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thisismeracing · 2 months

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Brand new style | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader ― Warnings: mentions of food; typos. ― Summary: The one where Charles' has been dressing better and better each week. Fans can't help but tie that drastic change to a girlfriend, especially when he shows up wearing clothes from a small but very stylish brand, what they don't expect is that the girlfriend in question is the owner of the brand.

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yourusername

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yourusername finishing the last few touches for this season's collection ⭐️✨

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sunshinewest can’t wait to get it!! 😍

user2 I am so readyyy

switfiedirectioner I wanna be her when I grow up

⤷ 1distraction but u already grown, bestie 😭 lmao

⤷ swiftiedirectioner shut up let me dream 🤚

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc race week's about to start 😎

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charleslerain things that aren’t my business but I wish were: how charles takes his coffee

sainzinho the lil pink mug 🥹🤏

fastandf1s where’s that lil sweater from????

⤷ bonohammertime Its from @ yourusername s brand?

⤷ userforty it def is! Most likely from last collection if I recall perfecly, I have a similar one

trackfour Im gonna prepare myself mentally to watch ferrari shit show 😭

iguser_ the pullover collors omggg and the fabric looks so soft

yourusername

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yourusername I would bet on red for this season 😜❤️

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yourbestie 😍😍 I would bet on YOU this season

user01 omg yesss! I love red!

randomuser this looks fantastic, can’t wait to see the other options

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charles leclerc 😉😉

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tifosinha I refuse to believe this was Ferrari's doing, he's been on this team for years now and they NEVER got him this stylish. there's a woman's hand on this, istg

ferrarista01 the veins 🫣🤤

leclowncircus y’all worried about charles’ style and rumored relationship meanwhile I’m just no thoughts head empty appreciating those yummy pics he’s been posting

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Solid climbing session today.

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notyourbus HE’S SOFT LAUNCHING

sainzfan who’s that person wearing black?

⤷ lemonegasque million dollars question

lewforty LOL he’s so bad at other sports

arthur_leclerc as a climber you’re a great driver 👍

schumiwoff I love the fact that apprently him and the girl -both- fell hahah partnes in being horrible at Snow Sports

yourusername

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yourusername nobody needs to know I fell a hundred times while climbing

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user47 it’s fine bestie, I’m terrible at anything snow related as well lol

user90 where’s that sunglass from?

⤷ yourusername its from yyy.com :)

popyn she’s soft launching, I lost her 😭

yourusername

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yourusername had an amazing dinner tonight 🥰

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randomuser33 that “private but not a secret” type of relationship I WANT IT

user9 she’s so pretty 😍😍

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc ma cherrie ❤️ I wouldnt have the patient to soft launch anyways

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scuderiaferrari thank goodness he's not that clumsy with car info 😅😂

yourusername you're lucky I love you 💞

pierregasly it was about time!!!!

fan44 I KNEW IT

formulaonewag welcome to the club, Yn! 🥳

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flowermiist · 3 months

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A warm heart - I

Click here to read the prologue if you haven’t ♡

Pairing: John Price x Fem!Reader

Sypnosis: Some time ago, you started a cooking channel on YouTube as a way to relax, have a proper hobby and teach others your favorite recipes as you improved your own culinary skills too. Fame wasn't something you wanted, you were more than happy with your 50k subscribers... Yet you never thought you'd stumble upon one of them.

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A/N: I would like to start off by saying thank you for all the kind comments, likes and reblogs the prologue has gotten. I was going to make this chaper longer but wanted to leave some intrigue. I’m currently working on the second chapter as I post this. Again, thank you so so much. Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment please. ♡

“Didn’t know you were that much into cooking, cap.” Garrick says, hiding a smirk and almost teasing as he sits across the captain who simply gives him a small cranky huff and his tired eyes stick back to the screen of his phone with the video playing.

Only one of the wired earbuds is connected to his ear as he watches every single detail almost carefully –

“Improving my cooking skills, somethin’ the lot of you should start doing.”

It was by far clear that John wasn’t in the best of moods after a stressing mission, his voice much hoarser and raspier than usual – the scent of the cheap cigar he had gotten from a gas station fills the tent as Mactavish sleeps with arms crossed, his head hanging low and Simon keeps guard – his eyes moving towards the conversation from time to time.

“Been trying to get the hang of it…” He speaks again with a sigh and an attempt not to be too grumpy, trying to remain as composed as he can while wiping off the sweat from his forehead, the lines on his rough skin becoming accentuated as he slightly frowns.

“And how’s it going?” Gaz asks with more curiosity now, looking at his captain and placing his elbows on the wooden table.

