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𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓾
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ smut/NSFW, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, cursing, size kink
summary: three words: Red. Like. Passion. But red is also the color of the car driven by Charles. Red is your lingerie, as red as your dirty thoughts about the Ferrari driver…
author’s note: do not copy or give credits
The smell of alcohol, loud music, people crowded together, temperature too high: the definition of a busy night. A night in Monaco meant this to you. Boundless fun and one-night stands with whoever came along.
After your breakup with your ex-boyfriend, your sweet and delicate personality has transformed into hate and lust personified. Temptress with your gaze, you conquer every boy who looks into your eyes, driving him crazy.
This one night seems long and empty just like the others. You enter the club, approach the bar counter, and ask for a Bloody Mary. The bartender can’t take his eyes off of you because of how gorgeous you look this evening.
With your cocktail in your hands, you wander around the place feeling observed differently than on other nights. You begin to feel in awe, your skin begins to sweat for no reason. You turn around to understand the reason for all this, and you are struck by a pair of sea-colored eyes that study every curve of your body highlighted by the red silk dress you are wearing.
Brown hair. Ice eyes. Sexy body under the black shirt that struggles to contain his muscles. Who is this man? His appearance seems familiar, but you had never noticed him in the different clubs you frequent almost every night, you would have noticed his gaze and his charm.
So you decide to move in his direction casually. You walk past him and look at him with cat eyes and out of the corner of your eye, you notice him getting up from the sofa where he was sitting just a few seconds ago, following you to the bar counter. When you’re about to ask for a second drink, you hear a familiar voice say: “I’ll pay for the young lady, she’s with me, thank you”.
You turn towards him, meeting his gaze directly toward your breasts. To attract his attention you say in a confident voice: “Oh yes? So are we together? Is today our anniversary by any chance?”
The sound of his laughter sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. His aura of mystery makes you moisten between your thighs. No one had ever succeeded until now. “Who are you? Why do you seem to already have a place in my mind if I have never met you?” you think in your mind. “So what are you waiting for to drink? Are you going to stare at me all night, princess?” he says, smiling mischievously and moving his gaze toward your thighs pressed together.
Suddenly your favorite song comes on from the speakers so you take his hands, take him to the center of the dance floor, and start purposely seducing him with your sexy moves. You notice his gaze moving toward your hips and then looking at your ass every time you turn your back to him while dancing.
The atmosphere gets hotter and hotter until the sound of his sensual voice reaches your eardrums as he whispers: “How about we go away for a while, princess?”
That nickname drives you crazy, it makes you even wetter and more in need of finding out everything about the man whose name you don’t even know. Placing his hand on the lower part of your shoulder, he guides you toward the exit in a confident manner, leading you to his car.
You can’t believe your eyes: it’s a Ferrari 488 Pista, titanium-colored with a livery featuring red and white stripes reminiscent of the Monaco flag. You already saw that car before. With his hand, he motions for you to get into the car. Still shocked, you enter and observe the interior of it, just as beautiful as the owner. As you look around, you fall into the swirls of his eyes, now just millimeters away from you, which immediately bring you back to earth. Then, without asking, he starts attacking your mouth with his kisses.
You immediately turn your head slightly to allow him access to your neck. You feel his teeth on your sensitive flesh stimulating your pleasure, your nipples stiffen, and your hands tighten on the leather of the seat. His hands instead roam all over your body, exploring every area still covered by the soft fabric of your dress, which is slowly becoming more and more wrinkled due to the contact with his powerful body.
He leaves two purple marks on your neck, you still feel his warm breath near your earlobe. Without wasting time, you bring your delicate hands near the zip of his pants. You too, without asking, slowly unbutton it, until you glimpse a protuberance trapped in his Calvin Klein boxers.
Without speaking, you look him in the eyes and he responds with a nod of approval, encouraging you to continue. You quickly lower his boxers below his knees and take out his cock, already full of pulsating veins visible from afar due to how excited he is. This vision makes you feel so horny that you let out a moan of pleasure without him touching you.
You begin to move your fingers up and down his length, and then focus more on his head with circular movements. With your other hand, you stimulate his testicles so that he dies from the pleasure of having you. Watching his head go back in pleasure and his moans mixed with excitement and lust sends you into ecstasy. You bring your mouth closer to his cock, first licking it lightly and then suddenly taking it all in your mouth until it reaches your throat. This sends him into a frenzy, so much so that he can no longer feel his legs. You watch his abdomen contract and his moans become louder and louder as he holds your hair forcefully, pulling it slightly toward him to make his cock go as deep as possible into your throat.
He cums all over your mouth and hands. You look at him with eyes full of appetite and continuing to look at him you lick all the liquid from him, tasting it and swallowing it. This gesture drives him crazy enough to tear your dress and then throw it somewhere. He is shocked by the color of your lingerie. Fiery red like blood, like the stitching of the seats of his Ferrari, like the sex you are about to have. Quite violently he turns you around to unbutton your lace bra. Your lush breasts enchant him, enough to invite him to leave hickeys right next to your nipples. Your cries of pain infused with cries of pleasure are music to his ears, his favorite tune. He leaves hickeys all over your abdomen until he reaches your inner thighs. He looks at you with his icy gaze for a second, then takes your thong with his teeth and pulls it down until your crotch is exposed.
He enters you without any warning, enough to make you scream so loudly that the people outside the club look around. Luckily the windows of his Ferrari are tinted to hide the obscenities you are doing inside. His pace is fast like his car, his moans resemble the roar of an engine. Together you create perfect music, harmonious notes that blend with the noise of your flash making contact. As he moves inside you he bites your earlobe and moves to your right collarbone. You have never been so at peace. For the first time, you forget all the pain of your past, this man is magical. His cock adheres perfectly to the walls of your vagina. “Fuck you’re so tight, you're perfect for me, princess”. You can’t even answer him, you can only let out a moan of pleasure. Suddenly you feel a knot in your stomach getting stronger and stronger and then you cum hard like never before. “This man is phenomenal”, you think. After a few seconds, he also cums for the second time, still shouting how wonderful you are.
“So? Don’t you ask my name?” he says. “Is it possible that you don’t remember me, princess?”. Immediately that nickname, his voice, his toned muscles, and his icy eyes come back to your mind. It's Charles Leclerc. The famous Formula 1 driver. Your first meeting? A night of fire like this. You have tried to track him down but since so much time has passed you lost all hopes. “Charles,” you say, your pupils widening as does your smile. “I have never forgotten you, princess”. “I hope you can forgive me, it took me a long time to find you, but here we are, perfect as we were that night, made for each other”. With eyes full of tears, you lie down on the seat starting to fantasize about a future together, about a life full of red and love.
#charles leclerc#formula 1#charles leclerc smut#ferrari#scuderia ferrari#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine
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YES PLEASE WRITE ABOUT THAT
the second i heard about all the merch nat had amassed i thought about what readers reaction would be if they would think its sweet or tease her or make fun of how she most definitely got ripped off for most of them but will now get them free (and the most important signature of all going on the marriage certificate duh)
But it also made me think what about readers 🤔
In my head reader has all of nat’s articles printed out some even framed
synopsis: just a short one-shot / drabble based on the cute request above!
read the original forty, love.
natasha romanoff x tennis player! reader
word count: 1.9k words
it had been a spontaneous decision; natasha inviting you back to her apartment. the both of you were more than slightly tipsy at that point, and you were in no condition to drive back home. luckily, or not, the bar had been right by her place, and within walking distance of her way home.
natasha thanked her lucky stars that she had liquid courage fuelling her bravery, as she asked, “do you just want to go back to my place?”
at your surprised glance, she laughed, and slapped you on the shoulder. “n-not anything weird, i promise. you will take the couch, and i will be very cosy in my bedroom.”
you were holding her up by then, and the smirk on your face was so teasing, so smug for a moment, that natasha had to remind herself that she was drunk, and it was wrong to kiss a friend. a friend she very much had a deep history with, a friend that she wouldn’t want to stay just friends with.
“okay, lead the way, ms. romanoff,” you gestured out of the bar, and natasha and you leaned against each other the whole walk home, in the freezing temperatures of new york in winter.
it was only when she had let the both of you in through the threshold of her space, and cursed drunkenly as she tried removing her thick socks, that she noticed you weren’t by her side anymore. and you weren’t as drunk as she had been when you left the bar.
natasha heard a snicker, and when she turned to see you crouching over the television stand, her heartbeat began to raise in embarrassment and her palms cold.
she was across the room in the next moment, screaming, “no, no! don’t look at that!”
but you were quicker, and you caught her right as she tried to block your view of the rows and rows of memorabilia that she had of you, carefully curated and collected over the years. her flailing arms trying desperately to release herself from your hold and swipe the memorabilia off of the stand and out of your memory.
then, she heard your laughter. a hearty, amused rumble from the depths of your chest, ringing against her ears as you laughed, and laughed, at her embarrassment and the blatant obsession over your career that she had followed through the years. “oh, natasha, my natasha.”
if she even had half her mind right on trying not to make her cheeks any redder, she would have blushed at the proclamation of you calling her yours. but you were already kneeling back down to eye level with the memorabilia then, inspecting each one with amusement, and slight fondness, in your eyes. she began right after your qualification for the Australian Open, while you were still in college, but broken up.
natasha decided it was pointless trying to stop you, and simply resigned and fell flat on the couch behind her, sighing until you had your fill.
“this was from years ago!” you picked out a ball that had been used for your final round in the qualifiers, and natasha threw her arm over her eyes.
“i know.”
you picked out a cap this time, “i remembered signing only about ten of these to give out to fans during the festive season.”
“i know. i signed up for your team’s emailers, lucky draws, even bought your stupid posters and water bottles, anything, to get a chance of winning that thing.”
you let out another grin, and while she couldn’t see you, you let your eyes soften at the fact that she had done so much to support you, and you hadn’t realised. all these years. it made everything a little bit of a shame; the lost time and wasted efforts.
finally, you took a row of little figurines of your racket designs over the years, neatly arranged and kept in an acrylic casing. “nat, you could start a museum about me at this rate.”
“oh, shut up!” she shot up this time, trying to wrench it out of your grasp, but you pulled away, giggling at her cheeks reddening again.
“seriously, how much have you spent on all this? must’ve cost you thousands, i’m a really expensive player,” you gave her a cheeky grin, and she took your cheeks in between her fingers, pinching as hard as she could. you yelped in pain as you jumped back, “ouch!”
“i hate you, i hate you so much.”
you rolled her over, grabbing a marker that you had spotted lying nearby, and immediately taking her arm to sign on it. she tried to bite you this time, but you managed to escape just in time. “your collection seems to say otherwise.”
that night, the proposition for you to sleep on the couch and her in her own bedroom was quickly forgotten; as the both of you ended up play fighting all the way until you landed on her bed. natasha pointed you out on it, but you were adamant, and pulling the covers over the both of you, exhausted from the bar and natasha’s punches, you sighed happily. “too late, i’m here now. bed’s too warm.”
she grumbled that she hated you once more, as she came in closer and slung her arm over your midriff to pull you close, under the guise of still being cold. you decided not to point out that her limbs were practically tangled with yours in the morning, head on your chest as she slept as peacefully as a child who had just gotten their first tennis ball signed by you in a tournament.
it was only years later, when you tried to point it out on the day of registering your marriage, had natasha threatened you sleeping on the couch in your shared apartment again. this time, you knew she meant business; and the threat was most likely real, so you shut up quickly and followed her into the registry.
while you signed the certificate beside her, she caught you stifling a laugh again, and jabbed your side to ask you what it was about.
“nothing.”
“tell. me,” she glared at you, “or i’m not signing that thing.”
your eyes twinkled with amusement, you looked so entertained by your own memory. “j-just…i was just thinking…how much the you in the past would have paid for this signature right here, on this certificate. you were my number 1 collector and fan, of course.”
the witness couldn’t control his own chuckles, seeing natasha pull you in by the ear and scolding you for teasing her until her whole body turned red with shame.
afterwards, however, when the two of you were alone, did she finally admit, “i still am your number 1 collector and fan. don’t you ever forget that, or try to replace me.”
