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HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 8: you’re losing me, part 7: revenge dress, series masterlist

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 8! taylor swift deserves jail time for creating you’re losing me. taylor swift also deserves jail time for not officially releasing it. def recommend listening to it reading the chapter! (might have to stream illegally bc mother is being stingy 🙄.)

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yourinstagram and just like that, the final chapter of Midnights, is out now. this is my most personal body of work that i'm putting out into the universe, and i'm so scared yet excited to share her with u. thank u to my team, my producer jackantonoff turned dearest friend of almost 7 years (woah!!!) we spent many noons & midnights on this album and i'm forever in debt n grateful. thank u to all my other friends who i didn't mention, yk who u are. to everyone else, thank u for your persistent patience and support. it does not go unnoticed. from my heart to yours, midnights (till dawn edition), is available on all streaming platforms. i love u. thank u 💗.

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leclerccharl ain’t that the teddy bear charles won for her at the fair forever ago??!

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The song’s big question: “Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?”

BY: ALLY PUBLISHED: JULY 17, 2023

Y/n L/n’s lyrical candidness is what has always made her standout as a songwriter. Whether she was writing about young love, relationships, or breakups, her songs never flinched from trying to paint a full picture, even if it was one that was hard to look at.

It’s been a while since the super star has released a breakup song, but it was only a matter of time; since the singer split with Charles Leclerc, fans have already began anticipating the inevitable breakup album. But it turns out they didn’t have to wait long. At Midnight (July 17), L/n released a second deluxe edition of her 2022 album Midnights, which included four new songs, among them the release of “You’re Losing Me,” a song fans have deciphered as ostensibly about her split with Leclerc.

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The nearly 5-minute track is a devastating relationship ender if we’ve ever heard one, as it details the hopeless and tragic dissolution of a relationship. Though L/n doesn’t include any names or details, it’s not hard to see why fans are interpreting it as being about her and Leclerc.

When Entertainment Weekly first broke the news of their split in April, sources for both parties diplomatically described the breakup as amicable, and that “it was not dramatic.” “The relationship had just run its course,” one source told ET. However, that story was debunked as L/n herself, stated Leclerc had an affair with Australian Youtuber Lola Ransdell, in one of her Eras Tour Shows. With the release of “You’re Losing Me,” L/n seems to offer a window into her perspective of how things ended while also releasing one of the most devastating songs she’s ever written.

Its lyrics don’t waste any time getting into the tragic heart of the matter. “You say, ‘I don't understand,’ and I say, ‘I know you don’t’/ We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won’t/ Remember looking at this room, we loved it ‘cause of the light/ Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time,” she sings in the first verse, painting a portrait of two people who are unaligned and have seemingly grown apart in their relationship.

The pre-chorus lays out the song’s big question: “Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?” But waiting for resolution feels like something L/n doesn’t want to do anymore: “I'm getting tired, even for a phoenix/ Always rising from the ashes/ Mending all her gashes/ You might just have dealt the final blow,” she sings.

The most heart-wrenching part of the song comes in on the chorus, as she warns her other half, “Stop, you're losing me/ Stop, you’re losing me/ Stop, you’re losing me I can't find a pulse/ My heart won't start anymore/ For you/ ‘Cause you're losing me.” The lyrics mirror the song’s production which sounds like a quietly pulsing heartbeat, driving the knife’s blade of the song in even deeper.

Perhaps L/n’s biggest skill on this song is being able to convey all the heartbreak and roiling emotion without actually providing any specifics into the breakup.

“You’re Losing Me” is rife with frank, confessional lyrics, but still keeps many of the exact contours of the split obscure. There are no accusations or fingers pointed at who’s at fault. There are no mic drop moments or explosive gossip; The closest L/n gets to revealing any details is on the second verse, when she seems to suggest that the relationship hadn’t been OK for a while now.

“Every morning, I glared at you with storms in my eyes/ How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying?/ I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick/ My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick,” she sings.

On the bridge, L/n reveals that she “wouldn’t marry me either,” perhaps offering the tiniest, sliver of hints into one of the other reasons why they ultimately fell apart: “And I wouldn't marry me either/ A pathological people pleaser/ Who only wanted you to see her/ And I'm fading, thinking/ Do something, babe, say something (say something)/ Lose something, babe, risk something (risk something)/ Choose something, babe, I got nothing (I got nothing)/ To believe, unless you’re choosing me.”

It’s the lack of details, the palpable restraint despite L/n’s clear heartbreak behind its lyrics, that makes “You’re Losing Me” perhaps the most devastating song in her catalog (yes, even more so than “All Too Well.”) Amid the grief and sadness of the song, there’s also a feeling of inevitability, of sorrow that nothing more could be done, of pointlessly waiting for action when you know nothing is coming.

In some regards, it’s one of L/n’s most mature breakup songs in her catalog, regardless of whoever it’s about. And if this is just a “from the vault” track, it makes one wonder what an albums-worth of these songs would sound like.

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 8 months

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Revenge

Summary: Scared to end up alone you hang on to your marriage of 15 years to your cheating husband, continuing to play the perfect wife. But then you meet Dave York, your husbands boss, on one of his work events and things take a very surprising turn....

Pairing: Dave York x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 5.5k

Rating: E

Warnings: infidelity, angst, forced cucking (cheating husband has to watch his wife have sex with one Dave York), smut (unprotected sex, oral f receiving), Cum play, public fingering, use of the word whore, intense eye contact, flirting like woah

A/N: I worked on this for four weeks and I'm super proud of it. Please let me know what you think. Some people might recognise the scene at the bar from the movie Shame.

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You would be lying if you said you did not imagine yourself in this situation before.

Sitting with an attractive man at a bar, flirting. Maybe even something more…

Many lonely nights in the bed you should be sharing with your husband left your mind wandering to what life could be like if you had married a man who respected and loved you.

Though you were pretty sure Calvin did love you in the beginning, maybe he even loved you now. In his… own way. It just changed somewhere between moving into your first real home together and you getting a job that paid more than his.

You just weren’t enough to… satisfy all his physical needs anymore, hadn’t been for a long time. It was an open secret that he was cheating on you, you just weren’t brave enough to leave him, even though you could. You had the job, the friends, the money. You just… did not know how to be alone.

Which was a stupid thing to think because you spent the majority of your relationship being alone.

It came to a point where you weren’t even mad or hurt anymore, whenever you found stains of lipstick on his shirts that you for some reason still washed for him.

It was… easier living this lie than separating from the man you had been with for the last fifteen years. You loved the life you had built together. You just wished you weren’t so miserable and lonely living it alone.

You hadn’t slept with Calvin since you found out about the first time he cheated on you, which was almost eight years ago. He said he was sorry, begged for your forgiveness, which you granted him. But you told him that you wouldn’t sleep with him before he would prove that you could trust him to be honest and faithful with you. That, and a clean bill of health.

He never did.

You were more like roommates at this point. And even though you did not know the exact extent of his infidelity, you still played the perfect wife for him whenever he needed you to.

You looked away when he flirted with women much younger than you when you were out. Which wasn’t often. Only when there was something from work or something your friends had invited you both.

It was one of those work events he insisted you accompany him, leaving you sitting alone as soon as you entered the place at the bar.

You were about to call it a day when a man sat down next to you.

Calvin was off somewhere while you were sitting in a darker corner at the bar, enjoying your martini as he, his boss Dave York, introduced himself to you, inviting you for another drink

There was something in his eyes when you told him your name. A glint of interest when he learned that you were the wife of Calvin Miller.

You learned that Dave was recently divorced and had moved into an overpriced penthouse that felt too empty and sterile. His wife had fallen in love with another woman and because he did not want to stay in the way of her happiness, he had let her and his two daughters move all the way to Europe while he stayed back.

Dave York was… charming, hot and had something dangerous about him that made you only more interested in him. It was the first time in a long time that you felt like someone was really interested in you and what you had to say.

You saw Calvin across the room, talking to one of the serving girls who was blushing furiously as she looked at him while he tried to charm his way into her pants.

Sighing you closed your eyes, taking a sip from your drink, breathing in deeply, finding Dave looking at you.

“You know he’s fucking himself through the whole city right?” he asked.

You nodded.

“I know he’s cheating frequently, I just.. Chose to ignore how many women exactly he fucks as long as it doesn’t happen in our home.”

Dave sucked his bottom lip in, intrigued.

“You don’t mind?”

You shrugged.

“Part of me does. Sometimes I feel like a coward for not leaving him. I know I deserve more. I deserve someone who loves me and respects me. Who asks me how my day was, who notices when I got a new hair colour, who…. Fuck I just feel so lonely sometimes.”

“So why don’t you leave him?”

“Honestly?” you whispered, sucking your bottom lip in. Dave nodded, turning in his seat to lean a little closer towards you. You smelled his aftershave, allowing yourself to take a deep breath before you answered him.

“I don’t think I know how to live on my own, and staying where I am even if it sucks is… easier? We met in highschool, got married before we got out of college. I have spent my whole adult life with him. Fuck… I never even had sex with anyone other than him,” you chuckled humorlessly.

“Do you want to?” Dave asked and you looked up.

“Do I want what?”

“Have sex with someone else?”

His hand came to rest on your knee and you shivered, your eyes on his hand. His fingers were softly squeezing just above your knee. You felt each of his fingers on you, only separated by the thin material of the silk dress you were wearing. You looked up, your lips parting.

“Dave…”

“He doesn’t deserve you, you know? If I had you in my house, in my home, in my bed?” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing over your ear and your eyes slipped close. Unintentionally you parted your legs, your dress revealing a glimpse of your inner thigh and you shuddered as he took this as an invitation, his fingers slowly running up your inner thigh.

“I’d make sure your pussy is the only one I’m fucking. I might be an asshole, but I’m a loyal asshole,” his nose brushed over your neck as he seemed to inhale your scent, his fingers slipping deeper between your legs which seemed to part even wider for him with ease.

“Did he ever go down on you?” he hummed, his fingers brushing over the soaked fabric of your lace panties. You released a shuddering breath, closing your eyes.

“I bet he hasn’t treated this pussy properly. I’d make sure you’d soak my face every single day when I had you in my bed, my kitchen counter, my desk…” his fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them to the side.

“Look at me,” he whispered and while your eyes opened he slowly pushed two of his fingers inside of you. A part of you knew that you were in a public space, yet looking into Dave’s dark eyes made you feel like you were the only two people on the planet.

He slowly moved his fingers, your body screaming in pleasure from the way his fingers seemed to know just how to touch you, while you tried to keep a straight face as he kept looking at you with dark eyes.

“I like to slip my tongue deep inside of you,” he hummed and you couldn’t help but gasp as his fingers pulled out of your pussy, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. You looked down at his fingers, your eyes following them as he brought them up to his lips. You could see them glistening with your juices, while he brought them up to his mouth sucking them clean.

“Just when you’re about to cum, licking you clean before I finally give you my big cock,” he tilted his head to the side, looking at you as he licked his lips with a filthy smirk.

You jumped in your seat when an arm sneaked around your middle from behind, your eyes leaving Dave’s to find Calvin standing next to you, glaring at you before he looked at Dave.

“I see you met my wife, Dave,” he said.

“I did and It’s Mr. York to you, Miller,” Dave said bored, picking up his drink to take a sip, keeping his eyes on you.

You were still flushed, your brain trying to get back to speed.

“How come you are here with your wife and not in the bathroom getting your dick sucked by one of the college waitresses, Miller?” Dave asked.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Dave,” Calvin said, letting go of you to grab your drink, chugging it down himself. Dave looked amused at you and then at him, his face hardening.

“Come on, we’re all friends here, don’t lie in front of your wife,” he said. You risked a glance at Calvin who looked at his boss with his lips parted in shock.

Dave looked at you then, a silent challenge in his eyes.

“I love my wife,” Calvin said and you snorted. His head snapped to look at you.

“You sure have a funny way of showing it,” you rolled your eyes and Dave laughed.

“Tell you what, why don’t you go back to whatever cunt you were after and I keep your wife company,” Dave said.

“With all due respect, Dave…” Calvin began to talk but Dave shot him a dark look.

“Call me Dave one more time and see what happens, Mister Miller,” he threatened and you felt Calvin stiffen beside you. Interesting.

He took a deep breath before he looked at you.

“I was gonna head home,” Calvin said, looking at you with a question in his eyes. You turned your head to look at Dave. You didn’t want to leave. And you knew Calvin only lied about going home because he either didn’t find someone else to fuck or… because he had a weird spurge of jealousy now that someone was giving you attention and felt like he had a claim on you. Which a silly part of your brain made you feel powerful.

“I’m sure Dave can give me a ride later?” you asked, with an eyebrow raised. Dave chuckled, one of his hands coming back to rest on your knee.

“Of course I can, Sweetheart.”

When Dave drove you home a couple hours later, Calvin wasn’t home. Not that you were surprised.

Dave and you had spent the whole evening talking. And flirting. Call it needy and years of neglect, but fuck you wanted him.

You invited Dave in for a drink and he followed you into your home.

Sitting beside him in your living room you sighed.

“I feel so… Fuck I don’t know. Weak? Silly? Worthless? Like a fucking victim, even though I have everything I need to just…. Live my own life and don’t let him humiliate me like that.”

Dave sighed.

“Ending a marriage is not easy. Feelings aren’t something you can’t just turn off. You’re not worthless. You are… fucking perfect,” Dave said and you turned your head to look at him.

“I want him to feel how humiliated he makes me feel,” you said.

“What are you thinking?”

You sucked your bottom lip in, blaming the idea forming in your head on your slightly tipsy brain.

“Are you free on friday?” you asked, a plan forming in your mind. He narrowed his eyes.

“I can be.”

