#pls I love keeping up with street fashion

[love-belle]

every dead end street led you straight to me !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which no one knows how they're both each other's daylight.

or

for when you find the one you were meant to find all along. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // f1 drivers x platonic!driver!fem!reader // milo manheim x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - i am SO sorry for leaving u all but i had my finals going on and now i am DONE with school i just have my college entrance exams left and then im free free FREEEEEE !!!! i love u all sm thank you <333 i hope u like this !!

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yourusername me n baby boy

edit : he says it's baby MAN i disagree ☝️‼️

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username y/n soft launching her man wasn't on my bingo card this year like OH KAY

username bf reveal when ‼️‼️‼️

username LMAOOOO THE EDIT

username cannot wait for the grid to be summoned and be Weird

landonorris i thought i was the baby boy

-> yourusername girl u r a problem species

-> yourusername he says u can be his baby boy tho 🫵🫵

-> landonorris no thanks

-> yourusername FUCK UUUU FUCKKKKKK U - the bf

-> username lord what is this

username speechless who is THAT

username milo 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 did u get lost 🤨🤨🤨🤨

-> milomanheim wdym i'm not even here

-> username gaslighter 🫵🫵

username cannot wait for race weekend it's gonna be sooooooo fun 🤞🗣️🗣️🗣️

alexandrasaintmleux the cutest 💘

-> yourusername no u 🫵🫵🫵

-> charles_leclerc stop trying to steal my girlfriend please

-> yourusername stop flirting with my bf maybe ?????

-> alexandrasaintmleux charles ?

-> charles_leclerc this isn't what it looks like

username y/n casually wrecking homes and stealing her colleagues gfs lile yasssss queen i support it

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username madly obsessed with her this is life altering to me

milomanheim real life angel visited the angel store !!!!!!! employees must've been happy

-> maxverstappen1 biblically accurate angel but sure

-> yourusername i pray on ur downfall every minute

milomanheim "baby boy" wasn't even directed at me and i blushed

-> yourusername homewrecker vibes stay AWAY!!!! 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

-> milomanheim wow

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username HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS HANDS

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-> username MISS GIRL WTFFF

-> username no y/n get UPPPPP

username prettiest boy oh my god

username not to alarm anyone but half the grid is here and i am having Thoughts

username Y/N??? LANDO??? ALEX???

-> username my met gala honestly

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-> milomanheim let the queen know she shouldn't settle for less ☝️🗣️

-> lilymhe yeah alex you're being a 🚩🚩🚩 right now

-> alex_albon oh god

username ALEX AND LILY BEING BSF WITH MILO????? WHAT IS THIS????? WHAT WILL BE NEXT????? LEWIS GIVING HIM FASHION ADVICE????? CHARLES SAYING SOME INCOHERENT SHIT?????

-> username baby breathe

-> username FUCK OFF LUCAS

lewishamilton i see someone's challenging my paddock icon title

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-> lewishamilton i really like you

-> milomanheim DIED

username i feel things looking at those pictures OH MY GOD

username no bc if y/n and milo are together i will simply combust bc HAVE U SEEN THEM???? I BI PANIC I BI PANICKED

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-> username girl they don't even know each other ☝️

-> username TRUST ✊✊✊

yourusername HANDS HANDS HANDS HANSD HSNDS

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-> milomanheim ty

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-> milomanheim sadly the only thing i inherited

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username y/n's engagement under this post goes WILD like

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-> username somewhere on this earth there is a george russell yelling at everyone in the gc to keep it strictly for professional things

-> username russell george i am sorry they are putting u through that😞😞😞

username MILOOOOOOOOOO AND Y/N IM SCREAMING

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yourusername there are things (inappropriate stuff) i wanna say to u (my BOYFRIEND) but i'll just let u (my COLLEAGUES) live

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username speak ur truth queen 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

username her pr team is trying so HARD like i feel like they don't get paid enough to deal with all this

-> yourusername i'll take that as a compliment thank u

username the power couple and we don't even know who he is

-> username mama y papa

-> username honestly they eat up everyone with these pictures

username hidden and secret and private??? girl really picked out her battles

username LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE this for her

landonorris thank you because i saw what you texted him this morning and osc had to physically stop me from bathing with bleach

-> yourusername why are u acting as if u literally didn't just straight up ask us if we "needed a third"

-> landonorris LIES SHE LIES SHE'S A LIAR

-> oscarpiastri mate the entire paddock was there

-> landonorris details but like..........do u

-> yourusername do we what.

-> landonorris ............need a third

-> mclaren oh hello ! guess who just lost their phone PRIVILEGES

username screaming bc they're already parents

-> username he's an absent father but ok

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username mother never misses

username lewis WISHES he was her

-> yourusername RIGHTTTT

-> lewishamilton roscoe's godmother privileges REVOKED

username f1 grid will never fail to make to laugh bc what do u mean lando asked y/n and the bf if he needed a third and what do u MEAN that y/n is roscoe's godmother

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-> username felt this in my bones

milomanheim speak out ur truth queen !!!!!!

-> yourusername i did

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-> yourusername charles LOOK AWAY !!!!!!

-> username no bc

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-> milomanheim i am scared

-> yourusername uh

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-> username all that build up and for milo to just

-> username guess who's sleeping on the couch

milomanheim before u say anything

-> yourusername i am SO disappointed rn

-> milomanheim I'M SORRY

-> yourusername :(( i had 3 months of soft/hard launch planned with annotations and notes

-> milomanheim we can still do that!!! anything u want!!!

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-> milomanheim ❤️

-> username fuck u both STOP RUINING SINGLE PEOPLE'S LIVES

-> username crazy about them

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milomanheim something about how taylor swift said every dead end street led u straight to me 💘

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username I SCREECHED OH MY GOD

username we knew but OH MY GOD THE REVEAL

username and everyone cheered

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-> yourusername it's how he won me over

-> milomanheim wait actually

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-> milomanheim i thought it was me saying PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE till u agreed

-> yourusername that probably sealed the deal 💘

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-> username he set the bar so high it's a dash at this point

username in love with both of them honestly

username crying LOOK AT THEM!!!!!

landonorris how you've both grown up! i still remember the first time she saw you and cried to me about how fucking pretty you are :)

-> milomanheim OHHHH ????

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-> username nah bc y/n is so real for this

username milo with that drawing is so "what if i told u i'm a mastermind"

-> username NAH HONESTLY

-> username bro prophesied his relationship

username if my relationship isn't like this then i don't want it 💔💔💔

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yourusername also about how she said i wanna teach u how forever feels

-> milomanheim nah bc u will like where r u gonna go 🤨

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-> milomanheim BABY 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️😬😬😬😬🤞🤞🤞🤞🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯

-> charles_leclerc give him some time he's buffering

-> username something tells me that this is a very regular occurrence

-> oscarpiastri it is

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-> milomanheim 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️❤️❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯🥰🥰🥰🥰☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️

-> username what is happening

-> oscarpiastri just give him some time

yourusername not to be a hopeful romantic loser on the main but i find u in every love song i listen to so yea

-> milomanheim look at u being nice for once

-> yourusername boy i will block u

yourusername love u

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-> yourusername *i* love you

-> milomanheim ilyt

-> username NO HE DID NOT 😭😭😭

-> username bro needs to learn how to hesitate

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yourusername if the whole world was watching i'd still dance with u

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username GOODBYE

username this post right here your honour

username the way i teleported to the railway track

username SCREAMING SJSJTRBCUCJ

username pls block me b4 posting happy stuff (im so happy i cry)

landonorris you can't even order on your own sir DOWN

-> yourusername FUCK UUUUU OMG

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username DRIVE HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS TO BE THERE WITH U

-> username OVER AND OVER THE ONLY TRUTH

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-> username i shed tears

username they're literally winning in life BOTH OF THEM

username NOT HIM PEELING ORANGES FOR HER IM GONNA SCREAM

username the orange theory is true and it's real because y/n and milo just proved it argue with air

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-> username i had to take SEVERAL deep breaths so as to not break down in front of my family

-> username no one's doing it like them

username IN A WORLD OF BOYS HE'S A GENTLEMAN

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lilymhe with me obviously 🙄

-> yourusername obviously

-> milomanheim 😧

-> alex_albon 😧

username if he doesn't stand outside my window with a sign asking when can he see me HE IS NOT THE ONE

-> username FRRRRR like stop‼️settling‼️for‼️less‼️

username going crazy over these photos like there's SO MUCH content

username y/n feeding us those milo crumbs

-> username nah she gave us whole PLATES with utensils and all ☝️☝️☝️

username i truly cannot wait for milo to be in her garage bc we all know that they're stupidly in love with each other and watching them giggling and smiling and laughing will be much more entertaining than racing

-> username nah bc bro doesn't know how to function with her around

-> username i don't even blame him bc that's Y/N Y/L/N

charles_leclerc how is this relationship gonna work when none of you has the guts to go and say that they got your order wrong

-> yourusername ur saying this as if alex hasn't been the one to go up and say that u asked for no pickles

-> charles_leclerc that was classified information

-> yourusername not anymore 🤗

username i live for y/n terrorizing the grid fueled by nothing but coffee and/or spite

username they're soooooooooooo disgusting im just gonna cry in a corner bc i do not have someone to peel my oranges for me and i have to do it myself like a common peasant

milomanheim i would peel oranges for u forever dw baby i got u 🍊🍊🍊

-> yourusername this is so sweet i cried stfu

milomanheim cannot believe i get to tell everyone ur my gf like OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

-> yourusername bf

-> milomanheim gf

-> landonorris bf AND gf ?

-> yourusername STOP ASKING

milomanheim wdym i cannot love u more than life itself 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 lies bc i do love u more than life itself

-> yourusername i would sacrifice max for u

-> milomanheim doesn't mean that much bc i know u would sacrifice him for a juice box

-> maxverstappen1 OH REALLLLLLLLY

milomanheim angel 🍒

-> yourusername no u

milomanheim u make me feel all golden like daylight

-> yourusername u make me feel all i like shiny things but i'd marry u with paper rings

-> username bye y'all this was fun

-> username brb i need to test if my toaster is waterproof or not

[archangeldyke-all]

a request for butch tattoo artist sevika pls 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️

anon ur a genius!! i hope u like it <3

men and minors dni

in a modern au, i always filp flop on how to incorporate sevika's mechanical arm into her character. sometimes i think she has a prosthetic, but sadly prosthetics today can't move and function as well as her prosthetic in canon, so sometimes i think she just has severe nerve and tissue damage on her arm from a fire.

which is what we're gonna do for tattoo artist sev.

she starts getting into tattoos because of her arm. she struggles with its appearance, so she teaches herself how to do stick and pokes with household objects. she practices on oranges and bananas until she feels comfortable enough with it, then she starts tattooing her arm.

it starts with a few stars on her wrist, a lightening bolt on her pinky.

she likes it.

she likes it so much, that every time she feels especially depressed about her arm (about once a week) she adds a new tattoo. it always manages to cheer her up-- the ability to create something beautiful on something (she considers) mangled.

she starts sketching ideas for new tattoos-- skulls, flowers, various animals.

she starts practicing different fonts too.

eventually, when she's got about a quarter of her arm covered up in simple line art stick and pokes, she gives in and buys herself a tattoo gun.

within a year, she's got a full sleeve-- all done by herself.

her friends start asking her for tattoos, which leads to friends of friends asking for tattoos in exchange for money, which leads to silco finding her and offering her an apprenticeship at his tattoo and piercings shop.

she says yes without hesitation.

it's the first job she's ever had that she actually loves. once she's finished with her apprenticeship, she specializes in tattoos that cover scars-- whether they're from injuries, surgeries, or self harm.

seeing her clients cry in the mirror at the sight of their new art-- something beautiful drawn over a painful memory-- never fails to get her a little misty eyed herself.

she always wears wife-pleasers to show off her ink. even in the winter-- she'll bundle up under sweaters and coats until she gets to the shop where she strips down until her arms are bare.

she's not too fussy about her clothes-- prefers comfort over fashion. cargo pants, jeans, and sweatpants are her go-to's. she keeps her hair slicked back with gel, out of her face and behind her ears.

the first time you meet-- you almost pass out at the sight of her.

you'd come in for a piercing on your nostril. it had gone smoothly, silco instructing you to breathe in, then out as he shoved the needle through your skin. he shoved the stud in, and helped you stand when sevika walked in from her lunch break.

silco helped you sit back down, explaining that sometimes people get shaky from the shock and adrenaline. you nodded along, not wanting to tell him you were actually weak in the knees because of the woman standing before you.

sevika didn't notice you until you were checking out at the front desk. she nearly fucked up her client's leg tattoo she was so busy gawking at you. you caught her staring and smiled shyly, waving at her. she grinned.

sevika's silco's best artist-- which is why he doesn't give her any shit when she puts her gun down and tells her client "one second," before dashing out the store to follow you down the street.

"'scuse me!" she calls out. you whip around, shocked to see the handsome woman jogging after you. "i, um..." she gets choked up standing in front of you, nervous and cursing herself for being crazy enough to chase after a complete stranger.

"i like your tattoos." you say to fill the awkward silence as sevika tries to find her voice. a bashful smile creeps up her lips.

"yeah?"

"yeah." you say. "'specially this one." you say, pointing to the 'DYKE' knuckle tattoos on her left fingers.

sevika sputters and blushes, it takes her a solid minute to reply to you.

"do you... ever think about getting some of your own?" she asks eventually. you raise an eyebrow.

"who says i don't already have some?" you ask. she blinks, her eyes quickly scanning up and down your body like she's trying to figure out where, exactly, you were hiding your ink. she has to clear her throat and shake her head to stop the dirty thoughts from clouding her mind.

"well... if you ever want some more..." she says, nervously scratching the back of her neck. you giggle.

"i dunno. tattoos are pretty expensive, it'll be a while 'til i can save up for another." she deflates in front of you and you grin. "but, you know, dinner for two is much less expensive." you suggest. sevika's jaw drops.

you exchange names and numbers, sevika reluctantly returns to her work, only to be interrupted by a ping on her cellphone twenty minutes later.

sevika opens the message and grins when she sees a message from you. she opens it, and nearly falls out of her rolling stool when she sees a picture of your tits barely concealed by your lacy bra, a tattoo peeking out between them. you'd captioned the message: "sneak peek."

it's then that she realizes that she's found her soulmate.

[jamminvroomvroom]

all yours. part 5

GR x fem!reader

find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨

hello yes i am somehow back thirstier than ever. george is so hot, how very british of him hahah temp joke lol thank you sm for the love on the other parts of this series, i’m so 🥹🥹🥹 @ all of you. the power of george sexiness unites us. n e wayz, enjoy, i hope y’all like this, feedback is always appreciated n all that <33 ily

(i’m not gonna lie, formatting got a bit weird so apologies. also the timeline does jump around a bit but i hope it all tracks lmao <3)

in which things in your relationship with george progress.

warnings: 18+ pls and thank u!! SMUT SMUT SMUTTTTT, fluff bc they are my favs perhaps ever, language, them being bitchy and horny (same tbh)

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half a week in paris came to its bittersweet end. the hungarian grand prix was fast approaching, as was the relief inducing summer break. perhaps not as relieving as it usually felt, but that was because you didn’t know how you were spending it and didn’t know how to ask. how were you supposed to ask george if he wanted to spend three weeks with you after he’d just gone all out on a quick pause in the schedule and whisked you away from le castellet to paris?

it was perfect. monday to wednesday, you walked through the warm streets, living your best, fashion indulged, life. bread, coffee, long walks down the seine. and to top it all off, george was by your side. the fact that you’d managed to contain yourselves and only have wild, untameable, toe curling sex at night in your shared hotel room, as opposed to at any given moment, was rather telling to you. he’d meant what he’d said in his bed back in london.

when you woke up in george’s bed, you’d expected a million thoughts to cross your mind. you’d expected to wriggle awkwardly out of his grasp, that was if he still even had his hands on you. you’d expected to roll over and hear words that meant ‘this is fun, let’s just keep it like this - quick fuck in austria?’ you’d expected the words breathed across the pillow, whispered delicately in your ear the night before, the ones that had this faint echo of feelings and love and delicate things, would be brushed away, off the side of the bed and onto the cream carpet below, to be trodden away into nothingness as you haphazardly redressed and got the fuck out of there.

sure, there was a connection. there was a something that you were suddenly desperate to turn into an everything. he seemed to want that too. that’s what he’d suggested to you as we held you, fingers stroking the back of your arm as he lulled you to sleep. but you could never be sure of these things.

so, when you’d eventually braved it and rolled over, the arms still around you tightening to keep you close, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. you could suddenly breathe a lot easier when you settled onto your other side and stared at him while he stared at you. sleepy blue eyes, the most beautiful lashes you’d ever seen dusting his cheeks as he blinked away sleep. he was smiling a lazy, effortless, heavenly smile, one that made you brush his cheek, cupping it. you couldn’t help but smile when he turned into your touch. soon, without any words needing to be spoken, you were against his chest, ear pressed against his heartbeat, a therapeutic sound.

“what are you up to today?” george broke the comfortable silence.

“gotta start getting ready for austria.” you’d hummed in response, eyes still shut, cheek still pressed to his chest.

“fancy having some breakfast with me, first?” george asked, oh so smooth. you opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“yeah? and then what? ‘see you in austria?’” you smirked, words accusing, playful, bold.

he didn’t look at all fazed by your words, even though he understood you perfectly.

“did you not hear what i said last night?” he replied, answering your question with a question. “you know, for someone who does words for a living, you don’t seem to trust them.”

“it’s not words that i don’t trust, it’s the people who say them.” you kept your cool. the conversation was still light, as light as it could be. your smirk was daring him, encouraging him to say what you needed to hear, which was fine because you knew he wanted to say it too.

“do you trust me?” george’s lips quirked upwards, already so assured of himself. sexy.

“i do.” you replied cooly, as if it was such a casual thing to admit, and not the one thing at the root of all of your past relationship malfunctions. trust was a tricky thing. but you did trust him, a daunting amount for something that still amounted to nothing at that point in time, something teetering on the edge of being beautiful.

“i want to see where this goes. i want you. this is more than what it started out as.” george’s simple words rolled off of his tongue with such conviction that you thought you would melt into the mattress.

“good.” you breathed, smirk morphing into a gentle smile. “want this too.”

“good.” he teased you, copying your coy response. “so, breakfast?” he persisted.

“sure.”

“but first…” he trailed off, eyes a deeper shade of blue as he pulled you in for a kiss. it was firm but sweet, and so, so intoxicating.

he’d pressed you into the mattress and slotted between your legs with a comfortable ease. a sense of belonging. you were both naked already anyway, so you may as well have made the most of it. you were ready for him and he was just as ready for you, groaning in sync as he lost himself inside of you.

it was different. he proved to you that he didn’t need bells and whistles to get you right where he wanted you. he proved that he didn’t need to whisper filth in your ear, or hold you against a wall with his hand wrapped around your throat, or bend you over the end of the bed and fuck you into the mattress to make you shake. george could do it just as well like this. body pressed tightly to yours, lips on your neck, one hand squeezing your hip and the other gripping your thigh, keeping you spread for him. when he’d kissed you as you both hit your peaks, you knew you were a goner.

