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buzzingblooms · 2 days

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Is there an option? | Satoru Gojo X Reader X Suguru Geto

Chapter 1

You sighed...

Yes, you did... even right before entering the club because your friend who was supposed to come with you, ditched you for her boyfriend and you are already here. Wearing a Rose gold boat-necked, sleeved short dress with Transparent mid-thigh socks, and beautiful heels to match the look. Everything was perfect for the best girl's night out, from your makeup to your hairdos, and you are not so happy right now. With another sigh, you entered the party planning to have at least some little fun on your own. But the faith had something else planned for you.

As you entered you observed the people dancing at the heavy EDM beats while some were drunk and others were hooking up at the corner. Not wanting to be involved, still hot-tempered at the fact, that your friend ditched you, you sit at the bar section, ordering your drinks while turning around and observing the main stage. Your gaze came across a dark-haired young man smoking his cigarettes while seeming to be immersed in the music. He was quite charming and handsome for someone to be alone. He had half of his hair tied up in a bun while the bottom fell to his broad shoulders. He wore baggy black clothes which surprisingly looked better on him in these beaming multi-colored lights.

You thought, "Perhaps I should talk to him.", a part of you was thrilled to find out about this mysterious dude. Slowly his eyes fell on you and you smiled, for which he smiled back. His smile slowly turned into a smirk as he leaned on the wall crossing his arms and observing you. Eyes never leaving each other and then suddenly,

“Hey there”, a voice interrupted your fantasy. You looked towards the new voice; he had white hair and was unrealistically handsome. His lips crawled into a cheerful smile and you noticed the visible wrinkle lines across his eyes behind his dark sunglasses, proving his genuine smile. You smiled back, “Hey”.

Your previous anger turned into amusement with the amount of attention you were gaining from these handsome men.

“I’m Satoru Gojo and you, sweetheart?” He smirked, gesturing for you to shake hands with him. You shook softly before he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, I smiled a little blush forming on your cheeks, and introduced yourself, “I’m (Y/n), Nice to meet you too.

"(Y/n)... I like that name." Gojo purred sitting next to you and looked at your empty hands. "No drinks yet?" As he asks this he signals to the Bartender with two fingers. "Oh yeah, it must be on the way, what about you... no drinks yet?" You trailed your words looking at him.

"But I'm already drunk from the beautiful lady in front of me" You giggled at him and he smiled before finishing his words, "Guess I will join you too, the drinks on me." He said muttering his order to the bartender who came to serve your previously ordered drink. You denied but he insisted, it was pretty annoying but in a cute way. You took yours in hand again looking at the mysterious man who was immense in his mobile, Satoru's phone chimed up as he took his glass of wine as well and smirked at the message as he looked back at the same spot you were observing.

"Oh my pretty woman already has her eyes on someone here, ouch I'm hurt." He jokingly held his hands on his chest and you chuckled.

"So you going to give up?" You asked clicking your drinks with him. "I had high hopes in you?" I sipped my wine.

"No", he declared sipping his drink as well, "But you know what? I think you are looking in the wrong direction." He said and you were quite taken aback by his comment.

"And, why is it?" you asked with a frown.

"That dude is my best friend... Suguru Geto. He is a reserved person unlike me."

"Soo?..." I asked wanting to hear his point.

Gojo giggles "I know pretty it sounds crazy, but you have me, so why look at somewhere else?" He leaned down slowly his breath hitting your face. I looked ahead "No, I'm not interested. I have nothing to do today so I give it a try to talk to your best friend. Just like you I'm a charmer as well." You smiled looking at his eyes confidently. He smirked at her words before taking another drink and chunking it down his throat.

"oh sounds like you got ditched today, sweetheart." He sighed, "So my pretty lady doesn't like me?", He said collecting your loose hair before tucking it behind your ears. You won't lie he is the best-looking person you have ever seen. His words are silly yet cute like his fluffy hair, in which you want to run your fingers. He got your interest as well, and you weren't planning to stay put and play along.

"Maybe..." You teased him and he grabbed your chin lifting it to meet his eyes. I looked back curiously wondering what he's eyes are like behind those glasses.

"Isn't she pretty?", He playful muttered suddenly as if he was talking to someone else. You got confused.

"She is... and Idiot didn't you see I was about to approach her? Did you do that on purpose?" You heard another voice, you turned around to see who it was and were surprised to see the same dark-haired guy, Geto Suguru smiling at his friend and then his gaze turned to you, His lips curling into a smirk. "Hello, I'm Geto Suguru, is he bothering you?" He leaned down whispering in your ears, a shiver running down your spine.

You tried to maintain your composure. "Very much". with a giggle.

"But I can't help it, I could just look at her every day." Gojo leaned playfully. You knew these two were too good to not get any other women they wanted and that they were just teasing you. So you looked down smiling at his silly words.

"Guess both of us got eyes on the same woman." replied. For a moment everything seemed to stop for you as you processed his words.

"W-what?", stuttered asked again.

"If you don't mind, you wanna join us tonight?" He again leaned down to whisper it in my ears, slowly biting on it.

Should You agree?

No! What about your dignity?

"You must be joking?" I laughed sipping on my wine again looking at them.

"No, we aren't pretty," Satoru said seriously.

But you liked both of them the moment you laid your eyes on those two. Yeah, it's a crush but also a miracle to have their attention on you like this too. It's rare and felt thrilled about the new experience that you might experience if you said yes.

You looked up at both the boys who seemed pretty serious as Gojo started stroking your bare thighs while Geto leaned closer almost ready for your consent to capture those sweet lips of yours. Before you could think rationally you went in with your instinct, you nodded. Suguru smirked wasting no time as he leaned down to capture your lips, kissing you slowly as you closed your eyes feeling his lips. You pulled away looking at Suguru's lips, breathing slowly and Satoru gained your attention by squeezing your inner thigh turning you around to him, and kissing you aggressively, he was completely immersed in the lust-filled atmosphere. The last thing you remember was being pushed onto the back seat of their car while Satoru climbed up on top of you and Suguru sat on the front seat starting the car.

Satoru left no time for you to think before pushing your dress down and removing it completely with your help. He observed your body making you feel self-conscious, before you could bring your arms to hide he noticed and grabbed your wrists together placing them above your head.

"Don't you dare hide yourself, sweetheart, you are so beautiful." He leaned down kissing and nibbling your neck "I want to mark every part of your skin" *he went down to her shoulders slowly unclapsing her bra and removing them. Finally letting his hands feel the softness of your chest and he mounds with it. Brushing his thumb at your sensitive hardened nipple while you moaned in pleasure from his touches.

"Ahh~ ngh.. Satoru. *you whimpered, Satoru sat up with a smirk playing on his lips, he spread your legs apart slowly and eyed the little wet damp on your pantie. You squirmed under him making him chuckled leaning down and whispering in your ear,

"Shall we begin sweetheart?"

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mauxdecode · 2 years

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#tally craven #motherland fort salem #work in progress #I’m surprisingly having fun with the hair and clothing #heads up this is going to be a talder fanart 😳#i know not everyone ships them so imma just post this one on its own #jessica my captain 😙

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roseychains · 3 months

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could you maybe do relationship/nsfw headcanons for gojo and nanami. Please

Relationship and nsfw h/c for Gojo and Nanami ~

A/n: thanks for the request! This was pretty fun writing, I enjoyed it a lot and kinda went crazy ;3

C/w: fluff, sillyness. As for nsfw, written by a minor!

Sfw

Gojo

Major gift giver!! It’s his love language and he certainly has the money to do so. If he sees something that reminds him of you, he’ll buy it for you. If he thinks you’ll like it, he buys it for you. If he thinks it’s a cool thing, he’ll buy it to show you

Sooo touchy. He’s clingy and cuddly. He always has his hands on you. Holding yours, snaked around your waist, hip, around your neck, on your thigh, it doesn’t matter. He needs to hold you. When he gets home from particularly draining missions, he just wants to wrap his arms around you and sleep

Speaking of sleep, he’s really sleepy. And snores loud as fuck, almost monstrously so. That’s only for day naps, at night, he won’t let himself sleep before you are asleep

He sometimes has bad dreams, dreams where something happens to you and will wake up and pull you closer. He’s gentle enough to not wake you up but holding you is a comfort to him

Loves to take you shopping and play dress up with you. He will pick out clothes with you then send you to the changing room, and have you walk out real quick to show him how you look

He loves showering together, and he loves washing your hair for you and vice versa

You play games together, and he rages. Y’all definitely have some shared concels for playing things together, and he will throw a fit when he loses

He likes helping you cook. He will get things out for you, cut veggies and wash the dishes while you run the kitchen

But sometimes he cooks for you, doing it all in an apron that says “kiss the chef” or something cheesy

Buys you the most expensive jewelry, and urges you to wear it anytime you go out

Hugs from behind!! Lots of sneaky teasing touches. Pinches you playfully. Slaps ur ass then runs knowing your about to turn around and get his 10x harder

He acts like he’s smaller than he is. Will definitely ask to be little spoon, but you end up wrapping around him like a backpack. Sits on YOUR lap, etc

Always wants a kiss. Never let’s you leave the house without a kiss, and vise versa

He will pose for you. Pose for you to draw him, pose for pics, etc

Let’s you practice hair, nails, makeup, and anything else traditionally feminine on him. He thinks he looks fabulous

Will attempt to take bites of your food when you aren’t looking

Nanami

Such a gentlemen. He will chauffeur you everywhere, open your door for you, carry you when your feet hurt, pay for 100% of all dates, treats you like a princess

Speaking of princess treatment, he makes you breakfast in bed “just because”

Definition of a male wife. He does all the cleaning and helps with the cooking, always has the bed made and the house tidy by the time you get home

Brushes and does your hair for you, learned how to specifically for you

Such a romantic. I’m talking candle lit dinners, rose petals adorning the bedroom, bubble baths and more

Surprisingly super shy in public. You have to break him out of his shell a little bit

He secretly wears women’s perfume when he can. He thinks it smells so much nicer than cologne

Puts your needs first down to the most minimal details. Not making you sit next to strangers on trains, letting you get the entire hotel bed to yourself, letting you shower first with the hot water, etc

He takes any and all of your injuries seriously. Even a small paper cut he will have you wash and put a bandage on it to prevent infection

He also doesn’t take any risks. He makes sure anytime you guys are outside for an extended period of time that your wearing sunscreen. When you guys are in grass, he’s making sure you have on some kind of bug spray on your ankles

Brews coffee everymorning like clockwork for the both of you. He likes it black but bought a ton of stuff for you, so he makes your coffee Starbucks style the way you like it with cream and stuff

Watches you sleep, not in a creepy way. More in like your so beautiful he can’t keep his eyes off way

He’s super into yoga, will go to yoga classes with you. He’s so stiff he needs it

He reads a lot of books, and will geek out about them to you

Frequently accidently sleeps with his glasses on, you’ll wake up beside him and he will just. Have them on. And when he gets up in the morning to take them off he has red marks around his eyes

Nsfw

Gojo

Such a fucking tease. He LOVES to get you worked up before giving you what you want

Edging and overstim both ways. He loves to get you so close to that edge, then pull out and make you whine or beg for it. He also really enjoys making yoy cum over and over until your crying and pleading with him to stop. As for himself, his main motive for edging himself is to help him last longer. Lord knows he can’t stand more than 10 minutes inside you without cumming. He also loves it when you milk him for all he’s worth, ridding him into tears

Absolutely into sensory deprivation. He gets a kick out of either you, not being able to know his next move keeping you in the dark, or him, being at your mercy

Speaking of sensory stuff, he fucking loves it when you wear his blindfold. Blocking your vision, you can only feel his touches and not see them

He cums so much, everywhere all the time. His favorite place to cum has to be all over your face. Have you sucking him off, but before he cums he pulls out and jerks it a few times before painting your face with his seed. It’s so hot to him, seeing you covered in it

He might even take a picture if you let him. He’s really into picture/video taking, just to have for himself. Whenever your not there, he can pull out his file of lewd photos and videos of you two

He is soooo vocal. He’s loud and his moans are whiny. He doesn’t hold back though, he has no shame. Matter of fact he wants everyone to know what you do to him

Speaking of, he’s a bit of a risk taker. He’s not past sneaking into a changing room for you to help him with the boner he got looking at you in those clothes

While he may cum fast, he can still last several rounds without break. He is the strongest, after all

Loves oral giving and receiving because it’s so messy. He loves it when your drooling all over his cock, or when his chin is covered in your slick

He’s a switch, but when he’s on bottom he’d moan if you step on his cock. Such a slutty submissive, and a brat too. He’d do things to get you angry so you punish him for it later <3

Definitely has considered 3somes with geto, but never brought it up

I can see him being into roleplay

He’s not insanely girthy, but he is LONGG and pretty. Has a cute curve at the end that’s perfect for you

He loves fucking your tits

His fingers are slim and long, and when he fingers you he will make you see stars

Thinks it’s so hot when he gets you to squirt

Somno with consent

If you need to be clean right that moment he will do so, but aftercare with him usually he prefers to cuddle up and sleep then clean up in the morning

Nanami

Such a service dom. He’s a provider, and that nature sticks in the bedroom. He lives to please you, and will make you cum several times before even freeing his cock from his tight pants

He would definitely dabble in bdsm. Specifically, what he enjoys is bondage and brat taming

With bondage, he has it all. It may be a small fluffy pair of handcuffs binding your wrists behind your back, two a sturdy rope tying your ankles and wrists to the corner of the bed, to full on shibari, ropes all over your body

Absolutely uses his tie and/or belt to bind you

Brat taming was something you insisted, and when he tried it he found out he got a kick out of it too. It started with you teasing him all day, and when you begged him to be rough with you and put you in your place who is he to deny you?

