#i will not stop talking about this movie so help me god

[f0point5]

I think I have sent this same request some time ago but I still would like you to write something about Emilia and Max hanging out with Victoria’s children and maybe thinking about their own future kids. But really anything with Max and Emilia would be great!

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this one, but tumblr eats asks sometimes 🤷‍♀️ but it’s too cute so here you go! I am keeping these short but I hope you still enjoy it!

✨Set during summer break 2024✨

I’m having his baby (…) no, I’m not

You take a sip of your rosé as Victoria comes to stand beside you. You’re lurking in the doorway of the lounge, watching Max sitting on the couch with his baby niece in his arms. He’s bobbing her in a gentle motion, his hands looking huge around her tiny, swaddled body.

“God, I remember when we used to say our kids would get married,” Vic says beside you, and you laugh.

You did say that. As little kids you would wish to be sisters, and somehow the only way you could think to make that happen would be for your children to marry each other. Like in that Flintstones movie you used to love. You’d draw pictures of the two of you sitting on the porch of a large house, watching your children get married.

Now you wonder if your mums thought the same, during those summers in Italy, as they watched you all play. They swear now that they did, that the mother’s intuition told them you and Max were tied together by some invisible chord that chafed on both your wrists. “A mother always knows,” Sophie said to you when she saw you last, “you will know, too”.

“And now that would be illegal and dangerous for our grandkids,” you say, shaking your head. “Crazy,”

“I like it better this way,” Victoria says, putting her arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a hug.

“Me, too,” you agree, your eyes fixed on Max and Hailey. He’s whispering to her in Dutch, her eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as she yawns in his face, which only makes him smile. He’s utterly mesmerised by her. And you’re mesmerised by him.

I swear I can actually feel my ovaries right now.

“He’s so good with kids,” Vic says. “Even with Jaye I remember he was so gentle,”

“Yeah,” you agree, only half hearing her as you take another sip.

“Gives you baby fever, huh?”

You choke on your wine. Was that Victoria or your subconscious talking?

Vic, are you in here? No, of course she’s not in here. She’s just being nosey. Act natural.

“Are you okay?” Max asks from the couch. You look over at him as you wipe your mouth, coughing once as you nod. Even as he looks at you in concern, he never stops the gentle bouncing motion of the baby in his arms.

You go to answer, but Vic beats you to it, blunt as ever. “I was just saying, you will be having one of your own soon, yeah?” She smiles, nodding at Hailey.

If Max is panicking as much as you, he doesn’t show it, just shrugging. “I mean, ye-“ You can feel your eyes widen, and he stops when he sees your face. He tries again. “May-“ he frowns at you, silently begging for help. “No?” You nod gently, and Max turns to Victoria. “No.”

She looks at you in mild disbelief. “No?”

“No,” you emphasise to both Verstappens.

You love them dearly but genetics are a crazy thing - they both share a chronic disregard for timing. They want it all, and they want it now, in any order, all order be damned.

“You’re not getting any younger,” Victoria says, nudging you.

“That is just rude,” you tell her, and she just smiles unapologetically.

“Oh, come on,” she implores, reaching up to wind her finger around a lock of your hair, “a little baby with Max’s eyes and your hair?”

“And both of our tempers,” you say with a chuckle. “Can you imagine that? Besides, we can barely make cereal, and you want us to raise a baby?”

You look at Max for support, but he’s no longer paying attention. He’s looking down at his niece like he’s holding water.

Maybe a baby can live on cereal, if her dad looks at her like that.

“I’m going to go put Hailey down for her nap,” Vic says, jerking you from your thoughts.

She goes over to take a sleepy Hailey from Max’s arms, and he looks loathe to let her go. She looks so much bigger when held by her mother, and her so much more fragile.

“When I get back, we can start on dinner. I’m going to make cereal,” Vic teases in a whisper, winking at you as she passes.

Max snorts with laughter, and you shoot Vic a glare as she starts to hum, shuffling her way out of the lounge towards the bedroom.

You join Max on the couch, falling onto it beside him with a heavy sigh.

“So glad I’m an only child,” you say, rolling your eyes. When Max doesn’t respond, you glance over at him to find him staring at his hands. You nudge him gently. “What?”

“You do,” he starts, leaning back as he turns to you. “Want kids, someday, don’t you?With me. I mean…you don’t think I’ll be, like…”

“No,” you answer quickly, when you understand what he’s getting at.

You silently curse yourself for that joke about tempers. For ever making him think that’s something you worry about. You know there’s a heaviness in Max, in both of you. You know that he is so much more than his father’s son. But you also know that the weight on his shoulders will keep him crooked until he can see that for himself. You hope knowing you see it will be enough for now.

“I want your baby, Max. Someday. There’s no one else I would ever do this with besides you and not just because I love you, but because I know you’ll be an amazing dad,” you tell him honestly, and even that small platitude seems to relax his shoulders. “But can we at least get to one year of baby making activities before we start painting a nursery?”

Max nods, letting out a husk of a laugh. “I’m shit at painting anyway,” he says, looking at you from under those eyelashes that you secretly envy.

Maybe she’ll inherit those, too.

“Free practice?” You offer with a smirk, holding your hand for his.

Max looks at your outstretched palm for a moment before taking your hand in his. “Free practice,” he agrees, using his grip on your hand to pull you forward so that your chest is pressed against his. “I’m looking forward to FP2 later,”

[spirits-n-giggles]

Must.... conclude.... Beetlejuice story.... after.... 2nd.... movie....

Go on this journey with me

(slightly edited for a better flow.)

Picture it:

A few years goes by....

Astrid and Lydia had become inceperable after their Halloween from hell and live together, but she eventually talks about wanting to experience dorm life for her first year of college. Lydia is happy for her daughter but is now afraid of being alone, not entirely sure what might happen with so many dreams that always plagued her sleep since the resurgence of ☆he who shall not be named☆ - and I want them to use that line as much as they used "keepin' it real."

The house on the hill will become internationally known as the notorious "Lydia Deets' Haunted Arthouse", she didn't have a show anymore, but that didn't stop her reputation from growing exponentially after the Halloween fiasco. People wanna buy this property for millions of dollars, but Lydia will be too afraid of whatever might happen to anyone, should they ever meet the demon from her nightmares, so she keeps the house by using some of Delia's fame funds to keep the home in their name - something Delia would HATE lol - but Lydia doesn't wanna actually be in the house.

Betelgeuse is stuck in the underworld, trying to hide from a revived Delores that continues to terrorize the afterlife, only now she is destroying the place. If the Sandworm can't kill Betelgeuse, how tf is it gonna kill Delores? Wolf Jackson is of course on the case, but things are getting out of hand. This makes Betlegeuse a prime target for anyone with a soul that might wanna rat him out. And there are PLENTY who wanna rat him out. Trying to find a way out or a way to kill the broad, he has to get creative as he stays in hiding. And where is the perfect place to hide? In a certain model town in a certain model home.

Rory will be undead and use his winning personality to act like he worships the ground Delores walks on so she doesn't suck out his soul. She will say she wants Betelgeuse and wants to kill Lydia. He is cool with that and says he will help her achive that goal. He will then become her lacky and tell her how pretty and perfect she is to keep the target off his back. He will be terrified of her but this will gradually make her love Rory and this can cause some potential fun for future scenes.

Lydia has nightmares that always involve Betlegeuse, even some can involve them going on wacky cartoon adventures from the show, but they'll be creepy and dark and stop-motion because Burton. She tries therapy, but it will end up being a bust. It's hard finding the right therapist with someone as much truama as her. OH MY GOD HAVE MICHAEL KEATON PLAY THIS CHARACTER!!!!! (Nice little nod to movie 2) It will freak her tf out thinking she's seeing Betlegeuse everywhere!

This will cause her to become a shut-in after getting rich off the royalties of selling her personal story - a melodrama of love and the loss of two parents after a lifetime of hauntings from their psychic daughter. She sells this story to various people who want to write it into something. She will end up reading raving reviews about a live theater production of her story called "Ghost House" or "Scared Sheetless" after a graphic novel that was released or some shit. Supernatural levels of meta. Might as well! :D

After a particular dream that ruffles Lydia awake in her own apartment, (the dream at the end of movie 2 maybe?) something strange will happen to the house on the hill, causing Lydia to go back and figure it out. Astrid will hear of this and not want her mom to be there alone and goes with her to help solve the mystery. Lydia thinks she knows what (or who) it is and doesn't want Astrid to come along, but she does anyway.

Hiding there in the model, Betelgeuse will see that she and her daughter have returned, thinking she's finally come to her senses and come back to him lol. Betelgeuse gets desperate for Lydia's attention in the best way he knows how - dreams. They've got a psychic connection, and he's done it plenty of times, but now it's for business as well as pleasure.

It would be some kind of earthquake that shakes the hill. Being careful and walking around whatever damage was mysteriously done, some locals say its another haunting and they want to tear the large house down and make something new. Aatrid can hear these comments and relay them to her mom. This will start making Lydia curious about the history of the hill this house was built on, especially since it's so close to the graveyard (the same place Betlegeuse was buried in the model in movie 1)

So she goes on a hunt in the small town, expands it a little, maybe even find the Mainlands old shop? This can parallel with expanding the afterlife while Betlegeuse is trying to find allies. Betelgeuse tries to round up anyone he knows that he can trust - literally anyone from the past - gotta bring Catherine O'Hara and Gena Davis back, right? Stop motion her in as a ripple in dimensional shifts or something and just use her voice. Richard would help as a thanks for helping his kid in the past, and I KNOW we can get Bob back if we tried.

Lydia can end up learning about some of Betlegeuse's history - finds a picture of an eerily familiar couple - but all this place knows is that they were just two of the MANY that were tossed in mass graves on this land centuries back but they don't know details other than they came from Italy. She will make it a mission to go to their original resting place to try to get more info. She's rich. She can do that. (Their love story was in Italy, right?)

Getting to Italy, Lydia learns the urban legend of a murder suicide of some nutorious bad couple who was known for terrorizing the nights in their hellrsising escepades, but after they were dead and buried, the two lovers corpses, along with many other discarded corpses of dead evil people, were moved out of their original land and brought to a new land to be buried there - getting rid of unwanted individuals so they could bring in the industrial revolution. There will be several names, but two will stand out along with a picture -- Delores and another name that's crossed out. Make it Lawrence, lol. Isn't that Betlegeuse's name in the cartoon?

"Betlegeuse?" Lydia whispers.

“Mom!”

“S-sorry."

