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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

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A/n: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED A DRAFT. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING. I FEEL SO UPSET. It was my first request too :(( This was a request from an anon but I also lost that when I deleted the draft, so anon, wherever you are, I’m sorry 🥹💔 Have this as an apology 😭

Characters: Caitlyn, Vi, Sevika, Jinx

Summary: Hcs when you sleep with them <3

Warnings: none. Just fluff and a bit suggestive ig

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Caitlyn

☆彡 Caitlyn is definitely clingy when you two sleep together. Like she just throws herself on you and she’s not ashamed of it, in fact, she’s proud of it.

She also really loves being held and will never pass up the opportunity to be the little spoon. Especially after a tiring day of work as an enforcer (with her coworkers being an ass to her), one simple hug from you and it’s as if her problems floated away. “Magic” as she would call it.

Her favorite position to sleep in would be wherein her face is all smushed up against your chest/belly. She loves it so much because it’s as close as she can get to you, letting her know that you were there and just within arms reach.

Although you aren’t sure how she gets into this specific position or how she moves without you noticing, but hey, it’s Caitlyn, you would love her even with her strange ways.

And of course, there’s the occasional worry that she might not be getting enough oxygen with her face buried onto you like that. You’ve brought this up to her a few times but she always dismisses that fact and would sometimes retort with something cheesy like: “Why would I need air when I have you, my love?” She’s such a romantic it’s adorable.

But besides that fact, sleeping with Caitlyn is always warm and comfortable. One that you can freely call a “safe haven”. Free from worries and doubts the minute she’s in your arms.

Vi

☆彡 Vi will most definitely not let you go if she doesn’t feel like it. And it doesn’t help the fact that she has an iron grip, so you know damn well there’s no way of resisting once you’re in her hold.

Let’s be real, Vi’s had a rough life so naturally, it would be hard for her to show affection. It’s something she’s ashamed of and tries her hardest to change whenever she’s with you. She’ll always try to be the best version of herself because that’s just how much she loves you.

She’s never been good with words since she’s learned how to solve problems with her fists, so it takes a bit of adjusting when you first get into a relationship together.

Because she’s not good with words, she shows her affection through actions more. These actions can be many things. From walking you home, to giving you meaningful gifts, to always taking care of you. But of course, her favorite is spending time with you and touching you anytime she can. And cuddles is the number one option when it comes down to it.

Vi is also definitely the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear while giving you featherlight kisses all over your face, hoping to ease any pent up stress within your system as she holds you close to her.

She’s such a big softie when it comes to you and she’s not complaining <3

Sevika

☆彡 Just like Vi, you are trapped the minute Sevika pulls you down on your shared bed. She’s not afraid to cage you in her arms, causing your vision to be obscured by her muscles— which is a heavenly sight by the way. But, she knows you wouldn’t complain. And she also knows you like it too much to do so.

It’s not hard to tell that Sevika is much larger than you. Her tall frame and physique is enough to let everyone know that. You on the other hand, you’re much smaller. Not only in height but in weight too. You’re short and light, something Sevika finds adorable.

Now, let’s get something straight; Sevika isn’t soft, she’s stern and aggressive, which contrasts to your kind and lively personality.

Because of this, she isn’t afraid to tone her emotions down so you’ll be more comfortable, which is also why she’s so careful with you whenever you guys are cuddling or sleeping together— I mean, she doesn’t want to accidentally suffocate you in the middle of sleeping now does she?

Although, cuddling with Sevika either ends up becoming a make out session or her giving you multiple hickies that are impossible to cover. This woman’s libido is just too high and you are living for it.

Jinx

☆彡 Jinx 100% wraps her arms and legs around your body when you two are sleeping. She clings onto for dear life and her grip is always firm, as if not allowing you to leave unless she says so.

And her hair is most definitely just sprawled everywhere; on your face, your body, over the edge of the bed, everywhere.

She’s your unhinged, blue-haired Rapunzel 💙

Jinx is also a tease. You guys could be having such a sweet time cuddling and she’d slip her hands up your shirt and graze the skin of your stomach purposely, just to see your flustered reaction to her touch. She loves how quickly your face turns to a shade of crimson and the momentary panic in your eyes once you realize what she’s doing.

But other than that, Jinx is clingy. Like REALLY clingy.

When you guys sleep together, she would unconsciously nuzzle her face on your neck, smiling in content once she’s sure that you really are there and not just a figment of your imagination.

Because of Jinx’s past, she’s had a hard time accepting and giving affection. She’s so afraid that the minute she let’s her guard down, you’ll just get up and leave her— but you proved her wrong. You were there when Jinx was having her episodes, her breakdowns, practically all of her moments in darkness. You stayed beside her and comforted her through them.

And then and there she knew, she knew it was you she wanted to be with for life.

You were her everything. Her sanctuary, her sun, her life, her lover. She would do anything to keep you beside her, even if it meant needing to kill. But she would only resort to that if someone had badly hurt you. She’s learned to keep her impulsiveness in check since she doesn’t want to scare you off.

She knows she’s too much to bear but you’ve reassured her that she’s your too much.

And Jinx isn’t sure how many times she’s loved you even more.

(A/n: AAA FINALLY DONE. I hope you guys like it! And anon, wherever you may be, I hope you find this 😭 Thank you guys for reading and have a great day!)

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Have absolutely loved coming across your writing😍😍 your characters are cute, smut is well written both sexy and sweet😭 I look forward to your future posts including an insight into boob lover kook 🙏 I wondered if I could throw in requests, all suggestions might suggest at my own mental health oops. You are ofc free to use or not use any. Jk noticing oc withdrawing a little and getting more self conscious idk if it's bc she's gained some weight or something whatever, a lil argument happens, mirror sex perhaps, prone bone perhaps. None of this is original but I'd love your interpretation 👀

ohuhujghgugubuhguhu😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 every time u guys compliment me i feel like sobbing!!!!!!! first of all thank you all so much for the love on “lucky”!!!!!!!🫶🫶🫶 the support means the world to me and so many people have said so many kind things about it im genuinely overwhelmed😭😭😭

second of all……….. ur ask is my command anon💆‍♀️ i will so gladly indulge in these jungkook thoughts with u thank u so much for suggesting 🙌

did not expect this to get as long as it did either so please forgive me🙏 i promise it was just meant to be short and sweet and i lost the plot!!!!!!!

wc: 5851

content warnings: detailed descriptions of insecurity surrounding weight & body image, internalised fatphobia, jungkook also gets insecure & a little toxic during an argument, jungkook is vulgar!!!!!! porn with a little bit of plot, jungkook is a munch, jungkook spanks yn a couple times, piv sex, descriptions of female anatomy, KOOBERRYFIELDS4EVER DISCOVERS A POSITION THAT IS NOT MISSIONARY!!!!!

MDNI !

He notices it in your face first, the way you’ve started to cover your chin in photos he takes of you, choosing to lean against your palm when you pose or asking him to take them from a higher angle. He chalked it up to new trends catching your fancy, never thought much of it. You look pretty, he’d compliment, and you would accept them with a sweet smile before deleting the majority of the photos he took. He had never even considered the fact that not once had you posted to your Instagram in over a month. He notices it next in your tummy, once on display with crop tops or low-rise jeans, now hidden away by baggy cargo pants, hoodies, and sweaters. He never minded. Yes, he misses being able to reach around your waist and stroke his fingers across your stomach, misses the easy access he had to your body and the intimacy of skin-to-skin contact that you’ve taken away from him. But, like his own, your style is always changing. Baggy clothes are in right now. It’s when you start to physically shy away from his touches, shrug off his hands and redirect his kisses that he senses something is really wrong. Sure, trends change, you’ll find new styles and your wardrobe will be endlessly rearranged. He’s sure you’ll find new poses for him to capture in a few weeks' time. Refusing his touch, though? No, never.

You love physical touch. Had said so yourself when Jungkook and you first started speaking, drilled it into his head that if this relationship was to go anywhere then he would have to get used to being your personal body pillow. He would joke that he hated it, would wrestle your hands away from him just to provoke a reaction from you, would sometimes place a pillow between the two of you in bed just to make you sulk so he could make it all better with a cuddle as an apology. Of course, he never really hated it – you were always warmth. Always comfort, ready to drop everything at a moment’s notice if he ever needed your touch. You’d card your hands through his hair when he was sad, scratch his scalp and kiss his head. He’d always search for you in cold beds and winter nights, and you’d always meet him with soft giggles and tangled limbs.

So why now, does it seem, that you no longer want him? Why is he met with a cold shoulder when he reaches for you at night? Why is the bathroom door always locked when you shower, when you used to gladly leave it wide open for him? Why do you refuse to eat meals with him, refuse his snacks, refuse to accompany him to the corner store when he wants something quick to eat? He paces the bedroom – ever the overthinker – and questions himself endlessly. The thought of losing you quite frankly makes him sick. He has to sit down, hang his head in his hands. Think. He doesn’t notice the front door opening and shutting, nor the gentle patter of your feet as you make your way through the apartment. Doesn’t hear you greet Bam in the living room with soft coos and gentle pets. He curses inwardly. His mouth is dry. He needs a drink.

When he opens the bedroom door, he’s met with you in a hoodie and leggings. He frowns, can’t help it, his head hurts and the way you immediately curl in on yourself doesn’t help. He sighs, brushing past you with a shake of his head and beelines to the kitchen. He can’t think properly, his mind is absolutely reeling. Feeling unbelievably nauseous, he downs a glass of water in an attempt to stave off the feeling of utter dread in his stomach threatening to release itself from his throat.

“Are you upset with me?” Comes your soft voice from behind him, and his head throbs. Why haven’t you wrapped your arms around his waist, yet? Why are you not massaging his shoulders, kissing his back? He turns to you, places the glass down on the counter beside him, meets your eyes. You look tired, sad even. Jungkook sighs.

“When were you planning on breaking up with me?” He asks abruptly, and you raise your eyebrows in genuine surprise, shaking your head in disbelief.

“What? Where did that even come from?” You fire back, feeling a certain anger rumble in your stomach at the accusation.

“You clearly don’t wanna be with me anymore, so when were you planning on ending it?” He’s surprised at his own combativeness; his hands are shaking when he crosses them against his chest. “Wanted to wait it out a bit? See if the feelings came back?”

“Jungkook, I literally have no idea what you’re talking about,” you deadpan, furrowing your eyebrows, “what did I do wrong?”

“There’s someone else, right?” He scoffs, and the look of utter horror on your face makes his stomach drop. What is wrong with him? The neurons in his brain are firing all the wrong ways, making him say all the wrong things and feel all the wrong emotions. He’s not angry, never was, never could be – never at you. He’s scared, terrified even.

“Fuck you.” You spit. Jungkook’s never heard such venom in your voice before. Your lip wobbles, a telltale sign of what’s next and he curses himself when a tear slides down your cheek. You dot it away with the sleeve of your hoodie quickly, trying to save face, but Jungkook’s already crowding your space and wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He whispers into your hair, rubbing your back and pulling you close to his chest. His heart breaks when you push him away, but he refuses to let you go. “Please, I’m sorry,” he begs, his hand instinctively slipping under your hoodie for the contact he’s been craving so badly, “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.” I’m scared, he leaves out. He kisses your head, and you flinch when his fingers run over your waist.

“There’s nobody else, but…” You whisper, gently pushing his hand away from your waist. Jungkook stills, doesn’t mean to move his hand away but does anyway. Takes a step back, in fact. “But, I don’t look good. I’ve been stress eating, and my clothes don’t fit me right, and you barely touch me anymore, and-”

“What?” Is all he can muster, not sure if his face is reading as total disgust, anger, sadness. You’re not sure, either, it seems. You meet his eyes, you look disappointed. “No. Nope.” You gasp when he takes your hand, questioning him when he drags you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. He doesn’t answer when you call his name, doesn’t say a word as he makes you stand in front of your mirrored wardrobe and stands behind you. He’s not even sure himself what he’s doing.

“Jungkook, stop it...” You pout, turning your head to avoid looking at yourself in the mirror. This feels like some kind of sick torture technique, you never thought Jungkook could be this cruel.

“No, stop,” he orders, though quietly, his hand reaching around you to grasp your chin and turn your head back towards the mirror, “you don’t see what I see?”

“You’re not being nice.”

“What do you mean I don’t touch you anymore?” He avoids your accusation, has an end goal in mind now and will see it through or die trying. He keeps one hand on your chin, the other sliding over the fabric of your hoodie. He doesn’t want to push you too far but can’t help himself. He hears you sigh; watches the way your eyes avoid the mirror like the plague, like seeing yourself is that agonising. He sighs too. “You never want me to.” He adds on, hopes it’ll coax an answer from you, that maybe you’ll see his side of things.

“Because I don’t want you to feel how big I’ve gotten,” you say, frustration lacing your tone, finding his eyes in the mirror, “I don’t look as nice anymore.” You frown, unable to stop the tears as they slip down your cheeks. “The last time we had sex you wanted me to keep the covers on.”

He frowns too, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You thought I didn’t want to see you? That’s what this is all about?” He releases your chin finally in favour of holding your waist with both of his hands, growing bolder and trailing his touch down to the hem of your hoodie. He sighs when you nod, never known you to be so fragile, so easily convinced. He sees the confliction on your face when his fingers slip under the fabric, wants nothing more than to kiss it away.