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but natasha had her own arsenal of materials to make fun of you for your obsession with her too, of course. while you hadn’t had memorabilia or kept up with her over the years with no contact, that was a problem that was quickly alleviated once you learnt of natasha’s full-time job as a reporter and editor.
the next match natasha came to after your first grand slam win, your manager had asked her how her day at the office the previous night went, and while taken aback, he sheepishly admitted that you had asked him to, and to make sure she was comfortable at the seats. she had first chalked it up to a lucky coincidence that you knew she was on the news yesterday, reporting on a recent economic trend that hit the country.
then, it was all debunked when you came to her later, and while distracted with fans that were coming up to you at your hotel, you had left your phone unattended at the bar with natasha. it wasn’t really her fault you received a ping from a message then, to reveal your lockscreen had been changed to one of a scheduling sheet. upon closer inspection, it had been natasha’s schedule sheet, of when she would be on air for the month, complete with the locations and timings that the firm had published for her. she presumed the ones in red highlights were when you had your matches, and true enough, they were, when she found your manager helping to record a segment of her news portions one day, and having to admit to her that you had asked him to so you could watch her after to destress. she could hardly control the butterflies that erupted in her belly at the confession.
when the both of you had gotten closer and you would spend some dinners and mornings at her place, natasha would find that you had even pinned her as the top editor in the morning news you would read, always reading what she had published first before anyone else, as if her writing was your morning coffee. she chose not to say anything of it, silently gleaming at the fact that you paid so much attention to what she wrote.
you would often say, “i really liked that piece, the one on the impacts of artificial intelligence in sports,” or some other topic that she would have written, and point out your own thoughts on her piece. it was like having her own personal editor, with no judgments, no criticism. just love for what she had put out, and validation for her work. natasha was glad she had a supporter so ardent as you had yours.
and when the two of you had officially gotten together, natasha once received a text from your best friend during your match, while she was at work, and sighed at the opportunity that she had missed. however, when she did open up the text, it gave access to a video that said best friend had recorded, and there you were, in your dressing room before the match, crouched over the small television set there was, watching her cover the daily news like it had been an action movie. you paid attention to every word, eyes following her as she moved around like an entranced puppy, and when you had to get up and leave, natasha saw you leaning close and pressing a kiss from your fingers to the screen where she was, in replacement of the lips you couldn’t kiss in real life then, and she couldn’t control her burst of laughter. you had to know about this, at the very least.
you physically recoiled and clamped your eyes shut in embarrassment when you saw the video yourself, natasha still fighting hard to control the chuckles coming out of her, and you begging for her to delete whatever you had just seen. “nat, please, please!”
“no, this is hilarious!” she said between fits, “you are hilarious. is this your pre-match ritual, baby?”
“it is not! n-no, i can’t have anyone else see me like this, i can’t have the public see me like this,” you tried to wrestle her off for the phone, but only half-heartedly, because natasha was never in a million years going to let you delete it.
“oh relax, it’s only going to leak if you really, really piss me off one day, or if this phone gets hacked,” she replied, eyes still dancing in amusement as you hid your face in your hands, shaking your head in shame. “it’s kind of sweet, i must admit.”
you pouted at her. “promise me it’s not going anywhere. promise me you won’t send it to anyone else.”
she interlaced her pinky with yours, “i promise.”
natasha had already sent the video to your manager, however, and allowed you to become the laughing stock of your team just days after that match occurred.
#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x reader#natasha romanoff#tennis player! reader#forty love#natasha romanoff x tennis player! reader
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college basketball!abby x reader
synopsis: you're suddenly seeing abby, your best friend since your childhood, in a new lens. is it her arms? her strength? her drive? or the way she refuses to talk to, or even look at any other girl but you?
a/n: these are formatted like headcannons + scenarios to match them! not necessarily like a fic unfortunately. but if you guys would want that, i'd be glad to write something along those lines. enjoy!
at first, it was just something small. something so, so extremely small. maybe sometimes, she would look a little too good after practice. the way the wisps of her hair would stray out of her braid, her arms glistening in sweat and her shirt practically see-through from how hard she worked in the gym prior to her practice. or maybe it was the way she constantly towered over you, how she looked down at you when you two spoke, or how her arms carried everything and anything effortlessly, toned and muscular.
you don't know if you were just fucking imagining it or what, but holy, fucking, shit.
was it just your brain fucking with you? maybe you were just desperate or something?
you didn't know. but you were embarrassed to admit the fact that you were completely, and utterly infatuated with your 100% platonic best friend that you definitely should not be and definitely aren't swooning over. she was just a friend, and for gods sake, your best friend at that.
she just came home to your dorm, which she's been staying at for a few weeks now, covered in sweat. her arm and leg muscles practically bulging from her jersey, about to burst the fabric at their seams with only that and a compression shirt under it, paired with shorts that you've probably borrowed from her, her hair in a messy braid; stray strands sticking to her face.
anyone would be sensible enough to drool at this shit. it wasn't your fault that you had a hot best friend. right? i mean- what?
okay, but you couldn't help it that she had really nice arms. really defined, muscular, beefy, strong, capable, sporty, hot, sexy arms. it was just a general thing. it definitely couldn't just be you. this is totally fucking normal for a 100% platonic relationship. like, yeah. this is literally just normal. its literally just normal.
soon, your stares burned into her back. she could practically feel the way your eyes lingered from her face, trailing to her arms, and all the way down to her thighs. turning around to face you, she inquires cluelessly as if she didn't plan this whole scenario out on purpose. "baby, you okay? you look...dazed or something." she says, sneaking in a smile once she turns around again to get herself a glass of water.
baby. baby? did you hear that right?
you probably heard it wrong. you snicker, "oh, yeah. yeah i'm..fine."
one of abby's big games were coming up. only one more game, and it would mean that her and her team finally won the whole season. usually, she'd be pumped to finally get to train for the moment she's been dreaming of since the season started, but something's been conflicting her. a certain someone. she's had a crush on you for at least 5 years now, but the crush has been at it's all time high ever since you've started wearing her jerseys, her hoodies, and her clothes this past semester. god, fuck it. why not offer for you to do it again?
lounging on abby's couch in nothing but her hoodie and some boxers of hers that you found lying on your side of the bed from when you slept over, you held your phone in your right hand, scrolling through tiktok, while you held a cup of coffee in the other. abby (very willingly) agreed to let you sleep over at her place for as many nights as you wanted, since your roommates aggravatingly threw parties all day and night long.
you were interrupted by the door abruptly creaking open, abby stepping through the door, still in her basketball gear. she set her things down onto the kitchen counter, taking her hoodie off, revealing a more comfortable shirt under. she joins you on the couch; lying on her stomach, making a groaning noise. "shit..arms fuckin' hurt." she says, muffled whines getting silenced by the pillow she stuffed her head in.
you chuckle at her childishness. she's kinda always been like that, hasn't she? "too bad." you say, to which she frowns with a slight pout, looking up at you, wanting you to change your answer. you have no choice but to oblige. "-whatever. what can i do to help?" you ask in a playful tone, flashing her a smile.
she gets up from her position almost immediately, sprinting to her bedroom and grabbing her jersey before quickly running back to the living room and throwing the jersey in your face as if she planned this. "wear this to my next game." she says in a half-laughing, cocky way. you desperately pry the piece of fabric off of your face, trying to process what just happened. "no fuckin' way abs." you say, teasing her. you take a look at the shirt. it had 22 on the front, with ‘anderson’ printed on the back.
she frowns, sighing as she flops next to you, snaking her arms around you and stuffing her face in your shirt (in a definitely 100% platonic way). "c'mon." she says, "need someone to cheer f'me. js' wanna see my girl cheer for me. it would make me so happy."
you chuckle at 'my girl', "abs. this isn't helping with the rumors about us."
she accidentally blurts out, "don't fuckin' want it to."
...what?
before she knows it, and before you two could even talk about what she just said to you a few days before, it was finally game day. screams and cheers of girls who came just to see abby stretched from one part of the arena to another, echoing in your eardrums. you said you weren’t going to, but of course you wore her fucking jersey anyway.
abby looked into the crowd of people, searching for you desperately. she couldn’t play without you watching :’((.
about to give up on finding you, she feels two hands come around the side of her torso, hugging her from behind. she turns around to see you. wearing her jersey.
“you better win, i’m not parading your name on me for nothing.” you say sarcastically.
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby tlou#abby x fem!reader#abby x reader#the last of us#tlou#tlou smut#abby anderson smut#abby the last of us#tlou2#tlou fanfiction#abby fanfiction#wlw#wlw yearning#wlw ns/fw#wlw community#lgbtq
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DR IDEAS TO SHIFT TO PART 2 (+SCENARIOS):
Okay hear me out 🗣️ i came out of these ideas because i was talking to these characters in character AI and plus one of them my sister shifted in to (the second one).
› 💌 𖥻 pretty nerd girl x the Bad boys:
: ̗̀➛ shifting to a reality where you are the pretty nerd girl and you met the mysterious hot dangerous Bad boys of the collage, you really was curious about them, should you approach them? It could surely change your life from boring into exciting one.
› 💌 𖥻 rich girl x Bodyguard:
: ̗̀➛ shifting to a reality where you are living a rich lifestyle and you live in a mansion or penthouse + you have a hot handsome Bodyguard protecting you and living with you (+ you Can add any interesting scenarios 😉).
› 💌 𖥻 agent x Spy:
: ̗̀➛ you are a Spy who is secretly spying on this agent to gain information from him and checking all his movement, then he realized someone is definitely watching him and he suddenly found you (+ you Can add enemies to lovers type of relationship).
› 💌 𖥻 human x vampire 🥀:
: ̗̀➛ one day night, you were camping with your Friends but while going to the Woods to search for Firewoods you got Lost and then you suddenly saw a figure of a tall man and he approached you and tried to help you get back to your camping site but little didn’t you know that he was planning to keep you because he fell in love at first sight with you.
› 💌 𖥻 academic Guy x academic girl:
: ̗̀➛ he was definitely your rival, you both Always tried to compete with each others and see who’s gonna rank the first place in your whole highschool, one day your teacher told the whole class that you all going to partner up for the school project and the teacher put you with your rival..and that when your relationship with him started changing 🤭.
› 💌 𖥻 the popular player Guy x hard to get girl:
: ̗̀➛ that jerk player Guy, Always thinking that he Always got what he wanted with girls, one day he approached you and called you “cute” and tried to flirt with you and you were definitely different ,you were really cold and you did really crush his ego, from that day on he promised that he will do all it takes for him just to see you smile.
› 💌 𖥻 demon Guy x human girl:
: ̗̀➛ you tried all different methods to summon a demon but you didn’t expect that you’ll summon a demon lord, he appeared in front of you tall and handsome, you asked him for help (choose anything you want him to help you with) and he agreed but with one condition that you’ll give him your soul After your end of Time, with Time he spend all his days with you and he began having feelings for you.
› 💌 𖥻 popular girl x introvert Guy:
: ̗̀➛ you were the most popular girl in your whole high school, you really had a crush on this masked face introvert Guy he really appeared handsome and you really were curious how he looks behind that Mask, one day you were with your Friend group and he bumped into you and his things all fell down you kneeled and tried to help him but he refused coldly and he walked away, you rushed behind him and stopped him and you told him that you just meant to help him and nothing else..then you started talking to him, complimenting him and you two relationship developed..he never believed that a popular girl was this nice and kind to him..you really caught him off guard.
› 💌 𖥻 biker Guy x pretty girl:
: ̗̀➛ you had this Guy best Friend who was really handsome, he was waiting for you in his bike to have a ride around the city, you get in and you wrapped your arms around his waist and he started his bike and driving around the city in the street night..it was really beautiful you felt like you was in a movie and you felt such an adrenaline.
› 💌 𖥻 detective x killer:
: ̗̀➛ you were the most known detective in the town, you had a Partner and you tried to solve this mysterious crime case,little by little you found the killer and you were interrogating him in the interrogation room, he couldn’t stop looking at you, and you asked him “ tell me why you did this? Why did you kill them?” And he Said “for you detective..it was for you” and you replied “why for me?” And he replied with a smirk "to get your attention”.
If yall want part 3 let me know.
-Xoxo, Eli
#law of assumption#loa tumblr#loa#loa blog#law of manifestation#reality shift#shifters#shifting realities#shifting script#shifting community#reality shifting#shifting#shiftblr#shifting scenarios#things to manifest#fun things to manifest
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Date Night pt. 2
Minors DNI, or you're going to be blocked
Jasonxfem!reader
tw: smut, oral(f!receiving), fem!reader, overstimulation,
Part 1:
After the waiter had dropped off the bowl of chocolate, Jason was soon shooting daggers at the man. 'The absolute gall of this man. first, he can't keep his eyes off my girl, we gave him and everyone here a free show, and now he wants more?!' Jason thinks. He gets up and leaves enough cash to cover the bill (literally just enough, this man brought out coins, making sure to only pay the exact about and not a penny over. why would he tip? didn't everyone just see something better than a tip??) on the table, grabs your arm, and drags you out of the restaurant, into your car.
You don't really put up much of a fight. You can't tell if Jason is angry about the scene that just happened or not. You can't seem to find any anger in his eyes... or anything for that matter.
The drive was silent besides the rev of the engine every once in a while. You couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Were you in trouble for sucking him off? Did he not want to and just got carried away?