You nodded, sucking your bottom lip in. You took both of your glasses, setting them down on the coffee table. Dave watched your every move as you got up, coming to stand between his legs.

You didn’t know if it was the drinks you had or the way Dave York had given you his whole attention for the last hours, but you just wanted to feel something. Or someone.

“It’s our anniversary,” you said quietly as you slowly settled down into Dave’s lap, straddling him. His hands came to rest on your upper thighs immediately, his hands pushing the skirt of your dress up, as your hands rested on his shoulders. You closed your eyes, your skin heating under his intense gaze.

“I haven’t been fucked in eight years,” you whispered, moaning when you felt Dave’s hands wander over your body, squeezing your ass, pulling you closer towards him. You gasped as your clit rubbed just right over his growing bulge.

“And… And I think I want you to fuck me while he has to watch,” unintentionally you began to move your hips against him. He smirked.

“Eight years?” he asked and you nodded. He hummed.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please,” you whispered and he suddenly pulled at the belt of your wrap dress, the fabric falling open.

“Fuck me,” he uttered under his breath, the green lace lingerie you were wearing driving him wild. One of his hands came back to squeeze your ass, while his other hand palmed one of your breasts.

“Can you cum like that? Just with your needy little clit rubbing against me?” he asked and you moaned, your head nodding.

“Then make yourself cum,” he said, before he leaned in and sucked on your nipple through your bra.

“Fuck,” you cried out, rubbing yourself against him.

“That’s it, you want me to fuck you in front of your cheating husband? Then cum for me,” he snarled, slapping your ass.

“I’m gonna… Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, throwing your head back as your orgasm rolled through your body, making you shake against Dave. He helped you ride it out before you felt his hand in your neck as he pulled you towards him, crashing his lips against yours in a deep kiss.

“When should I be here on friday?“ He asked and you smiled.

Like every year, Calvin invited you for dinner for your anniversary in your favourite restaurant.

Or more like, in the restaurant he thought was your favourite restaurant.

He had given you the silent treatment since you decided to spend the evening with Dave instead of him, and you weren’t complaining.

Something had changed since that night. You changed.

He bought you a gift (a new vacuum cleaner, my god were you lucky), kissed you on the cheek and then ordered your dinner for you as soon as you sat down in the restaurant.

You were quiet all evening, letting him vent about work and about how lucky he was to have you as his wife, smiling like the obedient little wife you were for him.

Whenever he got up for a smoke, or to the bathroom or to order new drinks from the blonde bartender you reached for your phone, texting with Dave.

It had been six days since you met him and the lust you were feeling for him was almost overwhelming. Maybe it had to do with you being sexually frustrated, but the way he talked to you made you want to be his good girl, eager to please him however you wanted to.

He was very attentive, sending you gifts every single day while Calvin was in the office. You were working from home, surprised when Monday rolled around and a bouquet of red roses were delivered around lunch time.

The next day it was a bracelet.

The day after that lingerie.

Part of you was overwhelmed with the attention you were receiving, while another part just wanted to let you enjoy it.

You were rational, you knew whatever would happen with Dave York would not have a future. He wanted to fuck you, and you wanted to be fucked. Badly.

And who were you to argue about your husbands boss being the one to fuck you brains out as a little… revenge?

You rolled your eyes as you saw the waitress slip Calvin his number after he went to pay.

You had an AirBNB booked and most of your clothes and stuff already moved there yesterday. Earlier today you met with an divorce attorney.

This was happening.

You would be leaving him. Tonight.

After he watched you being fucked by his boss.

The only concern you had about the plan you set in motion was how you would make Calvin stay. But Dave had only told you that he’d make sure he would, not telling you how exactly he would achieve it. But you trusted him anyway.

You had done a lot of thinking this last week. Maybe you had just needed someone to confide in, to tell you that you were worth more than being just a silly little wife.

Healing from these last years would take a while, but you were ready to take your life back.

Starting today.

You had told Dave that you would leave the backdoor unlocked, so you weren’t surprised when you found him sitting in the armchair next to your bed in the bedroom when you made your way upstairs after coming back home.

Calvin was downstairs, picking a bottle of wine most likely in the hopes to get you drunk so he could try to get into your pants later.

He tried this every year, some weird sense of martial duty coming over him. Not that he ever succeeded.

And you had to give it to him, at least he did not spend your wedding anniversary fucking another pussy.

“Hey,” Dave hummed, getting up as he walked over to you.

“Hey,” you smiled, nerves kicking in as your head tilted down, watching your feet nervously.

“You look beautiful,” he said and you couldn’t help but sigh. You had decided on a new dress, black, with a zipper in the front that ran down the whole length. You wanted do look pretty.

For Dave.

You felt his fingers tilt your chin up, his eyes finding yours.

“Are you still sure about this?” he asked. You took a deep breath before you nodded slowly.

“Just… Just nervous. It’s been a while…. And…. I don’t know about him… here”

“We can get out of here. Just say the word and I’ll leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” you brought a hand up, resting it on his chest. He covered your hand with his.

“I want you to….” you pursed your lips, unable to say those words.

“You want me to fuck you?” he whispered with a small grin. You nodded.

“I want to fuck you too. Been thinking about your pussy since last week. Tasted so fucking good. You just need to decide if you want me to fuck you here, with your soon to be ex husband watching, or if I should take you to my place and make this pussy, my pussy, weep for me,” you felt his breath on your face as he whispered those words, your knees getting weak.

“How… How about… both?” you finally asked with a shy little smile.

He kissed you then, his lips pressing against yours for a quick but powerful moment. You whimpered.

“Greedy,” he hummed with a smirk.

“Where is he?” Dave asked as he slowly led you to your bed.

“Getting wine to make me drunk enough to fuck him,” you snorted and Dave rolled his eyes.

You yelped when he pushed you against the mattress, hovering over you immediately, his eyes darkening. You parted your legs and he settled between them. Your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his weight on top of you.

“Pathetic little fucker,” Dave hissed before he kissed you again.

You melted against him.

His tongue invaded your mouth, playing with yours, one of his hands running up your thigh.

“Dave,” you gasped, clutching the sheets as he kissed down your jaw.

“You smell so fucking good,” he hummed, softly sucking on your neck. his fingers playing with the front zipper of your dress, pulling it slowly until the pink lace he had gifted to you was revealed beneath.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” you heard a yell, following from a bottle shattering on the floor. Dave did not stop pulling at the zipper, his eyes on yours, until your bra was fully visible, the delicate lace hiding next to nothing.

“I’m about to eat your wife’s pussy,” Dave said and you could not help but moan as he lowered his head, his lips kissing the soft skin above your tits.

“You can’t… What the fuck…” Calvin cursed and you caught his eyes when he rounded the bed, now standing so he could look at you.

“Sucks to be on the other side, huh?” you asked him, hearing Dave chuckle, before he pulled at the lace, his lips closing around your left nipple, making you arch your back against his chest.

“You’re… you’re my wife,” Calvin argued and you moaned as Dave sucked.

“Happy fucking anniversary,” you moaned, your hands unclenching from the sheets to bring them into Dave’s hair, pushing him against your tits.

“I’m… I’m not gonna watch this,” Calvin said in disbelief, intending to turn around and leave.

“You sit right there on that chair and watch me fuck your wife, Miller,” Dave hissed, voice dangerously low, turning his head to look at Calvin who stopped in his tracks.

You pussy clenched at his tone.

“Or what?” Calvin asked, not looking back. Dave found your eyes, kissing you quickly before he got up from the bed, walking over to Calvin.

He leaned into him, whispering something against his ear. You saw Calvin clench his fists as he took a deep breath before he slowly turned around and walked over to the chair Dave had apparently put there just for him.

Calvin’s eyes found yours and he clenched his jaw as he sat down.

“Now, where were we?” Dave asked and you turned your head to look at him. Slowly he unbuttoned his dress shirt, pushing it off his shoulder, revealing his broad chest. Your eyes lingered all over his body, the prominent outline of his cock confided in his pants making your mouth water.

Funny that just a week ago you had not missed sex at all, when now you could not wait for the man in front of you to ruin you.

You sucked your bottom lip in as you looked up at him.

“Calvin, what was I about to do before you interrupted us?” he asked, his eyes not leaving your body.

There was no answer, until a dark look came over Dave’s face, breaking eye contact to you only briefly to look at you husband.

“You wanted to… eat my wife’s pussy,” he said quietly and Dave’s eyes lit up as he looked at you.

“That’s right,” he said, before his hands wrapped around your ankles, pulling you down towards the end of bed. He leaned down, his hand pulling at the front zipper of your dress, parting the fabric. His lips following the zipper with every inch of your skin it revealed to him.

“Like unwrapping a gift,” he said, kissing your stomach. He helped you get out of the dress, throwing it aside, before he got down on his knees, pulling each of your legs over his shoulders.

Dark eyes found yours as he leaned closer towards your pussy, taking a deep breath.

“When was the last time someone ate this pussy?” he asked, his fingertips coming to gently trace the pattern of the by now see through lace hiding your cunt from him. You were obscenely wet for the man kneeling between your legs.

“Years,” you sighed.

“Shame,” Dave tsked, kissing your inner thigh. You closed your eyes as his lips wandered up your thigh, almost to where you wanted him most when he kissed back down, starting the same pattern on your other thigh.

“Dave,” you moaned.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he asked, raising his eyebrow in a silent challenge as he looked up at you.

“Make me cum,” you said and he grinned.

“With pleasure.”

The moment Dave’s tongue slipped through your folds felt like the world shifted. He did not tease you, his tongue dipping inside of you while his nose moved over your clit had you moaning out wantonly. You fought the urge to throw your head back and close your eyes, keeping your eyes trained on the man who had you on the edge of an orgasm without even really having started.

The moan coming from his mouth as he tasted you for the first time was downright pornographic and a memory you’d replay often in the future.

He moved his tongue between your folds before he went higher, his tongue flicking over your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, your hands hesitantly reaching for him, one of his hands grabbing your wrists, pulling them closer towards him, your fingers disappearing in his soft hair. You scratched your fingernails over his scalp and he sucked your clit between his lips with a groan.

You were sure you were dripping on the sheets, your legs crossed behind his shoulders as you moved your hips against his mouth.

“I’m close….” you whimpered, your lips parted as you panted for air, your eyes closing for a moment before they snapped open when Dave slapped your thigh.

“Look at me when I make you cum,” he grunted.

With your eyes trained on him, your hand in his hair and his mouth on you it wasn’t long before he made you cum, your thighs shaking around his head as he continued to lick you up, giving you by far the best orgasm of your life while you moaned out his name.

He gave your pussy one last kiss, before he got to his feet.

“Ready for my cock?” he asked.

Slowly you sat yourself up, getting on your knees on the bed in front of him, pulling him down towards you, so you could kiss him. Your hands found his belt, unbuckling it.

“How do you want me?” you mumbled against his lips, eager to have him inside of you. You felt his lips twitch into a smile against yours, his hands unclasping your bra behind you, pulling it off your shoulders.

One of your hands finally slipped into his pants, pulling his cock out.

You tried to play off your surprise, but Dave saw your eyes widening. He pecked your lips.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we gonna make it fit,” he winked.

You risked a glance down to his hard cock. He was not much bigger than your husbands, but much thicker. Precum pooled on the angry red tip, and you bent down before you could stop yourself, your tongue licking it off, moaning as you tasted him.

“Fuck,” Dave moaned and you looked up at him, seeing his eyes fixed on you.

You had his whole attention and you were loving it.

“Some other time sweetheart,” he said warmly, one of his hands cupping your cheek.

“Now I want you on your back so I can watch those perfect tits shake when I fuck my pussy,” he said. You shivered before you slipped back towards the center of the bed. Dave took his pants, boxers and socks off before he joined you on the bed. You parted your legs for him as he came to kneel between them, his hand lazily pumping his cock.

You had discussed protection in the week leading up to today, coming to know that Dave had a vasectomy years ago. With him getting tested regularly and you not having had sex with anyone in a long time you had given him the freedom to decide if he wanted to use condoms or not.

A big part of you was happy he didn’t because you wanted to feel him. All of him.

He nudged his tip against your folds, moving it over your clit repeatedly. He reached for a pillow, your husband's pillow, propping it under your hips.

“You’re dripping for me sweetheart,” he grinned. You sighed, your hands coming to play with your nipples.

Slowly his tip slipped inside of you and you stopped breathing for a second, enjoying the delicious stretch of his length parting your folds.

“Shit Baby…” you moaned, sucking your bottom lip in.

Ever so slowly, giving you time to adjust his cock filled you.

“You’re so fucking wet. Perfect just… fuck just perfect,” he praised you, groaning when his hips met yours, his cock completely inside of you.

You felt so fucking full.

“Move,” you whined.

“You’re such a whore,” you heard another voice, your eyes blinking as you registered your husband's voice, having completely forgotten about him.

You found Dave’s eyes on you before you turned your head to find Calvin obediently sitting in the chair Dave had pulled for him.

You took a deep breath before you turned your head to look at Dave again.

“At least I’m your whore then,” you said to Dave and he grinned before he bottomed out and thrusted back into you. You cried out.

He snapped his hips against yours, his hands grabbing your hips as he pumped into you. You threw your arms back, grabbing the headboard.

Sex had never felt like this. Yes, you did not have much to compare it to, but fuck that was what you missed? He ruined you, slowly, with every thrust inside of you, with every brush of his fingers on your body. He watched mesmerized as your tits shook with every thrust, before his arms pulled you up against him, into his lap, your chest against his. You crossed your arms behind him, your hands on his neck as he fucked up into you. His hands helping you move on top of him.

“Whose pussy is this from now on?” he asked, his voice dark.

“Yours Dave, fucking yours,” you moaned.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, slapping your ass. Your pussy clenched around him and you watched him cock his eyebrow.

