#quick cheque

[lemonhemlock]

I did not get into Game of thrones when it first started airing. In fact, I waited until it was long past it's heyday (around s6 or 7) to check it out because the marketing and the conversation surrounding it misled me into thinking it was nothing more than "grimdark" bullshit. As one famous YouTuber sarcastically called it "hot fantasy that fucks." So, I avoided Martin's work for literal years due to the impression that I got from online reactors and show-only casuals who did as you and a few others have described as his work being fundamentally misinterpreted.

Fortunately, I overcame my hang-ups, purchased the books (even the supplementary material) and fell down an entire rabbit hole of ASOIAF which led me to recognizing that this world he spent decades creating is far more complex than what had been portrayed onscreen. Regardless of the possibility of the books remaining unfinished (which I am fine with, personally), what George has created is a genuine work of art that I imagine took a tremendous amount of time and energy. So, for so many people online to behave like children and throw tantrums because they feel entitled to him (ew) instead of ushering forth more reasonable conversations and legitimate debates about the nature of his situation frankly makes me look at this fandom with a heavy dose of skepticism.

It is truly baffling to hear even professional critics and see articles describing George as being "ungrateful" or "unprofessional" when it has been well-documented just how often authors get locked out of the adaptation process and left to the wayside as consultants. Look at what happened to Rick Riordan and Christopher Paolini! George R.R. Martin is not the only author to have qualms with how a multimillion dollar studio has mishandled his creative work, and to act like he should remain silent just because he's amassed a certain degree of wealth is quite frankly, ridiculous. He shouldn't have to settle down, be grateful, and stay quiet because the greedy corporate executives and their media drones will get offended by actual criticism that could alter the perception of the adaption being revealed as mediocre for having departed from the source material.

TLDR: authors should be allowed to speak up about their art being sacrificed for commercialization.

Thank you so much for this message, anon! This needs to be talked about more, because I don't think a lot of commentators truly understand the vulgar, late-capitalistic sheen that seems to set in and slowly poison any ASOIAF adaptation. It honestly baffles me how quick some members of this fandom are to rush to the defense of, what is essentially (let's not be kidding ourselves here), a cashgrab by a giant corporation to the detriment of the actual artist and the actual creative foundation behind it.

Why else would "MAX" (if that is even their name) make another (or several other) ASOIAF adaptations? Not to stay true to any philosophical aesthetic vision, as it has become more than apparent with Season 2, but to increase shareholder profits by appealing to the lowest common denominator. Even the basic premise has been shifted in order to address popular trends and satisfy the mindless consumer that doesn't want to engage with anything deeper than their favourite tropes, prettily packaged:

from a story about a doomed ouroborous family superimposed on the pitfalls of feudalism, with villainy and heroism to be found on both sides, it has been simplified and reduced to a narrative that exalts white feminism and disqualifies anyone who opposes its girlboss protagonist. This is Sheryl Sandberg's version of Fire and Blood.

Truly, I think Sara Hess did (unintentionally) outline it the best: "civilians don't matter in Game of Thrones". They don't matter in Game of Thrones, but they matter in A Song of Ice and Fire. The entire heart of the series is contained in Septon Maribald's speech. The writers "kind of", must have forgotten, though.

[indelen]

I'm fairly certain that Loki's story in the MCU is done in terms of character evolution, but I do think he was situated in a way that means he can pop up effectively anytime as a plot device whenever writers need one (and I'm fairly certain Tom will always be down for a cameo). Which is interesting with Young Avengers obviously being lined up.

Like imagine Loki being somehow instrumental to forming a second team of Avengers, but this time the intent and context is completely different. Not a villain to rally against, but a god guide though time and space? The irony of it, the circularity.

[okawarihappylife]

cheque mate com um soju mmmmmmmmmmm

[achilles-rage]

Close To You

summary: buck takes you out to a nice restaurant, then you spend the night at his place; as close to each other as possible.

word count: 5.0k

request: @dreams-encapsulated-in-glamour - So I have a request, if possible! So it’s basically romantic!buck but he’s obsessed with making both you and him cum, like finishing together multiple times throughout the session if that makes sense, with aftercare too!

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, it was so fun to write. also i definitely got a bit carried away, my bad lol. i really like how this turned out, so i hope you enjoy<33

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ Only!

You smile widely at Buck when you open your front door, your eyes trailing down his suit-clad figure before you lean in to give him a quick kiss.

“This is last minute. What have you got planned tonight, Buckley?” you tease with a raised brow as he takes one of your hands in his and guides you to do a spin for him. He uses this time to let his eyes roam your body, taking in your pretty blue dress and the way it allows him to see every dip and curve of your body. His pretty girl.

“Just wanted to take you out for dinner. Is that a crime?” he says when you’re turned to face him again, teasing you right back and then pulling you both together. He guides your hand up to his shoulder, and then both of his hands grab your hips as he steps into your apartment, and he gives you another, deeper kiss. 

Honestly, he had a close call at work today, and it made him want to see you more than anything. And what better way to spend time with you than by treating you to a nice dinner?

“I guess not. Unless we don’t get dessert, then it’s most definitely a crime.” you reply when you pull away from the kiss, biting your lip as you look up at him with wide eyes. He chuckles, eyes studying your pretty face for a moment before he replies. God, he’d give you anything you asked for.

“Come on, I’m not a monster.” he teases, giving you a wink. You laugh softly, then begrudgingly part from him to grab your purse on your kitchen counter. Buck waits in the entryway, holding the door open as he watches you, and then you’re out the door and on your way down Buck’s jeep. 

You feel giddy as he drives to the restaurant, and he can feel the way your leg is bouncing as he keeps his hand firmly on your thigh. The movement makes your dress ride up your thigh ever so slightly, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Buck, but he tries to ignore it for now. He’s taking you for dinner first. 

You’ve been wanting to go to this new restaurant for months, but reservations are almost impossible to get; you’re not even sure how Buck managed to swing a last-minute reservation.

He acts like a perfect gentleman the whole night; not like you’re not completely used to that treatment from him, but the amount of effort he’s putting into this impromptu date night is making your whole body feel hot. You’re sure that if you weren’t surrounded by strangers right now, you’d be on top of him. 

It started with him opening your car door and helping you into the jeep, then telling you how gorgeous you looked at least four times on the way to the restaurant, then it was pulling out your chair for you, and then it was him insisting on paying for the entire meal. You tried to tell him that you should at least pay for dessert – even though all you have in your purse is your lip gloss and your phone, but it’s the thought that counts – but he shoots you down immediately. 

“I’m paying. It’s not your job to worry about paying for dates.” is all he says as he grabs the cheque, and you’re now completely sure that you’d be on top of him if it weren’t for being in public.

“What’s got you like this tonight?” you ask once you’re back in the jeep, the street lights illuminating Buck’s face every few seconds as you look over at him.

He squeezes your thigh twice as he glances over at you, an innocent smile on his face. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you all night, and it feels like torture to have to stare at the road until he gets you back to his place.

“Like what?” he asks, and you tilt your head to the side, your eyes narrowing even though there’s still a small smile on your face.

“I don’t know; nice dinner, getting all dressed up. I mean, you’re usually like this, but not this much.” you say and he sighs, shrugging. He doesn’t want to worry you, but he knows he’ll have to tell you eventually; he’s never been able to keep much from you. 

“Just wanna spend time with my girl.” he tries first, and when your eyes narrow more, he tries again. “I just had a bit of a close call at work today. Nothing major, but I just wanted to do something with you, I don’t know.”

Your eyes soften at his words, and although you’re worried about how close this call really was, you know that it’s part of the job, and that he’s made it home safe today either way.

You grab his hand off of your thigh and squeeze it, then bring it up to your lips to kiss the back of his hand. He smiles over at you, and he feels the blush on his cheeks at the tender moment. 

“I love you.” is all you say when you meet his gaze for a split second. He hums softly as he looks back at the road, finally pulling onto his street.

“I love you. So much.” he replies.

When you get to his building, it’s like a switch flips. The second the elevator doors close, your lips meet each other’s, and he’s pulling you in by the hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

Both of your hands start to wander as the elevator brings you to his floor; both of your breathing growing laboured and soft whines escaping your lips as you both fight the urge to rip the other’s clothes off.  When you hear the faint dinging, you part begrudgingly, both panting as Buck takes your hand again and leads you to his door.

As he unlocks his door, you wrap your arms around his torso from behind, running your nails up and down the thin fabric of his dress shirt. You can’t help the soft giggle that tumbles from your lips when he drops his keys and lets out a rough “fuck;” his hands shaking so much in anticipation for what he’s planning on doing to you that he can hardly focus. 

As soon as the door is unlocked, you both stumble inside, and he kicks the door closed with his foot as he cups your cheeks in his hands, bringing your lips together once again. Your purse drops to the floor as he kicks off his shoes, barely parting from your hot kiss as he backs you up towards the kitchen.

When you feel your back hit the kitchen counter, Buck’s hands slide down your ass to the back of your thick thighs and lift you onto the counter, making your dress ride up your thighs even more.

“God, you’re so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” he whispers against your lips as his fingers trial up under your dress and along the outside of your thighs. You pull back with a dazed grin, eyes darting down to his puffy lips for a moment before you reply.

“I think I could ask you the same thing.” you tease, and he grins too. He admires you for a moment as you sit on his counter, your plush belly and thighs on full display for his eyes, and he has to fight back a groan. He’s so in love with you. 

He kneels in front of you for a moment, and you’re about to ask him what he’s doing, but then he grabs one of your ankles and begins to unbuckle your heel. You watch with a soft smile as he takes both your shoes off, and when he takes each one off, he finishes with pressing a soft kiss to your shin, just below the knee. 

When he stands back up, you both just stare at each other for a moment, looking into each other's eyes and both silently wondering how you got so lucky to find each other.

He brings your lips back to his for one more kiss, placing one hand on the side of your neck, before he trails kisses down your jaw to your neck. You tilt your head back immediately, and your hands eagerly go to his chest, trying blindly to push his suit jacket off of his shoulders. 

His lips don’t leave your neck as he shrugs off his jacket, and when his arms are free again, he wastes no more time in pushing your dress up to expose your lower half, the skirt now bunched around your waist.

Neither of you care that you’re both still fully clothed as you work to unbuckle Buck’s belt and he pushes your panties to the side, two fingers gliding through your slick folds. 

You bite your lips as you work to get his cock free, and when you’re finally able to pull him out of his pants, you waste no time in wrapping your hand around him. His two fingers have already plunged into your cunt as you stroke his cock, both of you moaning softly and bringing your lips together in a sloppy kiss as you try to focus on the other’s pleasure.

You try to keep a steady pace, running your thumb over the head of his cock every so often, but you’re finding it increasingly difficult as he uses two fingers to fuck you and his thumb to rub circles over your clit. 