“I want you literally all of the time,” he continues, placing a kiss on your neck, grinning when you tilt your head away from him to give better access, “like all of the fucking time. Think about you when I’m at work, when I’m eating, when I’m gaming, I dunno.” He’s fishing for answers, groaning happily against the skin of your neck when, for the first time in weeks, you let him brush his fingers over the much beloved skin of your belly. He doesn’t like your silence, wishes desperately that you would say something, anything, but the look on your face tells him you’re untrusting of his words. Funny. Jungkook truly believes the sun shines out of your ass, but you can’t even believe he finds you beautiful.

“Think about you when I’m in the shower, when I’m brushing my teeth, when I’m doing anything. Wish you’d at least touch me, even if you don’t want me to touch you.” He groans, frustrated at himself for having interpreted all of the signs so wrong. That’s all he seems to be doing today. “You know how much I missed this? Missed running my hands over you, touching your skin, cuddling you? I wake up rock-hard most mornings, and you’re already out of bed, away from me. I never wanna push you too far, and you haven’t been in the mood. Would never push your boundaries.”

“Yeah, except now.” You whisper, and he chuckles. Maybe you’re being serious, he can’t tell, but he likes that you smile too. Likes the sound of your voice.

“Yeah. But it’s okay, right?” He grips your waist, lowering his lips to the sliver of skin he can reach with your hoodie on, the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. “You are the most gorgeous person I know; I thought you knew that. I genuinely couldn’t fathom you believing anything else. I’m so sorry,” he whispers into your skin, kissing back up to your pulse point and nosing your ear, “you’re perfect. Can I take this off? Please?” He practically whimpers, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against your temple. He’s pathetic and hard, he knows you can feel it from behind you. Wants to press himself closer, but doesn’t want to push you.

Your hesitation is obvious, silence thickening the room. He doesn’t watch you now, wants you to see yourself, wants you to make the decision. His hands don’t roam. They sit firmly on your waist, an encouraging weight but nothing more. You think for what feels like forever before turning your face to him, resting your forehead against his own. His eyes open to find yours. They’re sad; his are pleading. He watches you nod so slowly, you’re still unsure but you know he wants this.

He really does. He can feel himself practically drooling when he turns back to the mirror, slipping his hands out from under your hoodie to grasp it. He takes his time, nudges you to look too as he lifts the fabric up over your stomach slowly. His eyes boring into your skin when your navel comes into view, then it’s the skin surrounding your stomach, your soft waist. Your bra finally comes into view, and Jungkook practically growls in your ear, decides to hold a brief intermission so that he can grab one of your tits and run his thumb over where your nipple should be. The fabric is too thick to tell, but you let out a hitched breath anyway and he smiles. He pulls away for only a second to slip the hoodie fully off of your torso, immediately finding your waist and pulling you back into him.

“Look at you, prettiest in the world,” he purrs, can’t help himself when he rolls his hips into the hollow of your back. His hands are gentle when they explore, fingers tiptoeing over your flesh and indenting it softly.

“I look big.” You offer back, part of you desperate to fish for Jungkook’s compliments. He frowns, spanking your hip to scold you before wrapping his arms around you to make a point.

“Wouldn’t be able to do this if you were as massive as you make yourself out to be,” he tuts, kissing the back of your head and resting his lips there, “think you’ll still look tiny sitting on my dick, too. Missed that cute little cunt of yours, pisses me off that you’ve been keeping it from me because of something so fucking trivial.” His voice is husky when he whispers the crude words into your ear, his grip on you becoming rougher but he can’t help it. It’s so infuriating that you would think Jungkook of all people could care about something like that. Makes him feel like a monster, like he’s somehow guilty of upholding this standard for you when realistically, you could look any which way and he would still love you.

He knows he can talk about his own body a bit too much, maybe conversations about his diet and workout routine made you think he was trying to convince you to be the same? Probably doesn’t help that he eats a lot of health foods during busy promotional periods and has a drawer full of supplements to keep his own weight in check. He never meant for any of that to reflect on you, though. You’re perfect in his eyes; with soft skin and ample curves, dimples in your lower back and freckles dotted across your body. He loves finding them, loves drawing the lines to connect them and kissing between the spaces. Loves when he fucks you from behind and his thumbs sit in those dimples like he imprinted them himself, makes him feel like you were truly made for him, like your body is moulded for him to touch, to kiss, to hold, to love.

He’s too busy in his own head to notice when you wrap your arms around your middle to hide yourself from him, how scared you look at the prospect of Jungkook seeing you as if he hasn’t already seen you a million times before. You elbow his hands out of the way and that catches his attention, makes him furrow his brows in annoyance. He slides his hands across your arms and catches your wrists, gripping them tightly before encouraging you to explore yourself the way he was just a second ago.

“I don’t get it.” He groans frustratedly into the back of your head, guiding your hands across your stomach, over your navel and over the skin of your lower abdomen. “Why don’t you see what I see? God, I’d give up everything to let you see yourself in my eyes. You’re like a fucking Messiah, my own little Aphrodite.”

“Aphrodite isn't a Messiah.” You respond quietly with that smartass tone of voice he loves, though slightly muted. He rolls his eyes and chuckles at your quick tongue, always itching to prove him wrong about something.

“Okay, and? The point is that I worship the fucking ground you walk, couldn’t picture a better death than in your arms...” He smirks, playing with the waistband of your leggings. “Maybe between your legs?” He laughs when you slap his forearm, but continues down the vulgar path he’s set himself on. “Would want my last breath to be with my tongue on that pretty pussy of yours, my last meal. You taste so good, always have. I know you love when I eat you out, too. Don’t you miss it?” He encourages, wants to hear you agree, wants to see the brick wall you’ve built up around yourself start to collapse. He’s kicking at the foundation as he speaks, finding the weakest spots and slotting the easiest bricks out at a time like Jenga. “You get so, so wet when I let you sit on my face. Think you know that I’d happily drown if it’s your snatch I’m drowning in. Don’t you want that, baby? Me to fuck you with my tongue?”

He reels when you respond with the softest “mhm” imaginable, gripping your hips like his life depends on it and pulling you back into his erection for some kind of relief. “Yeah?” He croaks, pushing your hair over your shoulder so he can start peppering kisses down your spine from behind. “I’ll do it, but you gotta do me a favour, m’kay?” Phase two of his master plan underway. He stands up straight, rubbing your hip gently and rests his chin on your shoulder to talk to you directly, wants to look you in the eye even if only through the mirror. You’re waiting for him to continue before you agree, leaning your head against his sweetly. “I want you to look at yourself the entire time. Not me, want you to face the mirror and see exactly what I see.”

You swallow nervously, scared to agree because that sounds like your worst nightmare. But Jungkook is so sweet, so kind and encouraging. Your eyes flutter shut when he turns his head into yours, kisses your neck gently, whispers how good he knows you can be for him against your skin. Your weakness has always been Jungkook’s gentleness. He lights fires in your gut and fans the flames with the softness of his voice, plants seeds and waters them with his delicacy. You find yourself agreeing, murmuring an “okay” and allowing Jungkook to guide you over to the bed. He’s preening, celebrating this victory by offering you a kiss on the lips as he encourages you to lie down with your head turned towards the mirror.

It’s different this way. You’re not so disgusted with yourself when you can see Jungkook in the mirror looking at you in awe. Your eyes remain on him, scanning over the broadness of his shoulders. He looks larger when he has clothes on, his t-shirt hiding away the lean frame you were once so used to. You suppose you’re still used to it, but the giddiness that bubbles in your stomach at his touch feels new. Your gaze lowers to his hands, you can see the flex of his shoulders through the fabric, how his fingers pry at the fabric of your leggings before slipping them down your legs and off your body, tossing them onto the floor carelessly. He turns his head to the mirror then, meeting your eyes with a stern face.

“Not me.” He instructs, and you begin to feel shy again. You haven’t sat with the reality of your body for so long. Against the sheets, you look frumpy. There’s a roll in your waist and a curve to your stomach now, it quite frankly makes you feel a bit sick. You’ve never been model thin, you don’t think that’d be possible with Jungkook’s feeding habits, but you’ve never been this big. Realistically, you aren’t even big. You don’t even see a problem with it on others, you know plenty of bigger people who you are even envious of. You just don’t think it looks right on you. Their bellies remain flat where yours curves above your navel, their hips are round where yours dip and flatten. Their skin is smooth and their boobs stay perky, you have cellulite and your nipples are starting to droop.

Your mind blanks when you feel Jungkook’s thumb press into your belly, using his free hand to pull off your panties and toss them onto the pile with your leggings. You don’t know how he does it, how he manages to draw you from the deepest crevices of your insecurities with his touch. You want to look at him so bad, but you don’t want to disappoint him. You want to be good. You keep your eyes on yourself, on the indent of his thumb in your abdomen, on the rise in your hips when he finally lowers his mouth to your pussy and the way your chest shakes with a hitched breath when he nudges your clit with his nose. You pull one leg back to plant your foot in the mattress, letting the other fall sideways to spread yourself open for him. He thanks you with a mumble of praise and wraps his lips around your clitoris to suck on it gently. You moan, it’s been so long since you let him touch you like this and you can feel yourself growing wetter against his tongue. He’s lying flat on his belly while he eats you out, burying his face between your legs and holding your hip. The thumb digging into your tummy is pressed deeper, like he thinks you’re going to push him away. You wouldn’t, couldn’t, so you lift your hips up into his face and whine for more.

As expected, he obliges. Dives in a little deeper and dips his tongue past your entrance, ensuring you don’t slip from his grasp. His other hand meets the fabric of your bra and you can feel the vibrations of his irritated growl in all the crevices of your pussy. It makes you whine, clenching around the muscle of his tongue as you rut into his face for more friction. He pushes at the cups haphazardly, desperate to release your boobs from their confines and play with them. You can’t control the way your eyes flutter shut, biting your lip when Jungkook’s fingers toy deftly with one of your tits, squeezing the flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingertips. You’re certain his eyes are shut too, but a sharp pinch to your breast has you letting out a surprised yelp and sitting up on your elbows to scold him. His eyes meet yours sternly, separating from your lower lips for a moment to tell you off.

“You’re really bad at following instructions.” He mumbles, coming off whinier than intended. You can’t help the giggle that leaves your throat at the sound of his voice; Jungkook has never been too good at being domineering. Never in all the time you’ve known the man has he ever truly intimidated you. He groans, feigning annoyance, but presses a kiss to your pubis before resting his forehead against your tummy. “Can you please just try?” He asks so quietly, and you swallow hard at the almost pathetic tone of voice he’s using to get you to obey. You hadn’t intended to be difficult, but you hadn’t really considered the anguish you would be in just from seeing yourself.

Watching Jungkook instead is like a Hail Mary, a saving grace between glances at your own body that bids your churning stomach time to settle at the sight. He’s so pretty, you’ve always thought this. Even now, resting against your belly with pleading eyes, Jungkook is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. You turn your head to the mirror again and see the hopefulness in his gaze when he lowers another kiss to your sensitive skin. His hair is a mess of black atop his head and your eyes follow the curve of his neck down to his t-shirt. You grumble quietly, vexed by the fact that he’s too covered for your liking, but continue your observation down his right arm anyway. You follow his tattoos down to his fingers and gasp when he moans into your folds and tightens his grip on your hip. You notice too, then, the way his hands fit so perfectly against you. It makes you smile. For the first time tonight, despite his tongue dipping back into your folds and his lips wrapping around your clit making you pant, you can’t take your eyes off of yourself.

You hook your leg over Jungkook’s shoulder, digging your heel into his lower back and rutting up into his mouth desperately. He chuckles into your heat and hooks his hand around your thigh to delve in deeper. He loves the sounds of your moans, music to his ears like a melody played staccato; your back arches off the bed but you keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror. He seems to be rewarding you now, pleased by your submission, and your mind short-circuits when his fingers join his mouth at your core. Your fingers tangle in his hair, encouraging him closer still – of course he heeds, dipping his middle finger into your hole and curling it. He doesn’t need much coercion to add another, your wetness and willingness is evident from a mile away, but Jungkook still groans in pure awe at the sight of you taking him.

Your moans devolve into a babble of his name as you draw closer to climax, clenching around him and shutting your eyes. He doesn’t punish you this time, accepts that you’ve done well enough for him, and instead watches your face as he sucks on your nub and strokes at your g-spot until you come hard around his fingers. When you finally open your eyes, your chest is heaving and Jungkook is holding up his wet digits like a trophy, bringing them to his lips to lick clean before journeying up your chest with determination.

“You saw, right? What I see?” He whispers, kissing up your happy trail slowly. You nod, but Jungkook isn’t watching – on purpose, you assume, to coax a verbal confirmation from you. His kisses travel further up, but he doesn’t ask again until he reaches your chest and presses a single kiss onto one of your nipples. “Can you tell me?”

“I saw how pretty you looked.” You respond, just to be a little difficult, but the way Jungkook deflates has you backtracking immediately. “We, I saw- I saw how pretty we looked.”

“But what about you?” He’s so genuine in his questioning, not spending as much time on your tits as he personally would’ve liked. He crawls up until he’s hovering directly over you, planting his hands on either side of your head.