“Good, ’s far as I can tell.” Is all John responds, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he tries to sink deeper into the folding wooden chair tapping his cigar against the makeshift ashtray (which was simply an empty can of tuna) as the already weak string of smoke dies away.

You quickly scramble out of the bathroom, uniform already displayed on your bed. Stopping in right front of your vanity and placing a hand against the wall as you lean closer to the mirror to get a better look, trying to be as careful as possible not to mess up your lipstick – the moment you can’t find your shoes, you just get more irritated and the irritation mixing with yesterday’s hangover is not a pretty feeling, especially at this time of day.

You know you no longer have time to find your comfortable shoes the moment you look at the watch on your left wrist so you move towards your closet and take out a pair of nude stiletto heels, not the most convenient or comfortable ones but better than going barefoot to work or using one of your “I’m only here at the club to dance and get laid tonight.” pumps.

The moment you step into your car and try to start the engine, it makes that funny noise you hate but know too well to ignore.

“C’mon… let’s not embarrass ourselves, will you stop acting up before a neighbor notices and calls me broke?” You mumble to your own car like a crazy woman as the engine struggles to start.

Three days, three whole damned days since the engine of your car has been struggling to start and has started getting on your nerves – you tried to contact Harrison, your mechanic and the asshole has been completely ignoring your calls, he not only overpriced every little thing he did to your car but also thought you were some sort of stupid woman who didn’t know anything about your own car.

Sure, you could just drive to his garage and tell him the problem right away, but you were loaded with work these days and this man’s policy was to book in through a phone call to get your call fixed – otherwise, he refused to fix anything. And knowing him, there was no way he’d pick up any of your calls anytime soon.

A sigh of relief escapes your lips the moment your car decides to cooperate and the engine starts. “Good girl...” You whisper through your teeth with a smile, moving your finger towards the screen of the radio to start it.

“Well damn! Doesn’t someone look sexy as hell this morning?” Zaila says as she looks at you up and down from her desk – obviously noticing the shoes you chose this morning, you smile at her as you walk towards the reception.

“Well, to your information, I was actually thinking about bringing the leopard print ones you love so much…” You speak with a playful tone while you put your purse on top of her counter.

You give her a sly smirk, checking in with the fingerprint scan she places in front of you.

“I know I’m late… I’m hungover and my car is acting up again and that asshole won’t-” before you can even finish, Zaila moves her hand up to stop you, her various bracelets jingle on her wrist when she does this, stopping you from opening your mouth to explain any further.

You sigh as you already know what she’s about to say.

“Don’t think about it, alright? I was late too – stayed up fighting with that annoying witch living next door. Barely got any rest.”

Zaila says and you smile.

“Somethin’ to laugh about?” She asks, raising an eyebrow and giving you her best warning look.

“No ma’am.” You say with a thankful smile, getting a hold of your purse again before lightly squeezing Zaila’s soft hand and walking away towards your consulting room.

You check your phone while the computer on the desk turns on, you check your channel and smile to yourself while reading some of the comments from your lasagna recipe.

You definitely worked hard for that video and your subscribers seemed to really like it – you were aware that the ages of your views were something quite varied. From teenagers learning how to cook for themselves to middle aged adults improving in the kitchen.

Looking back at the computer in front of you, you put your phone down and begin organizing and checking some files from your patients.

Coming here with Zaila for lunch break was a good idea as always. Both of you laugh, gossip and enjoy lunch break while you sit at the small fancy restaurant that’s right across the street from the clinic.

Zaila went to the bathroom as the two of you waited for the food you ordered to arrive, leaving you alone at the table. You looked through your purse to grab your small mirror when your phone started buzzing from the call you were now receiving.

You grab it and look at the screen, reading the name of the contact, “Harrison - Mechanic.” – you huff and roll your eyes as you answer the call from the asshole that had been ignoring you for the past three days.

“Am I speaking to my favorite client?” The mechanic says, his tone sounding almost cheerful, you’ve known this man for some time now and you know him well enough to know he’s probably drunk.

“So you ignore your favorite client’s calls for three days straight now?” You reply to him. It sounds too rude, you know that but this man is an asshole too and him ignoring you was three times worse than your words.

“Oh c’mon… I’ve just been… uh…” – you wait in silence and look at your nails, already wondering what excuse he’s going to give you.

“–that doesn’t matter now since I’m talking to you, aye? What seems to be the problem with your lady?”

“What makes you think I’ll go back to your garage?” You speak, almost irritated, then catch a glimpse of Zaila from the corner of your eye while she talks to one of the waiters on her way back to the table.

“I’ll give you a discount, how ’bout that, doc? No need to make this call any longer, just, eh, come over and I’ll check on her.” Harrison speaks and you swear you can almost see that annoying smile of his as he speaks.