To make matters worse, every few strokes, he sways forward; closer to you, and his tip presses against your dripping cunt so teasingly that you want to scream. If it weren’t for his desperate moans and grunts, you’d be sure that he’s doing it on purpose. His kisses to your neck feel white hot, and you can’t help but close your eyes as you keep your head tilted back.

When you feel him start to get closer to the edge, you slow your pace, moving achingly slow as he picks up the pace of his fingers. He curls them up to hit that spot inside you, and you mewl loudly, tilting your head back as you feel yourself getting close to the edge now, as well. He smirks as he sees your expression, and he coos softly, tilting your head back down with his other hand and bringing your lips back to his. 

In a few more strokes, he’s right on the edge, and he leans back from your lips again, urging you to take your hand off his cock and replacing it with his own. You lean back on your hands as you watch him, eyes glued to his hands as he continues to rub your clit roughly and fuck his fist, and in a few seconds, you’re both falling over the edge with loud moans.

He keeps his eyes on your cunt as you both cum, watching you clench around nothing as he paints your pussy with his cum. You bite your lips as your chest heaves, and you finally look back up to Buck’s face, meeting his eyes as you both try to catch your breaths. 

He finally removes his fingers and brings them up to his mouth, licking them clean with a soft groan. You watch him intently, your mouth going dry as you become unable to think about anything other than how fucking good your boyfriend looks right now. Sure, he’s attractive all the time, but right now, with his slightly wrinkled dress shirt and his blown pupils, you’re not sure how you’re ever able to leave the house.

“I’m nowhere near done with you.” Buck says, after he’s finished cleaning his fingers, then brings you in for another passionate kiss. He yanks you closer by your hips, and you put your hands on his chest, shaky hands working to unbutton the shirt so you can see his beautiful torso.

When you finally get the last button undone, your hands move back up to his chest, then to his shoulders, and you push the shirt down his arms and off his body. 

You part from his lips to look at his bare chest, your fingers ghosting across the scars and freckles on his skin. He chuckles softly as he watches your eyes move down his torso, seemingly in a daze, and he lets you look at him for a moment, then uses one hand to lift your chin back up to face him with a smile.

“It hardly seems fair that I’m practically naked and you’re still fully clothed, baby. I think I’m gonna have to even the playing field.” he teases, gesturing to his bare chest and his pants now sitting low on his thighs. 

You laugh softly, but it turns into a quiet yelp as he pulls you off the counter to stand in front of him and then turns you around and pushes your upper half onto the cold countertop. You hum softly, biting your lips as he grabs the hem of your dress and pushes it up to bunch around your waist again, admiring your pretty panties that have moved back into place from your movements and the dark wet spot now covering your cunt. 

In one swift motion he yanks your panties down, and you shiver as the cool air hits you.

“Almost there.” he whispers in your ear as he leans over you, pressing your back to his front. His arms loop around your torso, one hand landing on your plush tummy, and the other just above your chest, and then he pulls you back up to stand up straight.

 He works quickly to pull your dress off your body and throw it to the side, and then he works to get your bra unclasped, sliding the straps down your shoulders painfully slowly once it’s undone.

“You’re so pretty, baby. My pretty girl.” he rasps as he gently pushes you back down onto the countertop, and you whine softly, desperate to feel him. You push your hips back against his, and he groans as he grips your hips, stopping your actions.

“I’m getting there, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” he purrs, and you whimper in anticipation. As much as he normally likes to hear you beg, he doesn’t think he has it in him right now. So, without any warning, he grabs his cock and glides it through your folds, coating himself with your arousal, and then he buries himself to the hilt with a loud moan.

You lurch forward as you feel him stretch you out, feeling his tight grip on your hips as he slowly slides out almost completely, only to bury himself into your sopping cunt in one swift motion. As he starts to fuck you, all you can do is moan, and your cheek resting against the cold counter is a harsh contrast to the way your skin is burning. 

While he keeps one hand on your hip, his other moves up to your back, ghosting over your rolls and your stretch marks as he tries to touch as much of your skin as he can. You’re always so pretty for him, and right now is no exception.

His lips press hot kisses to the back of your neck and your back between low moans in your ear as he leans over you, and you can’t help the whimpers and pleas tumbling from your lips as he fucks into you like he hasn’t seen you in weeks.

As he keeps the steady pace of his thrusts, he leans down again, pressing his chest to your back. He’s desperate to feel you as much as he can; desperate to touch you and love on you, as if letting up on his hold will make you disappear right before his eyes.

He trails one of his hands from your hip to your arm, forcing you to hold your wrist up above your head on the counter as he intertwines your fingers, his palm pressed against the back of your hand; desperate to convey how much he loves you.

He fucks you slowly, moaning into your ear as he whispers soft praises into your ear. How good you feel around him. How well you take his cock. How pretty your moans are. He’s pressed so firmly against you as his hips move that it feels like he’s trying to mold you two together, not that you mind. Him being so close feels so good, the movements of his hips aside. 

He can feel you clenching around him, and he can hear the way your moans become more high pitched and breathy, and he knows you’re close. He picks up the pace just slightly, although it’s far more slow and sensual than usual, and you moan loudly, grip tightening on his fingers.

“You gonna cum with me, baby?” he murmurs in your ear, and you nod quickly, trying to move your hips back against him.

“Please, wanna feel you.” you whimper in response, and he smirks. He moves his other hand from your hip and wraps it around you, fingers moving to circle your clit sloppily as he tries to hold off on cumming too soon. He loves the feeling of both of you letting go together, and he’s desperate to bring you to the edge before he fucking explodes. 

“I’m gonna- I’m-” you moan breathlessly a few moments later, and with a few more thrusts, you’re both reaching your highs. You feel his cum painting your insides, and you let out a content sigh, smiling when you feel Buck bury his head in the crook of your neck. He rests there for a minute or two, still buried inside of you as you come down from your highs, and you can’t help your eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of his body on top of you consumes you.

“You’re always so good for me.” he whispers against your skin, his breath tickling you and making you let out a breathy laugh. 

“Can we do that again?” you tease, barely able to keep your eyes open as you focus on his voice. He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the middle of your back; right between your shoulder blades, then stands up straight. 

He finally slides out of you, groaning at the mess between your thighs as he spreads you open with his hands on your ass, then pulls you to stand up straight and turns you to face him.

“Patience, baby. We’ve got all night.” he murmurs as he moves one hand up to grip your throat gently, stopping you from rising onto your toes and kissing him again. 

His eyes soften as you pout, and he chuckles; he can’t say no to you. He leans down and gives you a featherlight kiss that leaves your head spinning. He’s usually gentle with you, unless you ask otherwise, but tonight, you can feel his love for you pouring out of him.

“You wanna go upstairs?” he asks when he pulls away, and you nod. Your knees feel weak at all the attention – and the orgasms he just pulled from you – so lying down sounds perfect right now. 

He pulls his pants back up, just until he can get to his room and take them off completely, then guides you up the stairs to his room, trying desperately to keep his eyes off your ass as you walk ahead of him. 

When you get to his room, you collapse onto his bed while he pulls his pants off, and when he’s finally lying beside you on his back and your cheek is pressed against his chest, you barely even think to care about the mess between your thighs. You’re sure you won’t be going to sleep soon either way.

“How bad was your close call today?” you ask after a few moments of silence, fingers trailing along his chest in front of your face.

“I mean, it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t being struck by lightning or anything.” he tries to joke, a sheepish look on his face. You lift your head off his chest and look up at him with a raised brow and he sighs. “Alright. I was trying to save someone who had fallen off their balcony, and was hanging on the side of their building. When I got lowered down, the winch malfunctioned, and I almost fell. I saved the person, though. Everyone’s alright.” 

You sigh, biting your lip. Of course his attention is focused on the person he saved.

“But are you okay?” you ask, and he nods quickly, giving you a look that shows you he’s not lying.

“Baby, I’m fine. Promise. You just saw all of me, I don’t have any bruises or anything.” he tries to joke, and this time you do laugh a little. He’s right; you hadn’t seen anything to convince you that he isn’t okay.

“You’re a good man.” you tell him after a second, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. He blushes, a smile fighting its way onto his face as he raises a brow. Your smile widens when you see his confused expression and hear the small “thank you” that falls from his lips before you explain.

“You just told me that you almost fell off a building today, and the first thing you said after that is that the person you were meant to save is alright.” His brows furrow, and he shrugs, a little confused as to why you’re praising him right now. Not that he minds, of course. “Well, yeah. That’s why I was there.” he says a bit hesitantly.

“Baby, if anyone else was in your situation, they’d probably only be worried about themself. I’m sure that as you were struggling to keep yourself from falling, you were still thinking about the person you were trying to save.” He can feel his cheeks getting hot at your praise, finally understanding. Although he doesn’t feel like he deserves the praise, he relishes in it, staring into your eyes with so much love.

“I’m so happy you’re all mine.” you whisper before you press your lips to his. He lets out a content sigh as his arm wraps around your waist, helping you sit up and straddle his hips.

Once you’re on his lap, legs on either side of his body, his hands move to your thick thighs, digging into the flesh as he melts into the kiss. He lets you kiss him for a minute or two, but it’s when you start moving your hips against his that he flips you over, trapping you under his weight.

You laugh softly as you stare up at him, wrapping your legs around his hips as he settles between your legs, and you can feel his cock against your heat, growing hard at the small bit of friction.

“You want more, huh, baby?” he teases you softly, although he knows that he wants you just as bad.

“Please?” you ask as you look up at him with big, wide eyes. He groans at the pleading look on your face, and he glides one hand down the side of your face as the other holds himself up.

“You’re gonna get what you want, pretty girl.” he murmurs before his lips are on yours. You moan against his lips as his tongue slides into your mouth, and you loosen your legs around his hips to allow him to grind against you slowly.

He’s painfully hard again as he moves against you, and he can’t hold himself back from grabbing his cock and sliding into you slowly after a few seconds, desperate to feel you again.

Your face scrunches up as he bottoms out, and you keep your eyes on him as he begins to move, soft moans tumbling from your parted lips.

He can’t get over how pretty you look under him; sprawled out on his bed, your soft belly and tits moving with each thrust, and your big eyes locked on his as he splits you open on his cock. He can feel your skin against his as he moves his hips, one hand still holding himself up while the other moves down your neck to your chest, squeezing one of your breasts.

You arch your back into him, tilting your head back and closing your eyes as the pleasure envelopes you. He takes the time to admire you again, and relishes in how you feel pressed against him, so eager to take all that he’s willing to give you.

He looks back up at your face after a moment, then gently taps your cheek with two fingers, urging you to open your eyes again. When your eyes flutter open again, he moans, feeling your fingers digging into his shoulders as he stares deeply into your eyes. 

You’re both feeling sensitive from your previous orgasms, so it doesn’t take long for both of you to get close to the edge yet again. Buck keeps his eyes locked with yours the entire time, however, loving every expression that crosses your face and how you look spread open for him on his bed. 