Both kinks are done with upmost gentleness and care. Of course. He may also engage in light impact play, small spanks on your ass and even your clit. Nothing enough to hurt, just a little love tap to startle you

His hands drive you insane. His hands are so big, they wrap perfectly around your wrists, neck, hips, waist, etc. they also reach all the parts inside you just the way you like

While he often takes the leading role, he’s not opposed to letting you ride him to get yourself off when he doesn’t have the energy

He’s not very loud, mostly grunts and quite muffled moans come from him

So much praise. He’s constantly reassuring you through the whole ordeal, calling you beautiful, gorgeous, how well your doing, how good you are for him, etc

He would degrade you if you really wanted. Again, you’d have to tell him because he wouldn’t ever say such things to you but when your begging him to say mean things to you, he’s nothing but a pleaser

Cockwarming is a big turn on. He’s a busy man, so when he has work to do but you wanna get off, he will let you sit on his cock

Similarly, he also likes watching you ride his thigh. Your wet pussy grinding up and down on his clothed leg does something to him

Aftercare god. As soon as you guys are done he’s running a bath, carrying you to it, washing you off as you just lay back. After he drys you off, he’s carrying you back to the bed and wrapping you with his arms

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disneyprincemuke · 7 months

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the great war * mv1

a look into the fight that led to the painstaking breakup

pairings: max verstappen x reader

warnings: a lot of cursing, toxic max, toxic you, mentions of cheating

notes: this is part of midnights!! i've had this fight mapped out in my head for so long that i KNEW i had to include it... take a shot every single time i write “three” or use “what” in dialogue (spoiler alert: you’ll get wasted!!!)

fun fact: i wrote the first half of that night i came home from the club

(series masterlist)

you twirl a piece of your hair on your finger, eyes stuck to the screen hanging above you. the headphones sit on your ears comfortably as you bite down on your lip.

in front of you is max’s car being dragged back into the garage by his engineers.

knocked out in p2 for the first time this season, on a track he’s never had much luck with in his career — you can kind of understand why he’d be annoyed. especially when their partner team has made it further than him.

normally, it would have been okay. but this is max’s season as he claims it.

you nod to yourself, and gently take off the headphones. you turn towards the door that leads to the paddocks. there are a few interview panels that max has to go through with the unexpected result.

with all that transpired, max wouldn’t be in the best mood. you’re just trying to make sure that it doesn’t get to his head and doesn’t project it to your conversations later.

your presence in the garage is no longer necessary since max would not bother passing by.

you’re stopped by lily in the paddocks, making some small talk about the restaurant her and alex tried when they arrived a few days ago. you share a laugh about not really knowing how to approach singaporean dishes.

but you agree to try out some local food for breakfast with max if you have the time. immediately, you briskly walk back to max’s driver’s room to make him some coffee.

the jetlag you both get arriving in singapore is never easy, no matter how many times you come back. the visit is always too short to make adjusting your body clock easy.

surprisingly, it doesn’t take him long to make it back.

you can’t decipher what made the process so quick: did he kimi raikkonen his way through it, or have the journalists finally learned their lesson when max has had a bad time on the track?

the frustration on max is obvious. he doesn’t greet you when he comes in, just locks the door behind him and makes a sharp turn for the table to his left.

you were seated on the couch to the right.

you wait to see if max would acknowledge your presence, or at least give some attention to the coffee in the mug on the table. but seconds pass as max organises his items, shoving articles of clothing and fan gifts into his bag without a word.

without even turning to drink the coffee that slowly cools from its hot temperatures.

“i made you coffee,” you mutter, finally standing from your comfortable spot on the couch. you walk towards him and stop in the centre of the room when he sharply turns his head to the mug. “just how you like it.”

“oh, thank you.” he can barely make out a firm sentence, his tone faltering and hands shaking as he reaches out for the mug. “i hadn’t noticed, darling. i’m sorry.”

you nod, whispering a reassuring phrase. something about you understand how he feels. “i’m sorry about qualifying.”

instead of a verbal response, like you’d prefer, he simply shrugs. he turns around to finally face you, hands carefully gripping the hot mug as he blows into it.

you smile slightly and shove your hands into your back pockets. “you know, if you’ve got nothing past 11, i was thinking we go to this place lily told me about. she went with alex a few days ago; i heard the local dishes they serve is really good.”

he shakes his head. “i’m really tired. not tonight, darling, i’m sorry.”

for the first time since he left his race car that night, he finally lifts his blue eyes from his blank stare at the ground to look at you. “maybe we can go on monday before we fly off to japan?”

you jaw hangs low, nodding slowly as you retract back to the couch behind you.

max notes this and finally pushes himself off the table he’s leaning on. “let’s order some food to the hotel after this? they’ve got good options for delivery.”

“sure,” you nod slowly.

you move your gaze away from him, now mimicking the blank stare he had on the ground.

you haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately, even having fought right before flying to singapore. it was about something you can’t even remember now; for all you know, it could’ve been something about the toilet seat being left up.

which, now that you think of it, is what you fought about.

“(y/n).” the mention of your name makes you lift your head up, tilting it to the side to urge him to continue. “you made my coffee with two sugars?”

“what?” your eyebrows furrow very slightly. max has always been particular with the way he drinks his coffee. so you’re very sure that you mixed three sugars in instead of two, a mistake you made earlier in your relationship. “of course, i made it with three. that’s how you like your coffee.”

you watch him take another sip, tongue running over his lips as he deciphers the drink in his mouth. he doesn’t say anything else, but he does put the mug down on the table.

you narrow your eyes into a glare. how different can black coffee be in singapore that the three sugars you put inside make such a difference?

a difference big enough for him to mistake it for two sugars?

you sink into the couch, following max’s every move in the small room. seriously, how different can the coffee be here? and why is it such a big deal that it tastes a little odd?

why couldn’t he have just secretly put in another packet of sugar when you weren’t looking like he used to? does he now enjoy the luxury of pointing out your mistakes because of how long you’ve been together?

“what,” max halts halfway across the room and turns to you, “the fuck are you staring at?”

“i don’t know, the ghost in the corner of the room,” your words drip with sarcasm, noticing the way this changes max’s expression. “obviously you.”

“what is it now?” he sighs impatiently, hands resting on his hips as he leans his weight on one leg.

“what the fuck do you mean?”

“you’re giving me that stupid glare again. when you’re annoyed, you glare at me like that,” he points at you knowingly, “so please. enlighten me as to how i’ve managed that tonight.”

you raise your eyebrow. your heart starts to pound in your chest as you tilt your head in disbelief. “why are you talking like i don’t have a reason to be annoyed at you right now?”

he hums as his eyebrow raises. “you're the one who made my coffee wrong.”

“i made it how you like it.”

“this is not three sugars, (y/n).”

“but it is. i made it, max.”

“i’m sure you did. but this doesn’t taste like three.”

“okay. whatever. i made it with three, though.”

“you know what? fuck you. this isn’t three sugars — i don’t know why you keep trying to defend yourself.”

“and why’d you have to point it out? will it kill you to literally just reach a little to your right in the drawers to add sugar in?” you push yourself off the couch now, hands on your hips as you stare at him. “it’s really not that serious, max.”

he scoffs. “i’ve had a long day, (y/n). seriously, all you had to make was one cup of coffee. it shouldn’t be that hard.”

your eyes widen at his words. you take a daunting step forward and fold your arms over your chest. “i didn’t have to make you that cup of coffee — it was out of courtesy. the least you could have done was say thank you.”

his stare softens, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. as if realisation had dawned on him, “thank you.” he pauses to sigh and the cold demeanour makes its comeback. “for nothing because you didn’t even make it right.”

“what the fuck is wrong with you, max? you’re so fucking dense, you can’t even say thank you anymore?”

“and what for? you’ve become unattentive, (y/n)! you’ve gotten lazy with our relationship!”

“lazy would have been just staying home instead of flying out here with you when i have a big presentation this week! i made the effort to come out here and support you.”

“i told you that you didn’t have to come if it’s too much! you insisted!”

“because i’m your girlfriend! i want to be there for you and make time. but if you don’t appreciate that, then fine. i won’t do it again.”

“that’s not even what i fucking said. come on.”

“but it is what you said. if having me around is more trouble than it’s worth, this will be the last race i’ll be at.”

“this isn’t even about you making time to be here? it’s about how you made my coffee wrong!”

“make your own coffee, then! or maybe you’d prefer if kelly did it for you?”

max closes his mouth as he finds the reply at the tip of his tongue sucked out. he looks at you in disbelief, hands now on his hips as he chews on the inside of his cheek. “what?” he shouts.

it’s been nothing less of a toxic cycle. you fight, you say things you don’t mean, you hurt each other, you cry, and then you make up.

but there’s a feeling you can’t shrug off in your stomach as you exchange strings of frustrated screams in his tiny driver’s room. neither of you notice the figure walking by the window before it briefly turns away when your screams come into range.

not even the fact that there is a group of your friends waiting outside at the rendezvous point in the paddocks, awaiting your arrival to invite you both for dinner.

they’ve just started making their way out after a distraught liam simply shrugs when they ask about your attendance at the gathering. the young driver simply shrugs and tells them that he doubts both of you will make it out tonight.

then they all just turn and make their way out to explore the city.

now, you're across the massage table in max's driver's room. the mention of kelly and your issue with the woman's association with your boyfriend sparked up a bigger fight.

you're no longer fighting about the coffee: now it's about who can hit who the hardest and come out triumphant from this fight.

it's now you versus max.

you lean forward propped up by your palms flat on the table as he stands at the other side waiting impatiently.

"what about that time you went to that party when i was away for a race? i told you not to go, (y/n)! you disappeared on me for hours!" max spits at you, hands thrown in the air as he gets into the fight.

"yeah, cause god forbid i have a life while you're out doing your own thing," you laugh dryly with an eye roll. "can't deal with the fact that my world doesn't revolve around you anymore, max?"

"totally not the point of my argument. you disappeared on me while you were out drunk - think of what could've happened to you. i was so worried."

"worried for my well-being or worried that i was out cheating on you?"

the room falls to silence, max dropping his hands to his side. you purse your lips together as you stare at him, your arms now folded over your chest. "what's wrong, max? hit too close to home?"

"and so what if i thought you were out cheating? it's valid if my girlfriend disappears on me on a night out."

you roll your eyes and wave off his concern. "so you admit - you thought i cheated on you that night. is this why you're always like this? the looming question in your head if i was, in fact, unloyal that night?"

he sighs, shaking his head. he turns away from you as he rubs his forehead in frustration. "what is the point of us having this conversation? this is not what we're fighting about at first."

"look at me and tell me you don't trust me anymore." your voice is tired, now multitudes softer than a few seconds ago. "what is the point of us now that this is what we've come to?"

a small part of you realise that this was the feeling you couldn't shake off when this fight had started. it's the inevitable thought of breaking up that would ease everything between you. after all of this fighting, all these misunderstandings and miscommunication, there's only one way to make it all go away.

your eyes sting as tears fill your eyes. you watch as max drops himself on the couch, leaning into the armrest as he rests his hand in his hands. you trudge over to where he is, head hanging low as you feel a sob shake your chest.

you shake your head and look down, avoiding his eyes as he turns to you when you slowly bring yourself down to the couch. "i can't do this anymore, max."

he doesn't answer immediately. you hear a shakey sigh pass his lips, melting into his couch more. "i'm tired."

your breath hitches with a sob. your head starts to feel light as you cry harder. you still don't look at him. "i think we need to break up."

minutes pass without a response from max. he doesn't even move an inch, his loud breaths and your muffled sobs are the only sounds that surround you.

you don't even notice all the scrambling outside from the team, packing up from their meeting to go back to the hotel.

you lift your head and turn to max. he's angled away from you, his fingers picking at his bottom lip with his tear-filled eyes. his breathing is steady as he stares at the blank dark blue walls.

you remind yourself: no answer is an answer.

so you do what you think is a favour to both of you. you get up and grab your purse from the ground, walking towards the door. the most painful part isn't all that he said to you that night, it's the fact that he just let you walk out without another utter of a word.

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imtryingbuck · 2 months

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Forty Five

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 1,483

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. Domestic abuse mentioned. This one is short, im sorry.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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‘Grace and Bunny’s Haven’

Each letter engraved in the bricks bold and proud on the administration building. Behind it stood the housing unit which looked more like a manor than anything. There was large fence that sounded the whole property, the gate opening for safety to those who needed it, right where her former home use to sit.

True to his word Bucky let Y/n bulldoze the remains of the house she spent her early childhood being tortured in. Surprisingly it was very therapeutic for her. The massive smile on her face when the remains went down made Bucky’s heart tingle.

In five years the woodland that once was a sanctuary for Y/n had been transformed into a sanctuary for women in need.

The manor had twenty bedrooms with the same amount of bathrooms, at the time of opening there was only ten available rooms as the rest were still being done up. A large and spacious kitchen, two large living rooms, a huge dining hall, a kids play room that had already been filled with books and toys that were either donated or brought new. There was a day room at the back that had a skylight, it was beautiful in the summer. Two rooms on the lower floor was to be used as counselling rooms Y/n had already hired councillors and actually let them have their say on how the rooms were decorated.

On the grounds there was a park for children with slides, swings, seesaws and other fun little things for children. Sam just had to go on the slides and swings to make sure they worked, so he said. On the other side there was a green house, it was something that her mama always said she wished she had.