As soon as the two of you got home, he picked you up bridal style. He couldn't help but suck and bite on the bit of your exposed shoulder as he carried the two of you to your bedroom, his neck bowing down so his lips could meet your shoulder. He sets you on the bed so gently, which is a stark contrast to the way his now nipping and sucking along your shoulder, to your collarbone, and up your neck until he reaches your jaw. Jason presses a few antagonizingly slow kisses to your cheek.
"Don't wanna mess up anymore of that pretty makeup you spent so long applying," he mumbles before his lips find yours, kissing you softly. His hands roam all over your body, groping at your breasts before sliding them around your ribcage, to the back of your dress. He unzips your dress and gently tugs it down so the top scrunches together around your hips. He places his hands on the small of your back as he kisses you.
(side note: he definitely wants to fuck up your makeup. If he had it his way, he'd reaply your lipstick, just so he could have it all smudge off when his cock in your mouth.)
He pulls away from your lips to take your nipple in his mouth, causing you to let out a soft moan.
"you just had to act like a little slut tonight, huh?" He mumbles before letting his teeth sink into the skin around your nipple. it was hard but not hard enough to break skin. "Couldn't keep my cock outta your mouth for an hour."
"Jay, im sorry" You whine, and try to speak up in protest before he reaches up just slightly so he can put his thumb over your lips in a rushing motion before parting your lips and resting his thumb in between your lips, not daring to go any further. Jason begins to leave sloppy, wet kisses down your stomach, and he pulls the rest of the dress off your body, throwing it somewhere, with no need to take off your panties.
"on your stomach, baby" Jason says, and you comply, turning onto your stomach, putting your ass in the air on full display for him, your back arching as you lay your chest down the silk sheets. Soon after you've situated yourself two sharp slaps land on both your ass cheeks. "dont be sorry, that was such a good show. So fucking gorgeous"
Jason honestly didn't know what to do. He was so upset, and so jealous at the thought that that damned waiter brought that bowl out. thinking you're some kind of slut, and even the audacity of thinking he could get more. Could see more of you. No, what you did was enough. Jason didn't know if he should punish you for that little stunt, or praise you for some of the best head he's gotten... and how turned on he was in that restaurant.
Whatever he was thinking, you couldn't tell. But you were, ohhh, so grateful when you felt Jason's hands on your ass, soon followed by his tongue licking a stripe up your slit. He licks a few mote times, teasingly slow before getting to work on your clit. His tounge working kitten licks on your bud, then sucking it harshly into his mouth. It's obvious he just wants you to cum.
He laps at your cunt until you cum, moaning his name as your face burries itself into a pillow (ruining the makeup he feigned concern about ruining). While you're still recovering from your orgasm, he flips you onto to your back once more, and goes right back to his favorite place in the world.
As he continues his assault on your poor, slightly overestimated clit, his hands are finding their way to under your knee, and pulling your legs over his shoulder. Occasionally, he'll mutter something about how pretty or how good you taste or how youre all his. All his, not that damn waiter, not anyone at that restaurant, and how absolutely no one else could make you feel so good. But most of all, what falls from his lips are moans. He's so fucking loud, he's almost louder than you... which- well he's making you loose your fucking mind. You're a moaning mess for him as he pulls another orgasm out of you, just with his tounge. and another. And another.
You don't know when he added his fingers to the mix, but he did. His middle two fingers are inside of you curling up to meet that one spot inside of you, that makes your hips buck up into Jason's mouth. With his free hand, he wraps it over your waist, caging you down.
You end up placing your hands in his hair, tugging at it harshly because he's not giving you a break. He moans in return, obviously not letting up.
Normally, he'd make some snarky comment, but he's all too focused on you. The way your head tilts back, exposing your neck. The way your chest rises and falls as you breathe, trying to catch your breath, but Jason is set on pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. The way your hair was so neat at the beginning of the night, and now it's spread over the pillow cases in a messy way. He's so enraptured by this sight of you. It's been 4 orgams for you... well, 5 if you count the one at dinner, and he thinks you get more and more impossibly beautiful after each one. He doesn't know how to explain it, and he doesn't need to explain it. All he cares about is seeing you layed out like this all fucked out for him.
Once he's finished, having deemed youve had enough, he pulls away and says,
"That's so much better than that damn bowl of chocolate, don't ya think?" He asks. You can't help but nod as he comes up and kisses you lovingly.
Jason runs you a hot bath and puts bubbles in it. He lays lays you in the bathtub so gently, pressing kisses to every part of you that isn't under the water. He helps you take off whatever is left of your makeup, and then he insists on doing your skincare routine for you, telling you sweet nothings. He carried you back into bed, and you guys say nighty night !
(help i didn't know how to end this💀💀😭)
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The Wrong Fake Identity | Twisted Wonderland [pt.2]
part 1 <part 2> Part 3 Part4
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The lot of you decided to eat around the garden instead, all of them exhausted from all the running, not you of course, you are safe and secure in Jack’s beefy arms and the cushion of his abs. Although the mental panic and bashing of yours had left you sleepy and mentally drained.
“I thought they are going to give a chase! I have never ran so fast in my entire life!” The orange head said sprawled in the grass.
“I second that! Vil is definitely going to kill me!” The purple haired boy said, sprawled as well near your feet.
“Worse, riddle is definitely going to collar us like a dog and make us sleep in the flamingo cage! Erkk! The thought of it makes me shiver!” Deuce followed.
“If— if me, the great grim have to run like that again, i think i will just give up!!”
“Leona is going to make me run laps….” Jack more composed, still holding you in his lap.
“All of us could take sanctuary in ignihyde dormitory you know! I’m sure brother will take us in happily.”
“You! I can see through your pla—“Grim shouted
“I… i…”
“I .. i can’t believe it … i betrayed waka-sama,
I BETRAYEDD WAKA-SAMAAA ARGHHH… how could i even repay this!! I have betrayed him! I am the unworthiest pawn in existence, ARGHHH…. What is wrong with mee. I beg for your forgiveness!!!! Kuuuuhuuu… please forgive this stupid lowly crocodileeee~.”
Sebek is curled up, hand gripping his hair tightly, crying his heart out and start to degrade himself.
“D-damn… not so loud!” Grim grumbled
“Hey.. uhm.. don’t cry.” deuce unsure how to console the green hair guy, sitting up.
“Uwah.. he turns out to be quite a crybaby..”
You slide out of jack’s lap and hold, much to his disappointment, and crouched down in front of Sebek.
Sebek looked up at you, cheek wet from his teary eyes and mouth quivering.
“Whaat…?” He whimpered lowly.
Your plan to smack his head to the ground for being loud and hurting your newly enhanced ears, vanished as your eyes dilate into a full round. Then your self control broke.
“WHA—WHAAAA.”
Followed by a numerous “AAAA!!!!”
The lot of them froze from shock at your uncharacteristic behavior.
You had licked his wet cheek and the tears that is falling in his face. In a moment the red wet face of his had become a raging red as he hold the part where you licked him.
“HUMANN! WHA—-…..are you trying to console me?”
You had your ears covered when he shout, bow that he is talking. Your sleepy brain went on over-drive and went full cat. You went to nuzzle your head to the crook of the aligator’s neck.
Blushing even more Sebek then hug your waist as he scoop you to his lap. “OH HOW KINDDD! ill accept this with the greatest honor!”
The sun shining on you had made you even sleepier, so you don’t mind getting a cuddle from the aligator man. Plus his toned abs and muscle had made a great cushion for you to sleep on.
“HEY!! THATS NO FAIRRR!!!” Epel now snapped out of his trance stood up and point at the both of you.
“ you cheating scoundrel! I also want to hold themm!!” He continued.
“Yes not fair at all!!! Why does the one doing a half assed job get it all?” Ortho followed
“Yeahh! Why do you have to be the one holding them..” deuce asked.
“We also deserved a rewards for saving her you knoww!” Ace said
“It should’ve been me the great Grim that they hold and pamper not you guys, i am the original so shooo! Find someone else!”
“C’mon guys.. we can take turn.” Truth be said, Jack is disappointed that it is not him that you fall asleep on, but he is trying hard to save his dignity and so he chose to act mature as begrudgingly that is.
You had gone far from reality and off to the dream world.
The lot of them decide to spend rest of the lunch break eating their food while also passing you around.
“Heyy.. heyy .. y/n.. its time for class.”
“Hnn.. what time is it?”
You had woken up in deuce lap. Enjoying the plush of his thighs as pillow. You slowly wake up. Then your instinct told you to lick him and so you did.
“AA.. AA.. what ..”
“Oh sorry.. i didn’t realized what im doing” you yawn.
“No no its alright!! you could do more if you want.” He mumbled the last part so you couldn’t quite hear it. The tip of his ears are now red.
Deuce has determined, he will never wash his face again.
Thankfully no one saw that action or the whole group is going to go for a whole banter show again.
Then it’s time to separate to different class much to epel’s, sebek’s, jack’s, and ortho’s disappointment.
“Ah.. i wish you are in my class y/n” epel said
“I double that!”
“Hehe.. too badd so sadd..”
“They belong with us.”
“Whomp whomp.”
The trio idiots jeered making epel and the rest, veins popped out in frustration.
“Just ya wait ya bastards!”
Surprisingly even jack is quite annoyed as he let out a low growl.
Ortho is planning some mischievous prank to follow the trio.
Sebek is hiding his jealousy although it is very apparent on his face how annoyed it is.
Adeuce and grim are sneering at them like they had win something.
Sulking the rest of them go to their respective classes.
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Finally the last class has rolled. Adeuce and grim not reallg excited to have to share you with the other four, and the other four anticipating your presence. You better prepare to say goodbye to your privacy time.
“Oh we dont have enough mushroom for this potion. We need to get more of it.” groaned grim your lab partner.
“Ooo..! Dont worry ill take it!”
“Really?!! Thanks a lot y/n”
“No problem!” You hopped off your seat and begun to make an exit.
Into the glasshouse you go.
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“This campus is too big im getting tiredddd..”
You groaned as you open the glasshouse. You begun to make your way to the garden-shed.
A hand suddenly grip your ankle making to fall.. into a soft cushion?
Your hissing starts to quiet down as you slowly processing who just grab you.
Before you know it you are hold captive in the embrace of the great lazy lion.
“Ohh.. look who is here, herbivore.”
“Leona, you scared me.”
He chuckled in response.
“Please let me go now.” You try to wiggle out.
“Why would i do that.”
“I need to go back to class before professor crewel kills me.”
“Hahaha, don’t worry you are safe within my arm.”
“But—“
Before u could continue your word Leona had rubbed the spot just behind your ears shutting you up.
All of that human instinct thrown out the window.
Revert bacc to cats
You nudge your head toward his hand as you purr.
“You like that don’t you.” he chuckled.
He removed his hand away from that spot, craving for more you nudge your head to the crook of his neck.
“What should i do with you. Demanding a royalty to scratch your ears tsk tsk..”
“You better stick around with me you hear, after all who can protect you better if not me.”
He lazily said
Leona’s sleepiness begun to affect you as you begun to feel comfortable in his hold. You decide the lion hair is messy you give it a lick.
“…”
“Ohhhh… sorry... i dont know why i did that…” you snapped
Leona held the back of your head and place your head to his chest.
“Moving on too quickly on the relationship, are we? What an impatient and impudent herbivore of mine. I should teach you properly. but for now, let’s sleep”
Yawning He placed his arms and legs caged you and his tail intertwining with your new ones. He doubted anybody would disturb the sleeping lion, but this is you he is talking about. Everybody would do anything for you. Not taking any risk he draped over a tarp to cover the both of you, learning from experience that they are a good disguise material.
After all, the hunting game would start at the end of class, it will be an easy win for him, plus nobody could blame him or call him cheating, since technically you fall down to his arm and got caged. And on the extra side he wanted to see malleus dread angry face as he saw the both of you with burning jealousy.
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Meanwhile in class,
“Hey grim where is y/n?” Ace approach the doodling werebeast.
“Oh they went to get more mushroom for the project. “
“Since when?” Deuce continued
“Around.. an hour ago..?”
“GRIMM!!!” The both of them exclaimed
“Whatt.. i got distracted!!”
“The class is almost over noww!”
“And they are still not here!!”
“Ehem.. little pups, why are you making a fuzz over here?”
“Eeek!!!!” Trio idiots turn around finding crewel with the whipping.
“One.. two.. three…, where is the other pup, or should i say kitten now?”
“Uhmm you see proff, we ran out of mushroom.” Grim swallowed his saliva
“So they left to get some..” ace half mumbled.
A large heavy sigh escaped his mouth as he hold firm of his whipping stick.
“And they haven’t returned yet is that it?” The man tone getting lower.
“Eeek!! YES SIRE!” The three of them shrieked.