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austria had come and gone, quite smoothly, if you said so yourself. you managed to keep things professional, bar a quickie between fp1 and fp2 in what you could only assume was a storage cupboard. you shared room service in his hotel room, away from prying eyes, and fell asleep in his arms, after coming to the conclusion that this was definitely exclusive, whilst still lacking a formal label.

it had been a bit harder to behave in france. as you’d interviewed him, legs pressed together as tightly as they could be, you’d unleashed hell on him. you were always a tease, you both knew it, but something about the way he looked under the southern french sunshine had brought out your devilish side.

you’d interviewed him three times across the expanse of the weekend, necklines getting progressively lower as you leaned into the barrier that separated you both, your cleavage making it hard for him to form a coherent thought, let alone answer important questions. you were having the time of your life, watching his eyes flicker every which way.

george, however, was not having as much fun, a fact he made very apparent as he completely unsubtly dragged you through the mercedes hospitality suite. you were wide eyed the whole way, lucky that there was some kind of drama happening that kept everyone busy, very few people caring that you were there, his hand around your wrist. as a journalist, you should have been the first to know what chaos had erupted at mercedes, but it was hard to care when george was fucking you against his door.

“you need to fucking behave.” he’d grunted as you both came right there, his hand covering your mouth to stop the noises spilling from your lips.

once you were both calm, breath regained, he’d smiled down at you and kissed you. it was needy and romantic and it felt so good. you were breathless once more as you pulled away, wishing him good luck for the impending race. another quick peck, and you were out the door, a disheveled mess doing a great job of looking put together as you navigated your way out of the hospitality, somewhere you definitely were not allowed to be, the very definition of incognito.

-

george had placed well, another podium under his belt and he was beaming, glancing at you every now and then as he gave an interview. just as he’d been about to make his way over to you, on too much of a high to be worried about your teasing that he knew you wouldn’t have stopped, he watched you get called away from the pen. he tried to hide his disappointment as he landed in front of your colleague, answering their questions instead of your borderline inappropriate ones. it simply wasn’t as thrilling as talking to you.

he was itching to find you and get you away from this headache inducing track. time alone was needed and he had things to ask you. it was only later, back at the hotel, when he finally got you alone again. you were mid-kiss in your hotel room, somewhere between the door and the bed, when he’d mumbled a question against your lips, breaking away from you ever so slightly.

“are you busy this week?” he watched your eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice. mere centimetres separated you as you looked at him.

“don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but we need to go to hungary.” you quirked an eyebrow, moving to rejoin your lips when he laughed lightly.

“don’t need to be there until wednesday.” he replied.

“well, maybe you don’t, but i-“

“you don’t need to be there either, my love.” you were looking at him oddly, confused as to what he was actually trying to say.

“my flight is tomorrow night.”

“cancel it.”

“george, what are you on about?”

“come to paris with me?”

“you’re insane.”

“what? it’s paris, not the ninth circle of hell.” he joked.

“you want me to come to paris with you?”

“pretty sure that’s what i said, yes.” you pushed his shoulder at his bluntness.

“why?”

“want to spend some time with my girl.” my girl. god, he had you right where he wanted you, and you were happy to be there.

-

and before you knew it, you were in paris.

you hadn’t known what to expect from him, but that man sure as hell knew what he was doing. he held your hand, walking through the cobblestone streets, in the back of taxis, over the table at dinner. george so effortlessly made you happy, and you were worried about how easy this all felt. it was amazing what a denied orgasm in the hallway on a yacht could lead to. this entire situation, relationship, whatever it was, had sprung on you out of nowhere, and yet, you were happier than you had been in a long, long time. and so, you let the free fall begin.

you’d been walking down a narrow parisian street, a couple of steps ahead of george, his long legs easily keeping up with you, when he’d suddenly stopped. a quick tug on your wrist and you were spiralling around and into his awaiting arms. your hands landed on his chest to steady yourself, glaring at him for throwing you off balance. he just smiled down at you, something in his eyes as you fisted the material of his striped shirt.

“hi.” he murmured.

“what are you doing?” you asked, somewhere between confusion and annoyance.

“feel like making things official?” the smile pulled harder at the corner of his lips and you found yourself smiling back, grinning uncontrollably. it was random, out of nowhere, perfect.

“how official?” you teased, tilting your head in mock confusion.

“will you be my girlfriend?”

you scrunched up your face, pretending to think for a second, tiny smirk still gracing your features. he sighed playfully, hands cupping your face as he dipped down and kissed you. it was dizzying, his touch and his taste, a deadly combination. when he’d pulled away your smile had not faltered.

“yeah, i suppose…” you confirmed, a bit breathless but still hell bent on taking the piss.

“you suppose?” he raised his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly.

“i suppose.” there was nothing to stop you from kissing him, your boyfriend, again, and so you did.

again and again and again.

-

the hungaroring was one of your favourite tracks on the calendar. you loved coming to hungary and visiting budapest, enjoying the country in the build up to a hectic weekend. you and george had plenty to attend to, briefings, meetings, walk throughs with your respective teams. you had features to film and notes to take, whilst he conversed with his engineers and walked the track.

the busyness of the the weekend made spending time together a bit harder than it had been. it was the last race before the summer break, potentially a turning point in the season, and it demanded a lot of attention. george had tried to convince you to let him drive you to the track as a way to spend a bit more time together, making up plenty of excuses that you could use “if” you were caught. you’d given him a look, one that asked “really?”. “if” you were caught?

that was the first time you’d gotten a glimpse of how hard this would be. being with him, that seemed like the easy part, but you needed to come to terms with the fact that your relationship was a secret. a very big, very serious secret. one that could lose you your job. journalists and drivers hooked up all the time, of that you were certain. it was only natural, all of you being in the same place weekend after weekend, but relationships? nearly unheard of. a logistical disaster.

plenty of people may have been aware of the unabashed flirting that seemed to take place every single time, without fail, that you interviewed george, but that was all they needed to know.

but there was no smoke without fire.

-

you watched the hungarian grand prix on the edge of your seat.

your eyes were fixed on george’s lap times, his pace and excellence the only consistent part of another chaotic race. how wrong you’d been to ever doubt him. when the chequered flag finally fell, a hard earned p2 secured for your boyfriend, you could finally breathe. you could only watch from afar, transfixed on the way he practically glowed as he got out of his car. that win was getting closer and closer.

you had to tear yourself away from the corner of parc ferme, instantly missing the sight of the radiant man that would undoubtedly be on top of you within the next few hours. you watched him on the podium from the back of the crowd. he was only inches away from being on that top step, spraying the champagne until he was as drenched as you knew you were.

you scurried away, as soon as the green tinted bottles were emptied, needing a moment dedicated to composure before you had to go and start your media round. you didn’t know how you would be able to focus on nineteen other men when there was only one on your mind.

the chaotic nature of the race meant that everyone had something important to detail and suddenly, you were faced with a band of drivers huddled together in the centre of the pen, each diving for a reporter as soon as one became available. you tried to keep an eye out for your boyfriend but it was impossible to have your attention directed every which way.

when he finally arrived, sauntering in with a smirk, still covered in champagne, your mouth had momentarily gone dry. you’d quickly cleared your throat, redirecting your attention to… lando? yeah, it was lando, driver number four now looking at you with confusion, waiting to see if you actually had any questions for him.

“thank you for your time. great race.” you spluttered at lando, wondering, as his eyebrows drew together, if he actually did have a great race. you couldn’t be sure of much, only that you wanted to throw yourself at george and climb him like a fucking tree.

as lando walked away, he was quickly replaced by yuki, and then lance, and then esteban, and then, just when you thought you were going to go insane, pierre jumped in. for once, he didn’t look borderline furious post race, so you assumed he’d had a decent race. a quick glance at your notes confirmed this, and you listened to him talk, or, more accurately, flirt away.

it was always harmless with pierre, the both of you knew it, but that french charm, and your knack for being a bit more devious than your contract required was a delicious combination on camera. you weren’t in the mood, far more interested in the tall british man standing behind pierre with a smirk on his face that dared you to keep him waiting even longer. you were hit with a sense of deja vu. you’d been in this position before.

“congratulations, pierre. great result.” you did not purr at him like you usually did, not as bold as you once were, but pierre was too happy to care and answered your questions, eyes a bit more than shameless as they wandered your body as you tried to lay on just a tad of your usual charm, before he was bounding away, onto the next.

you let out a shaky breath as george stepped towards you, aching to finally speak to him, congratulate him. so when a wild sebastian vettel appeared, clearly in a rush, jumping right in front of george, who would never argue with his fellow gpda director, you almost felt like punching him. but it was seb and therefore, you never would. maybe if christian horner parked himself in front of you…

you and seb chatted away for a few minutes, and when you looked up, british racing green and messy blonde hair no longer blocking your view, george was gone.

-

you were walking through the paddock, wrapping up your segment when you saw him watching you, subtle enough that he wasn’t necessarily watching you to others, but you knew that he definitely was. you didn’t allow yourself to falter, finishing off and having a quick word with your producer before you trailed over to him.

“do you have some time for me now, sweetheart?” george was as condescending as ever, his tone the very one that always sent a shiver down your spine. you knew you were gonna get it, and god, did you want it.

“you know how it is.” you shrugged casually, as if you were not on the verge of dropping to your knees in the middle of the paddock.

“i do. i know how important everyone else is.”

“george-“

“tell me, my love, do you talk to them the same way you talk to me?”

you knew his game and you knew it well.

“depends.”

“on?” he challenged.

“whether or not you’re watching.” you smiled, sickly sweet.

it was true. you were far more inclined to put on a show if you knew george was watching, wishing it was him. you usually wished the same thing.

“now, are you gonna meet me at the hotel? or are you gonna stand here and deny us both?” you continued, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, his eyes fixated on your mouth.

“maybe later. got a briefing to go to, people to speak to.” oh so that was how he was going to play it.

“bastard.” you whispered, grinning up at him, nothing but lust and a dash of something softer in your eyes. you both enjoyed the chase.

“wish i could kiss you.” he mumbled, mirroring the look on your face. you hummed in response.

“maybe later.” you scoffed, turning on your heel and strutting away. you heard the breath he let out, followed by a low laugh. it seemed that you both had each other right where you’d wanted.

-

a couple of hours had passed and you’d made no effort to go to george’s hotel room. if he wanted to tease, he knew you could do it too, just as well, if not better. you planted yourself on your mattress, scrolling mindlessly through your phone wearing nothing but a GR63 t-shirt, one he’d given you as a joke, and your underwear. you had no doubt that he was expecting you a few floors up, but there was no way in hell that you would break first. come hell or high water, you would not leave this room.

he had started this, and as far as you were concerned, he could finish it.

you only had to wonder how long this little game of his would last for about eleven and a half minutes before the first text came through.

‘where are you?’

you read it and left him hanging. within less than a minute you saw the grey bubble pop up. he stopped and started typing about four times before another message landed on your screen.

‘come here.’

you smirked down at the screen, laying back against the pillows. your hair was fanned out across the overly fluffed cushion and you raised your phone above your head. with a coy smile on your face, you snapped the picture, t shirt pulled tight against your chest to accentuate what george was missing out on.

the picture sent, accompanied by a straight to the point ‘no’.

you could practically hear his groan of annoyance.

‘come on, darling. you know you want to see me.’

‘wanted to see you earlier and you ignored me, baby. guess i’m just gonna have to entertain myself.’

‘don’t you fucking dare.’

‘don’t worry babe, it’s not like i’m going to find pierre.’

you knew you’d accomplished what you’d set out to achieve when he’d stopped replying. you stood from the bed, lazily removing the t-shirt, quickly followed by your underwear, all of your garments mapping out the way to the door. when he knocked, fists banging against the door with a sense of desperation, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

you swung the door open, hip jutting out as you leant against the frame, watching in delight as his jaw fell open. george quickly ushered you further into the room, door slammed carelessly behind him as he stalked towards you.

“what the fuck are you playing at, hmm? do you want everyone else to see what’s mine?” he asked, voice oddly calm, only a slight edge to it. he was creeping closer and closer while you backed away, hips swaying.

“just waiting for you to stop being a prick and fuck me.” you crooned, coming to a stop between the edge of your bed and the mirror on the wall, looking up at him through your lashes.

his eyes narrowed.

“maybe i’m just waiting for my girlfriend to stop flirting with every other driver in the paddock so that i can fuck her.”

“what can i say, babe, it’s part of the job.” you smirked. “you enjoy it too.”

“yeah,” he closed the gap between you, grabbing at your hips. “like it when it’s me.” he dipped down, kissing your collarbone. “and i get to watch you get all flustered,” more kisses trailed up your neck until he reached your sweet spot, a place he’d become very well acquainted with over the last couple of months. “and you beg me to fuck you after because you need me so bad.” he squeezed your hips.

“not such a big fan of watching you entertain every other fucker,” finally, george bit down, marking the spot he’d been kissing so delicately. “especially when you know i’m so much better.” he soothed the bite with him tongue, pulling away from your neck to kiss you. he controlled the pace, firm and slow against your lips, fingers cupping your face.

your eyes fluttered open as he pulled away, spinning you around and pulling you flush against his chest. you could see yourself in the mirror, his hands on your body, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“look at you,” he mumbled. “always ready for me. don’t even have to ask you, do i, sweetheart?” his words whispered in your ear went straight to your cunt, your body relaxing into his as you let him hold you up. you could feel yourself turning to jelly and you knew that this was only the beginning.

“just want to be good for you, baby.” you nodded along with his words, looking at him in the mirror. he laughed lowly, humourlessly, but that bastard smirk was still plastered all over his face.

“don’t fucking lie.” one of george’s hands found it’s way up your body, pinching your nipple before it found it’s home at the base of your neck. he applied the smallest amount of pressure, just enough to let you know he was there, control resting in the palm of his hand.

you were wide eyed, ass pressing against his crotch as you tried to alleviate some of the pressure building between your legs. he noticed, the hand on your hip coming down quickly on your ass, a sharp smack, not too hard but definitely affective. you stopped your grinding, quivering against him.

“c’mon baby, know i only want you.” you wondered if half-arsed flattery would get you anywhere, all the nerves in your body standing on end as you stared ahead, watching him touch you without any relief.

“really, sweetheart? are you sure about that?”

“you know i am.” you rocked back against him again, trying to prove a point while your body moved of its own accord. “please, george. all yours.” you begged.

“all mine?” he hummed, grip on your neck tightening. your eyes closed once again, feeling flushed. “hey, look at me.” and you did, quickly snapping them back open. “you’re going to watch, okay?”

that was all you could do, watch, as his hand left your hip, cupping your breast. you threw your head back, watching through hooded eyes as he pulled at your nipple, leaving the skin pebbled before he moved onto the next. his hand moved all over your skin, fingertips grazing the valley of your breasts and the soft skin of your stomach. you went slack in his arms as he teased over your hipbone, quickly reaching the crease where your leg met your body.

“spread your legs, darling, just like that.” george murmured. “now this, this is all mine.” you were squirming as he ran a single digit through your folds, barely grazing your soaked pussy, but applying enough pressure to leave you tingling. “no one else gets to touch you here,” he continued, piercing blue eyes staring right at you in the glass. he spread you open with his fingers, the lightest of circles being rubbed into you clit. “and even if they could, it wouldn’t feel as good, would it, baby?”

he was evil, so beautifully evil as he put you through pure torture. you were fighting to keep your eyes open, spurred on by the sinful way he was watching you.

“never as good as you.” you gasped out, arching your back into him as he plunged a finger inside of you.

“there she is, there’s my good girl.” he laughed lightly against your shoulder, the sensation against your skin setting you on fire.

“george, i can’t, please. need you, baby.” you were embarrassingly close to the edge and he’d done objectively nothing apart from feel you up and whisper some filth in your ear. you were down bad.

“not sure that you’ve learnt your lesson yet, sweetheart.” the patronising tone he spoke with made your thighs clench around his hand, his hand around your neck instantly tightening once more.

“let me show you. wanna make you feel good.” you whined, rushing your words.

you didn’t miss the way he groaned softly, feeling him tense up against you. he pulled his fingers out of you, hand dropping from your neck. you felt a rush of excitement, despite the sudden lack of touch, as he walked backwards, sitting down at the end of the bed.

“on your knees, darling.” you dropped down immediately. “that’s it, come here.”

you crawled the short distance to him and settled between his long spread legs, your hands grazing his thighs. he quickly took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“open your mouth, baby.” he told you, bringing his fingers to your lips. you obeyed, swirling your tongue over his digits, licking yourself off of him. he sucked in a breath, watching you suck his fingers clean as he freed himself from his jeans and his boxers with his other hand. he pulled his fingers away from you, staring you right in the eyes as your hand wrapped around his cock.

“gonna take it all, sweetheart? show me just how much you love my cock?” he groaned, cupping your cheek as you kitten licked the tip.

a few swirls of your tongue and you were bobbing your head on him, taking him in as far as you could. your tongue dragged over the vein on the underside and his hand, once soft on your cheek, tangled in your hair, holding you down on his cock. an experimental buck of his hips had you moaning around him, and one look in your tear brimmed eyes almost had him cumming on the spot.

“fucking hell,” he moaned. “how could i ever doubt you when you’re such a fucking slut for me?”

as soon as the words left his mouth, he was pulling you off of him, hand in your hair dragging you up and back onto your feet. you were stood between his legs, a mixture of saliva and him spilling from the corner of your mouth. you were a complete mess, and so was he, but somehow he looked far more composed.

you didn’t waste a single second, one leg kneeling on the bed, the other swinging over his waist until you were straddling him. his hands were on your ass, holding you firm against him as you began your slow grind.

“believe me now? i’m all yours, george.” you muttered, hips bucking against his own. “and this,” you dragged your cunt over his cock, gliding against where he was still so hard for you. “is all fucking mine.”

“all yours.” george flashed you that smile, that fucking smile, and you lost it. you didn’t care that he was in charge, whatever that meant, you were past the point of needy, on the cusp of sheer fucking desperation, and so you took what was yours.

you were soaked, absolutely dripping after what felt like hours of his teasing, a fact that became deliciously apparent as you sunk down on him. he was so big, big enough that you felt the stretch, but you were past the point of caring, rocking backwards and forwards on him like the world was going to end. it could, for all you cared, as you disappeared into the pleasure.

he did absolutely nothing to assist you, basking in the view of his girlfriend fucking herself on him. it was a pride thing, his point well and truly proven. you were ruined for anyone else.

“does it feel good, darling? fucking yourself on my cock?” all you could do was throw your head back in response, whining as he bucked his hips to meet yours.

george could feel you clenching, could feel how close you were, leaning forward to lap at your tits, sucking on one nipple while his fingers rolled the other.

“i’m gonna- fuck.” your broken moans had him pulling away from your chest to look up at you.

his thumb ran over your chin, collecting what was left of him, slipping it in your mouth. you lapped his juices off of his digit as your orgasm hit, maintaining dangerous eye contact that you knew would dare him fuck you even harder.

you were right.

within seconds of your first orgasm easing off, you were on your back, and he was ramming into you so hard, so fast, headboard slamming against the hotel wall.

“fuck, you’re so good. gonna be the death of me.” george groaned, eliciting a whimper from you. “no one else can fuck you like this, right darling? no one.”

you had no way to respond, apart from the string of cries of his name, a perfect symphony.

his fingers ghosted over your clit in such a way that you felt an instant rush, something different.

“george,” you warned. “oh my god, i’m gonna, you’re gonna make me-“ your words fell short, not able to prepare him. one more hit against your spot, timed perfectly with his fingers against your swollen clit, and you were cumming again, but it didn’t stop there. your eyes clamped shut, toes curling as your heels dug into his ass. you might have screamed, you couldn’t be sure. all you knew was that george was absolutely covered in you when you opened your eyes, abs glistening, dripping.