Owners of furniture stores were kind enough to donate furniture for each of the rooms, people went through their homes finding things that could be donated when word got out about Grace and Bunny’s Haven, a lot of children things ranging from clothes, shoes, books and toys were mainly donated. A couple came with a moving van and gave Y/n cots for babies, pushchairs, highchairs and many other different things for babies, they explained that they use to run a day-care out of their home, they retried two years prior they no longer needed them. Y/n could have cried as she hugged them and thanked them.

The finishing touches were being done when a woman no older than twenty five showed up seeking safety with her two three year old twins. Charlotte became the first person to be under their protection.

The doors opened two days after Y/n’s forty fifth birthday and already five rooms were being used. Charlotte and her twins taking up one room seeking safety from her abusive ex boyfriend, Maryanne was in her mid-thirties and had a son who was seven years old. Carla had five children with her when she showed up covered in bruises, she and her youngest had a room together whilst the other four had the room next to hers. Robin was the youngest out of the women at nineteen, when Y/n heard her story it broke her heart, poor girl had gotten pregnant when she was seventeen two months before she gave birth her boyfriend had been killed in a car crash, hers and his family had turned their backs on her and the baby for over a year she bounced from one place to the next with her daughter until she found a flyer at the hotel she managed to save enough money to stay at for a few nights. The next day she showed up asking for help.

All of the children got along with each other, unknown to them they had actually broke the ice between their moms as none of them knew what to say to the other. Now the four women were friends and helped each other out when needed.

“I’m proud of you, you know that don’t you?” Bucky asked after handing Steve another box of things that had been donated.

“I couldn’t have done it without you Ducky”

“I didn’t do anything my love”

“You brought the land, got everything ready-slow down Luca or you’ll trip-” Luca was the second oldest of Carla’s, he was running past the administration building to go and play on the park with the other children.

“But you’re the one giving these women hope and safety, not me I’m just doing all the heavy lifting”

“Heavy lifting? Buck you keep picking up boxes full of clothes” Steve shouted from the storage room.

“Fuck off. Do you need me to do anything Bun?”

“Nope, actually you could help Steve we got a rather large donation in last night so”

“I can do that, gimme a kiss first”

Kissing Bucky before he went over the storage room, Y/n stood at the front desk with a smile on her face. Proud of how everything turned out, proud of the fact that she could help women who needed it. Every time the moms saw her they thanked her, every time, even though she told them that they didn’t need to thank her at all, they still did.

Wanda had come and brought the twins along with Y/n’s and Bucky’s children who were all currently playing tag with the other children, their laughs brought a smile to her face. When the gates came open and a police car drove up to the administration building, this wasn’t new as Maryanne and her son was brought to her in a police car, what was new though was that instead of a woman sitting in the back it was a man.

“Morning Mrs Barnes” Officer Jones greeted as he got out of the driver seat.

“Morning, who is he?”

“He needs safety and yes I know this is a place for women but he needs help, no one else is willing to take him in”

“Oh. Right well let’s get him in so I can interview him” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw his wife walking in front of a man and two little kids and Officer Jones, he gave Y/n a questioning look that she just waved off.

Y/n offered a seat to the man and told the two young children play with the toys that were in the room whilst Officer Jones stood at the door. “Hi I’m Y/n, your name is?”

“Henry. Look I understand if you can’t take me in just say no so I can fin-“

“Who said I can’t take you in?”

“I’m a man”

“And? Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean anything. How about you give me the rundown of why you are looking for help and-“

“So you can judge me?”

“Why would I judge you?”

“Because I’m a man, a man that would get beat the shit out of him by his wife. The mother of his two kids, been put in hospital more times than I can recall, never once laid a hand on her. Never. I’m a man who’s now seeking help at a place that was made just for women, bet you think I’m weak don’t you?”

“You’re not weak because you married an abuser Henry. You’re not weak for coming here asking for help. You’re not weak at all so please do not think that about yourself”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I-I-I didn’t mean to snap. I promise”

“It’s okay, Henry look at me, it’s okay I promise. How about you tell me about your babies, yeah?”

“My oldest is Robbie he’s five, youngest is Lucy she’s two”

“Five and two, how old are you?”

“Thirty three ma’am.”

“Have you filled for divorce?”

“Yes but she refuses to sign them”

“Okay, can you write down any allergies you and the kids have and any medication you or they need please?”

“W-what?”

“Allergies and medication…”

“No I understand that b-but are you really letting us stay here?”

“Of course I am, Grace and Bunny’s Haven is a safe place for everyone who’s victim of domestic abuse. A room is already set up for you, I’ll give you the tour when you are ready”

“Tha-thank you, thank you so much”

After giving Henry and his children a tour, she introduced him to the women who was understandably nervous but they trusted Y/n’s judgement, they knew that she wouldn’t bring a man into their sanctuary if he wasn’t trustworthy or had gone through what they had gone through themselves.

Getting home that night Y/n had a hot shower whilst Bucky got the children into bed, she was proud of what she had created and though she had some understanding of what these women and man was and had gone through it didn’t stop her from getting emotional thinking about the pain they went through.

Bucky held her tight that night as they slept.

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loaksbabyy · 1 year

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ours only—sully boys x human!reader

warnings: smut! p in v, oral m receiving! creampie! fingering! squirting! (lmk if i missed anything im literally falling asleep as i post this) MDNI 🔞

a/n: wc: 3.1k, i didn’t proof read well enough sorryyyyyy

you’ve been on pandora for your whole life right along with your older brother spider, too young to get sent back to earth. so throughout the years you’ve adapted, learning to become one of them even though you looked nothing like them.

and surprisingly, people from the omaticaya clan learned to love you. crazy, i know.

as a 9 year old you did a lot, you went on children hunting field trips, with the na’vi kids.you passed all the training tests you ever got, were rewarded with weapons appropriate for your age, and human made loincloths and tops.sometimes, exploring the safe parts of the forest for food to bring back to the lab.

“look norm! I’ve gotten us some banana fruit.” you excitedly shouted placing the large baskets of fruit on the table.

“wow, that’s great y/n! you really are true na’vi.” he complimented, ruffling your hair in the process.you giggled at the feeling before sticking your tongue out at the 2 sully boys that sat in the other room playing with spider.

they rolled their eyes while lo’ak gave you the finger, something he learned from jake.

now the relationship you had with neteyam and loak was something. you didn’t hate each other of course not but you often found yourself teasing them due to you simply being more skilled for a human, and really tall for your age.they were just a couple of inches shorter but it still boosted your ego to be little them and mess with them, even though they were older, you did it just for the fun of it.

but that all changed throughout the years, the picking on them? no. you developed into a young lady, having curves, plump breasts, and a round bottom. you didn’t let that stop you from being the true warrior you were, but neteyam and lo’ak did grow a strong disliking for you as you all grew.

your ego grew bigger and you became more bitcher. this made their blood boil, the two of them wanted nothing more than to fuck some sense back into you, you were a brat and needed taming.

they really had a hard time straining away from taking you and breaking you. the way your body popped from the skimpy clothing, the accessories that laid on your chest having a very hard time keeping your cute little nips covered.

you’d occasionally catch their thirsty stares every time slipped.

“yea kiri told m— oh!” you gasped in embarrassment, cutting the convo you had with tsireya quickly adjusting the beaded piece to shield your tits, not failing to see neteyam and lo’aks eyes on you from the corner of your eye.

“quit looking pervs.” you spat putting them on blast, they instantly shifted their gazes to the ground.

“as if.” neteyam replied back with a snarky remark as you returned your attention back to the convo with tsireya. lo’ak’s eyes never left your toned back, he couldn’t stand you, always thinking you ran something.

“one day, I’m gonna fuck her up.” he promised through gritted teeth, neteyam just let out a dry chuckle at his brother's words.

he wasn’t laughing, he was dead serious.

today jake sent neteyam and loak out on a mission that they failed to complete. your attention was torn from the fruit you were cutting, and was set on jake who was scolding his two sons, you discreetly watched from the tent norm and max put up for you, creeping behind the bushes and seeing neteyam bruised up while lo’ak stood on the side barely even listening to the lecture.

skxawngs, can’t even fucking do a simple mission right, you thought to yourself snickering at the scene that unfolded in front of you.

“you take that shit off your face.” he pointed in lo’aks face

“both of you seat the ikran, you're dismissed..go!” jake shouted shooing them away, your eyes trailied them as you were watching them disappear into the forest. now seemed like the perfect time for teasing those two dumbasses, so you followed them.

their destination was at a waterfall, sitting on two big boulders blaming one another for what went down today. “if you’d just fucking listen we wouldn’t be here!” neteyam stated in a tone laced with anger, lo’ak protested not going for the bull shit his brother was saying.

“i’m fucking tired of always listening to you, some things can go my way.” lo’ak clapped back, neteyam scoffed at that, he never has any smart ideas who on earth would wanna listen to him?

“i think both of you are idiots, with no skills.” you spoke, the two boys not knowing where you came from. they paid you no mind not having the time to be teased and picked on by a fucking human. you titled your head in a cocky manner noticing how they didn’t have a comeback. you inched closer towards them, hands crossed over your chest with a teasing grin.

“not gonna say anything slick.” you asked obviously wanting a rise out of them, neteyam exhaled deeply before locking eyes with you to speak.

“y/n seriously, go away.”

“yea bro, no one has time for you.”

you laughed at how upset and serious they were taking you. you decided to provoke them even more by taking a step further now being arms length within them, you yanked at one of lo’aks braided that dangled in front of his face, and pulled on a couple of neteyam braids they fell freely.

“kehe!” you earned a hiss from both of the boys, you watched as they stood up, towering over you instantly with fists clenched at their sides. you really got a kick at how easily you got under their skins.

“alright alright, i’m done.” you put your hands in ‘surrender’, neteyam was a bit more mature than his brother so he wasn’t ready to crack just yet doesn’t mean he wasn’t there but loak, you had one more thing to say and he swears to ewya he was gonna fuck you up.

“pussies.” was your final word as you proceeded to walk away, which checked out for lo’ak. he forcefully grabbed you by your forearm, pulling you into his grasp and wrapping his veiny hand around your throat, a shaky breath erupted from your throat at the loss of air your lungs received but even after getting almost choked to death you still managed to have a stupid fucking smirk on your face, making lo’ak even madder.

“bro, chill.” neteyam warned carefully looking back n forth at you and his brother, lo’ak breath was ragged, and he pulled you closer to his face, only a couple inches away, flashing his sharp fangs as his mouth parted open slightly.

you swallowed thickly not knowing what to expect from him, you’d never seen him this mad before.“i’ve had enough of you, and that big fucking mouth.” he complained gritting his teeth hard enough to crack a tooth.

“yea? well do something about it.” you spat at him returning the same furious energy. a scoff mixed in with a laugh came from loak, he roughly let go of your neck and reached to the back of your head, getting a firm grip on your hair then shoving you on your knees.

“oh i’m gonna do something alright.”

“ow! fuck!” you cried in pain, he leaned back on the boulder he sat on a couple moments ago untying his loincloth and letting it fall to his ankles, exposing his big fat cock. your eyes widen in thirst and fear, he really didn’t expect you to be able to put that in your mouth or even in you.

“n-neteyam..” a noise much like a whimper came out as you glanced over at his brother with desperate eyes hoping he’d stop his brother from ripping your fucking mouth apart, and of course, he wasn’t against it, he was with it.

“can’t help you baby, now be a good girl and take it.” he ordered standing over you with his arms crossed over his chest, your body went hot knowing there was no way out of this.

“b-but—

“you wanna take both?” he aggressively asked raising his brow, you choked on your spit at the thought of that, rapidly shaking your no head at neteyam before shifting your attention back to lo’ak, who gave you a lazy smirk while massaging his tip.

“open up.” he directed aiming his mushroom-like head at the entrance of your mouth, you took a deep breath ready for what was about to come. instead of you taking the wheel, lo’ak plunged his hefty cock inside your mouth, immediately making you gag at the full feeling in your mouth.

“o-oh fuckkk.” he groaned throwing his head back in pleasure, he began thrusting at a slow pace the quickly sped it up once his dick was coated with your spit, he let out sexy moans and groans as tears welled in your eyes at the burning sensation you felt in the back of your throat, he removed his hand away from your head to where he was no longer guiding you.

“make me cum.” was all he said, you pulled off of his cock making a ‘pop’ noise, you passionately stroked his dick while holding strong eye contact with him, still keeping the stare you gave one another you ducked your head down taking both of his balls in your mouth sucking them in the midst of jerking his cock.

“o-oh my god, just like that! fuckin slut.” he moaned watching you pleasure him like the good girl you were, neteyam crept up from behind you placing little wet kisses on your shoulder and shoulder blades, his hands went to your soaked loincloth rubbing tiny little circles on your clothed cunt, while sucking on your neck.

“don’t cum.” neteyam demanded, completely tearing your loincloth off of your body, and throwing it somewhere in the forest, he poked his slender blue finger at your entrance, collecting some of your slick then slowly pushed his finger in watching your pussy engulf it.

“o-ohhh!”

you let out a strained whine adjusting to the size of neteyam’s finger before kissing lo’ak’s tip, swirling your tongue around it, taking as much as you could leaving your hand to take care of the rest. the only sounds that filled the air were lo’ak’s series of moans and groans, along with the of his cock repeatedly hitting your throat with an ‘ak, ak, ak!’ sound and your cute little muffled moans and whimpers.

you came up for air letting out a extremely loud moan at the feeling of neteyam’s, now two, fingers curling inside of your dripping pussy. “don’t stop! please!”

lo’ak growled not liking the fact of you getting too distracted from making him cum. he placed two hands on the back of your head, forcing you back down on his cock then began fucking your face, and when i say he went a tremendously fast pace, i meant.