“I looked good with you.” Is all you can muster up, but it seems to satisfy Jungkook as he lowers himself to meet your lips. The kiss is so slow, so gentle, and you can taste the subtle savouriness of yourself on his tongue when he guides it past your lips. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck like second nature, and he moves one of his own to your hip as the kiss grows more heated. He grunts into your mouth when he grinds himself against you, and the weight of his erection is dizzying. You swallow the noises he makes, holding him close to you and rutting your own hips into his movements.

“If I don’t fuck you in the next five minutes, I might die,” he murmurs, hand wandering across your hip and up to your waist, “no kidding. I’m too hard.” He adds when he hears you giggle, offering a final peck to his lips before pulling back a little.

“I’m right here, aren’t I?” You whisper sultrily, nuzzling your nose against his. He hums appreciatively, kissing down to your jaw with a grin. “You’re the one with all the clothes on.”

“Not how I want you, need you from behind.” He practically growls, and you swallow hard when he sits up to tug his shirt off and finally reveals what you’ve been craving so ravenously. You don’t hesitate in reaching forward to rub up and down his torso, trailing your fingers over the ridges of his pecs and abs with fascination. He chuckles and grabs your wrists, shaking his head as he stops your exploration. “I like this and all, but I need you on your stomach, like, yesterday.”

“That doesn’t feel fair, you had your fun,” you complain, scooting back on the bed while he sits on his knees above you, “and I don’t even get to touch?”

“Nope. Belly, now.” He commands, though his tone is far from domineering. He sounds desperate, and he looks it too. His body is flushed, his cheeks and shoulders tinted red as he gives your hip a spank and encourages you to turn over. You grumble a small protest but do so nonetheless, peering over your shoulder at him as you raise yourself to your hands and knees and dip your back. He tuts, placing a single hand on your ass and pushing you down until you’re flat against the mattress. He’s quick to shuck off his sweatpants and boxers, then reaches down to finally unclasp your bra. You sit up on your forearms to allow him to usher the straps off of your shoulders, leaving both of you naked on the bed.

“Eyes on the mirror, please.” He smiles down at you, reaching out for your ass cheek to give it a firm jiggle and a slap. You turn your head obediently, trained well by his consistent praise and repetitive instructions, and look at the way he positions himself over you from behind. He moves himself steadily between the small part in your legs, groaning when his tip brushes against your folds, rutting forward and sliding himself against the wetness coating your skin. You part your legs even further and reach back to take a hold of his length for him, preening at the way he drops his head and mewls. You’re desperate too at this point, so it doesn’t take long for you to guide his tip to your entrance and he’s even quicker to shove himself in.

You both moan, breaths shaking as he pushes deeper and deeper until he’s fully sheathed inside your heat. You continue to watch, endlessly awestruck by the sheer size of him compared to you – even despite your weight gain, Jungkook looks massive. When he pulls out, he’s glossy with your arousal, and when he thrusts back in you can almost feel him nudging against your tummy. Especially in this position, Jungkook feels impossibly deep. You groan when he grips your hips and you watch as his thumbs press into the dimples in your spine and he smirks, unknowingly to you because he’s been thinking about exactly this for weeks.

“I fit perfectly,” he growls, pulling you back onto his cock in order to reach deeper, “pussy was built for me, mm? You see?” You can feel the way his fingers stretch around your lower back to grip at your stomach while his thumbs stay firmly planted in those dimples, and it makes you shudder.

“Y-Yeah!” You moan, all you can do at this point is agree because he is so right. Not just your pussy, despite the fact that he fills you unimaginably well, but everything about the way your bodies interact with each other makes it obvious that you were made to be loved by him. Nobody else’s hands could fit so perfectly around you, could fill in your crevices and divots like plaster and make you feel so whole. You count your lucky stars for having Jungkook in your life to love you the way he does because you’re certain no-one else could. Even now, between sweaty skin and lewd noises, Jungkook stares down at you like he’s seen God; his lip trembles between his teeth and when he spots you looking up at him he grins and pins himself against your back. His hands leave your hips to wrap around your belly from underneath, holding your back tightly against his chest as his thrusts slow to an intimate roll.

“I love you, I love you,” he babbles into the back of your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair and whimpering at the underlying notes of sweat, “I love you so much, never hide from me again.”

“Sorry. I love you.” You whisper back, breath hitching as you try to hold back your tears. This is all so intimate, it hurts. Jungkook is moving inside you like he could die tomorrow, making a home in your pussy and carving his initials into your cervix. He kisses the back of your neck breathes heavily against the shell of your ear, one of his hands trailing up to cup your tit and play with it gently.

“Gonna cum.” His hips are already picking up their pace, barely withdrawing himself from your heat in favour of grinding against your inner walls and cervix delicately. You turn your head to him and reach back to stroke his hair as encouragement, your own orgasm nearing as you feel yourself tightening around him. He nods, the silent agreement between you is enough for him to fuck you through both of your climaxes as he spills his cum into your heat and buries himself to the hilt when your walls begin to pulse around him. The noise that leaves his mouth is genuinely pathetic, but neither of you care in your post-orgasm bliss. He keeps his chest pressed tightly against your back, rolling slightly onto his side to spoon you instead of laying directly on top.

You can only handle a few minutes of cuddling like this until it all feels a bit too uncomfortable. Even Jungkook agrees, separating himself from you and leaving the bedroom in search of a wet cloth before returning with a bright smile. He’s silent as he cleans you, gentle when he wipes over your back, and then turns you to face him so he can clean between your legs and rid you of the sweat beading on your chest. He throws the cloth on the floor to meet your piles of clothes and clambers next to you in bed to cuddle you.

“Hi.” You offer him a smile and he returns an even bigger one, kissing your mouth.

“Mm, hi. Missed you.” He mumbles against your lips, gripping your ass cheek and separating from you to nuzzle your neck as he pulls you closer. “Don’t ever do that to me again, that was torture.”

“I’m sorry, I got in my head.”

“Me too. But you see it now, don’t you? How beautiful you are?”

“I do.” You wrap your own arms around him, giggling when he kisses your neck playfully before splaying himself out against your chest, holding you as close as he can.

a/n . . . 🗒️ hello !!!!!! second long post to here… i love asks and i love requests and i love making your ideas come to life in my head 🤍 this was incredibly fun & challenging to write and i’m happy to finally share with you guys !!!! your support means the world to me & i love hearing from you even if it’s criticism so please shoot me whatever you wish !!!!

[alltoomaples]

Keep Driving - LN

Hash brown, egg yolk I will always love you <33

pairing: fem!ambitious reader x lando norris

synopsis: you and Lando Norris escape the pressures of daily life for a spontaneous road trip.

a/n: ayooo! first off, thank you sm for all the love on speed of science! appreciate y'all reading and hope you like it :))

this one was like unexpected quick write up cause lately I've been listening to keep driving and i adore this song like tooooo much!! and lowkey, i miss going on car drives too :"")) speaking of drives, mclaren 2-3 for sprint tomorrow! ain't that big fan of sprints but I've got my hopes and manifesting podiums this weekend for my mclaren boys✨️👀🧡

hope you guys enjoy reading this! let me know if you guys have any other suggestions/requests! much love and happy sprint-race weekend🧡✨️🫶🏼

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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of your cozy beachfront cottage, casting a warm glow over the room. You woke up to the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee, and the sound of Lando bustling in the kitchen. A smile tugged at your lips as you stretched and got out of bed, following the delicious scent.

In the kitchen, Lando was making pancakes, flipping them with a flourish and a cheeky grin. "Morning, sleepyhead," he greeted, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Morning," you replied, wrapping your arms around him from behind and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Pancakes and coffee? You're spoiling me."

"Only the best for you," he said, turning around so he faces you, kissing the top of your head. The simplicity of the moment—a shared breakfast, laughter, and teasing—was perfect. But underneath the surface, there was a restless energy in both of you.

As you sat down to eat, the conversation turned to the pressures you both faced. Lando's racing career was demanding, and your own hectic life left little time for moments like these. The weight of it all had been building up, and you could see the same feelings reflected in Lando's eyes.

"What if we just… escaped for the day?" you suggested on a whim. "No plans, no schedule. Just us and the open road."

Lando's face lit up at the idea. "I love it. Let's do it."

With a quick change of clothes and a packed bag of essentials, lando throws the keys at you, and you jump into his car. Driving is something you both took turns as you loved driving and Lando was the type of guy who'd make sure to consider asking you if you'd want to drive them together which in this case, you wanted to start off the journey. The Harry Styles track "Keep Driving" started playing through the speakers as you turned the key. The song's rhythm seemed to sync perfectly with the pulsing excitement in your veins. As the coastal road outside Monaco stretched out before you, the promise of freedom was intoxicating.

As you drove, the conversations flowed effortlessly. You talked about your fears and dreams, the pressures of your lives, and the desire to break free from it all.

Every so often, Lando would squeeze your hand or glance over with a smile that made your heart flutter. The connection between you felt stronger than ever, deepened by the shared experiences and heartfelt discussions.

The day was filled with spontaneous adventures. You found a hidden beach and took a surprise dip in the crystal-clear water, laughing and splashing like children. Later, you climbed rocky cliffs to find the best views, the exertion forgotten in the face of the breathtaking scenery. Lando’s playful side shone as he challenged you to little races and stole kisses whenever he got the chance.

As evening approached, the weather took a sudden turn. Dark clouds rolled in, and soon, heavy rain began to pour down. You found shelter in a small, quaint diner off the beaten path. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the storm outside. Over hot chocolate and a shared dessert, you both found comfort in each other's presence, appreciating the calm amidst the chaos.

The stormy night prompted a moment of reflection. Sitting in the diner, you and Lando discussed the significance of the day’s journey. You realized that no matter the storm outside, as long as you were together, you could weather anything.

Once the storm subsided, you headed back to the car, deciding to keep driving into the night. The road was quiet, lit only by the headlights and the occasional passing car. The conversation drifted to lighter topics, filled with laughter and gentle teasing. The journey seemed endless, but with every mile, you felt more at peace.

As dawn broke, you found yourselves at a beautiful overlook, just in time to watch the sunrise. The sky was painted with soft pastel colors, symbolizing a new beginning. You and Lando sat on the hood of the car, wrapped in a blanket, feeling the warmth of the rising sun. Keep Driving played again softly in the background, reinforcing the theme of moving forward together.

In the quiet morning light, you snuggle closer to Lando, deep sigh leaving your lips, feeling content and grateful for everything. Your career is going great, family and friends doing well and having great long drives with the love of your life. It's all good!

"Hey youuu" You said, looking up at him with adoration. You find his eyes soo beautiful, especially with the rays of sun sparkling in his. Lando took your hand, looking into your eyes with a tender smile and kisses your head.

“Let’s promise to keep driving,” he said, “no matter where the road takes us.”

“Always,” you agreed, sealing the promise with a heartfelt kiss.

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[mapiforpresident]

Our Little Family

Part 1

Mapi x reader x Alexia

warnings: throwing up, pregnancy

Summary: You and your wives decide to expand your family.

This is the first part in this series and is more of a setup to the next parts. Feel free to request any scenario relating to this universe!!!

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You, Alexia, and Mapi had always known that you wanted kids. All three of you looking forward to the day you would become mothers. It was decided early on that you would carry them, well at least the first one, because you always wanted to have that experience of bringing a new life into the world. You had also all agreed upon the method of reciprocal IVF so that you would be able to carry one of your wives’ child. You had let them decide who would be biologically related to your first child and them being them, they decided to have a football competition of whoever could score the most penalties. It ended up being a tie after almost an hour so you made them put a stop to that and sat them down like the adults they were to talk it out. You had suggested it be random so no one knows who is the mom biologically related to your child and they jumped at that idea. They both went through the process of egg retrieval and froze the eggs that wouldn’t be used if/when they decided to have another child. The doctor then did some process where he randomly selected one of the eggs. Your wives were constantly by your side the entire process, going to every appointment, helping you with every shot, and they were there when the pregnancy test came back positive, all three of you letting out tears of joy.

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You woke up that morning feeling a little nauseous tucked in between your peacefully sleeping wives. Alexia always got hot while she slept so she was only holding onto you by your hand, still wanting to be close to you. Mapi on the other hand was a very very clingy sleeper. Right now she was practically lying on top of you, head tucked into your neck slightly snoring. Her arm was also splayed out so it was resting on Alexia’s back. Originally at the start of your relationship, Mapi was the one who usually slept in the middle, but Mapi clung onto Alexia during the night one too many times, so you decided you would start sleeping in the middle to keep Alexia from throwing Mapi off the bed in the middle of the night.

You felt the nausea increasing with each passing minute, deciding you needed to get out of bed and to the bathroom quickly. You rolled Mapi over and carefully let go of the really heavy sleeper. You then carefully let go of Ale’s hand knowing she was the lighter sleeper and you didn’t want to wake her up yet. You then got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom, closing the door before turning on the light. You sat down on the floor leaning against the bathtub starting to feel like you were going to be sick. As soon as the contents of your stomach had been emptied, you heard movement outside the door.

“Amor, are you ok in there.” You knew it was Alexia.

“No,” You let out weakly, not being able to say anything else. She immediately opened the door and was quick to pull your hair back as you got sick again.

“Oh mi amor, it’s ok, I've got you, you're ok.” She rubbed your back with her other hand as you slowly sat back up leaning into her more. She then grabbed you a cool washcloth that immediately made you feel a lot better.