Astrid tags along with her mother, happy to travel and hunt creepy shit again. Her dad would be proud. This time she won't meet a boy but maybe a girl who was also doing her own research for school. Jeremy was technically her first experience with a boy, and it's possible to stray away from reminders of bad experiences and kids experiment at this age anyway. It will be a cute goth girl who is a fan of Lydia's old show and is one of the first girls Astrid's age to ever actually be nice to her. A nice connection. This could also be a ploy to pull Lydia back into BJs world again, too - yay twists! She can maybe be an illegal ghost girl looking for help from Lydia because she thinks the paranormal human can help everyone in the afterlife.

Underworld is in chaos, and here is a rift between worlds after so many souls had been taken from the afterlife. There's no more order, reality is breaking, and the only way to get everything back in order is to destroy the soul sucker and release the souls she has absorbed. The more she absorbs, the more power she gets.

They get home, and another shift happens between worlds, and with so much death in the afterlife, it's causing serious problems in the real world and Astrid has an idea to maybe call someone for help. Lydia shuts it down, but more rifts and earthquakes happen. She will have another dream of him trying to get her to call his name. And maybe she can awaken in a living nightmare caused by the rift between worlds, and they are both almost killed (by a sandworm, why tf not!!!) before calling Betlegeuse for help.

Get real 'out there' and put those practical affects to good use and let the shenegins begin! As much as I love watching Betelgeuse try to marry Lydia, there is no attempt at marriage this time. There's too much to do. "I just saved your life, now you can help me save mine and finally kill that soul sucking witch for good.”

“No games. No tricks.” Lydia warns.

“I'm not the trickster in this relationship babe,” he wickedly grins, “but we can get back to that after we save our asses. You're coming with me.” Have him turn into a tour guide as he shows off different aspects of the afterlife thays falling apart before the three of them eventually have to run from people who have allied themselves with Delores to find Betelgeuse.

Imagine the reunion of seeing Rory with Delores. Imagine crazy shit that can magically appear to help end the story. Hell, have the goth girl Astrid meets to come back and redeem herself at the end. I dunno. She can appear and admit to being Delores daughter (before meeting Betelgeuse) and thats why she was at the same place Lydia and Astrid went in Italy to find answers- she was too.

This relationship can parallel Lydia and Astrid's positive one- have Delores sacrifice her daughter to start her sacrificial rite for power, and her daughter never forgive her (I swear I am just pulling this out of my ass) have the girl hold vengence for her mom and she can give Lydia the dagger that her mother Delores killed her with that still has the young girl's cursed blood on it. She says to use it to kill Delores, but Betelgeuse is the only one strong enough who can get close enough to do it.

With so much chaos and so many souls taken, anything can happen in the underworld, and chaos ensues. Maybe even break in to see glimpses of the afterlife, perhaps they see a glimpse of hell and see how Jeremy is being tortured (it will be a silly Tim Burton way). They can see part of the great beyond maybe wave at Delia (and the back of Charls’ head) too?

They finally meet Delores and she will say she is over Betelgeuse, happy with her new pet Rory. It's a shock for Lydia to see Rory there but isn't surprised to see him so desperate to fawn after Delores. Satisfied with the new power she’s gained, Delores prefers to keep Betelgeuse alive to torture him.

Lydia will give Betelgeuse the dagger so he can pop her like a bubble and all the souls she's consumed will escape and go back to their soul holders. But why waste energy killing Betelgeuse when Delores can just use him? She is able to levitate him up but Lydia, Astrid, and the goth girl work together to pull him back down. - this is where the goth girl can suddenly enter for the final fight!

Seeing her daughter makes her angry, and seeing her help her foes pisses her off. Delores grows in size to show her strength, and ordering Rory to take care of those little girls. Little goth girl and Astrid go after Rory and Lydia will get a plan -

"Oh... you're not into him anymore, huh? So... you wouldn't care if I did this?" And Lydia pulls that fucker in to kiss him. (This feels very Phantom of the Opera coded.....) Just a peck is enough for Delores to RAGE and she goes full attack mode. She goes after Lydia and Beletgeuse steps in front of her and kills Delores with whatever magical shit her dead vengeful goth daughter supplied, lol. (And I'm talking full jack sparrow stabbing the kraken slow mode scene) Epic as shit!!! Delores daughter will then rest in peace.

Astrid will then ask herself, “Now why the hell can't I connect with humans like I can with ghosts?”

“Family trait, unfortunately.” Lydia says feeling Beletgeuse's breath literally go down her neck with his close proximity. "At least they didn't try to suck you into marrying them."

End it with Lydia being recruited by Wolf Jackson to find those who have been lost in the real world or something. Make it to where she and Betelgeuse have to work together to keep the plane between the living and the dead closed with her as the keeper of the house.

Have the house be the main character in the end!!!!

Betelgeuse will turn to Lydia and say, "So, you're not the marrying type, eh? I'm fine with that-" He'll try to pull her in for another kiss, but she'll push him away.

"Nooo! No-" He lets her shove him to the floor, "I just knew something like that would save your ass. That's what you asked for right? Now we’re even." He quickly jumps back up. "I know jealousy when I see it.”

"You sure do." he inches closer to her, but she crosses her arms looking away, seemingly uninterested.

"Betelgeuse...”

"I can wait, honey. I know you want me." He flexes as he slowly walks away with pride. "No one can resist ‘the juice’ once they've had a taste." He winks.

Astrid groans for her mother, but Lydia just looks to him like she always does.

"Betelgeuse..."

"You will be the one to kiss me again, babes." He holds his arms out in his iconic way. "I got all the time in the world." He thinks this is the end.

"Betelgeuse."

Hmmm.... he doesn't disappear?

But he does give a wicked smile.

Turns out when killing the spirit of the soul sucking witch, the souls did escape, but her power had to be absorbed by someone, and Betelgeuse didn't... really... need.... help with obtaining more power, did he?

Would he be like demi-god state now? Why the hell not? Give me an Astarion evil ending kind of transformation. Give me love and deepspace realness. (google those). Go the whole nine and make him HOT AND SCARY in the end. Michael Keaton is attractive. It's doable! Antihero status! Make it wild! Demigod!!!!

Imagine THAT being interested in you, Lydia. I don't think you'd say no.

End it with his new form levitating and him saying that that iconic voice and green glowing eyes. "It's Showtime."

Throw in a musical number somewhere, a little justice for Bob and you have a lovely story.

There. Done.

I don't think a 3rd will be made, and if there is one, I don't think it would be this ^ stupid! Lol

[kamisama1kiss]

Heyy! I have a request for you. I really like your content. I read a lot of your headcanons.💗

Uhm maybe, can you make headcanons that how would the ninjago ninjas react to their patner (reader) breaking down/getting upset because they accidantly triggered their trauma. Like the reader had childhood problems or was in a toxic relationship or anything you like.

I hope you have a nice day!<3

I really appreciate your support for OUR page!! You're all super sweet 😔🫶 but now I will give some angst for you all to enjoy and nibble on!!

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Ninjago Headcanons { Triggerd past }

~Lloyd Garmadon~

° Immediately kicking himself but would immediately stop whatever it was and take his time to understand, communicate with you to sooth the situation.

• Making sure to give comfort in the best way he can without triggering you, such as getting you a cup of water and wrapping a blanket around for ground and comfort. Holding hands and rubbing his thumb against the back of his lovers hand, grounding them further.

~Kai Smith~

° Pausing his every move to careful place a hand on your shoulder, asking what was bothering you and bringing you into a hug. Kissing his lover on the top of their head, as an apologizeing for his carelessness around them.

• Listening to them speaking and hearing out every inch of inspiration as I rubbed his hand up and down your back, being more mindful in the future. Joking threatening if there was someone he'd need to beat up for having caused you this... he was half-heartedly serious about it.

~Cole Brookstone~

• Playing with your fingers in a sign of comfort and distraction, having had a few of his own, made him more understanding of how to comfort and speak. His voice was low and smooth to the ear, letting you cry it all out while he stayed by your side.

° Made sure to get you something to snack on and a warm blanket with a movie, wishing to distract you with media he knew you loved. But mentioning it after to talk about it wishing to know what made his lover to react like that.

~Zane Julian~

• He genuinely was stunned on what to do, rerunning the thoughts of how he could help for a mere moment. Reaching to hold your hands and keeping close by for when the mood lifted slightly, whispering soft little comforting phrases with giving your hands small squeezes.

° Doing breathing techniques and having his lover follow until it was back under control, then trying to communicate what the issue could be caused by.

~Jay Walker~

• Panicking was his first thought, but seeing you get worse from his panic made himself snap into control. Grabbing some water and putting it next to you and cracking small joked to distract in the moment.

° Having an arm wrapped you for a side hug, speaking like usually hoping that he showed no matter what, he'd never leave your side even in such a vulnerable state.

~Nya Smith~

• It wasn't the first time she'd seen you like this, and god, it shattered her every time. Taking breathing techniques and letting you fiddle with the sleeve of her shirt or bracelets if she wore that, having your focus on her only.

° When she got to you better, she'd make sure to speak calmly and show nothing but relaxation so as not to spike the already stressed lover of hers. Being in front of you to cover from any other praying eyes around that could be trying to peek.

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Sorry for the delay!! But here it is 🫶 if anything bothered you, let me know, and I'll fix it. Hope you all enjoyed reading another headcanon!! ♡

[akai-anna]

today, i'm thinking about how in movie 7 shinichi went and asked haibara for help to turn back into his 16 year old self (not only a painful transformation but he's literally sick the whole time), so he can disguise as his hurt friend, in order to save aforementioned friend's childhood friend and first love.

also thinking about how he had to put on concealer, and i truly hope, eyeliner too- *gets hit with a brick*

[todayisafridaynight]

Every guy in Yakuza seems like they have enough social awkwardness for Tien to role his eyes at…

there's no feasible chance on earth any man can be more awkward than mountain man tien I'm Going To Hide From My Friends Every Other Year And Then For A Decade After Telling Them I'd Never See Them Again For No Apparent Reason And Only Coming Back Cause the World Was Literally Ending shinhan

[vilsoo]

fnaftok discussing about the fnaf movie and their expectations is making me cringe so bad rn

[ghost-proofbaby]

i NEED to tell someone what happened at work today bc the amount of times i nearly embarrassed the hell out of myself… (apologizing now for my rambling)

first off, i sort of have a teeny crush on my manager which we won’t get into and a friend of mine came into the store and asked who it was AS HE WAS BEHIND HER and so i gave a sly little nod as he walked by. a few minutes later i’m sending a snapchat to another friend about that interaction and i’m describing the guy and it’s not until afterwards that i remember the walkie talkie attached to my belt,, the walkie talkie that has been acting weird all day,, that i’ve been hearing background noise from,, and i’m sent into a PANIC thinking that all my coworkers heard me talk about this crush on our MANAGER and i hide in the back for a solid twenty minutes but when i step out, no one says anything or gives me weird looks, AND my manager was in the office at the time and didn’t appear to have a walkie on him so i figure i’m in the clear and was worried for nothing.

