in alcohol, you used the thrill of sex and seducing unavailable people just for that addictive rush of endorphins.

It had been about three weeks since you and Billy had any sexual contact and he was starting to crave you. He tried to get your attention by liking your posts and stories on the socials because there was no way in hell he was going to demonstrate that he needed you, but he grew tired of waiting.

You: Hey ☺️

Billy: How've you been? It's been a while...

You: Yes, it has. I've been good, hbu?

Billy: I've been missing you

There he went, with his straightforward pick up lines. You hated it and loved it all the same. You knew he was a player, but gosh did it feel good to be bad once in a while.

You: Is that so?

Billy: Yes, I can't stop thinking about your taste, how good that pussy feels around my cock...

Ugh, and you missed him too. The way he filled you up and pounded into you. You didn't want to play hard to get at, it was so fun to mess around with him and rile him up.

You: I don't believe you, Loomis. I might need some evidence.

Billy: Only if I get something in return ☺️

Such an asshole.

You: You know I play nice when I get what I want 😌

Billy: *New image*

You opened the picture and Billy was sitting on a desk chair in front of a mirror. He was shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants and you could see the outline of his hard cock. His veiny hand rested over his thigh and you couldn't help but imagine it wrapped around your neck.

Billy: How's that for evidence baby?

You: *New image*

You took a selfie of yourself sitting on the edge of the bed so your thighs looked extra thick. You had a black lace thong on with a white crop top that sat right under your nipples. It exposed your underboob perfectly and the tiniest bit of your hard buds.

Billy: Fuck, you're driving me crazy...

Billy: *New video*

He was in the same position as the picture only this time he was running his hand up and down his clothed length. You could see his cock twitching from how sensitive it was and Billy threw his head back, exposing his neck.

You felt yourself grow wet at the visual and the slight impatientness of wanting him with you was starting to grow.

You: *New video*

You ran your hand over your tits and lifted your shirt up teasingly, squeezing and pinching your nipples while releasing little moans. You knew that drove him crazy and he wouldn't be able to resist.

*Incoming call from Billy*

"Hey" you answered, your voice was soft and teasy.

"Let me hear your cute little moans baby" Billy said, his voice lower than usual.

You slid your hand between your legs and began teasing yourself, rubbing your clit in circles softly. "Mmhh... Tell me what you'd do to me right now" You replied, moaning just how he likes it.

Billy was already fucking himself agonizingly slow with his hand, panting softly. "I'd bury my face between those perfect thighs of yours and taste you while finger fucking you. Just how you like it." He replied and you whined at his description. You could feel his touch just by imagining him there doing exactly what he described.

You reached for your nightstand and grabbed your small wand vibrator from the drawer. Billy's breathing got heavier in your ear and you wished you could feel his hot breath against you.

"Mm, what if I rode your face instead? Grind against your mouth slowly..." You said and Billy chuckled, you could hear him smirking and bit your lip in response. "You know me so well." He responded and moaned at the end of his sentence.

You turned the vibrator on and ran it over your clothed center to further tease yourself and breathed heavier as the seconds went by.

Billy thrust into his hand imagining that he was pounding into you from underneath. Your favorite position. You could hear him cursing and the obscene sounds of his hand stroking his cock.

You could imagine him sitting in his room by himself in front of that mirror, fucking himself to the thought of your cunt wrapped around him.

Better yet, you envisioned yourself sitting on his cock and riding him slowly. his hands on your hips, holding you tightly as he meets your hips half way, burying his cock deep inside you.

You wanted to pull his hair and hear him groan against your skin while you bounced on him and gave him the perfect view of your tits.

Gosh you needed him to grab your neck and choke you until you felt faint and whimpered in the pleasure that asphyxiation elicits in your body.

By that point you had thrown your underwear somewhere across the room and held your vibrator against your clit.

"Fuck... Billy please, I need you so bad..." You moaned while reaching your throbbing hole with your free hand and teasing yourself with your fingers.

"Fuck yourself for me. Let me hear you baby." Billy moaned and you slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace.

"You... Feel so good inside me." You whimpered and Billy groaned. He loved hearing you beg for him when he wasn't even there with you.

He was approaching his orgasm quickly. The sound of your moans were just enough to make him explode, but fuck did he want to feel you too.

"Mmm, I'm so close to cumming inside you" Billy whispered and you whined at his words. You needed to feel him release inside you so bad.

"Fuck, Billy... I'm gonna cuuum" you whined pathetically and he chuckled despite him being just as close as you.

Your legs shook as you came around your fingers with your vibrator pressed firmly against your clit. You moaned into the phone pornographically and that alone made Billy cum all over his hand.