As you both get closer and closer, he moves his hand to your throat, gripping it gently, as if to force you to keep your eyes open, he can tell that you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. 

“Can you give me one more, baby?” he asks and you nod, whimpering as you keep your eyes locked on his. You can see the thin layer of sweat across his skin, and you bite your lip, feeling yourself getting dangerously close to the edge.

He pulls you in for a kiss, his hand still firmly on your throat, and his thrusts grow sloppy as his balls tighten.

With a few more thrusts, you’re both falling over the edge, and Buck leans away from your lips just in time for you to watch each other cum. As his hips still, you take the time to close your eyes, breathing heavily as you feel his release fill you up. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to that feeling.

“God, I love you.” he whispers as he nuzzles into your neck. He presses soft kisses to your skin as you both come down from your highs, letting you relax as he keeps your fronts pressed together. 

“I love you.” you whisper back, your eyes still closed as you bask in the feeling of him still pressed against you.

After a minute or two, he pulls out, and you whimper softly, suddenly feeling extremely empty. You frown when you see him stand up from the bed, but when he holds out a hand to you, you smile.

“Shower?” is all he says. You nod, grabbing his hand and letting him help you off the bed. 

He leads you to the bathroom, then wraps his arms around you and holds you close while you wait for the shower to heat up. He presses kisses to the top of your head as you rest against his chest, both of you wanting to stay as close to each other as possible; not wanting to be apart for even a second.

When you’re showered; each of you taking turns to help wash the other, you dry off and get back into bed. You relax into each other’s embrace, warm skin to skin as you try not to let the quick approaching sleep envelope you too soon.

“Do you want some water?” Buck is the first to break the silence, and you shake your head, too consumed with the feeling of his chest pressed to your back to even think about one of you getting out of bed.

“I just wanna lay with you.” you tell him in a quiet voice, sighing. He smiles, then presses a kiss to the back of your neck. Who is he to deny you such a sweet request?

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” he asks, his arms tightening instinctively around your waist. You smile, nodding quickly. “Of course I do. And I love you, too. More than anything.” you reply, and he’s sure that if you both weren’t so tired, he’d have you on your back again.

“Good. Because I let you order two desserts and split them even though I only wanted one of them.” he teases with a quiet chuckle. You laugh along with him, rolling your eyes.

“And I’m pretty sure you ended up liking the other one better, anyway.” you tease back, an exhausted smile plastered onto your face. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. You’re always right, aren’t you?” he says, and you can tell from his voice that he’s smiling. You nod, giggling softly.

“It’s about time you admitted it.” you counter. You feel goosebumps on your skin when you feel his lips press to your bare shoulder, and you sigh, your eyes closing once again.

“Go to sleep, I can feel how tired you are.” he whispers in your ear. You hum softly, sighing heavily. You can feel your thoughts become cloudy, and it feels like everything is moving slower as you sink further into his arms.

“Can we do this again next weekend?” you ask in a quiet voice, and although you meant for it to come out in a teasing tone, you’re so tired that it comes out as more of a gentle plea.

“Of course, pretty girl, I promise. Now, go to sleep.” You nod slowly, and not a minute later, you’re asleep. He presses one last featherlight kiss to your bare skin before he closes his own eyes. It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep either, it never does after he has you, but this time he’s out in record time, and his arm stays firmly draped over your waist the entire night.

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Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Former Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader

Words: 2132

Synopsis: Cait and Vi lay down a ground rule for you

Warnings: masturbation, vibrator, orgasm denial, bondage/restraints, thigh riding, strap-on (r! receiving), spit play, finger sucking, photos and videos of sex, face sitting (r! giving)

Late autumn of Senior Year

When you got home that afternoon from classes, you practically ran into the house, desperate for your girlfriends. They’d been teasing you all day, writing cheques you desperately needed them to cash. You ran through the whole house, but alas, you were alone. Utterly alone, with a dripping pussy.

Whining in frustration, you pulled your toy box from under the bed, and took out a wand. You frantically lifted your skirt above your waist, turned on the wand, and held it to your clit. You moaned deeply, your eyes rolling back. Lying back on the floor, you moved your hips against the wand.

Then your phone rang.

You ignored it, basking in the sensations running through your clit.

Your phone rang again.

Shaking your head, you ignored it again.

It rang again.

Groaning, you picked up your discarded phone, looking at the screen. It was Cait.

You answered it with a smirk. “Cait-”

“I know what you’re up to, darling.”

You paused. “…How?”

“I can see it.”

Your pussy leaked. She had a camera – or several! – somewhere in the room, somewhere you didn't know. “You can?”

“I can,” she soothed down the phone. “Now, you have a choice to make: either you put that wand down and wait for us to come home, like a good girl.”

You pouted. “Or?”

“Or for every orgasm you steal from our pussy, you’ll have a week of denial.”

Your eyes widened. “A week?!” You were so outraged that you didn’t even notice Cait’s claim on your pussy.

“For each one, darling. You can stop now and it won’t be that bad, or continue and you’ll suffer for much longer. What’s your choice?”

With a pout, you turned off the wand, throwing it away from you in protest.

“Good girl. Wait for us on the bed, clothes off. No touching. We’ll know.”

And there you waited, squirming on the bed, completely bare for them, until they got home. After what felt like many long and torturous hours, you heard the front door open and close, footsteps moving through the lower floor. You heard their voices. They were finally home.

You longed to run off the bed, to find them and pounce on them, but you knew you couldn’t. They’d told you to wait, and they always meant what they said.

You waited on your knees, bouncing impatiently, desperate for them to come through the door.

But they weren’t in a rush. They set down their school supplies, heading into the kitchen, getting themselves a drink and a quick snack. Just some nuts and dried fruit. Cait liked sultanas, Vi ate some dried banana chips. They talked softly, knowing you were upstairs waiting. Like the good girl you were.

You almost whined in impatience, desperation. Longing. Your clit was throbbing painfully between your legs. You needed relief. You needed them.

After more torturous hours – realistically only a few minutes – you heard their footsteps coming upstairs. You hummed happily, bouncing on your heels like an excited puppy waiting for your owners to come home.

Owners. The word made you ponder.

Finally, the door opened. And they stepped inside.

They eyed you appreciatively, naked on the bed, on your knees, horny desperation clear on your face.

Cait just smiled, stroking Vi’s face. “I’m going to freshen up,” she said to her girlfriend, completely ignoring you as she headed into the bathroom.

You couldn’t help the sad little whine you let out, your eyes following her body as she stepped beyond the door and closed it behind her.

Vi chuckled, heading your way as she took off her jacket.

“You needy, baby?”

You nodded.

“Awww, you pathetic little thing,” she cooed, coming around to the side of the bed. She didn’t touch you, even as your body vibrated with the need to reach for her. With a smirk, her foot reached under the bed, pulling out one of the toy boxes. She only broke eye contact to reach down and open the box.

“Lie back, baby,” she ordered, picking up a few items.

You obeyed with a pitiful whimper, one hand reaching out to her as you lay on your back.

Knowing that you needed her touch, even just a hand hold, Vi took hold of your hand, bending over and bringing it to her lips. She kissed your skin tenderly, squeezing just enough to ground you. When your body visibly relaxed on the sheets and you took a deep breath, she fastened the leather cuff around your wrist.

You trembled as she reached your arm up, securing the cuff to a clip on the headboard. Picking up the other cuff, Vi slowly moved onto the bed, throwing her leg over your hips, hovering above you. You moaned loudly as she settled into position, even as Vi barely touched you. She smirked cockily, pleased she’d had the desired effect. She secured your other wrist, grinning down at you as you lay under her, trapped. Exactly where you liked to be.

She stroked your hair away from your forehead, gently pulling it out from under you, smoothing it above your head so it wouldn’t pull your neck later. She held herself above you on her elbows, only stroking your cheeks with the back of her fingers, enjoying your pitiful whines.

“Vi…” you whimpered, shuffling your legs a little.

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow at you. Balancing on her knees, she hooked her ankles between your thighs, spreading your legs a little, pinning your legs there.

“You trying to rush things, baby?” she challenged.

You shook your head. “No! I just…I need-”

“We know what you need, darling,” Cait’s voice said from across the room. You couldn’t see her around Vi, but your heart raced knowing she was there. “And you’re going to get it.”

“All night long, until you learn your lesson,” Vi joked at you, enjoying your whimper. “C’mere, sweetheart.” Leaning down, she pressed her lips to yours. Grateful that you finally received some attention, your eyes closed in bliss as you kissed her back, your tongues dancing together. She hummed happily above you, rubbing her clothed pelvis against you. “Fuck, baby,” she groaned.

Holding herself over you on her elbow and moving to straddle one of your thighs, she instructed, “Tongue.”

You put your tongue out for her, and she dripped spit onto it, sliding two fingers of her free hand into your mouth. She slid her fingers in and out as she rubbed her pussy against your thigh.

“You’re so perfect,” she panted, kissing your cheek.

The bed dipped as Cait climbed on, tucking her hair into a bun. Buns did something to you and she knew it. She was gloriously naked, except for the strap around her hips. Dark blue, thick, detailed. Your favourite of hers.

“You misbehaved today,” she said sternly, securing her hair.

You whimpered as Vi removed her fingers from your mouth, holding your throat. “I’m sorry, Cait.”

“Perhaps we need to lay down some rules for you, if you’re not going to be good,” she mocked, moving closer to you. Pushing your free thigh back to your chest, she lightly scratched her perfectly manicured nails down the inside of your thigh.

You shivered almost violently under Vi, still humping your leg, groaning in your ear. “I’m good, Cait. I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Still, we need to be clear about what we expect from you.” Trailing her fingers up and down your pussy, she asked, “Whose pussy is this, Y/N?”

You hesitated. “Uh…Mine?”

Vi chuckled in your ear as Cait slapped your thigh.

“Try again, sweetheart. Use that brain of yours, if you can.”

“Yours?”

“Well done, darling,” she said patronisingly, sliding two fingers into your pussy. “Whose pussy am I fingering?”

“Yours,” you nodded.

“Good girl.”

She dripped spit down onto your pussy as she fucked you with her fingers, her thumb rubbing your clit.

When you started panting and begging, Cait took hold of your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You-You do,” you gasped.

“Whose pussy is it?”

You groaned as she hit your tender spot inside you. “Yours!”

“So, do you touch what isn’t yours?”

“No!”

“Will you touch our pussy again without asking for permission?”

“No! No, I promise!” you panted.

She smiled down at you, patting your cheek. “Good girl. See, you can learn.” She watched Vi in amusement as the butch ground down on your thigh. “Vi, are you okay to move?”

She groaned lightly in frustration but climbed off your leg. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” she sulked a little.