You guys sat there in silence, her still rubbing your back. After a couple minutes you felt a lot better and stood up to brush your teeth. She stayed right next to you the entire time, but you could tell she was thinking about something.

“You don’t think you're… you know… pregnant do you?” Alexia asked softly, not wanting to get either of your hopes up. You hadn’t really thought about it because you had felt so awful, but it makes sense. You don’t think you had food poisoning and you had no other symptoms.

“Oh.. I don't know, maybe… Do you think it's too early to take a test?” You replied as she pulled you into her arms and felt your forehead for a temperature. 

“It can’t hurt amor.”

“Well then when we go out later, we can stop at the store and get some.”

“Um about that… I may have bought a couple at the store the other day. I walked past them and I thought it couldn’t hurt and you never know. They are the medicine cabinet downstairs.” You laughed once she admitted this. It was such an Alexia thing to do and you found it adorable.

“Ok why don’t you go grab them and I’ll go wake up miss dead to the world over here. I don't want her to miss it when I take them.” Alexia then pecked your forehead as she headed out of the bathroom towards the kitchen to go get the tests. You walked over towards Mapi’s side of the bed preparing to wake her up this early in the morning. You started by gently rubbing your hand up and down her back, to which she only shrugged it off and rolled over. 

“Wake up bebé, I need your help.” You pecked her forehead a couple times as you said this and continued rubbing her back. 

“S’too early,” she grumbled. 

“I’ll play FIFA with you later,” she mumbled something incoherent to this as she opened one eye and groaned looking at the clock. Just then Alexia walked back into the room and saw that Mapi was still asleep.

“Get up Maps, it's important.” Once Mapi still didn’t respond to Alexia’s stern captain voice, Alexia yanked the covers off Mapi and picked her up over her shoulder and carried her to the bathroom. Mapi just tucked her head into the crook of Ale’s neck, still fighting waking up.

“Y/n woke up sick this morning idiota. She is going to take a pregnancy test and we wanted to wake you up so she could be here when she takes it instead of snoring like a grandpa,” Alexia told Mapi as she sat her down on the counter and handed you the bag of pregnancy tests. You decided that three was a good number to take ensuring that there wouldn’t be a false positive or negative. 

“Really,” Mapi said, fully awake now. “You might really be pregnant. Hey wait, I do not snore that loud.”

“Yes you do amor,” you and Alexia said at the same time. You then peed on the three sticks sitting them on the counter next to Mapi face down so you couldn’t stare at them and Alexia set the timer. The three of you stood, while Mapi sat, there hugging not really knowing what to say. The minutes passed by incredibly slowly, but eventually the timer rang out.

“Ready,” Ale said as both you and Mapi nodded. You each picked up a test and turned it over at the same time and held them out. Positive. All three were positive. Happy tears all started streaming down your faces.

“We’re having a baby. We’re going to be moms,” Mapi laughed out happily, pulling you in for a kiss as Alexia kissed yours then Mapi’s foreheads.

~~~ 

Your wives came to every doctor's appointment, were there for every scan, for everything. One thing you found incredibly adorable was that they each carried around a tiny copy of the most recent ultrasound in their wallets. Once you entered the second trimester of your pregnancy you decided to tell the team. You had stopped playing a couple weeks ago due to a ‘torn rotator cuff,’ so the team had no idea. After the team's most recent win, you meet your wives in the locker room ready for the announcement. You decided to use a tiny Barcelona jersey that said ‘newest signing’ on the back. The team was overjoyed and incredibly excited for all three of you. Patri and Pina requested to throw the gender reveal/ baby shower to which Alexia reluctantly agreed knowing it would probably be better than if Alba hosted it. 

The party was lots of fun. Friends and family from all over came. Patri and Pina pulled the party off without a hitch and it was revealed that you were pregnant with a baby boy. All three of you were so excited to welcome your son into the world, although Alexia and Mapi both went a little overboard with the amount of things they bought and how nice they were. They bought the best carseat, stroller and crib they could find and more clothes than was needed for triplets. They also took care of your every need and were there for you through everything, especially when you felt insecure about your weight gain or no longer being able to tie your shoes.They were also there for your expected and unexpected cravings. You went into labor at 39 weeks. Your wives rushed you to the hospital before you welcomed your son to the world.

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You were napping in the bedroom when you felt your water break. You called out to Mapi and Alexia trying to get their attention and tell them it's time to go to the hospital but you received no response. You then heard a low moan ring out across the house, realizing why your wives were not answering you. You slowly got out of bed and waddled down the hallway, having to stop once because of a contraction, and as you finally rounded the corner and got a view of the couch your suspicions were confirmed. Alexia and Mapi were in the middle of an intense makeout session that started only recently because they both were still fully clothed, but Mapi was grinding down on Alexia’s thigh. You threw a pillow from the armchair next to you at their heads, both of which snapped to you immediately.

“If you two would stop being horny teenagers for two seconds you would have heard me call out to you that my water just broke and your son wants to make an entrance soon. So Mapi go get the hospital bag please and Alexia if you would please help me out to the car I would greatly appreciate it.”

They both sat there for a second in shock before immediately hopping up. Mapi went to grab the bag that Alexia had packed and repacked several times over the last couple of weeks, making sure nothing was forgotten. Alexia was at your side quickly helping you walk out the door and into the front seat of the car. “Mi pequeño, are you ready to make an entrance into the world? I can’t wait to meet you.” Alexia said after she had gotten in the driver's seat and helped you buckle up. Mapi was in the back seat next to the car seat that was already installed.

~~~

They both were amazing throughout the entire labor process. Alexia was a lot more calm and held your hand tightly the entire time being an anchor through all the pain. 

“You got this mi amor, you are doing so amazing, just a couple more pushes,” Alexia said as Mapi was on your other side asking a lot of questions to the doctor about if everything looked ok and how much longer it would be.

When you gave the final push, the three of you heard the most beautiful sound, the sound of your son’s voice. Mapi cut the umbilical cord as Alexia placed your newborn against your chest and he immediately stopped crying. Leaning down, she kissed your forehead and rubbed the hair out of your face. All three of you looked at him in awe. He was so tiny and precious. You knew from that moment on that the three of you would give him the best life you possibly could and love him unconditionally.

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[merlucide]

KIRA I HAVE IDEAS I HAVE IDEAS what about we get an... drummer otoya, bassist karasu and singer and guitarist reader??? (If your requests are closed or if you don't want to do it, it's fine, ok? No pressure!!!!)

BAND AU W/ OTOYA AND KARASU HCS

Notes: GIRL. IN LOVE RN?! I love this idea so much omg?! (Soso sorry for how long it took to get this out 💀)

wc: 700

warnings: implied fem reader, suggestiveness?

I was thinking the bands vibe would be like: Mindless Self Indulgence // Destroy Boys // wych elm (but you can ignore this ofc 😋) I was also thinking like calmer like The Neighborhood and Big Thief

The three of you have been friends since high school, bonding over your shared love for music. Together, you formed the band known as (BAND NAME) / Third Chance!

In the band, you, Y/N, are the lead singer and guitarist, with Karasu on bass and Otoya on drums.

While you and Karasu handle the lyric writing, Otoya gives his input, but you just ignore his suggestions. Sorry Otoya, we aren’t writing a song about ninjas saving hot babes <3

Karasu occasionally contributes soft vocals, adding an extra layer to the music.

(BAND NAME) / Third Chance is a well-known band, and your concerts are always packed.

At the end of each show, Otoya rips off his shirt and throws it to the crowd.

After gigs, the three of you head back to your shared hotel room to unwind and talk about the performance.

you guys either go straight to bed after that or watch some stupid movies.

Otoya definitely shows up at your house at like 1 in the morning to ask if you wanna go get some snacks with him and Karasu. If you ignore him, Otoya will throw rocks at your window till you accept your fate. (He'd yell but Karasu told him to shut up)

Both Karasu and Otoya enjoy skateboarding in their free time, they make you judge who is the better skater (Karasu)

Writing songs with them is a lot of fun, with everyone contributing ideas (including Otoya, when you let him). You are so good at lyricism, which sometimes leaves Otoya in awe, although he'll still insist he could do better.

Karasu hums melodies and plays what feels right while you experiment with lyrics.

Dating Headcanons!

Karasu Tabito:

Your fans adore your relationship and create countless edits of you two.

Otoya gets so pissy when he see’s them lol

When you're working on lyrics, Karasu loves to sneak up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

He's your rock when performance nerves kick in, soothing you with his touch and encouraging words.

Otoya hates you guys lmao

He’s just mad that he can’t get no girls and you both are so happy together. (( he is really happy for you guys though ))

Otoya pretty much third wheels all the time, literally every time you guys try to go out on dates Otoya will find away to come. 

You both have custom picks made for each other <3

Whenever he like sees you he goes up to like “Oh hey rockstar~ whatcha doing hm?”

He loves holding your hand, you love it too, especially with his ring-covered fingers <3

Otoya Eita:

He's SO smug about getting a partner before Karasu did lol

Also poor Karasu, you both would be at Karasu’s trying to write a new song.

Then you and Otoya literally suck each other face while Karasu’s tuning his Bass on the floor trying to ignore the sloppy tongue sounds.

He gave up on telling you both to get a room.

He likes helping you choose your outfit for concerts (( don’t listen to his judgement, he has awful fashion taste )) he chooses anything that shows off your butt/boobs

Pulls you in his lap to apply his waterline-liner every time before you guys go out on stage (( Que groaning Karasu ))

Otoya frequently breaks or loses his drumsticks, so you always have spares on hand.

He calls you "swagger kunoichi/shinobi," …. Yeah sorry

taglist: @gigiiiiislife @sharkissm @luvingshidou @kurona-theshark @soleilonthesun @duckydee-0 @rinitoshisgirl

lol I tried to make both of their sections even.. 🧍‍♀️btw sorry for any misspelled words lol- I just cut my nails so I forgot how to type 😭

Made June 5th 2024

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Requesting sizekink bam hcs because I rarely see them on here and I feel like due to his height feeling bigger than his s/o would get him going 🤷🏼‍♀️

Bam Margera Size Difference HC’s!

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, height difference, Y/N is implied to be petite

An: Thank you so much for the request!! As a shorter/smaller person myself, I have plenty of experience in this department, and it’s always fun to put my personal experiences in my work :D I’m also on a huge Bam kick atm so feel free to send those requests my way!

Given the fact Bam is one of the shortest members of the Jackass crew (second only to Wee Man), you’d be hard pressed to find him dating anyone drastically shorter than him

Well, that is until he met you,

Now, he also never thought he’d care about that sort of thing, but that was also before he met you.

It started innocent enough with some lighthearted teasing;

Just because you’re dating Bam doesn’t mean you get any respite from his usual bullshit.

Like that time you were over at the castle and your boyfriend popped his head in the kitchen doorways while you were grabbing yourself something to eat,

“Hey, Y/N- I’m gonna go antique Ryan. Can y’grab the the flour real quick?”

Of course, that was the same flour he put on the highest shelf earlier so he could watch you struggle to reach it, standing close behind you with his hands on your hips

Because, in his eyes, it was adorable and hilarious, especially when he offered to ‘Lion King’ you up so you could get it.

Not to mention all the times he’s given into the impulse to throw you over his shoulder and run around carrying you in a fireman’s hold,

“Bam!” Your resistance was only met with hysterical laughter from him and the rest of the guys. “I swear to god, if you don’t put me down-!”

Just before he’d toss you onto whatever nearby soft surface because he also found it hilarious to see you so pissy over something like that.

The moment you found out there was maybe something Bam wasn’t telling you was when you mentioned something about the size difference between you and him,

I mean, it was no Peter Steele Playgirl shoot, but you were just on the cusp where people might stare at the two of you in public and it was kinda getting to you

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Bam shrugged, totally nonchalant, “If anything, that shits hot.”

Wow. You never thought about it like that.

He gestured for you to hold your palm out to compare up against his, “I mean, it’s not even that big of a difference! C’mere-“

Bam’s hand felt warm and intimidatingly wide against your palm- he had at least an entire knuckle on you.

With his previous words in mind, you could kind of see where he was coming from…

The chuckle that reverberated from your boyfriend’s chest led you to believe he was considering comparing his hands to some other parts of you to show off just how tiny you were next to him.

[stilestheabominablesnowman]

Hi! This is my first request ever on the world wide web:D I love your writing so i decided to give it a shot.

I would love to request a Tyler/Reader fluffy, soft smut fic. It's all snowy outside so I imagine cuddling under lots of blankets with the heating broken, slowly leading to some action.

It's always a pleasure to be reader:] Thank you so much<3

Baby it’s cold outside - Tyler Galpin

summary: it’s freezing in tyler’s house, and he finds a way to warm you up.

warnings: established relationship, oral (fem receiving), slow sex, pretty vanilla tbh, nickames (babe, sweatheart ect), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) 

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It’s so cold, even cuddled up under the blankets with Tyler your teeth are chattering. Your eyes peer out the window, watching the snow flurry down and against the ground.

His dad’s out, buying a new heater considering theirs is broken.

It’s so cold your fairly certain your fingers will freeze off soon. Tyler’s sleepy eyes are trained on the tv, some random movie is playing, but you aren’t paying any attention.