“holy fucking-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence, quickly following in your footsteps. the moan he let out was carnal, guttural, drenched in lust as he came.

when he sat back on his haunches, breathing still heavy, his wild eyes met your wide ones.

“haven’t done that in a while, congrats russell.” you breathed, smiling lazily up at him.

“you’re-“ he didn’t know what to say, grinning down at you, head shaking in disbelief. his eyes trailed over the mess you’d made, the remnants of which coated your lower bodies. “something else entirely.”

you giggled, but not for long. george decided that he wasn’t quite done with you yet, thighs pinned to the bed as he dipped down, tongue working through your overstimulated folds. he hummed into your pussy, pulling away for a brief second.

“we’re gonna make you do that again.”

your head fell back against the pillow as his tongue dragged over your glistening inner thigh.

you were in for a long, long night.

-

long story short, he did get you to do it again, and george had unlocked a new kink. an evening well spent, in your opinion.

somehow, he’d managed to peel you off of the drenched mattress, coaxing you gently into the shower, strong arms wrapped around you to hold you up.

you were stood under the warm water, letting it cascade over you both. you were tucked into him, head against his chest, arms around his waist. he loomed over you, resting his chin on the top of your head. every few moments, he would kiss your forehead, your eyes closing softly in pure contentment. what a pleasure, to be wrapped up in his embrace.

“you’re amazing.” he whispered into the humid, echoey air.

you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. you summoned the strength to pull yourself onto your tip toes, pecking his lips sweetly, once, twice, again and again.

“think you’re pretty cool too, you know.” you mumbled against his mouth, kissing his pillowy bottom lip one last time, before returning to your usual height.

he somehow held you closer, running a hand over your wet hair, pushing it out of your eyes. as his touch sent goosebumps over your warm skin, you found yourself brave enough to ask him what you’d wanted to since paris.

“am i going to see you over the summer break?” you whispered, peering up to look at him through damp eyelashes, greeted by a soft, thoughtful smile.

“sweetheart, i don’t want to leave your side.” so that’s what it felt like when your heart skipped a beat. “i can’t wait to be away from all of this, the cameras, the politics, so that we can actually spend time together again.”

“like paris everyday?” you asked, smiling tiredly against his chest. the goosebumps were gone, chased away by the warmth of his precious words.

“exactly, darling.”

-

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[lqtraintracks]

Hey! I'm curious, pls indulge me: which book or fic that you've read in 2023 has made the most impression and why? x

Hi M! Great question! I waited to answer it until Wireless reveals posted! Under a cut because I went off lol. <3

A note about @hd-wireless in particular. There were so many fics that I missed reading simply because I started running out of reading steam, particularly my ability to sit down with a longer story. Posting also coincided with the end of writing my novel and I chose writing over reading in order to actually get the book finished. There are LOADS more great stories in this fest, is what I'm saying, but there were two that I read that simply sang to me.

About This Place by @academicdisasterfic Summary: Harry left everything, including Draco. Harry’s returned to everything, including Draco.

Things are never quite so simple, though perhaps they could be. My comment on it: The way this felt so viscerally real from the get-go, like... you put us right on the street. I could feel it in my body. And the queer joy tag was so spot-on! I wanted to cheer for them in this world! Your writing is absolutely breathtaking. Love love LOVE.

Sun Thief by @floydig Summary: “You’re stunning,” Harry blurts out, because Draco is pink-cheeked and his mouth is bitten and plump. Gasping beneath Harry, working his cock in his fist. “Say my name when you come?”

It’s 2005, and Draco Malfoy says, “Fuck the Ministry,” Harry works as a handyman in muggle London, and Draco should really stop pissing off the Squib gangs.

Or: Harry beats up a pimp and isn’t sorry about it, Draco deals black market potions, and they’re shagging. Again.

My comment: This fic was absolutely beautiful and moving and I LOVE the way you wrote it, the style, the voice (the subtraction of subjects from their sentences just made it seem like… Idk a way for them to keep themselves safe, to not have to say 'You' or 'I' or 'We', to own any of it, like this gruff little defensive mechanism made out of language and its omissions--I loved it!), the sparse and perfect use of details, like you drew them down from on high. Amazing stuff.

Also, I beta'd a story for @hp-lawofattraction-fest that I can't talk about but has fucking killed me dead, it's so good! :zipper mouth emoji: The fest starts posting Monday! <333

And then there are BOOKS! These are the books that have absolutely floored me so far:

To Paradise by Hanya Yanagihara A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

Trust by Hernan Diaz

The New Life by Tom Crewe

and I just started a fucking banger:

Dancer from the Dance by Andrew Holleran

All literary fiction plus one beautiful romance that I will never get out of my head or my heart and I don't want to try! Yanagihara's name speaks for itself, but I think she's become an even more masterful writer since A Little Life. To Paradise will still rip your heart clean out of your chest but in a subtler fashion (still mostly queer though). Trust won the Pulitzer this year, along with Kingsolver's Demon Copperhead which I haven't gotten to yet. This book was EXQUISITE. What a writer! It's up there near The Goldfinch for me! The New Life and Dancer are both queer lit fic and very, very well done! A Lady for a Duke... God, it just stole my heart! I'm in love with the pairing of Viola and Gracewood! What a gorgeous trans love story!

Thanks for the lovely Ask! May I ask the same question of you? <3

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heya! :D was wondering if id be able to get a matchup from resident evil pls c: i hope im doing all of this right lol

im a straight female (she/her)

appearance: im 5’7”. im a light blonde, occasionally I’ll whack some brown or hot pink through the underneath when I’m bored of the plain one colour. im v into fashion and what not but my style varies day to day. i like to experiment with it. that being said, im usually here for anything that fits in the boxes of emo or hyper feminine though, as much as they contrast one another. 🤧 i wear a lot of makeup, and i do that purely for myself lol. I hate when people say they can’t even tell I’m wearing it considering it takes me sooo long haha. i have glasses but most of the time when i go out i wear contacts.

personality: to sum it up nicely, i never ever shut up. im very loud and extroverted. (the only exception to this is if I’m tired, then i go dead quiet.) humour is a big thing for me to be able to get on with someone. i have a very very strong moral code. i have a tendency to jump straight to people’s rescue if i see something wrong and I’m told that sometimes that gets me into more trouble than it’s worth. i try to be optimistic but i can be a massively emotional drama queen so it occasionally does fail tbh. i don’t exactly like bothering people with my problems either. im a creative person first and foremost. however, i have some “theoretical” intelligence yet completely, totally lack common sense. if you believe anything to do with star signs you will not be surprised to know im a sagittarius ‘:D

i don’t think i have a specific type. im not physically affectionate with friends but definitely would be with a partner. i like someone who knows how to flirt a little, maybe? and just like someone caring because kindness is such a huge thing for me.

i draw a ton, i make ocs and stories, i’ll throw myself headfirst into any artistic hobbies at least once to try it really. also, massively into music. listening to it anyway, i can’t play any instruments or anything. i love rock / pop punk bands, i love pop & kpop, i just… love music. a lot. i do everything with my headphones.

i believeeee that is all :p thank you for taking my request!

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== Resident Evil ==>

I match you up with…

Carlos Oliveira

Extrovert x Extrovert type beat 

Carlos probably meets you while trying to stop you from throwing yourself into danger. He gets it, he really does, and he truthfully admires how you’ll fight tooth and nail for your beliefs, but leave the fighting to him for now, okay? 

Don’t worry, he’ll teach you all about fighting if need be. He can see the desire to do good and to stand up for yourself, and he’s admittedly a bit flustered by your passion (it’s very attractive). 

After getting in a relationship, he trusts you more to take care of both yourself and him, but he’s always on edge when you’re away, so you often come home to a big armful of man and his kisses and whispers about how much he misses you. 

He’ll be the street smarts in this relatiponship, constantly watching your back and keeping track of you. Yet you surprise him with your creativity and problem solving enough that it sort of balances out?  

He’s always ready to chat with you, whether it be about work or your thoughts and opinions on the most random of topics.

Carlos will enjoy time where just the two of you hang out and listen to music. I imagine you’ve got different tastes genre wise, but similar tonally. Sometimes you two go on a drive just to listen to some music and joke with one another. 

He’s your savior, in more ways than one, but the feeling is absolutely reciprocated.  

[free-for-all-fics]

Prompts for Manuel “Manu”, Tenoch’s character cameo from Mozart in the Jungle. But could also just be Tenoch AUs since Manu gets so little screen time lol. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these and write something, I’d love to read it! 💜 Thanks to @okay-hotshot for helping me with these!

1. Soft! Dark Mob AU: You're the daughter of another mob boss. You and Manu/Tenoch know of each other, but have never truly gotten to know one another. You ask for his help when trying to get your father out of a sticky situation (your father got mixed into a bad business or is in debt) and that's when Manu/Tenoch mentions your father had come to him before and offered you up as collateral to pay off the rest of his debts. You're not blind and know that Manu/Tenoch is a handsome man and no way in hell are you gonna admit you might have fantasized about him once or twice. After telling you that your father had given his permission for him to take you as his bride so he may take over your father’s business, you ask him what would happen if you refuse. That's when his eyes go dark. Manu/Tenoch knows you don’t have enough money to pay him off, if you even have any money left to your name at all. He looks you up and down, asking you to strip. He says, “You can pay me with your body instead. You may not have money, but you have great assets.” He’ll draft up a contract and have you sign it to make your agreement official and legally binding. if you don’t want to give him your hand, you can give him your body instead. It’s your choice. You can be his wife or his whore.

2. Mob AU: You’re Manu’s/Tenoch’s lover or wife and he owns this high end bar/nightclub that’s like the epitome of luxury and decadence. But despite how much he spoils you, you don’t really wear expensive high end fashion or do anything special with your hair and makeup. You’re very underdressed and “plain Jane” for the venue but you just want to see him. The bouncer knows you so he lets you in, but then some rich people or superficial wannabes are being snobs and giving you trouble, trying to harass you and make you feel uncomfortable or inferior to them like you don’t belong there because of how “drab” you look. This makes Manu/Tenoch mad and protective. They shut up and become real sheepish real fast when Manu/Tenoch wraps you in his arms, kissing you passionately on the mouth and neck, grabbing your ass without breaking eye contact with the snobs, as if daring them to say something. They realize you’re the boss’s woman and try to leave the awkward situation. Manu/Tenoch later has his bouncers kick them out while he takes you up to his private suite above the nightclub to have some alone time so he can spoil you.

3. Street Racing AU: You’re Manu’s/Tenoch’s girl and his good luck charm for races. He never starts a race before getting his good luck kisses from you. Manu/Tenoch takes you for a not-so-legal joyride in the streets of Mexico City after he’s won yet another race, doing all sorts of maneuvers at speeds exceeding 100 MPH. Police start coming after him with their lights and siren on. “I think that police car is wanting us to stop.”

“They are just admiring my beautiful new car. Anyway we can’t pull over.” So he puts the car in reverse and drives backwards, running over the curb and swerving around police. He spins back around and drifts, violating all sorts of traffic laws and weaving between cars to evade the cops. He pulls all sorts of stunts and is such a pro that he loses the cops with ease. He keeps his hand on your thigh while driving to make sure you’re ok, since he knows high speeds can cause whiplash or motion sickness. You get such a thrill from it that it feels like you’re high, so you ride this high by having sex with Manu/Tenoch in his brand new sports car that he may or may not have stolen while your heart is still pounding. He’s there to hold you and give aftercare when the adrenaline wears off and you come back down.

4. Manu/Tenoch knows how to make an entrance. When you meet him for the first time, he pulls up in a fancy new car he may or may not have stolen. Upon introducing himself he says, “I’m either your best friend or your worst nightmare.” When he sees you, however, he’s like “Holaaaaaa 😏” and immediately turns up the charm and flirts, pulling down his color tinted sunglasses to get a good look at you. He kisses and holds your hand without breaking eye contact. “Amigo, are you going to introduce me to the lovely lady?” Rodrigo tries to cockblock him by getting you to leave like “You have lots of emails to write, don’t you? You should probably go do that.” But even after you’re gone, Manu/Tenoch isn’t one to give up easily. He’ll get your number one way or another and then go from there.

5. You’re the new bartender at Manu’s/Tenoch’s nightclub and you know of his reputation, how he’s a player who’s slept with practically every woman who’s worked for him. So you brush off his advances and flirtations to just focus on your job. You don’t want to be just another body to add to his count. You’re surprised at how much he lets you get away with. He’s fired dancers and other staff for less, so your coworkers tell you that you’re his “favorite”. He buys you drinks, but unbeknownst to him, you pretend to drink it from the bottle and spit it back in, never swallowing. Or you dump it when he’s not looking. He’s not discouraged so easily however. What started off as just wanting you in his bed becomes more as he gets to know you and works hard to befriend you. He protects you from drunk patrons who get too rowdy and try to harass you when you cut them off for the night. The “Look, Don’t Touch” rule doesn’t just apply to his dancing girls and strippers. If you get hurt, he personally patches you up. Even if it’s just a small cut above the eyebrow from broken glass. After this event, you finally let him give you a ride home. But nothing happens between you that first night - he just drops you off and waits until you get in the door before driving away. He takes his time with you, because he feels like he’s falling in love with you and doesn’t know how to deal with it since this has never happened before. He’s so used to no strings attached but you’re pulling his heartstrings like a puppet.

6. Manu/Tenoch is the owner of a bar like Coyote Ugly. His business model "beautiful girls + booze = money.” The bartenders are sexy women who dance on the tabletops and drench themselves in water or booze. Sometimes they spray patrons with alcohol or hold them down on the bar to pour shots down their throats. This bar is almost like a rave meets a strip club. Water isn’t allowed to be ordered at the bar, and anyone who does so gets hosed down or a bucket of ice poured on them. Manu/Tenoch teaches his girls wild routines, which includes such antics as chugging alcohol, setting light to it, and then breathing fire. There’s only two rules: none of his girls are allowed to date the customers or bring their boyfriends into his bar. His girls are to appear available but never be available. Break those rules, you’re fired on the spot. You’re a shy newcomer who’s just moved to the city. You're looking for a job, so Manu/Tenoch gives you an “audition”. He looks you up and down and compliments your top, before tearing off the sleeves and bottom hem of it until it’s a crop tank top. He fixes your hair and says, “Let’s see your moves!” You’re very awkward and have no idea what you’re doing at first, but over time you find your rhythm and get comfortable with “performing” while bartending. But then uh oh what happens when you and Manu/Tenoch become attracted to each other and give into the sexual tension? It may be unprofessional to fool around with the boss after hours, but both of you are enjoying it too much to stop. Since you’re only sleeping together off the clock, it’s not exactly breaking the rules, is it?

7. You’re in the middle of an empty parking lot when Manu/Tenoch gets in a fight with Rodrigo, roughhousing him until he pulls a knife on him in front of you as he says, “Maybe we cut this guy open and see what’s inside!” only to immediately laugh with Rodrigo as they hug. He smiles wide at you, laughing at his own joke when he says, “I’m fucking with you! This guy is like my brother!” Manu/Tenoch and you are like a dynamic duo in crime - a ride or die Bonnie and Clyde. For example, he breaks into a car and unlocks it without setting off any alarms with a Slim Jim, and you’re the one to hot wire it. Manu/Tenoch is such a fucker sometimes and you often roll your eyes at his antics, but you can’t help but love him anyway.

8. It’s a cold night where Manu/Tenoch is walking you home and he takes off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. Manu/Tenoch knows you live in a regular neighborhood and he doesn't want to draw too much attention to you with a sports car, especially a stolen one. He doesn't tease you for being a "good" girl or shy. To be respectful, he either walks you home and to your doorstep or just takes one of his regular inconspicuous cars to drop you off at home. He also doesn't want to make you a target or have people be suspicious of you. He knows if he drives something flashy in your neighborhood, people are going to accuse you of being a gold digger and he doesn't want that to happen to you.

9. Manu/Tenoch would fool around with other women though he loves you, and you know it’s nothing serious with these other women, you just like to play games with him where you also flirt with men or women (whichever you like) to see which of you snaps first and can’t hold it in anymore. He could have a woman in his lap and one on each arm while he’s chilling in a night club booth somewhere and you’re also doing the same. The flirty womanizer is just an act because that's how he was. Maybe that's just how he had to be in order to get his business and his connections. When he was younger, he definitely was a flirt but as he's gotten older he's lowkey tired of the act. He meets you, the shy girl, at another bar where you're a bartender. You're the one fixing him his drink and you're new to town so you don’t really know much about him, so that's when he opens up to you because you're just a stranger, you can't judge him yet. But then you see how he treats the other women bartenders and how he's actually really sweet with them, asking how their families are doing and tipping them generously. He’s sweet with you too and it surprises you, you're not quite sure what to believe when you learn more about his public persona. But then you learn from the other girls at the bar that Manu/Tenoch just puts up a front - he's a regular at the bar you work at and he's actually really soft when he can let his guard down.

10. To make it softer, what if the first night you meet him is yes, you're bartending, but you just had a bad breakup or you went on a bad date so you're feeling down. Manu/Tenoch is more perceptive than people give him credit for, so he asks what's got you down. He’s a little flirty, not with the intention to seduce you, but for you to crack a smile and lighten up a little bit. So you deflate and tell him about the asshole of a guy you dated and Manu/Tenoch tells you that he's seen, met, and worked with all kinds of men. He's older now and tells you that there are better men out there and that you deserve better, encouraging you not to completely block out love. That's how you two slowly open up, and at the end of the night, he gives you a generous tip and his number if you ever want to talk to him or need an escort at night so you're not walking alone defenseless.

11. You just got schooled in a street race and when your opponent opens their car door, you’re dumbfounded. The driver gets out and is revealed to be your past lover, Manu/Tenoch. Oh, so it's to be war then. You see how it is.

12. You’re a prolific F1 racer and have competed in multiple championship races, but you’ve just won the World Drivers’ Championship for the first time based on your Grand Prix points! At the post race interview they announce a surprise guest. You immediately start crying when you see it’s your husband, Manu/Tenoch, who you thought couldn’t make it due to prior commitments and scheduling conflicts.

13. You borrowed your best friend's customized car just to impress people in a car meet but you didn't know it was actually a street racing meet up and you accidentally end up in a race. The performance of your opponent's car is equal to your best friend's car. Regardless of the race’s outcome, Manu/Tenoch exits his car to shake your hand and congratulate you on your performance. You’re so high from anxiety and adrenaline, and he’s so handsome, that you impulsively invite him back to your hotel room in the spur of the moment. He accepts your offer.

14. All is silent in Manu’s/Tenoch’s room as he sits with his head back against the wall, late in the evening. When he listens closely, however, he can hear the sound of you playing a violin on the other side.

15. You walk into a bar. Finding it empty, you go behind the counter to pour yourself a drink. When out of the blue, the bar starts filling up with people, asking you, the bartender, for a drink. Surprisingly, you have experience in food and hospitality, so you manage well under the pressure even though you don’t technically work there. And that’s how you got your job at Manu’s/Tenoch’s bar.