THEN, my coworker is messing with one of the walkies bc they’ve been beeping all day and he speaks into it,, and he tells me he’s not even pressing the button. so again, i panic. but he turns it off and the beeping stops and i don’t hear anymore background noise so i figure it was just the one acting weird and i’m safe.

THEN i find out my friend from earlier who asked who it was i had the crush on thought i was talking about the coworker testing the walkies and i send her a snapchat while i’m standing in the restroom talking about how i’m 90% sure THAT guy is gay,, and then i realize there is someone in the men’s room which is RIGHT next to the women’s and i don’t know how well sound travels so again,, panicking,, but it wasn’t gay!coworker, i think it was old man!coworker so pretty sure he either didn’t hear me or didn’t care and i’m safe.

THEN friend comes back into the store and she asks me to point out directly which guy it i have the crush on is so i’m describing him and she says “the one messing with the radio?” and ghost i stg i never switched off my walkie so damn fast and i’m standing there ready to jump off a BRIDGE but then i remember i haven’t heard a sound from it since the other one was turned off,, and none of my coworkers are giving me looks and none of them say anything to me about it so i actually think i am safe now.

i finally shut the fuck up after that but lord have mercy on my soul i hate those fucking walkie talkies so damn bad and i’m definitely going to make sure i’m alone and turning that thing OFF when i’m saying stuff i don’t want people to hear from now on 😭

NOT THE MANAGER CRUSH NOOOOOOOOOO (it’s a canon event i can’t save you)

walkie talkies at work are a nightmare. when i was a manager i was once doing closing stuff as the floor was being fixed and my workers heard me get scared shitless by an animatronic 😭 like EXCUSE ME?? i was also 99% sure our store was haunted (ironic given the store… not naming names but… it was halloween themed) and that the walkie talkie incident was proof but it’s so reassuring to know it happens to other people (ALTHOUGH IM SO SORRY IT HAPPENED TO YOU 😩)

it sounds like you definitely didn’t embarrass yourself though love <3 the walkie gods are on your side i’m manifesting it

[queenofbaws]

If possible, I want you to pick the worst movie you've ever seen/heard of, one that brings you great pain/possible joy to imagine other people being forced to watch it. And then have climbing chrash watching it in your stead. Whether or not all of them hate it or love it or rip it to absolute pieces is up to you ;P

“If you hit that next episode button - this is not a hollow threat, by the way - if you hit that button, I swear by all that is holy, I will get up and walk out of this...aaand you pressed it.”

Ashley groaned and grabbed one of the couch’s pillows, covering her face with it in a hollow attempt to smother herself even as Chris lifted her legs from his lap, got up, dropped them again, and walked off to the kitchen. “Josh, this isn’t even fun - ”

“I know it’s not fun,” he said, skipping the show’s intro but hitting pause the moment the first frame of the episode popped up, waiting for Chris to come back, “staring at car accidents on the highway isn’t fun either, but you do that shit all the time.”

When Chris realized Josh had paused the show, he let out a wail the likes of which would’ve made a banshee jealous; he knew Josh a little too well, though, knew that he wouldn’t let it go, so he begrudgingly trudged back out into the living room with his newfound bag of chips and changed his ultimatum around a little: “If, in the first five minutes of this one, that idiot starts talking about how you can’t have marble countertops in a kitchen because red sauce will stain it, I’m going to break the tv.”

“Deal,” Josh said, nodding curtly before hitting play...and the main character promptly began explaining the downsides of marble countertops.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[astonmartinii]

reluctant cupid | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem bff!reader

you could set your bestie up with a driver or you could confess your feelings? lando norris is dumb.

based on this request: Could you write something about being best friends with lando and he tries to help set you up with another driver you have a crush on, but then he realises he actually likes you so he has to sabotage all the wingmanning he’s done and you end up together Idk if that makes sense 😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 -@mbappesleftthigh

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landonorris: ???

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landonorris: i guess...

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landonorris: being back home means being bothered by her (and whatever is her newest hyperfixation - it's sylvanian families this month if you couldn't tell)

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user9: i am so sorry but they are so in love

user10: it's cute in the movies, but these blind bitches are starting to piss me off

yourusername: THEY CAN HEAR YOU, BE A BETTER DAD

landonorris: they're not my children

yourusername: you take that back right now, you LOVE them

landonorris: you spent my money on them yes

yourusername: that's fatherhood, buddy. buckle up

user11: whoever he sets her up (if he's still dumb enough to do that) is gonna be the biggest third wheel in history

user12: who would willingly sign up for that

user13: me. i would. i have two working eyes and have seen y/n

maxverstappen1: who are these funky little critters and how can i procure some for p?

yourusername: finally a man with sense, literally any grocery store or toy store

maxverstappen1: perf

yourusername: if lando stops being mr. grumpy i'll ask him if i can come to a race and p and i can play animal families

landonorris: i am NOT mr. grumpy

maxverstappen1: you kinda are dude. is it the set-up is it stressing you out?

landonorris: nO

yourusername: then why are you putting it off !!! lando i might die from terminal yearning !!!

landonorris: i have an interested candidate

yourusername: really? do you think they'll actually like me? like this isn't a pity date right?

landonorris: nope!

user14: lando is typing through tears as we speak

user15: if y/n does go on a date with someone from the paddock i actually hope it goes well, as one lonely girl to another, it's tough out here we need one win

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f1wagupdates: turns out lando is a bit of a cupid as his childhood friend y/n y/ln was spotted out and about with carlos sainz.

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user20: HE ACTUALLY DID IT

user21: that moment when you're so down bad for a girl that you set her up with your best friend

user22: that moment when you're such a wimp you can't admit your feelings and set up the girl you like with a literal GREEK GOD

user23: i am so bamboozled by this move he literally looked like a kicked puppy on his stream bro this is your doing 😭

user24: she's a lover girl she's going to get her heart broken :(

user25: this has mess written all over it

user26: she's literally described herself as a terminal yearner i feel like she'll throw herself in and will get hurt

user27: UNLESS! this is all part of the plan? what if lando set her up with a messy guy like carlos so he can be the shoulder to cry on and that's how he slides in?

user28: that's very convoluted, very rom-com but i'll take it if it means we get lando and y/n together in the end

user29: i know this probably won't last long but can we all appreciate how hot this couple is?

user30: lando and y/n runs rings round y/n and carlos

user31: lol lando is a bad friend for setting her up with CARLOS him and charles are THEE red flags

user32: i hope y/n is prepared

user33: also lando hasn't thought it fully out if his plan is to be the shoulder to cry on because he's just opening her up to be called a homie hopper or a paddock bunny

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: productive weekend with my girl

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user34: well that's not y/n

user35: that finished faster than i expected

user36: lando DO NOT quit your day job

landonorris: call me bro

carlossainz55: si, cabron

user37: i don't think they'll be cabrons after this call

user38: maybe this is all just going to plan?

user39: yall gotta give up this conspiracy theory maybe these people are just as dumb and mean as they seem to be

user40: soooooo... what did we all do this weeekend?

user41: i broke a girl's heart @carlossainz55 twins 👯‍♂️

user42: AHHHH???

maxverstappen1: oh that's not-

yourusername: you're so chronically online :(

maxverstappen1: you're alive?

yourusername: yes. coming at you live from the bed i'm currently rotting in

maxverstappen1: not going to say i didn't warn you?

carlossainz55: really? in my own comment section?

yourusername: one second, we're having a conversation here

maxverstappen1: yeah carlos, gosh.

carlossainz55: i'm so confused

user43: okay power move to just start a conversation in his comments?

user44: the power of confusion is simply unmatched

yourusername

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yourusername: certified boy hater

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user45: a ferrari boy will do that to you

landonorris: feeling hashtag victimised rn

yourusername: obviously doesn't include you girlypop. but you seriously need to reevaluate your judgement

landonorris: carlos is attractive?

yourusername: he ghosted me?

carlossainz55: i am right here

yourusername: blocked.

landonorris: did you actually just block him?

yourusername: yes 😀 !

landonorris: god this is a nightmare

yourusername: not if you'd take a GOD DAMN HINT

landonorris: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

user46: yall this is a public instagram comment section

user47: don't say that, this is their argument in the rain moment

user48: lemme grab the popcorn 🍿

maxverstappen1: this better not include the real number one girlypop here

yourusername: of course not pookie

oscarpiastri: you gonna continue the lil spat above this?

yourusername: no?

oscarpiastri: well some people (max and i) would like to listen so please continue

yourusername: no, i don't think i will

oscarpiastri: GOD YOU PEOPLE ARE INSUFFERABLE

maxverstappen1: what oscar said

user49: oscar and max are so real

user50: they can't leave us on this cliff hanger

landonorris

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landonorris: some snaps from '23

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user51: have we just been thirst trapped?

user52: i don't think it was intended for us

user53: this has "i am hotter than carlos sainz" written all over it

yourusername: posting tits on main, brave.

landonorris: i came second in singapore.

yourusername: sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. modesty, ever heard of it lan?

landonorris: slutshaming isn't cute y/n

yourusername: you kinda have to pull to be a slut lan. you are under qualified for the position

landonorris: if you keep being mean to me i will call your mum or my mum.

yourusername: try it. i see cisca more than you, i have faith in her

landonorris: the line is busy. are you on the phone to MY mum right now?

yourusername: maybe.

user54: we're so close to them getting their heads out of their asses

user55: don't get my hopes up

danielricciardo: i hope this works lol

landonorris: you don't think i'm sexy?

danielricciardo: it doesn't matter what i think

landonorris: i'm not sexy :(

danielricciardo: you're baiting me but yes, you are sexy.

user56: i'll fight anyone who made this man believe he's not beautiful

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user57: I SAW THAT 📸

user58: someone just lock them in a cupboard at this point

oscarpiastri: noted.

yourusername

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yourusername: yeah, yeah. you can stop yelling at us now.