“what am i to do with you, tch i know i should’ve prioritize that adoption paper sooner.” he whispered half of the part.
“Well you better find them sooner— “
The bell has rung and in the same exact time the door flung open to reveal Epel, Jack, Ortho, and Sebek.
“WHERE IS Y/N ?!!” Jack barged
“Geez you can’t wait can you.” Ace groaned.
“This is importantt!!” Ortho interjects
“It’s not thatt!! Its just—.” Epel word was cut off.
“THESE PUNY HUMANS ARE MAKING A HUNTING GAME OUT OF THEM!!” Sebek shouted.
That is it, that is the breaking point for crewel. Fuck that bird brain crow, he is going to shave him bald. And for his naughty puppy, well lets just say disciplines awaits.
“Is that so.” Slapping his whip to his hand creating a loud sound.
“Oh goddd look he is emitting black aura! “ Ace shooks
“We are in trouble!!” Grim stammered.
There is a collective gulp throughout the classroom.
“Well then what are you doing? FIND THEM!”
“Yes, sire, yes!” The lot of them immediately jumped out of the door to find you.
Soon news that you had gone missing spread throughout NRC.
Meanwhile in Heartslabyul,
“Where could they be? I hope those insolent fools haven’t broken any rules and trapped you!”Riddle hoped before he gave orders to his soldiers ,including ace and deuce, to find you.
Riddle had thought that it is better for you in the care of heartslabyul since both he and trey have experience dealing with a cat beastman, hecc they can even invite Che’nya to help you adjust into your life as a new cat beastman, he just hoped che’nya won’t teach you anything wierd or questionable.
Meanwhile in Octanaville,
“ oh my what a turn of event! My angel-cat fish is missing, i shall be the one to find her first. Jade, Floyd, our perfect plan can wait, for now its time to search them.”
“Yes Azul.”
“Yes Azul~”
Meanwhile in Scarabia,
“Eh?!! They are missing?!! I hope they just got lost in the campus! Oh how scared must they be if they’re under the hands of one of the students.”
“Not now Kalim, we need to focus on finding them.”
Meanwhile in Pomefiore,
“Rook, did you manage to target the spell onto them?”
“ Non, I’m embarrassed to say but since they were covered by jacket belonging to jack howl I am unable to track them down.”
“Tch. where can they be… Rook change of strategy, it’s time for a different kind of hunt.
“Oui, Roi du Poisson, let your wisdom guide us through.
Vil shudders on the thought that any other dorm leader had gotten his hand on you, and most certainly he hoped it is not Leona. What a lazy lion could do to affect your beauty potential, keeps him up at night.
Meanwhile in Ignihyde,
“ what ortho, y/n is missing, and just before the hunt. My luck could never be better.” Idia moaned.
“I’m sorry brother.” The robotic voice of ortho can be heard through his tablet.
“Thats alright, you’ve done well. Now if you could scan all the campus and i will access all camera.”
“It will take about 30 min with the school slow internet.”
“Its good enough. Now leave it to you brother. Its going to be an eazy Peezy catch. LAWL.”
“Heheheh, of course brother!”
Meanwhile in Diasomnia,
Once the news had reached the ears of Malleus Draconia, a loud thunder light had blasted through.
“ calm down Malleus, it’s not like the hunt is over yet.” He chuckled.
“ you’re right lilia. I need to make haste to find them. Silver, come with me lets us play this game of hunt.”
“Yes, Malleus.” Silver anticipatingly answered.
“Khufufufufu, they can hide all they want but it will be an easy game for us”
Meanwhile in Savannaclaw,
“Ohhh? Y/n is missing? Shishishi…Leona might’ve captured his prey on record time afterall. Oh well, less work for me and I get the spoil too, Yeahh! Lucky!” Ruggie chuckled as he can’t seem to find Leona as well.
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>> to be continued<<
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wibta for not telling my friend i have bedbugs after she stayed with me?
so my (nb24) friend (f26) recently came back from a vacation and stayed the night with me before driving home since i live near the airport and it was a late night flight. i didn't know i had bedbugs at the time until after she left and a few days later saw one crawling across my blankets. i reasonably freaked the fuck out and pulled my mattress off and found signs of an infestation that's been going on for what seems like a while.
so i have a dilemma. i haven't checked my spare room for them but it's likely they're in there too. i'm disgusted and embarrassed by this, and i really don't want anyone to know and just want to get this dealt with discreetly with pest control. so i'm thinking of just not telling her, and if she had picked them up from my house, she might just think she got them from the airport or the hotel she stayed at. it's not too farfetched and i don't really see the harm of a small lie like this. what you don't know can't hurt you and all that?
but would i be the asshole if i didn't tell her? it's not like i can take the bedbugs back if it spread to her home and i had no idea i had them when she stayed, otherwise i would have definitely told her to stay away and even pay for a hotel for her
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home is wherever we are [kim mingyu x fem!oc] 🔞
genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, non idol au, mingyu's a soft dom
warnings: unprotected sex, size kink, rough sex, dom!kmg, sub!oc
[8:00am]
liz just landed in seoul, the weight of the jet lag dawning on her during the ride from the airport, she just wished mingyu picked her up but she was going to surprise her boyfriend and didn't want to feel like a bother waking him up knowing that the preparations for the upcoming comeback definitely has him sleeping in after pouring all those late nights in the studio and practice room with the boys.
the drive from the airport was a bit longer than she expected but it was a relief as her friends, jeonghan and soonyoung insisted on picking her up. seoul in the spring was still cold—although not as harsh during the winter, it was a good balance of everything she loved. especially knowing that mingyu was at home made her smile at the thought of him.
"hey, where are you guys? i'm already outside the airport" she said on the phone. “liz, we're just going to park then we’ll go to you.” jeonghan says as you hear soonyoung in the background reply, “we can already see you, we’ll be there in a bit.” she replied back with a simple okay and waited for the two to help with her luggages.
they finally met up and it did not take long for the three of them to hug each other as the best friends reunited despite her just being in manila for a week to visit family. it was always a no-brainer for her that the moment she was introduced to mingyu they hit it off so quickly and for the first time that night, she felt like she knew him for a lifetime already.
the drive on the way to their home was relaxing, it didn’t feel too heavy for her and it helped that jeonghan and soonyoung were talking to her too asking about the trip and telling her how mingyu was when she was away. as she looked out into seoul’s skyline, she dozed off to alleviate the jet lag as the chattering of her two friends droned on for the rest of the drive.
[10:30am]
the car pulls over to the familiar facade of mingyu and isa’s house as soonyoung wakes her up and says, “liz-ssi, we’re already here. jeonghan hyung is just getting your stuff from the back.” she gets out of the car and is greeted by the cold breeze and bright sun— the smile on her face had love written all over her not being able to hide the fact that she was going to see mingyu behind that door. the three of them exchanged their goodbyes as she set foot on the steps of the house. isa began to fumble for her keys but mingyu beat her to it and she was greeted by her boyfriend whose hair was slightly sticking up all over the place wearing just a sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants with a sleepy smile on his face. she dropped her bags and immediately jumped into his arms to hug him tightly, “hi, love…” she says smiling as she cupped his face, “i missed you so much,” mingyu held her closer and tucked in a lock of hair behind her ear, “the house felt so lonely without you,” he whispers before immediately kissing the tip of her nose.
he put her down on her feet and held her hand as they walked together into the living room. she began to take off her coat and hoodie, only now left with just a tank top thick enough for the cold outside and the warmth in their house as mingyu brought her luggage and bags near the stairs. “baby, come here please,” she says with a pout while patting the spot next to her on the couch. he couldn’t resist how pretty she still looked despite being on the plane for hours yet she was being so tempting so early in the morning. he lays down next to her on the couch as they both begin to cuddle each other closer, isa being the little spoon playing with his hand constantly comparing it to hers. “angel, have you eaten yet?” gyu asks, looking at her intently. “i haven’t.” she says as he begins to get up but isa stops him. “no baby, i’m still okay, it can wait—i just wanna cuddle up with you now.” mingyu smiles at how touch-starved she was for him and cuddles her up again. “you missed me so much?” he smiles bashfully, “i didn’t get to cuddle and kiss you for days, it’s so bad.” she pouts. she’s definitely thinking of being fucked by him so early now mingyu thought.
mingyu lies down beside her, feet up on the coffee table as she’s snuggled into his firm and broad chest. “love, do you wanna do anything today?” he says as his chin rests on top of her head. “we could just go to anyang again tomorrow? i love the park there.” she says absentmindedly while drawing imaginary scribbles of nothing on his chest, “but now i just want you,” she says with a mischievous smirk, adjusting to sit herself up to kiss his jawline and was returned by a smile from him. “you’re not at all tired aren’t you?” he says in a low voice with a hint of morning grogginess still present. “no, who said i was?” she says as she begins to sit on his lap facing him and wrapping her arms around his nape and kissed him fervently. mingyu’s hands roamed across her body and began to feel her up under her shirt, she suddenly pulled away from the kiss moaning in pleasure because of how good his warm hands felt. “baby, please…do something,” she sighed in desperation. “gonna have to use your words angel,” he whispers as he left kisses on her neck and jaw.
“daddy, please i need you inside me,” she whines as he sends a smile back at her while he takes her shirt off. liz grinds harder against his clothed dick and feels him getting harder by the second. “atta girl, that’s more like it,” he says. mingyu proceeds to stand up and carry her, she didn’t even question his strength and height as he always frequented the gym with seungcheol and wonwoo.
“jump.” he says as he puts his hands on her ass while not breaking the desperate and steamy makeout session on the way to their shared bedroom. her clothes were scattered across their home but she didn’t care one bit, all she cared about was having mingyu to herself after a week of being so touch-starved. he lays her down gently on their bed before he removes his sweater, liz kept herself occupied by fondling her huge tits and rubbing her clit as she smiled naughtily at him. mingyu’s eyes right now were far from the kind, loving, and happy ones she was always used to. they were now filled with lust and desperation, “hmm, did i tell you to touch yourself?” he said tauntingly as he cupped her face and kissed her once more before sucking and leaving hickeys all over her chest and stomach, even down to her thighs. his hot breath comes in contact with her thin and flimsy lace panties as he took them off gently. “so pretty, all spread out for me yeah?” he says as he places his head in between her thighs and begins to eat her out, licking her wetness making figure eights with his tongue and sucking on her clit making her moan loudly. mingyu rubs his thumb against the bud of her wet clit and inserts his middle finger inside her which made her arch her back and let out a whiny moan, "gyu, i need you so bad baby..." he continues to move his digits slowly as he kisses her lips, tongues intertwining with each other. "patience, princess, daddy's just takin' his time with you, hmm?" he whispers.
seeing her close her eyes in pleasure and moan his name drove mingyu crazy. he starts to finger her faster, "daddy, please i'm so close..." she whines. "cum for me baby, come on." he smirks as he kisses her forehead while curling his fingers inside her. she looks so spent and needy for his dick lying so prettily on their shared bed as mingyu begins to rid himself of his sweatpants. he wasn't wearing a pair of boxers underneath, just his huge, long, and thick dick slapping against his perfectly sculpted abs. its red angry tip oozing with precum. "fuck, so gorgeous looking all spread out for me," he groans as he hovers on top of her once again. mingyu teases her folds with his manhood as she lets out a moan.
"baby please put it in," she whispers. "'m just adjusting angel, don't wanna hurt you.." no matter how many times they fucked, mingyu's size was still something she needed to get used to. although deep down she loves the size difference they have, and so does he. they both moan at how his dick fills her up, "fuck, baby you're so tight...just all mine,huh?" he groans. mingyu's always been such a talker during sex and it drives her crazy especially with how he's got her under him, her legs put on both of his shoulders as mingyu thrusts inside her tight and warm pussy slowly hitting spots that made her see stars and moan more. as he fastens his pace, he begins to kiss the side of her ankle.