“You sure you won’t “forget” about your promise when I get there?” You speak, your tone almost sarcastic.

“Would I ever lie to my favorite client?” – Yeah he definitely would, but your car needs a mechanic now and as big of an asshole Harrison can be, you have to admit he’s good at his work when he wants to be.

“Alright, I’ll try to be there after work.” You finally say, ending the call to look at Zaila who is now sitting back on her chair.

John walks through the cereal aisle, gripping the steel handle as the wheels roll. He wasn’t in such a bad mood now that he left base, with the leave he got, he actually felt more relaxed.

The man would not deny he was more used to walking through the halls of a military base than walking through the long aisles of a supermarket – maybe he’d go for a few drinks after this, not wanting to spend his time isolated at home for too long. John clears his throat and rubs forehead and eyes with his fingertips, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He has the essentials in his cart, some milk, vegetables, juice, meat, rice and the three-in-one shampoo he has grown used to.

As John moves his cart towards the register, he glances at two adults and a child – the boy no older than five years and throwing quite the show as he cries and squirms on the floor while he grips a box with children’s toys. He looks at the adults that seem to be his parents, a man and a woman with worried and irritated look on their faces as they try to calm him down.

Was this the reason he never looked forward to starting a family, ugly temper tantrums? No, that would only be another excuse – Maybe the demands of his job? It would be too selfish to leave a woman whom he’d call his wife by herself taking care of a kid while he was in the middle of god-knows-where.

Had he given up the idea of starting a family of his own? Because it surely seemed late for him to try.

Did he want that life? Was he getting tired of going home to an empty house? He didn’t really know if he could call his house a home, it didn’t exactly feel like the concept of a warm family waiting for him, some kids, a wife and a dog – but at least, no children or a wife would be missing him and suffering while waiting for him to get home. To get back home from a job that has his life on the line between life and death, between doing terrible things to accomplish a greater purpose and getting his hands dirtier than ever.

His bubble of thoughts are popped with a sharp pin as the cashier looks at him and speaks, clearing her throat and almost giving him a dirty look for staying so still while glancing at the family – “Sir, you’re next.” The woman speaks as he looks at her.

“Right, sorry.” The rugged man says as he starts moving the things of his cart to the register.

You didn’t drive to Harrison’s right away after work, you stopped at home and took a shower, changing your clothes and then stopping at the grocery store – It was supposed to be a quick trip but you almost throw your bags on the floor of the store’s parking lot as you notice your rear left tire almost entirely flat.

“Fuck…” you mumble as you approach it, your breath hitches and you try to remain as calm as possible, lowering the grocerie bags on the floor, not caring about them getting dirty anymore.

You approach the tire and give it two small kicks to check how soft it was, it would be impossible to drive to your mechanic with a tire like this.

You knew how to change a tire, sure – your father had shown you a long time ago after a nail punctured one of the rear wheels of his truck. But that was too long ago for you to remember step by step and you knew the mechanic would not pick up if you called him to come here and help you. Even if he did, the man would overcharge you as always and you were not about to tolerate that, not after he promised you a discount to fix what was wrong with the engine.

Opening the trunk of your car, you search for a way to lift the liner carpet knowing the tire tools might be underneath it – You grunt as you lift the heavy box and see the spare tire underneath it. Right as you struggle to lift it a voice interrupts you.

“Need any help with that?” You turn around towards the husky unknown voice you just heard just to see a man standing there with his own grocery bags.

The silence is almost palpable as you look at him.

“Changing a tyre by yourself can be hard.” He says again, you huff after hearing his words –

“Are you suggesting I can’t do it by myself?”

you blurt out, immediately biting your tongue as you realize how rude and bitchy that must have sounded, but before you can even correct yourself the man speaks.

“Wasn’t making any suggestions, miss, just trying to lend a helping hand.” The man doesn’t seem phased in the slightest by the tone you used. He speaks with such eloquence and calmness that you are surprised he didn’t get offended and leave right after you spoke.

“Sorry, I- That was really rude of me.” You say, almost blushing from the embarrassment you just put yourself through with your own words, you didn’t mean to take your frustration out on a man offering his help.

“All is forgiven, miss.” He takes one step closer and looks at the trunk of the car where the spare tire is. What you didn’t know is that he recognized you the moment he heard your voice and saw your face, it had to be you – the girl from the cooking videos he has been watching for the last whole month; yet he was not about to comment on it because if for some reason it actually wasn’t you then it would make things too awkward, he thought.

“May I?” You immediately nod and stop staring.

“Yes- But… I wouldn’t want to bother you though.” He shakes his head and lowers his grocerie bags onto the floor.