“You like that huh?” he smirked, doing it again and you moaned.

“Maybe you are my little whore after all,” he hummed against your ear, thrusting into you. He continued to slap your ass until you exploded around him, crying out as he fucked your through your orgasm.

It wasn’t long before he twitched inside of you, warmth filling you as he moaned against your lips.

Both panting against each other's lips you smiled, letting your hand fall against his, before he leaned down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, making you clench around his cock.

“That… That never happened before…” you said and he frowned, looking up at you.

“I never came when he fucked me,” you clarified and Dave’s jaw twitched before he kissed your lips.

“I should kill that fucker for how he treated you,” he mumbled against your lips and for reasons you had to unpack at another time, the thought made you clench around him.

“Interesting,” he mumbled, giving you a wink.

“You came inside of her? What the fuck?” you rolled your eyes back as you heard Calvin exclaim.

“And he made me cum. Twice. Guess it was not my fault you couldn’t after all,” you said without looking at him.

Dave chuckled, before he helped you off, his cum dripping into the sheets. He slipped his fingers between your legs, pushing his cum back into you, before he brought his fingers up, holding them out for you. You sucked them clean for him, moaning at your combined taste.

But as much as you wanted just to lay back and enjoy the afterglow, you did not want to spend any more time than necessary in this house.

Dave helped you out of bed, helping you into your dress before he got back into his clothes, pocketing your ruined panties and bra.

He gave you a small smile, taking your hand.

You walked towards the bedroom door when you stopped and turned around.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Calvin screamed behind you and Dave turned around faster than you could notice, his hand stopping Calvin’s wrist before he could reach you. He yelped in pain and Dave let go, stepping between you and your soon to be ex husband.

You took a deep breath, putting a hand on Dave’s shoulder who looked at you over his shoulder. You gave him a small nod, before you stepped to the side, still close enough, so he could intervene. Calvin was still looking at Dave with what you think was terror in his eyes.

“Did you think I would stay by your side while you fucked your way through the country forever? Humiliate me like that? I loved you. I wanted to spend my life with you, but you threw that away. And he helped me to see that. It’s embarrassing how long it took me. So we’re getting divorced, Calvin. You can keep the house and I keep my dignity. And my money,” you said.

Calvin looked at you now, his eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t you love me?” he asked, his voice small.

You took a deep breath, looking at the man you once loved so much. Feeling nothing.

“Not anymore,” you said, giving him a small sad smile before you took Dave’s hand.

Dave gave Calvin one last look before he grabbed your purse and led you out of the house.

#my fic #Dave york #dave york x female reader #Pedro pascal #fanficion #fanfic #fan fiction #dave york fanfiction #Dave york x fem. reader

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kyber-crystal · 9 months

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learning to warm cold hands || ethan hunt

summary: after a particular mission, sunshine isn’t sunshine anymore, and it worries him. (aka a cliche angst to fluff fic with the following tropes: slightly sunshine and super sunshine, who did this to you, etc)

words: ~1.4k

warnings: angst, brief descriptions of violence, ethan being overly concerned for reader, but not much else asides from that

a/n: first ethan fic (requested by a lovely anon, thank you!!) and second mission impossible fic! btw, this fic is kind of an AU? i don't have a specific timeline for when it happens, so you can squeeze it in wherever :)

“Y/N, status update?”

“Northwest exit, 430 meters. I have one on my tail. But you know I’m Usain Bolt 2.0! I can definitely outrun this doofus, I mean, I bet my mile time is way better than his. I could've gone to the Olympics, for God’s sake. The Olympics! Where are you?”

“Stay there, I’ll come find you.”

“Ethan, wait, you can't just tell me to—“ You don’t even get to finish before a an explosive sound echoes across the narrow alleyway. You make a sharp left turn but find that you’d just hit a dead end. The door was locked. Shit. You only had one bullet left and there was a guy who was definitely at least twice your weight—and over a foot taller, too—coming after you. You wouldn't even have enough time to reload.

“Y/N. Y/N—“

You don’t get to hear the rest of what he’s saying before the static fizzes out and you lose connection.

“Hey there!” You give the beefy man who’s now mere meters away from you a cheerful smile. “Lovely weather today, don’t you think? Too bad it’s going to rain tomorrow. I love the rain but I hate lightning, because I almost got struck a year ago.”

He doesn't look too happy at this, whipping his gun out without a moment’s hesitation. You squeeze your eyes shut and pray as you slide the bullet in and he pins you against the wall by your neck.

He brings the gun to your head, and your weapon clatters to the ground. You curse under your breath. You can feel your airways constricting and there's a searing pain working its way through you.

“You're not going anywhere, princess.”

There's a split-second; a microsecond in which he pauses. Very briefly. You don't think, just do—you knee him in the groin, hard, and quickly grab the knife that's sheathed in your boot.

Saying one last prayer, you plunge the blade in, not even looking to see if you'd aimed right. He falls to the floor, stumbling, and you then lunge forward to disarm him.

Another deafening gunshot rings out just as Ethan rounds the corner and finds you there, standing over the man’s dead body like the angel of death. A pool of blood surrounds your feet, and he doesn't think he wants to know if that's yours or his.

“You made it out alive. Good job out there.”

Glancing over at him, you nod, but don't say anything. You toss him the data files without another word, and board the plane.

“I'm proud of you.”

More strained silence. Huh, weird… he thinks.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

No response. Ethan repeats himself again, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

You strap yourself into your seat and tilt your head back, digging your nails into your wrist. Anything was better than being awake right now…

“Well, someone's uncharacteristically quiet.”

Still no response. Not even a snarky quip like you'd typically reply with. No nicknames, no bickering, no random fun fact you googled on the way over here. “Did you know that a pig can digest an entire human body, bones and all? That makes me think a little extra every time we pass through the European countryside and see one of them.”

All he gets is silence from your end, and it starts to worry him.

That’s when he follows your gaze downwards. You're clutching the left side of your abdomen, trying your best not to make a sound.

His blood runs cold and his eyes darken. You can feel the pure rage radiating off him.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No…shit…Sherlock…” you croak out.

“You're hurt.”

No response again.

“Y/N, what the hell happened out there and who did this to you?”

More silence.

“Y/N, what did he do to you? How did he hurt you?”

After several more questions and several more failed replies, he forcefully moves your hand aside. Your shirt is stained a deep red and there's a gaping hole much bigger than Ethan wanted to see.

“You got shot.” He sighs. “Luther, how much longer?”

“Hour and five, but we can get there in 38.”

“Hurry.”

“On it.”

Ilsa brings him a thick roll of bandages. He tries to be as careful as possible as he disinfects and wraps up your torso, but every so often, you wince in pain.

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, just a few more minutes,” Ethan hurriedly apologizes. “Hang in there for me, okay?”

Once he's done, he sits down next to you and laces your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze. You let out a shuddering sigh and slumped against him.

He pretends not to notice your watering eyes, or the crescent-shaped marks in your wrist. Or the way your left foot nervously taps out the rhythm to yours and his favorite song. Or the way your tears leave faint red tracks behind as they slip down your cheeks.

“I'm so sorry,” he repeats over and over again, “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You don't sleep a wink that night. On any other day in Paris, you'd walk down to the farmer’s market below. You’d pick out Ethan’s favorite fruit and a new beret to have him wear jokingly, and maybe grab a croissant or two. Then you’d drag him along to the Louvre and point out each painting one by one and explain in great detail why you loved them so much. And he’d listen, because he could live purely off the sound of your voice for the rest of his life. He was never one for museums, but you loved them, and because he loved you, he started to love them, too.

But it's dark out, and after what had just happened the other day, you don't feel safe enough to leave the apartment. You tossed and turned for over half an hour before falling asleep, but jolted awake just a few minutes later, shivering violently. There was no way you were going to try and go to sleep again.

Ethan stirs awake, rubbing his eyes to see a dark figure slipping out the door.

He's quick to follow you up the staircase and to the rooftop. You're standing there in just a T-shirt (was that his?) and shorts, and it's freezing cold out, but you're sweating and fanning yourself.

“Y/N?”

You turn around at the sound of his voice. “Ethan…”

“What are you doing up here? I was worried about you.” He makes his way over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, obvious concern on his face.

You bit your lip and started digging your nails into your wrist again.

“Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleaded. “Tell me what's wrong.”

You shook your head, feeling the skin of your wrist beginning to sting.

“Y/N, please. I want to help you. But I can’t do that when you won't talk to me, so please…tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m so tired, Ethan,” you finally spoke after a long pause, voice hoarse. “I should’ve—I shouldn’t be here right now, I should be dead because I panicked and I…I almost died. The man, he put the gun to my head and I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. I could’ve sworn to God that the whole ‘thing’ about you seeing your life flash by like a film reel was just a myth but it wasn’t. It scared the shit out of me because I kept seeing the same thing over and over. I thought…”

“What did you see?” he asked, voice gentle.

“I kept seeing your face. All I saw was your face.” You looked away, suddenly unable to make eye contact with him. Heat spreads across your cheeks. “I know I care about the whole damn team, but you—you’re my future, Ethan.”

He doesn’t say anything in response and instead, leans down to kiss you.

The sudden rush of warmth from his lips being pressed against yours makes you want to forget everything in the world and completely drown in him. This was home, you realized, and this is where I’m supposed to be.

And as the sun rises and spreads a brilliant pale glow over the horizon, Ethan can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was also exactly where he was meant to be. Not fighting bad guys, but rather, standing on the rooftop of a tiny building in the 4th arrondissement with you in his arms and your head against his heart. He thinks he could have a lifetime of this.

“You’re my future, too.”

tags (including those who may be interested! add yourself via this form, if you’d like): @mitchellpete @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @the-multiverse-of-fandoms @ilsastrenchcoat @joyfullyswimmingface

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #ethan hunt #tom cruise #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt x you #ethan hunt fic #ethan hunt imagine #mission impossible fanfic #mission impossible: rogue nation #mission impossible: fallout #mission impossible: dead reckoning #dead reckoning part one

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shankschewtoy · 9 months

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HELLO MY GORGEOUS EVOU DEAR <333

imma say this with no shame, i’ve never submitted a single request before 💀 yes, not a single one even tho i’ve been here for almost 2 years now -

so as you’ve submitted an amazing request for me before, i’m here to submit one ;)))

can we please get our beautiful doctor law, lost in the woods zoro and for the sake of august 6, our favourite rubber ball luffy with an S/O who looks absolutely perfect, but can’t seem to understand that she’s flawless and still gets self conscious all the time because she thought that people were staring at her and complementing her to make fun of her? like she thought that all those words were fake and people were being sarcastic.

i’m nowhere near flawless but i thought that a guy back in high school were making fun of me for all the compliments 💀 when we talked for the first time in a while a few weeks ago, i talked about that and he was offended af like ‘i literally told you i tho j you’re beautiful and cute everyday, how am i making fun of you you little-‘ 💀

so yeah, thought it’d be a fun little scenario <33

hope you’re doing good!! in case you haven’t heard it from someone today, ily <33

-leah

a/n - HI MY DEAREST LEAH 💜💜 AHHH TY FOR REQUESTING! I loved the request you did for me omg I still have it saved and I keep going back to it :)) ilysm and i love this idea 😭 and yes that guy from your high school is right, you’re literally amazing and gorgeous and I will make a point to tell you that (this is a threat)

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, kinda crack (I’m sorry I can’t ever be serious)

- this guy has no shame and will tell you everyday that you look awesome

- “Oooo! That outfit looks badass y/n!”

- “WHOAA YOU LOOK LIKE SHANKS!” He had sparkles in his eyes, I mean- he just thought you looked so cool because you were wearing a super long coat! And colorful- pants.. (Just take it as a compliment I know it’s not a compliment but it is to Luffy) shanks has horrible fashion sense

- btw you changed out of your outfit that day 💀

- In public, you’re literally so perfect that even marines don’t want to capture you. They’re too dumbfounded that you’re so gorgeous, their brains literally explode, and they become dumb asf just looking at you

- but- you happened to think that they’re staring at you because they think you look weird or ugly

- So you cover up most of the time, all the staring has made you even more self conscious than before. Even when people compliment you, it seemed fake even though they were telling you the truth

- Luffy noticed you got uncomfortable with all the staring so he literally started growling and hissing at them (he’s feral) and acted as your little rubber guard dog

- “hey don’t look at y/n!”

- he didn’t know that they were looking at you because you were pretty, he thought they were admiring how strong and cool you looked

- so before that, he was all proud and showing you off in public

- “Isn’t y/n cool?! Yeah shishishi~ I know!”

- “Literally no one asked.” -random civilian

- luffy beat them up, no one talks smack about his gorgeous, beautiful, awesome y/n

- one day you got the courage to tell Luffy what you’d been feeling, and asked him if he really thought you were as cool and beautiful as he said you were

- “Huh?”

- man was confused. Like what? Are you joking right now? Because it’s not a very funny joke 💀

- “What do you mean?? I thought I told you yesterday that you looked as cool as shanks?”

- luffy that’s not a compliment when it comes to clothes

- “Yeah but- are you sure? I don’t think I look that cool.”

- he was so confused, how could you not think you looked cool??? His brain wasn’t working right, it just didn’t- make sense!

- “Y/n, you’re awesome! I don’t lie like Usopp! BELIEVE ME! YOU’RE AWESOME AND COOL!”

- he started shaking you around and wrapping his arms around you about 6 times, choking you and preventing you from breathing

- “OK- LET ME GO PLEASE I CANT BREATHE.”

- “NOT UNTIL YOU SAY YOU’RE COOL!”

- “OKOK I’M COOL!”

- “Shishi!! Ok!”