“i’m so fucking..close, shit!” he grunted, abs tensing while rutting into you like a sex toy, signaling he actually was close, you gave some more love to his balls, caressing them so gently with trembling fingers from trying not to cum yourself, and that’s what sent him over the edge.

“don’t fucking move, ohh fuck yess!” he let out another series of moans, giving one more sloppy thrust in your mouth before shooting warm hot spurts of cum all over your face, painting you like a pretty picture.

“t-there you go lo’ak.” you cried, giving the boy a small praise, an overwhelming feeling of pleasure washed over you causing your thighs to shake signaling that your orgasm was coming as well.

“nete’ can i-i please cum, i promise i won’t be a brat anymore!” you begged sobbing in the process feeling the coil tighten in your stomach.

“if you cum, your gonna take both me and lo’ak at the same time.do you understand?” he stated purposely fucking his fingers into you at a quicker speed knowing it was gonna send you over the edge, he wanted to see if you were gonna actually disobey him.

you whimpered looking up at lo’ak through your teary eyes, swallowing hard, focusing on anything but cunning.you watched him reach for the knot that held your top up, undoing it.

he licked his lips hungrily at the sight of your huge perky breast, taking one in his mouth while toying with the other.he flashed his fangs before taking a tiny bit out of your full breast tasting the copper-like taste on his tongue, you winced in pain gripping his braids.

“these pretty fuckin tits, so round and full.” he growled messily licking and nipping at your breast and the swollen bud sending a warm feeling down to your core, you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you had to cum.

“i-i c-cant do it! i’m cumming, i’m cumminggg!!” you squealed shaking uncontrollably, lo’ak unlatched from your tits watching you come undone. you squirted all over neteyams thighs, followed by some of your cum, your head fell gently on lo’ak’s knees as you came down from your high heavy breathing.

“i’m sorry tey’ so sorry.” you wept placing a tiny hand on his large knee hoping he’d forgive you, he wiped away the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead trailing his hand all the way down to your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“bad girls don’t get rewards, they get punished.” he whispered in your ear, kitty licking the top of it, you shuddered in his hold giving him those doe eyes that worked on anybody, placing your hands below his abdomen.

“i’ll be a good girl next time, teyam’ please.” you begged, he gently lifted you up from the moss that painted the floor, repositioning you on all fours. “we’ll try to be gentle.” he responded, your lips quivered at was about to come.

“go grab her something to bite down on.” neteyam order his younger brother, lo’ak scanned the area spotting a thick chunk of tree,“this’ll do.” he held the object to where you were, you accepted it with shaking fingers before placing in your mouth, keeping it secure with your teeth.

neteyam removed his loincloth, throwing it somewhere like yours, and lubricated his cock by spitting on it, loak doing the same as well. they each conjured up some saliva then lip it drip slowly from their lips onto your glistening pussy making you melt at the warm feeling.

“same time?”

“same time.”

you felt their tips poke at your entrance, slowly inching inside of your tight little pussy, the tips were barely even inside of you and still, they shoved their thick, lengthy, cocks inside of you..possibly ripping something.

“O-OHHH SHIT!! S’TOO B-BIG, TAKE IT OUT P-PLEASEE!!” you screamed immediately dropping the chunk of the tree from your mouth, reaching back to push their lower abdomens away from you. they groaned at feeling your pussy suffocating their throbbing cocks and swatted your hands away.

lo’ak pinned one arm down while neteyam pinned the other, tears of pain streamed down your face at the horrible feeling, “you gotta get used to it, y/n.” lo’ak grunted while slowly moving at the same pace as his brother, you sobbed placing the object back in your mouth tryna to feel more pleasure than pain.

as they moved in and out, you cried bucking forwards but they would quickly pull you back, but as they inched deeper your slick coated their cocks making it easier for them to enter and halfway exit. soon the pain washed away, they stretched your tiny little hoe wide which made you get used to the feeling.

“mhm fuckkk, just like that! makin' me feel so good” you moaned spitting the object you no longer needed and enjoyed the feel of feeling so full and stuffed, a growl erupted from both of them, the two brothers hitched one leg up, knees still planted on the grass floor while they rutted into you at the same time.

“fuckkk baby, taking this dick like a champ huh?” neteyam groaned throwing his head back at your hold and swallowing his girthy cock, you were too fucked out to even speak a proper sentence, all you could do was let out a strained moan followed with a broken cry.

loak sent a harsh slap to your plump ass while still fucking into you deep, “he asked a question mama, are you being a big girl and taking us well.” he questioned, his and neteyams hip stuttering at you clenching around them.

“oh my god!! yes daddy! such.. a good girl!” you deliriously sobbed, chewing at your bottom lip drawing blood as you felt your release coming any moment, all of you were wrapped up in each other's moans, so caught up in the euphoric feeling.

“mhm fuck, j-just can’t get enough of this tight fucking pussy.” lo’ak admitted through gritted teeth feeling that coil tighten in his stomach, you peeked over your shoulders seeing lo’ak looking down, focusing on how his cock sank so easily into you, and neteyam bright yellow eyes were already on you.

you reached out from neteyam’s hand, taking one of his fingers in your whole hand before struggling to speak, “i l-love you guys..s-so much, fuckkk!” you cooed not being able to keep your sounds muted, lo’ak looked up at you with a sly grin loving how fucking drunk you were off his dick.

“w-we love you too.” they said in sync.

your eyes rolled back in pleasure, you returned to the position you were in and laid your sweaty sticky skin on the grass beneath you. your face screwed shut as you were about to cum.

“ngh! fuckk, fuckk, im cumminggggg!!” you wailed squirting once again, rubbing your clit for more pleasure as you creamed on their ducks and squirted on their thigh, you weren’t able to fully come down from your high due to the fact of them still giving you deep, hard strokes.

“oh my, fuckkk! you ready bro?” neteyam glanced at loak.

“y-yep, dibs on cumming in her..ready baby?” lo’ak called in a strained voice.

“no way baby bro i—”

“both of you cum in me, please!” you whined not minding if either of them did it, they both hit you with sloppy thrusts before letting out a string of moans and then cumming deep inside of your womb

“oh fuck..”

“goddamn..”

they both pulled out watching their cum mixed with some of your leak out of your gaping hole, you collapsed to the floor once you were no longer in their hold.

“i think we did our big one with her.”

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darklcy · 1 year

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𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐦.

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‣ ellie comes to you with a pair of scissors

‣ ellie williams x reader | the last of us masterlist | 833 words | pure, annoying fluff, so gay

‣ starting off pride month with a cute ellie piece from a couple months ago :)

For the stagnant, routine town that Jackson was, surprisingly there was plenty to do. Maria kept her hands busy, almost a little too much. Maybe that’s why boredom bound your limbs to the confinements of bed sheets this morning.

An off day doesn’t come across frequently. A full twenty four hours to yourself, how were you to spend it, the possibilities were endless, and yet it was the vast variety that kept you from moving out of bed. Doing nothing was always a safe choice. The blanket tucked your body deeper into its embrace, protecting your weariness from duties that could be put off till later. A content sigh hummed through your nose with the flutter of your closed eyelids.

..A burst open of the door disturbed the silence.

You didn’t have to awake to greet the person, you were already aware of who it was. A pinch formed between your brows.

“I know you’re not asleep right now.”

She earned a groan in response. Through the darkness, you could hear her sneakers tread closer to your side of the mattress, a hand gently shaking the lump of your shoulder.

“Hey.”

You peek an eye open. Ellie appeared as tired as you, torso clothed in her gray sweatshirt that still bore the spaghetti stain from the other night.

“...Can you help me with something,”

She almost sounded embarrassed to ask. You inhale as you stretch, exhaling through your nose. “With what?”

Standing up straight, her hand removing itself from you, you watched her fingers release the band holding back her tresses, the ends falling to her chest. She ran through the ends once, shaking out her head.

“I wanna cut my hair.”

You quirked a brow. “Really?”

She shrugged, glancing down at the hair tie dancing between her fingers. “Yeah, why not. I’m bored. Plus I’m tired of trying to maintain it.”

You take a moment to pause, sleep still embellishing you with its presence, before you haul yourself away from the blanket. “Okay, yeah. Let’s do it.”

Ellie was quick to hand over the scissors, seating herself at your bathroom counter, knee bouncing as you wrapped her shoulders with a towel. With a brush, you passed through from roots to split end, finding irony in her comment of maintenance, since her hair was relatively soft and kept in good condition. She gestured with her hand how short she wanted it, and so she lent over the reins, and you took off.

You were by no means a hairdresser, but cutting her hair was somehow easy. Ellie watched you concentrate from the reflection of your mirror, liking the expression your face wore whilst sectioning her hair. You asked if she was tender headed which she found amusing, as if she had to worry about you yanking her head with your gentle touch. To be honest, she liked the feeling.

“How was the patrol this morning?”

Your voice broke her out.

“Good. Yknow, same old same old.”

“You were with Jesse, right?”

Ellie tried not to nod. “Yeah.” You hummed in response, the snip of scissors adding to the conversation.

“He’s fun to work with.”

“I mean, he’s alright.”

You scoffed at her remark. “What do you mean by that?”

She shrugged and laughed. “I mean that he’s alright.”

You shake your head with a chuckle, returning your focus to the task at hand. Ellie decided to prod. “What, you like him or something?”

You meet her sneer through the mirror. “No!”

“Ohh I see.” She took your defense as confirmation, laughing at your growing fluster. You swat her shoulder. “No I don’t!”

Ellie cackled at the redness infiltrating your expression, relishing in your bashfulness. You tug on a strand of locks and threaten the blades.

“You say I like him one more time, I cut.”

Ellie froze, eyes widening. “And you do that, I’ll kill you.”

“Good, so we’re settled then.”

You smiled at her as she sighed, her mouth tightening to a line. The haircut didn’t last for much longer after that, and with a couple touch ups here and there, it was finished. Discarding the towel from her shoulders, you let her admire your handiwork in the reflection, arms leaning over the counter to get a closer look. She inspected both sides of her face with a nod of approval, eyebrows raising.

“Huh, you did a really good job. I like it.”

Turning around to directly face you, she tenderly patted the side of your bicep.

“Thanks, babe.”

The pet name prompted you to stiffen. Ellie carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred, walking to the opposite side of the bed and making herself comfortable.

“You wanna watch a movie or something?”

You blink a few times. “..Sure.”

Revisiting the burrow of your bed, familiar warmth of the blankets encasing your body, Ellie shuffled just a tad closer, her arm brushing up against yours. When you peeked at her, you enjoyed the feeling of your heart speeding up.

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#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams the last of us #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou #tlou x reader #ellie tlou #ellie tlou x reader #ellie the last of us x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader fluff #x reader #fluff #tlou x reader fluff

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tmntfixationxreader · 4 months

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♡A Dance in the Rain♡Leo x reader♡

~Leo won’t let a little rain mess with your fun~

Word count: 962

Warnings: Complete fluff, slight kissing.

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“Yes! I’m so excited to… Oh…” You open your front door to the building you were staying in, looking out into the empty front yard, only to discover it was pouring down rain.

Leo looks over your shoulder out at the rain.

“Dang… Looks like we won’t be taking that walk after all…” You mutter, and go to close the door.

Leo’s hand holds the door open.

“Why not? We should go out!” He says excitedly, then blushes. “Out- into the rain..”

You smile, but raise an eyebrow. “Why? won’t we get-”

Leo already has your hand and he pulls out onto the front steps.

Rain pours down on both of your heads, soaking you almost immediately in cold water.

“Leo!” You chuckled, flicking some water at him.

He laughs so genuinely it makes your heart flutter. He flicks water at you back, then kicks the grass to send more water droplets at your legs.

You laugh again, and look up at the sky, watching the rain fall from the cloudy heavens.

Leo watched you.

Your face smiling up into the sky, the water falling down from your hair and all down your skin, soaking your clothes even further.

You, his best friend, the most attractive person he swears he’s ever met, looking up into the sky, water drops rolling down their face.

He felt his heart flutter and melt, and his cheeks get warmer.

You noticed him watching, and smiled at him. He blushed more, but wasn’t afraid to stop looking at you.

“What?” You giggled to yourself.

“Just admiring the beauty of mi ángel,” He smiled wide.

You blush and laugh.

“I bet you came down from the sky just like the rain…” He grinned, taking a step closer to you and slowly cupping your cheek.

You chuckled giddily, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “You're a tease…”

“Maybe, mi amor, maybe…” He smirked, and gently kissed your cheek. You blushed a thousand and one shades of red.

He chuckled. “Your face is so red…”

You laughed, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “It’s probably from the rain…”

“Suuuuuuure it is…” he smirked again, water running down his face from his soaked blue mask.

“Leo!” You objected, grinning, and giving his shoulder another shove.

He laughed, then his face lit up with an idea.

He shoved his hand into his hoodie pocket, pulling out his phone that was somehow dry.

“Leo, you're gonna get that thing soaked,” You say, watching him bend over it slightly to protect it from the rain.

In only a second before his phone began to play your favorite slow song. He must have either had it saved or memorized, because he found it right away.

He put his phone back into his pocket, and held out both hands with raised eyebrows.

You smiled, taking one of his hands and putting the other on his shoulder.

He held your hand gently, then put his other hand on your hip. He seemed confident, but his face was blushing and he was clearly nervous.

You smiled at him, blushing.

Slowly he took the lead, and stepped backwards. You followed his movements, and soon you two were slowly dancing in a square.

Surprisingly, you two only stepped on each other's feet a couple of times.

You couldn’t help but smile giddily.

Leo smiled, and his mask, now soaking wet, slipped down over his eyes. He was about to fix it, when you reached up and fixed it for him.