You both breathed heavily for a brief moment before Billy spoke; "I wish you were here to clean the mess you made on me."

You scoffed playfully and replied; "You're such an asshole. I'm gonna shower, I'll text you in a bit."

"Round two?" Billy said teasingly followed by a breathy laugh.

"Only if you come over."

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Hello! I’m the Anon who sent you the questions I wanted answered before I sent in my HSR X Reader Idea. First though, I’d like to thank you for answering them and for talking about the difference between someone who is extremely muscular like a bodybuilder and someone who is extremely muscular like a fighter. It was an extremely interesting read.

Now, for my request.

Might I ask for Serval, Yukong, and Stelle with a reader who is a talented fighter who, while primarily being a boxer, is quite capable of using other martial arts and the environment to their advantage. Essentially, a professional street fighter.

I had a absolute BLAST writing this, especially Yukong's part which, yes, is an Oldboy reference. Not to mention, I tried out a lot of moves from different Martial Arts like Muay Thai, Wing Chun, Taekwondo, and a bit of Bajiquan.

Also, A Special Thanks To @snobwaffles and @tragedy-of-commons for the encouragement and kind words when looking over the fight scenes.

Now! Your Wish Is My Command!

“Sister? Why are you here?” Gepard asked as he walked up to her while she sat on a box and Oleg leaned on the railing next to her, both of them watching something going on below.

“Hey there Lil Geppie! I’m just watching the guys do some sparring to see if I can get some inspiration for my next song.” Serval said with a wave of her hand.

“And you?” Gepard asked Oleg.

“Making sure Miss Serval’s friend here doesn’t rough up the guards too much.” Oleg answered as Gepard walked to the railing to look at what was going on below.

The Garrison was standing around a makeshift ring that was essentially four poles in the ground with rope tied between them.

In the ring, there were eight people, seven of which were guards, though only four of the seven were standing, their hands all raised in the exact same way, that being the standard Close Quarters Combat style taught to all soldiers in Belobog, Gepard included. The other three guards were down for the count on the ground.

Standing opposite to them, was you, arms at your side and hands closed into fists.

The first of the guards advanced towards you, readying himself to throw a right straight.

However, the moment he did, you dodged under the blow, your right fist striking him in the chin with a powerful uppercut before grabbing him by the throat and closing your hand tight around it as you walked, dragging him with you as he tried to remove your grip on him in a dazed state.

You continued to walk forward, the second guard rushing in to help his compatriot.

In response to this you threw the guard you had by the throat at the comrade who was trying to help him. He was sent flailing and stumbling back and right into the arms of his fellow who stopped his advance to ensure his friend was okay.

This would soon turn out to be a bad decision as a powerful left cross struck him across the jaw and a right elbow slammed into his temple, sending his brain rattling around in his skull before both he and his friend were sent into the ropes by a powerful kick to the first guard's chest, leaving them both dazed and unable to continue the fight.

Nonetheless, the remaining two guards were undeterred and advanced upon you as one, hoping to overwhelm you by striking together.

It was, in theory, a good plan.

In theory.

The first of the two lashed out with a left hook, you attempted to stop him by firing off a right straight to his face. However, he blocked the blow and tried to catch you with a kick. In turn, you caught his leg before sweeping him off the ground and in the same movement, dodging under the punch and countering with a right uppercut before hitting him in the knee, bringing him down.

He attempted to hit you with a wild left, however, you caught him by the wrist and then pulled him into your right jab which struck him clean in the nose, dazing him further before he was punched in the throat, sending him to the ground completely and removing him from the fight.

That left only the Guard on the ground who was quickly dealt with via being pulled slightly off the ground by the collar of his coat and then having his head punched into the ground, ending the fight completely.

The second the bout ended, Oleg raised his left arm and shouted “SILVER KNIGHT GUARDS: NULL CHALLENGER: 7, THAT ENDS TODAY’S SPARRING MATCHES! ALL OF YOU, BACK TO YOUR POSTS, AND BRING THOSE SEVEN TO THE INFIRMARY!”

“You never told me your spouse could fight!” Gepard quietly exclaimed.

“Eh, it never came up! Besides, they aren’t exactly the type to play by the book.” Serval said as she stood up while stretching.

“That aside, I finally have an Idea for a song! Better go grab them before I start working on it, they like listening to me talk about my music and my work.” Serval stated as she began to walk away, waving back to her brother and saying “Be sure to stop by later! I bet they’d love to talk about fighting stuff with you Geppie!”

The Sanctus Medicus member stared you in the eyes, slack jawed.