[eulcgizeme]

eulcgizeme's plot brain rot

heyo weyo, listed below are just some plots i'm desperate to do so if you're interested, pls give this a like and i will come bother you. (: all of these can be for m/m or m/f pairings! heavily influenced from listening to ttpd for last four days

A. "even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you" for two former bonnie and clyde-esque characters who essentially out grew each other until they rekindle a little flame that gets them back on their ride or die bullshit, but one of them is insistent that the past is in the past (except maybe when someone's hand is down someone's pants oops). this would most likely be for eden [callum turner fc] since it's close to his backstory but watered down lol but could be someone else, possibly lyp adler [mike faist fc].

B. high school sweethearts remarried after they realized they were, in fact, far too young to have gotten married. it was messy, it was bitter, and fast forward they're remarried but unhappy bc they keep looking for the other in everything they do. an affair ensues and is it possible they've really grown up and come back to each other, or are they just as immature as they were back then? (possibly for andy rhodes, or knightley rhodes [josh o'connor or mike faist fcs])

C. based on the prophecy by miss taylor, where a promise to get married to their best friend if they're still single by x time and even though they're down for it, they're realizing maybe it's not the world against them but that they're not ready to belong to someone. fluff, comfort, and a bitter angst to not understanding why the person you've always loved suddenly doesn't want to be yours. (100% would have to be a new muse on my end but im ready)

D. muse a confesses to muse b that their spouse is cheating on them and ends a marriage. but instead of being hailed a savior, muse b holds it against muse a. add a little fortnight inspo and muse b could have lived right behind muse a, and muse a's marriage was the shit one while muse b lived happily until this revelation. muse a's marriage finally fixes itself and now muse b has to watch from their backyard their ex-best friend have the life muse a ruined by saying outloud the affair everyone but muse b saw. once again throwing my rhodes-burton family at this plot.

E. "like a tattooed golden retriever" about a young male model (i have a logan lerman fc in mind for this) taken in by someone else in the fashion industry who needs their next big break and is desperate. essentially plucks him off the street for his look to clean him up with little regard or what happens to him in the industry until they become emotionally attached and responsible for him.

F. two exes who broke up because muse a (who i'm thinking i might throw my callie adler [anya taylor joy fc] at for this! she does have a regular au lol but can be kept supernatural if ya want) was a mess tho muse b denies that it's a direct result of how they handled the relationship... and fast forward to muse a fixing themselves to spite muse b and everything they said about them.

G. and then a twist on the concept above ^ where muse a decides they're going to fix muse b to spite everyone around them. i can fix him (no really i can) as everyone insists they're no good. yeah, it's the song. and what of it?

H. begging for a plot based on the lines "it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden" and "sparkling summer" and "you deserve prison but you'll never get time, you'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bar." i had more for this but this whole post has been sitting in my drafts for two days and i want it out there, but if you're a sucker for smallest man who ever lived i will give you my all on deets for this.

I. unrelated to ttpd, but some more plots for callie and lyp adler as theyre supernatural au muses and lyp indirectly/accidentally did use his soul as payment for more power and didn't take into consideration that as a twin he is a soul split in two and also sold callie's soul.

just putting it out there that aside from mike faist/callum turner, i have some muse ideas for tom holland, barry keoghan, josh o'connor, david corenswet, jonathan bailey. i prefer writing male characters but i do have a couple of gals that might work for some of these if needed! (:

[alkalinefrog]

i have always loved how you draw both L and Light, but I hv been wondering since you drew the lap sitting picture: how would you dress L and Light as characters? Like what would they wear, what would their haircut/hairdos be?

JAMES HI HELLO!! <3 What a lovely surprise in my inbox!

Daww you flatter me :’’D I’m going off the assumption that you mean styling them in the year of our lord 2k22, this is gonna be so much fun. And while I’m super attached to both their canon designs I’m definitely going to update their 2000s haircuts because ouch, them bangs must STAB. 

For Light I just want the boy to chill out lol. He’s already plenty stylish in the show, but I want to dress him down a bit while slightly deviating from his teen nerd-core outfits lol. It’s fun to see usually formally-dressed characters in casual-wear (and vice versa for L).

For hair, I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and give him a bit of a mullet (I would draw it to test it out but no time) because his canon design is nearly there anyway, he’d just need to grow it out another inch, layer it, then style some volume into it. Then part his bangs so they’re out of his eyes and frame his face and you’re golden! (I’m so glad mullets are back in style ahhh)

Dressing him down while adhering more to his canon style can be as simple as having him wear a plain white t-shirt under his jackets

Even better if he puts the blazer over his shoulders (imagine the blazer in that photo is better fitted), or rolls the sleeves up half-way when he wears it

^^^ he could also wear a hoodie under his blazers

To make him look younger in a more formal outfit, I’d give him some silver earrings and matching rings

I’m still very attached to his canon black turtle neck look, so we could build on that and give him a modern trench coat when he wants to dress back up to go outside. Man loves his blazers but he’s gotta try something new

And wear more jeans!!

Otherwise I just want to dress him super casual, like I’m talking sweat pants, a t-shirt, and Vans shoes lol. In canon he’s either dressed like a model-student or professional business man. I just want to let him be a regular teen/young adult

Also bring back the beanie!! And pair it with some cozy knit sweaters! Fall colours would really compliment his hair.

Or put him in a crop-top, sky’s the limit! Light could wear anything and still be fine as hell

Ooo L’s gonna be really self-indulgent because I can specifically see him getting into Techwear with a Darkwear aesthetic!! For clarification, Techwear is specifically designed to have functional, multi-purpose features such as hidden pockets, function-serving straps, and breathable/waterproof/high quality material. Darkwear is a term to describe an aesthetic only (all-black, lots of straps as accessories, futuristic, etc). I’m probably gonna get the two mixed up in the example photos because of how similar they look, but the main goal is functionality while also being in style. I feel like he’d appreciate how comfortable yet practical the clothing’s meant to be (assuming he doesn’t have negative sensory reactions to the material)!

If he wants to keep his regular white shirt, it would still style really nicely with some functional black techwear pants like these. I think it actually would be more comfortable for him than his denim jeans

An all-black outfit however would style really nicely with his ponytail!L look! In general I’d have him grow his hair out some more so he has the option to tie it half or all the way up.

AND OOOO L in a Respro Sportsta facemask?? That not only shows off but draws your attention to his intense eyes and dark circles? SWOON WORTHY. (you don’t have to read the article in that link, I just thought the photo at the top was a good example)

Say goodbye to those beat up tennis shoes bud, you’re getting THESE BABIES (just read the description at how practical/comfy they are, it’d be like a second layer of skin over his feet. If he’s gotta wear shoes then might as well wear the ninja shoes)

Ooo but if we wanna go for pure aesthetic with the shoes then give him the Nike Air Presto’s (in the neon yellow design specifically for that simple pop of colour)

Even better, to go with the Nikes, give him bright neon yellow sling bag (for the cyberpunk look) as a double accent piece (unfortunately I couldn’t find a photo of the right colour, so imagine the same style of the black one I linked in the yellow)

Give him fingerless gloves too! Those are the only things that are a bit impractical but it’s for the aesthetic™️

This was such a fun ask! This is making me want to make some fashion illustrations of the characters. Thanks again James!

[peterthepark]

shouldn’t cry, but i love it

pairing: bruce wayne x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut/minors DNI!!! angst, mentions of clubs and alcohol, religious imagery and symbolism, some dark themes, rough sex, brief bondage, not following any particular plotline

summary: bruce wayne runs into a past lover in the darkest parts of gotham. when old emotions are brought up, bruce finds himself torn by lust and the need to protect you. but what he doesn’t know, shouldn’t kill him, right?

note: first battinson fic so pls be kind :,) notes & reblogs are always welcome, send me thoughts! based off of lana del rey and the weeknd’s song “stargirl interlude” <333

missing out? ➤ [my masterlist]

Nocturnality reigns over Gotham.

The inhabitants of the nefarious city are seemingly governed by restlessness and disturbia. Perhaps, the concept of sleep is their bête noire. Or perhaps, they have grown accustomed to consciousness, worried for what happens when they close their eyes and unwillingly succumb to vulnerability. They lurk in the befouled shadows, sordid and petrified, crawling amongst feculent brick walls and hiding in the haunted subway cars near tagged platforms. Insomniacs hide in stained bedsheets of valium, the homeless make homes of putrid alleyways, but the criminals, the murderers — they would rather avoid the darkness than anyone else.

The darkness belongs to vengeance.

Vengeance wanders the streets, keeping away from flickering lamp posts and busy roadways. Vengeance treks behind the fearful in silence, nothing but a rustling wind and the cries of Arkham in the distance. Vengeance takes to the rooftops, the high-rise buildings, the rickety construction sites, the places where someone may think that they are alone, but they aren’t.

Vengeance is in the sky. And when Gotham looks up to the foreboding clouds in search of a nonexistent place of deliverance called heaven, they see him. Batman.

Not the unlovable Bruce Wayne, the prince of this city and the heir to millionaires — for whoever loved Batman, failed to love Bruce.

Except for one person.

Bruce Wayne doesn’t partake in club culture. He despised the flashing lights and the drunken stench that’d follow him in the midst of wandering hands like it was the river Styx. These poor souls would gander at him like he was Hades himself.

He’s dressed like he’d come from a funeral, the circles around his eyes are similar to feathers of a raven, the black leather that pooled around his body as if it were wings. Appearance wasn’t of importance if you had a high social class, rather if you could even take one fickle step into the world of dirty money and politics, that meant you had to have something going for you. He happened to know a thing or two about all of those, but his knowledge came with a sanguinary price like everything else in the slums and riches of Gotham City.

Love, lust, greed — even vices themselves came with a cost.

He’s a sinner sitting comfortably on an armchair in the exclusive section of the Hayloft Lounge, surrounded by drops and lines of coke that he doesn’t bother taking part in. Everything in sight is a shade of a seductive red, an attempt to be sexy and induce devilish temptations to customers. The dim lighting and cigarette smoke intensifies the neon strobes by the stretched dance floor, and it feels like Bruce is practically bathing in blood as the colors blend into his pale skin.

The lounge, although filled with dealers and neglected daughters, is a place of worship for the lost. Bruce doesn’t want to be here, he isn’t troubled in the same fashion that they are. If he wanted a good time, his first choice wouldn’t be at the Hayloft. Yet business is business, and Alfred would kill him if he decided to skip out on an important deal between Wayne Enterprises and another money-hungry company prone to failure.

Bruce is certainly aware of his cynicism.

He isn’t one to boast, except he wants nothing but to drive back to the confines of his mansion and tell Alfred, ‘I told you this wouldn’t work,’ when his supposed business deal goes sideways — if sideways meant completely and utterly fucked in every position with how many drinks this alleged board member has downed in the twenty minutes Bruce has wasted here.

Having shown up late doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care much for punctuality anymore, neither does he care for the public eye and their assumptions about him.

He wipes the exhaustion from his face with a heavy hand and abandons the comfort of the armchair. The arrival of pole dancers and washed-out moans from the illuminated stage on the second platform are enough to send him barrelling towards the exit, not paying mind to how his broad shoulders merely knock down the animated crowds. The people around him are jumping up and down, dancing bodies swaying to the rhythm and singing along to incomprehensible lyrics that made Bruce question his entire existence.

He keeps his head low. It’s a mistake.

His chest collides with a shorter frame of a body, earning a shocked grunt from both parties. His hand shoots out to grab their wrist, noting how the floors are slippery from a suddenly spilt drink.

“Watch it, will you?”

Bruce looks back towards the snippy voice.

His darkened eyes meet your sour face as you hurriedly slip a fur coat over the expanse of your shoulders, eyelids decorated with messy glitter and strategically placed jewels like some sort of sacred herald. He watches your legs strut out of the vicinity with lengthy strides, obviously intent on getting the fuck out of here.

You glance back at him as well, this time with furrowed eyebrows — simply a look of recognition in passing, then you’re out the door and into the back alleyway before Bruce can say hello to what he believes is an apparition of you.

It had been years since you showed face in Gotham.

He can’t even remember where he last saw you.

Let alone, he can’t even remember you appearing so put-together.

In a club, by all means.

Somehow, your perfume wafts through the booze-filled air. Now, he can’t forget your scent. He can’t get you and that elegant coat, nor those bare thighs beneath the most skin-tight dress he’d ever seen out of his head.

Bruce is never like this with anyone else.

It doesn’t come as a surprise to him when his heart decides to act quicker than his brain, to which he follows after you through the shifting flock of partygoers.

You saw him and frankly, that’s all Bruce cared about.

You saw him, but acted as if you hadn’t known him.

He starts to think he’s at fault.

The alleyway is freezing. Trash bags are practically falling out of the dumpster, pooling with cracked glass and old shiny packets of god-knows-what onto the asphalt. Bruce can feel the heartbeat of the city beneath his combat boots, aching and pounding, nothing but a groggy demonic moan as he watches you standing beneath the monorail track with a lighter in hand.

He compares your resemblance to an angel, a holy miracle that fell right into his lap like an answered prayer. The click of your thumb against the button rings into the emptiness of the street, bouncing off of the walls and to the road.

“Usually when you bump into someone, you’re supposed to say excuse me.”

Shoving cold hands into the pockets of his coat, Bruce takes careful steps until he’s towering beside you. “Since when were you back in Gotham?”

Your hair is longer.

He likes it.

But the lack of sleep is apparent on your features, even with all that makeup and that pretty dress, he isn’t fooled.

He can tell you're exhausted.

You continue to fiddle with the lighter. “Two months ago.”

Bruce hummed at that, nodding his head while he anxiously drags his thumb across his lips. “You didn’t tell me.” He wants nothing but to reach out and touch you, to bring you close to his chest and tuck you underneath his chin like how it used to be. “Why?”

“Why didn’t I tell you or why am I here?” You turn to him.

And fuck, Bruce feels like he’s twenty-six all over again and thinks back to that summer villa in Tuscany: kissing you up and down those gorgeous legs, tasting your fragrance intermixed with sweat, smelling of sex and dripping with youthful desire as he found an altar in your hips.

Bruce isn’t religious — he’s far from it now — but everytime he sees you, he understands why people believe in God.

But there’s an unmistakable fire in your stare, and Bruce isn’t sure if you want him to commit penance or if you were looking to be worshiped. Either way, he’d do anything for you. Even if you loathed him. Even if you hated every part of him, it wouldn’t hurt as much. He hated himself too. What would change?

“You look… beautiful, by the way.” Bruce utters quietly. He sounds almost as if he’s afraid to talk, voice nearly quivering as he notices the ghost of a smirk forming on your lips when he stumbles around your question. He doesn’t seem as dark and brooding at the moment. “Missed seeing you. It’s been years.”

“Yeah, you look like shit, Bruce.”

He cracks a soft laugh at that.

“Feel like it, too if I’m honest.”

He’s always been the quiet type, too scared to accept emotion and voice the thoughts in his head. You recognized that of all people, which is what he liked about you — that you never pushed him.

Your eyes appear kinder, more understanding, and Bruce doesn’t know what he’s expecting but it certainly isn’t the weight of your fingers reaching up to brush through his hair. He feels self-conscious now, especially with the nostalgic gaze you hold as he pathetically leans into the longing touch. He hasn’t been held in ages.

All he wants is your skin against his. He knows just how desperate his thoughts are. But with you, he can’t particularly resist it.

“What’s been troubling you, pretty boy?” Your nails trail down the side of his cheek, reminiscing over the sharpness of his jaw while he sighs at the satisfying feeling. “Missed me that much, huh?”

“More than you know.” He takes your hand and brings it to his lips amorously, kissing along the cracks as if time had never passed in the first place. “No call. Not even a text from you. Thought something happened.”

You chuckled teasingly, “And you didn’t bother to go looking for me? Not even with this vengeance situation you’ve got going on?”

“Trust me, I wanted to.”

“If you wanted to, you would’ve.” You clicked your tongue. “Such a kind boyfriend, Mr. Wayne.”

His yearning gaze flickers down to you, lips leaving traces of wetness along your hand until a faint grin is bestowed upon his despondent features.

“I’m not your boyfriend, Y/N.”

It’s old banter, but nevertheless, it makes Bruce feel warm inside when you send him an unconvinced and slow nod.

“You wish you were though.” You shift on either foot, pulling the coat closer to your chest as your breaths puff into the night. He lets go of your hand, and you watch each other intently as you mirror one another’s movements like clockwork.

He can still taste your skin in his mouth.

“We both know neither of us are capable of commitment.” Bruce whispers matter-of-factly, glancing towards the street with newfound meekness. “We’ve established that. You never stick around long enough. And I… I just can’t.”

“Yet we always end up in each other’s beds.”

He’ll never get used to that wittiness.

You’re too smart for your own good.

“Personally, I think yours is a bit more comfortable.” He admits humorously, heart growing fonder as another sweet hymn of a laugh escapes you. “There’s something special about mattresses with a broken headboard.”

For once, his smile reaches the corner of his eyes.

There’s a rustling by the alleyway of the lounge that interrupts the endearing silence between you and Bruce. The backdoor swings open roughly, and the abrupt pulsing of rap music replaces the intimate whistle of the empty sidewalk. Bruce follows your pointed gaze, the corners of his mouth falling back into his signature scowl.

The Hayloft bouncer approaches with heavy and purposeful strides despite being obviously intimidated by the presence of the notable Wayne.

“Y/N, they want you back inside. Regulars have been looking for you.” He takes another glance beside you and bows his head timidly. “Sir.”

Did he hear that correctly?

Bruce can’t find the words, but he takes note of the discomfort in your stance as you follow behind the bouncer. He doesn’t hesitate to grab you by the arm again, pulling you back towards him with a decent amount of force.

“What is he talking about?” He ignores the bouncer’s call of your name and your exasperated protests about his grasp on your shoulder. He can’t read the look on your face, especially when you don’t make eye contact with him.

“Hey, relax.”

He snarls, not in disgust but in frustration. “You work here?”

“Listen…” You dropped your head, glancing down at the toes of your knee-high boots until you’re met with the icy coldness of his pupils. “You have responsibilities and I have mine. It was nice seeing you, but we should leave it at that for now, ‘kay?”

You reach up to kiss his cheek. It’s bittersweet.

For now, he repeats.

“Are you hearing yourself? Is this for money? Is that it?” The possessive anguish on his face is apparent. He doesn’t let go of you. “Y/N, this is…”

“Sweetheart, I’m a dancer. Nothing but a favorite talent here. My services are limited, for your information.” You giggle, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear in an effort to defuse his ramblings. He watches you purse your painted lips together, tongue darting out to wet them. “I don’t give myself to just anyone, Mr. Wayne.” He doesn’t miss the underlying meaning behind the declaration. Your voice lowers to a melancholic hush, doe-eyed and irises all glassy. “Now, I gotta go. Be a good boy for me and don’t wait up.”

The pet name causes him to shudder.

And as you reluctantly walk back into the lounge, Bruce is left with nothing but a broken heart and an insatiable, irreplaceable ache between his thighs. His chest heaves with a combination of outrage and dubiety, fingers tracing the burning skin that simply longed for you again.

It’s forty-two degrees in Gotham and yet he’s sweating like a perverted whore in church.

He curses under his breath, then rushes back into the club with the intention to find you. Somehow, he looks even more disheveled, hair sticking to his forehead and drops of sweat beading down his chin as he squints through the reddened fog inside.

The bass vibrates through his entire body and drums into his ears when he nears the dance floor. The panels below his shoes shift into a luminescent white, underlining his jawline and clothing as he pushes past everyone in an unpredictable frenzy.