You adjusted his mask so he could see out the eye slots, and kept your hands there for a moment longer.

“Heh.. Thanks…” he muttered, cheeks as red as the crescents around his eyes.

“No problem…” You mutter back, smiling.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, and his settles onto your hips.

He swallows, and dampens his own lips with his tongue (even though he was already soaking wet) before he speaks.

“Y/n… Could I… Can I…” He muttered, glancing down at your lips nervously.

You smile, blushing just as much as he was. You give a small nod, and couldn’t help but look down at his lips too.

He was surprisingly slow. For the turtle who was always fast and bouncing off the walls, he was the slowest he probably had ever been.

Leo leaned in, lips hovering just over yours. You could feel his warm breath against your lips.

You leaned a little forward to let him know you wanted it.

He smiled, then pressed his lips against yours.

It was warm… Yet the rain pouring down around made the both of you cold.

He was slow, taking his time and just resting in the position for a moment, before finally moving his lips a little. You matched him and slowly you two built a pattern…

Until the sky rumbled and you heard a loud crack! of lighting. Both of you jumped, lips separating, and instinctively looking towards where the lightning had struck… But of course it was far enough away that you couldn’t actually see anything.

Leo turned back to you with a smile.

“Uh, maybe we should go back inside…” He grinned, running his hand up your back over your wet clothes.

You chuckled. “Probably…”

The two of you hesitated, glancing down at each others lips before-

Crack! Boom!

Lightning and thunder stuck within the sky again and the two of you jumped.

“Ok- maybe we should go inside-” You say hurriedly, and let go of him, grabbing one of his hands.

Leo laughs, squeezing your hand as the two walk towards the front door.

“Yeah, yeah, I think mother nature is trying to tell us to take this elsewhere…” Leo smirked in a tone that sent butterflies to your gut.

You blushed, chuckling. “Leooo!”

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Leo spanish translation:

Mi ángel = My angel

Mi amor = My love

Master post

Bye bye butterflies!

#rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt #Leo x reader #leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo #rise!leo #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x y/n #tmnt x y/n #tmnt x you

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ilovehugslikealotalot · 6 months

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𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Back Home (1)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

add-on: Okay, so I though abt it a bit more and maybe Rebecca is a Ranch owner???? Babes idk. But I’d love to just read abt her taking care of some horses 😭 have fun with this, hon

-D

WARNING: hallmark cringe if ykyk, talk of past relationships, subtle angst, grief, a Christmas bakery (yes that’s a warning 😀)

When a homesick y/n comes home, she’s greeted with some old friends and old lovers. One particular person stands out to her, someone she was once very close to. What will become of this old flame?

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The cold breeze starts to bite at y/n’s cheeks. It really was surprisingly colder here than in New York. The cab was quite spacious, a nervousness took over as the realization of coming home after such a long time. What would everyone look like now? Clearly, older, but she feared things might’ve changed too much since she moved in with her aunt in America. The cab stopped in front of a Cabin home that was quite large. Warm lighting peaked through the windows, y/n released a breath of relief. Home.

The sun was high in the sky the rays peaking through the pine trees. The sound of bird chirp

Y/n pushed the car door open and heard footsteps coming from the side of the house. She turned her head to see, Eleanor, her sister.

“N/n…?” Eleanor’s voice seemed to crackle, her eyes glossy, “El…”

Opening her arms for her little sister, Eleanor ran into her arms and sniffled, it had been years since they’d seen each other in person like this. “I thought you were joking…” Eleanor laughed sightly, pulling back to see her sister’s face. “Well, I wasn’t joking if I’m here then, huh?” Y/n smiled kissing her sister on the forehead, “consider me an early Christmas gift” y/n teased, a squeal broke the sister’s apart, “Honey! You’re home!”

It was their mother, she looked older but not by much. Her crows more prominent and her hair having streaks of silver. She really was rocking the salt and pepper look. Sadly, the girls father had died this year in November. It was a tragic loss but life went on and thought it hurt. “Hey, Mom” y/n smiled, letting go of her little sister for a moment to hug her mother.

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The sun was still bright and y/n was unpacking in her room. Eleanor laid on the bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling, “Ooh! Y’know what we should do?” She exclaimed, turning her head to see y/n, “What?” She asked, still folding up some clothes and putting them in drawers.

“We should go stroll around! Keeley, Roy, and all of them are still in town!” Eleanor smiled, propping herself up. “Wait, they never moved away?” Y/n asked, halting her movements, “They’ve been here! And y’know who else is still here?” Eleanor added with a sing-song tone. “hm?”

“Miss Rebecca Welton!” El exclaimed, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “Oh no…no, no, no! Me and her ended things so long ago.” Y/n said, still not wanting to give the full details after all these years. “Ugh, fine. Well, we’re still going to town!” After y/n unpacked the rest of her belongings and let her sister lead her to town which wasn’t a long drive away. The square was bustling with people, people that y/n recognized, people that she knew. As soon as the two exited the car they were met with Keeley, “Y/N IS THAT YOU?” Y/n turned around, smiling as she hugged the small woman. “Keels! Oh my gosh, I missed you so much” y/n got to catch up with a few other people. Plus, some newer people that just moved into town. She had a feeling this was going to be a good Christmas.

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WE LOVE??? IDK BUT I KINDA LOVE.

PART TWO IS OUTTTT

#hallmark #omg i love this #series fs #Tbh Rebecca is mother #OMGOGMOMG #no words #rebecca welton x reader #ted lasso

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prince-kallisto · 5 months

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I’ve had this project for a while, but I finally finished it today! \(//∇//)\ This was meant to be a Neige LeBlanche redesign, but I strayed a bit from his original more than I intended. I have my thought process and concept art below the cut as usual! ^_^

Anyway, his design was a hard one to tackle. Haha, to be honest, I still don’t feel like he’s more beautiful than Vil! But with this, I wanted to take a lot of inspiration from classic shoujo anime and manga, where the eyes were sparkly and the hair was flowing and curled. My main three sources of inspiration were Candy Candy, Princess Knight, and of course Rose of Versailles.

Neige Leblache felt tough to design because I knew he had to stay very cute and young-looking, but how do you exactly make that sort of design “rival” Vil Schoenheit, while also not making him look like Epel?In my first passes, I emphasized a lot of the cuteness and femininity. But the more I pushed forward, the more I began to doubt the look. Again, the designs didn’t feel very “Twisted Wonderland” enough. He needed a more recognizable design and hairstyle.

I settled on a short hime cut, since Disney’s Snow White is very iconic for her short hair silhouette. I really liked Neige’s sailor hat, so I kept that to emphasize the youthful look he’s going for. I changed the color of his hat to blue, because I wasn’t a fan of how his OG hat blended into with his dark hair.

Then I had a lightbulb moment. I wanted to combine the looks of Snow White and Prince Florian. It would keep Neige’s cute looks, while also giving him a “boy-ish” and princely charm, the sort of charm that gives him a classic fairytale Prince look. Neige is also surprisingly tall, so I decided to emphasize his legs and waist.

To tie in the sailor look, I gave him a red bow, and also redesigned RSA’s coat and magestone because I don’t like drawing the details haha! I gave him brown boots as a reference to Snow White’s servant clothing in the beginning of the film, and also I think Neige still lives with the dwarves in a cottage? Idk I thought it was cute haha. Pomefiore’s dorm uniforms also has a Japanese theme to it, with the uniforms resembles kimonos. I wanted the same thing with Neige’s long lacy sleeves and his hair pin. The flowers on his sheer shoulder part of his sleeve and the hair pin is a reference to the flowers on Snow White’s grave. The iridescent pearls were just to be extra haha, and to try to keep his oversized jacket in place. The lace shapes were meant to be in the shape of apple seeds as well.

But I think the most noticeable change was Neige’s complexion. But going back to his face, I wanted his eyes to be sparkly and striking, sort of like if Epel if Epel had more confidence in his cute charm. I also gave Neige a red lip and red eyeshadow/liner, just to bring out these features more. At first, my Neige redesign was very pale, like Lilia levels of pale 😭 But I wanted to give him a bit of a tan just because haha. I think I wanted to give Neige more of a visual contrast to Vil alongside their personality contrast.

But I’m bad with watercolors, so there were noticeable streaks when I painted his skin. The more I went over it to fix it, the darker Neige got…eventually, I just embraced it and gave Neige a naturally brown skin tone haha... I personally like how it looks, but I acknowledge my redesign strayed a lot from the OG Neige. Perhaps he could just be a TWST-ed Snow White instead of being Neige himself. I really like Neige surprisingly, so I had a lot of fun with this. To me, he’s really cute and I’m happy with how turned out despite the huge struggle I had with painting him and his clothes overall \(//∇//)\

Edit: I was scrambling to post this because I was busy that day haha, but now that I have more time to collect my thoughts, I want to elaborate on what I mean by a “recognizable design.” Neige is a character with so far very little screen time, as he’s not part of the main cast. However, Chenya, who arguably had even less screen time than him in the main game (excluding GloMas), became very popular, no doubt because of his design as the Cheshire Cat. Of course, you have to account for personality as well. Neige is often considered too “goody goody” for a TWST boy, cause even though Chenya is at RSA, he still has a mischievous streak. But I think what brings Neige down even more is his design. There’s nothing automatically striking about him. He’s very cute, and I love his accessories. But as someone to rival Vil, Neige isn’t particularly more handsome or cute than the other boys in the cast. It’s partially why I personally like the darker skin tone I gave him. Since TWST doesn’t have a lot of darker skinned or even tanned boys, I feel like it could’ve helped Neige be a bit more recognizable. This is just my opinion, but I wasn’t a huge fan of how pointed the ends of Neige’s hair was either. Snow White has a very soft design, especially when considering the era she came from. I thought a soft shapes and doe-like design for Neige would’ve made the contrast between him and Vil stand out more. As some of the reblogged tags pointed out, Vil has a mature appeal, and Neige’s is much more “innocent.” I thought Book 6 would have a bit more commentary on the nature of celebrity industry, because I thought it was fascinating how Neige didn’t seem taken aback from Rook’s stalker-ish behavior? It made me wonder if he’s used to it, especially since his character was meant to have a cuter and innocent appeal, compared to Vil who seems unapproachable. ANYWAY this ramble went on longer than I intended, it probably deserves its own post to talk even more 😭 I just really like Neige, I think he’s underrated but admittedly TWST didn’t exactly give him his chance to shine, especially in EN when his song was cut.

#twisted wonderland #twst #redesign #my art #twst neige #neige leblanche #twst Neige LeBlanche #kallistopost

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infamous-if · 1 year

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I’m curious what the RO’s homes/bedrooms look like because I think it can tell a whole lot about someone 🤔

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED. I was actually ruminating over what Sev's room/apartment, in particular, would look like the other day.

Seven's room is very dark to me. Black walls, a lot of band posters plastered everywhere. It's a mess but an organized mess. Very much what a music enthusiast's room would look like in a 2000s teen movie lol. They've never grown out of the 'fanboy/fangirl' phase so they'd just have posters all over, they have a dresser of vintage records on one side and a mirror full of photo booth pictures and photos of their life tacked to it. Their bed is never made, mostly because Seven is always in bed when they're home. Seven has clothes strewn just about everywhere but they claim to know where everything is. A lot of ripped-out pages of scrapped out song lyrics on the floor. My imagination of Seven's songwriting process is a lot of pacing, a lot of humming. They get their best ideas while doing other stuff like cleaning and cooking. Outside of their room, their apartment is also messy with a lot of novels strewn about. Seven is very sentimental so every gift they've ever gotten is on display. Their bathroom is clean but messy; just a lot of hair products and makeup everywhere. Seven's "I just rolled out of bed" look is a stylistic choice lmao

I can imagine Sev being a very annoying neighbor to have since they always have music on and they're always singing. Seven has never actually cleaned their place quickly because of all the times they stop to have a mini concert in their living room. Seven is fun when they're alone lol

Orion's is expectantly clean and very minimalist. His room is barren, a plain black bed with a metal headboard. He always has incense burning and has an air purifier and a lot of tech. Everything is spotless and there's not anything out of place. Orion's place is a lot of dark furniture, a lot of leather, and a lot of gray and white in terms of looks. He has a large glass balcony that he likes to do work on in the mornings. I imagine him to have a large closet with all just suits on one side and just...straight up black clothes on the other. Orion isn't one to wear anything colorful. His neighbors love him and want to connect with him but Orion is not interested lol More than a few times he'd come home and just plops himself on his couch and falls asleep due to how tired he was.

Sebastian's home is large but sparsely decorated. He has a big TV to play his video games on and it's what you'd think is a stereotypical young guy's place: brown couch, some video game memorabilia, and some sports stuff. He has a huge gamer computer setup he built himself. He uses it for games and for coding and general data stuff. Sebastian likes displaying all of his goodies and stuff and he doesn't touch Maya's room, which is much like Seven's in that it's super cluttered with music stuff and posters. Sebastian's house is what a default sims house looks like: nothing stylish, just generic furniture.

Victoria and G's is luxurious that leans more to anything that they like they just toss it in there. Huuuuge with plushy colorful couches and overpriced designer furniture. OH! If anyone has seen Cara Delevigne's AD...that's what their house would look like. Just chaotic everywhere with so many knickknacks and things that it's like an assault on your every single sense. Funky wallpapers, leopard rugs. A lot of that, surprisingly, is G's doing. G was very set on designing their house. They're barely home and live mostly in hotels anyway so it doesn't really matter.