In turn, you did the same before leaning into your Jade Abacus and saying “Yukong, love, I… am gonna have to put you on hold. I’ve got some-”

“GET THE INTRUDER!!!” The Sanctus Medicus member shouted as his form began to morph and grow, blades forming on his arms as he ran towards you.

“-Business to deal with. Alchemy Commission Warehouse 30, Dock 3. Sanctus Medicus. Would you be so kind as to send some back up!?” you exclaimed as you sidestepped the first one’s charge, kicking him into the wall as you hung up and grabbed the Sanctus Medicus member by the head before slamming it into the wall and then through it.

However, just as soon as you had done that, a second one, carrying a massive sword, charged you.

Reacting quickly you braced yourself and caught it by the shoulders, however the force behind the charge still pushed you back before it stopped. Capitalizing on this, you kneed in in the chest before striking it in the head with your right elbow and then, when it raised its left arm to block the left that it thought was coming, hit it what a right straight sending it to its knees where you kicked it in the face with a spinning heel kick and in the process, narrowly avoiding the beam of energy that another of the Sanctus Medicus fired at you as it floated in the air.

Thinking quickly, you grabbed the member of the Sanctus Medicus that charged you by the collar and used it as a shield, ensuring that none of the beams struck you as you used the Sanctus Medicus member in your hand as a battering ram to send it, and the one in your hands through the wall and outside.

Unfortunately, this move left you in between two halls not counting the one you had just come from, both of them filled to bursting with Sanctus Medicus monstrosities.

Instantly beams of energy were fired at you and the monsters began to charge, thinking quickly you ducked under the beams and dodged back, striking the first one on the right with a right cross and the first on the left with a uppercut before stepping back once more as the hall flooded with enemies, all of them wanting to tear you apart.

“I really hope you're gonna get here soon, Yukong.” you muttered as you raised your hands and readied yourself for a fight.

This was gonna hurt.

The one at the head of the group charged you alongside two more behind it, in response you struck the first one with a left then a backhand before dodging under the seconds strike and punching it in the liver, sending it to the ground as you caught the third’s strike and punched the elbow, breaking it before you hit it in the head, using your hand as a hammer to spike it into the ground.

Three down, a lot to go.

The fourth one carried a spear and a shield, a hard combination to get over in a tight corridor like this, but not impossible.

Thinking fast, you dodged past the strike of the spear before kicking it into the wall, lodging it into it for a brief moment which was all you needed to strike the spear, snapping it and then, while the spearman was in shock, ducked under hs still outstretched hand to slip past his shield and grab him by the back of the neck and throwing him onto the broken weapon, impaling him by the throat.

Unfortunately, this left you with your back to the crowd which they were quite aware of and capitalized on when one of their number blasted you in the back with a beam of energy sending you stumbling forward and almost toppling over as another barrage went overhead and another charge was mounted.

However, you weren’t dead yet, and, using the position you were in to your advantage, trusted your elbow into the center of the first attackers charge, making a sickening crunch echo throughout the hall as the monster fell to the ground, gasping for breath whilst its fellows continued the charge, slicing and stabbing and shooting at you pushing you back, trying to corner you.

They were succeeding at.

Every attack you dodged, two more managed to strike or nick you.

Soon, you were almost at the wall.

It was do or die time.

The new head of the charge lashed out, trying to impale you on its blade.

For a moment, everything slowed, the adrenaline pumping through your body running wild.

Then, at the last moment, you stepped out of the way, and sent a punch directly into the side of its head, the armor that had become a part of its body shattering off as it was sent careening into the wall as you readied your next blow, punching into the chest of another monster, turning its ribs to powder and its insides to jelly as it went flying back, forcing a not insignificant amount of the horde you were facing back.

You briefly noted the cracking sound your hands made from those two blows.

That was the sound of your index, pointer and ring finger breaking, your wrist fracturing, alongside several of the small bones in your hand.

You were going to need to get those set back in place when you got out of this.

Until then, you raise your hands once more as you advance, fists closed tight and adrenaline dulling the pain.

The next attacker attempted to cut you down with an overhead strike which you stopped with a punch to the elbow, breaking it and following that up with a right hook to the face and then a left hook to the liver with a right uppercut and then a kick that sent it flying back and sending several of its fellows through the whole in the wall, giving a clear view of what was floating outside.

A Starskiff, loaded with Cloud Knights and standing front and center, the love of your life, Yukong, bow at the ready.

After that, things got a lot easier.

On one side, was you.

Punching, kicking, and fighting the monsters one by one. A one person battering ram that was tearing through them like a bat out of hell.