“Y/N!” Bruce shouts, but even he can’t hear himself over the deafening volume. Odd stares are sent his way when he starts prying random girls off of old men, acting like a madman crazed by an undying affliction for you. It’s as if a fire inside him has reawakened, sparks flying off his fingertips as he tries to reach for you — somewhere.

Is this what addiction does to a person?

The coat. He sees it then as he makes his way into the center of the floor. The white ensemble is halfway down your shoulders, the skin of your collarbones glistening with lustrous warmth as you grind against some stranger. Bruce lewdly studies the parting of your lips, how your jaw falls ajar as the man pulls you closer against his thigh, the enticing visual of your hips rolling as your hands trail up your breasts and your satin dress rides up beneath the touch.

You open your eyes slowly, and somehow, almost as if you knew he was looking, you stare directly at the bitter bachelor. His nostrils flare angrily when you crack the tiniest smile and throw your arms up into the air as if you were having the time of your life.

Like you were getting off on his desperation.

Like this was supposed to be fun for the both of you.

And it is, given the amused pout that you send him as you run the stranger’s hands all over your torso in a teasing fashion. He’s visibly fuming, his anger presenting itself as a scowl and balled fists until he marches over with passionate courage.

Roughly pushing the stranger off of you, Bruce doesn’t break your stare at all. Not even when people around him start to recognize that he’s a powerful Wayne causing a ruckus at a downtown club full of snakes and walking debts. He knows then that you lured him in. That you were expecting this.

He isn’t embarrassed. He knows what you want.

Silently, he grabs you by the waist and tugs you flush against the expanse of his chest. A breathy laugh leaves your throat at his tight grip, fingers digging into your lower back as his hands swallow you whole.

“Hey, handsome.” You purr, biting your lip in eagerness as Bruce’s eyes shamelessly wander over you. Any and all forms of subtlety have left him, gaze following your exposed flesh and legs. “Something got you all riled up?”

“You think this is funny, Y/N?” He sounds strained, like a betrayed animal. His eyebrows knit together, wrinkles appearing on his forehead as he spews his aggravation towards you. “Thought you didn’t ‘give yourself’ to just anyone? Was that not true?” He uses your previous words against you, swaying you to the beat of the music with a dangerous glint in his gaze.

“I don’t quite know what you mean.”

You stifle a yelp when he turns you around in his arms with newfound dominance. Normally, he was the one submitting — but this, you loved this side of him. The side where he showed no restraint, where he let himself use you in any way he pleased, where he handled you like you were nothing but a body for him to use for his own desires and his own wants. His crotch rubs against you as you press yourself further into him. Bruce’s hands rest on the tops of your thighs, then he drags them higher and higher. They skim across your stomach and brush over your ribs until he reaches your ass, where he squeezes at the soft flesh harshly.

It’s needy. It’s crude. But he’s used to filth.

“Mm. Perhaps you need a reminder?” He whispers, looking out into the crowd as his breath fans over you.

“Do tell.”

“That night when you had yourself nice and ready for me, spread out on my bed like some kind of…” Bruce trails off, hissing when you touch the bulge in his pants.

You grin, knowing he’d never call you that word on any other day. “Say it.”

“Some kind of slut.” His ears perk up at your moan. “That was you giving yourself. All of yourself to me. And me only.” His long fingers travel across your spine, then hook over your shoulder to play with the strap of your dress. He wraps a hand around your throat. It’s a sign of possessiveness, even though Bruce was never really a man who claimed ownership over things. He’ll allow himself this. “That time when you had me handcuffed to the chair, fucking yourself on me, begging to cum as if I could even touch you. Even when I couldn’t contribute to your pleasure, you acted as if I was in control. That’s giving yourself.”

His lips linger over the side of your face, intense eyes taking in the details of your skin as he dips down to leave coveted kisses along your neck. He’s drunk off of the taste. He nibbles at the crook of your shoulder, teeth pulling at you feverishly while his free hand drifts underneath the hem of your dress.

“Who’s in control tonight?”

Your head rolls back against him when his fingers find the slick between your thighs. “I think your body speaks for the both of us.” He runs a digit across your panties, feeling the build-up of your wetness as your clothes ride up around his arm. “God, the things I do for you, Y/N.”

“People might be watching.” You accidentally rut against him, pulling at his hair in an effort to mask your growing desperation. “Bruce… this won’t look good for tabloids. I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”

“Since when did you care about the tabloids, Ms. Y/L/N?” He murmurs, following your distracted gaze out across the dance floor. “I don’t care about them, but I do care about you. Look at me, angel.” Bruce turns you in his arms, gentleness seeping in his tone. “Don’t do this to yourself. You say the word and tonight I’m yours. As long as you stay, I’m entirely yours.”

Even with heels, he’s so much taller than you — his chin practically hovers above your head, his jaw clean-shaven and tense as he awaits for your consent.

“Okay.” You whisper, stepping closer towards him as you pull his mouth down into a slow kiss. He sighs against you, makeup transferring onto his skin as you crane your body towards him with fluttering eyelids. His wandering hands take shelter below the frame of your face, holding your stare when he pulls away.

His throat bobs when you press another kiss to the corner of his lips, fighting off a moan when you stain his neck with red lipstick. “I feel indescribable things with you. Something primal. Uncontrollable, like a hunger that never goes away. And everytime you give yourself wholly to me… it’s never enough, like I need more.”

“If you’re in love with me, just say that.” You blink up at him. You purposefully search his face, cupping his cheek as you nudge your nose against his longingly. “Frankly, I love it when you get all poetic on me, but I think…” You bite his earlobe. “… your poetry sounds so much better in bed, yeah? You tellin’ me all the unholy things you wanna do to me, while I lay there — helpless for you. I bet you’d like that, Mr. Wayne, wouldn’t you?”

Bruce’s irises glisten under the flickering strobe lights, the deep ocean blue glimmering with lust.

“If I could take you right here, right now…” He pulls you by the hair, tugging your head back. His fist forms a ponytail while his other hand grabs you by the chin, “… I would.“

You question him seethingly, inches away from his face. “What’s stopping you?”

From the stuttering of your breaths, to the way you squeeze your thighs and bite your lip, Bruce can tell that you’re enjoying the dominant front he’s putting on. It wasn’t that he didn’t like taking the reins or being in control — but something about entrusting his pleasure in someone else other than himself made him extremely satisfied. He’s used to being in control; that’s what vengeance was for. But, here, even with his thumb dipping between your swollen lips and into the wetness of your mouth, Bruce knows he can let go and allow you to take care of him.

Yet tonight, he wants to take care of you — his angel, his hellfire, his sin and his miracle. Water in the middle of a desert. A reward after the fast. Divine absolution.

God has nothing to do with Bruce’s intentions.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He peers down at you, running his tongue across his canines with half-lidded eyes as he pulls the digit away. He speaks before you can. “Your place. Not mine.”

“Afraid old man Alfred is gonna call me a bad influence again?” You smile at him, wiping the smudge of lipstick from his cheek.

He places a hand over the small of your back, leading you out of the dancing crowd and away from the pounding of the speakers. “More like I’m afraid he’s gonna call me a bad influence.”

You glance at him over your shoulder. “Oh? Give him my best regards, then. He’s not wrong.”

He hands the bouncer a folded Benjamin on his way out.

A mindless smirk falls upon him when you nuzzle yourself against his arm, and suddenly, he finally feels like himself. He feels comfortable, complete, and for the first night in ages, he thinks highly of himself — in fairness, what kind of man wouldn’t become even slightly egotistical when he has a beautiful girl snuggling up to him?

He shoots you a doting grin when he leads you to his car, holding the door open for you as you dip down into the low leather passenger seat.

You take a deep breath to yourself when Bruce trails around the front of the car, taking his place at the steering wheel. The entire interior mimics the shade of the night sky — a foreboding, voided black that perfectly encapsulates his aesthetic. It’s a stark contrast to the absolute adoration in his gaze as he reaches over the console to kiss you.

You missed sitting shotgun.

And you missed him more than anything, but sometimes, things are better off dead.

Bruce can’t know.

His hands are cold when they slide underneath your dress once more, bunching the material around your hips as he exposes your panties. Carefully, he maneuvers you to lean you against the door as his head bends down to litter your skin in open-mouthed kisses, sighing as he gets closer and closer to where you most need him. He’s eager to taste you, to toy with you in the same manner you do to him — to have you writhing and moaning underneath him, above him, beside him. He doesn’t care. He’ll take you in any way you want. As long as you’d let him, he’d do anything to and for you.

“Bruce…” You pull his face back up to yours, ignoring the throbbing of your core when his touch leaves your body.

“Are you okay?” Now, he’s able to understand the look in your eyes. The uncertainty, innocent insecurities and worry. You blink frantically, clearing your throat. Bruce knows the question before you can say it. He’s aware that pride can sometimes swallow you. “There’s no one else.” He brushes your hair back. “And I don’t want anyone other than you, Y/N. Even if what we have is nothing close of a relationship, you of all people know that I don’t have anyone else.”

The corners of your lips twitch into a wistful smile.

“I wish the world knew that you’re more than a Wayne.”

Bruce doesn’t hesitate. “And I wish you knew that there’s a home for you here.”

“I can’t make a home out of Gotham.” You scoff, twisting the rings on your fingers to distract yourself from his stare. “You… you have everything here and I don’t.”

He cups a hand over your knee. “You can make a home out of me.” He presses the tenderest kiss to the bulb of your nose, then to your blushing cheeks, on the arch of your cupid’s bow, and onto your sweet mouth once more.

You pull away abruptly. “Show me.” Bruce shakes his head at you, unsure as to what you mean. You caress his jaw, staring into the darkness of his lust-blown pupils as you rub circles by his temple. “Show me what will happen if I stay.”

He’s fucking obsessed.

Even as Bruce speeds across Gotham City at seventy miles per hour, he can’t keep his hands off of you. Not even when you give him that youthful grin and watch the lights pass outside the tinted window.

Even as Bruce makes out with you against the front door to your shitty apartment, nearly breaking the knob off as he pushes you inside with pent-up desire and an attraction that he just couldn’t bring himself to call love, he can’t keep his hands off of you.

If you thought that your living room was messy before he came over, it’s even messier now as he hoists you up onto a chest of drawers. He flings all objects to the side with a long swing of his arm, eyes widening when something collides loudly onto the hardwood floor.

“Bruce.”

He laughs apologetically against your mouth as he stands between your parted legs. “I’m sorry. I know. Sorry.” He looks up at you, then starts pulling your dress down your chest and tugging it past your legs. “I’ll make it up to you.” You reach for the hem of Bruce’s shirt, but he quickly grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, pressing your arched back against the peeling wallpaper as his mouth nears your ear. “But let me be in control.”

You swallow with a nod when he lets you go.

“Okay. I have an idea.” You slowly lean forward, reaching for the drawer just below your knee. There’s a familiar cloth sitting on the bottom — a dark necktie with an embroidered ‘W’ by the tip lining. Without any sort of hesitation, you press the heels of your hands together and extend your arms out in front of you, studying Bruce with innocent curiosity. “Tie me up.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” He watches you closely as he takes the necktie and wraps it around your wrists, pulling and tugging with careful force. “From what I remember, you really enjoyed yourself last time.” He binds you tightly, but not too tight for discomfort. You sigh when he plants a kiss to either of your open palms, relaxing back against the wall as he moves to unzip your boots.

“God, Y/N. You look so pretty like this.” Bruce tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers follow the shape of your jaw until he taps the digits against your chin. “Suck.” You open your mouth slowly, watching him intently as he slips his pointer and middle finger between your parted lips. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels good.” You utter, voice garbled and choked by the length of his fingers. He lets out a soft hum of approval at that. “Would feel better inside me.” His dominance falters momentarily at the brash statement, and he takes in a shaky breath. “Mm? Do you like how that sounds? You love it when I’m needy, don’t you?” A moan falls from your lips when he lodges his fingers deeper.

“Don’t be a brat.”

His digits are coated in your spit when he pulls them away from you. “You spoil me too much, Bruce. No wonder I’m a brat.” He admires the wet glistening of your saliva on his own hand, then your vision is blurred as he slaps you harshly on the cheek with it. Before you can even recover, his lips are on yours — a mixture of teeth and warm tongues and desperate gasps for air.

“Was that too rough?” He sighs into your neck as he unclasps your bra, throwing it on the floor so that it joins your discarded dress.

The stinging of your cheek is only slightly painful, but it’s a pleasurable kind of sensation for you.

“I like it when you’re rough.”

“Fuck, Y/N, of course you do.” He chuckles, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

You card your nails through his hair, buzzing with satisfaction as he lightly kneads at your breasts. He suckles a hickey onto the fleshy skin then starts kissing down your belly, admiring the way your body arches into him as his nose brushes over the ribbon on your panties.

“Do you see how wet you make me, Mr. Wayne?” You lift your bounded wrists away from the wet patch between your thighs, fully exposing yourself to Bruce as you spread your legs even wider.

“Fucking hell.”

Bruce has never thought of sex as a sacred act.

But here with you, in the dimness of your apartment, he thinks nothing could get holier than this — than the way you look down at him like an angel from above, how your hands fold together like you’re in prayer, moans falling from your lips as if God could hear you, how he greedily pulls your panties down so that he can finally taste you.

God has nothing to do with this.

Somehow, the drawer chest beneath you is replaced with your checkered kitchen counter, cabinets rattling against your knees as Bruce bends you over against the cold surface. His large hands slowly spread you apart, to which he has to stifle a groan at how your folds are already dripping with slick for him.

You crane your neck to watch him lap at your cunt, lurching forwards with a mewling moan until he holds you in place. “Mm… fuck!”

His tongue circles over your clit, the bridge of his nose poking at your entrance as he eats you out in the middle of the kitchen.

For once, you’re thankful that the pouring rain of Gotham City is raucous enough to mask the pleas that burn through your vocal cords.

If anyone were to hear this, you’d be as good as dead.

No, it isn’t an exaggeration.

Bruce licks his lips as he examines the bruising of his fingerprints on your waist. “Tastes so sweet, Y/N. Always loved eating you out.”

You move to reach for him, only then remembering that he still has you bound with the embroidered tie.

“Bruce…” The whine of his name doesn’t capture his attention, not even when he tugs his shirt off in one smooth motion whilst staring at you the entire time. Your gaze wanders over the faded scars on his muscles, biting your lip at how wonderfully they ripple with each tiny movement. Then, he’s too caught up in the pleasure of burying his face against your cunt once more. “Untie me… wanna touch you all over.”

“No. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“F-Fuck, please!” You gasp out when his mouth becomes replaced by his fingers. The heel of his hand presses into the swell of your core, curled digits fucking themselves in and out of you as Bruce fixates on the sounds of your body. “Please, I’ll be so fucking good. Just let me touch you.” The brimming tears in your eyes spurs him on even further, fingers hitting that one spongy spot inside of you that edged you towards an orgasm every time. “Oh, fuck! Bruce, baby… please, right there!” You tug at the knotted necktie, legs trembling as a small rush of liquid drips between your thighs.

“Jesus, Y/N, you got me soaked.” Bruce grabs you by the neck, pulling you to stand straight as he leads you into the living room. He knows your apartment like the back of his hand. He’s done this with you too many times for him not to remember. “By the couch. On your knees.” He slaps your ass, scoffing when a faint smile tugs at your face.

Bruce is certain that this is your favorite part of all. Pleasing him. You love seeing him moan — seeing such a powerful man that people feared become nothing but a whimpering shell of a mess as he gives himself to you.

“When was the last time you got blowed?” You smirk, knees hitting the carpet as Bruce unbuttoned his pants. “Or better yet, when was the last time you fucked a girl?”

“Does it count if I didn’t cum?” He gives you a smug look.

You huff, repeating his question aloud. “Does it count? So, you did fuck someone else. Because usually when we fuck…” You bat your lashes up at him as he steps out of his boxers. The tip of his cock is a bright red, leaking with pre-cum as he throbs at the eager sight of you and pumps himself in his fist. He lifts your arms, untying the necktie between your wrists. “… you cum maybe more than once or twice.”

You’re not wrong.

But he really needs relief.

“Y/N. Open up and stop talking.” He watches how your hand immediately wraps around the base of his cock, making up for the remaining length that won’t fit in your mouth as you suction your lips around him. “Yeah, take it. There you go.” His jaw hangs ajar as you bob your head around him, spit already collecting itself in the spaces between your fingers. “Such a fucking angel, Y/N.” A ragged moan slips out from his throat. The desperate sound goes straight to your cunt, and Bruce doesn’t miss the way you rub your thighs together for friction. “Touch yourself. It’s okay.”

He holds you by your hair as you continue to suck him off and play with your clit. Even with your soft gags around his dick, he can hear how wet you still are down there.

You pull off of him to breathe, chest heaving quickly as you twist a hand up and down his length.

“Your cock is so pretty.”

Bruce nearly topples over at the statement, along with how you so suddenly take him back into your mouth with such devotion to make him cum.

“Y/N… your mouth, fuck.”

He shudders when you try to fit all of him, nose brushing against his happy trail until a gag forces itself out of you and he takes the advantage to properly fuck your throat.

You nod eagerly at him to keep going when his pace becomes a little too rough. Watery mascara rolls down your cheeks and saliva drips from your bottom lip. Your face is flush with pink, neck reddening with strain as Bruce nears his orgasm and you try to hold out.

“I’m gonna… oh, angel.” He gapes at you. His eyebrows are knitted together with self-absorbed pleasure as he continues to fuck your mouth. “Gonna cum, is that okay?” You nod furiously, making the effort to hold his stare as your gags grow louder. His hand rests on the top of your head, the other cupping your chin to hold you in place as his hips snap into you. “Mm, fuck! Oh, my god. I’m cumming, Y/N.”

You feel his release coat your tongue and the back of your throat.

Bruce pulls out, cock still hard as you swallow and show him the inside of your mouth.

Practically savored every drop.

You press open-mouthed kisses to his thighs.

“There’s my good boy.”

It’s an unspoken conversation between you two, but Bruce helps you to your feet, pecking you softly on the lips as a form of gratitude. He’s tender in comparison to how he handled you earlier. He shifts your hair to one side of your shoulder, pressing his forehead against yours as his thumb strokes your jaw.

This is his form of an ‘I love you.’

He still isn’t sure if he could call this love.

But it feels right.

It feels right when you push him onto the couch, smirking down at him as he leans back and watches you straddle his lap with intense eyes.

It feels right when you grab onto his shoulders and lower yourself onto his cock, taking him to the hilt as you share a gasp of pleasure. Bruce’s hands find your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he guides you on his length.

“God, Y/N. Your cunt is so tight.” He mumbles into your chest. His cock is filling you up, the tip brushing against your g-spot as he lets you needily roll your hips against him. “Shit, baby.”

His mouth finds yours as you bounce on top of him. He can feel your tits press against his chest, hard nipples finding friction against the softness of his skin.

“Bruce, you’re so fucking big — oh, my god.” You shake your head at him through watery eyes.

“Say you love it, angel.”

You nip at his bottom lip, a grin making its way onto your face as you gaze at him longingly. “I love your cock.” Your juices are dripping onto his thighs, squelching around him as you ride him feverishly. “I love it when you fuck me hard. Love it when I get to ride you and please you.”

Bruce doesn’t shy away, letting his moans and whimpers echo through the room as he slips in and out of your folds. His finger rubs at your clit, the extra sensation tugging you closer towards a potential orgasm as his dick stretches you out. Your back arches into him, whiny mewls rasping from your throat as he pulls your chin down to kiss you.