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user61: LET'S FUCKING GO

user62: it was worth all that yelling. i expect an invite to the wedding now.

user63: wedding? girly they only just realised their feelings after a DECADE

maxverstappen1: it was about fucking time

yourusername: okay miss ma'am. some people are EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE AND NOT VERY GOOD AT PROCESSING THEM

maxverstappen1: you must've been emotionally constipated because this was painful

yourusername: it was painful for me too

maxverstappen1: so painful that you dated CARLOS

yourusername: one date! ONE!

maxverstappen1: carlos said can you unblock him so he can be mean to me?

yourusername: fine.

carlossainz55: STOP MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A BAD PERSON. YES I AM NOT THE BEST AT RELATIONSHIPS BUT LEAVE ME BE

maxverstappen1: lol

yourusername: lol

user64: unblocking carlos to hit him with the lol max and y/n might be more iconic than lando and y/n

landonorris: not on our relationship announcement post 🤨

user65: OOP.

landonorris: i love you doofus

yourusername: i love you too muppet

landonorris: how much was the betting pool for your family?

yourusername: it got to over £300

landonorris: ours was £750

yourusername: are we dumb?

landonorris: no!

oscarpiastri: two dumbass girls saying 'yass' to each other

yourusername: LEAVE US BE

landonorris: oscar :(

user66: not their own families betting on when they'd get together 😭

landonorris

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landonorris: first win, hopefully not my only one.

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user67: MY BABIES

user68: i feel like i've been on this journey with them

oscarpiastri: thank god you guys got your shit together, i was THIS close to jumping out the nearest window if i had to watch lando mope around like a kicked puppy when y/n had the lil thing with carlos

user69: so it wasn't some grand plan?

oscarpiastri: no he's just dumb enough to actually set up his first love with his best friend

landonorris: OSCAR!

oscarpiastri: am i wrong?

landonorris: no... but! i got there in the end

oscarpiastri: good thing you're faster on track

user70: the grid being just as done with them as us is killing me

maxfewtrell: finally this unnecessarily long and overly convoluted saga has come to and end, lets never do this again!

landonorris: i'm locked in for life bro no worries

yourusername: awwwwwwwwwwwwww i love you too bubs

maxfewtrell: stop being sappy under my comment

yourusername: you just complained we didn't sort out our shit fast enough and now we're too sappy?

landonorris: STICK TO A STORY BOZO

maxfewtrell: now you're even more ride or die... can we go back?

yourusername: nope!

landonorris: nope!

maxverstappen1: i for one am very happy for you both

yourusername: thank you max !!

landonorris: not so fast, he had the biggest bet on us in the paddock

yourusername: get that bag sis

landonorris: ???

yourusername: we can't fight it anymore, let them have their jokes, we actually have each other now :)

landonorris: yes we do :) xx

user71: golly gosh this is so fucking cute

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[ivegotyourbackbuddie]

Waiting for a scene where Buck and Eddie are discussing their dating woes at the station, and Buck jokes, “Maybe we should spare the Los Angeles population and just date each other.”

And while Eddie laughs it off, Hen swoops in to say, “No, I think you might be onto something.”

Eddie suddenly stops laughing as Buck goes, “Huh?”

“Why not just date each other?” Hen asks as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Chimney laughs, “Hell, you’re already practically a couple.”

And while Buck and Eddie stammer out no we’re not and it’s not like that. Chimney crosses his arms and looks at Buck. “What was it that you said to me and Maddie about how we were already a couple? Something about how ‘you always are talking and texting, you do karaoke together, you do buff-fridays together, and you finish each other’s sentences…’”

“You remember that with a shockingly high amount of detail,” Buck says to try to turn the conversation away from him.

“And Buck and I don’t do ‘Buff-Fridays’ together…”

“We do pasta and a movie with Chris,” Buck says, finishing Eddie’s sentence.

Hen and Chimney exchange a look.

Eddie frowns and says, “Okay, we do those things, but how are we any different from the two of you?”

Chimney deadpans, “When I first met Hen, I definitely didn’t want to sleep with her.”

“Hey! Maddie promised not to tell you that!”

“And she didn’t,” Chimney says with a smirk, “but you just confirmed my suspicions.”

Hen has the audacity to cackle while Buck and Eddie both shoot her a look which only spurs her on. She’s practically wheezing when she says, “You two are also practically co-parenting Christopher.”

“Which isn’t what people do when they’re dating. Sure, they can love my kid, but they can’t parent them. Now Buck is my best friend so he… he can… give him advice and help out…” Eddie argues weakly while Buck’s heart skips a beat because Eddie just practically said yes, Buck is a parent to Chris.

Finally Bobby joins the conversation to add, “You’re right. People who are casually dating usually don’t coparent a child. But people who are married do.”

This sends Chimney and Hen cackling while they gasp, “Oh my god. You guys aren’t just dating. You’re married.”

And before Eddie or Buck can argue with them, Ravi innocently asks, “But you guys broke up for a reason, right? I know you guys work great together, but getting back with your ex is usually a bad idea.”

Everyone just stares at him as Eddie defensively asks, “Since when did we ever date?”

And Ravi’s jaw drops as he answers, “I mean. When I joined the one-eighteen everyone said it was better to stay out of the whole Buck and Eddie thing and not ask questions. And someone told me about this fight in the middle of a grocery store which I thought meant a breakup but… oh god.”

Of course, Buck and Eddie can’t get a single word in as Hen, Chimney, and even Bobby start laughing as if it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. The only thing that gets them to stop is when the bell rings, but even on the ride over, everyone - except Buck and Eddie - seem to have the giggles.

After the call, which is just a minor fender bender, everyone thankfully takes the advice given to Ravi and gives Buck and Eddie some space. But for the rest of the shift, the two just kind of stew in silence with their own thoughts.

At the end of the shift, everyone fleas from the locker area so Buck and Eddie are left alone. And after a few moments of torturous silence, Buck finally asks, “Why aren’t we dating?”

“Buck.”

“I mean they’re right. We’ve practically been dating this whole time - married even - just without the… physical stuff.”

Eddie just shrugs. “Physical stuff has ruined every relationship I’ve ever had.”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“But it has.” Eddie emphasizes his point by harshly shutting his locker and turning to Buck. “Why should I risk what you have with Chris - what you have with me - just for sex?”

“Because maybe it’s worth the risk. And maybe it wouldn’t be just sex. Eddie, you already have me. More than anyone else ever has. So why not date?”

“Buck…” Eddie trails off, endless emotions in that name.

Buck pushes on, stepping closer to him, “Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t try. And if you can’t give me a valid reason, then let me take you on a date.” Buck smiles softly. “I mean, we were already planning on getting breakfast in the morning. But this time I could pick you up and maybe hold your hand at the tabl-”

“Evan,” Eddie finally says which makes Buck’s heart drop. “Just… give me some time to think about it, okay?”

And Buck nods and holds his hands up while backing away. “Got it. Sorry for pushing. We can pretend it was a joke.” He tries not to look the way he feels - absolutely heartbroken.

Eddie just gives him a weak smile and grabs his things before heading toward the door only to stop in his tracks and walk to Buck. “Hey.”

Buck glances up at him, searching his expression for something.

Eddie grabs his shoulder, thumb resting above his collarbone. “We’re still good for breakfast tomorrow?”

Buck smiles and nods. “Yeah. Always.”

“Good,” Eddie states, lingering in the moment before his thumb moves slightly, caressing Buck’s collarbone for a moment before he steps away and leaves without another word.

Buck watches as he goes, placing his hand over where Eddie’s was. He can’t help but wonder if Eddie was testing the waters with that swipe of his thumb or trying to soothe Buck in his own way.

It’s only a few hours later when Buck can’t sleep that his phone lights up with a message from Eddie.

Let’s make it a date.

[latenightdaydreams]

Okay, imagine mechanic!Konig who fixes your car and is just you know- hot. And then as payment he wants a date. In the back of his car. Where he fucks your brains out and is just so sweet. Mutters the dirtiest things about always being able to fix your car if you give him a baby or something and is just- god I'm feral for this man. And your writing!

Anyway, sorry if it's a weird ask. I love your writing to death, it's fantastic! Make sure to eat yummy snacks and stay hydrated!

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! That means so much to me and I'm so happy to have such great supporters like you! I absolutely LOVE this idea! I hope you enjoy! Thank you so so much for your support!! 💗

Mechanic!König x reader (fem)

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Part 2

>cw: fem/afab, sex for payment, p in v, breeding kink, dirty talk

Word count: 1.4k

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You turn your car off and step out, accidently slamming the car door behind you. The ground underneath your feet is uneven as you make your way towards the open garage door. The place looks old and the location seems right out of a horror movie, but you push those thoughts aside.

Looking inside the garage you see a man bent over under the hood of a red pick-up truck. His dirty white shirt and oil-stained jeans are all you can see of him.

“Excuse me? Sir? Hi, I’m y/n, I was wondering if you could look at my car?” Your voice is small and polite, like your customer service voice.

König stops working on the truck and stands, looking over at you. His eyes roam your body, taking in your shape before his icy blue eyes finally meet yours. He looks around as if to check if you were here with anyone or if you came alone.

“What’s wrong with it?” He asks stoically not giving away how attracted to you he is just yet.

“I have trouble starting it and when it does turn on it makes this terrible screeching noise,” Your eyes scan his body, his muscles glistening from a light sheen of sweat across his body. His face is stern with scars across his cheek and upper lip, but it doesn’t take away from his handsomeness.

König stays quiet for a while before walking forward and grabbing a rag to wipe his hands off on, “Okay, let me take a look.”

Tossing the rag aside he walks forward towards you with his hand out for your keys. You place them in his palm, his eyes looking down at you as he towers over you with his 6’10 frame. You turn on your heels and walk to your car with König following close behind. His eyes are glued to the way your ass sways with every step you take.

He unlocks your car and leans in to turn the car on. His eyes watching the dashboard as the engine stalls turning over. Once your car eventually does, he hears the loud sound you spoke of and he knows the issue.

“You have a bad alternator.” He steps back and looks down at you before opening the hood of your car. “It’s an easy fix, should only take an hour, two at most.”

His eyes go back to you and his gaze lingers on your cleavage before looking back down at the car, “There are seats in the shop, you can wait there.”

“Okay, thank you.” You walk back to the garage and pull out your phone to help pass the time. You look around to see an old photo of a car and nothing else personal. The space is clean and only the sound of his radio fills the space.

An hour and a half passes by and König walks in. You put your phone back in your bag and stand.

“She turns on, no issues now.” He says as his eyes look around the shop trying not to be too intense with his gaze.

“Oh, thank you so much sir, -”

“König.” He cuts you off, his gaze going back to yours.

“Thank you, König.” You smile warmly at him. Looking down at your purse you begin to fish your wallet out, “How much do I owe you?”