“Not a bother at all, miss. I was just heading home. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes to change it.” You clear your throat and nod as the man speaks, the embarrassment going away.

“You sure?”

“Quite sure.”

You step aside as he lifts the spare tire with such ease only using one of his arms and using his other hand as he grabs he handle of your car’s toolbox with the other hand.

The man moves to kneel down right in front of the tire and you take a moment to inspect him. By the accent, he is clearly from here. Icy blue eyes and a masculine rugged look, not to the point he’s too intimidating but nearly there. The navy blue t-shirt he wears looks a bit tight on him, he seems older than you by a few years not too many though – you can clearly tell that by the few lines on his forehead and the few grey hairs on his dark brown beard. Last time you saw someone wearing such interesting mutton chops beard with that moustache was during a disney movie.

You try not to stare when the muscles on his arms flex the moment he grips the wheel brace as he loosens the wheel bolts by twisting them.

“You’ve got experience, I reckon.” You say as he carefully aligns the scissor jack under the jacking point of your car, he looks at you and nods with a very small smile.

“Not to brag, miss. Done this many times.” His voice rumbling on his chest, the two of you make some eye contact for a single second and he breaks it by moving the wheel brace to the jack. – “Had any trouble with your car ’fore?” He asks as the tool begins to lift up the car slowly when he twists it.

“I was about to drive to my mechanic’s after he spent three days ignoring my calls, some engine problems.” The man listens to you carefully.

“I believe three day’s enough to know your mechanic might be too irresponsable – Not to intrude with my comments though.” He moves to take out the old tire.

You sigh and nod “He’s an asshole, I know.” Your chuckle makes him sigh and give you a small chuckle of his own as he places the wheel down, shaking his head slowly.

He still can’t believe he’s seeing you in person – Well, that might sound weird but the man has seen too many of your cooking videos to deny it’s you.

“Mind giving me a small class?” You ask, taking a step closer – how ironic, he’s been the one watching your cooking recipes and learning from them and now he’s the one teaching you?

He nods.

“Wanna try?” He suggests and you oblige by grabbing the tool. “This is the lug wrench, right?” You ask and he nods again.

“We call them wheel braces ’ere but yes – It is.” He moves to grab the replacement tire and aligns the holes of the bolt with the lugs and begins to tighten them.

“These are the wheel bolts, you twist ’em with your hands as much as you can ’fore you lower the car with your jack and tighten them again usin’ the brace.” The way he explains it to you almost makes you blush as you are leaning forward and looking at the tire like a child at the aquarium.

You glance at his arms as he lowers the car using the jack again, making that twisting movement that makes the muscles on his arms even bigger, and the veins on his rough hands more noticeable.

The english man tightens the bolts before fully removing the jack from under your car, he lets out a quiet, deep grunt when he gets up again. You help him by grabbing some of the tools as he grabs the old wheel that was apparently pricked by a rusty nail.

“Good as new now, eh?” He says and you realize your mistake after be places the old tire in the trunk of your car. –“I’m so sorry- uh, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N.” That clicks in John’s head, it really was you and he was almost amused to say the least.

“No need to be sorry. ’m John, John Price.”

You shake his hand, not caring in the slightest about the dust on his hand from manipulating all those tools and both tires – his hand feels rough, calloused as if he’s too used to doing these type of things often, the heavy work.

“Forgive me if this sounds strange but ’m pretty sure I’ve watched your videos a few times. Cooking, right?” John says after your hands separate.

You are immediately surprised, almost in awe and he can tell by the look on your face. You try to keep your jaw as tight as you humanly can – almost as if it would comically fall to the floor is you dared to open it.

“Yeah, that’s… me, yes.” You smile at him widely. “You’ve really watched my videos?” You ask, amused, all your worries go away as his words make your whole week, it’s the first time something like this has happened to you.

“Could say ’m a bit of a fan, actually.” He gives you a smile of his own before he continues talking and looking into your eyes, deeply.

“Wanted to start improving my skills and happened to watch one of your videos, the food I prepared turned out surprisingly well – subscribed ’bout a month ago and… been watching ’em ever since.” That raspy and collected tone of his almost soothes your nerves.

“I’m shocked- I’ve never met any of my subscribers…” You admit with a smile full of excitement.

“Well, ’sppose there’s always a first time, innit?” – there is a comfortable silence after you nod but is broken by John looking back at your car.

“You mentioned there was a problem with the engine, that right?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Mhm, it stops sometimes and it can be tricky to start it.” You speak with a sheepish smile and the man crosses his arms as he stands in front of you.

“Want me to take a look?” Honestly? You’d like to talk to him more but you have to get to Harrison’s befoee he closes and you don’t want to keep John here forever, as happy as you are right now. His grocerie bags are on the floor with yours, completely forgotten and you wouldn’t want him to waste his time.