Cait settled between your thighs, rubbing the thick tip of her strap up your wet slit. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, gasping, “Yes.”

“Who owns this pussy?” she asked again.

“You do!”

“Say it,” she commanded.

“You own this pussy.”

“Who fucks this pussy?”

“You do!”

She smirked down at you. “Good girl.” She slid inside you slowly, earning a breathless moan as she stretched and filled your cunt.

Vi knelt next to you on the bed, one hand holding your hair. “Whose pussy is it, baby?”

You groaned as Cait slid in deep. “Yours, Vi. Yours and Cait’s.”

Cait suddenly leant down. “New rule, sweetheart: when we’re like this, you call me Caitlyn,” she instructed firmly, a hard look on her beautiful face.

You clenched around her strap. “Yes, Caitlyn.” You whispered her name like a prayer, feeling lighter in yourself as you did.

Vi smirked, almost proud of her. Looking back at you, she asked, “So who decides when your pussy gets touched?”

“You two do!”

“Not you?”

You shook your head. “No, no. Not mine…”

“You gonna try and touch it again?”

You whimpered against Cait’s thrusts as she increased her speed. “No! I won’t, I swear.”

Looking down at your pussy, Cait groaned. “God, look at you,” she gushed, picking up her phone and pointing it at your pussy as she fucked you. “Creaming all over my cock.”

“Can I see, please, Caitlyn?” you whimpered.

Vi chuckled. “I’ll show you, baby,” she picked up her phone from the bedside table, getting a close-up video of Cait’s strap thrusting into your pussy, a white ring around the base. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

She recorded a few seconds, then came to your head, holding the phone in front of you. Pressing play, you watched your own pussy get fucked, moaning deeply.

“S’pretty,” you whimpered, your toes starting to curl.

“So fucking pretty,” Vi agreed. Putting her phone down on the sheets, she stripped her jeans and shorts off. “I need you, baby. You going to be a good girl?”

You nodded enthusiastically as Vi moved a pillow under your head. Your mouth watered as she climbed over your face, lowering her pussy onto your waiting mouth and tongue. You latched onto her clit, sucking gently as her eyes drifted closed.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” she panted, running her fingers through your hair. “You eat us so good.”

You hummed happily at the praise, your own eyes closing as you licked and sucked at her slit, happy beyond belief now that you had their attention.

“Baby, look at me,” Vi instructed, pointing her phone down at you. She captured you between her legs, your eyes cross-eyed in pleasure as you ate her pussy whilst Cait fucked you. Your mouth was getting sloppy, your brain too fucked out in pleasure to truly focus on your technique. Vi didn’t care, rocking her hips on your tongue. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” she panted, moving her phone closer to you, your unfocused eyes filling the screen, Vi’s pussy only just visible. “I’m gonna frame this, sweetheart, I love that look in your eyes.”

Between your legs, Cait put her phone down, rubbing your clit as she kissed your shin propped up on her shoulder. You whined into Vi’s cunt, your pussy clenching and threatening to spill at any moment.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Cait encouraged, “You can do it.”

With your moans pulsing through Vi’s slit, you and her climaxed together, her pussy coating your mouth and chin with her juices, as you leaked over Cait’s strap. Seeing your pussy coat her cock sent Cait over the edge, moaning against your skin as she rocked into you, her clit rubbing against the harness of her strap.

You three panted together, catching your breath. Vi climbed off your face, unclipped your wrists from the headboard. Cait lowered your leg, gently easing her toy out of you. They held you tenderly, their bodies pressed against yours.

Tiredly, you reached out and took one of Vi’s hands and one of Cait’s, placing them both over your vulva. Looking at you in confusion, they laughed.

“What are you doing?” Vi asked.

You hummed happily into Cait’s neck. “Yours.”

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[mochroialainn]

I can't stop thinking about Shidou with someone who matches energy and is just as scary as he can be. Like the two of them out for a dinner date and the creep waiter is flirting with her and before Shidou can even react she already has her knife in her hand, pointed digging into his thigh (a little too close to his groin for the waiters liking) but she has the sweetest smile on her face as she says 'if you would like to keep your family jewels, i suggest you stop what you're doing and get us a different waiter'. The waiter damn near drops dead right in front of him, all blood draining to from his face as he scurries away. A few minutes later a new waiter comes and refills your drinks, this time a girl who has a bright smile on her face and she gives her thanks as the waiter was a creep to the staff as well and shes hoping he's learned his lesson. Shidou is just staring at his girl with stars in his eyes and his jaw dropped, all his blood has drained to somewhere else and he's quick to finish his meal, pay the cheque and get you two somewhere a little more private

[ni-kism]

Luck and Prosperity 🪙

Park Sunghoon x wife!reader

Genre : fluffy

Where you engage in traditional activities of your Korean husband, specifically recieving money envelopes on Lunar New Year.

Since it's the first day of Lunar New Years I decided to post a short story before my longer Riki one~

Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! Enjoy ♡

The Chinese exchange bright red envelopes as a wish for the year ahead whereas Koreans use white envelopes and Japanese would use white or decorated ones. Children or those who aren't married will receive it from grandparents, parents and relatives who are married. Husbands will usually give it to their wives too.

Your first Lunar New Year with Sunghoon as your husband is just about to get a lot more interesting. You dolled up and scrolled on tiktok while waiting for him to finish packing the envelopes for the children on his side of the family since it's the first day of Lunar New Year. You came across a video of a girl who posted the bright red envelope she got from her husband and inside was cash. A whole stack of it.

You tiptoed to your shared bedroom and Sunghoon immediately noticed you, patting the empty spot next to him for you to sit down. He pulled you into his lap and handed you something.

“Hoonie-“

"Looking for this?" It's a money envelope with cute cats printed on it. "That look on your face tells me you just discovered husbands give their wives money packets too and being the great husband I am, here it is." Sunghoon laughs seeing your excitement and eagerness of receiving cash. “I’m giving you a little something for good luck and prosperity in the new year.”

You secretly hoped for it to be a bundle of cash but it felt pretty thin. "Go on, open it, I don't mind." Usually it's not respectful to peek at the amount inside Infront of everyone but since he insisted...careful you pushed open the little seal and inside was a 10 dollar note. Seeing your excited smile turn into a cute pout crushed his heart but he decided to tease you further.

"It's not much I know...but it's the thought that counts, right? It’s my token of appreciation to you." You didn't mind but it would be nice to live a main character moment. "Thanks hoon...happy new years to my sweet husband too~" He captured your lips in quick kiss and gently pulled away to signal you that you missed something else that was in the envelope. He's seen a few of those videos you came across and his loaded ass wouldn't have a problem doing it but if he were going to then he wouldn't pass up a chance to mess with you nor will he do it traditionally. Curious, you tipped over the envelope to see a singular piece of plastic fall out.

“Hm? What’s this? Something else came out of the envelope~” It was a card. His credit card.

It took you a while to process it before flashing him the cutest smile he's ever seen and giving him a big bear hug with a happy squeal. He was going to put a blank cheque inside but that wasn't extreme enough. Instead of a bundle of cash, your husband slipped a credit card inside the envelope. Not just any credit card it was his personal credit card too. He grabbed your hands in his and made eye contact with you.

"Happy new years my love. With this blessing from me I wish that I'll get to spend all my new years with you by my side."

.

.

.

“Does it have a limit?”

“Like my love for you it doesn’t.”

[mullermilkshake]

The apartment.

Part 1 <- Part two -> Part 3

Kento manages to get you back to his, not without a fight. But you’re still back there.

Kento Nanami x Fem! Reader Tags -DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT,Possessive,Kidnapping,Physical abuse,Psychological abuse,Planning/ fantasying over murdering someone,Held underwater/drowning,Implied pregnancy,Oral sex / blowjob,Bodily harm,Face fucking,Dry humping,Grinding

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You weren’t really sure how he actually got you back to his place, but he did. 

It was a blur, one big nightmare. You almost crashed the car, one smack with an almighty pop it almost knocked his glasses from his face. 

But it wasn’t enough and in hindsight only made him more angry, more silent in your presence. Now that made your stomach flutter in anticipation for what he had planned. 

He didn’t say a word when the car reached his home, an apartment in the middle of the city. It was stupid to think no one could hear you in that place considering how many people lived there. But they couldn’t. 

He must have soundproofed the place. 

”Now, I expect you to behave on the way up.” The elevator to his apartment door. “Don’t get any funny ideas, I won’t hesitate to be like those other men, you don’t want that, do you?”

“No, I don’t.” You responded a little too eagerly, you hoped he hadn’t noticed. 

You were going to wait for someone in the lobby and scream as loud as you could. But that time never came, not because there wasn’t anyone there, but because before you stepped in the front door, Kento took your arm and delivered a quick swing to your gut, completely winding you and turning you over hunched in agony. 

“Fuck.” That was all you got out as he walked you to the elevators. 

Someone did manage to notice though. “Are you alright dear?”

Yes. Finally someone who had fucking eyes in their skull. You breathed, laboured and prepared to speak, but Kento spoke first. 

“My wife is tired, pregnancy is already taking its toll, I’ll be taking her up to bed for rest. Thank you for the concern, but she is in good hands.” 

“N-no, I…”

“Come on, Darling. The doctor said the longer you’re up, the more the chance of hurting the baby.” He started to walk off wrapping his arm around and you didn't have the strength to pull away, like your stomach had moved and organs shifted. 

Nausea set in, delayed by the assault to your stomach, nothing came except retching, you hadn’t eaten the whole day or you were sure you would have thrown up on that poor lady as you walked past her. 

“Okay then dear, I’m on the sixth floor, six-o-two if you need some chicken soup or advice, pregnancy can be so tough on a new mother.”

The doors to the elevator opened and he ushered you inside, keeping you clung to him like that affection was real. You cursed so loud in your head, you had no fucking shoes on, filthy dirty socks like you’d gone for a bear foot jog, how did she miss that? 

“Thank you for your concern.” The doors closed and you were both alone. 

You coughed, spluttering away to no one, none that cared for the brutality of the man next to you. 

“It’s quite clear you aren’t going to behave. I’m disappointed. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy and take everything I provided for you. But it’s never enough is it? You’re way too demanding.” 

“Maybe if you listened to me and let me go, I wouldn’t fight you on it.” You gasped as the pain intensified. “I hate you.”

“You were always so dramatic.” 

“You were always such an asshole.” 

Your mouth ran that cheque and there was no way your ass could cash it, Kento rammed you up against the wall of the elevator by your throat, his hand squeezing. 

“Mind your manners. If you want this to go smoothly, I suggest you start being a little nicer to me.” 

It was only really setting in now the gravity of the situation you were in. There was no way you were getting away from him again without some sort of dumb luck. 

Kento Nanami was not dumb. 

His intelligence far surpassed yours, no matter how much you thought you were clever enough. It was always luck, and even that was running out. 