König looks at the wallet in your hands before his gaze travels over your body once more. He wasn’t interested in your money. There is one thing he’s wanted since he saw you walking up to him, you. He didn’t want to be a perve and ask for it, so he just gave you a price, “$600.”

Your face drops as you only have $400 until next payday, “Can I pay $200 now, and the rest later.”

“I don’t take payments.”

“Oh...”

“But,” he walks closer to you, “I’m sure we can figure something out.” His large hand caresses the side of your face, a smirk on his lips.

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You end up in the back of his SUV with blacked out windows parked behind his garage. Your clothes stripped off and thrown on the floor, your body completely exposed to him. His shirt pulled off showing you his muscular abdomen as his pants are pulled down around his knees. A soft blonde happy trail leading from his belly button to his erection. One of his hands gripping your thigh and holding one leg up as his other hand guides his condomless cock to your pussy.

He pushes in slowly at first, letting out a soft groan as he feels how tight you are. Your warm gummy walls wrapping around his cock as he bullies his way inside.

“Mein Gott your pussy is so tight Maus,” he moans as he grabs your other leg now. His lips kiss your legs up to your feet as he slowly bucks his hips forward. Your hands grasp the seat as he fucks you. Pathetic mewls leave your lips, feeling your pussy being stretched to an almost painful point.

“You’re so beautiful…” Letting go of one leg, he moves his hands down to your breast and begins to tug on your nipple, leaning in as his lips find your nipple; licking before sucking on your sensitive peak. His tongue circling around before wrapping his lips around and pulling gently, your fingers combing through his blonde hair. His mind wished you were full of milk so he could drink from you. His hands dropping down to your stomach and caressing your soft skin. Oh, how beautiful you’d look swollen and full with his child.

“You need a man to take care of you Schatzi,” he leans back and looks at your pretty pussy stretching around his fat cock. The sound of your wet cunt sounding like angels singing to him. He pushes both legs back and leans into you more as he begins to pound your pussy harder. His eyes watching your breast bounce before his eyes travel to your stomach. You’re tiny compared to his massive body, but taking his dick so well.

“I could be that man,” he groans, “you’d never have to worry about your car ever again Liebling.” His voice was laced with lust and ecstasy. König has never desired a woman so much before as he desires you.

“Just have my baby, let me fuck my baby into you.” He growls as one of his hands goes to your sopping wet pussy as begins to rub your clit.

Legs twitching, you’re lost in the euphoria of the moment. His cock filling you and making you so dick dizzy you don’t even fully register his words. “Please, yes, fuck me.”

“That’s what I want to fucking hear.” König grabs your leg and moves you on your side. He lays his body behind you on the seat and lifts your leg up. His face by yours as he gently kisses your neck and the side of your face. His cock slipped back into your wet pussy, causing your eyes to flutter. He let out a small sigh, “That’s my girl.”

König moves hair from your face as he continues to kiss all over you, “You’re so perfect Schatzi.”

His hand slowly slips down your thigh as he begins to rub your clit again, “Cum for me Liebling, cum on my cock.”

You turn your head to look at König, his eyebrows pinched together as his mouth hangs open. His eyes meet your and he leans in to kiss your soft lips. His tongue licks your lips before pushing between them. His tongue twirling in yours and tasting you, he’s in heaven. He can feel you begin to tighten around him as your legs begin to tremble. Your kiss begins to get lazy as you concentrate on your orgasm.

“Please, please, please.” You moan out, your breathing heavy. His hand rubs over your swollen sensitive clit faster making you squirm in his arms. You feel how wet you get as your pussy begins to squeeze around his cock, his balls tightening as he is eager to get off.

König’s eyes roll back as he leans his head against the seat now, his arm under you wrapping tightly around your stomach and grabs it.  “Do you want my cum?”

“Yes,” you look back still on a high and watch his face as he closes his eyes while the pleasure takes over his whole being, “please cum in my tight pussy.”

That made him let out a loud groan as he moaned your name. His cock begins to throb as he releases deep inside of you. He leans forward to kiss your neck and check, desperately wanting your lips. You turn your head to meet his lips as you both kiss passionately.

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Nine weeks later your car is still running great, but you’re 4 days late.

Part 2

[vixeneptune]

☆ The universe obeys my wishes and commands

☆ I'm spoiled and catered to by the entire world , my happiness is the only thing that matters

☆ time isn't real , everything that I want already exists now

☆ reality is so malleable and easy to manipulate and change

☆ my mind is so powerful I can easily bend reality to my will , I have the power of god inside me

☆ my desires are obsessed with me

☆ my beautiful imagination and inner reality is my true reality and I manifest it easily without lifting a finger

☆I don't have to chase anything , anything I want wants me 10000x times more

☆ my life is like a movie and I'm the main character

☆ stress and doubts don't even exist in my reality, I'm so carefree and unbothered I was put on this earth to experience everything i want

☆ I'm a goddess incarnated as human , but I still have the beauty and the aura of a goddess

☆ I literally get every single thing I set my mind to

☆ I'm a star , ofc I shine. I naturally steal the spotlight. I'm iconic , I'm the moment

☆ I have supernatural magnetism, everyone is magnetically and hypnotically drawn towards me

☆ I embody the true essence of love and beauty and I radiate love and beauty

☆ my beauty and my energy light up the room, I turn heads wherever I go. I'm a natural mogger , always the most attractive in the room

☆ I get what I want, doesn't matter what or when or how. If I want it, i get it.

☆ I have an abundance mindset, an infinite amount of love, money, and beauty within me and all around me. I attract amazing opportunities and possibilities bc im naturally super lucky and abundant

☆ I'm booked and busy, my life is so exciting and eventful I always have amazing things coming up

☆ I'm a natural influencer, I'm the IT girl everyone wanna be like me or be with me

☆ my sexual magnetism is off the charts, people can't help but crave me and fantasize about me. I'm irresistible and magnetic

☆ I have zero resistance, nothing holds me back, nothing can stop or block my powerful energy

☆ I love how everything works out for me on its own its like life is rigged in my favor always and forever

☆ I naturally inspire everyone around me with my powerful beautiful presence

☆ there's something about me so addictive that has people wanting more like they can't get enough of me

☆ I'm so pleasing to look at and be around, people feel so good in my presence. They get excited to see me and talk to me

♡♡♡

[ashtxrie]

due 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen hyungs as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen hyungs x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total MAKNAE LINE VER.

이희승 — lee heeseung

varsity jackets, notes in lockers, late night calls, secret pining, basketball games

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

he's on the varsity basketball team, so by law you're hyping him up (disguised as hyping up the whole team) before the game and now he has to win!!! (plus he made a bet with jay about the team's winning streak)

i'd think that you two are closer than acquaintances but don't know each other well enough to be close friends

you guys probably met through mutual friends groups that kind of merged????

it was junior year when he signed up for every ap class you took just to look at your face more often.

horrible move for his gpa, amazing move for his mental well-being

... that was, until his mental well-being was compromised again because his ap calc grades were... not sexy

"help like actually i don't think my coach will let me stay on the team if i fail another quiz like that 0.05% grade decrease might be the end of my career"

you start tutoring him not because you're super confident about your calc skills, but because 1) you're better than him at least 😂and 2) it's a free excuse to hang out with him after school

you guys have your first tutoring sessions over discord vc btw like LOSERS

"can you hear me okay"

"..."

"dude you're muted"

IT WAS BAD

he's got the popular guy on the outside, an absolute loser on the inside persona

like he's lowkey a romantically awkward dude

but once he got to know you a bit more from your 1 on 1 time (still on discord.) you guys got really close!

would talk shit together right before basketball matches too

"[name] make sure to start booing when the other team shows up because unfortunately i think they're actually really good"

you're really passionate about how the other schools have horrible players (regardless of stats) and love to narrate a play-by-play with heeseung after the match is over

he finally confessed to you after a whole business year (jake and riki were about to dox their private dms by then)

you guys are like those stereotypical high school movie it couples, where it seems like two gorgeous popular people fell in love

they don't need to know he's just a hopeless romantic!!

박종성 — park jongseong

blue ink, keyboard clicks, shared laughs, handwritten notes, guitar strings

you thought he was pretty intimidating at first ngl

first day of school and he has a whole pre-established friend group, somehow found a table to sit at, has an effortless air going for him

you were paired up with him for a group project in history and

god help this man is SO straightforward and to the point

"ok so i'll do this part and you can do those parts. let me know if you have questions."

insert working in SILENCE for the next hour and a half

at least you two got your work done though!

but then, as an icebreaker in the last ten minutes of class you asked:

"oh... so, uh, do you ever wonder how liquid soap was invented?"

girl wtf!

your internal thought processing was like ??? damn who said that??? before you realized it was YOU

fortunately for you, jay was not completely weirded out!

he even looked a bit interested!

VERY interested, actually!

and that's how he began google searching like crazy, pulling up a million wikipedia articles and scouring the internet to answer your question

because how did you know he was curious about that too!

he really went from 0 to 100 and wdym you thought this man was cold and stoic

he became a d1 yapper for a solid ten minutes, up until the second the bell rang

he was even subconsciously walking with you to your lunch spot, STILL talking about william sheppard and that day in 1865

when he stops and finally realizes where he is, he actually blinks a bit before asking if you had joined any lunchtime clubs

and you were like oh yeah!! i'm in guitar club

he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes at that tbh

HE WAS IN LOVE

wdym your interests were perfectly aligned???? was he in a soulmates au

fast forward three months, and he seriously thinks he's found The One

confesses to you after playing guitar!! and he wrote a handwritten letter too with a cheeky reference to that one liquid soap conversation that started it all

you never feel like you're being "too weird" when you're with him and you two can always be your candid goofy selves with each other :))

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

muji pens, fond eye rolls, sharing books, lunch dates, lattes, TI-84s

you already saw this one coming

physics lover jake, but you've deemed physics your number one opp

HOW can this man go "i love this subject so much omg" after you've just gotten your third 72% in a row?!

it's not like you weren't smart (the class average was a 55)

and it's not like you hated the subject itself

okay maybe you did

but you just thought there were so many other alternatives other than physics to fawn over as a favorite subject. like. ANY other subject

one day, you're seated next to jake in calc and he just turns to you and starts talking out of NOWHERE

he’s like wow isn’t this so interesting? calc is like a hobby of mine!!