“Don’t worry, I was on my way to the mechanic anyway. Wouldn’t want to keel you here forever.”

“You sure?” John looks at your car then back at you – you give him a nod and he sighs.

“Well… If the engine’s been playin’ games with ya and stops on your way there. Let me know, I mean-” He scrounches up his face in annoyance when the excuse of giving you his number gets too obvious but the sound of the giggle that escapes your lips makes it go away.

“Could use your number for that.” You say quicker than you expected and he immediately smiles, clicking his tongue and taking out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

“Right.” John says with that deep husky tone rumbling on his chest and a small smile on his face, almost a shy one.

After getting his number, you glance at his brown boots as he lifts up his bags and gives you a small goodbye nod, you wave your hand at him and smile almost stupidly.

“It was nice meetin’ you, Y/N.” John says and you nod too.

“It was nice meeting you too, John.”

As he makes his way to his own truck, you lift up your long forgotten bags and put them in the backseat of your car before you start the engine and sigh in relief since it didn’t give you any trouble this time.

“Well that was hot…” You mumble with a smile as you reverse the car.

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siredtosturniolos · 17 days

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First of all I’m sorry if this is the wrong place to send requests in. I’m new to tumblr so I have no clue how to use this platform 😭anyways I have a request I’m begging on hands and knees for a chris fic where reader is 18 and he’s 23. reader is a influencer (u can make up where they met) ENEMIES TO LOVERS KINDA and SMUTTTTTTT with praising (lots of praising and pet names) u can make up the whole story it should just be based off these things thank uuuu

Enemies

Paring: Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: You had socially climbed the ladder to fame and gotten your very own spot on the Vidcon lineup. Freshly 18 meant you were fully able to go on your own, and meet some of your favorite content creators yourself. And Chris. You didn’t particularly like him, as he had been rude to you ever since you met him. You confront him and things turn a different direction than you thought.

Warnings: Smut! Praising, pet names, enemies to lovers(kinda? Maybe this means part 2?). Read at your own risk and mdni! (First pov)

Authors note: thank you for requesting this! I hope you like it. <3

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Walking the halls of VidCon the day before the event took place really helped me ground myself. I couldn’t believe I was here, let alone someone thousands of fans wanted to meet. I started a YouTube channel in October of 2021, and it’s only gone up from there. Posting various forms of content such as vlogs, get ready with me, makeup tutorials, and even a couple cooking videos.

I just hit 5 million subscribers, so on top of doing VidCon I was also hosting my own meet and greet the day after. I was hoping to make some connections and see if anyone would want to come celebrate this milestone with me.

Even though I have been successful for a while now, I had just moved to LA last month. I’ve been to a party here and there, making a few friends along the way. I take a seat on a bench outside to soak up some sun, and so I can really reflect on what my life has become.

Jake, Johnnie, and Tara are supposed to be here today as well and I couldn’t be more thankful. They had introduced me to so many of their friends in the last few weeks, most of them being welcoming.

Larray and I had clicked instantly and had hung out a few times, but he wasn’t set to be here this weekend. He had already made plans with other friends so he couldn’t come keep me company. He promised me that Nick Sturniolo would be down to let me hangout with him until I was comfortable, and I was super appreciative of that.

Chris Sturniolo though? Not so much. I’ll never forget the way his eyes raked down my body, stopping at my chest for a moment before he looked back up at my face.

“Hey baby, I don’t think we’ve met before?”

I rolled my eyes at how corny he was, slightly drunk and incredibly stupid. Once he realized he wasn’t getting in my pants he had completely ignored me. I also met Nick and Matt later on, and they were absolute sweethearts.

Ever since that night any time a fan would bring me up in a live stream of his, he’d ask them to either stop talking, or call me boring and move on to the next question. I had reached out to him asking him to stop, as his fanbase had jumped to my socials and started going insane.

Every time I messaged him, he’d read it and not respond. Nick would occasionally bring me up in videos and it was clear as day Chris didn’t like me, and his fans made it known. Clipping it and tagging me thousands of times nearly made me delete TikTok all together.

I had come to find out Chris was actually really nice to everyone, just not me. I’m not quite sure what I could’ve done to make him be so rude to me, but it’s not like I see him all the time. Maybe I’ll have a chance to speak to him in person, and make him really hear me out.

“Y/N!” A voice called out to me, making me jump. I watched as Jake walked up to me, “Tara has been looking for you, yapping about getting ready for tonight.” He explains, shrugging his shoulders.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Tonight?” I ask, standing from the bench and letting him lead me to Tara. “They’re hosting a party tonight for us at the hotel apparently. Something to kick off the event? Fuck if I know.” Jake laughed.