On the other, was Yukong and the Cloud Knights, shooting and cutting the enemy down.

They were caught between a rock and a hard place.

And one by one, they all fell.

Soon, you and Yukong stood before each other once more.

Worry and concern was etched on Yukong’s face as she looked at you.

“Helm Master Yukong, it's a pleasure to see you as always.” you muttered with a slight bit of flirtation in your voice, the Adrenaline in you still dulling the pain you were in and keeping your body from realizing the full extent of your injuries.

However, it did not keep you from falling into Yukong’s arms, your body unable to keep itself upright.

“Y’know, it's a shame, you cleared your day for tomorrow so we could have a day off, but it looks like I’m gonna be cooped up in the infirmary for a while.” you muttered as your consciousness began to fade, your body beginning to force you to take a break.

One that Yukong was going to ensure that she shared with you.

When the fight with the IPC in the mine began under Belobog, Stelle expected many things.

What she didn’t expect was to see her significant other fighting off an entire squad of IPC goons with their fists.

And winning.

You faced them down, fists raised as you stood on the edge of one of the many deep crags that cut through the mine.

They had you against the wall, and there was only one way out.

Through the IPC.

You bent your knees, lowering yourself close to the ground and held your fists close to your face as they began to slowly advance towards you, wary of what you were planning due to the fact half of their number had already been knocked out of the fight and into the infirmary.

Then, you exploded forward, running towards them at full speed, shifting your weight with every step to bob and weave through their attacks.

The first one, who carried a halberd of some sort, attempted to cut you down with a slash.

With ease you weaved under and through his strike before countering with a vicious left cross, sending him to the ground while you dodged another attack from one of his compatriots and countered with an uppercut before sweeping him off his feet with a swift kick to the legs.

Next, one holding a gun attempted to shoot you, luckily, you were able to slip past the barrel before the trigger was pulled, allowing you to rip it from his hands and using it as a impromptu bat, slamming it into the side of his head with such force that the gun shattered to pieces and sending your attacker flying.

Trying to avenge his fallen comrades, one of the ones carrying a halberd attempted to impale you, however before he got far you stepped to the right of his rush and countered with a right straight to the side of his jaw, a left uppercut, a knee to the chest and then a kick to his legs sending him tumbling to the ground.

All that left was one holding a gun, shaking in his boots as he aimed his gun at you and readied to fire.

In an instant you had torn the gun from his hands and tossed it away as you struck him across the jaw with a hook, his mask shattering and bones snapping like twigs before you grabbed him by the collar and continued to wail on him, raining blow upon blow upon blow down on him, his bones fracturing and shattering as you beat him within an inch of his life.

This was your home.

Was it freezing cold?

Yes.

Was the food atrocious?

Yes.

Did you go hungry from supply shortages?

Yes.

But that was changing.

You could feel it getting warmer.

You could taste the food getting better.

You could see that people were no longer going hungry.

And while you didn’t know where these black clad buffoons came from.

You did know one thing.

They were going to make things worse.

A different type of cold would freeze people to the bone.

A different type of terrible food would form.

A different type of starvation would occur.

Not to mention, all of the hard work she went through, all of the blood, sweat, and tears, she spilled to stop the Stellaron.

It would all go to waste.

You couldn’t let that happen.

You couldn’t let everything she had done become useless.

You couldn’t let her come back to Belobog and see it turn into something worse then when it was under Cocolia.

You couldn’t.

But right now, all you could do was throw a punch.

So that was what you did.

At least, until you were pulled off the man.

To begin with, you fought it.

Then, you saw her gray and silver hair.

She had returned.

Maybe things were going to be okay after all.

[cgerice]

Been four years, time for this again.

With the trajectory these redraws are going, Merlin and Gwaine are going to end up just,,, making out. Full on sloppy style right in front of Arthur.

And honestly? Good for them they deserve it lmao

[crescentfool]

happy mochizuki monday, have a little doodle i made based on a convention i went to this past weekend :)

[impossible-rat-babies]

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[whumpypepsigal]

guess who finally watched loki s02, then found out that this was the series finale and the last time we will see tom hiddleston as loki....... yeah, im not okay

[thanatos-nightshade]

Im so sorry i played Our Life: beginnings and always and not only has it sucker punched me with bittersweet feelings of life and change and relationships but its also thrown me into brain rot hell of it. Im sorry if ocean boy cove floods your feed get it? Its a pun

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wanna play the sims soooo baaaaad but bg3 takes up so much space I can't update it </3 maybe I'll ask N to help me clean out some stuff bc I simply Do Not Know things about computers lmao