Your eyes are staring at anything but the tv, you’re trying to distract yourself from his unusually warm hand on your thigh. His fingers twitch, and all you can think about is what they would feel like inside you.

You have had sex with him before but you haven’t in a while, and your practically aching.

“Babe, your shivering.” he discovers, voice tired and slow.

“Yeah,” You drag it out for a moment before speaking again. “Maybe you could help warm me up? hmm?” You suggest, pulling him closer to you.

“Oh, really?” he raises an eyebrow at you. “Maybe i will,”

He rolls over on top of you, and you laugh at his forwardness. Usually Tyler is the type to tread lightly around that type of stuff.

His lips meet yours and they move against each other slowly, his arm slides behind your neck to support himself. His other hand moves to your hip, pulling up to press your pussy against his hardness.

Your hands move from his neck to the hem of his shirt. You pull it up and over his head, your hands go to his toned chest.

Your lips break from his, “Have you been working out?” you pant.

“A little.” he laughs.

Your lips meet again, and you tilt your head to kiss him harder.

He puts his free hand against your chest to push your away.

“Slow,” he breathes out, “lets do this slow.”

“Ok, I can do that.” Your words come out shaky, and you nod your head.

Tyler softly presses his lips to yours, and then kisses his way down your body. He stops just above your shorts, and pulls them and your underwear down and off you. He throws them across the room for you to find later. You begin shivering from the cold and he pulls the blanket up over his head and to your chest.

Tyler pushes your knees apart and immediately attacks your clit. Licking and sucking at it. You can’t see what he’s going to do next, and your hips buck against his face.

He dips his tongue just barely into your pussy and you whine as he pulls it out and goes back to your clit.

He kisses his way back up your body, and shimmies out of his pants and boxers.

His lips meet your is a kiss so sultry you wonder if this is the Tyler you knew before. His left arm goes back underneath your neck, and his right hand goes to his dick, guiding it towards your pussy. He rubs the tip against your slit, and then slowly pushes in.

A high pitched moan leaves your lips at the stretch, and he groans at the feeling of your walls squeezing him.

Tyler tucks his face into your neck, pulling the blankets up to his shoulders to keep warm.

He pulls put a little, and pushes back in slowly. You whine at the sensation and his slowness.

When he pushes back in, he hits a spot you rarely remember is there. It elicits a loud moan from your lips. He licks and sucks at a part of your neck that he’s become of so familiar with, and you whimper. He moans as you clench around him and he throbs inside you. He begins thrusting his hips a little faster, repeatedly hitting that spot so deep inside you.

“God! Ty, you're so deep.” You moan out.

“I know, sweetheart.” he replies, voice strained. He’s trying to stay slow, trying to enjoy the intimacy but your just so tight, and warm. His thrusts get rougher, and your legs ache to close, so he takes his right hand and brings it to your thigh to hold your legs open. 

His dick twitches inside you and you know he’s close. Tyler moves his hand from your thigh to your clit and starts rubbing it with his thumb. Your stomach knots up.

“I’m close.” You utter, and he thrusts deeper. 

“C’mon baby..” He says, rubbing your clit harsher, “Cum for me,”

His hips stutter and he’s spiling inside you, the warmth warrants your aproaching orgasm. The knots inside you tightening and then snapping. 

waves of pleasure wash over the both of you like waves, until its over.

You don’t move, even when he’s softening inside you. You just lay there, tangled together underneath the blankets.

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A/N: I just realized that you wanted slow build up, im so sorry. I hope you like it anyways.

[jdbellingham]

LIGHT SWITCH

pairing : jude bellingham x reader

requests are open!!

word count: 472 (this is short lol)

summary: after being stood up time and time again, you finally give up on Jude.

warnings: cussing, angst

“IM SICK OF us being on and off like a fucking light switch!” She yelled, throwing her hands down. She gazed into Jude’s dark brown eyes which mirrored her own, large glistening pools about to overfill with tears. She could almost make out her own reflection in them, knowing that he could probably make himself out in hers.

“I’m sorry,” Jude replied, his voice quivering. Like a crackling fire, his voice was on the verge of fading into a faint whisper. His fingers clenched tightly into balled fists, fingernails digging crescent shaped wounds into his palm.

He watched as the girl he had loved since 12th year stared at his hands, then subconsciously tucked them behind his back. Flexing them to make sure there was still circulation.

“Jude I don’t want to do this,” She said, this time her voice slower and softer, comparatively gentle to the harsh words she had spoke just a few moments before. “But I have to, because I don’t want you to think that leaving me in front of restaurants and theatres time after time again, alone- is okay. And-”

“Y/n please,” Jude interrupted, his entire being was pleading, he would’ve dropped to his knees if she wanted him to. “I have loved you since i was 17, and I know at times I seem like a complete idiot, and I know for a fact I don’t deserve you. But I love you, Y/n L/n. I love you. And I’ll be damn stupid to let you leave. You are wonderful, and you are astoundingly smart,you are everything any man wants, and could ask for. But most of all, you are you. You are the girl who inspires me to change, you are the girl who I look forward to seeing every second of the day, and you are the person who not only makes people their best selves, you are the person who makes me, me. Y/n please just stay, I’ll make everything up to you, I’ll-”

This time it was Y/n who interrupted Jude, she had-had enough. She couldn’t take anymore before she would cave. One more word of his monologue and she would’ve folded before him and she’d have been the one begging for forgiveness.

“Jude,” Y/n began, and his sweet doe eyes lit up with hope,

“No,”

The light in his eyes vanished and the sound of his breath hitching filled the silence.

“Goodbye, Jude,” She said, the tears which she had held at bay for so long finally slipping down her face, and slowly but quite noticeably the tears multiplied. One tear became another, and suddenly her cheeks were streaked with warm salty drops. She quickly realized, and wiped what she could off, before whipping around and beginning to walk away.

And as much as she hated admitting it, she had hoped Jude would’ve stopped her.

do you guys want pt 2? feel free to send me suggestions!!

note: idk what this trash is, and ik i didn’t put it on the list of upcoming fics but I need to post smth bc my other fic is giving me writers block. anyway yeah don’t expect short stuff like this very often :)

TAKING REQUESTS!!!

[sanriokamabodo]

college!bf douma

A/N: im struggling w writers block + had a heavy day so i decided to write smth i conjured up instead of a request!i will be back in business soon my sweets!heehee<3 if y'all want a part two feel free to ask djdjd

CW's: hes kinda sleazy in the beginning, reader sucks at math. suggestive themes>:) douma is goth in my college au bc i said so. the day i proofread is the day i die!

A psychology major with a minor in religious studies. Doesn't practice any religion himself but finds the subject interesting nevertheless.

Barely studies but somehow manages to pass with flying colours.

That one hookup you regret with all your might, let me elaborate;

Douma tutors math and it's no coincidence he slept with majority of the people he tutored.

No, you're not an exception. Cute try though!

Something about Douma's piercings, his choppy hair that he probably cut himself and his 'don't give a fuck' attitude managed to dissolve your IQ and last bit of self respect around him.

He knows how to give you just enough attention to keep you interested, but little enough for you to purposely screw up your math tests for an excuse to see him.

Yes, he mocked your intelligence by asking if rats ate your brain or whether you were just born this stupid, but the way he ruffled your hair as he fake-pouted at you made something bubble in your stomach.

It's no surprise you ended up with Douma in the men's restroom, a hand smacked tightly over your mouth that day.

You weren't allowed to ride the high of having hooked up with the hottest guy on campus for long.

Throughout the night you were bombarded with messages from your friends, all of them being about Douma. Why didn't you tell them? Was he good? ... Was he big?

You thought your heart was going to thump out of your chest. Sweaty hands refreshing the messages five, ten, twenty times.

This had to be a sick joke, right? Was this Douma's true nature?

About to throw your phone away in defeat, it vibrated once more. You didn't want to look but curiousity got the better of you.

[Douma, 11:06]: I think we need to talk.

Your chest thundered with anger at the message.

[Y/n, 11:07]: You think!?

[Douma, 11.07]: I know you don't owe me anything, but can we please meet somewhere?

[Y/n, 11.08]: I don't feel like showing my face today, thanks:)

We're you being dramatic? Maybe a little. But you were an introverted person. Being known by everyone on campus wasn't on your to-do list, and the reason why just made it that much worse.

[Douma, 11.08]: Text me your adress, I'm coming over.

[Y/n, 11.09]: No.

[Douma, 11.10]: Please, give me a chance to set things straight. I'll fix it, I promise.

You pondered for a moment. Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen? You texted him the address of your dorm and within an hour you heard a knock on your door.

Opening the door Douma stood on your doorstep, looking rather apologetic. You waved him inside, a thankful smile grazed his lips.

"I like what you did with the place."

"Shut up."

"Fair enough." He nodded.

"So..?"

"I did tell my friends we hooked up." He said, making you scoff. He threw his hands up defensively, before you could say anything.

"But! But! I didn't want them to tell everybody else..! They know I like you... a lot."

A small blush across up your cheeks at the sudden confession.

"You like me?"

Now you've done it, Douma started rambling.

"I get really fucking dumb about crushes. I wanted to text you all the time but I didn't want to come across as creepy. I thought we could just... hook up and I would forget about my stupid little crush and of course it just made me like you even more, because c'mon you're hot as fuck." He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose dramatically. "So what I'm trying to say here is that I would really like to make it up to you because I'm really fucking sorry and I would also really, really like to take you on a date and have a fresh start, please?" A shy smile painted his features.

You laughed. You were stupid if you were to deny him like this, especially considering you really liked him too.

"I'd love to go on a date with you."

[alexmeeksmartin]

don’t be afraid to jump then fall

part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/alexmeeksmartin/716114654174314497/enchanted-to-meet-you

pairing: chad meeks-martin x gn reader

synopsis: the one where y/n fully joins the friend group. also the one where quinn accidentally meddles, anika and mindy deliberately meddle, and sam puts her advice out there.

a/n: i’m kinda feeling like making this a cute little miniseries, open to any suggestions ofc !i definitely feel more comfortable writing even now, also i am open for requests !

wc: 2.7k

it had been just over a month since you’d met anika’s friends, and you had pretty much become an integral part of the group already. you and mindy realised you had your film studies class together, and ethan’s free periods aligned perfectly with yours, allowing for a lot more studying and hanging out together. you had to admit that it was nice, the regular dinners at tara and sam’s place, mindy frequently coming in and out of your apartment, and going to the gym with tara. you slotted perfectly into the group. but, nicest of all was the opportunity to see chad.

ever since meeting him, you and chad had constant laughs with each other. he was a spark that could brighten up your gloomiest of days, and you felt the tension between the two of you rising more and more as the days pass.

it was a friday evening in your apartment as anika and you were getting ready to go round to tara & sam’s apartment for movie night. anika made her way into the bathroom, seeing you delicately fixing your hair and checking your overall appearance.

“y/n, babe, it’s a movie night. you do not need to be doing all of… well this. chad is still gonna stare as soon as you walk through the door regardless.” anika states with a playful tone, removing you from your transfixion on your appearance.

“i am not doing this for chad, anika.” you retort, turning around and making eye contact with anika, your roommate staring at you with raised eyebrows. you throw your hands up in defeat before looking back to the mirror. “okay, it is for chad. but i can’t look bad, ani, like this is very important!”

anika gently pulls your hands away from your hair before directing you out of the bathroom. she sits you on the couch and then starts speaking again, “y/n, that boy is like the definition of enamoured and infatuated when it comes to you. he is obsessed, and will continue to be.” she continues, making her way into your kitchen, “so, stop stressing about how you’re going to look for a movie night of all things, and just relax.”

“fine.” you huff, “but also, ani, that is complete hypocrisy, we both know just how much time you’d spend getting ready just for one night at mindy’s place before you guys were official!”

“now that is different!” anika replies, beginning to laugh. her infectious smile makes its way into you as well, and before you know it the two of you are giggling with each other. anika was right in fairness, you always stressed before seeing chad, it was a habit that needed to stop. “anyways, i need to shower.”

tara opens the door, a wide smile across her face. “hey, guys, come in!” she says, “that’s anika and y/n here now, sam, you can put the popcorn on!” tara yelled through to her sister.

“sorry for taking so long, but a certain someone takes thirty minutes in the shower.” you say, playfully blaming the two of you’s lateness in anika.

“hey, just because i like to perform in the shower.” anika mumbles in response as you put your coats away and take your shoes off.

“it’s a shower, not a theatre, babes.”

the pair of you walk into the living room, seeing mindy situated on one end of a couch, and ethan on the other, mindy having clearly reserved a spot for anika. beside them, tara makes herself comfortable in a bean bag and sam’s blanket wrapped over the armchair, leaving the only open seat in the room beside chad on the two-seater. a seat you‘re very grateful to have exist.

after greeting everyone else, you make your way to sit down beside chad. “this spot taken?” you ask jokingly.

“yep, saving it for my lovely friend, y/n- oh wait.” he responds, the two of you laughing at his lame joke.

you sit down beside him, curling up in the corner of the seat. “had a nice day?” chad asks.

“eh, it’s been okay. just been studying for my exam pretty much so i’m deadly tired. what about you?” you politely answer.

“pretty good, better now that i’m seeing you.” he flirts, and you hear a giggle erupt from where anika & mindy are sitting.

sam makes her way back into the room, greeting you and anika with a hug before sitting herself down. “so, what are we watching?” she asks, turning on the tv.