August's is pretty generic; gray walls, purple bed. They live with their family (August was supposed to live with a roommate but I changed it to better fit their route) and Clare tends to be the messy one. I would say August's room is half and half, it's pretty empty but what they do have takes up a lot of space like their drum set and their huge speakers. The house is big (August's parents are pretty well-off as politicians) and very Grecian in appearance. August doesn't have much knickknacks and things like Seven. They're pretty detached to sentimental things like that. It's a very standard room, the centerpiece definitely being their drums. They have a huge computer set up, though, like a gamer set up like Seb's but they don't use it for games lmao

#reference #?#infamous cast #inbox #most questions have been very curious about the cast as people now rather than in relation to MC #fun!

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bunny-atsunset · 1 year

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[Leona Kingscholar N S F W Alphabet] AKA: What he's like as a partner IN DEPTH x GN Reader

Content warning: 18+, Various sexual acts described (oral, penetration etc), cursing, !softLeona! A/N: I'M BACK! (REQUESTS MAY BE OPENING AGAIN SOON) I saw this thingy going around with a few other Twst guys so I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring! It's a bit of a long one! Enjoy~

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You are his and he takes care of his. He makes sure you’re good, comfortable, and having fun. (If you are this far into a relationship he is pretty perceptive of your moods) Leona may offer you to take a bath with him and definitely order some food. I imagine he gets a little ravenously hungry after sex. And he wants you well-fed too, he doesn't mind spotting you. He ideally wants you two to stay naked or be in his clothes in his bed, in his arms. This may change depending on the situation but after he always makes sure you're taken care of and then…yep. He’s OUT for the night, proud of his work. He’s a creature of habit and it’s his favorite ritual to fuck you silly and have plenty of quality time after, even if it's just nodding off together to a movie.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Leona likes his Hands. They are the thing he has the most precision and control over after all. He plays chess with his hands and they're very sensitive to others' touch. In fact, he was a bit hesitant to hold your hand at first.

He doesn’t like when just anyone touches them. But, if you kiss his fingers or palms you can practically hear his heart pounding. His fingers are broad, nimble, and surprisingly smooth. Average size hands but large digits and he likes putting them inside you. This is how he finds out how you tick after all, discovering how he can touch your sex and body just right to make you call his name. He loves the look of his hands all over your body as he memorizes the curves of your form. (Bonus: I also think he's pretty proud of his hair, it's his crowning glory after all; his mane. He takes care to make it look good for you and he loves to be groomed by you. Wash his hair, braid it, brush it.)

He just likes touching you, especially your midsection, But on his partner, it’s definitely the neck. Before you were together he would sit behind you in class and fantasize about it. Skating his fingertips across the nape to make you shiver, moving a piece of your hair aside, or dragging his tongue down the center of your throat... It’s probably the first place he kisses you. Your scent and pulse are strongest here and he loves to press his lips and face in the crook of your neck when he stands, sits, or lays behind you. It's his fucking favorite place to be in the world, he can rest safely here, and whisper to you so only you can hear. Plus, it's prime real estate to leave hickies or marks getting a sick kick out of seeing you struggling to hide them in class the next day.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Leona loves it. He loves eating your cum after he coaxes it from you and doesn’t let any go to waste, especially if he misses you. He’s a picky eater but his partner is his favorite treat. He loves the smell and taste of your juices so much he is almost tempted to sample how both of your cum tastes mixed together.

He loves the smell of your cum all over his cock, face, or any part of his body. He is yours after all. Also, he cums a lot. He’s not much of a “multi-orgasmer” preferring to edge until the end or save it for you. But when he finally does it gets everywhere, the warmth running down your legs. Seeing his seed melt down your body, it scratches a primal urge and he feels a tug of pride to watch it unfold before him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Leona isn’t one much for porn most is too over-the-top for his tastes. So instead he is more prone to go through your social media photos, maybe one where a sliver of your thighs is showing or you were biting your lip in a certain way.

This man is all about the details and if you are his partner he craves the little things that make you special and that’s what keeps him up at night, with the urge to be near you. The way your nose wrinkles at him or the way your chest moves under your clothes when you breathe. He has to resist himself when he thinks about the way your nipples get hard under your uniform shirt, dreaming about sucking on them as he touches himself.

The POV nudes or coy of you flashing him are what he craves. When he misses you he pleases himself to the selfie you sent him in his shirt and only his shirt. His mind fills in the rest, you next to him, no bottoms sliding his hand down your thighs before he plays with your sex, and all the while he plays with himself too. Once you are together he loves to snap his own pervy candid shots of you for this purpose as a way to “treat himself” later if you aren't paying him enough attention.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Leona is handsome, he’s a prince and he knows the power of his notoriety. He is desirable to a decent demographic of people so this probably opened some doors to some easy sexual encounters before Night Raven College. He’s the type to not wanna look inexperienced either and he picked up what he could and experimented with his sexual preferences, finding out what he likes and doesn't. He also figured out it was a good way to blow off some steam back home in the gilded cage of the palace. He is somewhat experienced now but hasn’t had any serious or long relationships. He became bored with casual sex encounters very quickly and is not interested in anyone at the school.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

There are two.

Cowgirl/boy: For a couple of reasons. He likes to look at you, sitting on his cock like it’s your favorite seat, and has a clear view of your cute face as he runs his fingers over your body. Under you, he can control the pace easily, digging his nails into your hips and sometimes he likes seeing you in control too. He wants to show you that contrary to how he acts with others he’s soft for you. He’s your Lion. And let’s be honest, if he wanted to be lazy he would be content all night watching you do all the work. Riding his cock for as long as you need, and happy to be at your service until you’re done with him. He’s very patient after all.

69: Work smart, not hard. What’s not to like? He’s getting sucked off by his favorite person in the world while he gets to sample you as well…all while laying down? He takes the bottom of course so he can relax and spread out under you. He likes to feel your weight over him as he takes his time to please you. Don't hover either, S I T. Fuck his face, he can take it, he’s not a herbivore after all. He’ll suck you off too, or tongue fuck you slowly until you cry out, licking all your juices off of his face after as a reward for his efforts.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on the mood but Leona is a teaser. During casual sex, he would probably quip or say things that make you laugh, especially if you are a little nervous. He’ll call you pet silly names or whisper in your ear.

If he is more focused or feeling more sentimental he probably teases less often. Not much phases Leona so he probably wouldn’t care if you joked with him too as long as you didn’t take it too far. He is the king of casual sex, so as long as you are both having fun any mishaps that happen during the throes he’d probably just laugh it off and keep going.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Leona doesn't worry much about body hair in general, yours or his. He does minimal grooming down there too. He probably has a happy trail and some thicker pubes but because he does Spelldrive club he showers often after practice. So he would always be clean anyways even if wasn’t trimmed. (He probably always smells like some specialty cologne he got from the Sunset Savanna.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Casual intimacy is his love language, he likes his hands on you even if it’s just a few fingers trailing down your arm under your sleeves. Leona is very guarded in general but if you are his romantic partner and he’s at a point where these walls are down…then woof. All bets are off. Why would he hide around you? He would be much softer and open than the Leona you see around others. He saves his softness for you and isn’t afraid of people knowing. His ears will lower and he’d mutter sweet things to you in his native language, all while his cock buried inside you. This is his chance to say things he wouldn’t be able to say or articulate at any other time. He is generally confident but he loves your praise to confirm you are his and he’s doing a good job. It’s the small, tender things that catch him off guard in these moments. Sex itself is something that is not a big deal to him. But the way that you kiss his scar or his lips tenderly is enough to make his heart explode.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s not opposed but, in general, it’s not a big deal to him. He can go a really long time without doing it and mostly does it out of boredom or for a bit of high. Though with a partner, he would touch himself to you pretty often, he doesn’t wanna get rusty for you after all and last longer. He’d delight in finding little photos that arouse him of you or thinking of scenarios of the two of you that make him all hot and bothered. While Leona is particular about his tastes in a partner he views masturbation as a casual thing and probably doesn't bother with toys or porn. Just rubs one out quickly when the urge takes him. Mostly before bed or in the shower all the while wishing you were there.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Scent Kink: Smell drives him crazy, especially if you are his partner. But, it also comforts him. He wants you in his clothes or vice versa so he can be reminded of you always. During sex, he can smell when you start to get aroused and uses this to his advantage. The smell of your cum makes his mouth water. He likes to lick your sweat too and lives for that musty after-sex smell.

Cum Eating: Yep. (Go back to “C” for more detail)

Scent/Bite Marking: He wants to be claimed by you. He’d never beg openly but he wants it BAD. And of course, he wants to do the same to you. (Only if you want to. Nothing turns him on more than being wanted.) Mark him with your scent. (He’ll teach the proper way if you’re not a beastman) Leave bites or hickies on his chest or neck that he can look at later and admire. The idea that he belongs to you and you belong to him drives him fucking wild. He’s not “possessive” per se but rather it’s the idea that he’s allowed someone this close and this is a physical reminder of the sacred bond you have. He’d never mark a casual sex partner so diligently after all.

Plus…you look so cute sucking on his skin doing your best to leave a mark back, or rubbing your face against his like he taught you lion beastmen do. But, watch out. He will try to one-up you every time.

Oral Fixation: (More of this in the “O” section but yeah.)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that’s comfortable. His favorite nap spots, he's not picky but he wants to be comfortable and not worry about people interrupting. He's not at all opposed to public places if he’s in the mood for an afternoon delight, like letting you fuck him behind the Spelldrive bleachers. He would get a kick out of seeing a spot in a classroom where he played with you under the desk. (He’s a sick man.) Maybe not all the time, because he’s a bit of a pillow prince but..if he is desperate for a taste of you sometimes he’ll just lay you down in a secluded spot outside and fuck you, covering your mouth so you two don’t get caught. He wants to come back to this spot later to remember what happened.

Mostly, you would be in his room though where he can take his time and you two would have the most privacy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Praise (genuine of course) and knowing you are his. Leona is attracted to confidence and when you approach him with an aura of forwardness this has him biting his tongue. He loves to know that you want him, and only him, so just say it. Tell him that you want him and need him and rizz him up a little. It doesn’t take much for him to get excited by you. The subtleties he picks up as you get to know each other he eats up like little morsels. How you say his name, touch him and pay attention to him in your own special ways. He relishes the idea that only he gets this kind of attention from you. He is a bit clingy, though he’d never admit it, and tries to give you your space. But, when you two are alone and you are spoiling only him, this encourages his draw to you. He likes when it’s just the two of you like you're the only two people to exist. You two against the world, the idea makes his blood pump and cock hard. He’s a teaser and he likes it when you tease him too. Toy with him a little but…don't tease him for too long. He wants what he wants after all.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Degradation: I feel like a bit of dirty talk is fine, call him a pervert for snapping photos of you, or a freak for the hungry way that he goes down on you. But…hardcore degradation or disingenuous praise is a big turn-off for him. He’s got thick skin, but he also doesn't easily forget things and can be overly sensitive about comparisons to other people. (like Malleus or his brother) Don't demean him or kiss his ass, he deals with that enough already back home. Tell him why he’s special to you and be honest. Tell him he’s yours. Leona doesn’t like to be facetiously called “King”; he finds it patronizing. He’s a prince, not a king. He doesn't wanna be reminded. Instead, tell him how well he did at his last Spelldrive game or how good he is at taking care of you.

Hate fucking: He’s pretty straightforward with his desires he wouldn’t go out of his way to fuck someone he hates even if he found them attractive. His pride wouldn't allow it. There are plenty of those back at home to fuck if he’s that desperate for some company. Or he can just jerk off. It’s not worth the effort to him.

Anything harming his face: (Not including face sitting he loves that) While biting and scratching is one thing I don't think he likes to be in too much pain. He would hate to be hit too hard, especially in his face, and it would only serve to irritate him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Leona is a very visceral person and he craves the taste of you and something about being close to your genitals drives him wild. When he goes down on you he is fully immersed in you, The smell, the sweat, all of your fluids dripping down his chin. With you inside his mouth, he feels every twitch of your sex, every movement of your hips as he pleasures you. He loves to figure out what makes you tick.

He obviously would like receiving too, lounging comfortably and laying his head back to watch you go at it. Having you suck his cock is weirdly cute to him, your devotion to him, the way you look up at him. Again, he loves 69, with you on top. He gets to be under his favorite ass and pair of thighs going to town on his next meal. And then there’s you, sucking him off with your cute mouth, the noises the sensation, it’s all just a bonus. Honestly, one of the few times he might not be able to edge as much as he wants and have to come earlier.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. Leona likes lazy, casual sex and he would prefer to go slow unless he was really pent up. He’s patient and likes the build-up of easing his dick slowly inside you, inch-by-inch until you can't help yourself and set the pace for him. He usually prefers for you to cum first for his pride. So after you get yours or if he really missed you, he wouldn’t hold back. Sometimes pinning you down to get his frustrations out. But, on the regular he’s got a slow languid stroke with deep thrusts, loving the view of his cock disappearing inside you again and again.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yeah, this guy loves casual sex with his partner. Casual intimacy is his strong suit. If you give him the heads up and as long as he’s not too tired he’ll be unbuckling his pants as soon as you lock the door.