His grip on your waist is unwavering.

His cock makes you feel full.

Bruce takes you into his arms and lays you out onto the couch, creating a pile of pillows below your tailbone with his cock still inside you.

“Don’t cry.” He whispers against your mouth as he brings your knees up to your breasts. “If you love it so much, you shouldn’t be crying.”

“S’good is all. Feels so fucking good.” You gasp, finding a rhythm with your hips to meet his strokes. Your cunt is fluttering around him, gripping his cock as Bruce fucks you. The couch moves beneath you with each hard thrust, screeching against the floorboards. “Oh, god! Yeah, there. Please, oh my god, Bruce.”

He tilts his head back to properly look at you.

“Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes, I’m gonna cum all over you.” You leave kisses along his jawline, eyelashes brushing against his cheek as you moan into his skin.

“Cum for me, angel. You can do it. I know you can.”

You quiver as you near your orgasm, knees buckling beneath you as Bruce pulls you all the way down onto his length. His embrace is crushing, the muscles on his back flexing beneath your touch while he holds you up.

A cry escapes your mouth when you clench around him.

Bruce is easily reaching his second one when you milk his cock with your own orgasm.

You fall into him with a loud exhale, a mixture of sweat and tears rolling down your neck as your heartbeat slows.

“Fuck, that was everything.” You chuckle, peppering Bruce’s face with quiet kisses as he relaxes back onto the sofa.

He shakes his head at you. “You’re everything.”

“Shut up, sap.”

Both of you share the silence, staring at each other amorously as you move to lay beside him. He uses his thumb to wipe at the spill of cum between your thighs, humming in amusement when you jolt out of sensitivity.

“So pretty, Y/N.” His eyes follow the curve of your waist, memorizing the swell of your breasts as you lean over to gaze at him and grab his hand.

“Stay for the night.” You intertwine your fingers with his.

“Oh, wow.” Bruce suddenly chuckles. “That’s a first.”

“Well, we have a lot to catch up on.”

-

There’s something special about Gotham in the mornings. The solitude, the bustling tourists that only found beauty in the day, the rare laughter of children playing on the sidewalks. The skies look nicer, less foreboding and less cloudy. The sun feels warmer.

People don’t need to hide away from the darkness when light is present.

There’s no need for vengeance there.

There’s no need for vengeance as Bruce kisses the top of your head, pulling you closer to his naked chest as he admires how beautiful you look even when you’re asleep. He likes this — the intimacy, basking in the presence of you. Sunlight peeks through the uneven blinds on your bedroom window, drawing shadows on your skin that Bruce finds himself tracing with his fingers.

His eyes narrow in worry when he sees a burn mark on your forearm. He brings it closer to view, unsure if what he’s seeing is real.

Not a burn mark.

A branding — a singular ‘J’.

It’s tiny, which is no wonder as to why he didn’t see it.

“Y/N…” He pipes up, breaking the silence in the air.

“Mhm?”

“Your arm.” He can feel you stiffen beneath him, muscles growing tense as you lift your head up to meet his questioning gaze. “What is this?”

“It’s…” You pull the sleeve of your jacket over it, biting your lip as you continue. “It’s something for the Hayloft. All the girls have it. No biggie.”

“J stands for?”

“Nothing.” You shrug.

It’s a lie. Bruce can see right through you. He sits up, bedsheets pooling onto his lap as he studies your lack of eye contact.

He crosses his arms over his front. “Try again.”

“Are you seriously—“

There’s a loud knock at your door. It doesn’t go away. It’s persistent and bothersome, meant to be answered. You and Bruce exchange a look. “You’re staying here,” He gets out of bed, slipping on a shirt as he makes his way towards your living room.

The evidence of last night’s events are still apparent.

He doesn’t care for that right now.

“Bruce, don’t.”

The hallway is empty.

Except for the bouquet of daisies on the faded welcome mat outside. There’s an unmistakable purple envelope wedged between the stems of the flowers, and Bruce picks it up carefully with wary hands.

“Who’s Mister J?”

He turns to you, perplexed.

You stand unsure by the doorway to your bedroom, rubbing at the branded skin on your arm with sudden resignation.

“Just a regular who stops by the lounge.”

Maybe Bruce is wrong.

Maybe you aren’t such an angel after all.

How could love and vengeance go hand and hand?

-

[simluvbot]

jay as your boyfriend <3

a/n: sorry this is so messy but </3 requests are open btw so 🥺🥺 feel free to request anything fluffy (check pinned!) <3

I bet he’ll even STUTTER when y’all are new at dating and he’s trying to compliment you

It’s reallyyyy new to him at first, so you knew he was really nervous when his ears got red around you on your first date ):

It’s reallyyyy new to him at first, so you knew he was really nervous when his ears got red around you on your first date ):

But then after a few months and as he fell harder for you, he got so comfy and soon became the confident, shameless jay 😁

Still will never catch him simping over you in front of the members 🙄

Is such a gentleman ):

Holds doors open for you ✔️

massages you when you have sore muscles after being busy the whole day from work/school ✔️ (a/n: this as a seperate imagine is a wip !!)

sends you FLOWERS 😭😭✔️

kisses your hand ✔️

I would like to elaborate on the massages he gives you because we all know how good jay is at giving them pls !!

Will sit behind you on the sofa as he massages your shoulders

Kisses the back of your neck as he does so ):

When you both have a bath together he will sometimes sit behind you in the tub so he can massage you from behind <33

Is so so in love with you

You will sometimes catch him staring at you and you’ll be like ‘what ??? Is there something on my face ?’

And then he’ll turn around to try to hide his smile as you giggle at how he tries to act like his ears aren’t scarlet red hehe

Truth is he was staring at you and simply thinking about how beautiful you are and how in love with you he is

He does this very often. yes u bet

Does this thing where he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand );

MATCHING COUPLE OUTFITS!

if you’re dating him NO WAY will he let himself be caught with u wearing something ugly and lazy asf out with him while he looks like a million dollars 😐

Ofc, your boyfriend IS a fashion icon so expect him to sometimes dress you up and pick your outfits

Seriously even if y’all are both just going to buy some things from the supermarket and he sees you heading towards the door wearing ur onesie...

🙄🙄🙄🙄

Will drag u back to the bedroom and make you wear something more presentable (meaning he chooses your outfit 😁)

Even when he goes out shopping for clothes for himself he might end up buying something for you if he thinks you will like it that would suit you

He LOVES buying outfits and styling you! He feels so warm whenever he sees you both matching of you wearing something HE chose out for you ):

Takes his #Tojays_fashion photos with you (:

Y’all have matching bracelets🥺

Smiles every time he looks at his because it just reminds him of you PLS

Lots of late-night dates with you!

He likes to go out to fun places where you both can walk around together, like around top-end fashion streets, funfairs, cinemas, etc.!

Late night drives with jay >>>>

Holds your hand while he drives with the other

(a/n: Edit of jay driving at the end of this headcanon!! 😳)

Such a considerate boyfriend

First time you take his hoodie he spent ages looking for it and was low-key so annoyed that he couldn’t find it ?? Because he was planning an outfit for it and he swear he wore it last time he met with you so surely...?

But then he sees you wearing the exact hoodie he had been searching for

And he was about to shout at you I stg bUT you just looked so cute ?? And innocent like you don’t just steal his hoodie that he was searching for days

Also the fact that it boosted his ego 😭

It looked so good on you, knowing that everyone would know who you belonged to

So he instead only lightly scolded you and pretended like he didn’t like it 🙄

Honestly is such a romantic

Will prepare candle-lit dinners for you with rose petals scattered on the floor leading you to the table

Turns up to your anniversaries wearing a suit looking SO good

On your 6 month anniversary he gives you a couple ring ):

He says it’s so that you both are still bonded together even if you’re not able to physically be with each other

Such a good boyfriend !! He is literally so perfect

If anyone DARES hurt you, all he sees is pure red with how angry he is. Seriously gets so worked up he wants to fight whoever hurt you so sometimes you need to calm him down, and he’ll instead just hold you as he realises it’s his support that you need

Even if he rarely ever says it in front of anyone else, you are his baby, and no one is allowed to make his baby cry.

Kisses with jay!!

Very soft and gentle );

but phewww when y’all are in the mood it’s seriously so passionate

Likes it when you place a hand on his thigh and he holds your neck 😳

Steamy kisses with jay are so so hot it’s almost overwhelming 😭 because he is so skilled with his lips it’s hard to keep up with them and all you can do is breathlessly follow along as he takes charge of the kiss

Likes to hold you close whenever ):

Will be the type of boyfriend that will randomly pull you in just so he can latch onto you

You’ll be standing in front of him and he’ll then suddenly pull you in by the waist of just wrap his arms around you

Places a kiss on the back of your neck ):

Your parents love him

so so well mannered and polite

Even if he pretends to be cool and unbothered 99% of the time you get that leftover 1% is all spent up on him being soft for you 🙄

Only in private though!!

But other times he is so down to show you off.

Having such a beautiful partner like you on his arm ??? Wowee

Subtly will boast about you in conversations with his members

Like, ‘oh cool you visited the new bakery? haha y/n brought me a pastry from there like two weeks ago when it first opened lol.’

Learns how to say cheesy things to you in french do you don’t understand it but he is still able to tell you how much you mean to him

‘Je vous aime.’

‘tu représentes le monde pour moi.’

Slow dancing with jay in the dark is a CONCEPT !! It just is okay.

Picks on you a lot tbh lol

Lovingly though ofc !! Only teasing

So many compliments too

Overall just perfect ):

jay best bf

[realcube]

haikyuu!! boys’ reactions to you speaking 💗 uwu💗

characters: tsukishima, ushijima, yaku, kenma & iwazumi

thank you anon for this cute request 💕 idk what i just wrote but i had fun 👍

IWAIZUMI & KENMA’S ARE AGED UP! MUTURE THEMES - MINORS DNI

tw// fluff, swearing, uwu language, cwinge

kenma’s hcs tw// sexual themes, implied switch!reader, phone sex(?), mentions of a blowjob, mentions of punishment

iwaizumi’s hcs tw// breeding kink, fem!reader, orgasm denial

Kei Tsukishima

you realised he didn’t like it so you did it just to annoy him LMFAO

he was scrolling through tiktok and a girl popped up on his fyp talking like that, so he snarled and immediately flicked it away, muttering something along the lines of ‘why do people speak like that? do they think it’s cute? ‘cause it’s really not; it’s just embarrassing.’

so you wasted no time in responding, ‘sowwy? what was that?’

HELL 👏 FIRE

his blood literally ran cold, he was aware that you liked taking the piss but he didn’t expect you to do it to this extent

 ‘what did you just say?’ he murmured, silently praying that he had just misheard you

you rolled your eyes before scoffing ‘nothing.’ you deepened your voice, just playing around at this point tbh

tsukishima hummed in agreement, deciding not to inquire further as he figured that he must’ve heard the echo of the girl’s voice in his head rather than yours

so he was just about go back to scrolling until he heard you coo in a high-pitched from behind him, ‘tsukishima is a lil’ bitch.’

‘(Y/N), FUCKING STOP!’ he let a throaty scream at you

‘you’re so boring, tsukki-’ you spoke, quickly cutting yourself off so you could switch to your uwu voice, ‘or should I say; bowing.’

you said, hopeful that your voice would make it clearing that you meant ‘boring’ rather than the act of playing an instrument with a bow

‘go to hell.’ he grumbled, trying his best to tune you out by pulling his headphones over his ears 

‘babe~’ you purred, shuffling over to him and peppering kisses along the nape of his neck as you were feeling extra evil today, ‘wuv you~’

‘jail.’  tsukishima simply stated as he switched over to Spotify so he could blare some Mother Mother to drown out the sound of your voice

the worst part was that he couldn’t even tell if he liked it or not PFFT

like it was cute but the fact you weaponised it against him annoyed him

but you were also giving him kithes so he couldn’t exactly complain 💞

Morisuke Yaku 

ok don’t even lie yaku does a variant of the uwu voice whenever he’s trying to insult kuroo IUGBEIGVA

it’s something like ‘aww, kuwoo, does your lil’ undewdeveloped bwain not undewstand algebwa?’ but in a mocking way yk?

so when a he watches a lil’ tabby cat approach you on the street, then you busted out the uwu voice that he had never heard before- he was taken aback

at first he was like ‘woah why are you making fun of that cat?’ bc he always associated that voice with ridicule LMFAO

but when he processed all the nice things you were saying he realised that you were being nice lol

so then he was like ‘awwww 🥺 (y/n) + cat = SO FKN CUTE!! 💕💗💖’ *click click* and he just starts taking photos

he probably puts them on his private story with the caption ‘their an angel 😍’

(then kuroo probably replies with ‘they’re*’) (don’t ask why yaku put him on his private story ✋)

anyway, he’s probably so fond of the voice too like ofc he thinks it’s cute

bc it’s a lil’ kitten and you’re talking to it in a high-pitched voice as if it can understand you SO FKN CUTE

he’s not too effected by it tho- it’s mostly how well you get on with the cat that he really admires

then he couched down beside you to talk to the cat too and y’all had a whole conversation with it in uwu

‘aww, look! are you hungwy, baby?’ you asked the cat as it licked the back of it’s paw

‘i think, it is!’ yaku continued, aware that if anybody from school caught him doing this, he’d pass away on the spot but what can he say? he’s soft for you (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

 ‘i have some blueberries in my bag, you can have some if you say please.’ he told the cat

you were both met by the cat’s blank - but adorable - stare, accompanied by silence until the kitten let out a faint, ‘mew’

‘AWWWWWW!!! 💞💕💖🥺👏 ’ you both squealed in unison, impressed by the kitten’s response 

‘it understands us!’ you gasped while applauding the cat for it’s excellent communication skills

‘the voice must work!’ yaku concluded as he scrambled to throw his bag off his back and rummage through it in search of the tub of blueberries

you nodded, watching in awe as yaku pulled out the tub to carefully pick out the plumpest berries and feed them to the cat

yaku noticed your expression out of the corner of his eye and chuckled, ‘what?’

‘you’re so cute.’ you snickered, lighting bopping his nose with your index finger as he continued to allow the cat to feed out of the palm of his hand

a furious blush immediately covered his cheeks as he hastily turned his head away to hide it - in a typical anime fashion, ‘be quiet.’

Kenma Kuzome

it’s a sex thing-- it’s 100% a sex thing

a kink perhaps?

ngl he loves it when you do the voice in bed 

like don’t ask why it turns him on so much

he’s weak for you whenever you do the voice tbh

BUT it’s only hot when you do it 

when any other person does it - especially if it’s over text - he literally gags 🤢🤢🤢

when a streamer he watches does the voice, he’s just thinks ‘ew ✋ that isn’t cute. pls stop.’

but when you do it- boner alert pfft

especially when you moan in that voice yES HE LOVES THAT

you just execute it in a way these other bitches just can’t, okay? 💅 IUERBGFERIBG

he doesn’t mind putting the voice on sometimes if you like it when he does it but he’s really embarrassed by it 🙈

he’ll try to say something in the voice while you’re rearranging his guts for a change and you’re praising him like 👏👏👏 ‘awh, precious kenma bb.i love that voice on you, i might just let you cum early--’

and he’s fucking groaning from pain, pleasure and humiliation 

‘never again.’ was the single coherent thought he could form

you’re only giving like 20% of the time but if you happen to giving on a day that you’re feeling especially evil, you might make him do the voice in exchange for orgasm privileges

but he gets you back for it though 

you’d call him, whining and pleading for him to help you with the throbbing between your legs or at the very least, give you permission to touch yourself

but considering that the day prior, you had tortured his ass to the point were he was now struggling to sit down, ofc he was just like ‘no ❤’ when you ask for his assistance 

even after your continuous begging, he didn’t budge 

‘don’t you dare put your hands on yourself until i get home. i’m leaving right now so i should be back in half an hour but if you keep pestering me like a little bitch, then i’ll be sure to go extra slow on the highway.’

although, for kenma ‘extra slow’ is probably the speed limit lmao

(istg he drives like he’s in mario kart)

however, half an hour was just too long 😩 i mean, you had probably been on call with him for 5 minutes already and it took you 20 minutes to get him to pick up the phone so by now, you were clearly on the brink of madness

‘kitten~’ you whined, desperately trying to think of a way to convince kenma to aid you 

then you remembered; his weak spot

‘pwease, baby?’ you softened and raised the pitch of your voice

kenma perked up as he realised what you were trying to do, the tips of his ears burning, ‘don’t bother to try that with me, (y/--’

‘i’ll suck you off when you come back.’ you promised, keeping the voice on, the aching getting worse and worse by the second

kenma was now partially able to relate to your circumstance as he began to feel a straining of his own, between his legs at your cutesy tone along with the image of the last time you blew him tormenting his mind

‘whatever. but only use your hands. i can tell when you use a toy so don’t even try; or else i’ll dick you down ‘til the sun rises- okay bye.’

atm the moment, that hardly sounded like a punishment but then you reflected back on how you’d be crying for a mercy after the fourth round with kenma so- yeah

anyway, moral of the story, if you perform the voice well enough, it’s basically kenma’s weakness so use it wisely 

Hajime Iwaizumi

you first did the voice in front of him while you had a friend’s baby in your arms and you were trying to communicate with it 

it kinda looked like 

you: hewwo babyy~ who’s the most precious thing? you are! 

the baby: 🤠

the parent: 🙂

iwa: 😶

iwa ON THE INSIDE: breeding kink go brrrr 😩 i want to put a baby in her so bad- she’ll scream my name in that fucking voice tonight

and he was right

cut to him pounding you while demanding that you say his name in ✨the voice✨ or else you won’t be allowed to cum

ofc you had too much pride for that so you just let him dick you down and cum whether he likes it or not but he could tell that was the plan you had in mind so he suddenly pulled out just as you were about to reach your high

he looked at you with a mean scowl, ‘fucking say it or i’ll stop right now.’

if he were to stop, it would kinda be a punishment for him too but he didn’t care- anything to see his lovely gf suffer tbh 😇

also he could get off to you fingering yourself, struggling to orgasm- he’s done it before and he’ll gladly do it again if you don’t say his damn name 

‘iwa..’ you groaned, gripping at the sheets as you anticipated him sliding his cock back into you 

‘in the voice.’ iwaizumi reiterated, delivering a hard smack to the side of your thigh out of annoyance

you hissed at the sharp impact , gulping to lubricate your dry throat before choking out in your best imitation of the voice he desired, ‘iwa~’

he was only half-satisfied with what you uttered but i mean, it got the job done

his dick was throbbing, practically begging for the comfort of your warm cunt once again so he hastily slipped back in, letting out a low groan as he did so

so he’d continue hammer you from behind, probably muttering incoherent things about your babies and your voice while doing so but you chose to pay little attention to it as you couldn’t help but focus on your own intense pleasure

once he finally climaxed, he did it inside you which you wasn’t surprising as y’all had already established that you love being being filled up and he loves filling you up 💕

but then he insisted that y’all go for another few rounds to increase the chance of pregnancy 

like- sir-

you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were on birth control 

bc surely......he would’ve known

but he didn’t

you eventually told him that you had no interest in coming off birth control and he wasn’t mad LMAO he didn’t even want a baby tbh he was just caught up in the moment 

yeah no but if you do the voice again, the cycle will continue

Wakatoshi Ushijima

you were both hanging out in your bedroom, doing your own things, and you were sending your friend a (video) snap so you ironically used the uwu voice

ofc this caught his attention so he shifted his gaze off of his revision sheets and onto you, shooting you a weird look

you couldn’t help but snicker, turning to him and continuing with your little impression, ‘can i hewp you?’ you tried to ask in all seriousness but you couldn’t suppress the smile that was tugging on the corners of your lip

were you a little high? yes

ushijima just blinked rapidly, wondering why you sound like a cuter version of mickey mouse all of a sudden

was it a trend?

or maybe it was for one of those ‘tiktoks’?

either way, ushijima couldn’t help what he said next

‘no. i’m fiwne.’