"fuck baby, you drive me insane," he says as she removes her legs from where they're positioned and begins to put them on his lower back, caging him in as she feels him hit deeper and harder as the tip of his dick kisses into her cervix. "daddy, i'm close please...go faster," she pleads, teary-eyed from the hellish yet pleasurable actions they've been doing. mingyu's other hand travels to her neck as he slightly chokes her while his thrusts get harder and sloppier, nearing his climax. "angel, i'm getting close too...let's cum together yeah?" he moans as he fondles her boobs once more leaning down to kiss her all over her face. "fuck, baby please...pretty girl..." he moans as liz feels his thick warm ropes fill her up.
mingyu kisses her face once more and removes himself on top of liz . "babe, are you good? was i too rough?" he asks gently with his eyes now softening up. "no, gyu i'm okay...i liked it" she smiles, now facing her lover beside her. he laughs at how smitten and blushed she looks, "okay love, i'll just get a towel to clean you up okay?" as mingyu got up, she begins to smile more at herself thinking how lucky she was to have the man of her dreams. his broad back facing her from their shared bathroom and he catches her smile again once he got out to wipe both of them off of the mess they made.
after cleaning up, mingyu pulls her close against his chest and covers their entangled bodies with the duvet to keep them warm. "i missed you so much," he says as she's now facing him, his huge, toned arms wrapped around her body. "i missed you too, gyu," she smiles tiredly. "hmm, is there anything you want to do later?" he asks softly. "let's just stay in, love, i'm still so sore" she says in between laughs. "okay, let's just sleep again and go out for dinner later, yeah?" he says as he kisses the tip of her nose again— the two lovers falling into deep slumber once again after being apart for a week and for liz, this is where she's at her happiest with mingyu, no matter where she is in the world as long as he's by her side and same goes for him.
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| Devious Lies (1/3) - Anon request - When your friend asked you out for a drink, you didn't think much about it. Yet, maybe you should've, because that night ruined your life. It has been two years, and you can't stop think about what you lost. Your job, your friends, your lover, and even your mind was left in that motel room.
Hi. I have a request for natasha x fem reader one shot. It is quite long and detail. I hope you don’t mind.
Natasha and y/n have been dating for a while and announced it to the group. Maria, who is their close friend, is harboring feeling for y/n in secret. One night Maria invites y/n over for a drink in the middle of nowhere and y/n accept as Maria told her that she is having a hard time and in need of a friend. Initially, Maria talks about her problems and y/n consoles her. But then Maria started to reveal her feeling towards y/n. Y/n starts to feel uncomfortable and says that it is better if they went back to the compound but then Maria asks y/n to drink one more bottle and then they can go. Unbeknown to y/n the drink is spike and she fell asleep shortly after. Then Maria drives to a hotel and fuck a sleeping y/n and take photos to make it seems like y/n is cheating with Maria. She the sends the photos to natasha. The next morning, y/n wakes up in the hotel alone and lost but then decides to just go back to the compound. When she arrives, Natasha confronts y/n about it. Y/n the tries to explain everything to natasha but she just doesn’t accept it or don’t even want to hear it. Y/n does everything she can to amend their relationship, but nothing works. Pass the one-month mark, by this time everyone on the teams knows and is giving her the cold shoulder. They can’t work as a team anymore and request for y/n to be transferred.
Even though y/n is devastated she accept the transfer because she knows it is for the best. Everyone cut ties with her. But unbeknown to the team, tony keep in contact with her. This is because only tony listen and tries to help her. And actually, before the transfer they already found proves that this is all Maria’s doing but decided to keep quiet in order not to ruin their friendship. But on Natasha birthday, y/n decides she wants to celebrate with by coming to the compound. She asks tony for helps and they eventually decided that y/n can come in a cartoon costume so that Natasha will not recognize her. She just wants to see Natasha happy, and she agrees. During the celebration, y/n arrives in a costume and entertain everyone especially Natasha. Y/n is crying inside the costume because she is really happy seeing Natasha smiles and laugh. Before y/n return, she gives Natasha a gift. Upon opening the gift, Natasha suspect that y/n is the one in the costume, but she shakes it off.
Fast forward to one month before Natasha birthday the next year. Someone brought the topic of the person in costume during last year celebration and wonder if the person will come again. Tony is drunk during the time and accidentally say ‘she will come, she loves Natasha too much not too’. Natasha hears this and decide to confront tony to know who this person is. Tony let it all slip as he is too drunk. He also says the truth about the cheating incident. Maria is also there and decides to come clean and apologize as she regrets it very much.
(...) (not posting the rest of the request yet 'cause it would spoil the fic, but you all are definitely not ready for this 🤭) (and I swear the anon that left that in my inbox should write 'cause I would die for more fics like this) (but thank you for leaving it in my inbox, and trusting me to bring to life your incredible idea. I just hope you are still around, 'cause it took me a lot of time to actually start writing it, so I can just hope you'll be here to let me know what you thought about it).
| Some changes have been made : Maria is replaced by an oc (sorry, I grew attached to Maria the past few months, and definitely can't see her doing something like that, hope you don't mind 😭). it's going to be a short series of three parts. it's alternating between present and flashbacks so the reading order will differ from what's presented in the request (but every element will be found on the fic' at one point).
| Coming in a few weeks :))
#mcu fanfiction#a spes moodboard#reader insert#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff fanfiction#natasha romanov#anon request#natasha romanoff angst#angst with comfort#mcu women#angst with a happy ending
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ʚ thinking about going to the beach with bf!gyu on your anniversary ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )
ʚ he'd originally want to make it a surprise but has a bit of trouble finding a proper beach house so he asks you for help </3
ʚ regardless,, you were touched that he even came up with the idea
ʚ bf!gyu who helps you shove all your stuff into his car and drives you an hour out to the coast
ʚ and it's beautiful!!! despite it being spring time, the weather isn't too hot or too cold so swimming was really up to you guys!
ʚ of course the minute you guys arrive, he's jumping out of the car and running to the passenger's side to open the door and pull you out to lift you into the tightest hug ever
ʚ the scent of your boyfriend mixes with the salty air and it's so comforting <3 the way the breeze gently carries your giggles and light whines for him to let you go because 'you're squeezing me too tight beomie--! I'm gonna explode!'
ʚ bf! beomgyu who ignores your protests for a few seconds longer because he can't resist the way your hair gently sways from the gentle wind and the smile on your face as you stare at him with stars in your eyes
ʚ that grandma walking her dog flashes you both a sweet smile as she passes by because you're both just too cute <3
ʚ after beomgyu chases you around with a water gun you had no idea he had packed and multiple stolen kisses you both finally managed to unpack all your belongings and are ready to take on the weekend!
ʚ and its already dinner time!! you both offer to make each other dinner and after your brief debate, you both agree on making it together!
ʚ of course he's a tease,,, wrapping his arms around your waist as you bite your lip in an attempt to focus on the stir-fried veggies in front of you.
ʚ your breath hitches as his warm breath tickles your neck and you remind him that as much as you would love to do something else you both need to eat after your drive!
ʚ bf!beomgyu who wakes you up the day of your anniversary with your favorite flowers (courtesy of the small shop that was near by) and you can just feel your heart swell from the gesture :((((
ʚ he's just so sweet,,, and ofc you make breakfast for him to eat in bed (because he's spoiled!) in return
ʚ bf! beomgyu who sits with you on the sandy beach, you both find a nice place by the rocks and he's grinning ear to ear as he watches you stare at the sunset
ʚ you look at him curiously, "what is it?" you smile (he's thankful you can't hear the way his heart is hammering in his chest)
ʚ he stares silently for a few seconds more. as if the breeze blowing by would whisper his thoughts to you :(( <333
ʚ bf! beomgyu who shakes his head, long hair swishing around as he lets out a chuckle. "nothin'."
ʚ you shrug and look back at the ocean, arm wrapped around his.
ʚ bf!beomgyu who continues to stare at you because to him you're definitely a view more worth seeing
ʚ and it's like you can read his mind, you find yourself smiling wider as you rest your head on his shoulder<3
ʚ because although beomgyu masks that sincere and thoughtful side to him with his silly persona, deep down his mind is just like the ocean you find yourself staring into. if you look deep enough you'll find treasures and beauty beyond anything you could imagine <3
♡ Recipe Notes: last part was actually based off of a dream i had with gyu a while ago LOL
#Free Samples♡🍓#THIS WAS LONGER THAN INTENDED FGHAFDSFD#but i had so much to say and i miss beomgyu#sobbing for this man i need him in my life#txt scenarios#txt imagines#txt fluff#beomgyu imagines#beomgyu scenarios#beomgyu fluff#beomgyu x reader#txt x reader
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Day Zero
chapter 4: The one where you visit Ghost's house
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pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x plus size fem!reader
summary: Your horror and fear after what happened at the town hall are mixed with hope. Unfortunately, the newly met man in the mask doesn't make things any easier for you. He is stubborn and distrustful.
However, when night comes, he takes you to his only safe place.
To his house.
Home.
tags: AFAB reader, plus size reader, dog german shepherd, weapon, suicide
author's note: I decided to post a new chapter today, unfortunately I'm having a worse time in my life again…. I hope it will get better soon.
The longest chapter so far, let me know what you think.
Warning!! Mention of a suicide attempt, if you don't want to or can't read this, skip the parts where day 64 is referred to. Your mental health is more important! Take care of yourself, dear reader.
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Chapter 4: The one where you visit Ghost's house
Day 732
Getting to the tower by car definitely shouldn't take as long as your hike. The distance to cover, from the center to the suburbs, did not seem so far. You both remain silent the entire way. Ghost keeps looking in the rearview mirror while driving. As if he had to make sure you were still sitting on the trunk. When it reduces speed or (worse) brakes to almost zero on the odometer. His gaze focuses on the mirror. As if the man expected you to take advantage of the opportunity and jump out of the car, taking Riley with you. You will run away and disappear, just as you suddenly and unexpectedly appeared.
Admittedly, you had no intention of doing so. Quite the opposite. You wanted to stay. Even though the man was hostile towards you, you were sure of that. Damn, he wanted to shoot you!
Like a hunter hunting a defenseless deer. A sniper in war, shooting at a designated, nameless target. Without blinking an eye, in cold blood, in one breath. Shot. Exhale. End.
Without even exchanging a word with you. Without asking you anything. Not wanting to know anything. One shot and you're done, you wouldn't even feel it. He pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Remembering what happened a dozen or so minutes ago, you clench your hands into fists. Rubbing the material of your gloves against each other. Feeling the rough material slide over the skin of your hand. You try to focus exactly on that feeling.. You don't want to let fear and terror get the best of you. Breathe, slowly. Don't let these bad thoughts defeat you. Luckily for you, the man didn't do anything to you. Maybe he is also a lost and lonely man. Who is slowly losing his mind under these circumstances. He can't cope. Just like you.
You swallow. The hands are still tightly clenched into fists. Your hands are sweaty from stress.
The sun slowly hides behind the buildings, getting darker with each passing minute. The night is getting closer. The car is traveling at a higher speed. There are fewer and fewer buildings, they are probably suburbs, so you are getting closer to your goal - the tower.
You have to be strong, not show weakness. Focus. To listen carefully. Observe.
Although it's all Ghost, he has the upper hand. He has the most important argument and strength - he has a gun. Also, he's in his own territory and is undoubtedly a man with military training. He's taller and better built than you. Definitely stronger and athletic. Yet you try to control another panic attack, you won't give in to him so easily. You may not be in a lost position. You just have to convince him somehow. After all, somehow he has to believe that you came here alone. If you gain his trust without lying to him, maybe he'll let you stay. You don't really have anywhere to go back to. That house somewhere far away wasn't fit to live in for another winter. No heating, a leaking roof, you could list more defects. And the food supply in the area was running out, you found almost everything edible. You didn't know if it would be safe to return to that place.
You swallow. Your hands are still clenched into fists. Sweaty from stress.
The sun slowly hides behind the buildings, getting darker by the minute. The night is getting closer. The car is traveling at an increasing speed. There are fewer and fewer buildings, probably suburbs, so you are getting closer to your goal - the tower.
You have to be strong, not show weakness. Focus. To listen carefully. Observe.
Without a doubt, the whole Ghost guy, has an advantage over you. He has the most important argument and power - he has a gun. Besides, he is in his own territory and is undoubtedly a man with military training. Higher and much better built than you. Stronger. Athletic. But, if you are trying to control another panic attack, you won't give in to him so easily. You may not be in a lost position. You just have to convince him somehow. After all, he has to believe in some way that you came here alone. If you gain his trust without lying to him, maybe he will let you stay. You don't really have anywhere to go back to. That house somewhere far away, is uninhabitable for another winter. There's no heating, the roof is leaking. And food supplies were running out in the area, you could find almost anything edible. You don't know if it would be safe to go back there.
This town you are in now is the only one of the larger ones in this area. He seems to be better organized, definitely better than you. You haven't even found a car in working order with at least a little bit of fuel in the tank. So maybe it's better to stay with him. It will be easier to survive. Maybe the two of you can find other people?
Maybe the man knows something more, maybe he knows about a settlement, a safe place? Some larger group of living people? Maybe there is some hope.
Meeting this man caused a small spark that some future might exist.
Although it is probably not difficult, you have never been able to plan or predict. You lived in the moment. Not worrying too much about what the next day will bring. Not really taking into account.
The consequences of your actions or, inversely, your inaction. It's time to grow up, the worried voices of your parents echo in your head. Well, maybe you should have listened to them.