He can generally tell when you want him bad or are horny so he might offer to finger fuck you after class or maybe some time on his cock if you can find a nice place where you two can be alone. He says all this so casually of course, like he’s talking about the weather. Leona is a man that likes to take his time and play with his meal, but he enjoys the intimacy of quickies too. And if he is feeling lazy he’ll just lay back and let you ride him or ask you to sit on his face. What? He’s just relieving your stress after all and doing you a favor.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He already knows what he likes but of course, if you want to do something new he would be open to trying. He’s not super judgemental as long as long as it is not too much work for him. Though a lot of flashy kinks with lots of setup (like rope or roleplay he would see it as a waste of time.) But I think he would let you do whatever you wanted to him as long as it’s not too involved. Dress him up, choke him, spit in his mouth, bite him. He’s a pretty simple guy but open-minded as long as you take the lead.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It has been said by a few characters that Leona has insane stamina with both magic and sports. He may be lazy but he is coy with his abilities sometimes because he knows ppl underestimate him. He has also shown to not “break a sweat” in wrestling and magic battles, so yeah. He can last a LONG time. He can control when he comes very well And the pull-out game is 10/10. He would love to edge himself and see how long he could hold back to show off for you and wear you out first. It’s a pride thing. So, if he’s in the mood to spend some “quality time” for the night with his favorite person…cancel everything. It’s gonna be a whole thing from the build-up to the moment he releases, to the aftercare. He’s gonna make sure you think he’s the best after all.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Naw, he's mostly au naturel, he wants you to be pleased but… if he’s being honest he prefers doing it himself. And he doesn't really want or need toys much for his own pleasure. He’s not jealous but may get a little…snippy if you have a large collection of sex toys. Like: “Hmph, what do you need that for?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

TEASER, for sure. For those long sessions with you, he wants to sample all of it and go slow and see you squirm, he wants you to shiver at his husky words. He likes to make little quips about how cute (even when you get mad at him) you are or how good you make him feel. He will even whisper dirty things in your ear during class if he’s in the mood. He would send you lewd texts during lunch or class describing how much he wants to “taste” you later.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

While Leona has the capability to be loud and has a very resonant and deeper voice he seems more a person who makes little noises of pleasure like sighs and grunts. He's good at controlling himself and could go a whole session without making a single noise if he had to. It comes in handy for those “sessions” in the gardens. And he would find it amusing if you were the “loud” one and tease you for it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Fantasizing: He may say differently but Leona spends a lot of time alone just thinking sometimes his mind slips into fantasies of the future and it’s grand. Dreaming of what he wants to do to you or what you do to him, especially during the time before you became intimate. If he is courting you in the first place it is pretty serious because this man will never seriously court someone he doesn't see a future with.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Leona’s favorite pair of underwear are silk leopard print briefs, when he feels horny he loves how they feel rubbing against him in his pants. He’s got a pretty sensitive cock but has good control from all his experience. He’s not huge but a bit above average (7 inches.) It curves up and when it’s fully hard it can almost touch his belly button. Most of the impressiveness is his girth. He has a big head and big balls, when he's wearing his jeans and if you tease him enough you can get a preview of what to expect. More of a “shower” than a grower maybe 3.5 inches when soft.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His libido is kind of all over the place, waxing and waning depending on his mood. When single sex is not something he thinks about but if he does he nips it in the bud with a quick jerk-off session to care for himself.

But if he’s with a partner he is more prone to be turned on more, often going through phases of intense desire with you. He doesn't have a “heat” but rather periods where he feels more needy and craves your touch.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He COULD fall asleep right away, you make him so...comfortable and safe. But he prefers not to go to bed too messy, though he’s not a stickler, most late nights he’d probably wipe himself off and you with an old shirt. Then he’s out, latched onto your back until morning. Best sleep of his life.

But if it was more of an occasion he would love the ritual of bathing with you and eating food with you. (See “A”) He also would love to just lay naked with you afterward for some skin-to-skin contact. Ideally, if he knows Ruggie won’t be banging on his door the next morning he would want to be completely naked with you all night. You in his arms, so he could look at your naked body before he fell out. He's lazy, sure, but you're worth staying up a bit for. Probably not much talking afterwards as he likes to soak in your afterglow in silence, running his fingers over what’s his. Maybe during this time, he puts on a movie while you lay together but you wouldn’t get very far before you hear the tale-tale snoring in your ear. This man can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, but you are his favorite place.

#twst #twst smut #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #twsited wonderland #leona smut #twst imagines #twst head canons #twst fic #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

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solitude4chiron · 1 year

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I.Visiting a friend

Hobie brown x Black reader

A/n: No smut in this fic but there will be multiple parts later 🤫

———————————————————————— The summer is the best time to be outside in New York. Water balloon fights, pool party’s, blocks playing music that filled the city, crop tops and bikinis. It was like this since you were little, and undeniably there’s no place like home

Tonight you and your friends were cramped in a small hot bathroom doing makeup, hair & all of the above for a party. One girl doing lashes, one girl doing her lip liner, one girl doing her nails & another taking pictures and controlling the playlist

“Y’all my nigga just texted me to come on so let’s start heading out” one of your other girlfriends shouted from in the living room, and after a few minutes everyone was in the car taking videos and lip syncing music for tonight’s ig story

By the time you walked in you were already unamused. Hood niggas standing in the corner on their phones, other dudes trying to get behind girls and failing miserably, groups of people who looked half awake still trying to dance. So you fell behind and sat at the bar listening to other people’s conversations when a different boy caught your eye

A tall 6,5 darkskin was sitting on the complete opposite side of the bar on his phone, his wicks were slightly short, and laid down his head that made them shaped almost like an Afro. His jewelry and piercings caught your attention, silver jewelry lining his eyebrows and fingers. Plus the way he dressed was so attractive, different from almost everyone else in the room

While admiring his beauty a airdrop came through your phone with the name “unknowns iPhone” curiously you accepted it

“Y’kno it’s rude to stare right?”

And while trying to figure out who the person was you felt a shadow towering over you before he sat down

“You like whatcha seeing yeah?”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself lil nigga who is you?”

“C’mon y’kno who I am, your eyes were burning holes in my jacket. Plus nothing ‘bout me is little and I know you can tell” he replied smirking resting his head on his hand to look at your features more closely

Immediately you could tell he wasn’t from New York at all by his voice, and though you had made fun of some British accents before. Something about his skin and voice in the dark lighting made him so attractive to you

“Sooo you from?” You said feeling your cheeks getting hot, the aggressiveness in your voice vanished

“New York love, why?”

“Boy your not from New York don’t play wit me right now” you said rolling your eyes

“Yea, I’m from London. Visiting a friend out here right now. Want a drink?”

You both ordered drinks and he said his name was Hobie. You each talked for a minute on each others interests, allowing you both to have a flourishing conversation because surprisingly you both had a lot in common. He had piercings, you did too. You both loved music, spray painting your art and opinions on every wall in your city, and you both also shared love for different types accessories and clothing

After about an hour he asked if you wanted to go to another spot, just you and him. Your heart slightly froze in anxiety but there was some type of safety in his eyes. So you texted the group chat

“Hey y’all, met this boy at the bar and he wants to take me to another spot. Keep y’all ringers on”

“Okay girllll !!! Is he fine 🌚”

“Leaving us to get some dick is crazyyyy 😒”

You hopped into his car and listened to the music while hanging your head out the window. You felt a hand on your thigh and you looked at him kind of surprised. You brushed it off when you realized you didn’t mind it at all in the first place

“Problem luv?” He side eyed you while biting the side of his lip down, focused on the road

“Nahhh you chillin” you felt his large hand start creeping higher and higher up your thigh while he kept his other hand on the wheel speeding up every time you looked at him. By the time you felt like saying something bold, you were at the spot that wasn’t really a spot. You were at the Brooklyn bridge

“Boy this is not no spot we are on a bridge wtf”

“You trust me?” And before you could say anything he was carrying you in one hand wedding style using his other hand to shoot webs, bringing you to the top of the bridge

After the rush of literally flying through the air went away. You asked him a few questions

“What was that?!!”

“Why is there white stuff coming out your arms?”

And before you could ask him your last question he made a stupid joke

“I can make white stuff come out of somewhere else y’kno” he smirked

After smacking him on the back of the head you asked him your last question

“What made you want to tell me you have super powers? Especially like that..”

After seeing you shivering in your mini tee and skirt, he wrapped his large, heavy pin decorated vest around you and pulled you into his chest with his arm as you both watched the city. Light was escaping from every street. You also realized you probably wouldn’t have experienced seeing this in a lifetime if you didn’t meet him

“Don’t know, there’s something about you I kno’ I can love and take care of. So I’m not sweatin the spider man role right now” he said shrugging then resting his head on yours and playing in the curly ends of your locs

“You lucky you fine, I would have never even left the bar with any other boy” you said drawing along his stomach and chest feeling how chiseled he was under his shirt

“Just so you kno we date now” he said

“Boy your stupid it’s only been a few hours” you responded laughing and swinging your feet over the edge of the bridge

“I’m stupid? Yet your running your hands all over my body, yeah right”

Not realizing what you were doing you moved your hands immediately away from him a little shocked at what you were doing

“I didn’t tell you to stop now did I?”

#hobie brown x reader #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown x black reader

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severalforraelee · 1 year

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No More Fighting: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Photo credit to danielricciardo.com

Word count: 2,026

Written by raelee / Posted May 11

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Formula 1 Masterlist

“And then Max-””Give me my hat!” “It’s my hat!” I watch as the two boys stumble into the kitchen, Kameron trying to rip the navy blue material off of his brother’s head.

“Boys, stop fighting with each other,” I holler to the two preteens, hissing as I grab the two burning hot waffles from the toaster while balancing the phone in between my shoulder and ear. “Sorry, babe, what were you saying?”

“Are they arguing?” Daniel asks, concern evident in his tone.

“Yeah, they’ve been fighting a lot recently,” a sigh is released as I notice Ryker and Kameron sitting at the table while they wait for me to serve them breakfast. They have innocent expressions on their faces but I can clearly see them kicking each other under the table.

“About what?”

“Normal sibling things. Clothes, food, interests,” I slide a waffle onto Ryker’s plate and a waffle onto Kameron’s plate, pointedly looking down at their feet to get them to stop.

“I feel like I should be there to help you,” my husband comments.

“Don’t be silly, Daniel, you should be doing whatever Red Bull needs you to do. They’re preteens, that’s the age when all siblings don’t get along,” I reassure him.

“I just don’t remember fighting with Michelle.”

“Yeah, well, we have two boys,” my eyes narrow at them as they begin to hit one another. “I have to go, Daniel. Have fun with Max and Checo today. Love you, bye.”

He says I love you and goodbye before we end our phone call for me to deal with our two rambunctious sons.

Daniel smirks at me as I stir the spaghetti sauce.

“What?”

“You just look good like this.”

“Like what?” I giggle, pulling the garlic bread out of the oven.

“Your hair pulled up into a messy clip, your face flushed. It brings me back to that one night that-””I finished my homework before Ryker did,” Kameron saunters into the kitchen, a smug smile on his face that matches his tone and words.

“It’s just because you’re younger than me and you get easier homework than I do,” Ryker scoffs, following closely behind his brother.

“I’m only a year younger than you,” the eleven year old defends himself.

“That makes you a year stupider-””Alright,” Daniel says loudly, interrupting our older son. “Let’s be nice to each other, okay?”

“Why? He doesn’t need his ego boosted any more,” Kameron asks.

“Oh, but you definitely do,” Ryker chuckles.

“Boys,” Daniel interrupts again. “What is with all of the fighting?”

“He just needs to be knocked down a few pegs,” our younger son responds.

“No, he doesn’t. You two are siblings, you should be uplifting each other, supporting each other, being a shoulder for the other one to lean on,” he encourages.

Kameron and Ryker stare at him blankly.

“Why?” Ryker asks. Kameron, surprisingly (or not surprisingly, I guess) nods in agreement.

“Because I said so,” Daniel’s face hardens. “Now go play Mario Kart or something, I don’t care, do something that’ll make you bond.”

“But won’t Mario Kart have us competing against each other?” Ryker questions.

“Just go,” Daniel demands.

The two boys huff in disagreement but head towards the living room. My husband turns back to face me, eyebrows raised and mouth open in exasperation.

“Don’t look at me, you’re the one who wanted a second child right away,” I tease.

“Sometimes they make me regret it,” he mumbles, leaning his lower back against the countertop next to me, crossing his arms.

“Oh, you weren’t the one who had to deal with them last week when they were fighting nonstop.”

He winces. “Are they that bad all of the time?”

“Honey, they inherited their dad’s arrogance. Of course they are.”

“Hi Max,” I grin at the Dutchman as he walks past Daniel in the background.

He turns towards the phone screen at the sound of my voice, a smile also appearing on his face. “Hi Y/N, how are you?”

“I’m good, how are you?”

“I’m doing well. The car is-”Before he can get into maxsplaining, he’s interrupted. “Mom, can you tell Ryker that it’s my turn on the Switch?”

“It’s not his turn, mom, he was on it for three hours straight yesterday.”

“I was not!”

“Yes, you were.”

“You’re a liar.”

“No, you’re a liar!”

“Stay childless as long as you can, Max,” I interrupt their fighting. It doesn’t seem to do anything, though, except make the boys bicker even louder to be heard over me.

“Boys, can you just make it easy for your mom for once?” Daniel requests.

“Well that’s hard to do when Kameron is such a- ow!” They start to argue again, completely disregarding their dad’s words.

“What are they arguing about?” Max questions, confused.

“Who’s turn it is to play on the Nintendo Switch,” Daniel answers.

“You just have one?”

I nod.

“Why don’t you get another one?”

I glare through the phone, not wanting Ryker and Kameron to hear the question but, of course, it instantly captures their attention.

“Yeah, why don’t you?” Kameron asks.

“Because you don’t need another Switch,” I answer.

“But we do!”

“Okay, fine, do you want another Switch or do you want that xBox for your birthday?” Daniel inquires, backing me up.

I turn to the boys with raised eyebrows, already knowing what the response will be. Kameron rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything and Ryker kicks at the carpet, staring down at it.

“Just please stop fighting until I get home, your poor mother has to break up so many fights daily,” Daniel pleads, “You don’t want to send your mom into an early grave, do you?”