He dropped you and you slumped to the floor, his figure looming over you with all the malice across his face. 

Yeah, your luck was running out. 

“We’re going to make this work, regardless of how long it takes to train this response out of you. This is how it is despite how much you fight it.”

You didn’t respond, not that there was much to say. You just sat in the corner contemplating. You couldn’t overpower him, but you could kill him. Everyone was capable of it, including him, it made you hesitate. 

Careful planning was paramount. 

Maybe a knife to the throat when he slept. He wouldn’t fall for the drugged drink again, but he was still human so he had to sleep eventually. 

If he restrained you, you’d have no access to anything and that was more likely. So the other way to get out of that was to gain his trust again and that could take months maybe even longer. 

You despised the thought. 

You hoped a car hit him, or he’d fall down the stairs and break his neck so he couldn’t come after you again. You prayed for a giant dragon to fly down and rip his head off and you’d play in his blood and laugh at his corpse. 

Woah. That was dark even for you at a time like this. 

You were nothing like him. You judged everything he did, how he dragged you from the elevator with his fingers dug into your arm to keep you compliant. How he pulled you into the apartment and held you there whilst he closed the door like you were an inanimate object. 

Whoever these ‘ other’ men were, Kento Nanami was the biggest one of all and you’d make him regret this even if it killed you, because when the lock turned, it hit home that you were never going to be rid of him, not until he was dead. 

“Bathroom. Now.”

You didn't appreciate his tone but you did as you were told, rubbing your arm that had lost circulation, definitely ready to bruise by morning. 

Maybe ignoring him would do something, just not talking? Surely he would get bored of you then?

You waited, he turned the faucets on, letting the water flow, rolled sleeves showed just how much muscle he had behind him. He could break you if he wanted. He was holding back. 

His tone softened, though it wasn’t to be mistaken for a caring nature. “Get undressed.” He stepped outside for a moment. 

Like hell you were getting undressed. Stepping to the door, you peaked out of the crack, he had gone to the open plan kitchen, his back was to you. 

It took a moment to psych yourself up and you went to go for it, when you opened the door slowly, peeking back through, he was waiting there still in the kitchen but his eyes were on you. 

“Do you need anything? Why aren't you undressed yet?” 

You closed the door in a jump and started slipping your clothes off before he came back over. The blood flow thumped in your ears, beating away like a little rabbit evading a hunting dog. You were more vulnerable now than ever.

The door opened and he just walked past you, testing the water out, running his knuckles under the flow leaving dotted splashes on the ceramic. Your arms clamped around you, keeping your unclothed parts covered, he didn’t look back. 

“You can get in now.” 

You climbed in, never blinking in an attempt to catch whatever move he would pull not that you were in a small body of water. You couldn’t deny that the water was perfect, a small burn of red across your skin that would make you look like a lobster eventually.

“You’re so beautiful.” The water ran down your back, making you freeze. 

Was he really going to bath you like a child, someone who couldn’t look after themselves? 

You squeaked, pulling the pooled water from your palm to you arm. “I can do it myself.”

He stopped you, taking your hand in his. “I’ll do it.” 

Exposed and vulnerable, that’s what you were with his prying eyes so he could play the loving husband. 

“I said, I can do it myself.” Through gritted teeth you leant forward to soak your arms. 

Kento growled, switched to someone you didn’t want to see again. He took a fist full of your hair and pushed you backwards down in the tub, holding you there. The muffled deafening water gushed over your ears and filled them with the static heat of the water. 

You scrambled, the water far too intense for your face to deal with, you found his arm amidst your panic and pulled at it, scratching, scraping in hopes your hurt him enough to let go. 

He did, but it wasn’t because you hurt him, it’s because you gave up and stopped thrashing. He yanked you up, spluttering in the water, blinded by wet hair stuck across your eyes, water from your nose. Gasping for breath, you screamed, you didn’t mean to, it just came out. 

Kento covered your mouth, “If you don't love me at my best, then you’ll learn to love me at my worst and maybe you’ll appreciate my good side.” 

Your fate was sealed now. 

After your bath, things didn’t improve, they only ramped up, he dried you, dressed you, even plaited your hair. 

He left you there by the side of the bed, standing like every virgin in those stupid rom- cons you loved watching so much. At least most of the time, their relationships weren’t toxic. 

Then he laid down and was silent for what felt like hours. “Come.” 

Hesitantly, you climbed, not getting close just barely on the corner of the bed, you’d fall if he got off and the weight displaced. He glared at you and you couldn’t tell whether he was angry or thinking because his expression never changed. He grabbed your wrist, your fiddling fingers close to him and you went with them, tumbling into his chest and he didn’t let go. 

“Kento please.”

You wanted so bad for there to be good in him, or even for you to have love for him to make it all easy, but there wasn’t a universe where you could accept this. 

The man was delusional, no matter how rational he seemed on the outside. 

“I love you. I’ll do everything in my power to prove that to you. Anything and I’ll do it, even if that means keeping you here and fucking you until you can’t think… But you won’t leave me again. Ever.”

You blinked your tears away, nibbling away at your bottom lip to try and suppress the helplessness that washed over you. He loved his fingers in yours and it took anything you had not to pull away, punch him in the face and bolt it. 

It had to happen this way. You’d make him regret it. 

Cleaning your throat, you focused on a spot on the ceiling. “How will you show me?” 

You didn’t need to see him to notice the lump in this throat of shock he had. “That depends on you.” 

Not what you thought would escape him, that meant he was highly suspicious of your three point turn to accepting this. 

“I can make you feel good.” You were sick to your stomach. “Will you let me?” Innocently enough. 

Sliding your hand down hesitantly, you fiddled with his belt, he didn’t move and you took it as a sign to carry on. 

You pulled the zip down and exposed his boxers. He wasn’t hard, no erection so you palmed him, hoping to get him hard enough to suck. You looked up at him for the first time and moved closer, putting a small, sweet kiss on his open lips. 

He kissed back like a husband of ten years, tender with a firmness of celebrating an anniversary. He took your hair in his fingers with his other hand over your neck. 

That hand could kill you. 

You thought about it too. Maybe you could bite him once his cock was in your mouth until your teeth met, one swift bite and chomp down until he bled to death. 

Would he even let it get that far?

He got firmer, an erection growing just by your touch, he kissed more feverishly, hungry for your ultimate cooperation. 

Maybe you could bash him over the head with the lamp on the table, would the cable reach that far to get a good hit in? 

He’d use that cable to strangle you in an instant. 

He was fully hard now, the outline of himself visible and ready. Sitting up, you pulled his boxers away and pulled his cock out, but he took your wrist and squeezed. 

“No teeth. Don’t even think about it.”

He was testing your resolve. 

You weren’t sure if he would enjoy it, his expression didn’t change and he didn’t take his eyes off of you. The tip of his cock pressed against your tongue and ran it down around your lips and sucked him in. 

The woman in the lobby. Maybe you could run down to the sixth floor at least, get a solid door between the two of you until the cops arrived. 

Swirling your tongue around him made his throat seize, he tried hard to stifle a moan but you noticed it quickly. Tongue swirls were his thing, that was good to know, you sucked and the sounds of wetness in your mouth was deafening in the quiet room. 

You went deeper, his hand moved to the back of your neck as you sucked, moving your head up and down too deep than you could take, making your gag a little. It was slow, controlled, but you couldn’t help but panic when Kento’s hand pressed your head down until your nose almost touched. 

And he held you there, no air or control. 

You hoped that it was all he wanted and would let go, but he moved his hips instead, bucking them against you as he fucked your mouth. 

“Who knew you would give in so quickly, Darling. Is this what you enjoy, or were you just playing hard to get?” 

Neither. You struggled for breath but you concentrated. You didn’t give up and you weren't playing bullshit games, you only wanted him to believe it. 

He let go of you. Air filled your lungs and it burned, your mouth sticky with in need of moisture. You sat for a minute, but it felt like hours, wiping the drool from your mouth. 

He would have an ounce of trust in you now that you sucked him with no issue. The lamp was looking more and more interesting, you were sure it would smash on his face, maybe break his glasses. Hell, you wished it would just electrocute him. 

You didn’t say anything, just climbed on him, straddled thighs in each side, your sat directly on top of his wet cock. 

“No.” He held your wrists again, making them ache. “Not like this, I want to do this properly.” 

“So I could just…” Moving your hips slowly, you ground on him, his erection twitching against your private area. “Like this for now?”

He didn’t fight it, or object. Threw his head back in the pillow and watched you rub your pussy over him in a way that you could come from had you met him in a different time. 

He was a beautiful person, but his soul was ugly. Even if he didn’t know it himself, hidden, disguised by love was the biggest curse. 

You moved your hips, it felt good, had it have been someone else, you wouldn’t have done what you were about to do. 

“Do you like that?” 

His eyes closed. 

You leant forward, close to his ear. “I like it.” 

Picking up the lamp slowly in your hand, adrenaline pumped its way through your body screaming at you to stop, he’d catch you and it would end with someone dead. Namely you. 

His eyes didn’t open, and wether or not it was the control over the situation getting you off, you weren't sure. But his cock brushed against you in the right way, so you carried on. 

It was an orgasm you’d never want to chase. 

“Keep going.” He said, voice tight, placing his hands on your hips to pull you in over him with more pace. 

You dropped the lamp on his head, one more time for good measure. “Go to hell asshole!”

His hands dropped and you stumbled off the bed, throwing yourself away from him and made a break for the front door. You fiddled with the locks, cursing at the top fiddly one, you hadn’t heard him make a noise but you didn’t dare look back. 

Come on, fucking stupid door!

It opened, barely, creaking away with echoes in the long hallway. It slammed and should have alerted anyone to your situation, but no one emerged from their apartments. 

You ran, half naked and wet to the elevator, ramming your thumb at the button. “Come on you piece of shit.” 

Your trembled, voice following suit. 

It took too long, not moving from previous floors. “Fuck this!” 

The stairs down would be quicker, but you ran the risk of being spotted if he wasn’t knocked out. But at least you could see him coming.

Four floors. 

Bare feet slapped and stomped down the first flight, you still hadn’t looked back this entire time. 

Three floors. 

The top door of the level ripped open and you were sure the hinges splintered. 

“That’s it!” Kento’s footsteps stormed down the first set of steps like a shark to blood.

Two floors. 

You fled down those stairs to like they were going out of fashion, knees buckling to keep up with the rest of your body. 

“Come back, Darling. We have much to go over.” Malice and hurt dripped from his words, you knew it was through gritted teeth. 

One floor. 

You almost tumbled and rammed your shoulder into the door to get past it. 

Six- what was it? Three? Two? Fuck!

You couldn't remember, running around to nowhere. “Help! Help, he's trying to kill me!” 

No one emerged, so you banged and shouted all sorts of obscenities, and finally getting to six-o-two, you weee sure it was the woman’s place. 