You sigh and look away from the passing suburban landscape, still lost in your own thoughts. You look down for a moment, at your protruding belly and wide thighs. You haven't even lost much weight in the last two years. You blame it on your bad, inappropriate diet. You mainly ate carbohydrates and cans of ready-made or sweetened food. You found any canned vegetables less and less often. Lots of cans of carbonated drinks and lots of sweets. Not to mention salty snacks. It was easier that way. Everything had long expiration dates and was tightly packed. Thanks to this food, you satisfy your hunger and provide your body with endorphins. Fighting with your own bad, dark thoughts, when you had supplies of food and drink. You simply lay in bed on the mattress for weeks. Vegetating, waiting. Counting on... you didn't know what.
You look back at the passing landscape, individual buildings and road signs. City exit sign, highway exit, empty fields.
You regret that in the past you were never interested in the army. You didn't even know what military unit this man was from. The only thing that was clear to you was the British flag attached to his uniform. Maybe it meant something? Perhaps he was here for a reason?
Even now, when the cold of the coming evening and the breeze caused by the speed of the car caress your cheeks and exposed neck. This causes goosebumps and reddened cheeks. It was bearable, the feeling of cold wasn't really that bad.
The most significant thing is that you no longer have to walk.
The important thing is that after so many days you at last found hope.
The fact that you are finally not alone.
You choose not to think about it any longer, clinging to Riley, thanking him without words for saving him. You calm down a little.
When you finally arrive at your destination, the man hurriedly gets out of the car and opens the trunk with a gun in one hand.
“Riley stays with me”
If you don't mind the penetrating chill of the coming evening, the coldness in the man's voice definitely makes you shiver.
‘And you, woman, go into the building and tell your people to leave. I have you in my sights all the time.’
You don't have the strength to argue with him. Another exchange of words makes no sense at this point. You dream of eating something and finally taking off those damn shoes. Your legs hurt so terribly. Subconsciously, you already know that a verbal battle with this man is pointless now. He won't believe you anyway, he has to see for himself. See what you keep telling him.
One thing you were sure of right from the start. This guy was definitely confident and he didn't tolerate a word of disagreement, he knew best. Stubborn. Probably soulless, a killing machine. Who knows what bad shit he'd done in the past?
So as you slowly walk towards the building next to the tower, you wonder if your back might get shot. Simple and clear. He will execute you and this will all be over. Perhaps it would have been better. Maybe that was your end.
Fate. Destiny.
Maybe these two years of loneliness and torment were supposed to end this way. Your body will remain near the tower as a warning to other travelers. If anyone but the two of you had survived this long. Because during these few months, without seeing any sign of another person's life, you began to believe that you were completely alone. That somehow you were the only one who survived.
Day 64
You
You didn't think the crisis would come so quickly. That you will lose faith. You didn't see any solution to the situation, or there never was one.
You weren't the type of person who was sad, emotional, or prone to depression. You were always a ray of light, a cheerful green pea, as your dad used to say.
But now, as more days passed, more days of darkness, emptiness, silence. Fucking loneliness.
You couldn't handle it.
You have stopped looking out the window for hours, hoping that your loved ones will come home.
That some familiar face will save you. That someone will break the silence.
The worst were the sleepless nights. Curled up somewhere in a corner or hidden in a bathroom, somewhere in a room without windows. As far away from the outside walls as possible.
You gave up really fast. And you made one most important decision. And that day, early in the morning, when the first rays of sunlight appeared in the sky. You left the house at a brisk pace and easily reached your destination without stopping. Standing in front of the abandoned pharmacy, you knew why and for what you had come here. Without blinking an eye, you went inside and quickly found the right packages and took them from the shelves. Then, just as efficiently, you hurried back to the empty family house.
However, as you crossed the threshold of the building, the familiar smell, so close to your heart reached your nostrils. Home, the family nest. The door slammed behind you and then, for the first and only time, you hesitated.
Just as you had done for years, now, you called out to the empty rooms.
“Mom? Dad? Sis?... I'm back..."
Silence.
Nobody answered.
Emptiness.
So that was a sign, no one was there. And the decision was made, there was no turning back.
Sitting down on a chair in the dining room, you carefully unpacked the contents of the packages you brought. Earlier, you prepared a kitchen mortar and a glass of water.
Slowly, systematically, one by one, you place tablets of different sizes on the bottom of the agate dish. You don't know what quantity is right. Probably the bigger the better. The more the faster. The larger the quantity, the much painless it should be. You hope so. End the pain. Put an end to this misery.
Stirring slowly with a heavy stone pestle, you don't worry that some of the grinded medicine, will fall on the table. White powder stains the dining room table and your jeans.
Nobody will see the mess anyway. And if they do, they won't pay attention to such a detail anyway. They're more likely to notice you.
You pour the ground contents into a glass of water. Hoping that some of it will dissolve and make it easier for you to drink.
Bitterness. This is all you feel.
The cold water with the crushed tablets slowly passes down your throat into your stomach.... The bitterness on your tongue. The ground up undissolved pieces irritate your gums, sticking like sand between your teeth. You feel the acid under your tongue. Something in your throat.
You slowly swallow the rest of the mixture in the glass. Now you just have to wait. You fall asleep.
Alone.
But you won't wake up on your own. Eternal peace. Eternal peaceful sleep.
Maybe it'll be better if there's anything waiting for you afterward. If only this pain would go away.
That's what you're counting on. Well, you haven't been good at math since kindergarten.
Day 732
Finally, after a long while of walking, with a feeling of fear, with the gun pointed at your back, you reach the door of the building. With a deep sigh, slightly irritated by this whole protracted situation, you open the door
“Hey guys, come out.”
With irony in your voice, you look at the man standing at a notable distance from you.
"You see? Like I said, no one. here. There isn't"
You say angrily, clenching your fists. After a few moments, you turn on your heel and cross your arms over your chest, waiting for Ghost to move. Whatever was going on in his head right now was starting to irritate you. Constant silence on his part, and when he did have something to say. It was his words that were cold, harsh. Angry, rough commands. He addresses you without respect.
In fact, he treats you worse than a dog.
“I'll shoot you if no one comes out soon."
Ghost adjusted the gun resting on his shoulder, still aiming at you.
“No one will come out of this building...”
You sigh.
“...maybe you'll finally believe me and we'll end this nonsense? If this is how you host all your guests. I'd rather not know how my predecessors ended up.”
You add, exhaling loudly through your nose
“And I don't really want to find out”
While waiting for the man's reaction, you look at him closely. Why is he so hostile? Why does he still not believe you?
Yes, no one had the right in these strange times to trust anyone or anything, however, you appeared in the area defenseless. Without any weapons. You didn't even think to bring a knife with you. Nothing for possible self-defense. So he, after all, was just plain stubborn.
Finally, the man slowly, silently approaches you and searches the inside of the building.
Of course there is no one inside.
Paying no attention to you, the masked man turned around and moves back toward the vehicle.
“Let's go. There's not much time left.”
He throws over his shoulder in your direction. Nothing more, no apologies, you're right. I believe you now. No remorse, no understanding. Heartless, strange, Ghost.
As you sit next to the dog, with your back to the boot, the man starts the car with a squeal of tyres. The speed of the car is definitely higher. You are going too fast, even though there are no other road users besides you. It's as if Ghost is racing against the setting sun. Every now and then he nervously checks his watch and turns his head over his shoulder, towards the western sky. And so on and on.
The streets grow darker and darker. Night is coming. Nightfall.
This time you are heading in a different direction from the centre. A new, unfamiliar one. With Riley at your side, you watch the changing landscape with curiosity. Crowded, densely built-up streets with many tall buildings turn into new suburbs. Single family houses and wide pavements with overgrown yards appear before our eyes. This must once have been a nice, quiet and green neighbourhood. Families with children probably spent their best moments here, enjoying a happy life together. The middle class probably lived here and worked hard for every square metre. After school, children rode their bikes on the wide streets or ran on the green, evenly mowed lawns.
Once. Past. Memories.
Finally, after several minutes of crazy driving, the man parks the car next to one of the houses. Hurriedly he gets out and opens the garage door with a flourish.
Ghost quickly pulls in and reaches for the dog and pulls him out of the trunk. He puts him in another car, parked in the garage next door.
“Hurry up, we don't have much time.”
With that, Ghost opens the passenger door and gets behind the wheel without waiting for you.
When you change to a smaller vehicle and sit on the passenger side, you ask in surprise
“Why a we changing the car? What's going on?"
He doesn't answer anything, he rushes away. He drives for a while, again, in silence you notice him circling the area. You definitely pass the same house several times.
“Why are we driving around?”
You ask with a little fear. From minute to minute, every behavior of a man causes increasing nervousness in your body. Again, you find his behavior strange, irrational.
‘We need to confuse the trail, cover our tracks.’
The man finally speaks up and after a few moments stops at the next house.
‘Stay in the car and don't go anywhere, understood?’
Ghost quickly picks up Riley and, with the dog in his arms, marches quickly in an unknown direction. Disappearing from your sight after a moment. You're left alone, in the car, in an unknown place.
The sun was almost below the horizon, a small red glow gently illuminated the wide street.
Suddenly, the door opens on your side and you jump in your seat, slightly scared. Seeing the now familiar, masked figure, you breathe a sigh of relief.
“Shit!”
You clutch your chest, mumbling.
“Put this on your shoes and walk fast, damn it.”
The man hands you something like hospital slippers. You quickly put them on over your shoes. Hearing his voice, you know perfectly well that there is no time for discussion. Time is running out.
"Pull your hair back or keep it out of the wind and follow me quickly. Don't you dare turn around and stop!"
The man grabs you by the elbow and pulls you out of the car. He moves quickly, taking quick and decisive long strides. Compared to his legs, yours are considerably shorter than his, you practically have to run to keep up with his pace.
Not only do your legs hurt, but you are simply out of shape. Many weeks of trekking to this city and saving the portions of food you took with you. And also, the nerves caused by today have left you simply out of shape, out of strength.
Stumbling, your legs slowly give up and you hold your hair with one hand to keep it from being blown away by the wind, as commanded. You try not to fall behind the man.
At one point, Ghost slows down for a moment and turns his head, looking behind him.
“Damn it, faster.”
Regardless of your protests, he grabs you and lifts you off the ground.
"Hold on to me and don't let go."
He energetically grabs your hips and lifts you up, pulling your body towards him. He squeezes your plump body hard, digging into your skin. He's practically running now. You hold on to him, praying that he doesn't fall under the pressure of your weight or suddenly drop you.
However, nothing of the sort happens, and you both quickly reach one of the larger houses in the area. The only thing that distinguishes it from the others. Apart from its size, is that it has massive shutters and is not as overgrown with weeds as the others in the area.
The man opens the door locks, with one hand, and hurriedly enters the house. Finally, he sets you down on the floor, mumbles something unintelligible under his breath. He closes first one front door and then another, more massive one with multiple security features.
The room goes dark.
‘Where are we?’
You finally ask hesitantly, catching your breath. You didn't even notice when you held your breath.
‘In my house.’
He answers briefly and walks past you into the cramped vestibule, deep into the dark hallway
‘Take off your shoes and jacket, leave them here. Follow me.’
Ghost's house is warm and somehow strangely cozy. Standing in the doorway of the living room, while the man hastily closes the shutters and before the room goes completely dark, you try to look around. Get acquainted with the new surroundings.
The interior is decorated in a simple style. Plain, single-coloured shelves. The dark furniture bends slightly under the pressure of the collected objects. Against the walls, where there is no furniture, stand towers of neatly arranged things. There were a lot of objects here. Everything neatly, perfectly arranged. Books, CDs, clothes, bins, boxes containing other things (rather essential for survival and ordinary daily needs). Everything neatly and evenly grouped. You will not be surprised if you find that the man has everything carefully catalogued. So if you were to ask him for a small lithium battery of the CR1620 type, he would certainly find it in a few moments, without hesitation.
Despite the large number of items stored, the space does not seem cluttered. In the middle of the room is a large dark sofa with a small coffee table, opposite one of the walls on which is a large flat-screen TV. Looking to your right, you notice a slight glow and notice that instead of another wall with lots of cupboards and shelves filled in, there are open double sliding doors that lead into the kitchen. Now that glow reaches you, it's the light from the LED lamps above the worktop, slightly illuminating the distant room. You make a mental note to ask the man later where he gets his electricity from. Because he definitely has some sort of energy source. So it's not just the tower you were in last time that has a power source. It looks like this house has been inhabited for a long time and is definitely set up to live in such apocalyptic conditions for a long time. Rather, you could ask the man if he found this house by chance. Did he know about this building beforehand, and if not, how did he know to prepare so much?
Maybe he was one of those weirdos who believed every conspiracy theory, every rumour. Perhaps he was once in some sect that spoke of the imminent end of the world.