“Daniel,” I hiss.

“What?”

“Don’t act like I’m going to die just because they have a sibling rivalry.”

“Well if it gets them to stop, then why not?” he responds.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe.” I hang up the phone, now being the one to roll my eyes.

“Don’t be so nervous, they’ll be fine,” Daniel reassures me. He stands on the bleacher behind me, arms slung around my waist and chest pressed to my back as a way to comfort me. It doesn’t work, my hands still clasped in front of my face nervously.

“My two babies are karting right now, Daniel, I have to be nervous.” I watch the small blue kart speed on the track past where we’re standing, the red kart following closely behind. A few other karts drive behind them, but really, it’s a race between Ryker and Kameron.

When we introduced the boys to karting, we knew that they would often race against each other because of their small age gap. We thought that it would be a good thing- if they were to ever become teammates they would already have a bond, we would be able to go to karting competitions as a family, they would have a common interest.

What we didn’t think through, I guess, was that Ryker and Kameron would have to race against each other.

And with their competitive Ricciardo blood, it can get insane.

“I don’t like how close Ryker is getting to him,” I tell Daniel as the red kart is practically on the tail of the blue kart.

One wrong move and both boys will go flying into the wall.

“They’ll be fine-”Daniel pauses, taking in the scene. “No, he’s definitely too close to him.”

And then it happens. Kameron falters on a corner while Ryker goes full force, most likely predicting that Kameron will go full force as well. Ryker clips the back of his brother’s kart, sending Kameron’s kart spinning into the wall and Ryker’s kart to slide straight into it.

Daniel and I stand by the side of the track, watching as they help their coaches pull their now damaged karts out of the way. I wait in worry, eyebrows crinkled as I watch my sons for any visible signs of hurt, while Daniel crosses his arms beside me, fury coming off him in waves. Once I see that Ryker and Kameron are safe and sound, I pull them into my arms in a tight embrace.

I don’t care if I’m embarrassing them right now, all I care about is that they’re safe.

“I was so worried about you two,” I confess.

Ryker rips himself out of my arms, glaring daggers at his brother. “I don’t even want to be near him right now.”

“You don’t want to be near me right now? You’re the one who ruined my race,” Kameron sneers, resting back into my arms.

“You should’ve just let me pass-””Why would I let you-””Enough,” Daniel’s voice interrupts the bickering once again.

But this time, his tone is different. It’s no longer his comforting, fatherly tone. It’s stern. It’s strict. It’s one-more-word-and-you’ll-suffer-my-wrath dangerous.

Ryker and Kameron notice the tone change because they instantly stop their fighting, standing up straight and staring down at the ground blankly.

“I am so sick of you two always fighting. That little incident on the track was dangerous, not only for you but for your competitors. You let your egos come ahead of safety, something that you promised me and your mother that you would never do. And your mother- she’s had to deal with you two fighting at home for months. But now she has to worry about you fighting on the track, too?”

Ryker and Kameron don’t respond, frozen in place.

“No, you know what, I’m done with this.” Daniel holds out the set of keys to our car. “Go to the car and figure out whatever is going on between you. I don’t care if you ever tell us what it is- I’m tired of dealing with this fighting. Don’t come back until you can agree on a way to figure out your disagreements without letting it affect your other relationships.”

Kameron silently takes the keys, Ryker surprisingly not putting up a fight to grab the keys first. He knows that if he does, Daniel will lay into him.

We watch the two walk in the direction of the car and Daniel wraps his arm around my waist. He sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” I look up at him.

“Maybe if I was around more they would be more well-behaved.”

“Are you saying that I didn’t raise our kids to be well-behaved, Ricciardo?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

His eyes widen frantically. “No, of course not-””I’m kidding,” I reassure him. “We know that you’re doing good work at Red Bull, Daniel. We admire you for it.”

He sighs. “It’s just hard to want to keep doing it. Especially in times like these. They could’ve gotten seriously injured out there, Y/N.”

“I know,” I agree, rubbing his back in support.

It’s the first time in all of the years that I’ve been with Daniel that I’ve seen him this shaken up. He’s known for being the calm and humorous presence in the paddock, but right now he’s anything but. His tone is shaky, I saw him blink away the tears brimming in his eyes. Our sons’ crash really affected him.

About twenty minutes go by, Daniel and I watching the rest of the race in silence, before the boys walk back from the car.

“We’re sorry for scaring you guys on the track just now,” Kameron starts.

“And we’re sorry for making it so hard for you while dad’s away, mom,” Ryker continues. “We’ve decided to… compromise from now on, instead of fighting over everything.”

“And to be more understanding of each other,” Kameron adds.

I reach out, resting a hand on each of their shoulders. “I’m proud of you boys.”

“Me too,” Daniel adds. “And we accept your apology.”

“Okay, Ricciardo family hug,” I cheer, pulling the boys into yet another hug. Daniel hugs me from behind, wrapping his long arms around me and our two sons.

“I love you, mom,” Kameron tells me.

“I love you more, mom,” Ryker teases.

I can sense Daniel giving him a look from over my shoulder.

“Too soon?”

“Way too soon.”

#formula 1 imagine

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Realistic

Pairing: John Price x f!reader

Author's note: I wanted to write a little bit for Price, but jfc I think I'm a König girl till I die and I don't see what y'all see in Price. Also I will not be writing a part 2 to this. >:) unless..

tags: @sofasoap, @bunky101, (sorry bunky I know you're a guy) the main thirsty people for Price on my dash.

"Realistic"

Heat crept up in your ears. His cheeks flushed with pink. There's a mesh of bodies between you two, not sure who belongs to who. Large hands come to cup your face, smoothing your lip with their thumb. He holds your face, sighing into complete bliss. You’ve got your hair matted behind you, but your breathing normal again.

“I’m not sure I’ve experienced that before, pet,” he sighs again, smiling softly into your face, fanning you with some of his breath.

You feel some heat rise into your tummy, and your cheeks, thankfully it won’t give away. The pet names were something you needed to get used to, so you offer him a small smile, and roll your eyes shut.

He groans as he gets up, but it’s not due to age, but because of pliability. He’s not used to such strange positions. He’s used to jumping out of planes, crawling around sketchy places, and being in extreme temperatures.

At Price’s age, everything is different.

So when he’s tangled in bed with you, the positions you're yelling at him, come at a rapid speed you’re begging him to move into. He’s on his knees, on his back, towering over you, pulling your legs up, and the temperature in his body is the only one that rises.

Because of his wise years, he’s learned to take his time, really be in the moment with you — his bird. He relishes his time with you, glad that he was able to meet you right after his previous mission.

You had stumbled upon him at a pub, visiting a friend. Sat in the middle of the bar, you sipped on your pint, when an older gentleman sat four stools down — could not keep his eyes away from you. You felt his gaze on you for the past 30 minutes, you were sick of it. You snapped your head his way, giving him a death glare.

He laughed, continued to sip on his drink,

“Whoa there pet did not mean to trouble you.”

Pet. The small name made you soften up a bit, realizing he was just innocently sitting by himself sipping on his drink, he hadn’t even said one word to you to disrupt you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “My friends have been running late, it's already been 30 minutes.”

He grumbled, “Any of my men caught coming in late, I would assume they’re being insubordinate.”

“Your men?” You questioned. Who was this guy?

“Military…we’re used to being on time if not early.”

“Ah…” you said quietly, then turned to the door once more. Great some fucking patriotic old man was trying to hit on you.

“Don’t tell me I’ve lost ya, pet.”

You blush again, the goddamn name, filling your head with softness. You did not want any part of that. First he was clearly older than you, you weren’t sure as to why he would see anything in you, and now he had just revealed he was in the military. Next thing you know he’s going to admit he’s married while blatantly hitting on you.

“Didn’t lose me,” you lie. “Just wondering where my friend is.” You purse your lips and make eye contact with his paperwork then back at him.

“You just look busy.” You address the files he’s got on the bar, hopefully giving him a nudge towards his paperwork and to leave you alone.

“Nothing I can’t finish tomorrow,” he states, closing the file and packing it away.

Your friend didn’t end up showing, and before you knew it you were about one stool away from him now, chatting up about weekend plans.

You stare at him— he’s got an impressive watch, his clothes– mundane, basic, and patternless. You stared at his shoes for too long wondering how on Earth he would walk in those hiking boots around here.

However, aside from judging him on outer exteriors,

His conversation is fun and light. You assumed it would be him talking down to you, but surprisingly he’s not one to make you feel smaller, or younger than him, he’s lovely and charming, and loves to ask you questions on your boring little life.

Yes, he’s got a weird mustache that blends into his beard, but his hair is combed nicely to the side, and he’s ordering one of the most expensive bourbons this bar owns. He’s just mature, is the way you want to convince yourself about him. He probably invests in stocks and has cash flow for a rainy day. While you barely scrape by and have moved to a different company twice this year.

It doesn’t matter because you’re not going to see him ever again.

Or not.

By the end of the night it’s you who ends up giving him your phone number, worried that he might call instead of text you.

Five dates later, you’re in your apartment now pinned beneath him. He’s a big softie, but when it comes to making love his military ego comes out making sure you’re following his every order.

“Say it, pet”

“I….”

He takes a hold of your two hands with one of his, rubs down your neck, breasts, and stomach until he’s at the top of your clit, he puts his thumb in his mouth to wet it, then back on you. He plays with you, making you gush with fireworks inside your stomach, and warm colors in your head.

You groan, your eyebrows push together as you bite your bottom lip. You’re unsure of what’s about to happen next, and you don’t, won’t cave so easy to this man. Even though he’s making you feel so so so good.

“Say it, pet” he’s removed his thumb from you and moved it to your mouth now, playing delicately with your bottom lip. He’s thrusting so slowly, tenderly inside you, slipping in and out making you squirm even more. How gentle he is with each stroke.

Your emotions are being played with, which only ignites a harsher warmth in the pit of your stomach, staring at the man on top of you, biting your bottom lip, smiling, and happy you’ve met him. You’re grinning from ear to ear, when you close your eyes and say what he wants to hear.

“I love feeling you inside me.”

He’s smiling now. But that’s not going to make him stop. You didn’t say the word cock, which is what’s inside you.

“What do you like feeling, pet?”

Fuck. He’s onto you, he knows he won’t stop teasing you until you feed his ego.

“My fingers pet? Is that what you want inside you?”

You groan knowing that even if he did replace his cock with his fingers, he knows every curve and every nerve on you, begging you to bend at his will.

“I– uh..I love feeling your cock inside me.”

And there it is.

He is relishing in the fact that he’s got a cute little bird like you, that he’s still got the touch to make you squirm and moan beneath him. He wasn’t a man of one night stands, which explains his current company for the past few weeks, and he’s willing to make it official.

You both finish, and you’re back where you started, him complimenting you on how vibrant and alluring you are in bed. You love to hold onto this small euphoria between you two.

That is, until you mention his job.

It’s an innocent question, you ask him one night while you’re curled on the couch, trying to peek at him at your dinner table filling out reports.

"What are you working on?"

“That’s classified, pet.” He dismisses you as he has before.

Then one night you’re at his place and you see the tactical vest he’s got in the closet.

“What’s this?” You ask innocently, touching one of the pockets, until he’s shoved you aside and closed the closet door.

“I don’t want you touching my things. Is that clear?” He’s got a different tone to his voice and it bothers you because you’re not one of his men for him to be speaking to you like that.

“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m just asking a question.” You spit back.

“I’ve told you not to pry into my job, it’s classified business.”

He pushes you further away.

You chew on your lip, unsure of what to say, the man acts like he’s the fucking president when you ask about a vest.

The third and final time it sends you over the edge.

You hear his cell phone ring, and it’s one of those old phones that probably uses the numbers on the pad to text.

It rings and rings, he’s in the kitchen grabbing water, you pick up the phone and bring it to him until you see the name “Laswell” on it and it brings uncertainty.

He’s sighing when you hand over the phone, answering it outside on the balcony.

When he enters the room again, the name, it eats you alive.

“Is Laswell a friend?” You ask, curiosity piercing your head.

“That’s classified, pet. I don’t want you touching my phone.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You should’ve let it ring.”

He turns his back, pulling a shirt on.

“Fuck John, can’t you just answer a simple —“

“I already told you I'm not answering any bloody damn questions.”

He stalks over to you, towering over you, making you feel smaller, wishing you could’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“I’ve asked you already to stop peering into my work life, and you insist on doing it. It’s like dating a goddamn child.”

It stings. In the back of your head you always assumed he saw you as an equal, but now the mention of comic books, Disney movies, and your favorite cartoons brings embarrassment and shame to your stomach.

“I’m sorry” is all you can really say. You don’t want him to talk down to you anymore.

“I think it’s best you just go now.” He says.

And it hurts you, getting tossed out like this, you never expected it from him. But were you really going to expect anything less from someone who kept his job so secret?

You leave your things there, and show yourself out. Hoping it was just a bad day. Hoping you can get them tomorrow. Tomorrow.

A toothbrush, some hair ties, some lotion, pajama pants, and socks. All things Price has stored away at the bottom of his closet.

Regret still floods him for talking to you harshly that night—but pragmatically, he knows that he took this job and his job always comes first.

He keeps the picture he took of you with the camera you brought. He snapped away at you holding a sandwich he made you. Your face is happy and glowing, you’re sitting on his couch.

There are times he misses you, he misses you so much that he dreams about you, but he’s not going to drag another one of his birds into this mess he’s dealing with. He’s going to stay on top, stay hidden away, and keep you safe.

Tomorrow never comes for you.

#captain john price #john price #captain john price x f!reader #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw2 #call of duty

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