- it was a traumatic wake up call. Let’s just say that now you believe what Luffy says 😭

- he might not say it that often, but he thinks you’re a literal angel sent from heaven (has never said that to you because he’s a shy guy)

- but if you’re perceptive enough, you can catch him staring at you wherever, and whenever

- you could be tidying up the submarine, and he just can’t help but stare at you, his work can wait

- his eyes are blessed every time he sees you, I mean- how could you be so perfect? When you turn around to look at him, he’ll look back down at his work at the speed of light, trying to hide his red ears with his hat

- you swore you could’ve seen him staring, but whenever you ask, he just ignores you, “I don’t know what you’re talking about y/n. I’ve been working.”

- “you were staring at me.”

- “No I wasn’t.”

- “Yeah you were!”

- “Yeah because you look pretty in that shirt!”

- a silence echoed throughout the submarine, and both of your cheeks started to turn pink

- “You think I look pretty? Really??”

- man wanted to run away, but he didn’t want to make you feel bad, so he just awkwardly hid behind his hat in a cheap effort to make it seem like he wasn’t turning as red as a tomato

- “Yeah.. You’re pretty.”

- That right there is probably the biggest and most meaningful compliment you’ve ever received

- But still, even with a lot of other people saying you were pretty in public, it still felt like you just didn’t believe them

- all the staring actually made you even more self conscious, were their compliments just fake? They didn’t really mean their words?

- you weren’t THAT gorgeous right? (YES YOU ARE)

- “Law do you think I’m pretty?”

- He almost choked on his tea, he was literally shocked that you’d ask that dumb of a question. He looked mad at you, but then quickly wiped that expression off his face

- “Y/n. Bepo has made fun of me for WEEKS about how I keep staring at you. I don’t know how else to say it-? You’re pretty! Ok?”

- you’d never seen law so flustered before, his cheeks were literally bright red, his ears flushed the same color

- the great surgeon of death was at a loss of words because he couldn’t express in words just how beautiful and amazing you were. But law being as red as a tomato was kinda funny 😭

- “Law… You look like a tomato..”

- “Don’t make fun of me! And don’t tell the crew.”

- sorry law, but they were watching the whole time 💀

- with the way zoro is, he’s kinda bad at giving compliments, and he’s better at insulting people (mostly sanji)

- but when he first met you, he almost dropped his beer. He was amazed at how perfect and gorgeous someone could look

- he questioned whether he had died or not because wtf you looked like an angel

- since he was drunk, he swore he could’ve seen wings and a halo on top of your head 😭

- little did he know, you’d be joining the crew, and he’d be able to spend all the time in the world with you :)

- Zoro truly did believe you were some angel, all throughout your time together, he was still confused whether or not he had died and gone straight to heaven

- “Zoro?? Hello? Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!”

- he hadn’t realized that he’d been staring at you for so long that he looked like he had just been sleeping with his eyes open 💀💀💀

- “Uh no? I’m awake.”

- “You’re staring through my soul.”

- “Huh? I can’t help it if you’re so pretty! It’s your fault!”

- “WHA-??”

- zoro then paused, he had just admitted outwardly and quite loudly that you’re pretty. And bro just blamed it on you 😭

- “Why is it my fault?! And- I’m pretty?”

- marimo didn’t answer because he was so embarrassed

- “DON’T START STARING AGAIN PLEASE.”

- “I’M NOT STARING.”

- “YOU’RE LOOKING AT ME!”

- this argument continued for a while before Nami told you two to shut the fuck up so she could get her beauty sleep :’)

- but still, did zoro really think you were that pretty?? A lot of people told you that, but it felt more meaningful coming from him

- so a little while after your argument, you went up to him and just blatantly asked him

- “Zoro, do you think I’m pretty?”

- “I literally told you that an hour ago.”

- “yeah I know but do you really think so?”

- “Y/n why tf would I say it if I didn’t mean it?”

- Welp. There’s your answer, but your question kinda made him pissed 💀

- “Zoro I was just asking!”

- “Why though?! You don’t make any sense!”

- yeah don’t start with him- he just doesn’t get it, but you managed to get him to say you’re pretty about 30 times in that same argument so 👍

a/n - damn zoro 💀

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steddieas-shegoes · 5 months

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you're not santa

i may or may not be having a small (this is a lie) crisis over liam believing in santa this year? i am 90% certain he doesn't actually believe in santa and just said he does because he thinks the cool gifts come from santa. meanwhile i am just trying to get the vibes on if i need two wrapping papers this year or not for the same amount of gifts. so anyways working through the feelings with putting the idiots in the situation as always, enjoy.

rated t | cw: the mildest innuendo | tags: fluff, modern au, married steddie, steddie dads, the magic of christmas is all of it not just santa etc

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"You better be quieter this year," Steve slapped Eddie's still bare ass as he hurried to throw on his Christmas pajamas. "Almost woke Maddy up last year. You're lucky I was standing by the door."

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly. "Well, maybe if you hadn't turned the-"

"Just go!" Steve laughed, throwing a pillow at him with deadly accuracy.

Eddie threw it back at him with a smirk. "When I get back, I'm giving you your present."

"You already did, Eds."

"No, that was just one of them," Eddie rushed to say before leaving their bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him.

Both bedroom doors were closed across the hall, so he quickly made his way down the stairs to the garage, where all the gifts were hiding since Robin dropped them off earlier that day.

But when Eddie opened the garage door and flipped the light switch, a voice startled him into nearly turning and running.

"I knew it!"

Sammy.

Their oldest son had been acting very suspicious of Santa related discussions for months now, and Steve had warned him that he was getting to an age where a lot of his friends probably didn't believe in Santa anymore.

"Sammy, why aren't you in your bed?" Eddie put his hands on his hips, identical to the way Steve stood when he was about to have a very serious conversation with one of their three kids.

"Because I saw Auntie Rob bring in a big bag earlier and you and Dad were trying to keep us distracted. So I looked out here while you were cleaning up dinner and saw all these presents." Sammy was standing with his hands on his hips, a mirror image to Steve in every way down to the same swoop of hair and freckles across his cheeks. "And all of these say from Santa, but Santa wouldn't have even come here yet because he was in London one hour ago and London is at least four hours from here!"

Eddie bit back a laugh at how Sammy tried to explain his way through the Santa gifts being here.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Eddie asked, dropping his arms and sitting down on the ground, gesturing for Sammy to join him.

"I already know Santa isn't real," Sammy said as he sat, sounding absolutely miserable.

"What do you mean Santa isn't real?" Eddie asked, pretending to be shocked at the revelation.

"Really, pops? You're gonna act like Santa is real?" Sammy got the sass from Steve, too. It was both annoying and adorable. "I'm seeing the evidence that he isn't with my own eyes."

"Look, Sammy, can I call you Sammy?" Eddie smiled when Sammy let out a laugh. "Santa as you know him isn't real, you're right. But there is a Santa. He's just so busy and can't do it all in one night, so he has presents delivered early for some people, like you and your brother and sister. But he can't ruin the magic, so he left them at Auntie Rob's house for safekeeping."

It sounded airtight. Any kid who wanted to believe in Santa would definitely believe that.

"Dad. Seriously." Sammy was giving him The Look. "I'm nine years old. I have straight As. I'm not stupid."

Which was something Eddie knew of course. He was endlessly proud of all of his super smart kids who did a million times better in school than he and Steve ever did.

But he didn't think believing in Santa was a sign of a kid not being smart.

"You're smart enough to learn the truth, which is that Santa gives the parents a lot more control than we let you think. Don't you think it would be harder to get Maddy to do her homework if I said 'Dad will take a present away' instead of 'Santa is watching to make sure you do your homework'?"

Sammy looked out at the garage, the clutter of children's outdoors toys and broken Christmas decorations and bulk snacks for lunchboxes scattered around.

"So he just gives you the toys when he thinks we've been good enough for them?" Sammy asked, still sounding unsure.

"Exactly! And he usually delivers them a couple weeks early so we can make sure they're wrapped and ready for tomorrow."

"So why keep it all a secret?"

Damn Sammy for always being two steps ahead of Eddie.

"It's more fun this way! Olivia was so excited to leave out cookies before bed, remember? If we told her this, she wouldn't even get to be excited about Rudolph eating the carrots, right?"

"So Rudolph is...real?"

"Okay, that one might be a lie," Eddie gave in on that to sell the rest of it. That's what you had to do with Sammy.

"So who eats the carrots?"

"I take bites and spit them in the trash. You know I hate carrots."

"Why don't you make Dad do it?" Sammy leaned against Eddie's side, letting out a long yawn. He was probably sitting out here for the last couple of hours waiting. He had to be exhausted.

"Dad did a lot of that stuff when you were really little. For five whole years before we switched."

"So he sleeps while you bring out all the presents?"

Eddie's face went red as he thought about what Steve was probably doing in their room right now.

"Yep! He did a lot of baking and stuff all day today so I let him rest," Eddie wrapped an arm around Sammy as his weight became heavier against him. "I think you should probably get some rest, too. Santa wouldn't want your Christmas morning ruined because you stayed up all night."

"I guess." Sammy yawned again. "Can I sleep on the couch?"

"You know Dad's rule. Bedrooms only on Christmas."

"Yeah, but that was for the secret. Now I know."

"But Maddy and Olivia don't. We have to keep this a secret from them, okay?" Eddie paused when he heard some footsteps directly above them. His brows furrowed.

"Maybe Santa forgot one?" Sammy asked, perking up.

"Maybe. Better get to your bed so he doesn't see that you're awake," Eddie nudged him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sammy was rushing out of the garage and up the stairs to his bedroom.

Eddie looked above him, but no more bumps could be heard.

After setting all the presents under the tree in a mostly organized fashion, Eddie got back to the bedroom, where Steve was fast asleep.

He got into bed carefully, not wanting to wake him up, but Steve's eyes blinked open slowly as he curled up under the comforter.

"Took you too long," Steve whispered.

"Sammy."

"What?" Steve's eyes opened all the way and tears were instantly filling them. "Does he know?"

"Sh," Eddie pulled Steve against his chest and ran his hands through his soft hair. "I'll tell you tomorrow. Sleep, love."

"Eds-"

They heard a small bump on the roof and then silence.

Steve sat up and looked out the bedroom window, then back at Eddie.

"What was that?"

"Must've been Santa," Eddie teased.

Steve rolled his eyes.

They both stayed up for a bit longer to make sure no other noises happened outside, but fell asleep when there was nothing.

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The next morning, all three kids jumped into their bed, yelling about how many presents Santa brought them and how full their stockings were.

Steve and Eddie made their way downstairs, rubbing their eyes as the kids pushed them down on the couch while they started grabbing gifts.

By the end, the kids were so busy playing with new toys, they didn't notice one more present hiding between the fireplace and the tree. Eddie reached over for it, not recognizing the wrapping paper.

"Did Robbie say she was getting them something else?" he asked, holding the gift out to Steve.

"Nope," Steve took it, checked the tag, then handed it back to Eddie with a shrug. "Says it's for you."

Wayne wouldn't be bringing his gifts for everyone over until that afternoon, so who could this one even be from?

He opened it carefully, worried that it was a prank by Steve and the kids. It wouldn't be the first time they managed to pull off a prank gift.

The confusion only increased when he pulled out a small plastic replica of the London Bridge.

"You don't even like London that much. Who got you that?" Steve asked, resting his head on Eddie's shoulder.

"No idea."

Sammy looked up at them over the new book about planets he got and beamed.

"Santa brought you a present!"

Eddie was suddenly reminded of their conversation last night, how Sammy insisted Santa was just in London and couldn't possibly have made it here.

Eddie had seen a lot of weird things in his life, had ignored a lot of them and passed them up to weird coincidence, but this was different.

He set the replica on the table by the couch and wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders, kissing the top of his head as he leaned further into him.

"Santa?" Steve asked.

"Must've been a good boy this year," Eddie smiled.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure you were," Steve kissed his cheek before turning back to watch their kids playing on the floor.

Maybe Eddie would have to write a letter to Santa next year to thank him for the gift.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie dads #drabble #christmas #fluff

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ughdontbeboring · 2 months

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only you.

Thor x WoC reader

reader comes home a little tipsy and Thor has to remind her, she’s the ONE.

Warnings: Slightly smutty? Insecurities, Thor is that man. Reader is tipsy but she’s totally ok with her man dickin her down.

note: this is my big story back, I don’t think I’ve posted in like a year? not sure, also this is super rushed so not super proud but I had to get it out my head. Also there’s going to be an alternative version of this because I couldn’t decide how I wanted this to go. That will be posted in a week or 2. I have a hard time writing Thor idk way, he’s one of my favs but such a complex character I think. Also only one mention of readers complexion but can be read by anyone.

don’t give permission for my works to be used in any form. If you likes it reblog, share it, love it all that good shit.

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He watched her as she stumbled slightly in her high heels to where he laid in their bed. How she had managed a whole night out with Val, Natasha and the other women in those things he’d never understand. She made it look so effortless, the way her hips and loose hem of her mini dress swayed with every step she took. Women were definitely magical creatures. His heart thumped against his ribs a little harder as he watched his lovely little woman approach.

Even in the low lit room mostly covered in darkness he could make out every detail of her, maybe it had nothing to do with the ability to see as much as it did with the fact that he had memorized every part of her years ago.

She was wearing a brown chain mail dress as she called it, her hair down and loose, very little makeup and matching high heels. How Thor had allowed her to leave him without taking her on sight, he could only make sense in her power over him. What she promised when she returned to him that night if he allowed her to leave unscathed by his need.

She stood at the side of the bed with her arms cross her chest, a slight frown on her beautiful face as she stared down at him. Thor lay slightly sitting up against the reinforced headboard.