and you’re like boy stfu??? i’m literally struggling how is this your pastime 

poor guy just wanted to make small talk and impress you with stuff he thought you were interested in… which is academics 

fast forward to that afternoon in history though, and tests are passed back

you're a certified humanities girl, so you got an 100!!! academic weapon

jake, however..... is kind of an academic shield in this case

on the midterm, he had written that the victorian era ended in 1592, and filled in everything else he didn't know with "mansa musa" because it was the only thing he retained from ap world

maybe you genuinely felt really bad for hating on him when he had struggles of his own, or maybe you felt really nice that day, or maybe you were secretly hoping to get to know him more....

either way, you don't know what came over you when you tapped on his shoulder

you missed how his eyes widened a bit when he turned around, and how he looked genuinely shocked that you were talking to him in an initiated conversation! maybe his rizz was working! (maybe it was)

"there's a method that i use to memorize terms that i could teach you, if you want"

IF HE WANTS??? he would've literally jumped with joy if the paper in front of him wasn't such a nuclear bomb to his gradebook

so that's how you suddenly started spending all your lunches sitting with jake at an empty table together

he tutors you back for physics and math too, so it's fair

and DAMN it works

suddenly you two are all-rounder academic weapons???? he has your back for STEM, you have his back for humanities

like that's literally a power couple right there.

only one problem.

you aren't a couple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you confess to him after one of your study sessions, by plotting a heart on the desmos graphing calculator using the equations that he taught you

it was super cute!!

he was literally the proudest and happiest man alive he teared up a bit (he would never admit it though)

and NOW you guys are the campus power couple

“babe look at this!” and he's waving at you with his 100 on the history final

he actually started jumping and hugging you (embarrassingly) when you found out you got a 94% average in physics at the end of the semester, giving you an A in the class

you were so shocked when you opened your report card that you didn't even register it until you heard jake go "YOOO OH MY GOD BABE THAT'S INSANE I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT YESSS I'M SO PROUD OF YOU"

well maybe thanks to jake the subject isn't so bad now!

박성훈 — park sunghoon

big school, comfortable silence, convenience stores, headphones, lingering gazes

the "everything kinda sucks here, except you" type of plot

sunghoon tries to stay out of the spotlight, keeping to himself with his head down, hood up, and headphones on

you're not really sure when you met him first actually, but you're both the same type of people where you're just going through the motions

you intrigued him though-- maybe it was the slightly melancholic look in your eyes? or maybe it was the way you purse your lips when you find a particularly hard question on the worksheets in class

either way, he finds himself wanting to get to know you more

funnily enough, he sees you at the convenience store after school as he walks home, and his feet start walking him in your direction

you see him first, and give him a smile and a little wave-- and sunghoon waves back without even thinking about it

that was the entire interaction that day, but sunghoon keeps replaying that part when you smiled and waved at him

why can't he stop thinking about it?

some things definitely changed too-- you start saying hi to him in the hallways at school, you turn to sunghoon to ask questions in class, and you seem to brighten up whenever you see him

you guys start to have conversations, starting with simple small talk, then moving to longer, more random dialogue where you both just say whatever comes to mind

the two of you become so close that you decide to walk to and from school together, since you found out that you only live a couple blocks away

sunghoon likes to place his headphones over your ears to show you new songs every morning, and you like to share earbuds in the afternoon to walk home together

he also starts to slip little notes about his day in your backpack before you go your separate ways in the neighborhood, signing off with a little p.s. to meet him at the park before sunset

it takes him SO long to muster up the courage to confess to you because he keeps thinking you'd say no

but when he finally does, all his fears melt away because you looked at him in such a soft way

he's actually reminded of why he fell for you in the first place

because with you, there’s no judgment from the outside world in the little bubble that you’ve created with him

it's just the two of you against the world <3

TAGLIST : @star-sim @boyfiejay @jlheon @jwsdoll @dimplewonie @suneng @en-gelic

[angelbwrry]

pretty boy. armin a.

cwᯓᡣ𐭩 nsfw link, virgin!armin, masterbating, cockwarming, sex outdoors, size difference, minor mention of blood as armin fucks readers throat, cum-eating, eren + connie cameo . . . or in which he can’t stop getting hard at the thought of you. mdni.

a/n ᯓᡣ𐭩 literally throbbed writing this. also if you’ve been following me for a while, i og had this as a complete story but I’ve cut it down and edited it <3

campcounselor!armin who you can’t help but gawk at. he’s fine as fuck. his blonde hair falls perfectly into his face, giving him an almost ethereal look. he’s wearing a sleeveless nirvana shirt that clings to his toned form, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the strength beneath. his inked muscles flex as he fluidly lights his cigarette, each movement smooth and deliberate, like a well-rehearsed dance.

it’s almost mesmerizing how tendrils of white clouds spill from his pink lips, curling and twisting in the air before dissipating. the way he handles the cigarette, with such casual grace, adds an air of mystery to his already captivating presence. he’s talking to his friends, his voice a mix of warmth and authority, occasionally breaking into a deep, resonant laugh that seems to reverberate through the air, sending you clutching your legs.

campcounselor!armin who you find out is a bit shy, ironic seeing as he’s the epitome of sex on legs. yet as you’re complementing the intricate ink that litters his body his cheeks turn a soft pink, and he looks down, a shy smile playing on his lips. it's almost comical how someone so effortlessly attractive can be so bashful. his shyness only adds to his charm, making him even more intriguing and endearing.

campcounselor!armin who’s taken a liking to you. his steel blue eyes watch intently as you prance around on the dock in that tight ass bathing suit, every movement captivating him. your large tits are barely held by the flimsy fabric, and your pussy lips are practically busting out of your bikini bottoms, making it impossible for him to look away. god, you’re so fucking sexy. he could get drunk off the way you laugh, so airy and light, like music to his ears.

he almost can’t believe it when you cannonball into the lake, water splashing everywhere, and your flimsy top unties itself in the process. his heart races as he swims over to you, his hands trembling slightly as he helps tie the strings together for you, the close proximity making his breath hitch. your mango-scented hair is like a slap to the face, intoxicating and overwhelming his senses. he’s so fucking hard, he can’t stop his mind from wandering how your big glossy lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

campcounselor!armin who is trying not to lose his cool as you lay on his chest, one leg outstretched and the other tossed over his. it's exactly one week before the kids start showing up, so eren suggested a movie night. so here all of you are, squeezed into the boy’s cabin. you hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but star wars was just so damn boring. armin finds even your soft snores perfect—honestly, do you have any flaws?

he can feel your warm breath against his neck, and it's driving him insane. every slight movement you make sends shivers down his spine. he hopes he doesn’t wake you as he carefully slides from underneath your limp body, trying to be as gentle as possible. his tip is leaking from how horny he is, and he knows he has to do something about this raging boner before it gets out of hand.

armin lazily mutters an excuse to connie about going out for a smoke, his voice barely above a whisper. the buzzcut boy, too busy drawing a dick on sleeping eren’s forehead with a mischievous grin, just nods absentmindedly. armin steps outside, the cool night air hitting his flushed face as he tries to calm himself down.

campcounselor!armin who can’t calm himself with a cigarette, the thought of you is too much. “f-fuck, 𐙚⋆°.⋆♡!” his whimpers are desperate as he strokes his thick cock sore. the thought of you writhing underneath him as he pounds your sweet pussy has his head lulling back. steadying himself against the cold, graffiti-covered bathroom stall with one hand, closed fist working his twitching tip quickly. he imagines it’s your warm mouth, your lips wrapped around him, and his legs shake at the thought of you looking up at him with those big doe brown eyes as you gag on him.

he wants nothing more than to use your mouth as a pocket pussy, “such a pretty face. i wanna nut on it,” he breathes raggedly. the wetness that coats him is loud as he rubs himself, bucking his hips into his ‘o’ shaped hand. he can almost feel the heat of your breath, the slickness of your tongue. “ughhhhhh,” a loud groan echoes through the stall as hot spurts of cum spill into his hand, his eyes roll back as he continues tugging himself until he’s shaking from sensitivity.

campcounselor!armin who’s taken back by your question, ‘we should ditch, right?’ his hands fiddle with the beer can, looking like a toy in his hands. before he can respond you’re pulling the six foot two man to his feet, a couple of ooooo’s coming from the group perched around the campfire. you giggle, saluting a middle finger then locking hands with armin before you set off on a nearby trail that led to the water. it always looked magnificent this time of night, stars mirrored in the still water, moonlight bouncing off and emitting light throughout the night air.armin stumbles slightly as you pull him along, his laughter mingling with yours as you navigate the winding path.

the sounds of the campfire and your friends' voices fade into the background, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant call of night birds. the air is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth. you can hear the soft lapping of water against the shore growing louder as you approach.

“w-where are we going? we aren’t supposed to get in the water after ten,” armin stutters, and you giggle, looking over your shoulder at him. the moonlight casts a gentle glow on the lake, creating a serene and almost magical atmosphere.

“do you always follow the rules? c’mon, don’t be boring,” you say softly as you two finally make it to the wooden dock. the wood creaks under your feet, and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore adds a rhythmic background to your adventure. armin nervously bites his lip; here you are just holding his hand, and he’s hard as a rock, feeling like a teenage boy hitting puberty all over again.

“no, of course not,” he lies through his teeth, not wanting to seem like a loser. the cool night air brushes against his skin, contrasting with the warmth emanating from your hand.

you giggle, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, and he wants to desperately kiss you. you look so pretty to him, and if he wasn’t such a coward, he’d pull you into him. the reflection of the stars in your eyes makes his heart race even faster.

“you know i saw you that night, right?”

armin freezes. no . . . you couldn’t have, you were asleep. the sudden shift in conversation makes his heart skip a beat, and he feels his face flush with embarrassment.

he gulps and scratches his frizzy blonde hair sheepishly. “w-what? i really don’t know—”

you cut him off immediately, “don’t be coy, armin. i heard you in the bathroom whimpering my name.” you’d woken up a couple minutes after armin had left, rubbing your eyes groggily as you looked for the man. connie had stated he’d gone to the bathroom, and you decided to go see if he was okay, but to your surprise, when you reach the door, you can hear armin calling out your name in pleasure.

“well, that’s embarrassing… i’m mortified. i promise i’m not a creep, okay?” armin says quickly as he panics. he’s taken aback when you press your soft lips against his, a small moan emitting from his throat as he wraps his hands around you. the kiss is electric, sending shivers down his spine as he pulls you closer.

you pull back from his lips, a string of saliva following, and you swipe your thumb across his lips. you swear you can see his pupils dilate as you do that.