“wrong turn!” mindy exclaims from her seat, receiving confused looks from across the room. “what?”

“wrong turn?” tara repeats as a question.

“wrong turn. you know, the one where those college students and that doctor get lost in west virginia and are hunted by mutated inbred cannibals?”

“no, i don’t.” tara laughs, as everyone else begins to agree.

“i’ve never watched it, but i have actually heard of it.” you chuck into conversation. “thank you, y/n! i’m glad i’m not the only cultured individual in this room.” mindy replies, tara sticking her tongue out at them.

“i say a romcom!” chad butts in, only for ethan to also give his input, “but you guys said you’d watch star wars with me!” earning a laugh from you.

eventually, mindy convinces you all to settle on wrong turn. you watch the first third of the movie, but quickly finding yourself falling asleep, exhausted from revising all day. chad notices, and without you noticing moves himself along the couch slightly so that you fall asleep on his shoulder.

after a while, the movie finishes, and both you and chad have nothing to say about it. after you fell asleep on chad, he barely took his eyes off of you the entire movie, constantly checking that you were comfortable, and that none of the loud noises were startling you.

“so, who’s up for some pizza?” tara asks, receiving nods of agreement from the whole group. the group begin to organise themselves to go down to the pizza place, but chad remains seated. mindy and anika make their way over to you and chad, clearly on a mission.

“chad, i’m gonna need you to come with us.” mindy demands. “why? tara and ethan are already going too.”

“anika and i want to have a conversation with you.” she states with a very serious tone of voice.

“but y/n is sleeping. like sleeping on me.” chad protests, “do you not think i can see that?” mindy bluntly asks.

“well, i can’t fucking move, can i?!” chad whisper-yells at his sister as anika cuts in, “if y/n can sleep through the screams that we heard in that movie, i think you can move yourself off of the couch, chad. also, this isn’t a request. you’re coming with us.”

“fine.” chad sighs, then beginning to very delicately move you off of him and putting all of your weight onto the couch. chad leaves with mindy, anika, tara, and ethan, but not before a final glance to you.

only minutes later, you wake up to a redhead girl standing in front of you, seemingly studying you and giving you a jump, causing you to let out a small scream.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry, i did not mean to scare you!” she says, also having jumped at your startled wake.

“who are you?!” you shout at her, as sam rushes back into the room. ”um, you’re the one in my apartment.” the girl retorts.

“guys, calm down. y/n, this is our roommate, quinn. and quinn, this is tara’s friend, y/n.” sam explains, your breathing finally steadying.

“wait-“ quinn begins, her eyes wide with excitement. “like, chad’s y/n? anika’s roommate y/n?!” she asks sam.

“quinn!” sam says with a glare.

“was i not supposed to say that or-“ quinn continues, but you finally process what was just said. “what do you mean by ‘chad’s y/n’? also, where is everyone?”

“she means nothing by it, y/n. and they should be back in about twenty minutes, they’re just getting pizza. you like just basic cheese pizza, don’t you, y/n?” sam asks, clearly evading your first question.

“yeah, but still, what did you mean by ‘chad’s y/n’?” you ask quinn again. the redhead looks to sam, who sighs and nods at her. “you might as well, quinn.”

“well, i just meant cause y’know, you and chad kinda have a thing going… from what tara said at least.” quinn tells you. of course tara had told her, tara, like anika, had been constantly badgering you with support to get with chad. however, you were reluctant for a multitude of reasons: was he serious about things, were you sure of your feelings or were you just caught up in a guy paying you attention, and most importantly, can you coexist with his grief for liv.

“that adds up, i guess.” you say. “wait so what is going on there? is it a thing?” quinn asks.

“i mean, i’d like to know as well.” sam chips in from her armchair.

you begin to gather your thoughts. “so, anika and mindy both say that chad has a bit of a crush on me, and both ethan and tara seem to agree. but, i don’t know what to do about it. of course i’m attracted to him too-“

quinn adds, “who wouldn’t be?”

“-but i don’t know if he’s serious. or if i am for that matter. i also don’t know if he’s dealt with his grief for liv enough to focus on me. i don’t know, i’m an overthinker and i stress myself out about this stuff-“

“just go for it.” quinn says, getting up from the couch. “a wise man once told me ‘you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take’. so, just go. you like him on a level, he likes you. anyways, i should probably get back to paul. nice to meet you!”

“you too.” you reply as she leaves the room. “she’s a bit of a character, isn’t she?”

“she means well. also, i agree with her. go for it, chad’s a super sweet guy. he wouldn’t take you for granted in any way. don’t be afraid to jump then fall, y/n. you both deserve it.” sam advises.

“thanks for the tips, really sweet sam,” you begin sarcastically. “but i don’t know if you’re the best person to give romance advice on considering tara says you’ve been staring at ‘cute boy’ across the hall for months.” you say, laughing at sam’s predicament.

sam sighs. “i feel like i can trust you, y/n. i can trust you, right?” sam asks.

“of course.”

“swear to me that you will not discuss this with anyone. not even tara.” sam says with a stones expression.

“i swear that i won’t disclose this to anyone.”

“i’ve been sleeping with ‘cute boy’ from across the hall.” sam says, your mouth dropping open. “oh my god, it feels so nice to finally tell someone.” sam sighs in relief.

“seriously, sam?” you say, mouth still agape.

“seriously.”

“she shoots, she scores.” you say, walking across the room to give her a high five. you sit closer to her, both of you getting ready to delve deep into your love lives.

outside of the pizza place, chad, anika, and mindy wait for ethan and tara to emerge with the food.

“so…” chad starts, “what did you ‘need’ to talk to me about?”

“y/n, duh.” mindy bluntly answers.

“what about y/n?” chad asks, defensive.

“chad, we’re not idiots. we can all tell that there is something going on there.” anika states. “plus, mindy knows you like y/n. like you like like y/n.”

“i don’t-“

“you do.” mindy cuts in. “and knowing you, it’s weird you haven’t made a proper move yet. so, what’s going on?”

“i don’t know if y/n likes me back like that. i mean, sometimes i feel like we’re flirting but y/n also talks to ethan in the exact same way.”

“that’s why you haven’t made a move? seriously? y/n adores you, chad. you realise that, right? y/n spent almost an entire hour picking out what to wear tonight and sitting in front of the mirror, just for you to be impressed.” anika says, mindy nodding along to her girlfriend’s words.

“fuck, mindy, you couldn’t have told me this earlier?” chad questions his sister.

“what? it’s not my fault that you can’t pick up on very obvious social cues. in fact, so obvious that everybody else picked up on it.” mindy retorts, with tara and ethan exiting the pizzeria.

“did you sort whatever’s going on with him and y/n?” tara asks the girls.

“come on, it’s not that obvious.” chad says, receiving looks that say ‘are you serious?’ from the girls. “ethan, back me up.”

“sorry, man, they’re right.” ethan shrugs.

“…i mean, i just don’t feel like i’m ready for a relationship yet.” sam says, telling you about danny.

“well, like you said, ‘don’t be afraid to jump then fall’, sam.” you respond as the rest of the group re-enters the apartment.

“so, who do i owe?” you ask.

“it’s fine.” chad answers.

“yeah, chad already paid your share.” mindy says, her eyes widening, chad also becoming a bit flustered.

“oh, thanks! i can still pay you back, though?” you ask, feeling slightly guilty.

“nah, don’t worry about it.” he says. you send a smile of gratitude his way before you all sit down to eat.

“so, y/n, enjoy the movie?” tara asks sarcastically.

“oh, shut up.” you say, laughing.

“i thought that you’d have some real insightful comments and analysis to add.” mindy playfully adds.

“you wouldn’t have fallen asleep if we watched star wars…” ethan mutters under his breath.

“oh, please, star wars would’ve had me passed out within the first ten minutes.” sam chips in, having heard ethan’s comment.

as the group devolves into nonsensical chatter, chad taps you on the shoulder. “you wanna go for a walk?” he asks.

“sure.” you say, with a smidge of anxiety creeping into your mind, unsure of what he wants to speak about.

you two make your way out into the cold night air, making small talk until you reach a bench, sitting down.

“um, so i wanted to talk to you…” he trails off. you’d never seen him like this, he was always in a very confident and relaxed state. not this kind of shy and awkward guy that was sitting before you.

“about?” you ask, encouraging him to go on.

“i like you.” he says, waiting to gage your reaction before continuing. your eyes light up and he continues, “i like the way i can’t keep my focus around you. your laugh might just be the best sound i’ve ever heard. when you speak it’s like i hear the words, but all i’m thinking is that we should be together. i know it’s cheesy, but every time i see you smile, i smile. above everything, i guess i just like the way you’re everything i’ve ever wanted.”

it’s like you’re in a trance, absolutely speechless. “shit, i shouldn’t have said anything-“ chad’s doubtful words snap you out of it, finally processing what was being said to you. “it’s fine, can we just stay-“

you cut him off with a kiss, pulling him in. your lips make contact, and you passionately embrace each other for a moment before breaking it off.

“the feeling’s mutual.” you say, feeling like a weight has been lifted off of your chest. chad was serious. all the doubts that had been clouding your mind had been blown away.

you two walk hand in hand back to the apartment, chad giving you his jacket on the way back due to you shivering. you open the door to the apartment, seeing five hopeful and expectant faces on entering.

“what are the faces for?” you ask, confused.

“so… what did you guys talk about?” anika asks, trying to cover up a giggle.

chad looks to you for approval before giving the news, you nodding in return.

“well, we will both be unavailable on wednesday night.” he says, “because we will be on our first date.”

the group erupts in cheers, as you give chad a little peck on the lips. sam was right, you thought to yourself. sometime the best thing to do is to is jump then fall.

a/n: i don’t think i like this anymore but practice is good i guess, hope you enjoyed !

[captain-mj]

Well since the new Horangi skin came out now and twitter is going feral over it- how about some Eldritch!König and Monster Horangi?

Otherwise I will steal your rips (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I have been WAITING for this. I have been goddamn WAITING!!!

Also, I'm sorry guys, I can't keep doing the ö.... My German friend has informed me the oe is fine so that's what I'm using

Horangi drew all of the symbols on to the floor, kneeling down in the middle of the circle. He cupped his palms together and raised them slowly. Unlike other invokers, he did not speak the words, just prayed silently before slicing his hand. Blood dripped into the sigils and spread slowly. His blood darkened before lightening, making a gorgeous color.

"I summon a creature from the deep. I need assistance." Horangi finally spoke, feeling a presence. He didn't need a big creature to do this. Just anything from the deep would work.

"Hello summoner." The voice crackled and fizzed. It was hard to actually make out the words but Horangi had experience.

"I have a request. May I first know your name?"

"Koenig." It growled, the voice vibrating the walls.

Oh.

Oh no.

Horangi refused to feel fear, but this was a problem. While Koenig was not a violent being, or a particularly sadistic one, he was known for being powerful. A king as his name sake suggested. It was foolish of Horangi to not specify a name, but he hadn't exactly expected the King of the Deep to answer a lowly summoners call.

"Hong-jin, correct?"

"I prefer Horangi." His name was not something Horangi like throwing around and the fact that this creature knew so easily... It unsettled him.

Koenig moved closer, clearly behind him. "Horangi." His voice. It made something in Horangi weak. Something, probably fear, told him to run far away, but he knew better. That would make him prey and he didn't want to know what the King does to prey.

Breath, definitely not real because such creatures did not need to breath, erupted on his neck. "Tell me, Horangi. What do you want?"

"I've... fallen into debt. I want enough money to get myself out of it." Horangi shivered as Koenig started to lift more. He clearly towered over him.

"You wish to be debt free." Koenig repeated.

"Yes. I can offer my service. Blood. If you crave death, I can give you that."

Koenig hummed and the walls vibrated. Horangi's body had a visceral reaction. His hands raised to cover his own ears but he stopped them, not wanting to offend.

"I don't want any of that."

"What do you want? I will try to procure it." Horangi had almost nothing else to offer.

"Easy. Your body."

Horangi hesitated. "I appreciate that you answered my call. But I do not want to be devoured at this time, thank you." He went to dismiss him.

Koenig grabbed him. His hands were huge, easily wrapping around his waist with his fingers touching. He laughed and Horangi was surprised that it didn't hurt. A warm liquid sensation filled his veins in response to the sound.

"My tiger, my little summoner. I am sure you would taste very sweet, but I am not interested in tasting you that way. It has been a while since I..." His hands gently slid under Horangi's shirt. He sounded... shy?

The great King of the goddamn Deep. Shy. By... him?

It hit him suddenly. "You want..."

"The carnal pleasures, yes."

Horangi laughed, almost hysterically. Koenig started to pull away. "Wait, no. I... Yes. I will. If you promise to free me of my debt, you can... use me. I only ask you don't drive me insane or kill me."

The hands squeezed him gently before pulling Horangi's shirt off gently. "I will do my best."

Horangi went to protest but Koenig grabbed him before he could get anything out. He was turned around and lifted, his legs set on something that seemed to be... approximately shoulders. It meant he was close to the King's mouth and that was more pressing.