“What is wrong my love” He questioned up at her with genuine curiosity though he had a sneaky suspicion of what kind of mood she may be in. Even if she didn’t admit it, he was sure he knew what she’d need tonight.

“I-you-“ She started before being cut off by her own hiccup.

“Do you need water little one?”

“Yes, No! I- no listen” she started again before her voice drifted off and her eyes started to shift lower along his naked chest and torso before landing on the thin cool sheet that hardly did anything to cover his muscler thighs and slightly soft cock.

She bit back a moan as Thor watched her pretty thick brown thighs clench within arms reach of him. His stomach fluttered slightly at the scene before him and at the sweet scent that started to fill the room.

She seemed to focus on something she wanted to say to him before squaring her shoulders.

“Did-uh did you love that one uh barmaid on that planet..uh the..-“ she started determinedly as her buzzed mind would allow, her eyes rolling up as she tried to remember.

“No” Thor answered swiftly and honestly as he cut her off. He was so sure it almost made her angry at him and it annoyed her more because it’s not even something to be upset about she should be happy he seemed so sure but her tipsy mind wasn’t fully on track yet.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him.

“Wait, you didn’t let me fisnish you-you don’t know which one-“

But Thor was quick as he pulled her over his lap and into the empty space next to him, his large body quickly finding his place between her soft thick thighs.

They both let a groan slip as their bodies came in contact. Thor’s bare cock between their bodies, laid snuggly against her panty covered cunt. The wet patch his veiny shaft rocked up and over making him groan.

“It does not matter, I’ve loved none of them” he spoke truthfully again without hesitation, one arm holding him up as his eyes followed the moment of his cock.

She felt like her world as spinning as she looked up at him. She knew she shouldn’t have but the mention of significant others, their ex’s and flings left her mind to wonder too much about Thor’s long life. It was something she really never let herself focus on in the few years they’d been together. But even the girls night out and plenty of shots couldn’t shake her mind from Thor’s earlier comment in front of everyone, about a planet so bizarre, it led to the new information of a one night stand.

“Not even, not even, that one Loki said uh the” she tried. Remembering when she first met Loki, he had tested her by trying to rile her up with talk of Thor’s past lovers. Only to apologize shortly after when he realized for himself she was the one, the only one for his brother. But now that information did nothing for her jealousy.

“No” was Thor’s firm answer as his body slowly rocked into hers harder. His deep eyes raking over her. She looked like a vision. Her hair all around her surrounding her head like an halo, breast basically coming out of her dress from the lack of a bra. Her chest heaving. She was an Angel, Thor was sure the only one in all the universe and she was his.

“Thor! You’re not letting me finish!” She kicked her feet very childishly causing Thor to bite his lip to stop from laughing as he stared down at her. Nothing but amusement and love in this bright blue and brown eyes. “Ok the one from-“

“No. No. No and no, little dove the answer to that question will always be no” he said cutting her off again.

His large hand grips her face, as the other continued to hold himself above her, as she stares up at him completely doe eyed and utterly in love despite her little outburst. He loved her all ways but this way, so open and so needy was one of his favorites, his cock twitched and thicken at the sight and feel of having her fully willing for anything he’d do beneath him.

“Little queen, it matters not who you mention, who anyone could mention from over the centuries of my life. I have loved none of them, even when I thought it could be love you’ve came into my life and shown me how foolish of a God I was to ever consider that love” he spoke truthfully.

The tears swelled in her eyes as she took him in, her fingers dancing all over his face before tracing her thumb along his bottom lip before he started to speak again.

“Because in all these centuries, in all the galaxies, in all the universe I have ever only loved you, I could never have loved another, not when your love exist and even in death it could not fade”

“Thor-“ she sobbed lightly.

“Shhh little queen, I know, let me remind you there is only you for me, there is only we” Thor spoke against her fingertips, before sucking her thumb softly into his wet mouth and rolling his hips into her. She moaned at the contact of skin to skin, she hadn’t even notice Thor rip her thong, his veiny cock pushing up along her bare wet cunt.

“I am yours completely” Thor said before he swiftly buried his thick cock in her til the hilt, her eyes rolled back as her loud gasped filled the quiet room.

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earthnashes · 1 year

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We interrupt this artposting program to bring you the super rare progress photos of ya homey. :)

Generally I don’t like posting photos of myself, partly cuz I just don’t wanna (not the best selfie taker, what can I say) and partly cuz this blog is almost entirely my artstuff, but since I do wanna talk about my weightlifting journey sometimes I figured I’d make an exception every now and then. ;w;

More detail under the cut, but for the TL;DRs:

Fitness goal anniversary celebration. 2 years + some change in the making. Initial goals: fatloss, strengthbuilding, repair relationship with food

RED TOP PHOTOS: 220-ish lbs, 33-36% BMI, 2021

PINK AND BACK PHOTOS: 175lbs, 27-28% BMI, 2023

Current notes: Overall healthier and happier in my own body. Food relationship vastly improved. Noticeably stronger, higher energy, and much better asthma management

This one is to essentially celebrate the progress I’ve made thus far! A little late, but last month was my fitness journey’s anniversary. It’s been roughly 2 years since I started being physically active, and 1 year + some months since I’ve consistently weight-trained.

That first pair of photos was me I thiiiiiink like 2 months into the start of all this, back in 2021? I weighed roughly 220-ish lbs at the time, BMI roughly 33-35% and I only note this because fatloss was very much a part of my overarching goals. I won’t lie, some of it was because of aesthetics, but a lot of it was because I felt like shit. As someone who was very sporty as a kid up til college, the change was very noticeable. I was ALWAYS tired no matter how much I slept. I had constant back pain and headaches. My biggest tipoff was the fact that my asthma management got worse. All that plus other factors is what really kicked my butt into gear into this journey.

The 2nd and 3rd sets of photos are from this year (2nd set was today, 3rd set was like 2 weeks ago), nearly 50lbs lighter and at a rough BMI of 27-28%. And I can’t lie I feel fuckin’ good. I can do pullups (couldn’t even do 1 back in the day). Pushups are fucking easy now. I can bench my own bodyweight. I can deadlift almost twice that. I don’t wheeze when I walk up the stairs, I take regular walks, I sleep better, my energy levels are far higher, my moods are overall far better, I have no backpain anymore... MY AFRO GREW AND I GOTS A TATTOO! :D

This is probably the strongest and healthiest I’ve ever been and that’s saying something in my eyes, all things considering. And it was fuckin’ hard for a variety of reasons I won’t talk your ears off about. Sometimes still is, but I feel more prepared and even eager at times to deal with the obstacles.

But yeah! Apologies for breaking from the arts and headcanons, I just wanted to be a lil proud of myself for a sec. :) Whatever journey ya’ll are on I hope you find it in yourself to be proud of the progress you’ve made as well, even with all the ups and downs! :>

#weightlifting #powerlifting #ash talks #earthsong talks

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 7 months

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I’m begging on my knees rn for bill kaulitz daughter reader anything. Like I imagine they’re super close and he had her at like 16 and she’s his baby. When he goes live with the band she’s right next to him, they have self care days where they just chill and do face masks and stuff, hugging and cuddling all the time. She def goes to Heidi and tom’s house at least twice a week to hang with them and texts Georg and Gustav every day just to talk to them. The fans would adore her, edits galore. Thanks sm pook 🫶🏻

Bill Kaulitz's Daughter #2

He definitely has adores you ever since you were born

Sure you were born when he was young but he didn't care

It was a little stressful though

Especially with just starting out with being famous

He didn't know how to deal with that and especially with paparazzi

When it came out he was a teen Dad already when he was just famous and sixteen he got a bit of hate

It didn't matter though as the fandom back then was amazing and didn't care about Bill being a dad

They just loves him more and they loves you as well

Whenever fans would see you they would swoon, especially with seeing you on your dad's hip

You were always with Bill and the band every single time they were on tour, photoshoots, anything

The boys loved you and in photoshoots you were practically a prop

You were once sat on a fancy chair in that one photoshoot with them all kneeling and bowing down for jokes as the cameraman just let them take the pictures

Fans would always want your little autographs as well and they were just as valuable to them as Bill's were

When you were little there were so many pictures of girl fans holding you and kissing your cheeks with your little smile and laugh being captured

You were a really loved and cherished baby

Tom definitely used you to get girls but he also loves his niece

He loved taking you from Bill, walking you or taking you out anywhere and everywhere

Georg would steal you when Bill slept and took you everywhere with him and Gustav

You were once in a club somehow and drinking soda while on the bartenders hip and Georg serving drinks while Gustav was having the time of his life

Nobody knew how and Bill almost killed them but it was a fun time

You were always taken on stage and got to throw stuff in the crowd as well

You loved the attention and the spotlight as well

Bill kept you away from the hate and the bad things, especially when your house was broken into and you guys were moved away to LA

Bill did a very good job at being your dad even if he was young and not so mature yet

He made it very known that you were the best thing to happen to him, you're why he was still there when he was going through stuff and you're the best kid in the world

He would always post your accomplishments, went to any games or recotald or plays you had and be proud

He made sure you had everything and anything you needed as well and didn't care what people thought of him

When you get older your dad and you just get closer

You're always hanging out with him, and proud to be his kid

He wants to relax with you a lot so you guys have little pamper and relax sessions

Skin care, watching movies or stuffing your faces with anything you could want

You always want a hug from your dad, probably still sleep in his bed like your little from time to time

You are a guest in his lives, in photos and videos and hugs all the time

There weren't a lot of edits though because it was in the early 2000's

But when the band got popular again in 2023?

YOU HAD YOUR OWN TAGS, VIDEOS AND EDITS

You saw videos and edits of you from years ago and stuff that you didn't even remember and just reminisced all over again

It was like a fever dream and the fans loved you just as much still

You definitely always go to Heidi and Tom's house as well

You're very close with your uncle's still and Tom's step kids and Heidi

You steal Tom's clothes and shit and still tease him like your a kid still

He's the uncle trying to keep you out of trouble but somehow gets into trouble with you

So many pictures of you around his house as well as your like his own baby even when you're his niece

He loves letting you stay over and lets you all the time

You're constantly texting Georg and Gustav even if you're not living as close to them anymore

You miss those times on the tour bus everyday with them and being so close to them

But you manage and you still visit them and they visit you

You were probably a flower girl in Gustavs wedding and were so happy to meet your cousin, Gustavs daughter, as well

Georg and his fiance are also so close to you as well

You once snuck literally out to Germany somehow and crashed at Gustav's place and somehow Georg was there

Nobody told Bill until he called Gustav and freaked because he couldn't find you and Gustav just passed the phone to you

You weren't even mad, just wanted to see your cousin and uncles

Bill just stopped and stared at you with a deadpan

He has accepted it and loves you but you definitely got grounded

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1nephthys · 9 months

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The rings.

This is actually part 2 for the ring but honestly, you won't miss anything without reading this first part (besides super cool plot ofc). Also, Charles won the championship and Sebastian Vettel is here too because this man own my heart. Hope you enjoy it!!

Word count: ~2.3k

Warnings: suggestion of smut but nothing too graphic, my English and rainbow throwing-up sweetness.

Charles felt like he had been standing there for years. His hands were a little sweaty and his tie cutting out all of the air that was supposed to go to his lungs.

His brother noticed that but as the good brother that he was, he just send him a cheeky smile and shook his head. Beside him, his best friend Pierre and his other friend Carlos looked at each other, both of them with the same thought behind their eyes: How did that girl manage to still make this guy that nervous?

Finally, piano music stole everyone's attention but not for long because a few seconds into a romantic song, everyone's eyes landed on Kika wearing an amazing, long dress and holding the hand of a little girl dressed in the same color. Sebastian looked proudly at his daughter as she was throwing flowers at his old teammate's wedding.

And that might get Charles's attention for a second, sending a grateful smile towards the older, retired driver but that was until he noticed the one and only he was waiting for that day.

He had to blink away the tears in his eyes to actually be able to look at his almost-wife. More than once, hell, probably more than a hundred times in his life had he imagined her in a long, white dress but non of his visions were even close to the sign before him. He was glad that the aisle she had to go through was so long because he had enough time to take a little tissue from Lorenzo's hand and wipe away the tears that still managed to fall from his eyes and still had a second to admire her.

"Hi" she said in a whisper, not trying to break the silence that was there when she reached him. She had her veil behind her and her friend made it lay prettily on the few steps behind the couple, she herself adjusted the front part, that was covering her face and part of her shoulders. She looked at her soon-to-be husband though see-though material with tears in her eyes.

"Hay", he answered with a deep breath as he grabbed her hands. It was happening, he really needed to calm down before he forgot his whole speech. "You look... Amazing." He complimented her.

"You too, but you need to stop before I cry. Literally took too long to do this make-up." She said quietly, making him, her bridesmaids, and his groomsmen letting out a little chuckle and leaving the rest of the guests clueless.

(no idea what weddings look like in different cultures so you just gotta imagine that, but the vows are always cute af)

Soon enough, the ceremony started. "And now, it is time for vows." The older man next to the couple said.

Y/n took a very, very deep breath, knowing that she is going first. "Charles, I met you all those years ago, back when non of us were even thinking about marriage, we were too young to think about settling down but now, there's nothing I want more than settle down with you. You came into my life unexpectedly and turned it upside down, but actually, you turned it back the right way. You brought calmness and love into my life, two things I'd been crewing badly. Standing there today, I want to promise you, to always be your proud wife and be there through every up and down. Hold your hand during storms and tsunamis. Wipe away your sad tears and keep the happiest smile on your face. Hand you a glass of water in sickness and take care of you. Always be your number one fan. Stand like a wall behind you, be your shoulder to cry and best friend. Because as long as I got you, I will be alright because I love you more than I love life itself." Charles squeezed lightly y/n hands and send her a grateful smile as she let out the next deep breath she had been holding.