“have you ever had your dick sucked?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, but the words hang in the air between you, laden with anticipation.

armin shifts in embarrassment; he’s never so much as seen a pair of boobs besides in magazines, let alone had his dick sucked. you take his non-answer as a no and slowly get to your knees, hands fumbling with the belt on his jeans. his heart races in his chest—is this really happening? is a pretty girl really about to give him head? is this a setup?

he hears your fingers unlatch the belt and your hands pull down his pants, fingers playing with the hem of his gray calvin klein boxers. you bite your lip as you look up at him through your lashes, his bright blue eyes meeting yours. the dim light of the cabin casts a warm glow, making the moment feel almost surreal. the scent of pine and campfire smoke lingers in the air, adding to the intimate atmosphere.

“what happens at summer camp stays at summer camp, okay armin?” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

he nods anxiously, his breath hitching as your fingers brush against his skin.

“i’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” you assure him, your tone soft and comforting.

“o-okay,” he whispers so low you almost don’t hear it, his voice trembling with anticipation and nerves.

campcounselor!armin who’s fucking your throat relentlessly, hips rolling into your mouth at a constant speed. you hold his thighs for support as he uses you like a ragdoll, feeling the muscles tense under your fingertips. “shitttt,” he drawls, your tongue sliding across his cock greedily, tasting the salty sweat mixed with his precum. he has to bite back a moan at the sight beneath him, spit and light specks of blood covering his dick as you suck him. the moonlight casts shadows over your face, highlighting the saliva-covered mess, eyes half-lidded as your fingers circle your clit in hard motions.

“sucking me so good,” armin grunts, reveling in the shlurp sounds that fill the night air. your mouth is so tight and warm around him, it’s hard for him to keep his head from lulling back. “shit shit shit, g’na make me nut.” his voice is whiny and shaky, the way you’re fondling his nutsack has got him in pure fucking shambles. he’s so close, stomach clenching tighter each passing second. he wants to pull out, he swears he does, but fuck you’re so inviting to be inside.

“cummin’!” armin groans, hot seed spilling into your mouth, tumbling from the corners of your lips. you giggle, wiping the sticky mess off your face with your shirt. “i-uh, fuck. i’m sorry,” he stammers, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and post-orgasmic bliss. you laugh at his apology, “you’re saying sorry for cumming in my mouth?” you quip an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “uh yeah . . . guess i am.” you shake your head at his innocence, standing to your feet. the night air cools the sweat on your skin as you lean in close, whispering, “don’t be. just fuck me.”

campcounselor!armin who’s stretching your poor pussy around his thick cock, making you lose your mind. they always say big dick men are the quiet ones, but this? this is absolutely delicious. “armin,” you whimper breathlessly, feeling every powerful thrust in your tummy as he pounds into you. he's buried so deep inside you, his bulge visible each press into you. your swollen lips ache from the intensity and friction against them. you want to run but you're locked in by his grip, unable to escape. you're a mess beneath him, a drooling, crying, whimpering mess. “fuck, you’re tight as shit.” armin whimpers, the feeling of you clutching his cock almost unbearable.

campcounselor!armin who’s summer just got a whole lot better.

[strawb3rrystar]

Gift from the gods.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Fem! Reader

Summary: The Incredible Nightcrawler is insecure about his looks, thinking that he'll never be good enough for you. Safe to say that another movie night is ruined, again.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, BREEDING, slightly feral kurt, tail play?, marking, slight body worship, talks of having children, lots of aftercare and cuddles, kurt is insecure :(, shitty german , not proofread

Word count: 3.9k

✰Masterlist

You set the large bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, eyes flicking over to the couch where you expected your mutant boyfriend to be curled up, waiting for you. But he wasn't. Your eyebrows press together with worry as you notice the bathroom door is still closed. Kurt told you he had to go when you started making popcorn. But that was almost thirty minutes ago.

Inside the bathroom, Kurt was looking at himself in the mirror, pointing out all his insecurities. His sharp teeth, his ears, eyes, tail, not to mention his blue skin as well. All the things that didn't make him human. All the things that made him a monster. Kurt jumped in surprise when you knocked on the bathroom door. "Coming, liebe!" he called, trying not to sound like he was just loathing himself. "Just a sec, I'm.. washing my hands still!"

"Are you sure you're alright, Kurt? You've been in there for almost half an hour," you ask him calmly from the other side of the door, but your worry still grew. "Yes, yes! I'm fine, don't worry! I promise I'm fine," he replies, forcing a cheerful tone. He had no right to worry you with his insecurities, not when he was a literal monster. Kurt looked at his reflection as he said that, his eyes falling on his sharp, shark-esque teeth. His tail behind him was curled and twitching nervously.

You sigh after hearing that, pressing your forehead against the door. "You know I love you, right?" Kurt winced at your voice, hating how your words made him want to breakdown and cry like some child. But he swallowed thickly and shakily nodded to himself, his hands gripping the side of the sink. "Of course.. I love you too." He spoke softly and clearly.

"Okay... I'll be here when you're ready." You push away from the door, leaning against the wall across from it. Kurt's heart broke, he just needed to pull it together. He needed to get these stupid thoughts out of his head and not get emotional in front of you. He took a couple of deep breaths, forcing his tail to stop moving, shoving his hands under the faucet and turning the water on. Washing his hands and face for the third time. After a couple of minutes, Kurt pulled the door open, forcing a smile. "See? I'm just fine! Sorry for taking so long."

You smile softly as you see him "I made the popcorn." Kurt chuckled and moved closer, wrapping his arms around you. "You're too kind, love." He spoke quietly, gently pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he shut his eyes. He had to stay calm, or he was going to burst into tears and ruin the night. But just being held close to you helped relax his muscles. You notice a shift in his demeanor, your eyebrows twitch with worry. Running your hands up his arm, you ask him a question "You okay?"

Kurt swallowed again, pressing his eyes together tighter. No, no, he was completely fine. He had to be- He bit his lip, moving his head to your shoulder, nodding silently. "Yeah... yeah. I'm good. Just... long day." His tail curled around his leg anxiously. Why did he always struggle to tell you the truth? It wasn't like you'd get angry or anything... right? Right? You look down at his tail, noticing how it curled around his leg. "Kurt... you can talk to me if something is bothering you."

He didn't reply for a solid minute, just holding onto you silently. He knew he could. He knew he should. But it was hard, and he didn't want to make you think less of him. Kurt nodded quietly and finally mumbled "I.. I am just.. worried you don't.. like how I look." He admitted, swallowing thickly once more. In response, you cup his cheeks, making him look at you. "What makes you think that?"

Kurt sighed, pointing at all of his features "Don't get me wrong, I.. I like how I look, I really do. I just.. I just.. I'm worried that I disgust you with my looks." You scoff, shaking your head a little "Kurt, I wouldn't stay with you for seven years if I was disgusted by you." He laughed bitterly at his own stupidity, gently resting his forehead against yours. "I know, I know. Sometimes I just fear that you'll realize you could find someone.. someone normal. And then what? Then I won't.. be enough." His voice grew soft and shaky towards the end, his tail curling around his leg once more.

"No." You immediately reply "No. You are a masterpiece. Every inch of skin on your bones is a brush stroke from the gods." Kurt leaned into your touch, letting you gently hold his face, as he swallowed down a wave of emotion. "You.. you really think so?" He asked hesitantly, desperately wanting to shut down the little voice in the back of his head saying that you were lying. He should know you better than that, but the negative thoughts were never going to shut up. Were they? Just always waiting for an open window to attack.

"I don't need to think," you remark "It was already written in stone." Kurt chuckled quietly at that, some of the tension leaving his body. "You really aren't helping my ego, love." He teased, gently brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear as his tail uncoiled and wrapped loosely around your waist. "Well, about the whole 'me finding someone' thing. I couldn't find someone else," You grin.

Kurt huffed, his tail giving a little twitch to show his annoyance. "Why not?" He grumbled as his arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you closer to his body. His insecurities and fears were not helping be logical. You lean closer to his face, your lips hovering above his. "Because I can't live without you," You whisper against his lips. Kurt's breath caught in his throat. That's it. He was done for. He presses his lips against yours. Kissing you with a level of passion that could rival Ororo's lightning. "And I can't live without you either." He mumbled against your lips between kisses, his tail twitching again, but for a different reason.

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back. Kurt pushed you further down the hallway until you reached your shared room in the apartment. You backed up until the backs of your legs hit the bed, still entangled in the kiss. He laid you down on the mattress, lips catching yours in needy desire. He hovered over you, his body resting between your thighs. You pull away a second later for air "I love you so much." He leaned down so his face was pressed into your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. "I love you more." He whispered against you neck, his tail curling around your leg, brushing over your thigh.

You gently run your fingers through his hair "Mh- my Nightcrawler." He groaned in pleasure at the sensation, a shiver running up his spine as his lips sucked on your neck, trying to leave as many marks as he could. "God, say it again, please?" He mumbled into your skin, his knee pushing your thighs apart. "My Nightcrawler.." Groaning again, his hips gently rock against yours in response. God, he needed you. His lips nipped at the crook of your neck, hips grinding against yours once more. "Again. Please." He moaned lowly, his body wanting more than just hearing those words.

"My... my Nightcrawler.." You whine, making him growl and sink his teeth into your neck. A mark that would take ages to heal. "God, the things you do to me..." He mumbled, still grinding his hips against yours, though a bit more urgently. He needed you. Wanted you. You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, and that only adds to his desire. Any sense of self control he had was quickly disappearing. He lifted his head from your neck, staring down at you, his pupils slightly dilated. "You're mine." He breathed as his hips rock against yours with a little bit more force. "Say it." He demanded, his voice husky.

"I'm.. I'm yours." You reply, his body shuddering in response. Then he quickly moved to pull off his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor before leaning back down and claiming your lips in a hungry kiss. Kurt wanted your clothes off. Now. You moan against his lips, fingers finding his scalp. He groaned at the feeling of your fingertips in his hair and pulled back, panting. "Clothes. Off. Now." He fumbled with the button on your jeans, his hands were slightly shaky with need. You quickly agree and pull off your shirt and bra in one go, tossing them aside. His pupils dilated more at the sight of your bare skin, his teeth ached for you.

Kurt's hands wander down your body, down to your stomach and hips. Wanting to squeeze and mark every inch of skin you offered to him. Eventually, his hand slipped into your now unbuttoned pants. "Please take them off." You mumble, your eyes half lidded. He was not going to say no to that plea. He immediately maneuvered his hands to pull your jeans off, alongside your underwear. Leaving you laying in front of him, bare. Once you were, he sat up, drinking in the sight and committing every inch of you to memory. Then he slowly started removing his own pants, taking his sweet time as he watched you.