When Ghost finishes closing the shutters, the room is completely dark. You don't even hear the man moving around the room because suddenly you hear his low voice from behind you.
“Follow me, you need to wash up.”
It's only now that it's come to you. That's right. You must stink badly. Now the smell must be clearly noticeable in an enclosed room.
You feel a wave of shame sweep over you. Your cheeks are definitely red.
So many days of wandering, sleeping anywhere, as long as there was a roof over your head.
When you set off, you didn't take too many things with you. You mainly packed food, a sleeping bag and one thick sweatshirt, which usually served as a pillow. In order not to carry too many weight in your rucksack. You did not take excess clothing, but only the most necessary things to survive. You didn't expect to find much food along the way that was still edible. You didn't know how long the trek would take. However, you didn't think it would be that long. Too long.
So you turn away in shame, lowering your head, even though the house is dark, you are afraid of the man's gaze. You feel your way towards where the Ghost's voice had just come from.
You feel embarrassed about yourself, you must have, well literally, stank. You can't even remember the last time you washed yourself properly. Before setting off, you managed to heat up the water you had collected and washed yourself thoroughly in the bath. You don't even remember how many days ago that was. Too long ago to remember.
You have quite long hair, which you had tied up in a braid for days without even untangling it or combing it every day. Now many strands have fallen out of the braid, in fact, even your hairstyle looked more like your hair was loose than braided.
But the fatigue and frustration of the ongoing journey had subsided and you no longer cared about looking presentable. You didn't expect to meet anyone.
Seeing the soft light that spread a pleasant warm and yellow aura in the narrow corridor. You slowly approach the open door. Finally you hear the clear voice of a man from deep in the room, and he speaks to you again in the same dark and monotonous voice.
“Take a bath, you have everything you need in the bathtub”
Then, following his voice, you enter a slightly lit room.
It is a large bathroom decorated in a minimalist style. Dark tiles and silver fittings. No windows, no shelves of supplies. Simple minimalist interior.
A man stands next to a large free-standing bathtub. Without waiting for your answer, he leaves and speaks again.
“Wait a few minutes, the water needs to heat up”
Before you can say anything, Ghost pushes past you and closes the door behind him.
You stand in the room for a few moments, you feel so unreal and strange. As if you were in some hotel. On a special vacation.
There was a time, well, you hardly even remember, when you had things like hot water, warmth, a house without a dripping roof and just a safe space. Everything is prepared and at your disposal. You don't have to search for anything. Scouring shops and houses to find the thing you need like shampoo, toothpaste or a hairbrush.
You sit down on the closed toilet, gently remove your gloves and place them on the sink, having to wash them by hand to put them back on as quickly as possible.
You struggle to remove your shoes, and a terrible sight appears to your eyes: socks that were probably white were now a mixture of several colours. Brown, greyish black or crimson. With great difficulty you remove the sock, hissing loudly in pain. The cotton material has stuck to the dried blood, fusing with the cotton material of the sock and with your foot. Some of the wounds are reopening. Most of the nails are practically black. They are likely to fall off soon. Now that your feet are finally uncovered and you are free to lay them on the cold stone tiles on the bathroom floor. You breathe more deeply.
Cursing under your breath, you try to undress. You slowly stand up, shaking on your swollen legs. It seems to you that it is even worse than when you had tightly knotted shoes on your feet the whole time.
After a few moments, you slowly reach for the rest of your clothes and slowly undress, throwing your dirty clothes on the floor. The last layer of clothes, the one closest to your skin, has practically stuck to it. The material is wet, as if greasy and even hard in some places, soaked through with the sweat that your skin has secreted over many weeks.
When you finally manage to undress, with shaking legs you walk over to the bath and sit down on its edge. As you turn on the tap you almost sob with joy. It's been a long time since you've seen running water. Hot straight from the tap. It used to be a normal thing that attracted attention, today it's an incredible luxury.
You hesitantly reach your hand under the flowing stream of water and shiver with pleasure. It's really, really warm. You don't even know what you're going to say to Ghost when you get out after your bath. You are so grateful to him. There are no words now to describe your joy and gratitude over such a trivial matter as this bath.
You reach for the bottle standing next to the bath. A 3-in-1 body wash. For men. Well, you can't have everything. But even if you only had warm running water at your disposal, you wouldn't mind at all.
When the bath fills to the bottom, you slowly step into it and sit down. Despite the growing tingling on your skin and the pinching of your wounds. You lean more comfortably against the tub, tilt your head back and close your eyes. You finally feel comfortable and can relax, at least for a while. Your muscles and injured skin, although they seem to hurt less for a while, can finally rest.
Hot water heats the bathroom, slowly steam appears in this small space, it becomes stuffy.
The bath takes a really long time. You contemplate how the water will slowly warm your frozen, swollen body. You wash every inch of your body thoroughly. The gel smells nice, you can feel lavender and sandalwood.
You don't care that a man might be angry with you and full of further resentment. Because you spent so much time in the bathroom. That you used too much water.
It feels so wonderful. Blissful. You finally wash your greasy and tangled hair and massage your scalp. You feel tears coming to your eyes. For the first time in you don't know when, you feel safe, just clean and comfortable. You allow yourself moments of weakness.
Relaxed, you fall asleep, but unfortunately the bad memories haunt you once again.
Days 64-66
You
You didn't see how long it would be before these peculiar cocktails full of anxiety would kick in, so you chose the closest place that seemed comfortable. The sofa in the living room.
Lying down, you hugged one of the cushions you had taken from your parents' bedroom earlier. It was big, soft and smelled like.... Mum. Home. The closeness. Security. Stability. All the good things that no longer existed.
You don't know how much time has passed, each passing minute seems like an eternity.
Eventually your eyelids become heavier and heavier. Your breathing slows down. You fall asleep. Hoping forever.
Unfortunately, you were wrong, the mixture of drugs was not what you expected. You wake up with a terrible, huge stomach ache, headache, nausea. You don't even have the strength to open your eyes.
You vomit. You can't collect your thoughts, you don't know what's going on. There is only one thing in your head: pain, pain, pain.
All this goes on for hours, moaning in pain, nausea, fainting. Breathing problems come on suddenly, convulsions occur.
Everything is one long agony.
This is not how it was supposed to be.
You were not meant to suffer.
Tears run down your cheeks, mixing with the vomit that is practically everywhere. You must have fallen off the couch. You don't even feel yourself hitting the floor.
Everything hurts so much.
You fall asleep for brief moments. It all continues, the pain, the crying, the momentary loss of consciousness and then back again. Vicious circle. Endless.
When it all goes away for a while, you don't have the strength to get up, you stare at the white ceiling. Your heart beats fast.
Night and day pass. In the end, everything slowly subsides. This time you have failed. Something gave you another chance. Maybe there was a reason that you survived after all.
Days 732
You
You wake up abruptly and only after a while do you remember where you are. The bath water is already cold. You sit up shrinking your legs, hugging your legs tightly to your chest, wrapping your arms tightly around them. You bury your head, trying to make the bad memories disappear, hide, or preferably erase them from your mind.
It's not just the constant, daily nightmares that remind you of the ordeal that day. When you swallowed the ground pills and the wrong mixture caused one of the side effects to appear. That night you lost some of your hearing.
Maybe it was a punishment, or maybe it was meant as a reminder. It's not worth it. You shouldn't. No.
You will never forget.
Once the water is very cold, we get out of the bath. Although your body has thankfully relaxed a little. You wrap yourself in a towel and look around the bathroom. No sign of a change of clothes. After all, you're not going to parade around in a small towel that barely covers your pudgy body.
Slowly, hesitantly, you open the bathroom door, wanting to call out and ask a man for clean clothes. Because there is no point in wearing the old ones. They are fit to burn at most. You don't believe that even the best washing machine and detergents can cope with such dirt that has dried for weeks.
Looking down the corridor you notice a few changes. The corridor is softly lit, no longer dark.
And the other thing is that there is a chair opposite the bathroom door.
And on it lie nicely stacked brand new clothes, deodorant and a toothbrush. Next to it lie plasters, bandages and wound disinfectant.
You look around the corridor, but there is no one there but you.
In the distant kitchen you hear the clink of plates and cupboards being opened. You think you hear the clatter of Riley's claws walking quickly across the kitchen floor, a very familiar sound, something known from the past.
In addition to the symphony of sounds, your nostrils are filled with a smell. Food. Dinner. Definitely a warm meal. It's all so unreal, ordinary, idyllic. So innocent and mundane. As if those two years never happened, as if you were spending your weekend off gossiping at a friend's house. And you weren't struggling in drudgery and terror to survive.
Hurriedly, feeling your stomach growl with hunger, you pick up the things Ghost left for you from the chair. You glance at the tag of one of the clothes, not only were they the right size, they were from a really good and expensive company.
Returning to the bathroom you smile slightly, hugging the fresh and tactile clothes.
Well, maybe meeting and visiting Ghost's house wasn't as bad as you thought at first.
And maybe under the mask he wasn't such a scary person after all.
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Picnic - Jeremy Swayman
a/n: i'm not super happy with this one 😅 i struggled with it a little because i want to focus more on writing for the canes, but i still want to write all these ideas i have LMAO a real struggle
summary: jeremy takes you on a date with some free time on his day off in another city
word count: ~1k
With a couple days off in San Jose until their next game, the guys were able to spend their first day in the city as they pleased, since tomorrow was dedicated to practice and meetings for their upcoming game. So, Jeremy decided to take matters into his own hands and plan a romantic date for the two of you.
“So, what do you want to do today?” You ask Jeremy from the bathroom of the hotel room. He was getting dressed in a casual t-shirt and shorts, collecting all the stuff he would need for now.
“I have an idea, but I’m not telling you just yet,” he calls back, making you roll your eyes. You step out of the bathroom and look at him with your arms crossed over your chest.
“Jer, come on,” you sigh. He just giggles and walks over to you, circling his arms around your waist and swaying you side to side.
“It’s a nice little date for us. I know I’ve been super busy with our schedule, so now I finally have time to make it up to you.” He places a single kiss to your cheek before pulling away and grabbing the bag he packed. The only things in it were a single blanket and a speaker for music.
“Now come on. We have to make a couple stops along the way.” Jeremy grabs your hand and heads out the door, not before making sure you had both room keys with you.
He helps you into the passenger seat before getting into the driver’s seat, immediately reaching for your hand to hold. He drives through the city and stops at a sandwich place that he goes to every time they play in San Jose.
“They have the best sandwiches ever,” he tells you. “I get a different one every time I come here, and none have been terrible.”
After looking at the menu for a short time, you quickly order and not long after, they finish up your food and hand it to you in a bad with a couple bags of kettle cooked chips, one barbeque and one regular, along with your drinks.
“Alright, onto the next stop!” Jeremy exclaims, eliciting a giggle from you, holding the bag of food in your lap.
“Where to now?”
“A bakery for dessert. Another one of my favorites in town.”
He continues driving down the road and parks in front of a cute little bakery named Pastries and More. Simple name, but the smell from the shop hits you as you step out of the car, and your mouth is watering almost instantly.
They have all of their pastries and desserts displayed, a variety to choose from that made the decision so much harder. Some were covered in chocolate, some had types of jam in the middle, there were a multitude of cakes and cheesecakes, already sliced and ready to pack up.
You end up getting a chocolate croissant that was drizzled with chocolate on top, Jeremy decided on a cream puff with a strawberry dipping sauce, and an extra slice of original cheesecake with strawberries on top to share, because it looked too good to pass up.
“Ready to head to our final destination,” he states, as he turns his car on.
“I hope that’s not literal, like the movies, like you’re planning on killing me,” you joke, knowing full well he didn’t mean it like that. He laughs and makes a turn, heading towards a park that appeared to be pretty quiet today.
“Definitely not, I promise you,” he replies, reaching over to grab your hand and softly stroking your knuckles with his thumb.
He quickly finds a parking spot and you grab the food while Jeremy takes the drinks and bag he packed for the two of you. You easily find a nice place to sit, not too far from the gorgeous concrete fountain that was misting your way in the wind; it wasn’t too hot out, but the mist felt nice.
Jeremy lays the plaid blanket on the slightly damp grass, as a result of the morning dew that had yet to evaporate from the morning. You take a seat while he sets your food and drinks out in front of you, dropping to your side shortly after.
“I’m glad it’s quiet today,” he murmurs, looking around at the serene atmosphere surrounding the two of you.
The wind blows ever so lightly, a ton of clouds in the sky, moving in front of the sun every few seconds, meaning it wasn’t too hot or too cold; it was the perfect day for a laid back picnic, and you couldn’t be happier that Jeremy planned all this for you.
Once your sandwiches and pastries were finished, Jeremy got up to throw the trash away, returning with a sweet smile on his face as he looks up at you. Giggling, you kiss him, figuring that’s what he wanted.