"Y/n, we both know that my speech had no chance to beat yours, so I'm glad it's not a competition. You always been smarter with your words than me, actually, I believe that you are just smarter than me, but that's okay, that's on my list of reasons why I love you. I would read it to you but I'm afraid that we won't have that much time in our whole lifetime. I would rather spend it finding out the next things to add to this list because I know you will never stop surprising me. You are the best thing I have in my life and I am incredibly grateful to my best friend and his wife for finding you because you are my person. I might have won a few things in my life but winning over your heart was definitely the best and the most important of them all. I, also, want to promise you my whole lifetime, my love, and every little piece of my heart. I promise to guide you through everything we will be facing together, be proud of you, and keep you by my side 'till the day my heart stops beating."

If y/n didn't make all of their guests cry, now adding Charles's vow, they for sure were. Even Arthur put his pride aside and lost the bet with his friend that he wouldn't shed a tear.

"Now, you can exchange your rings." The little girl appeared again and handed y/n and Charles two, beautiful rings.

"Thank you." Charles said quietly to her as he take a smaller one and grabbed y/n's hand. With both of their hands a bit shaky he somehow managed to put it on her ring finger and after he admired it for a second, he let go of her hand so she can grab the other one too.

"Thank you, sweetheart" She said to the girl again and with a big smile on her face little girl ran to her father, mom and siblings. This time y/n put the ring on Charles's hand and lifted her eyes to look at him through the material on her face.

"I now pronounce you wife and husband! You might kiss the bride!" Was heard across the building the clapping begin but it wasn't matter, not when Charles carefully lifted material on y/n head and sneaked under it too, putting it over both of their faces now. There was something magical with the way their eyes met and the way Charles put his hands on y/n checks. She put one of hers over his and the other on his neck as he pulled him closer for the kiss. Slow, and oh so loving. Kiss, that turned into a wide smile even before they pulled away from each other.

"I can't believe you are actually my wife, Mrs. Leclerc." Charles whispered close to her face. Oh, how sweet that sounded.

"And I can't believe you are my husband" She answered him.

He grabbed her veil and helped her put it back so her face was fully seen now. Then he grabbed her hand and made their way to the door as their friends and family clapped for them.

The wedding was magical. And oh, the party was magical too.

"Sorry, may I have everyone's attention?" Y/n heard Pierre's voice through the spikers and she looked at her husband in terror but he only laughed knowing that his very drunk best friend is about to make a fool out of himself "Thank you." He stared again and then cleaned his voice. "We are here today to celebrate the love of my lovely friend Charles and his wife, Y/n. When I and my wife set them up a few years ago, I never thought we would end up here. Like yeah, he was cool for a few dates but I never thought he would pull her that much."

"Wow, thank you, mate." Charles yelled at his friend as he squeezed y/n waist a little bit more as he made a few guests laugh with his comment.

"Don't lie to yourself. You may have a pretty face but you still can't form a proper sentence in front of her. Lucky matherfucker. Anyway, setting you two together was probably one of the best things I ever did. And I expect y'all to be grateful for the rest of our lives. Thank you." Pierre put the mic aside which caused this awful noise that lasted few seconds before someone grabbed it again.

"Yeah, Pierre speaks true. Y/n now that you are truly a Leclerc, I can finally say that you are my favorite Leclerc ever. Peace out." Arthur said quickly and put the mic down, this time in a good enough place, blessing everyone's ears.

"Want to go outside for a second?" Charles practically yelled to y/n ear as the music started playing again after his friend and brother's speech.

Instead of answering him, she just grabbed his hand and pulled him towards large doors.

Outside, he started guiding her towards one of the cars, not really caring whose it was. He sat her on the hood and started caressing her thighs.

"Don't mind me, I'm really enjoying the party but I can't wait to take you home and celebrate just with my wife." He said, his lips close to hers but still not enough to kiss her.

"Few more hours and you have me all to yourself" She answered and pulled him for a very craved kiss with her hands on his cheeks.

"Hey! That's my car" They heard which made them pull away. "Oh, that's you. Sorry, I didn't know." Carlos explained himself, his drunk state probably made him not notice the only white outfit there. "But now that you not kissing anymore, can you please, move to your car. Preferably inside."

"Sorry, mate. What are you doing here?" Charles asked, trying not to act like he just got caught. They both acted like two kids that were doing something they weren't supposed to.

"Isa asked me to bring her the other shoes. The ones she's wearing are too uncomfortable." He explained while opening the door and grabbing nude shoes. "Please, don't have sex on my car" He said as he made his way back inside.

Y/n blushed so Charles assumed her that it was okay by squeezing her hand a little. "Don't worry, he won't remember that in the morning. Let's go back inside." He said and with their fingers together, Charles was able to feel her wedding ring which made a proud smirk appear on his lips as they went towards the party full of their closest ones.

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It was a rough hour of 4 in the morning and Y/n and Charles finally got home from their wedding reception. Of course, they were incredibly happy to have all of their friends and family there and that for sure was the wedding of the decade but that didn't change the fact that all they wanted was just each outer.

Y/n dropped her body on the couch as Charles unbuttoned his shirt and got on his knees to help her take off her shoes. His feet hurt like crazy after all that dancing so he couldn't imagine how she felt in those heels. After her feet were free he got closer to her face and kept himself steady with his hand on her waist. He kissed her lips.

"Should I help you with his?" He asked referring to her dress.

Before she answered she gave him another kiss "Please."

So, he pulled her up to stand on her feet and started undoing the corset of her dream wedding dress, he was really slow with it. His fingers were brushing her back from time to time and his lips were doing the same on bare skin of her shoulder.

She turned around in his arms as he finally completely undid it and put his hands on her waist. Her own went straight to the back of his neck as she pulled her closed and placed her lips on his in a loving kiss.

Charles was quick to put his hands on y/n thighs and without breaking the kiss he carried her to their shared bedroom. He put her on the bed and hovered over her supporting all his weight on his palms beside her head. Her hands wandered down to fully take off his fancy shirt and then even lower, to undo his belt.

She stopped when his sweet kisses hit the soft spot on her neck, making her moan, one of his hands went lower almost where she needed him the most.

"Charles, please" She whispered, as her hand run through his hair.

"Let me enjoy my wife for a bit." He answered.

And with that, she knew they were in for a long ride and she was right because the rest of the night or more like, the early morning they spend tangled in sheets together, for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc.

a/n. Hope you enjoyed it!! I'm planning to write more for Charles but honestly, every time I try writing a series I just lost interest in it so as much as I want them to have babies, it won't be part of this. Also, I really want to write sth for Lando, so feel free to request:) Kisses xx

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coucouatoi · 8 months

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we're not who we used to be | h.s.

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Summary: Some letters you've written but never sent to Harry over the years.

Warnings: Angst... so much... there's some fluff, emphasise on the some, there's a hopeful ending tho!

A/N: Sooo this is the childhood friends to strangers fic no one asked for... Hope you all enjoy! This is my writing debut in Harry land :)

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April 10' 2010

To: Harry Styles From: Your first fan

Hiya Harry,

It's currently 11:29 pm about 10 hours away from your audition. I figured since you told me to stop praising you and boosting your ego, I'm writing down the rest of the things I want to say.

Firstly, I know you're going to smash it! All the judges are going to want you in. There's no chance that they won't see how special you are, how you're the next big thing.

I won't let you back out of it last second! Anne, Gemma and I are ready to drag you onto the stage, we've discussed it thoroughly...

Secondly, I'm already so proud of you. This is a huge step, I know how nervous you are about it. How you think that everything is going to go wrong and that you'll fail. I've got enough hope in you for the both of us. I'll stand by your side the whole time and I'll cheer the loudest.

To finish, you're Harry Styles. You can do anything.

Break a leg superstar!!

Cheering you on already,

Your first-ever fan

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December 12' 2010

To: Harry Styles From: Your biggest fan

Harry!

You've made it all the way to the finals! It's crazy! I knew you could do it but seeing you go further and further has been surreal.

I hope you and the other boys get along well! We haven't had much chance to really gossip about it all, you seem excited with them!

The finale is set to start in about 2 hours and I had to get some emotions out (my mom was tired of hearing them... rude) Anyway! I remembered that I had written you a letter a few months ago and now I'm back in this notebook.

I'm so nervous, excited and kind of nauseous about watching the last episode tonight. I can't even imagine what you're feeling right now... You must be so scared but incredibly jittery!

I'm counting the days until I get to see you again! I want to hear everything that's happened behind the scenes! You know how nosy I am!

I've already taken up two pages so I'll stop for now.

You can do this!

Talk to you soon,

Your favourite person ever

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March 7' 2011

To: You From: Me <3

You called me Angel today...

I don't know what to make of that.

I had so many butterflies in my stomach.

Could you call me that again?

You're my favourite person,

Angel

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November 20' 2011

To: Harry From: Angel

Boo!

You finally let me listen to the full album today! Said you had to be there when I listened to it so you could give me all the secrets. You also wanted to see live how I reacted to every song. You're too cute.

"I Want" is my current favourite.

You did tell me that you'd resonated with a lot of the lyrics you sang on this album. That almost scares me.

How did you relate? Who was going through your mind?

You do have the world at your feet now. I shouldn't feel jealous but I do like having you all to myself. Don't worry I'll get used to sharing...

The Up All Night Tour is starting soon! I'm happy that you've invited me to come to some shows. I'll be there no matter if I have to miss school.

I have to show all these newbies that I'm THE biggest Harry Styles fan out there!

Hopefully, you thought about me while signing.

Because I think about you all the time,

Your favourite fan.

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April 13' 2012

To: Harry From: Angel

G'Day Mate!

So you're officially all the way in Australia now! That's so exciting I wish that you could have stuffed me into your suitcase... sniff

I bet it's super warm there! Or not wait their seasons aren't the same as ours, are they? I'm not even sure...

Hopefully, you can tan a little while you're there! Don't go near any animals or insects!!

I miss you a lot, maybe I'll send this one (spoiler I definitely won't).

Talk to you soon hopefully.

Go swim in the ocean,

Someone who wants to be in it

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August 29' 2012

To: Harry From: Angel?

You haven't come to see me since you've been back.

Too busy being a celebrity?

I've been seeing all these tabloids... I'm not allowed to be jealous I know but I miss you.

I hope you've missed me.

I really really wish you were here with me or that I was with you wherever you are now.

I just want to be us.

Have you forgotten your friend from the small town already?

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January 1' 2013

To: Harry From: Someone You've Hurt

I don't know what to think,

You kissed me. It made me happy.

You said it was a New Year's kiss.

You said you drank too much, it hurt.

You ended up kissing someone else about 20 minutes later.

That hurt even more it almost made me feel used.

I'm happy you were my first kiss.

I don't think you'll even remember it,

Y/N

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November 27' 2014

To: Harry From: Me

I love the new album, took me a while to finally listen to it. I thought you'd come home and make me listen to it in your presence.

You didn't. The first album that I've listened to alone.

Spaces and Fools Gold are my favourite songs. I wonder how many lyrics you resonate with. How many of them did you write?

Come home?

Only for a day please,

Your first Angel

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October 21' 2015

To: Harry From: Y/N

It's been a while,

It's your mom's birthday today. Well only for a few more hours...

She invited my family and me to the party, and of course we went. I didn't think you'd be there. I haven't seen you in almost a year.

It was fun.

Catching up about everything that's been going on with you and the band. Your life is so much more interesting than mine now.

I'm just a boring college student... you're this huge star but that's ok there's no one like you for me, you're my safe place. No matter how far away.

You asked about my love life and I told you about the date I had a few days ago. You asked if we had sex, I lied and said yes. I didn't want to embarrass myself by telling you no one's ever been with me like that.

We ended up getting drunk. Too drunk.

We fucked.

You took my virginity and you have no idea... should I tell you? You were so good. So gentle, loving but you fucked with a purpose, you needed to get off. I won't ever see your childhood bedroom the same way.

This was only a few hours ago.

I've felt every emotion about it. Now I'm crying because I know you'll find someone new to share a bed with. I'm just a notch in your headboard.

It meant everything to me.

But I think I regret it...

Y/N

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May 12' 2017

To: You From: Me

Really?

I hope Only Angel isn't about me.

But I'm overanalysing every single song. Is one about me? Did you think of me while making this album?

We haven't talked since the last time we saw each other. When we fucked again. It wasn't even the second time, after your mom's birthday two years ago we never stopped. It's all we do when we see each other.

It doesn't make me feel all that much better but I feel like if it wasn't for that we wouldn't even know each other anymore.

I'm moving away this year. Got a job offer in Canada and I'm taking it.

Maybe I'll get over you... hopefully.

I can't live my whole life waiting for someone who I don't know anymore.

I'm blocking your number.

I miss who we used to be,

Your first-ever fan

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December 4' 2019

To: H From: Y/N

Hello,

You've crawled your way back into my life, Harry. This morning, you decided to send me your album. Your new one, Fine Line. Your fans haven't even heard it yet. The public hasn't either.

You didn't write a single thing in your email, the mp3 link was staring me down with your automated signature. Not even a greeting.

I shouldn't have listened to it.

I don't know why you sent it to me. We haven't spoken or crossed paths in over a year. Not since I moved and tried to get rid of every way of contact between us.

I still haven't answered, I don't think I will.

You don't get to know what I feel about it. Not anymore.

I'm sorry Harry.

I've moved on,

Y/N

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December 13' 2019

To: H From: Y/N

Your new album came out today.

I'm proud of you even if we are strangers now.

You're a superstar.

I always knew you would be,

Y/N

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March 17' 2020

To: H From: Y/N

I saw that you had to postpone your tour.

You must feel so defeated.