The next few hours flew by and before I knew it, Tara and I were letting loose and dancing to Just Dance by Lady Gaga. I had a few drinks in me, just enough to stop worrying about everything. Tara on the other hand, is gonna have a hangover from hell tomorrow.

“I have to pee!” I yell to Tara as the song fades out, she nods and gives me two thumbs up before I begin to head towards the bathroom just outside the ballroom the party was in.

Just as I’m about to enter I hear snickering behind me, making me turn around. I come face to face with none other than Chris. His eyes were burning into me, as he slowly approached, a stupid smirk on his face.

“What are you laughing about?” I ask him, letting out a deep sigh.

He shakes his head, “You look ridiculous.” He states, like it’s a known fact. I glance down at my outfit, a simple black tube top and cargo camo pants. My black and white Nike’s were clean and uncreased, so what the hell was he talking about?

I look back up to him as his 5’8 frame slightly towers over my own, “What did I do to make you hate me so much?” I calmly asked him, as surprise flooded his features. Apparently he wasn’t expecting me to call him out in person.

He stood there for a second, staying silent as he didn't know what to say, “Oh so you just hate me for no reason? Nice.” I scoff, before turning around to enter the bathroom. I was stopped by a gentle grip on my arm, making me look over my shoulder at Chris.

“Look, I don’t really know why I act like this, okay?” He sighs, dropping his hand as I turn to face him again, “Ever since I met you at that party, I just can’t get you off my mind.” He explains, taking a step closer to me. Now I can smell his cologne and I hate to admit that it’s doing something to me.

“Don’t make fun of me.” He continues, making my eyebrow raise in curiosity, “When we locked eyes that night it felt different to me. It felt like more than just two people meeting for the first time.” He says quietly, looking me in my eyes so I knew he wasn’t lying, “It scared the shit out of me.”

I start to smile slightly, making him roll his eyes, “Are you telling me you fell in love with me at first sight?” I tease him, making him throw his head back and groan. “Just stop being rude Chris, we could’ve been something this whole time you know?” I tell him, watching as his eyes meet my lips before looking away quickly.

“Wanna make up for lost time?” He suggests, making me glance around the hallway we were in. There were a few people scattered around, but none of them were paying attention to us. I look up at him to see that sexy smirk on his lips, “Fuck it.” I shrug, before I drag him into the bathroom with me. I lock the door before I’m pushed up against it, Chris pressing kisses to my cheeks before going down my neck.

I let out a soft moan, lifting my hands to slide them into Chris’ hair and tugging slightly as he found my sweet spot, “No marks please.” I plead him, feeling his tongue lather the area before he moves lower. His kisses get harsher the lower he gets, looking up at me slightly before he returns to his full height and slams his lips on mine.

I moan into the kiss, the tension between us coming to a peak, “Jump.” He mumbles into my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist. I use his shoulders for stability as I jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back so he can walk me to the sink, and I waste no time trailing kisses down his neck. Chris sets me down on the counter and spreads my legs so he can stand in between them.

“Gonna make you feel so good baby.” He rasps, tilting his head back as I continue my assault on his neck. I make my way back up to his lips, taking him in for a split second before we kiss again. His hair is disheveled, his lips swollen from our kissing, and his eyes. They’re full of lust and determination, and I can’t help but try to clench my thighs.

Chris smirks at me, playing with my top, “Can I take this off pretty girl?” He asks, to which I rapidly nod. Chris’ fingers slip underneath the fabric of my shirt briefly, before he snaps the band against my chest making me gasp. He wastes no time as he quickly takes it off, setting it somewhere behind me. His hands instantly cup my breasts, his lips slotted back onto mine.

His large palms squeeze my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples making me let out a whine. I tug at his shirt and he pulls away to take it off, “Fucking incredible.” He mutters, letting his eyes fall onto my chest as I pant. He leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth, and my hand flies to the back of his head, arching my chest into his chest.

“Fuck Chris.” I moan, my hips bucking as that’s where I really want him. He switches sides, letting his hand trail down my body to pop open my pants, pulling away to look at me. “I’m about to ruin you, sweetheart.” He lowly speaks, making me bite my lip as I begin to help him remove my pants. I kicked off my shoes and Chris played with the band of my underwear.

“Please Chris.” I beg him, already tired of his teasing.

“Good girls say what they want.” He replies, using one hand to tease me through my damp underwear, the other dancing across my inner thighs.

I let out a huff, “Please touch me.” I plead, reaching down to move his hand exactly where I want him, “Make me feel good.”