His form hurt Horangi's eyes. There was a writhing mass of tentacles in a shape that looked like a mockery of humans. It didn't make sense. His mouth was too big for his face with so many teeth. His tongue ran along Horangi's inner thighs. It felt both cold and hot. It cut into his skin like razor blades and the saliva that dripped from his tongue made the skin it touched feel even more sensitive.

Horangi couldn't help but struggle. He was so far off the ground and it hurt. Tentacles wrapped around him immediately, keeping him locked into place. His hands went above his head and his legs were spread as far as they could. The slick from them had the same effect, making his skin feel so sensitive. Pleasure started to barrage his nerves and Horangi felt himself relaxing into it. The deal had been struck and he found himself start to enjoy this.

His blood started to run from where Koenig had licked him. He kissed the wound gently, his lips much softer. A tentacle rather gently asked for entrance to his mouth, so he opened it, letting the tentacle go down his throat. He didn't gag and he tried not to think about what Koenig was doing to him to make that happen.

Something that felt like a hand grabbed him and gently started to rub at his hole. He whimpered and one of the tentacles wrapped around his dick. It held him tightly and stroked him, adding more pleasure to the already intense feeling. An appendage finally entered him, spreading him open. It stretched him until he thought he'd break. He didn't know how deep it went but every drag or thrust had his eyes rolling back in his head.

More slick filled him, flowing down his thighs. His nerves set on fire as it did. Whatever soaked into his skin did... something. Every touch, no matter where it was, sent pleasure shooting up his spine. The slightest brush against his spine had his back arching and legs shaking. It was too much, overwhelming and yet he didn't feel himself getting any closer to release. That may have been a good thing, since he had no clue when Koenig would be done with him.

His teeth pressed against the tentacle in his mouth and it was ripped out of him.

Large eyes opened in front of him. "No teeth!"

"What are you... You're doing..."

"Yes, I'm manipulating you. Getting rid of that nasty gag reflex, getting rid of most of the pain, making it feel more intense. I'm a God and you're a plaything." Koenig said it like he was amused Horangi didn't assume it. "I'll put you back together when I'm done." The tentacle shoved back in to him. "Now no more teeth."

Horangi reluctantly melted back into the feeling. Slowly, achingly slowly, he felt himself adjust, the pleasure clouding his mind. He pressed against the tentacle thrusting into him. It slipped further into him and he moaned, licking at the one still in his mouth. Another one started to poke at his hole and he immediately started to wiggle, not sure it could fit.

It did. He screamed the entire time as Koenig did not dull this feeling, but the pain didn't deter him as much as it should. The two currently inside him moved in tandem, clearly trying to prepare him. Tears streamed down his face as more slick ran down his legs. Part of him hoped they didn't find his prostate because he wasn't sure he could handle the abuse they would no doubt inflict on it. The tongue, luckily not as sharp feeling, ran along the scars on his face.

"Did they inflict these, my little tiger?" His mouth moved down, sinfully soft but mindbreakingly hard. The contradiction of his very being made him both recoil and press into him. It sucked hickeys into his skin and licked roughly over his chest. He should be close, he knew he should, but he wasn't. It was a special type of edging and he didn't know how to handle any of this.

They all left him. All of the tentacles moving away to leave him empty. Even the one that had been stroking him disappeared.

"No, please." Horangi had never heard himself so desperate or so wrecked. His hole clenched on nothing and he was sure if Koenig set him down and left, he'd never recover.

Koenig pulled him closer but covered his eyes. "You asked I don't drive you insane. I believe its best you don't see me right now. You've... I can't focus enough like this to make myself palatable for you. I am sorry."

Horangi just shook his head. "please... Please..."

"Shush now. Don't think too hard about this, understood?"

Horangi did not understand but he nodded desperately. The flesh he was on was ice cold, but it made his skin feel warm. It pressed against him firmly to keep him in place. Something pressed to him and he realized what Koenig meant by don't think too hard.

It was too big. Far, far too big. Fuck that fact that it didn't make sense and seemed to writhe slightly, it wouldn't fit.

Horangi felt his mind clear as if it was a whiteboard that Koenig cleaned for him. Gently, because Koenig truly did not want to hurt him, he pulled him down.

He wailed. Pain and impossible pleasure ran through him and none of the sensations he felt made sense. He felt the pressure around Koenig's cock like he felt it breaking his body. He felt the hands running up and down his spine just as he felt the warm flesh of his own back under his hands. Horangi collapsed into Koenig, digging his hands into flesh that made no sense.

He finally felt himself get closer to release. Every time he tried to think of anything other than the dizzying sensations, Koenig would gently pull his thoughts back to him. If he thought this would protect Horangi's sanity, he was sorely mistaken. The invoker sobbed and whined desperately, unable to do more than take and take and take.

Koenig forced his head up off his chest and kissed him sweetly. He let Horangi come on him but didn't let him come down, forcing him to stay at the peak of his orgasm until Koenig finished.

Horangi clenched around him over and over again, sanity starting to singe at the edges. Just as he was about to plunge into madness, Koenig came and let him come down.

It felt like warmth and nothing else. Then, Horangi was empty again, being cradled. Something pressed against his mouth and he opened it slowly, feeling something be pushed into hit.

"Eat. It's human food, do not worry."

Horangi did as told, slowly chewing. Grapes, he was pretty sure. He swallowed, pre expecting for it to hurt. There was no sensation. Carefully, he moved his legs and then tensed his abdomen. No soreness. No hint of pain. Not even the sensation of wetness from the slick and cum.

"Like I said, I put you back together." Very human hands and a very human body continued to cradle him as he came back.

"Is it safe to open my eyes?"

"Yes."

Horangi did, looking into the same eyes as before, just human sized. A gorgeous blue. He wore a hood that covered his face and he was still rather large, but very human like. Convincing if Horangi didn't know better.

"Thank you."

"Of course, liebling." Koenig's hands patted over him almost professionally before he nodded. "You are fixed. I shall hold up my end of the bargain and clear you of your debt."

He grabbed Horangi's hands and although he saw them, he saw that they went no where near Koenig's mouth, he felt the sensation of his knuckles being kissed still.

"If you ever need me again, I shall ask for the same thing."

"What if I only want the sex?" Horangi stared at him.

Koenig looked shy again. "Little Gemahlin. You humans never learn." He disappeared completely, leaving Horangi gently laid on the floor.

Horangi did the normal sanity tests Invokers used. He counted to make sure he had no forbidden knowledge. Spoke aloud to make sure nothing appeared. Went through the experience bit by bit to make sure that he had left nothing to interpretation.

He hoped by specifying money early on in the conversation, Koenig would not catch on to his little slip of just saying debt free. He then thought of what he called him. Gemahlin. It sounded familiar, but Horangi couldn't place it.

He waved his hands and one of his books appeared in front of him. It took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for.

Gemahlin: Consort or wife. Usually used by high priestesses to declare their dedication to lesser creatures.

Oh.

Oh no.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ithan x Reader | Rude Boy

type: angst, suggestive warning(s): cursing, nightclub, alcohol consumption, vulgar wording word count: 2.6k words request: Omg omg since ur writing for ithan holstrom i was wondering if you would write like a second chance fic with like a lot of angst and like them being broken up, she's tryna get over him, and he is possessive so she dirty dances with any of the other guys like flynn or tharion and he's just like get the fuck off my girl like huh?

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“And what does that mean now?” “That I cannot stand it anymore,” Ithan growls, his jaw tense, his expression so very angry. 

“So you are breaking up with me?”

“Yes, I am.” Ithan shudders when he turns away from you, only to turn back at you, glowering. “You never have time for him. Everything else is more important than me. Your studies, your friends, your work, even your guy best friends.”

You don’t have guy best friends. The most you have are Danaan and Flynn as your friends but you only met them through Lidia and only befriended them through her and through your relationship with Ithan. But they are not your guy best friends, they are friends and that is it. You also only ever spend time with them when all of your are together.

“That is not true,” you say, your voice quivering. Your feel your lower lip tremble, your lashes dampening. “I was just busy this last week.” “And the week before. And before that as well.” Ithan pauses, his chest heaving with deep inhales. “If you no longer wanted to spend time with me, you should have just said so.”

“That is not true.”

It was the last conversation you had with Ithan, packing your things on that day and leaving his place. Crying you return to your own apartment, the one you share with Lidia Cervos. She is sitting on the living room couch, her legs thrown over Ruhn’s lap, both of them laughing loudly. Your heart cracks open once again, a sob parting your lips.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you breath out, dashing through the corridor, back to your room, nearly stumbling over your own feet and the bags filled with things you had at Ithan’s place. Slamming the door shut behind you, you fall face forward into the bed, letting your tears run free, your weeps muffled by the pillow that slowly gets wet from your tears. A door falls close somewhere in the flat and you assume Lidia and Ruhn have gone to her room. But you thought wrong, as a soft knock sounds at your door a moment later and soon the door is opened.

“Y/N?” Lidia’s voice fills the room and your hear her walk in. You lift your head, your blurry vision hindering you from seeing the expression of her face. But you have a feeling it is pained. You and Lidia have gotten extremely close over the past years, you have helped her a lot to get out of the relationship with Pollux, offered her a place to stay and protected her, kept her safe when he showed up here. Her heart breaks when another sob slips through your lips and she hurdles over to you, sitting down the bed and cradles your face in her hands. “Oh baby, what has happened?”

Lidia swings her legs onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, her hands not leaving your face.

“Ithan and I…” A cry cuts your off and you bring your hand up, wiping the back of it over your face, under your nose. “We broke up,” you bubble, shaking your head. 

Lidia looks shocked, her eyes going wide, her lips parting. She has always pointed out what a beautiful couple you are, how perfectly you fit. She has been the one to get the two of you together, having loved the thought of one of her best friends dating one of her boyfriend’s friends. And you have been a beautiful couple, but apperently Ithan decided to throw it all away because of his jealousy or whatever. Maybe he had his reasons, but he did not tell you them.

“Why?” Lidia asks carefully, lying down on the bed next to you. You shift a little, cuddling up to her, your head in the crook of her neck, her arm around you, hand softly stroking your back. 

“I don’t know,” you breathe, tasting the salty tears in your mouth. “He said I did not spend enough time with him. That I rather spend time with everyone else but him.”

Lidia huffs loudly and gives her head a little shake — as good as it possible why lying. “That is bullshit, you have been at his place every weekend.”

“That was not enough I think.” You brush your face over her shoulder, feeling a little guilty as there is already a damp spot on her shirt. “You think he really does not laugh me anymore?”

Lidia turns her head a little. “I think he still loves you a lot. He loved you so much before, he would not just stop loving you. I think he might have different reasons.”

And he had, but you only find out about them later, for now your are bathing in your pain, the ache in your chest only getting more rather than vanishing. 

Lidia stays with you that night, holding you in her embrace the whole night and letting you sob until you have no tears left to cry. 

You wake up in the morning with red puffy eyes, your face swollen and your throat dry. Lidia and you have breakfast together, and later you make yourself a girls day, filled with face masks, and nail care and movies. She tells you that she sent Ruhn away last night, telling him that you were her priority then and he understood. He understood. He understood other than Ithan, that there sometimes are other priorities but that she still loved him the same way. 

It is a week after your breakup when Lidia is once again in your room, rummaging around in your closet. “That one?” She tosses a bright red and way too short dress at you and you huff a no.

“Well then that one?” Now a black dress comes flying at you and Lidia throws you a warning look when she leans backwards and looks at you around the door of your closet. 

You pick the dress up and look at it, it has low cut outs and some transparent pieces. You pull one shoulder up, shrugging a little. “I am not sure.” You are not sure for more than one reason. You don’t feel yourself so much after the breakup with Ithan, you don’t know if you will feel comfortable and secondly, it was Ithan's favourite dress on you. Would this just rip open the wounds again? You aren’t sure, but when you meet Lidia’s pleading eyes you say yes. It is Ruhn’s birthday party — he is celebrating at a club and you really did not want to go but Lidia was persistent, saying you need to get out again, mingle a little and really need the distraction. So you agreed. She also said she would really like to have you there, not yet having fully connected with Bryce and would love to have her best friend with her. So you agreed not wanting her to be alone, but in the back of your mind regret takes root. You know Ithan will be there as well. Ruhn was his friend, he was definitely invited. 

A cab drops you off at the venue, a long lineup of club goers already waiting to get inside. But Lidia takes your hand, pulling you past those people, past the people smoking outside the club, until you come to a halt in front of the door and a big Hulk-like male that gives the two of you a once over. 

“We are on the guest list for Ruhn Danaan,” Lidia says casually. The man checks but still asks to see your IDs. He checks them as well and lets you pass with the wave of his hand. 

You heart is thrumming in your chest when you follow Lidia through the crowd of dancing people, strobe lights flash from above and all around you, otherwise the club would be completely dim. 

“He is here!” you shout to your best friend over the loud music, pointing forward, your heart now beating in your throat. 

“I know, I am sorry, Y/N,” Lidia says, squeezing your hand tightly while pulling you with her. Seeing Ithan would anyway be inevitable, but still your stomach churns as you have no idea how to approach him. Would you two speak?

Ithan’s eyes, full of pain and an emotion you cannot quite place, land on you the moment you get up the VIP area and Lidia greets her boyfriend with a passionate kiss. YOu obviously follow, wishing him all the best for his birthday before greeting the others. 