I know I do. Everything's been closed and opened and closed again here in Canada. It's getting exhausting.

I hope the world starts working again soon.

This all sucks...

Crossing my fingers for the tour,

Y/N

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May 18' 2022

To: Harry From: Y/N

Hi,

You sent me the album before the release again.

This time you did say something: I miss you Angel, Can we meet up?

I didn't think I could feel so many butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a teenager again. And I cried more than once listening to Harry's House.

I'm still considering if I should answer... if I do what should I choose? Should I agree and go into the unknown or forget it happened and keep on going with my life?

I miss you too... the one I knew. Not the one who used me. I guess I used you too... How did we get here?

All I want is to be loved and to be in love.

I'm not sure if I'm ready for the hurt this will bring but maybe I should just be a grown-up about this...

I want you back in my life.

That scares me,

Y/N

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August 16' 2022

To: Harry From: Y/N

Well,

I'm going to the Love On Tour today and after we are going to "meet". We even have until the 20th because that is when your next show is, after today obviously.

You were so excited when I agreed.

It's almost as if no time has passed when we text (he changed his number in the last few years... no need for an embarrassing unblocking).

My friend, the one who convinced me to agree, helped me pick out an outfit. Thankfully for her, I won't stick out like a sore thumb in the crowd of feather boas and cowboy hats.

I really want this to work.

I want to believe that we can be good again. We can be healthy for one another again but I'll be worried until I see you.

Until we speak.

I won't let myself touch you, I have a feeling that it would be far too easy to fall back into a bed. Maybe a hug would be okay.

I'm excited for the show, to see the Superstar Harry Styles in action. After so many years you have to have evolved so much.

You aren't little Harry from Worcestershire anymore.

I'm not the same person I once was either.

See you tonight.

Break a leg,

Y/N

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n

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munson-mayhem · 1 year

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Loookkkkkk idk if I hate this entirely or am kinda proud but imma post it either way

Hidden feelings part 2 this was originally a one shot

Just a reference I am having them be aged up in this they are 18/19 and no nothing super nsfw happens just a smidge of spice.

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Months had passed since I was left alone at stone island by Ao’nung’s friends almost a full year actually. So many things have changed since then, we lost Neteyam to the war almost half a year ago. Ao’nung had completed his Iknimaya about four months ago and got his first tattoo his own Marui, the three beads for his songcord and a special garment that ended up being chest harness that was similar to his fathers but still uniquely his. I had bonded with a Tulkun about two months ago which makes Lo’ak and I one step closer to completing our Iknimaya. Kiri and Spider have gotten closer if that’s even possible and we’ve been teaching Spider the way of the Metkayina and he’s learning very well. Tuk has made friends with almost every child in the village. Ronal our Tsahik had her baby a little sister Tsireya was very excited to be an older sister, Watching Ao’nung and his baby sister interact made me realize. I want to start a family with him one day, not any day soon but one day. As the latest eligible male in the clan Ao’nung has had the attention of many of the females especially since he’s the next Olo’eyktan much to my dismay. Tomorrow marks the day a year ago that Ao’nung and I told each other that we cared for eachother it is also the day of my Iknimaya.

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A group made up of clan warriors escorted me to an island about an hour away from our home island where the Tsurak or skimwing’s live until we make a bond with them much like the Ikran in the floating mountains. Waiting on the island for me is Tonowari and Ronal the

Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik, only them and the warriors that brought me here are allowed to stay. Family and friends are all back on the island waiting for my return hopefully as a full member of the clan.

Tonowari greets me with a kind smile as Ronal pulls me into a hug, once Ronal releases me we turn to Tonowari and he begins to speak

“Y/N sully this is your last right of Iknimaya when you succeed you’ll be a full member of the Metkayina, you’ll be able to choose a mate and you’ll receive your first tattoo as well as the other traditional gifts. You will be one of our people.”

He gives me a reassuring smile to help with my nerves and speaks once more

“Y/N go into the water and claim your Tsurak”

With a deep breath I turn and walk into the waves.

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It takes a little under an hour but I was able to claim my very on skimwing. I glide up to the shore where Ronal claps for me and Tonowari wears the grin of what I can only describe as a proud father. Everyone knows Ao’nung and I care for one another and intend to choose each other as Mates, his parents are extremely supportive of us too. When I dismount and walk to them I’m pulled into a tight hug by both and even once Tonowari releases me Ronal holds tight and whispers in my ear.

“ you will make a wonderful Tsahik one day my dear, Ao’nung is luck to have you welcome to the family.”

I return her hug even tighter now with a large smile gracing my face.

When we release each other everyone gets on to their respective Tsurak and we begin our journey back to our home.

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As the island comes into view we can see a large bonfire on the beach the entire clan ready to celebrate on our return which shocks me just a little and I give Tonowari a questioning look.

“ the entire clan was confident you would succeed today “ he says as we reach the shore as we all dismount and walk towards the group I see Ao’nung on the beach and I want nothing more than to run to him but I know I must be introduce by our leader.

“ Metkayina people welcome our newest clan member Y/N” he said in a loud voice cheers and sounds of approval filled the beach

He glances at me and whispers under his breath “ go to him” all while a proud smile graces his face.

Once I have my all clear I sprint to Ao’nung and launch into his arms my legs wrapping around his waist we both laugh as he holds me up by my legs. I can feel his large hands gripping at my thighs just like that day a year ago. I rest my forehead on his and we smile. I sigh and in the lightest breath whisper

“I see you and I love you “

His grip on my thighs tighten and a small gasp escapes me only loud enough for him to hear.

“ and I see you Y/N, my Mate. I love you.” He whispers back.

He releases my legs reluctantly setting me back to the ground and nods towards my approaching family. We greet them together hand in hand. The evening is spent laughing and celebrating, I of course tease Lo,ak just a little seeing as everyone originally thought he’d be the first of us to complete Iknimaya. Throughout the evening many people greet me and welcome me as a full member to the clan through it all Ao’nung never leaves my side until his and my parents walk up to us he leans down to whisper in my ear.

“ I’ll be right back I have to grab something for you I’ll meet you at your new Marui my mate.”

He releases my hand as our mothers reach us and disappears into the crowd.

Ronal and my mother embrace me into a hug, my mom has a few stray tears on her face so I wipe them off and smile at her.

Ronal and my mother both present me with a songcord bead.

The bead from Ronal is a small spiraled shell

“To represent you being one of the Metkayina now” she says.

My mother steps forward to present the next bead it’s a wooden bead that has red paint on the outside.

“I made it out of a piece of my fathers bow it was made from the wood of our home tree from before the war, it’s to represent the Omatikaya where you were born. My mother explains.

Ronal speaks once more.

“You may receive your first tattoo tomorrow for now go find your Marui Ao’nung is there with your piece of clothing and your last bead.”

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It only took about 10 minutes to find the newest Marui. When I walk in Ao’nung greats me with shy smile and holds out his hands in them is a beautifully crafted top that looks quite similar to the one his mother wore the day we first met. The main difference between the two garments is that Ronal’s is made of brown/ orange leather and orange and yellow beads with a few larger blue pieces at the very edges, but this one was made of black leather with beads as blue as the sea and ones that match the shade of metkayina skin but the part that brings it all together and makes it uniquely me are the green beads scattered throughout the piece. Sitting just on top of the garment is a shell with a single pearl in it.

I move forward and hug Ao’nung so quickly he has to try not to drop the gifts.

“I love them Ao’nung so much, I’m just not sure the top will fit me.” I mutter just loud enough for him to hear

He tilts his head to the side.

“Why wouldn’t it I made it myself ?” He asks

My face turns hot and goes a slightly darker blue color on my cheeks ears and chest “because my chest is bigger” I barely whisper.

Taking a breath I continue.

“I know you’ve noticed. My chess is bigger than regular Na’vi because of the human genes from my father.”

He chuckles and smirks.

“I know they are larger I’ve always liked it . It’s Like when a Na’vi woman is about to have a babe but yours are always like that…… imagine what they’ll be like when we do have a babe.” He says still with a devious look on his face.

I can’t stop the heat from consuming my face entirely it’s warm to the touch. He’s still wearing a lazy smirk and chuckling lightly until I start to talk.

“Can you untie this top the tie is on my neck, I want to wear the one you got me.” Now it’s my turn to smirk as he blushes. Nodding slowly he steps around me and caresses my neck and shoulders softly making me momentarily stop breathing. After only a moment of hesitation I feel the string being pulled and my current top falls to the ground with a thud. I can hear Ao’nung swallow hard, his fingers still running along my neck. Pulling away for only a moment to grab the new top he returns and lays it lightly over my chest. As he does this one of his long fingers brushes the side of my breast, I suck in a quick breath and he holds his.

“Ao’nung….” I whisper his name almost pleadingly.

“Don’t ….. I promised your brother we wouldn’t do anything.” he growls his fingers still barely touching me.

“Eywa give me strength…..” he mutters.

Leaning forward he begins placing light kisses on my neck making me even more breathless the hand resting just above my breast lowers slowly and it fills his whole hand. When he begins to kneed my breast I moan and that makes him growl into my neck. As he kisses where my neck meets my shoulder I shudder and he bites at it making me cry out as soon as I do I feel him groan into the place he just bit his breathing just as shallow as mine. With one hand playing with my boob he reaches around with the other arm and wraps his large hand around my waist pulling me back into him fully. His hands feel so large and strong on my body gripping and pulling at me, He is mine and I am his. We are destined by eywa to be together.

Ao’nung pulls away and turns me around but before I can say anything.

“Jump.” He whispers in my ear.

I don’t hesitate and jump into his arms one large hand gripping my thigh roughly the other grabs my chin and pulls me into a wild kiss, the top he made now forgotten on the floor. We’re barely breathing as we kiss each other he pulls me even closer and in that moment we both feel my nipples rub against his chest he growls as I moan, My one hand is gripping his shoulder the other finds it’s way to his hair and grips it tightly he gasps at this. When he does we both pull away panting. Walking over to a desk of sorts he leans on it almost sitting and with the way he’s holding me I’m now practically straddling his waist my boobs level with his face. With a wicked smile before I can process what he’s about to do he takes one of my nipples into his mouth tongue swirling around it, I’m whimpering and mewling but it’s not until he give my nipple a bite that I loudly moan his name for the first time. At hearing his name roll off my lips like that he freezes completely hands gripping my waist so hard that if I were human they would be broken. I hear a small pop as he releases my nipple from his mouth a small string of saliva following.

“I will not dishonor you and our future mate bond by not having us mate before the spirit tree as tradition says.” He says grinding his teeth slightly trying to reign in his desires. “I.WILL.HAVE.YOU.MATE……” he says each word slowly “but not this night” he finishes speaking setting me down onto the ground. Standing up he goes to retrieve the new top and walks to me, I smile at him and turn around. Placing the top on me he ties it and I turn towards him still grinning like a fool.

“It’s beautiful Ao’nung. I love it and I love you, I can’t wait to start our life together.” I say as I pull him into a hug.

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Five years later

“Neteya “ I shout “go meet with your uncle Lo’ak and Aunt Tsireya I’ll meet you all at the beach” I say trying to stand but my growing belly makes it harder. My four year old daughter already running out of our marui and toward her uncles. Sneaking up behind me my mate comes in and helps me stand caressing my belly. When I’m finally up and standing Ao’nung kneels in front of me so that he’s level with my growing baby bump. “ be nice to your mother today little warrior it’s an important day after all your cousin is being welcomed into the clan.” He says and then kisses my belly when he rises he kisses me too and we go meet our family and clan on the beach. We preform the duty’s as Olo’eyktan and Tsahik since Tonowari and Ronal stepped down last year . It was our first time leading a communion with eywa to welcome a new baby into the clan.

Good thing Lo’ak and Tsireya were family.

#aonung #aonung x reader #avatar #avatar: way of the water #neteyam #avatar movie #avatar x reader #lo’ak #pandora #sully family #ao’nung x reader #jake sully #tsireya #ao’nung #neytiri #metkayina #omatikaya

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gallusrostromegalus · 2 years

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I only just started following but I have a couple questions. Are werewolves a thing and what bit of lore are you really proud of/had a sudden idea that just spiraled out?

So the clinical term for any human that transforms into an animal/more animalistic form during a specific celestial phenomenon is "Cyclical Zoothropy", of which wolf-transforming humans that have thier transfrmation cycles triggered by the "full moon"* are only a small slice.

All cases of CZ have been traced back to a single curse accidentally placed by Ancient Mesopotamian wizards approximately 20,000 to 40,000 years ago. The going theory is that they were attempting to create solar-powered super-soldiers and really, really REALLY messed it up.

Cyclical Zoothropy is a blood-bourne curse, and is transmitted in similar fashion as many fluid transfer diseases- through bites, sexual contact, or ineffective filtering by the placenta from mother to child. Certain strains of CZ have drugs that reduce the symptoms and contagiousness, but it's generally advised to avoid bites or direct sexual contact with anyone if you think you might have CZ.

"...wouldn't you know if you had it because you turn into a horse every time Orion is visible in the sky?" Not necessarily! Some cases of Cyclical Zoothropy can lie dormant for years or generations because the celestial phenomenon they're associated with is so rare. When Hale-Bopp came around in '97, more than a few people were in for QUITE the surprise! Other transformations are triggered by more erratic phenomena, like the presence of solar flares, or when meteor showers reach a certain intensity.

Turning into an animal or developing a more animal-like body isn't a good indicator either, because there are quite a few things that can cause someone to suddenly and spontaneously transform, like misdirected curses, living near a magically powerful artifact, gaining the 'favor' of a powerful entity, or eating random mushrooms you found in the woods. If you do suddenly experience transformative symptoms, please isolate yourself and contact a medical professional for tesing immediately. CZ and other transformative curses are extremely variable in nature and can effect people in unexpected ways. Also, humans have an extremely high tolerance for toxins that most animals do not, so stay away from the chocolate, avocado, oions, xylitol and grapes.