Chris smirks at me, “Good girl.” I gasp as his hand suddenly slips lower, finally giving my body what it’s been craving for. His fingers collect my wetness, spreading it down to my opening, making my back arch with need. I open my mouth to beg him again but I’m cut off by him slipping a finger inside, his thumb connecting with my pulsating clit.

“Chris!” I gasp, his fingers work mercilessly, the coil in my stomach already building. I let out whines and moans, already feeling fuzzy as he continues to work my body closer to my climax.

“Look at me, baby.” Chris demands, making my eyes flutter open, “I want you to look at me as I make you cum.” He continues, working another finger inside my core. My jaw drops in a silent moan as his eyes bore into mine. I feel myself begin to clench around his fingers as he hits my sweet spot over and over.

“There it is.” He smirks down at me, and half of me wants to tell him to stop, that the pleasure is too much. The other half of me wants to be greedy, and welcome the waves of ecstasy as they flow through my body.

“Feels so good.” I whine out, watching the way Chris glances down at his fingers as they disappear inside of me, “So close.” I moan, feeling the coil twisting tighter and tighter.

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He asks me, and that's all it takes. The coil snaps and I fight to keep my eyes open as I release all over his fingers. Chris lets out a groan, mumbling praises left and right as I come down from my high.

I’m still in a daze when he helps me off the counter and spins me around to face the mirror. He lifts his hand to my neck, tugging my body to be flush with his. I gasp as I feel his hard dick pressing against my ass, I didn’t even notice he took off his pants.

“Gonna watch me while I fuck you, baby?” He asks, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I nod rapidly, “You look away once and I stop, got it?” Chris speaks, as he helps me bend forward and kicks my legs apart further for him.

“Yes sir.” I reply, a small smirk on my lips as I back my ass further into him, making Chris grin. “Keep that up and you won’t make it to the event tomorrow.”

He takes hold of his dick, running his head through my folds, bumping my clit making me whine. He pumps himself a few times before he’s teasing my entrance. I pout up at his reflection, arching my back even more to show how impatient I was. He takes that as a sign to slowly thrust into me, making my jaw drop at the burn from the stretch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, one hand resting on my hip, the other coming to hold onto my shoulder. He waits a moment before he begins thrusting, my body shaking each time he fills me up. “Feels so good.” Chris moans out, his hand leaving my hip to deliver a harsh smack to my ass, rubbing the now red area soothingly afterwards.

At this point, I can’t even form words and of course Chris took notice, “Got my baby all fucked out already.” He states, smacking my ass again. “Can’t wait to wreck this pussy.” He grunts out, his thrusts getting quicker and harder.

My mouth hangs open in a silent moan, my eyes never leaving his. “Such a good girl, keeping your eyes on mine.” I feel the coil in my stomach reappear, and I can’t help but try to squirm away from Chris as the pleasure builds, “Don’t you fucking run away from me.” Chris spits, lowering both arms to grip my waist as he plows into me.

“T-Too much!” I finally whine out, clenching on him as his head nudges that sweet spot within my core.

Chris shakes his head, “You can take it baby.” He lets out a rather loud moan before his thrusts start to get sloppy, “Be a good girl and take it.” He grunts out, sliding a hand to my front, quickly finding my clit and rubbing fast circles.

My legs begin to shake, “I’m-” I’m cut off by a rather loud moan as Chris angles his hips upwards, bringing me even more pleasure. “Me too baby, fuck.” Chris moans, lowering his Chin to his chest as he watches himself slide in and out of me.

“Cum with me.” He demands, my legs begin to shake as he meets my eyes as the coil within me finally snaps. I can feel myself pushing and pulling him in as I cum, and the feeling of his shooting out makes it all the more pleasurable. Chris finally halts his movements, staying buried inside.

He gently pulls out, both of us wincing. He quickly cleans himself up and slides his pants back on before he turns to me. He rubs my cheek lovingly before he helps me clean up and get redressed. I quickly check my makeup and fix it, before turning to face him.

“You’re staying with me tonight.” He states, holding out his hand for me to take. I take it with a smile on my face.

“I planned on it.”

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onlymingyus · 7 months

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Are You Scared of the Dark? (Patreon Exclusive)

pairing; lee dokyeom (dk) x kim mingyu x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), thriller (mild), fluff, crack

warnings; scary moments, talk about ghosts, spiders, alcohol, food, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, threesome/poly, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), some fingering, hand job, masturbation, cream pie, grinding, pet names, teasing, sub!dk and mingyu, dom!reader, orgasm denial, mention of edging, begging, hand on throat, marking, reader is smaller than dk and mingyu, talk about cum, i'm sure there is more but you can let me know if something sticks out--

w/c; 7.5k and some change (614 this teaser)

a/n; thank you to @junkissed-replies and @wonwussy for proofreading -- happy halloween my darlings!