IUERSBGTOHAROHSGBGFRO

HE SAID IT LIKE ‘fi - whine’ THO

you passed away 💀⚰

‘TOSHI!!!’ you screamed, feeling your soul leave your body

ushijima gasped, thinking that you had just been possessed or sumn, ‘hm?’

once he realised that you were in fact sane, he figured that your reaction must have something to do with his response 

‘did i say something wrong?’ his lips curling into the tiniest of smiles, simply because you looked so joyous so ofc he was he was happy seeing you happy

‘nope! please say it again, toshi! i’m beggin’ ya’

‘no.’

although he loved hearing you laugh more than anything, the man had his limits

ngl he doesn’t mind when you do it - it just doesn’t especially effect him, that’s all

you could just randomly start talking like that during a conversation and he’ll just go from 😐 to 😐

but he gets butterflies when you call him ‘baby’ which is something you usually pickup whenever you put on the voice lol <3

pls call him ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ more he just wants to feel cared for and loved for a change instead of always having to constantly put on a front of ‘big, stoic man with no feeling that you can push around to your hearts content’  around literally everyone. sometimes he just wants to come home and feel like he can actually express himself and be soft without getting ridiculed  

[nyxicnymph]

douxie,,, x reader,,, for valentines,,, pls?

Thank you for requesting, Lovesong! I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish this, life really made me slow.

Pairing: Hisirdoux Casperan/Reader Rating: General audiences/Teen+ Warnings: None, pure fluff. Summary: Douxie knows you're terrible with dates after your little stunt in Limbo, so he invites you to his bookstore for a surprise.

You woke up, rather groggy despite the bright light and clock reading 11:00 AM. Ever since you accidentally fell into Limbo, your sense of time has been permanently. Well. Screwed up.

You rolled out of bed with a grumble, and gently walked into your kitchen. You pulled your phone off of the charger there, and lit up at a text from Douxie. You fumbled a bit to get to the actual message.

'Hey, love, whenever you get around to it, why don't you stop by the shop today? I'm at the bookstore. Hope to see you!'

You set your phone down, and quickly made yourself some breakfast and coffee. Then you ran back to your room and looked through your closet.

You paused indecisively. You weren't much good at the modern fashion trends, and Claire and Aja had picked out most of your closet. So you weren't terribly sure what to wear.

Heck, most days you didn't even leave your house unless you were accompanied by one of Douxie's friends, but that was mostly to keep you and others from having miscommunication issues.

You decided to think about what the other citizens of Arcadia wore, and settled on a simple shirt and skirt combo over leggings. Then you put on a pair of sneakers. They felt weirder on your feet than usual, but you discarded that.

You left your house, only to realize it was very, very cold. SO you went back inside and grabbed a jacket. And your keys.

Finally, you started walking down the street, carefully following the directions given by the phone in your hand. Everyone had made sure you could use the GPS system first thing, so you rarely got lost.

You made it to the bookstore at last. You tried to look inside, but the windows were covered with so many books, objects, and various paraphernalia, that it was hard to see anything.

You walked inside, but couldn't see Douxie anywhere.

"Hello? I made it! Are you here? Did you leave?" You called, the words starting to fall out of your mouth of their own accord.

"Ah, hey, I'm upstairs! Just- Ack!- Hold tight!" Douxie's voiced wafted down, accompanied by a few thumping sounds. "I'm fine!"

You raised an eyebrow at the dubious proclamation, but didn't say anything. You instead walked over to the customer service counter, and waited.

Then, Douxie practically sprinted down the stairs and behind the counter. "Hi."

You raised your eyebrow again. "Hello?"

Douxie looked away with a flush in his cheeks. "I'm hoping you didn't check the date?"

"Oh, no, I didn't. Should I?" You asked, reaching for the phone.

Douxie grabbed your hand to stop you, then quickly pulled away. "Ah! Haha, that's... that's not necessary. Would you... Like to come upstairs with me?"

"Sure."

"Excellent!" He came out from behind the counter, then bowed to her. "My lady, I- Are you wearing shoes without socks?!"

"What?" You looked down at your feet. "Oh. That's why they didn't feel right."

Douxie looked at your shoes with dismay on his face for a few seconds before straightening up and gesturing to the stairs. "After you, my lady."

You nodded and headed up the stairs, Douxie not far behind. As you reached the top step, you stopped and let him catch up. He smiled at you as he did, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Just as kind and soft as he was those centuries ago.

He took your hand again and led you down the hall to a small room. He stopped in front of the door and turned to you.

"After you once more."

You rested your hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and then turned the knob.

A gasp rose in your throat as you took in the heart shaped formation of candles, complete with roses and plates of desserts. Douxie coughed from behind you. You turned towards him to witness his blazing face.

"Well, today is St. Valentine's day, and I was hoping to surprise you. And to tell you about my feelings. You don't have to reciprocate of course but-"

He fell silent as you wrapped your arms around him. "But I do. I love you, too, Hisirdoux."

He laughed in relief. "Oh, thank God."

"I just have one question," you stated as you pulled away.

"Anything, beloved."

"Why," you started, gesturing to the candles, "Did you create a fire hazard in a bookstore?"

"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Douxie grumbled before waving his hand to extinguish the flames and pressing a kiss to your ear.

~fin~

[chaotic-kitty]

Do u still do request? If so Can i request some Nsfw Hc on the main On For the love of gods? Pls? Well feel free to ignore this! I wont force😅😅

Hi!!! I haven’t officially opened up requests (I have been thinking about it though). But I would love to do this!! Thank you for your request, it was fun! Given that the story is only 6 chapter (plus Astrello’s story) it’s a bit hard to get a good, in depth read on them. I kinda ran out of ideas for Eeri in particular as i did a NSFW piece on them already. But i did my best to think of what they’d be like. Anyways, hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes.💕

FOR THE LOVE OF GODS NSFW HEADCANONS!!

WARNINGS: Explicit Content

Astrellio:

Very gentle

Is more into soft sensual s*x.

But he has a mischievous streak that will come out at the most unexpected times.

He will pull you into alleyways/side streets and make out with you. He will start running his hands up your thighs, or down your back just to see how far you will let him go.

If you’re feeling bold, turn the tables on him. Get on your knees. He will literally melt and be putty in your hands.🥵

You know that paid scene were he spends the night with you? That kiss where you experience/see the galaxies through his eyes? That happens a lot when you guys are ✨making love✨it makes the experience that much more intimate.

Trace/count his freckles *cough* stars *cough*. He loves it.

When he’s in in the mood, he just looks at you with his twinkly blush. If you catch him he will just keep on looking away. You will probably have to initiate.

If you consent….he loves finishing inside you….

He has been on his own for so long and hasn’t really had any real relationships….and none of a sexual nature. So for the first few months in particular he gets very excited, very easily.

One of his favourite things to do, is actually just you two lying in bed exploring each other’s bodies. Both sexually and not sexually. He loves the intense intimacy of it. Just running his hands all over you. Learning everything about you and committing all of you to memory.

His hair can get in the way. Y’all have gotten tangled in it multiple times.

Aurelia:

I can see her being in to temperature play.

Run ice cubes over her body. Over all of her sensitive areas.

While doing that, go down on her and edge her…

She will become a hot, whimpering mess🥵

Likes to use her heat powers on you in a similar fashion.

Wax play👀

Tease her!

Especially when y’all are out in public… She finds it thrilling.

She is VERY vocal

She loves when you play with (pull🤭) her hair.

Loves giving oral.

Because of her powers, people are aware if you two are doing the deed, as the immediate area gets lit up by her light and the temperature rises. So if you guys don’t want to be found out, its best to do it at her house where y’all are completely alone.

If you guys spend the night together, she hates having to leave you in the morning to go raise the sun. She is often torn between waking you up to say goodbye or letting you sleep. She doesn’t like the idea of you waking up alone.

Vidas:

Vidas is not just the deity of intellect but also of mischief. They relish in teasing the hell outta you but acting nonchalant about it.

Especially in public!

Being who they are, they know exactly what places to touch and things to say to get you riled up.

When you’re talking to someone, Vidas will come up behind you and whisper the dirtiest things in your ear, or touch you in a way they know will drive you mad! All while paying attention/activity participating in the conversation.

Is more dommy but when they do sub, they are an absolute brat.

Will tie you up and edge you, either with or without toys.

Certified virgin #1.

Doesn’t have any personal experience in s*x.

But they are basically the smartest person in the universe (as well as Eeri). They are very well educated on it. And because of this, they are honestly mind blowing in bed.

Will incorporate many different techniques.

They also have a soft side though. And when this side comes out, they want to do more intimate positions. Like The Face Off or Lotus positions

When they are in the mood. They will get clingy. They will be touching you more then usual. And be kinda quiet.

Eeri:

Certified virgin #2

While Eeri is very knowledgeable on the subject, they haven’t actually had s*x.

Given Eeri’s history, they are probably one of the most touch starved out of all of them.

They do have moments where they are overwhelmed by all of the feelings and emotions. (They can also have moments of intense dysphoria.) When this happens they need you to just hold them, and reassure them.

They have a praise kink.

When you guys are doing the deed, whisper in their ear about how good of a job they are doing ect.

You will be rewarded with some very sweet moans

They also love watching you go down on them. Especially when you look up at them.👀

Pretty vocal.

You will know if they aren’t focused on the activity at hand, because they will start sharing random pearls of wisdom.

As the relationship progresses they get more confident but at the start they are very shy and you will be the one initiating most things.

Calysta:

Has to enchant the bed with her strength after legit breaking it one too many times.

Will use her strength to pin you down (consensually).

Also uses her strength to hold you, effectively, in many different…..positions.😏

Can last quite a few rounds

Loves to be in control. Whether that be topping, or topping from the bottom.

Has a soft spot on her upper thigh, near the junction between her legs. If you bite it or kiss it she will loose all composure.

Likes food play.

Feed her chocolate covered strawberries or tease her by pouring hot melted chocolate on her.

Has a top tier collection of toys that she incorporates without hesitation.

Not too vocal, unless you really rile her up, in which case she will be very loud.

She likes breasts. And you cannot change my mind.

It doesn’t matter if you have like no breasts or huge ones. She will want to touch them, kiss them, ect.

Calysta is the Goddess of Strength. She is legit the strongest person in the universe. She is so scared of accidentally hurting you. Will definitely be very gentle.

Leonidas:

Massage play~

He works out religiously and even though he is a deity he can still get muscle cramps ect. He loves when you give him a massage. Heat the oils up to make things more interesting.

My man has a size kink.

If you’re shorter than him, he will use his height to his advantage. If you’re standing near a wall, he will come up and box you in. Or he will come up behind you with his arms thrown around you and hold you there.

(All consensually though. He will not do anything you dont like.)

But if you’re taller than him?

Oh dear gods, he will be incredibly turned on!

He is used to being the tallest.

You use your height against him? Congrats! You’ve just turned the God of Stamina into a hot, blushy mess.

Peg him! Literally peg him! He loves the feeling so much.

Likes it when you take control.

He also enjoys softer s*x.

General Headcanons:

All of them love you dearly. They are unbothered if you have any scars, stretch marks, and so forth.

They also do not care about your body type either. If you’re smaller? That’s okay! If you’re bigger? That’s great! They love you, all of you.

If you have:

Freckles- They will count them and press soft kisses on them.

Scars- They will ask about them and if you’re comfortable, trace them with their fingers. If you don’t like them or they hold bad memories they will do their best to make sure you’re okay and comfortable.

Tattoos- They will ask about why you chose them. If it hurt, ect. They subconsciously trace them especially when y’all are in bed.

Stretch marks- They are unbothered by them honestly. They know that people grow. Leonidas would definitely have some. If you are insecure about it, they will reassure you and press soft smooches all over them.

They are all honestly Touch Starved!

Once you start a relationship with them that becomes very obvious. They are all very touchy with you. Often they will have an arm around your waist or a hand on your shoulder.

[mercy-burning]

Mercy’s WIP List

Here’s a running list of all the works I have in progress! We all know I can’t schedule anything to save my life because I get sidetracked and I’m indecisive as hell, so this way I (and you!) can keep track of everything I have in the works. It’s also important to note that the titles and descriptions of these WIPs are subject to change the more I work on them!

SFW

Shooting Stars || Spencer x fem!Reader; fluff/angst — Y/N thinks she’s finally met the man of her dreams, but it looks like he already has someone else on the mind. (Inspired by Right Guy Wrong Time by Tenille Arts)

A Flash of Time || Spencer x fem!Reader; angst/bittersweet ending — Years have passed since Y/N and Spencer broke up. One day they bump into each other at a park and decide to reminisce.

NSFW

Star Street || Spencer x fem!Reader; fluff/smut — Spencer can’t seem to get the cute, flirty waitress from the Star Street Cafe out of his head.

Exposure || therapist!Spencer x fem!Reader; pure smut — After a negative sexual experience has derailed her life, Y/N’s therapist is determined to help her find her footing again.

Caretaker || Spencer x fem!Reader; smut — Spencer’s giant crush on Y/N only grows tenfold when she’s seven months pregnant.

Dream Come Two || Emily x fem!Reader x Spencer; pure smut — Y/N wants to have some fun with her and her adorably submissive-looking co-worker.

Loveless || Spencer x fem!Reader; angst, minor smut — After a one-night stand causes unexpected pregnancy, Spencer and Y/N get married out of convenience. But are they really in love?

Sipped Her Like An Old Fashioned || Elle x fem!Reader; pure smut — Elle and Y/N take the opportunity to get in some much-needed one-on-one time.

Warm & Sweet || sugar baby!Spencer x fem!Reader; fluff, smut — After a rather grueling day at work, Spencer comes over to visit his one true source of comfort.

Firsts || Spencer x fem!Reader: fluff, vague smut — Vignettes that chronicle a lifetime full of firsts between Spencer and Y/N.

New Light || Spencer x fem!Reader; smut, humor? — One morning, Y/N wakes up to a scream and a pounding on her door. When she goes to see who’s making all the noise, she finds what she least expected: Herself.

Wildflower || Chip x fem!Reader; fluff, smut — After spending years travelling from city to city, Chip stumbles into a small town where the local open mic performer sweeps him off his feet.

Don’t Be A Stranger || Spencer x fem!Reader; smut — Spencer and Reader shared a rather intimate moment before he was taken away to prison. Now, after he’s been released and plenty of time has passed, the two dance around each other until they give in once more.

Bad Date || Spencer x fem!Reader; smut — After the events of Entropy, Reader comes home to find her roommate rather frazzled after a so-called ‘bad date’. She aims to make him feel better.

Come Home (TITLE PENDING) || Spencer x fem!Reader; angst, smut (otherwise known as SMANGST) — Reader and Spencer are in the process of getting a divorce... So why do they keep coming back to each other?

TITLE PENDING || Spencer x fem!Reader; smut — Re-write of Truth or Dare, where Reader and Spencer avoid each other at Rossi’s wedding and try to sort everything out

Wicked, Beautiful Things || Eddie Munson x fem!Reader; smut — Reader is Eddie’s tutor, she’s crushing on him hard... it’s lots of fun hehehe

Diamonds (TITLE PENDING) || John Wick x fem!Reader; smut, fluff — Just fluffy, smutty goodness with Reader and a very doting John Wick

ONGOING SERIES (all NSFW)

Losing You Twice (Parts 3, 4, 5, and 6)

Summer of Sin (Your Favorite Bonus Chapter)

Fake Fiancée Part 4

A Little Familiar (chapters November-October, Again)

Something LIke That (Chapters 4-?)

Exposure Part 2

UPCOMING SERIES (pls don’t ask me when they’ll come out, i have no clue alksdjflkdjf)

Project Parabellum || Spencer x fem!Reader; NSFW; enemies to lovers, fake dating, bodyguard trope — A cult leader, who Spencer put away years ago on a secret project, breaks out of prison, putting his life in danger. And who better to protect him that Secret Service Agent Y/N Y/L/N?

Songbird || Spencer x fem!Reader; NSFW, tons of angst — Reader is an aspiring musician, she and Spencer have a complicated relationship turned friendship turned pining MESSES

[sakurayumeno]

Hope I got the goth parts right!   ~(>_<。)＼

Joseph, Luca, Naib, Norton with a modern goth S/O + playing video games

Joseph

He thinks someone died

But don’t get mad at him, because that was the only reason people would wear full black back then

He thinks it’s nice nevertheless, but he likes the Victorian and lolita/ ouji style the most because he’s the most familiar with the fashion

Listen, mans was alive around the 18th century. He probably don’t even know what moving pictures are yet, so just the concept of video games alone leaves him awestruck

“You mean to tell me that moving pictures EXIST in the future? And in color??”

You don’t even have to convince him at this point, he just so eager to try it out

He jumps at the first sound that comes from the game. He’s all like, “S/o, did you hear that? Where did it come from?” “Joseph, it was the game.”

He literally cannot handle fast-paced games, his reaction times are so slow despite having them being fast in real life. Even Mario Kart is too hard for him

Video games are the coolest thing ever in his opinion, but can’t play them for the life of him

Luca

He thinks the goth style is very unique. He’s rarely seen anyone wear dark clothing because they want to

Zaps anyone who makes rude comments about it

You deserve to dress however you want without being judged and people need to realize that

Surprisingly really good at rhythm games. You could put him on the hardest level and he’d get through it as if it were on easy mode

His favorite type of games are interactive and, of course, rhythm games. Rhythm games keep his brain active and interactive games... let’s just say he likes to experiment with them

First playthrough is neutral, he chooses what he would do in the situation. The ones after are either chaotic or too good. He would choose all the bad options and then choose all the good options next playthrough

Doesn’t play the games often, though. He’s still got his inventions to work on. Maybe he’ll try to make his own video game

Asks to takes apart the game to see how it works

Doesn't understand CDs, how can a flimsy piece of plastic hold so much stuff??

Naib 

Doesn’t mind one bit that you’re goth, if you wear those boots with the belt decorations, he’d go ‘Oh look, we match.’