“Help! Help me!” Nothing. 

“Open up please!” You glanced down the hallway finally getting the courage and he wasn’t there. 

“Open up! I need help!” Still no answer. 

You were stuck on this floor, unsure of where Kento was. You’d fucked up monumentally with nowhere to go. 

You took a step back to assess what options you had and something stopped you, it wasn’t the wall. 

“What did I say about leaving, Darling?”

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[chrisevansonly]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞? | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

᪥social media au

᪥just doing your daily gf duties, which include following your bf around as he takes photos and asking for his money..

᪥another lando for now! requests are open🧡

y/n’sinsta

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i should be getting paid full time for this job…😪

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username y/n taking photos of lando while lando takes photos of….?

username @/landonorris PAY YOUR GIRL

username💀

landonorris my love isn’t enough payment for you? 💔

landonorris can’t believe this

>y/n’sinsta look who’s pulling out the dramatics now 🤨

>username MOM AND DAD ARE FIGHTING

danielriccardo that’s funny…i was getting paid…

>y/n’sinsta WHAT😃😃

>landonorris🙂🙃

landonorris

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she’s only smiling and enjoying herself because i paid her🙄

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username ohhh i can smell these comments already

username hm always knew something was off

y/n’sinsta funny cause the last cheque was kinda lacking lan 🫤

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charles_leclerc how dare you not pay her more @/landonorris 🙄

>y/n’sinsta that’s what im saying

y/n’sinsta all jokes aside though, i am happiest wherever you are baby❤️❤️

>landonorris i love you❤️

username the way i love them😭

y/n’sinsta added to their story!

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formula 1 driver lando norris was recently spotted with his longtime girlfriend y/n y/l/n in London. recently y/n has been receiving some backlash about her comments involving lando’s money. when asked to comment lando laughed stating “it’s all for jokes, we’ve always been that way and real fans know that, besides i’d give all my money to y/n if she asked me anyway.” you could hear y/n laughing to herself in the passenger seat before he said a quick thanks and drove off!

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>username good thing no one asked 😃

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Make Me Wanna 5

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Three times. Walter, Mr. Marshall, Detective, whoever he is that day, has driven by your house three times. Three times that you’ve noticed. 

The first time you recognised his car, you were taking out the trash. The second time, you were making sure your siblings got on the bus for school. And the third time, you’re coming out the front door, in uniform as you mentally steel yourself for another day at the grocery store. 

You try not to be too obvious as you look for him. You set out on your usual route, a peek here and there over your shoulder, a strategic glance down the street as you turn to cross. Maybe he can stop you for jaywalking. A perfect excuse for him to swing around his weight. 

You take out your phone as you come in sight of the plaza with the grocery store at its centre. Still not word from Faye. You really don’t expect her to be the first to reach out. You’re still sore yourself. It isn’t just that she ditched you, again, it’s that she was so quick to believe you sold her out. She knows the way her father is and yet just like him, she assumes you’re in the wrong. 

As you approach the front doors of the store, you glance back at the lot. It’s sparse with vehicles, still early enough that stockers work at the shelves and the deli still fills its baskets with slices and salads. You clock in and tie on your apron, taking your vigil behind a till. Debbie leaves you as the sole cashier as she goes to do her counts. 

You stare across the store, vision blurring, as the ceiling speakers drone out 80s pop. Your eyes nearly cross at the orbs of colours that form around you; the medley of produce, the smear of labels, and the looming shade of endless aisles. As you detach yourself from the monotony, you’re filled with a cloud of futile acceptance. Every day for the rest of your life. 

Last year, you still had hope. You remember you told Faye you could save up and join her at college. That’s definitely not going to happen. You barely saved a nickel. Just like high school, your cheques were spent picking up after your mom’s job hopping. Your siblings can’t go without food or clothes or everything you didn’t have. Even when you get a few staples free from the clearance cart, you’re still paying far too much just to feed the lot. 

Chrissie is almost fourteen now. She offered to put in an application but she’s still a few years from all that. Besides, you don’t want her to be like you. Only ever worrying about the empty fridge and your mom’s latest antics.  

Zooey is only ten and blissfully unconcerned with anything but anime and drawing in her sketchbook, and your brother, Milo, seven, likes to bring home frogs and snakes. They’re both too young to sense anything is off, though at times, they ask you very pertinent questions about the other kids in their class. 

You sigh. You never wanted this life. Against your will, you’ve inherited your mother’s lot. Your siblings need a parent and she’s not willing to be one. So, you’ll just have to ring through eggs and milk for the rest of your life and make sure they aren’t caught in the same bog. 

“Hey,” the sharp greeting draws you back. 

You blink and shake away the daze. You look over at Mr. Marshall. Not again. You do your best to smooth the worry from your forehead and reach for the sole item on the belt. An excuse, you’re sure. 

You can through the breakfast tray of a hardboiled egg, pita, hummus, cheese, and grapes. The beep chirps harshly in your ears as he stares you down over the top of your till. You stifle a yawn as you hover your hand over the buttons. 

“That everything?” You ask dully. 

“You looked worried,” he moves to lean on the other side of debit machine, where his tray awaits him. “Like maybe you’re keeping secrets.” 

You huff, “I told you I haven’t heard from Faye.” 

“I didn’t ask.” 

“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid,” you snap, “are you going to pay or do you want me to put this back, detective?” 

“I’m off duty,” he tilts his head, “night shift.” 

“Great, so credit or cash?” 

He puffs through his nostrils and squares his jaw, “lot of kids running around your place, huh?” 

“No,” you say curtly, “don’t.” 

“I’m just tryna figure out where my kid is. Pretty crowded at yours so... maybe she’s somewhere else.” 

“Maybe she is,” you utter in exasperation, “but I guess it doesn’t matter how many times I tell you that I don’t know where. You're still going to waste my time. And yours. So, please sir, cash or credit?” 

He scoffs and looks around, the place is still desolate, “you got time.” 

But you don’t have the patience. You barely keep from the retort. You turn and start tidying the till, distracting yourself as you rearrange your sanitizer and check the bin in case it was missed. 

“She’s my daughter. How would you feel if one of your sisters ran off, huh?” 

“You don’t get to talk about my sisters,” you turn back to him, “fine, alright, you want evidence, I’ll give you evidence, sir.” You take out your phone and flick through it in frustration, “the last message she sent me was the night we went out.” You turn the screen to him, “she hasn’t texted, she hasn’t called. Happy? Cause I don’t think she’s interested in being my friend anymore. She’s finally outgrown the poor girl.” 

You can’t help but throw the phone at him as your emotion wells up, “she was only ever friends with me to piss you off. Like I said, I’m not stupid. I just--” you cut yourself off, “I got work to do.” 

You turn back to the screen at your shoulder and brace the cash drawer. You take a slow breath and let it out. You’re embarrassed. He finally did it. He finally got you to crack. You refuse to look at him as he gently places your phone on the counter. 

“Got it,” he says softly, “she isn’t with you.” He clears his throat and shifts, “debit.” 

You grit your teeth, staring at the screen as you hit the button to activate the pin pad, “go ahead.” 

You listen to the beep of each button as he puts in his pin. You wait and the till chimes as the transaction goes through. You rip of the receipt and drop it beside you on the counter without looking. You can hear everything, even the soft noise of him slipping his card back in his wallet. You keep your attention on the monitor. 

“Enjoy your breakfast,” he says. 

Your furrow your nose as you listen to his footsteps and only turn when you hear the automatic door whoosh. You look down at your phone beside the tray of food, the receipt laid neatly over it. You peek up at the doors and your stomach growls. 

His pity is hardly preferable to his spite. 

[likelyamused]

A rush. Heat and cold all at once. Like smoldering under a spotlight and getting hit by the droplets of a cold shower. It seizes Max's body in a tense mess.

“Jason. What are you doing here?” Max struggles to regain control of himself. He still manages to keep his voice in check.

“Ah! Is this how you greet an old friend? Where are your manners?” He leans on the side to address Celia directly with a friendly smile. “Hi! I’m Jason. And you are?”

“I’m-” 

Max cuts her off, repositioning himself. “I asked you a question. What are you doing here?” 

Jason maintains eye contact with Max, but takes a step back. Max is not duped: it's to better pounce. He's testing out Max's reactions. He might have wanted to come across as friendly, but the tightness in his jaw and the slight squint betray him.

“I came to visit one of my cousins about two weeks ago and you cannot imagine my surprise to see you walk by as I was getting a smoke,” chuckles Jason. “I’ve been checking in with what you’ve been up to since then. Honestly, man, you lost your edge if you didn’t notice me on your trail for two weeks!” 

Max's face gets hot. Two weeks. He's been followed around for two weeks! His instinct did pick this up, but he was too… comfortable to make sense of it. He let Jason gather two weeks worth of knowledge he can now use to his advantage. What was he able to find out in that time?

“Must have been bored out of your mind.” Max says with a twitchy smirk.

Jason snorts. “It’s been what… six months?” He gives Max a playful thump against his shoulder. “Six months since you’ve disappeared and left us without saying goodbye. You can’t just leave like that, man. We had plans.”

“With how things ended on the last job, I thought it would be best for everyone if I just left. I’m sure you can carry on without me. I came here for a fresh start. I don’t want anything to do with that life anymore.” 

The back and forth in Jason's movements are making Max anxious.

“A fresh start? Is that so? A part-time job at Simsmart and living in a trailer are what you aspire to nowadays?”

Max’s breath catches in his throat. Jason’s going to spill out all of his secrets before he gets a chance to. He’ll spoil everything.

That’s not what’s important, though. Jason chose this moment to get himself known for a reason. Max needs his head clear.

“What if it is?”

“Have you been brainwashed?” Jason looks mockingly puzzled. “How can this be enough for you?”

“It’s a start.” Anger, waking from events that occurred months ago, resurfaces again. Jason always thought he knew best what Max needed, robbing him of the right to choose for himself. Max gets impatient. “What do you want, Jason?”

“You’re coming home with me.”

“No. I’m not.”

Jason chuckles again. 

“Tell me, Celia, what has my boy here shared with you, hmm?”

Max flinches at Celia’s name. She never told him. 

“Did he tell you about his parents? His grandmother, probably. Do you know what he did to afford food and stuff when his parents would blow their social aid cheques on booze every month?”

Celia’s face is an open book. Jason just needs to follow her expressions to know if he's hitting the mark.

“How about me? Did he ever talk about me? No! Then he certainly didn’t tell you about what we got into when shoplifting groceries became a lot of risks for too small a payout. Credit card fraud was pretty good, quick, but it lacked a bit of excitement for me. I enjoyed car theft much more. It's much more of a rush. Our boy here was always really smart about what we'd hit. Stirred us away from getting caught more than once.”

Celia’s eyes skip from Jason to Max, searching for a sign that this isn't true but not finding any.  