That said, CZ is a very treatable and livable condition, and there are many people with CZ that live very celebrated lives. Many lycanthropes find fulfilling work as search-and-rescue professionals, disease diagnosticians or taste-testers. The famous "Lassie" was portrayed by beloved actor "Pal" Weatherwax for almost two decades to great critical acclaim.

That said, due to the widespread nature of CZ, (while CZ is not common, it is found worldwide across regionality, ethnicity, sex, gender and class. If you know more than 100 people, odd are you know SOMEONE with CZ) certain public accommodations have been made- medical time off for transformations is legally protected in most countries, and discrimination against people with CZ is increasingly discouraged and banned under the law. Wearing excessive amounts of perfume or cologne is considered extremely rude and is grounds for barring someone from entering an enclosed space like a plane or public transit. Food labeling laws to prevent accidental poisonings came about much earlier in most of the world and even trace amounts of commonly-toxic-to-animal ingredients must be reported.

#TPOFATGIF #The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!)#Yugioh #Yugioh fanfic

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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I have a fluff/smut request❤️

Reader & Joe have been dating for a couple of months. Joe has noticed that reader always shuts down when he tries to be intimate with her. But he doesn't know she's a virgin. He's been now distancing from her and she sees that. And worries. So she decides to tell him her secret. And he's super gentle with her and loving.

A❤️

Holy mother of god, you got it angel 🥰👀 one gentle, supportive, horny Joey coming up.

Thank you for your request x

Warnings: Virgin reader, smut galore and drabs of fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

Like A Virgin.

It wasn't always planned for you to not have lost your virginity yet, in fact you were quite proud that you'd not submitted yourself to such exposure early on like all of your friends and the girls in school had. Through horror stories of teenage pregnancies and losing it to the wrong person just sounded like a waste to you, so you decided to wait till the right person came along, that was years ago. Present day saw you still in that same position, sure you'd kissed a lot of people, delved into some foreplay, but you'd still stuck to your word.

You and Joe had been dating now for a couple of months to which you made it official a few weeks back, completely enamoured by one another, you were sure you were almost ready to end your long-kept decision, although the truth of the matter was that the older you'd gotten the more terrified of it you'd become. The worst part about it was, Joe had no clue of your secret.

Truth be told, he'd began to notice your lack of intimacy past wanting to use your hand and then refusing to go any further, but he passed it off seeing as you stated early on that you wanted to take things at an exceedingly slow pace, especially in the bedroom.

Laid on the sofa after not seeing one another for a few days due to Joe's work commitments, you found yourself underneath a particularly needy boyfriend, heatedly kissing your lips and writhing himself fully clothed above you, grinding his hips down into your thigh. He started kissing down onto your neck, a spot you'd become particularly fond of him touching, sucking at all your sweet spots and making you whimper out for him to touch you more in the process. The more excited you got, the more nervous you also became, your body telling you to go for it but your heart and head also screaming for you to stop it right there before the situation pursued any further.

It got worse when he started to undress you, proceeding to undress himself and then continued by moving his hand down rub over your damp underwear. You suddenly shyed away, pushing his chest away, making the whole of him sit up and looking confused as to why you just made that sudden move. "Everything ok love?"

"Yeah, I-I just don't feel like it. I just want to cuddle, I think."

He shot you a puzzled stare, watching as you put you clothes back on and raised your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and leaning your head down on top. You glanced over to Joe watching your every move. "You think? Or you know?"

"Yeah, I mean, I know I do. Is that ok?" You asked nervously. Surely, he could see right through your bullshit demeanour. Why couldn't you just tell him the stupid truth? Oh yeah, cause it's not every day a 25-year-old is still a virgin.

"Sure, let's head to bed, I'm tired anyway."

Joe got up and left you there, staying in the bathroom a little longer than usual so you carried yourself off to lay in his bed, it smelt like him, it calmed your racing heart down but there was still the thought you couldn't shake. You were terrified of the longer it got without going any further, the worse it may make the dried-up tension and he'd get bored and leave. You knew he couldn't have a bad bone in his body like that, not your Joe, but people have needs and if their needs can't be fulfilled then intrusive thoughts can take over the brain and you didn't want him thinking you weren't attracted to him or that you didn't want too, because you really did.

You decided to pretend to go to sleep, so much as to avoid the situation a little longer. When Joe came into the bedroom, he called your name maybe once or twice but all you heard after was Joe getting into bed next to you, sighing deeply then turning over facing the other way, he'd normally cuddle right up next to you, but he avoided even touching you once. Shit there's the thoughts.

The morning light seeped through the window, waking you both up in unison. Joe leaned over, wrapping his arm over you and bringing you closer. "Morning Y/N, you sleep okay?"

You turned to Joe, giving him a brief smile, stretching out. "Yes, did you?" He nodded back to you, blinking his heavy eyelids open properly, sloping in to give you a peck on the lips. Feeling your smile widen, he persisted in kissing you more, ushering you as close as possible to feel your still clothed body against his. "I missed you; you fell asleep on me last night."

"I'm sorry." you muttered between kisses.

"That's okay, you can just make up for it now." You could feel his morning glory through his boxers pressing against your leg, the anxiety flooding back through the entirety of your body once more. Next thing you know, you found yourself laid in exactly the same submissive position with Joe on top of you, moving his hand down to the spot it left of at last night. He was clearly feeling very into it this morning.

"Maybe later, yeah?" you urged him off and got out of bed. "Sorry I just really need to use the bathroom." You ran out of the room like a bat out of hell, closing the door shut and your head fell straight into full panic mode. What the hell was coming over you? You'd had no trouble with him fucking you with his fingers before. You locked the bathroom door and sat on the toilet, internally squealing into your hands. You were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Y/N, when you're done, I think we need to have a talk." Fuck. Double fuck, there it is.

After giving yourself a small pep talk in the mirror you took one sharp inhale and came out of the bathroom, finding Joe sat back on the edge of his bed looking rather worried.

"Hey J-"

"Can I ask you something?" Joe said quietly, looking down to the floor.

"Anything." you managed.

"What's with denying me like this? I know you wanted to take it slow but I- I feel like you're not really-"

"I'm a virgin." You slapped your hand over your mouth, the truth fell out of you quickly and without warning, his eyes shot straight to you, almost falling out of their sockets. Joe shook his head and snorted a laugh your way. "Oh, I'm sorry you find that amusing." you scoffed, folding your arms.

"More a little relieved than anything, love."

"What do you mean? I'm a virgin in my mid-twenties, I-"

"There's nothing wrong with that, I was scared you didn't want me and that's why y-"

"I really want you, I'm just super nervous and obviously you didn't know so-"

"Well, let me be the first to know when you're ready and I'll quit being so damn grabby all the time, for now."

You'd finished cutting off each other, both clearly more at ease now the truth was out in the open. You moved closer to him feeling more comfortable, taking his hands into yours swaying them slightly side to side, your stares burning into one another. "I'm ready."

"That was a quick verdict Y/N, I don't want to push you-"

He didn't even need to finish that sentence, you were in love with this man and now that he knew, you had full faith in him being gentle and helping you through every moment.

You pushed him back straddling on top of him and leaning down to kiss him the way he would usually overpower you, sloppily and desperately kissing his soft lips, wanting more instantly, sitting up and removing the top half of your clothing. "You're beautiful, baby." he sighed contently.

You stroked your hands from his chest to his stomach, his eyes now fixated on your breasts. His hands stopped midway in the air. "Can I?" You nodded slowly, moving your hair out of the way. Joe gripped the two of them, caressing and moving to pinch your hardening nipples between the tips of his fingers, twisting slightly and then sitting up straight, bringing his head down to suck on them, lapping his tongue round the sensitive buds earning you throwing your head back in the newly found electric feeling.

Quickly rolling you over to the side to switch positions, Joe now laid in his usual spot, dancing his fingers down to your stomach. "Are you ok, my darling?" You nodded again, giving him a hint of a smile to reassure him that you were.

He tugged at the elastic of your sweatpants. "So, I can-"

"Yes Joe, you don't have to ask my permission on everything, just go easy on me."

"I will do all I can to make this as easy and comfortable as possible, I promise."

With your help, Joe moved down the bottom half of your clothing, your underwear sliding down with them and now you were fully naked beneath him. His mouth gaped open taking every cell of your skin in, taking a sharp breath in.

"What?" you giggled.

"You. You're so beautifully breath-taking, fuck."

You rolled your eyes and bit down on your bottom lip. Joe came back up to your face and pressed another soft kiss onto your mouth before taking your bottom lip in-between his teeth, raising his eyebrows at you looking soft yet stern he stated. "Don't be doing shit like that, it drives me crazy." You proceeded to bite down back on his, making him gasp.

"Mrs. Cocky. Confident, are we?"

"Not in the slightest Joe." You scrunched your face up, planting a kiss onto his cheek more of an apology than anything.

"Behave. I'll be back up in a bit." You didn't have time to process his words before he spread your legs apart and his face was now very much in-between your thighs. He looked up to you for further consent and you issued a small seal of approval. This was your first time anybody was to do this to you, and you were so happy it was him. "Relax gorgeous, I'll make you feel so good."

You did as he said, puffing your chest out and letting yourself relax, his hands spread you apart, slowly running his tongue from the bottom up to the top of your pussy savouring his very first taste of you. "God damn, you taste as good as I imagined you too." a hefty moan left your mouth and it only got louder from there as his lips attached themselves onto your clit and he began to suck ravenously. You squirmed beneath his touch, his hands found yours, intertwining your fingers, digging your nails into his knuckles as his tongue lapped over your throbbing cunt, giving it all he could. "Joe, oh my god. I- I can't-" your moans shattered the room arching your back and attempts of closing your legs were halted with his head in the way. He knew he wasn't about to stop until he got you to your release. Letting one of your hands go he moved his index finger to your entrance, rubbing around your sodden hole and slowly inserting it inside of you. His tongue flickered fast over your clit bringing the meaning of sensitivity to a whole new level. You found your hands now clutching the curls a top his head, pushing him in further. His muffled groans making you bite down on your lip once more.

"I think I'm going to-"

Joe pushed another finger in to stretch you out a little, curling them up slightly to hit a spot so sweet it made your orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. You'd never felt such a feeling, not to this extent and you screamed out his name. "Joe, oh my god- yes!" His fingers continued to pump inside of you a little longer, edging your orgasm further, bringing them out slowly and then releasing his mouth from your cunt. "Enjoy that?" What a dumb question. You were still seeing stars, staring up to the ceiling, your mouth wide open claiming back the oxygen you'd previously lost.

"Very. Much. You can definitely do that again."

Joe growled laughter at you, bringing down his boxers and shimmying them off his feet. His thick cock stood to attention throbbing and leaking pre-cum from the excitement of seeing you writhe under his busy mouth. You looked down to see the full erection practically begging for some attention and met Joe's darkened eyes, his hand wrapped around his shaft pumping it slowly taking you in. "Do you want to carry on, or is this enough for now baby, your call."

"No, I want all of you, right now."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive. I've never needed someone so much in all my life. I want you to be my first and hopefully, my last."

"You don't have to ask me twice, my love."

Joe leaned his hand down to the side of your shoulder positioning his cock at your entrance. "Are you ready?"

You were nervous but above all, you were beyond ready for this moment. You nodded, closing your eyes shut and feeling the tip of his member stretch your hole. "Fuck you're tight."

You scrunched your face harder as another couple of inches filled you. "Is it meant to hurt this much, fucking hell."

"I'm not a girl so I have no idea, but it'll feel better when you loosen a little, do you want me to stop?"

"No, carry on." You dug your fingers into the sheets, waiting for the pleasure that was surely going to bypass the pain soon.

Eventually, he was in deep, his balls touching your skin as he slowly moved out to go back in, way easier this time. A little whimper fell out of your mouth, your eyes finally opening to see nothing but desire in Joe's sparkling eyes. "Relax baby, you got this."

Joe leaned down to kiss you sweetly. "Ready for me to move?"

"Now's a better time than any." You chuckled a nervous laugh and with that he began to thrust his hips slowly, the pleasure beginning. "More." you urged, and Joe beamed a toothy grin at you, moving down to rest his face into the crook of your neck, his hips now snapping straight into you, gaining a little more speed, the tip of his cock practically stroking your cervix. It was a feeling you'd never thought possible, better than anything you'd ever felt in your entire life. You clenched your walls around him, squeezing around his length, making Joe cry out into your neck. "Jesus Christ, don't do that, you'll end me." So, what did you do? You did it again, and again.

"Fuck. This sweet pussy feels too good, I'm so close." Without any permission this time round and knowing without a doubt that you were okay, he drove his cock at a faster pace in and out of you, both of your moans bouncing off every object and the four walls around you. "Give me everything, Joe. I want all of it."

He obeyed at a forceful speed, earning you your second orgasm, your stomach knotting and your toes curling, in turn Joe spewing his cum out inside of you, not realising he was reaching his peak until the last second. "Holy fucking fuck." The gravelliest of groans spurted from his lips only making you hold him tighter, his cock throbbed fiercely inside of you as his orgasm pursued, wrapping your arms around him and giving it one last squeeze, taking him for all he had to offer.

He spent the next few minutes, a silent mess on top of you, whilst he caught his breath back, letting you both take in everything that had just happened.

"That was-" He started.

"Fucking-" You continued.

"Amazing." you finished your words together; Joe had finally taken your long secretive status away, a new meaning of love filled your soul for him that morning, you were beyond smitten and quite admittedly ready for round two.

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