You bite your lips as you look up at him, watching his fingers tease the hem of his boxers. Soon he pulled them off, letting his cock spring free. Sure, you have had sex hundreds of times after being together for so long. But he never failed to amaze you. Once he was finally just as bare as you, he returned his position between your legs. The head of his cock leaking pre-cum as he rubbed it up and down your pussy. "I need you, please. Please, Kurt." You beg, and those words were all he needed to hear. He finally stopped teasing the both of you, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing the tip in. "Fuck." You whimper, causing Kurt to let out a shaky breath, his tail twitching in pleasure, his hands grabbing at your waist.

"Just.. God.. Just tell me when.." He was holding onto what little restraint he had left. "Keep going, don't stop." You urge, and he certainly wasn't planning on it. His fingers gripped you a bit tighter as he pushed himself in deeper. A near soundless moan leaving his throat. "Oh my god." Your breath gets caught in your chest as he bottoms out. "S-Scheisse.. you feel so good.." Kurt groaned as he pushed his hips forward, his mind becoming a fuzzy mess. "I.. I can go faster if.. if you want." He panted as he tried to keep himself from just taking you. But damn it, it was so difficult. He wanted to give you whatever you asked for, spoil you. But your tight heat was making him lose his mind.

You nod your head slowly "Go ahead. I can take it." Kurt's tail curled around your thigh as he braced himself. "Please.. just let me know if it's too much." He mumbled, gently resting his forehead against yours. "Okay, I will." You guarantee, feeling him nuzzle his nose with yours. Then with that, he pulls his hips back, before roughly slamming back into you. A gasp leaves you, nails digging into his shoulders. Leaving indents on his blue skin. "That's it, liebe.. mark me as yours.. I am yours." He moaned, his pace increasing to a rougher rhythm. You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. In turn, exposing more of your neck for him.

Kurt used this opportunity to sink his teeth into your collarbone, leaving a mark, a large one. You yelp in response, not expecting the fiery burn of his bite, slick walls clenching around him. "Ah.. ah.. f- fu-" He practically growled, his pace faltering for a moment. "Do that again.. please." He managed to get out between breaths, his hands gripping onto you tightly, definitely leaving bruises for later. You obey, your cunt clamping down on him again. "Ah, scheisse. Yes... yes, just like that." He slammed his hips into you as he left more hickeys along your neck. Kurt could already feel the tight pressure building in the pit of his stomach.

"You- you know.. I've always thought about what it would be like to get married.. and start a family with you." You mumble in your fucked out state. That confession nearly made him cum right then and there. He had to stop his movements for a moment, his mind going a million miles a second. He pulled his mouth back from your neck, lifting his head to look at you. His mind was trying to fully process what you had just told him. "I.. I.." He stuttered for a moment, his mind not forming the words to communicate. You wait for him to form a reply, wrapping your legs around his waist. "You.. want.. you want the whole deal?" He pants out as he begins to thrust at that same rough rhythm again.

"The.. the wedding, the house, the children." He groaned, the images of such a beautiful life running rampant through his mind. "Yes, everything," you cup his cheeks "Please." God, he was going to lose his mind. "Anything you want.. I will give you anything." He leaned into your touch as he continued his pace. "Just..." He was struggling to not just let go right on the spot. "Can- can I make a small request?" You nod your head slightly, the pad of your thumb brushing against his cheek.

He swallowed hard, trying to think clearly, to control himself. But his mind was foggy with that ever-looming presence of the pit in his stomach, coiling and building with each snap of his hips. Threatening to boil over if he wasn't careful. He didn't want to stop now, everything in him told him not to come before you had. "When.. when you.. could I..?" He couldn't seem to get the words out, struggling to breathe. They seemed so simple in actuality, but in his dazed state it seemed like walking through a snow storm. "Could you what, baby?" You question, your hands gently massaging his shoulders. Kurt let out another shaky pant, his hips rocking forward. "Could I.." He swallowed, burying his face in your neck again as he tried to get the words out. "Could I cum inside you?" He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling the skin of your lobe.

"I would love it if you did." You answer, a slight smile on his lips. And that was exactly the answer he was hoping for. He groaned against your neck for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. "I.. I'm close, liebe," his thrusts were becoming more ragged and needy. "Me too." You signal, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, feeling his bare skin against your palms. "Yeah?" he mumbled, his hands squeezing you more tightly. "Think you can.. give me one more thing?" Kurt asked, trying to hold out a little longer. "What?" you hum, quirking a brow. He let out yet another shaky pant, as he gets closer and closer to the edge. "Say my name, liebe. I.. I want you to say my name."

You agree to his request and that was all he needed for him to snap. His pace becomes absolutely relentless, his teeth sinking into your skin once more as a warning. "You're mine." He growled against your neck. "Fuck! Yes!" You cry as he pounds you into the mattress, feeling the coil deep in your torso about to spring to life. "Yes.. say it.. say it again.. who do you belong to?" He breathed as his words were broken up by needy pants and moans. "You! You, Kurt!" The answer leaves your lips seconds later. Your waterline starts to fill with salty liquid as he drills into the spot that makes you see starts. But you quickly blink them away.

"Who owns you, liebe? Whose the one that makes you feel this could?" Each question felt like more feed into his ego pond, slowly killing off each of his insecurities like baby ducklings getting swallowed whole by the fish. With each word that left your pretty, swollen lips, it plucked off more feathers, making his fears and doubts stay rooted to a desolate void that he brain couldn't reach. All he needed was you. Your reassurance that he was enough for this cruel world. "Only you!" You moan, your walls clenching around him again.

"God, you're perfect." His hands were bruising as they gripped your hips, leaving no wiggle room to breath even for a moment. The pace of his thrusts desperate and reckless. "Please.. say my name.. say it when you come." Your eyes roll back into your skull as the dam breaks, the floodgates being held open. Your juices coat his cock as you say his name like a prayer. Chanting like a spell that could set you free from the cinder block that was everyday life. And he soon followed. The sudden cry of his name, combined with the feeling of you milking him, sent him over the edge. Releasing deep inside your womb, filling you up completely. "I love you.. I love you so much."

He kept himself inside you for a moment, until his brain registered his surroundings again. Kurt was panting heavily, as the adrenaline left him and the exhaustion started to kick in. You lay totally spent beneath him, your body twitching a little. He moved to pull out his flaccid cock from your puffy cunt, both of your cum dripping out of your tired hole. Kurt laid beside you, resting his head on your chest, his body rising and falling with your ragged breaths. "Can't feel my legs." He mumbled from his spot, his words a bit slurred. "I can't feel anything," you laughed, drowsily. He chuckled before nuzzling his cheek against your chest, then he started peppering gentle kisses across your skin.

"I think I saw my ancestors from how intense that was there." He wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you as close to him as possible. "You're such a dork, Kurt." You giggle softly, shaking your head a little. "Oh, don't act all high and mighty, liebling. You're the one who wants to marry the dorky mutant with blue skin and a tail." He teases, his cheek up against your chest as he looks up at you. "And have his children," you muse, looking down at him, taking in the way his eyes looked through his lashes. The mere idea sent jolts through his heart, and butterflies into his stomach. "How many would you want? Like two or three? More? Less?" Kurt questions as he begins tracing light patterns across your stomach with his fingertips.

"Well, how many do you want?" You ask in return, finding it adorable how he was getting so excited over having a family with you. "Hmm, let's see." He hummed as he began counting on his fingers. "I always thought three would be perfect. But I also like the idea of having a litter of children running around. So, who knows?" He joked, before shifting to settle his hand back onto your stomach. "A litter? Jesus." you reply, almost in disbelief. "Oh, you love the idea." Kurt teased as he kisses your supple skin. "I can picture it now. Seven little rugrats running around the compound, with little pointed ears and tails.. hmm, although a few blue ones would be nice as well."

"I have a feeling they'd all be blue in some way," you hum "And they'd be mutants, if it's true that men carry the mutant gene." Kurt sighed happily, a sense of joy and overwhelming hope filled his heart. "And they would be absolutely adorable." He began to picture it in his mind, him and you being parents together, your children growing up with their aunts, uncles, and other family. Spending their formative years at the academy, learning to control whatever gifts they were graced with. He wanted that. He needed that. "Three," you say, running your finger through his hair again. "Hmm?" he hums, loving the way your fingers feel in his hair "Three is our compromise then?"

You nod your head in agreement. "Perfect," he smiled against your chest. "Maybe.. maybe we should start on the first little one soon?" he mused out loud, his thoughts shifting to the idea of a life growing inside you. "I thought we just did," you respond. "I- oh.." Kurt chuckled, realizing the implications of what he had previously done. He was quiet for a moment, listening to your heartbeat as the thought of you carrying his child took root. "Yeah, I mean you did just come inside me." You say, tilting your head a little. "God, you're going to be the death of me." He groaned, the images in his mind were too perfect.

He moved to rest his chin against your chest, looking up at you with a hopeful look on his face as he placed a hand flat on your stomach. "Think it took?" Kurt asked quietly. You shrug "We'll know for sure in a few weeks. He didn't seem fully convinced by that as he continued to idly caress your stomach, as if willing it to take. "I want it to," he mumbled against your skin "I want us to be parents so badly." You hum, looking up at the ceiling while making a suggestion "Well, we could always try more tomorrow." Kurt chucked quietly "Darling, if I had more energy, I'd go again now," he teased. You shake your head in response "I don't have the energy."

Kurt laughed again, you loved his laugh, and you loved making him laugh. Especially when you were like this. "I think I literally just broke you, liebe." His voice was laced with exhaustion, but still cocky, as if he was proud of himself for a job well done. "A hundred percent," you mumble as Kurt happily nuzzles up against you. "Good." His voice rings out as he begins to get comfortable laying on your chest. "I'm going to sleep now. Don't get up until I say you can. I will hold you hostage." He teased, a smirk on his lips. Yet he was being very serious, because he's done that exact thing in the past. "So, no movie night?" you pout in a playful way.

"Don't get me wrong, my love.." he said, smushing his face even further into your chest, his arms tightening around you. "I adore watching movies with you. However, I physically cannot move my limbs right now." You sigh, closing your eyes. "Me neither," you weren't mad in the slightest. In fact, you were the most content you could be currently. "I'm trapping you here for the next ten hours." Kurt hummed into the swell of your breast. "Do my tits really make that good of pillows?" you ask. "The best pillows I've ever had," he mumbled out, already sounding sleepy. You wrap your arms around him, slowly drifting off as the heat from his body surrounds you. "Dich lieben." He sighs happily, his breathing eventually evening out, and his body going limp in your arms.

Star's notes -> Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. My hands are shaking because this is the longest fic I've ever written and now I have no idea what to do with myself.. uh..

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