“Max got scared on our last job and fled. I knew it was out of his element, but he often needs a push in the right direction to do anything, ya know? Auto theft at gunpoint is a little more intense, but damn! We couldn’t miss out on that!” 

Max wants to scream “I told you I was against that idea! I never wanted to do it!”, but he holds his tongue. Jason had the habit of recording conversations. He couldn’t incriminate himself so easily. 

“Anyway, Max was always good at things that required more... stealth. He likes to observe, be sneaky, slide in, act quickly. I guess it came in handy here too.”  

Celia turns to Max, “What is he talking about?”

“Ah! Yes, Max, why don’t you tell her about the old man who leaves envelopes of money for you? What is it? Blackmail? Extortion?... A sugar daddy?”

Max grimaces, “Don’t be stupid!”

Jason hardens, “No, you are if you think either of them really cares about you. Look at her. See the disgust in her eyes from what she just heard about you.” 

Max keeps his stance slightly in front of Celia, but he can see her retreat from the corner of his eye. He fears Jason may be right. 

“Wait ‘til she learns that this old man is her grandfather! Oups!” 

Max snaps. He swings and knocks Jason's jaw. He shouldn’t have done it: Jason’s always been a better fighter than him. It’s too late now. Max moves forward to get another hit in, but Jason recovers enough to hold him and hits him in the diaphragm. Max folds over trying to catch his breath. 

When he gets up, Jason is hiding behind Celia, a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry you got caught in this, Celia. You seem like a good girl,” he says in her ear. 

Celia looks warily at Jason from the corner of her eye before turning her inquiring gaze toward Max. “Is any of this true?” 

Max heart drops. That’s when he notices Jason’s challenging stare. He’s like a dog with a bone: he won’t let go until he gets what he wants, and Celia stands in between. The hand, the apology... she won't get out of this unscathed. Max knows what to do. She’s better off without him anyway.

Max shuts off his emotions as best he can and turns a placid stare toward Celia. “Some… most. I was homeless when you met me. There’s no aunt. I'm currently living in a trailer on your grandfather’s property. I never told him about you and you about him, because… I was just trying to have some fun with you and secure a roof over my head, really.” He chuckles the last words out to hide that his voice was cracking.

Something breaks in Celia’s eyes: her light shatters and leaves sharp splinters aimed at Max’s heart.

“So you just used me… us?” Celia’s chin trembles.

Max can’t breathe. He hopes it doesn't show. “Yes.”

Jason makes a big show of letting go of Celia's shoulder. His eyes glimmer with pride, a familiar expression Max now sees in a different light. This has always been their dynamic, hasn't it? Jason pushes and pushes until the meanest, most vile things come out of him. A while ago, Max would have considered that as a recognition of kindred spirits. Today, he finally sees it for what it is: the satisfaction of having control over him.

“Good to know.” Celia walks away. As she passes beside Max, she turns to him, her voice both soft and searing  “Stay away from me, and from my grandfather.”

Max watches her leave with all he wanted to tell her stuck in his throat. What did he just do? Jason joins him with hands in his pockets.

“Max, Max, Max… You really fell hard for this girl. I could tell. Tsk! This is for your own good, and hers too. You two are not from the same world. It wouldn’t have worked. She'd never accept you for who you are, and you'd be stuck, like you always are. You know this, man. Don’t tell me you believed otherwise. Let’s get your things.”

“I’m not leaving with you.”

“Max, you lost the girl. And soon, you’ll lose the trailer too. It’s time to go.”

“Maybe. But I won’t leave with you. I wanted out, I got out and I’m staying out.”

Jason violently grabs Max by the jaw and pulls him up. 

“You owe me.”

“I think you were compensated enough when I disappeared without taking my share.”

Jason pushes Max and swings. Max barely evades his blow. He tackles him to the ground and gets a punch in.

Jason topples him over and takes the upper hand. Max takes a pounding, “Hurt me all you want, I’ll always hate you for forcing me into our last job and for destroying everything I built here. You won’t get anything else from me.”

Jason pushes his forearm on Max's throat and gets up. Max braces himself for a kick in the back, but it never comes. When he finally looks over his forearms, he sees Jason walking away with a smoke. Max sits up and tries to keep his heart from spilling out.

Beginning / Previous / Next

[heretyc]

You ever see that video of that one guy who pelted Franco with every Glass bottle, Brick, and Rig-recharge in the Docks map??

(If not this is the link for context: https://youtu.be/Rya2slSMV7I?si=Vr00s_EaM4eEft32) Anyway I think it would be very cute if his beloved is patching him up after a trail with that particular reagent. Like picking glass out of his hair, icing bruises, gently disinfecting cuts, and lots and lots of kisses 🤌

I can hear some of my followers getting ready to go to this guy's house, anon 🤣😭🤣😭 I admire the guy's dedication, though. The current Barbi event has a challenge like that even though he literally doesn't do anything to me lmfao he even opens doors for me! This man doesn't deserve to be pelted. I love this idea 💓 [I do pelt Coyle though...I had to turn on the gen FIVE TIMES in Kill the Snitch two nights ago cause he wouldn't leaveeee omgggg].

"This is fuckin' bullshit."

Barbi's sigh was deep and bothered as his gloved hand held an ice pack to his head, letting you stitch up his chest; a reagent with a penchant for cruelty had pelted your poor Barbi with bricks, glass...hell, even a human heart! Where the hell did they get that from?!

A brick had struck him in the chest, and it resulted in a gash requiring stitches; his pretty pale skin was black and blue and red. The chest you laid your head upon most nights was swollen and bloodied, and it made you feel nothing but disgust. Carefully pushing a needle through his skin, you hissed, "I know, it's more than bull...am I hurting you?"

"No," he was quick to reassure, "I've had worse, doll. Gunshots in Cuba. Shot in the head by dear ol' dad." He smirked, giving you a wink. "Gettin' stitched by my sweetness is comparable to heaven, I assure you."

"Ha ha," you mocked a laugh, tying the stitches up once the gash was tightly sewn shut. The skin was red and angry, clearly displeased with your rough treatment. You're surprised he had yet to flinch...stitches were no walk in the park. "I'm still worried. They showed no mercy with you." You laid a little kiss on the stitching, uncaring of the itchy, stiff sutures. The action made him smile a bit before he made a face.

"Neither will I when I see them again," Barbi scoffed, shaking his head a little as you put the needle on the desk. "I've got enough teeth to make him into swiss cheese."

"I'd be happy to donate if you need any more," you teased, taking a wet rag coated in alcohol. He just huffed a laugh, letting you clean some dried blood on his head. God, how many bottles were thrown at him? You're surprised there were no glass shards in him.

"Enough about me, anyway," he clicked his tongue, looking at you with a brow raised, "How are your trials goin', doll?"

You sucked on your teeth, gently removing some glass residue from his hair, "Decent, I guess. Coyle's been a real pain in the ass."

"When is he not? The prod says enough about him."

Was he wrong? Not in the slightest. You chuckled, pressing a kiss to a section of his flesh that lacked bruising, before putting the rag down. Maroon and smelling of copper, you needed to remember to wash it.

Franco pulled you close, his eyes scanning yours for a moment as his occupied hand put the ice pack down. "Y'know, rabbit," he murmured, "I don't think I appreciate you enough."

"Oh, hush," you pouted slightly, pecking his lips. "You appreciate me in many ways."

"Mmmhm, sure...but not enough, in my opinion." He licked his teeth, clearing hinting to something as his eyes scanned you up and down.

You feigned a dramatic sigh, letting him pull you onto his lap. "Only you would think about sex when you're injured."

"Clearly. My sexy nurse needs a pay cheque," he teased, hugging you close. "After she patches up one more gash of mine. You forgot one."

What? You furrowed your brows, looking at his bare chest, face, neck...whatever was exposed. "But you only told me your head and chest were affected..." Surely you didn't miss anything? His suit was pristine, save for some glass and brick residue.

"No, no, my face was, too," His smirk was sly, "This gash...it's large, has a pink appendage in it, and won't shut up about how much it loves ya."

...Oh.

"Your lips aren't a gash, Barbi," you scoffed playfully, "Misuse of medical equipment is against the law."

He wanted to answer with snark until you continued, "But I'm quite fond of breaking laws, aren't I?"

The kiss that followed was heavy and passionate; not quite the kind of kiss that continues into a rough round of sex, but instead one that showed your love for each other. The concept of it didn't feel possible in this shithole.

Barbi pulled away with an amused expression, "My little law breaker," he giggled a little, booping your nose with a finger, "your lips are a remedy, I swear it."

Damn straight; you couldn't stop the blush that invaded your cheeks, and like the smug bastard that he was, he hugged you tighter. "I love the effect I have on you, sweetness...."

He looked down at the stitching the best he could, and whistled. "Damn, honey...you did better than the fuckin' doctors in this joint, that's for sure."

"Good. Now...you mentioned a pay cheque..." You smiled, your lip between your teeth. "How much?"

"I'm not a stingy bastard doll," he leaned in to whisper, "Is 20 kisses okay? Locations may vary..."

20 was more than okay.

[troopythedragon24]

shoutout to the kim kitsuragi dating sim I made in Microsoft powerpoint for a halloween ppt party. all the links are fully functional and there are three endings and im obscenely proud of it

dialogue transcription (image ID in alt):

ROMANTIC RESTAURANT - The air is warm with the late evening heat of summer, the intimate lighting of the restaurant casting the man across you in gentle glow.

DRAMA [Medium: Failure] - The perfect backdrop for the start of something beautiful, sire. Stand up and declare your love at once!

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - Not yet.

KIM KITSURAGI - "This is a... nice place."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Medium: Success] - Too nice for your pay cheque, he thinks- or mine.

“Don't worry, baby! I got the bill covered."

“Haha. Yeah."

"Oh my God, you're right- I can't afford this- quick, we gotta run while we can.'

Say nothing.

[cameronspecial]

OMGGG, I woke up today and thought of smth. It's gonna take forever to make if you do make this, but..

Drew starkey and Y/N, they meet at a fancy restaurant like this GIF

And Y/N thinks he's cute and she's like there waiter or smth and Drew is out for dinner w the cast to celebrate season 4 starting and she's just like really smiley or smth, anywaysss. They get eachothers numbers and talk a bit later that night and she finds out he's a Actor and he played in OBX and what not so she starts watching it and they eventually get tg after more talking. IDK, I WANT IT TO BE LONG LOWKEY, OR CHAPTERS OF THEM MEETING AND TALKING, HE FINDS OUT SOME HOW THAT SHE STARTED WATCHING OBX OR A MOVIE HE PLAYED IN AND SHES ALL BLUSHING AND EMBARRASSED, IDK ITS SM TO ASK- PLSSSS PLSSSS PLSSSSSSSSS PLEASEEEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

-Autumn

That's Him?!