Ithan watches you with a stoic expression when you wave your hand at him. He does not greet you, just looks at you and your heart cracks open. It is like he is blaming you. Like you made a mistake while he was the one to break up with you. Tipping his glass to his lips he downs it in one gulp. 

You are getting angry, your gaze holding his until arms wrap around your waist from behind you.

Tristan’s head appears next you and he beams. “Hello, beautiful. Haven't see you in a while, how are you?”

“Fine,” you mumbled, trying to turn in his hold or rather leave his embrace. But then—

“You want to dance?”

“I was just about to offer you a drink,” —Tristan holds up two glasses—- “but dancing sounds like fun.”

“Drinking as well. Thank you!” You take the glass from his hands, clink his with it and then down it in one. He does the same. 

If Ithan thinks that you spend too much time with the other boys, which was bullshit, you would show him how much you love spending time with them. It was super silly and on the edge of childish, but he had no right to be pissed right then, he was the one who broke up with you. 

You follow Tristan who is holding you hand onto the dance floor, he turns you to him, grinning brightly. "I assume we are trying to make wolf-boy jealous?”

“He is already jealous,” you groan, moving your hands up chest his chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath the shirt while his own hands find their place on your waist. 

“Yeah, but I think we are just adding oil to the fire.” A wicked glint appears in Tristan’s, his hands just moving his hands a little lower. “He has been miserable the past week,” Tristan shouts, leaning in, his lips brushing your ear.

“He broke up with me, you remember?” You tip your head to the side, eyes widening.

“I know, but you know why?” “Because apperently I have neglected him,” you grumble.

“Hmm.” You shake your head. 

He takes one hand of yours into his, swirling you away from him. Your hair shifts over your shoulder and lifts. Irritation coats your insides, but still you force a grin to your lips. Wanting Ithan to hurt just like you did — although you actually don't it. You don’t really know what you want. (imagine rude boy by Rihanna playing)

Flynn pulls you back to him while you sing a long to the text. Through the crowd you directly meet Ithan’s gaze, he has already been looking at you —glowering. Anger is etched into his features, his eyes like burning coals. 

Come here rude boy, boy

Is you big enough?

Tristan turns you a little, pulling you closer to him, his hands come to rest on your waist. You move your hands up, your butt grinding a little against his front. You continue singing, your eyes are closed. 

Come here rude boy, boy

Can you get it up?

But when you open your eyes again, you don’t see Ithan anymore. Has he left? Have you taken it too far?

You clamp down on the regret that bubbles up inside of you and turn back to Tristan, hands sliding up to his neck. 

“He has left,” you say matter-of-factly. Tristan parts his lips but right when he wants to say something, you feel another pair of hands on your hips.

“Fuck off, Flynn, get away from my girl!” Ithan growls behind you and you are pulled back towards his hard chest. You startle, fuming. “I am no longer your girl, Ithan!” you growl out when your head whips to him.

It looks like all life whooshes out of him, his eyes widen, his lower lip trembling. “We need to talk,”he shouts over the music, but you shake your head.

“Don’t tell me what I have to do!”

Ithan turns you in his hold, eyes full of pain when they catch your gaze. “Please, let us talk.”

Slowly you find yourself nodding, hurt radiating from every fiber of his body. “Okay,” you said and lean upwards a little, his scent of cologne, of wood and nature filling your nostrils. 

Ithan lets you lead, you guiding the two of you through the crowd of people until your are outside where people are lingering on the fringes, smoking. 

You try to find a place that is not so full of people and so you stop right next to the wall of the building, leaning against it and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Now?” You raise a brow.

“Forgive me please,” Ithan says, his voice quivering and hoarse. He braces his hands on the wall beside you, leaning closer. 

“All of a sudden? Did it really need Tristan and me dancing that you realise you made a mistake?” Ithan’s throat works on a swallow, will fury blazes through your veins. You glare at him, feeling tears burn behind your eyes. 

“No,” Ithan bites out, his hand forming a fist and he punches the wall a little. “Please, forgive me. I have been such an idiot. It all got too much. The weekend I broke up with you was the anniversary of Connor’s death. I just couldn’t handle my emotions. And then you went out with Lidia instead of me and helped Ruhn choose a birthday cake and I just once again felt like everyone I love is leaving me.”

A tears runs out of Ithan’s eye and your heart shatters. You place your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them. “Oh Ithan,” you breathe. Ithan’s mask slowly cracks open further, his lips quivering, his hands trembling. “You should have told me,” you say in a low voice, your own eyes watering.

“I tried to. But I thought you no longer loved me and I would just break up so you are not leaving me. It was stupid and selfish.”

“You are right it was stupid, but not selfish. You wanted to break you heart, Ithan. Oh gods!” You pull on his shoulders, bringing him closer to you, before curling your arms around his neck. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about the anniversary of Connor’s death.”

Ithan exhales loudly into the crook of your neck, his tears falling to your skin. “I did not want you to see me so weak.”

“Ithan you are my boyfriend, I want to see all of you. You are not weak if you mourn your brother’s death.” 

He pulls back a little, staring at you with big, pain-filled eyes. Another tears slips out of the corner and you quickly brush your thumb over it. “You boyfriend?” he whispers, the corner of his mouth tipping upwards. “So I am forgiven.”

“You shattered my heart into pieces, there is a lot more you have to do to make up for it, but yes, you are a little tiny bit forgiven.”

“I can promise some making up tonight. You are coming back home with me, yes?”

You smile at him. “Yes, but only if you promise that we talk about things from now on. Everything. I want you to share with me what you are feeling, what you are going through. I want you to talk to me about Connor. I don’t want you have to deal with that all alone.”

Ithan inclines his head and then leans in to kiss your forehead. “I promise I will!”

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tags: @headcanonheadcase @azrielsbabyg @randomness-it-is  @brekkershadowsinger 

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INTRO💥💥💥

Name: Ozzie/Sunday + anyname from my url

Pronouns: he/they pref but idrc

Agender, bi, aroace spectrum

TVhead robotkin and spiderkin💥💥💥

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Bungo Stray Dogs(Dazai, Verlaine, Fyodor and Lucy) is my main fandom and hyperfixation BUT here are some other fandoms of mine I still like

☆ = I still actively look at/take part in

♡ = not as active but I will scream abt if given the opportunity

♤ = I like it but I'm not updated with the fandom

favorite characters r not in order

-Jujusitu Kaisen(Gojo , Megumi , Itadori and Sukuna)☆

-Deadplate(Vincent) ♡

-Genshin Impact(Baizhu, Xiao, Diluc, Childe and Dottore) ☆♡

-Honkai: StarRail(Boothill, Sunday, Clara, Sparkle, Natasha and Aventurine) ☆

-Hollow Knight(Grimm and Quirrel) ♡

-Pokemon(EMMET AND INGO💥💥💥)(Also Galvantula, Reshiram, Gallipede and Eternatus) ♡

-Madness Combat(Deimos and 2BDAMNED) ♤

-Guilty Gear(Robo-Ky, Zato, Chipp, Ky and Happy Chaos) ♤

-Wuthering Waves(Scar and Lingyang) ♤

-Cookie Run(Espresso Cookie, Red Velvet Cookie and Rougefort Cookie) ♡

-RWBY(Qrow, Phyrra, Blake and Emmerald) ♡

-Project Sekai(Rui and Shizuku)♤

-Castle Crashers(Blacksmith)♤

-No Straight Roads(Neon J)♤

-The Property of Hate(RGB)♡♤

-Stardew Valley(Sebastian, Sam and Hailey)♤

-Omori(Captain Space Boyfriend, Hero and Kel)♡♤

-Howl's Moving Castle(Howl, Calcifer and Markl)♡

-Ponyo(Fujimoto)♡♤

-Punishment Gray Raven(Wanshi)♤

-Danganrompa(Kokichi , Keebo , Gonta , Nagito , Miu and Celestia)♤

theres others but those r irrelevant we dont talk abt the dark ages

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[once-upon-an-imagine]

highway to hell please ? I miss that boy

oohhh, I actually have some written for this story! Billy hasn't made an appearance though, sorry 😂 so feel free to request another random Billy WIP

send me a WIP

[Munson!Reader] When you are tired of your brother and your boyfriend arguing all the time, you come up with a plan that finally makes them work together and at least not murder each other.

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Highway To Hell

Livin' easy, lovin' free Season ticket on a one-way ride

“Holy shit!” Steve said as you made your way into Family Video.

“What happened to you, my man?” Argyle asked, seeing your knee with blood running down your leg. 

“I fell off my stupid bike!” you said, throwing your bag once you reached the registers where the guys stood with Robin.

“I thought Eddie was going to bring you” Steve asked, confused as you hopped on the counter and Robin got out the first aid kit so you could clean yourself up. 

“Oh, so did I!” you chuckled angrily. “But Billy came over to offer me a ride” you said, making Steve and Argyle roll their eyes. 

“Oh no” Steve said as you cleaned your leg. 

“What? What’s so wrong about that?” Robin asked, confused. 

“They literally started arguing over who would drive me here! Eddie started yelling at him, asking him who did he think he was and if he didn’t think that Eddie could drive me” you explained. “And then, Billy started pointing out that Eddie’s van breaks down every time he drives-”

“Which is true” Steve intervened.

“So it became this whole thing and they just started screaming at each other until Eddie kicked him out but they kept arguing outside” you said, rolling your eyes. “I just grabbed my bike and left. I don’t think they even noticed” you explained. 

“Dude, they both need to chill, or one of them is going to end up murdering the other one” Argyle said, clearly tired of this subject. 

“Well, Eddie’s really stubborn. I don’t think he’s backing down” Steve said as he placed a bandaid on your knee. 

“So is Billy man! When we were kids, he was always looking to fight kids that were like twice his size” Argyle explained. 

“I don’t know! But they are driving me insane! I can’t do this anymore!”

“Come on, are they really that bad?” Robin asked you.

“Huh, you should have been there last night” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Why? What happened last night?” Argyle asked, confused.  

“I was in my room and Steve came over to borrow some moisturizer from me-” you started.

“Hey!” Steve argued, glaring at you. “How hard is it to say ‘something’? Steve came over to borrow ‘something’ from me” he complained. 

“Anyways, he came into my room and Billy was there and Eddie didn’t know so they just started yelling at each other!”

“It was a whole thing” Steve nodded. “Maybe you just need a break” he offered. 

To Be Continued

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A/N: also, any suggestions or ideas for any stories are more than welcome!

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Hello, My user is cyberzombi3. From what my account will be about is mainly Jujutsu Kaisen! I will allow other fandoms/anime’s, but JJK is my main focus. (I don’t post much so don’t expect daily posts-)

I am a very silly and lazy person, but still feel free to ask for requests or leave comments. (I have messed up grammar)

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𖣠 ⬩age - 18

𖣠 sexuality / pronouns - bisexual/

Aroace. She/her

⬩anything - loves anime! Listens to music for comfort. At home artist.

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I will post adult content, such as smut. But don’t worry I also do angst, fluff, and more! :3

But with that being said, please no minors. I know this announcement won’t stop some minors, so PLEASE don’t let me know that your a minor, or else I will block you ^^

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What I won’t accept/allow.

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• things about shit, piss, throw up, etc.

• minor x adult. (Pro-shipping or pedophilia)

• charater x charater.

• real life people.

• very very explicit smut.

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•smut, angst, fluff

•female/male reader x character

•gay/lesbian relationships

•different au’s

•spanking/BDSM

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♡ Characters I do ♡

Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)

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•Satoru gojo (aged up only)

•Suguru geto (aged up only)

•Kento Nanami (aged up only)

•Leiri shoko (aged up only)

•Lori Utahime (aged up only)

•Fushiguro toji

•Ryōmen Sukuna

•Kamo choso

•mei mei

(If you don’t see people like yuji, nobara, megumi, or any other MINORS. it’s because they are MINORS.. it’s nasty and disgusting to write smut with a fucking minor. If you wanna do mother/father(reader) and son/daughter(charater)writing, then just ask. If the charter is a minor I won’t be doing smut, maybe fluff but if you guys were family, such as siblings or being their mother/father, NOTHING ELSE!!)

💗♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅••⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡⑅•⑅♡💗

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩Slashers ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

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•Micheal Myers

•Billy Lenz

•Billy loomis

•Stu matches

•Brahms heelshire

•Thomas Hewitt

•bubba sawyer

(I would normally add more characters but I’m slowly loosing interest in slashers. So if you want me to do any other one just ask me! ^^)

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Am I taking requests?

꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷

YES! At the moment I am taking requests and I would love to see your ideas! I’m not so much of a creative person so I would love to see some ideas for me to do! As long as you follow my rules then I’ll do it! Also, when wanting other charater’s that I said aren’t on the list, please don’t make them minors. If they are then at least say an aged up au? Or something! I don’t like writing about minors and I refuse to do so. (I STILL WONT DO IT IF IT’S A MINOR.)

꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶꒦꒷✧꒷꒦︶꒦꒷

Also, if you want me to do different fandoms, just ask! I’m watching chainsaw man and Bungo stray dogs at the moment so feel free to request. My head cannons or plots will be CANNON!! ^^

With that being said…

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

｡⋆⸜ 🎧༉‧₊ requests are open!🕯️❀༉ ♱*.ﾟ.

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

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Good bye ml. ♡

(SORRY FOR MISSPELLING AND MESSED UP GRAMMAR)

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