“Thank you for all of this,” you whisper, reaching your hand up to thread through his hair.
“Hm, for what?”
“For taking me on this date. I know with your crazy schedule it’s hard to plan things like this, but today has already been so wonderful. I miss getting to spend this kind of time with you when you have back to back games or back to back road trips with no downtime.”
“I know, darling, it’s why I took advantage of that today. You deserve the best and I know I can’t always give it to you, but I do try.” You could see a hunt of insecurity flash in his eyes, which was not usual for Jeremy, so you cup his cheek and stroke his flushed cheekbone.
“You give me so much, Jer. I never feel like you aren’t trying your best, you truly are incredible and I couldn’t be more lucky.” His blush deepens a little and he shyly looks away. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispers, kissing you this time. He lays down in your lap, his head on your thighs, your hands tangled in his short hair. The sun comes back out, bathing the two of you in soft golden light before disappearing behind the clouds once more.
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if you're still doing requests, can you do headcanons for how each member of the gang (separate) would react to their s/o pranking them with the monthly shed thing?Please and thank you!
MONTHLY SHED PRANK
in which the reader pulls the "monthly shed" prank on the gang and they fall for it. [fem!reader x the outsiders]
a/n: i wanted to try a different format to what I usually do - don't know if I like or not but, you know. I have 10 mins before i have to go back to revision so sorry if these are a little but crap.
inbox is still open for requests!!
Darry Curtis -
When you tell him, he is so concerned
He just stares at you, eyes wide, jaw practically on the floor
He immediately starts asking if you’re okay and if you need anything
Will 100% fall for it
He immediately goes to Sodapop and asks if it’s true because if anyone knows about girls, it the middle Curtis brother
When Soda is just as confused as Darry, he will probably finally catch on
He was very worried for you though <33
Sodapop Curtis -
He’s so sweet about it and will genuinely believe you
He’ll sit on the counter and watch as you “peel your skin” while asking as many questions as possible
“So are girls like lizards?”
You bet he’s bringing it up at dinner and when he does, Darry and Pony just stare at you with confusion
Soda will keep on eating as if he’s just dropped the most casual news ever
In the end, when he doesn’t catch on to the joke, you’ll probably have to tell him the truth
He’ll be very confused, and will most likely continue to believe that you shed your skin every month
Ponyboy Curtis -
When he catches you “peeling your skin” he’s actually horrified
Like he isn’t disgusted, not at all, but why the hell is all your skin peeling off and should he get Darry to drive you to the hospital
He won’t really say much on the topic, but will definitely ask his science teacher next time he has class
His teacher gives him the most baffled expression ever and he immediately catches on
He’s so embarrassed when he gets home
He doesn’t mention it to anyone, not even to you, and if it ever gets brought up, he’s changing the topic immediately
Johnny Cade -
Oh, Johnny
He is so worried when you tell him that your skin peels every month
He gets a little concerned that his skin might peel too
He’ll watch from a safe distance when you “shed your skin”
The next time he sees Dallas, he questions it and his buddy just laughs in his face and asks if he feeling okay
He probably won't catch onto the joke until you tell him
Johnny isn’t stupid, but he will almost certainly believe anything you tell him so when you break the news to him and tell him that you were only kidding, he’s very relieved
Dallas Winston -
He’s so disgusted and probably won't come anywhere near you
Genuinely very confused and won’t believe you at first
“I aint seen no other girl do that, man”
After you “peel your skin” in front of him though
He is out of that door faster than you can blink
He goes to the gang and he’s just horrified
Darry will probably be the one to break the truth to him
He’d be fuming and he’d probably give you the silent treatment until you apologise to him (he’s stubborn and childish like that)
Was secretly a tiny bit concerned about you but he’d never admit it
Steve Randle -
Now this is tricky
Steve would probably be concerned and a little freaked out
He’d ask to make sure you’re okay and if you’re hurt at all every few minutes
He genuinely just really cares about you <33
However, that’s not to say he isn’t incredibly freaked out
You’re literally shedding your skin in his bathroom and acting as if it’s a normal thing
In the end you’d probably feel bad and you’d have to break the truth to him
He’s still a little confused but he just sort of forgets about the whole thing the next day
Two-Bit Mathews -
I won’t lie; he’ll find it funny as hell
He’d take every chance he can get to crack a joke about you “shedding your skin”
Much like Soda, he’ll sit and watch you before asking if you’re a snake
“So, does that mean women are reptiles?” // “No, Two…”
I can’t see him being disgusted by it and it probably wouldn’t take all that long for him to catch on
Overall, he finds the whole thing hilarious and will probably keep making lizard jokes to you for the next week or so
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chilchuck in the fit i wore to ikea the other day (flannel shirt and marine-biology short shorts). let me cook
hold on just. IMAGINE taking chil on a date to ikea dude that would be awesome. would he purchase a night stand, only to ultimately not even assemble it and just keep all of his stuff on the box? yeah probably. (and then he'd blast off on you for making a one night stand joke)
AND UM dude he would definitely begrudgingly purchase a blahaj
`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ anon you ARE COOKING FR. might need to see this memorialized in a drawing…………… also this ask made me giggle so much bc he totally would do the dad thing of “i’ll put it together later” to only have the box there for so long if just becomes part of the house. crying
THE ONE NIGHT STAND JOKE NO FR I CAN IMAGINE HIS FACE RN i feel if you constantly make those jokes every time you come over he would eventually just lose his mind. i need to take this man into an ikea so bad just to see his reaction to the build of the place and also how everything is arranged. and to maybe get him a treat from the cafe. and also to drive him a lil crazy with jokes like that
ALSO HE TOTALLY WOULD END UP WITH SOMETHING LIKE A PLUSH, says it’s for you or for one of his daughters but it ends up staying under his desk or on his bed and you’re like. so it just lives here now? and you can’t help but tease him about it for a little while. i bet you he’d treat a blahaj like a pillow KDHKDJDKJDLSK
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the evans ideal date
a/n: i know some of these are not totally canon - just let me live out my fantasies in peace lol
p.s. i love you all, thank you for reading!! pls lmk if any of these seem incorrect, i haven't revisted some seasons in a while. also please send me requests or just any evan peters related thoughts lol 🤗😚
all photos are from pinterest <3
evan peters
i have a feeling he would love going to the movies
or building a pillow fort and watching one in your living room
he has mentioned in an interview that he would watch anything just to eat buttered popcorn and candy and drink soda lol
if you went to the theater, he would definitely wanna sit in the back and make out
if you're at home, he would wanna cuddle and would let you lay your head on his chest until you eventually fall asleep together
tate langdon
i feel like he would wanna take a walk around the neighborhood after dark, you know, escape the house for a bit
he'd def wanna hold your hand
shares an earbud with you
listening to your shared playlist on your ipod
would give you his sweater if you got cold
would walk on the side closest to the road to protect you
kit walker
most days the he's too tired after work & you just wanna stay in
would wanna bake with you!!!
and would it turn into a steamy makeout sesh on the countertop? ...and potentially something more? 100%
but seriously, he just loves spending time with you after a long day at work
cooking with you, holding you, kissing you, cuddling you
when he's able to save up to take you somewhere special, he'll ask you out to the movies or a nice restaurant or even the county fair
overall just a lovesick puppy who is head over heels for you
kyle spencer
would want you with him at any parties he has to attend
but would much rather prefer spending time alone with you
would wanna take the bus out of town to escape for a little while
loooves picnic dates with you
would get the maid's help to make a bunch of food to bring
could relax under a tree with you for hours
jimmy darling
would take you to a diner in town
would wear gloves and try to pretend he was normal for you
but you would take none of that, holding his hands with nothing but a proud smile on your face
he would definitely feel 100x more confident after that
your reward would be waiting for you in his trailer that night ;)
james patrick march
would settle for having a nice dinner with you in his room and taking you to bed afterward
but would also be open to doing wtv you want
would ask you if you wanna get a drink at the hotel bar or have dinner at a nice restaurant if you’re tired of the hotel
kai anderson
going out with kai is a rare occasion
most of the time, you’re lucky if he lets you sit in his lap while he’s doing cult work late at night
but every once in a while (especially on nights he wants to try for his messiah baby) he’ll ask you out
god forbid you make a big deal about it or even tell anyone other than winter
“get changed, i’m taking you out in five”
is really the kai equivalent of “do you wanna go out tonight, my gorgeous princess?”
peter maximoff
shows up to your house, hiding behind flowers a bouquet he picked for you
would wanna go to an arcade
beats you at every game
then he feels bad so he wins you a teddy from the claw machine that is absolutely impossible to win at
would take you out to eat after
nothin fancy probably just a diner or somewhere cozy
he cannot afford it but you don’t need to know that
would split a milkshake with you <3
afterwards, he has the zoomies so he gives you superfast piggyback rides
made you matching goggles in your fav color for protection :)
would wanna run around target at 1am pushing each other in shopping carts until you’re both kicked out lol
makes you playlists and loves sharing his music with you
warren lipka
would wanna drive around, get drunk, do it over again
no but seriously, he'd just be content driving nowhere, windows down, screaming some song that makes him feel "alive"
would take you to the gas station or some cheap diner
would love taking random road trips together & finding adventure
alex (adult world)
would love to take you to a museum if you're down
if you're a writer, he would come to poetry readings & book signings with you
loves going to the art store/bookstore
would also be down to just rent a film from adult world & chill at home if yk what i mean 😉
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WIBTA if I turned my coworker in for using his phone?
☎️ for obvious reasons.
So I’m gonna put this up front: this isn’t actually about the phone, it’s about the coworker. The phone is just convenient.
Our players are me (35 AFAB), Coworker A (~30 M), Supervisor C (N/A M), D (N/A F), and L (N/A F).
So first, the reason I have beef with A: he has never had a conversation with me that didn’t involve hitting on me and/or inappropriate questions. These have included demanding to know who I voted for, how my paycheck is delivered, whether I’m in a throuple with my roommates, and whether I have a boyfriend, which wouldn’t be weird except it was literally the first question he ever asked me—he didn’t even know my name yet. After I yelled at him over the voting thing because he refused to take “I don’t discuss politics at work” for an answer FOUR TIMES, he tried to break my glasses when I put them down so I could put on my safety goggles.
You may be wondering why I haven’t turned A in for harassment, ESPECIALLY after the glasses incident. I have. The problem is, he’s very good at looking pathetic and saying “I was just _________.” In this case, he was just looking at my glasses (never mind that you shouldn’t be playing with someone else’s expensive medical device!), and just making conversation. In spite of the fact that he was ignoring his trainee and distracting me from my work, he somehow got away with this. After a few of my screwdrivers went missing the same day he went pawing through them and he broke my brand-new pen, C told him to stop having anything to do with me, that his attention WAS NOT WELCOME.
Now we get to L and D. They’re two of our coworkers who can solve just about any problem you have. Ever since A was warned off, I’ve noticed that if I’m working with L or D, suddenly A needs all kinds of help that keeps bringing him over to our machine, and he always seeks out help from whoever it is I’m working with—if I’m with L he’ll go to L, if I’m with D he’ll go to D. If you’re a dude and think I’m overreacting, go ask a couple of the women in your life—you probably know someone who’s had similar experiences. (And for the record, another coworker I only know to say hello to has commented that his behavior toward me makes her feel like “he wants to wear your skin or something.”) I don’t think A is actively dangerous, but he’s very clearly a creep—especially because he also has a girlfriend and baby and still keeps doing this.
Now we get to the phone. I work in a factory where we’re not allowed to have phones on the floor because we work with food product and a phone dropping in a box is a huge contamination issue, on top of which distraction at my job can lead to life-changing, possibly even life-threatening injuries. (I was on a machine that threw its chain drive once and the only reason I didn’t lose an eye is because there happened to be another machine piece between me and the snap.) So: phones are a big no. Management will look the other way for people in extenuating circumstances, like having a sick kid at home, but in those cases your phone is to remain in your pocket and if it rings and you need to answer, you have to leave the floor.
I have caught A texting FOUR TIMES in the last month. Once I caught the words on his phone screen, and he was making plans for a party. That’s definitely not extenuating circumstances, and twice I’ve found his phone in the product catch tray.
So: very against rules that are there for the safety of us and our end users, and if I turn him in he’s going to get a writeup and possibly even a termination, which would mean I didn’t have to deal with him anymore. On the other hand, if he gets fired for violating safety standards he’ll have a hard time getting new work, and his baby doesn’t deserve hardship just because Dad is a creeper. Also, while I don’t carry my phone on the floor, I worry that turning him in could lead to a blanket ban that affects those in extenuating circumstances, because I’m almost positive he’d try “I was just checking on the baby” as his excuse.
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