Kind of frustrated that he doesn’t have any goth costumes and yet he has a matching costume with Martha. Like bruh if he wanted a matching costume, give it to his s/o pls

Call him soft, but he prefers playing games that include you. Not competitively or anything, just ones where you two can work together

He’d enjoy games like Minecraft or Stardew Valley where he could live his little domestic video game life with you

If you teach him how to make food in either games, neither of you will ever go hungry

You could be mining or somethin’ and he would go sprinting to find you. You would be so confused until he whips out a cake and says, “I made us a cake, eat it before it gets cold. <3″ “Naib, I’m at full hunger-”

You bet he’d walk up to you in Minecraft and shyly ask to place his bed next to yours

If any mob or enemy were to come up to the two of you, he’d kill it before it could even touch you. No one’s hurting his partner

Norton

“Does my Mr. Mole costume count as goth”

Has a vague understanding of what goth is when you explain it. He thinks that anyone who wears black is goth, even if it’s just a one-time thing

He would love if you guys could match, mainly with the Mr. Mole costume since he has no other black outfits (I mean wanderer is also one, so if you want to dress up as a vampire, go for it)

If ya’ll ever seen that meme where the guy goes easy on their friend in a game and the friend says, ‘Wow. Guess I’m better than you at your own game!’ and the guy goes all serious after, that would summarize your guys’ gaming experience to a ‘T’

Tries his hardest to be better than you, but not in a mean way. He just wants to impress you

He is a noob, but don’t call him that, he won’t know what that is lol

Prone to rage-quit after so many losses

He’ll appreciate it if you gave him some pointers and he’ll actually use them. He may be on par with you after a while

For competitive games, he enjoys Street Fighter and Super Smash Bros. His favorite would have been Mortal Kombat if it weren’t so gory, though

[twary]

Some OC content

i-im not sure if i will keep going with this, but right now i'm really excited about Fulmine...;u;

I don't have a story for her yet, B U T soon I will think of something!...(I guess).

I'd like to remember that all the drawing and writing part was made by me, so please don't use as if u have made it.

Warning: a little language at part 5

Well, I wanted u to know more about Fulmine's personality, just because yes.

Fulmine initially was made for fit in Golden Wind, but I get exited and made more clothes for her, like if she was made for the other parts too ya know? (here I will write about part 1-5) Oh! I also has made some chibis of Fulmine 'cause she looked too serious in the previous drawn, she's just timid, be patient with her sulky face pls🥺

And I've done a sheet about her

*not my authority, just found randonly*

Now, let's get started~

Phantom Blood (part 1)

I though a little about how Fulmine would act, and I think she wold be friends with both Erina and Speedwagon!

Speedy 'cause she was raised near the Ogre street because of the bad economic situation of her family (mom and dad), one day she ended up meeting Speedwagon, who was a friend of her dad, they built a good friendship! He though that she was a kind young lady and needed protection in that streets, so he stayed by her side. Some time passed until a distant relative suddenly fall dead, for Fulmine's family luck, the entire patrimony was left for her by some unknown reason. Well, with that money they ended up buying a big house in the noble area, that's how she meet Erina, a sweet girl whose lived near by the new house, she become very friendly with Fulmine's gentle family, both of the girls had a similar heart, so they ended up becoming very close friends.

Oh, about the powers in jojo series...in part 1 Fulmine is just a normal human, no vampire powers, no hamom and no stand, just a average girl.

Nooooow let's talk about the clothes!~

Well, Phantom Blood take place in 1880, I've searched for some female clothing reference, but all I found was "ballroom" dresses, I ended up picking something more simple but at the same time elegant.

Battle Tendency (part 2)

Well, for that part 2 I've thought about Fulmine being Joseph's childhood friend.

Her home country was Italy, but because of her dad's work, they had to go to London, where she meet Joseph.

That occurred when Fulmine lost her kitty, she was crying in front of her house when Joseph passed by, he was somehow affected by her sad face...He ended up asking what was wrong, after knowing about the little kitty he just ran away. That's make her think that she could be annoying the people near and who passed by, so she rushed back in the house.

Late that night someone climbed the tree near her bedroom window and knocked, she was surprised, is that guy, with her kitty on hands!

He just smiled and hands the kitty for Fulmine while saying "Joseph, or Jojo, at your service, little dumbass lady" with a light laugh, she automatically answered with a big smile "My name is Fulmine and the kitty's name is Luna! We both thank you!". After that they never leave each other side...until the day that Fulmine's dad needed to go back to Italy.

After that they never heard about each other again...Fortunately some years later Joseph needed to go to the Italy to train his hamom, so they will finally see each other again!

Fulmine doesn't have any kind of power in that part too.

Oooooh I love that part! The clothes!

London, 1938s women fashion, simple, soft and feminine.

I've made Fulmine's clothes very cute and simple for that part. In 1938 womans used dresses below the knee that valued their waist and fall lightly in the body, but I don't think that suits Fulmine's personality, so I get inspired by the girls clothing for this drawn.

Stardust Crusaders (part 3)

Well, i think that the mostly probable person for Fulmine to be friends is Kakyoin, since both of they are introverts, like games and art and grew up basically alone...they would treasure that friendship. (Oh, in that part fulmine already have Mr.Fear).

I think they wold meet when a teacher put both of them to work together on a project, Fulmine would take the first step, probably noticing some draws on his notebooks or a little ink stain and asking about it, like "Noriaki isn't it? May I ask a question if you don't mind...Are you into art? i noticed some pretty good drawings on your notebook...N-not that I'm trying to sneak into it!"

Kakyoin wold just blush lightly and smile a little while looking down at his drawings "Actually yes, I like that kind of stuff..." he ups his head and look at her eyes "...Fulmine". She wold just stop working and blush automatically, she found cute that he knows her name even that they never talked to each other before.

I think that they wold probably start talking about they likes and dislikes, they favorite games, they drawing style and maybe even show each other their stands! They wold totally forget about the project in that day. Both of they are really happy to know more about each other, Fulmine hopes that this precious friendship grow even more.

Well, well, well, since they are in the school Fulmine wears a simple Japanese uniform, but obviously she personalized it a little...

Diamond is Unbreakable (part 4)

Ok, so in that part I'm pretty sure that Fulmine wold be friends specially with Mikitaka and Yukako. Mikitaka 'cause since he's an alien Fulmine will certainly get mega ultra super curious about it, she loves the sky, the stars and everything that is hidden in it, so she would ended up staying with him almost the whole time! Asking various questions, making him experience new things and then see his reaction, seeing in how many things he can change into and various other things...I think that Mikitaka would find that funny and cool, they will be veeery friends. Well, Yukako because of Fulmine's possessive behavior towards who she thinks is precious for her, they would probably help each other on approach the person who they love and sleepover on each other's house to talk about how their loved one means the world.

"Spoiler": Fulmine's loved one would be Josuke, since she think that he is sooooo precious, cool, pretty and very powerful but at the same time cute...she wants to play games with him, listen to his music collection for all day long and give the world's love to her diamond boy...Hope he don't run away, she really loves him and mean well!

C l o t h e s~

For that one I get inspiration by Yukako's uniform, since Fulmine is in her class too.

Obviously she gave it a little more of style.

Golden Wind (part 5)

Look, I think how it would be if she was in Passione but I also think how would be in La Squadra, so this one is a little extensive...(I got exited again, sorry)

Passione

Well, Bucciarati would probably see Fulmine, while he passes by, using her stand to blow up something random just for fun or for earning some money with her "magic trick" in the streets, since she doesn't have parents or a work for sustain her.

He feels that she doesn't mean bad and see how her stand is powerful and will approach her friendly...She is surprised that he can actually see Mr.Fear and will start asking soooo much questions! Bruno tell her that he will answer just if she follow him to the Olive Garden...Fulmine hesitate for a while, but ended up going to that place with that man.

They arrive the door when he says "Bruno Bucciaratti" with honey words. She faces him with a "huh?" before understanding.

He politely asks for her name.

He opens the door for her, just to Fulmine find the signification of the world c h a o s

Five guys, two of them are screaming with each other, one is trying to calm down the guy who is screaming about the four slices of cake in the table and the last one is with a headphone just pretending that nothing is happening.

That's when Bucciarati clears his throat "Please, stop making all that mess and meet Fulmine Chiara, I think she is very talented and would help."

They stay quiet for a moment, the blonde one with pink clothes gets up "Giorno Giovanna, it's a pleasure, bella." His pretty green eyes meet her's.

She know this is just proper manners but still blush while nods her head.

"Oi Giorno! don't get all selfish here!" Interrupt the one with a strange hat "Guido Mista here" he says while strangely stares at Fulmine.

She turns her head to face the dark purple haired guy

"Oh, you wanna know about me? Then tell Fugo to stop being a dick!"

"Just if you stop being arrogant and present yourself, dumbass!" The blonde guy with green clothes answered while hitting the other in the head with a book that was in his hands.

"OUCH! THAT HURTS, YA KNOW?" he turns he face at Fulmine "I'm Narancia Ghirga".

"Fugo Panaccotta" the blonde says in sequence.

She turns to the last one, who seems that not even noticed her. Bucciarati speak up again with a lightly smile "Leone please, be gentle with our little lady, will you?"

With a sigh he get his headphones off and look at her with some annoyed face "Leone Abbacchio."

Bucciaratti notices Fulmine's discomfort "Don't worry, they're always like this" he says with a soft smile

Somehow that comforts a little, but she didn't get what the hell is going to happen forward now. She just knows that nothing will be the same and that makes her really excited!

As time goes by, Fulmine get closer with everyone, especially with Fugo and Narancia, since her personality is a "mix" of their.

Since Bucciarati is the Capo, she tries to help him in everything she can, sometimes she gets mad at him 'cause he just don't stop working! she senses when he is stressed and manages to get him to do something else as having a tea with Fulmine's cupcakes, chit-chat, watch some movies. She loves cook for him, especially sweets! Fulmine really cares about him.

You always can find Fulmine with Giorno in some garden watering the flowers, picking some for decoration and observing the butterflies and the ladybugs. They really like to spend that time with each other, seems very simple but is full of joy, sometimes Giorno do a crown of flowers for Fulmine, that make she thinks that he is a charming gentleman.

Omg, Fulmine just LOVE the Sex Pistols, they're always with her! They always eat together, she loves to cook for them and feed them. Mista usually get jealous, she thinks it's very cute, so she manage to cook some sweets for him too. He like to train the aim with her, since Devil's Advocate is a little unstable, Fulmine needs a lot of training. Unexpectedly they have a lot of fun training, sometimes they just forget about it and laugh at some random joke or just chit-chat all day long while their stands play along with each other.

Narancia is the best company, they're always laughing, reading comics together with some ice-cream and watching some horror movies! (they hide the fear at first, but when the jumpscare comes they scream, at night they're already panicking, so they sleep with the lights on or in the sofa with each other for better protection against monsters). Narancia thinks it's very fun to help Fulmine cook! Sometimes Fulmine tries to teach him math, but she just sucks at math too, so she give up easily. Sometimes Narancia tries to impress Fulmine with Aerosmith, making him do flips and fly around her, sometimes he even scouts her.

Fulmine loves to spend her time with Fugo, it's always relaxing. They read books together then discuss about it while drinking some tea, in the evening they go to some art gallery and talk about the paintings and the sculptures, maybe later they will try to reproduce them on their own style. Some times they do a little picnic in the garden to read and enjoy each other's company!Since Fulmine sucks at math, Fugo try to teach Narancia and she together, but this always ends up with Narancia and Fulmine laughing and making jokes while Fugo just sigh in a signal of redemption and lightly laugh with them too. You can tell that Fulmine's presence make Fugo more soft somehow.

Well, Fulmine knows that Abbacchio don't sleep much, so when she can't sleep as well she just take a wine bottle and go to his room. They get drunk together while listening Abbacchio's favorites musics and start to talk shit, laugh about something random and sometimes they even dance together and sing along! They do this until their energy is over, then they just sleep where they fall. In the morning they wake up and laugh a little about what they talked last night and their silly dances. Sometimes Fulmine cooks something for Abbacchio breakfast, since he can be a little nauseous. At first he seemed to be so cold and closed, she never thought that they would be so close, not even in her craziest dreams, but she is very happy that Abbacchio is more than that!

La Squadra

Some minor mafia members have sawn Fulmine using her stand to earn some money in the streets from people who think she was doing just a magic trick blowing some stuff.

At this point Fulmine never sawn another stand user, until the mafia members approach her, they sayed that they can see Mr.Fear and showed her their stands, she was surprised!

They tell Fulmime that her power could be useful for the Italian Mafia, and then she doesn't have to use her stand for doing "tricks" and earn some miserable cents. With that, she accepted the offer and followed them to an unknown place.

After some time, the mafia started using Fulmine for minor missions, for prove that she was strong like her stand. They get intrigued by the power of easy destruction and instant kill.

After some months Fulmine gained more prominence and grew in the Mafia, so one day they presented she to a high-ranking group called "La Squadra Di Esecuzione".

Fulmine was unsure about her own powers and capacities, but she decided to give it a try...

Some days later she was sent to a private place to talk to the leader of the group, someone called Risotto.

She was by the door, it's the last chance to turn away, before she can think about it any longer someone opens the door, without the chance to think twice she headed in.

A tall guy with silver hair and black clothes stands there "...Please sit" he tells while pushing a sit for her. She just node her head in a signal of gratitude and sits.

"So..." he says while taking a sit by the other side of the desk "I heard a lot about you, Fulmine" when her name leaves him lips he look at her, he has a piercing look that could cut her in half, but still are pretty eyes.

"Y-yea, it's a pleasure Risotto, sir" Fulmine was scared, was anxious.

"I hope you're taking this seriously. You'll stay here for some days until we send you to a mission that will decide if you belong here or not" Him words are somehow harsh and calm at the same time.

He makes a head signal for her to get up and follow him, he opened the door behind his sit for her.

Six guys in a large room with a table on the center, she can hear some whispers, some of them involve her name.

Risotto speaks up "You all already know about her. Her name is Fulmine Chiara, she will stay here for a time until i give her mission, she is in our care for now"

The six guys stare at you, one of them has a little sweetness in his eyes. "Present yourselves" Risotto says.

The guy with the sweet stare talks first "I'm Pesci, it's a pleasure" After that, he just leaves. Fulmine can say that he is trying to be kind.

The lavender haired guy approaches Fulmine and place a lightly kiss on her hand "I'm really happy to see you there, it's really a pleasure, my bella" he upper his head and meet Fulmine's eyes with a look that spill lust "I'm Melone" he talks softly.

"Fuck off, that's disgusting" her eyes turns at the blue haired guy who said that while leaving

"Huh, always cold isn't you, Ghiaccio?" Melone said in a joking tone while walking away slowly.

"Another one? Now we have to take care of that brat?" Fulmine turns her head just to find out that the guy who sayed that was with half of his body inside a mirror. He sighs and complete "Illuso. Hope you don't be annoying for us" He says and enter in the mirror, he's nowhere to be seen.

"Just don't get in our way" while leaving the blonde also says his name "Prosciutto"

The guy with an orange jacket says "Heh, it's not that annoying to see a female face from now on! I'm Formaggio, see ya later, bella"

Formaggio leaves the room too, leaving Fulmine alone again with Risotto, who was standing there watching everything. "Let's go now to your room, shall we?" He leads the way for a long hallway, he stops in the last door and opens it for she "Make yourself comfortable" With that he closes the door behind her and leaves.

Fulmine automatically throws herself in the bed, she thoughts just don't stop "where the fuck i put myself aaaaaaat?!"

Some days later with everyone treating her with indifference, she was finally sent to a mission, for a member of La Squadra, it's a simple file burn, sure, she already have killed, but Fulmine never get that anxious.

Well, her stand was really useful for La Squadra, now she's in. But, at least for now, Fulmine has a little burden on conscience.

Times goes by, and Fulmine gain the trust of her teammates more and more, proving her loyalty, power, courage and strength.

To the Fulmine's own surprise, those closest to her were, specially, Ghiaccio and Illuso.

Fulmine knows that Risotto just don't stop working, she tries to get some of his time for himself, but that rarely works, so she just take another way. She cook all his meals and make sure that he is eating properly and having at least 8 hours of sleep, she always bring him some tea in the evening, make a massage on his shoulders for stress relief and, when he accepts her help, she helps with the paperwork. It's very rare fot they to spend time together, but when he manages to get some they usually spend a lovely evening eating some sweets that Fulmine done just for him, they're shaped in Mettalica form, this always makes him smile, even if it's just a little. Fulmine really likes that rare moments when Risotto shows his precious smile, she hopes that he get some time for himself...He deserve it a lot!

Picnics? Watching shows? baking sweets? This calls for Pesci! Fulmine loves spend time with him, for her, he is the kindest one. It's not rare to see they together while doing chores, they put a music on and sing along, the chores tends to end up in laughs and the two of them dancing together! Fulmine is very happy that she can bring a smile on his face, she knows that everyone is harsh to him, so it's really priceless see him smile of pure joy! Specially 'cause he seems to be very insecure of himself, so she will make he smile everyday.

When Fulmine head to her room is rare to not see Melone in there, in the beginning Fulmine jumped out of her skin, but now she already know that he's waiting for her, usually she ever bake cupcakes to share with him. He is the perfect person to talk about absolutely anything, he always got Fulmine's back. She can't deny that he's a pervert, Melone have already tried a move on Fulmine a several times, but she still think that he means well. She found cute when he enthusiastic says "Di molto!" she can cuddle him all day long.

Even that Ghiaccio is a short-temper, Fulmine managed, somehow, to make him softer. They're almost the whole time together, even if they're doing absolutely nothing, the company of each other is just perfect. In the hot days he make sure to be close to her so he can make the temperature more comfortable. She insists on cooking snowflakes shaped cookies for him, he always blushes. In some boring evenings Ghiaccio uses to take Fulmine for a ride on his car, is just too relaxing riding around in the sunset with the breeze hitting you softly and let the music of the radio talk for you. One day Ghiaccio took Fulmine for ice skating, she can't stand once, he had to hold her hand the whole time, he blushes hard but stay with that usual smug face. Fulmine just loves that they're this close and want that to grow more and more!

The best part of Fulmine's day is when Illuso take her to the mirror world, at first he was SO annoying, but now he's here, letting Fulmine brush his hair. Some times when Fulmine is passing by a mirror he just pushes her inside and attack her with tickles, that's more usual than it seems. He even let her borrow some of his expensive beauty products. She loves to cook him breakfast and leaves it at the front of her room's mirror, since first thing he do in the morning is checking on her. Sometimes he gets her into the mirror world and take her anywhere she wants, but generally is with a condition. He always teases Fulmine with everything he can, he thinks her angry face is cute. She loves him so much, she can and will spend all day long in the mirror world with him, she usually cook some sweets for they to share in there!

Prosciutto and Fulmine usually read books together, he's the perfect company for a calm day...For a assassin, he is very cultured. They can spend all day just chatting with each other about the most diversified things. Some rare times he invites Fulmine to a theater, if she insists enough, maybe they'll do a little performance later that night who will make he laugh afterwards. They also enjoy to cook together sometimes. He seemed very serious in the beginning, well, he really is, but when she knew him deep enough he's a true gentleman. She loves his laugh so much, is just priceless to make him smile!

Okay, Formaggio is just the BEST! Fulmine loves to be shrunk and stay in his pocket, he also loves to have a little Fulmine on his hands, it's so cute! He always gave her dolls costumes to wear, it's just perfect for both! When she is her normal size Formaggio uses his stand to shrunk something that Fulmine likes to make a keychain for her. Just like Melone, Formaggio have tried to make a move several times, he can't help it, she's so lovely and cute with him! Well, actually she is like that with everyone. Sometimes they are watching some random TV show and then just fall asleep in each other's shoulder. Fulmine thinks that Formaggio is funny and kind, she treasure him very much!

Ok ok, now, finally, the clothes

Well, Idk how to explain my inspiration, but it certainly comes a little from Dio's outfit

DUDE, THAT TAKE ME AT LEAST FIVE DAYS HELP

omg, I really got exited about part 5 iM SORRY

I will post more content soon, just have to take some inspiration or something to write about.