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

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Y/N has been texting Drew all day. She shouldn’t have slipped him her number last night, but he was too good of the match not to take the chance to get to know him better. The table he had sat at was big, filled with, who she assumed were, his co-workers. They were all polite and respectful, helping make her job easy by being patient and stacking their plates when they were done, yet he stood out to her even in the sea of faces. He was attractive, no doubt, and always caught her attention with the most charming smile. He would joke and try to make polite conversation as she served his table. So once the time for them to close their cheque came, she took the opportunity to write her number down on his receipt. It turns out, the feeling is mutual. 

I swear I didn’t know that Nair was a hair removal product. Logan didn’t believe me though. She giggles at his recounting of when he accidentally caused his brother to go bald, not noticing her sister’s arrival in the living room. 

The shift in the couch beside her causes Y/N to turn her sister. “Are you still texting that guy from last night?” Via inquires. Y/N bites her bottom lip to hide her smile, “Yeah. He’s really sweet.” “Well, hopefully, this turns into something more because you need to get laid. Anyways, I’m going to watch my show down here.” The older sister doesn’t say anything as her sibling picks up the remote and switches it to Netflix. 

Y/N continues her conversation with Drew, letting the show on the TV drown out in the background until a familiar voice sounds throughout the room. Her eyes flick up to the large screen and back down to her phone. She recognizes the buzz head and can’t believe his presence. She also doesn’t know why she never thought about asking him where he works. “That’s him?!” she yells, pointing at the screen. Via looks at her sister like she has grown two heads, “What are you talking about?”

“That’s Drew. That’s who I met yesterday and have been talking to.”

“Hold on, you are telling me that the Drew you have been talking to is Drew Starkey.”

“I guess.”

Via pauses the show and pulls out her phone. Her sister waits patiently as her sister types something in. The phone is turned in her direction and she looks at the various pictures of her new friend on the screen. “Yeah, that’s definitely him.”

———

After a few weeks of texting, Y/N and Drew finally set a date on their calendar. His hand rests on her lower back, leading her while the hostess shows them to their table. She sits across from him with a massive grin. His hand rests in the middle of the table and she reaches out to place her hand on his, almost knocking down her empty wine glass if it isn’t for his quick reflex. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I guess I’m still feeling a little Kooky.” Her eyes glance towards his face to see if he reacts to her teasing. His face remains stoic as he tries to figure out if she used the word for the reason he thinks she did. She recognizes his attempt and pushes it even more by going over the menu. 

“I wonder if they have any fish. I’m in the mood for menhaden or as it is otherwise known as pogue.” 

Certain that the jig is now up, he sets his menu down to give her his full attention. “So you know?” he confirms. She nods, “Yes, I found out a few weeks ago when my sister was watching the show in the living room. How come you didn’t tell me?” He sighs, playing with the hoop in his ear. “I didn’t want you to treat me differently. Or for you to be scared of entering a relationship with me because I travel a lot for work and sometimes get followed by a crowd of fans.”

 She gives his hand a soft squeeze. “I understand why you would fear those things, but I promise you don’t have anything to worry about. You are still plain old Drew to me and I have a thick skin from being a waitress, I think I can handle a few teenage girls.” 

He gives her a thankful smile and holds his hand up to her, “Why don’t we start over? I’m Drew Starkey. I act for a living and I think you are the most beautiful girl I have seen. I would love it if you would go on a date with me. She giggles and takes his hand. “Nice to meet you, Drew. I’m Y/N. I wait tables and I would love to go on a date with you.” 

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[wifetomanyfictionalmen]

can i request Egon Spengler x reader where reader is a scientist and has a ghost in their lab? Reader talks very technical (similar to Egon) and maybe the other ghostbusters struggle to understand what they are talking about, but reader ends up correcting Egon on something and he’s just smitten? (i have a head-cannon that Egon loves it when he’s challenged scientifically)

Hehehehehe YES

“What. Just. Happened-“

Egon x scientist!reader

Warnings: eh it gets a bit…suggestive.

A silent groan escaped your lips as you looked up. The phantasm was still persisting with its tricks. You picked up the phone and dialed the Ghostbusters number, answering the receptionists questions. When assured you they were on their way, you put the phone down and took a few samples of the sticky residue that dripped from your book shelf. Maybe this could be useful.

You set the sample in a safe place and straightened your jacket out. Being a Doctor of Parapsychology and Science you knew this was atleast a class 4. You picked up your copy of Tobins Spirit Guide and began looking through, though it seemed the phantasm wasn’t in said Guide. You hummed as a knock on the door grabbed your attention. You opened the door and there they were, The Ghostbusters. You stepped aside to let them in and rolled your eyes at Peter Venkmans poor poor attempt at flirting. You brushed him off and turned to Ray Stantz. You’d seen his work before “The phantasm isn’t in Tobins, I checked. It seems to be a class 4. It has all the traits of a class 4, slightly more aggressive bordering on a class 5”

Ray and Peter looked at eachother with raised eyebrows then back at you. You’d turned your back to them, looking for something in a drawer. You pulled out a Geiger counter and ran if I’ve the slime as Egon Spengler was going over your office with a PKE meter. You hummed and took a mental note of the readings on the Geiger counter. Ray cleared his throat “have you seen the phantasm miss? Could you describe it?” You hummed and looked at him “I have seen it, a large, red mass of ectoplasm and anger. It has no facial features as far i saw, it had no legs but shoe stubby arms and it squealed like a pig” you out the counter down and looked at Egon who was currently scanning you.

“She’s right Ray, if the readings on the PKE are anything to go by, it’s definitely a boarding on being a level 5 phantasm, a nasty one at that” Egon looked at Ray then the others. Peter looked at them confused “Egon…for one moment pretend that I don’t know anything about parapsychology and dumb it down for me?” You rose a brow and snapped Tobins spirit guide shut making all four of them jump. “Well Dr Venkman, as you are so clueless, let me enlightened you. The big red blob is causing havoc in my office. It is disrupting my work and research, now I am a fellow doctor of Parapsychology and Science. So I’m sure you can share the sentiment of hating being disturbed!”

Peter flinched and looked at Winston and Ray before shrugging “we can’t guarantee that your office will still be in one piece when we have caught said phantasm” Ray told you and you rolled your eyes “okay” you grabbed your research and Tobins, leaving the room. A few hours later the boys walked out holding a smoking trap .

“You were right. A level 4 bordering on 5” Egon nodded at you and you didn’t even look up “I know. Is that it? How much did you destroy?” Egon looked at Ray and rolled his eyes “luckily your office is unscathed your coworkers offices however…not so much” you stood up and snapped your book shut. “How much do you want? And make it quick I have research to be doing” Egon looked at Peter and he gave his signature poor flirty smile. “How does 4,000 sound hm?” You pulled out your cheque book and wrote it for 4000 before ripping it out and giving it to Egon. “I was wondering if you would like to work together, you said you’re a Dr of Parapsychology. The ectoplasm is seemingly negatively charged so I would like to run some tests”

You rose a brow and looked at him “Well it’s actually neutral until exposed to outside elements such as my anger toward Dr Venkman and I’m going to suppose Dr Venkmans annoyance at his poor flirting tactics” the room went silent and Egon pushed his glasses up gently. He looked down hiding his bright red face, god you were perfect.

Winston looked between you, Egon and the other two and rose a brow “What. Just. Happened-“

[norriszn]

Fifteen years ago, the Super One Series Prizegiving took place at the 2010 Autosport International Racing Car Show. Over £60,000 in cheques and vouchers were handed out to the top / seeded drivers in the MSA British and ABkC National Championship classes. F1 World Champion Jenson Button made an appearance, delighting (🙂‍↕️) Super One drivers and their families with his visit to the stand.

Among the seeded drivers were Lando Norris, Alex Albon, and George Russell. Just kids in karts then. Apparently “Super One to Formula One” wasn't just a catchy slogan.

BRITISH KARTING CHAMPIONSHIPS 2010 | ABkC + MSA British Championships June 16th 2010

SEEDED DRIVERS LANDO NORRIS Super One Series ABkC Cadets Championship 2009 - Comer Cadet: 14th Super One Series ABkC Cadets Championship 2010 - Comer Cadet: 3rd MSA Cadet British Champsionship (Formula Kart Stars*) 2010: 10th

ABkC Cadets Championship 2010 results here: Rounds 1 & 2 (Shenington. 13-14 March) Final 1: P5 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Final 2: P4 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Cadet Championship Standings after Round 2: P4 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) 87 points Rounds 3 & 4 (Larkhall, Scottland. 25 April) Final 1: P3 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Final 2: P5 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Cadet Championship Standings after Round 4: P3 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) 176 points

Round 5 & 6 (Nutts Corner 29-30 May) Final 1: P8 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Final 2: P2 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Cadet Championship Standings after Round 6: P3 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) 264 points Quick pause to mention that Lando was the 2010 ‘O’ Plate winner in Comer Cadet, just in case anyone's keeping track of who was already collecting trophies at age ten.

And after the prizegiving, this photo was taken... the one Adam posted on ig back in March this year.

k moving onRounds 7 & 8 (Rowrah Circuit 19 – 20 June) Final 1: P6 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Final 2: P6 - Lando Norris (Tonykart)

Rounds 9 & 10 (Glan y Gors Circuit, Wales. 7 – 8 August) Cadet Championship Standings after Round 10: P3 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) 417 points

Round 11 & 12 (Whilton Mill Circuit, Northamptonshire. 4 – 5 September) Cadet Championship Standings after Round 12: P4 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) 473 points Round 13 & 14 (PF International Circuit, Lincolnshire. 23 – 24 October) Final 1: P1 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Final 2: P3 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) Cadet Final Standings after Round 14: P3 - Lando Norris (Tonykart) 520 points

Archive S1 Champions Results 2010 and links to Round 1-12 Results GEORGE MSA Cadet British Champsionship (Stars of Tomorrow) 2009: 1st Super One Series ABkC Cadets Championship 2009 - Comer Cadet: 2nd MSA Cadet British Champsionship MiniMax 2010: 1st ALEX MSA Junior British Champsionship 2009 - KF3: 1st *In 2009 they rebranded the championship from BRDC Stars of Tomorrow to Formula Kart Stars. MSA British Championships & S1 Cadets Tables below the cut !

2009/2010 2009/2010 Seeded Drivers (ABkC and British Champs)

Archive 2009 ABkC and MSA British Championship Positions Archive 2010 ABkC and MSA British Championship Positions

+ Here’s the famous video where you can see George taking photos of Alex on the top step with his awards

+ additional sources that clarified quite a few things for me: abkc Archives - Association of British Kart Clubs Super One British Kart Series News British Kart Championship Super One Series, rounds 13 & 14

+ yes. invisible string was playing in the bg the whole time i was searching for more info SO HERE'S THE LINK TOO rrahhhh