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“This place is fucking stupid. Let’s go! Y/N…go.”

Mingyu sounded different now. He was scared, and that made you scared. Turning towards the doorway, you whimper and jog up the few stairs in front of you as Mingyu and Dokyeom quickly catch up with you before the wind catches the door, slamming it shut behind you all. Lifting your hands, you hide your face as you drop your phone. Your scream causes Mingyu and Dokyeom to become more aware of their surroundings as they move closer to you, ready to get you away from danger.

With Mingyu’s arm around your waist, Dokyeom leans to pick up your phone before you all run from the house as if something were actually chasing you from it. It isn’t until you reach the safety of the sidewalk that you take a deep breath and look around. It’s only then that you find yourself smiling and are able to see the humor of the situation.

You watch as Mingyu runs his hands through his hair. His buzz is clearly worn off as his chest rises and falls quickly. Beside him, Dokyeom catches his breath folded over with his hands on his knees. When you laugh, you draw the attention of both men, who give you a puzzled look before a smile spreads over their faces, and they soon join you in laughter.

“Oh my god, we are so fucking stupid. That was so stupid. I told you! It’s like you have a death wish, Kim Mingyu.”

With a grin on his face, Mingyu watches you straighten out your shirt before you move to Dokyeom to look the man over for injuries. You were beautiful in the moonlight, even when you were calling him stupid. Dokyeom mutters that he is fine as you run your fingers over his cheeks and then through his hair to clean off some cobwebs. He was enjoying the attention, even if it made him feel shy.

“It was stupid, but we feel even luckier to be alive now, don’t we?”

Mingyu’s voice is full of mirth, making you laugh as you pout sympathetically up at Dokyeom, who leans into your touch, telling you he is fine one last time. Glancing back at Mingyu, you roll your eyes and finally move away from both men, starting to walk in the direction of your apartment, knowing they will both follow in tow.

“I bet you do, Mingyu.”

Smiling, you keep it hidden from him as you glance up at the moon as you walk. Mingyu can only grin, his eyes moving over your back, taking in every inch of you, as Dokyeom does the same before glancing over at Mingyu with a curious look on his face.

“We survived a haunted house. That has to count for something, so yeah, babe, I do feel lucky. I’m sure Dokyeom feels more alive than he ever has, right?”

When Mingyu questions him, Dokyeom scoffs, feeling his cheeks heating up. It felt like he was talking about more than what had just happened, and even if he wasn't, what had happened had possibly scarred him. He wasn’t even sure what he had seen or heard in that house, but he wanted to forget about it. He wasn’t sure how he’d ever sleep again.

"Yeah—sure, I guess. Whatever, we could have been doing something else beside getting our asses scared by ghosts, but whatever gets your rocks off, Gyu.”

Nodding along with Dokyeom’s words, you don’t realize that Mingyu is watching you carefully with a smirk on his face.

“Didn’t know you were so concerned with what got me off. Oooh, when we get back, we should get pizza.”

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diordrysdale · 2 years

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after dark ⋆ andy barber (part 3)

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader, ft. devin peters x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 2.1k

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, cheating (laurie is cheating on andy, andy is implied to be cheating/will cheat) reader sends a video where she’s giving devin head, fingering, degradation, squirting, daddy kink, implied murder oop— ft. devin peters: oral sex (m receiving), slight degradation.

authors note ⋆ I HAD TO SWITCH ANDY FROM SOFT!DARK TO JUST DARK!ANDY YALL IN FOR A RIDE I WAS JUST WRITING THIS AND I WENT DOWN A DARK PATH SO HERE IT IS FINALLY PART 3

+ reminder of who devin peters is, he’s chris evans’ character in the movie don’t look up!

don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

previous part

shit, shit, shit!

as soon as andy scurried back into his home, he peeled through the curtain of the window near laurie’s favorite sofa— the one she was currently on.

“I need a ride to my yoga class, andy.” she spoke as she typed away on her phone, laughing at the texts she was receiving from a friend.

yoga class, sure.

he watched as you stood in place, dumbfounded before the movie star tugged you back towards the house, practically pawing at your breasts for attention.

you giggled as he kissed and sucked at your neck, shoving him away to play hard to get, took one last glance at mr. barber’s house, and sighed, convincing yourself it was most definitely a coincidence.

andy, on the other hand, was losing his mind.

so, you were living next door, what could he do about it? go up to the door and give a polite hello, make small talk and confess how he’s been touching himself to you for the past 4 months?

maybe how he’s dreamt constantly of pounding you into his mattress as you drool on his sheets, neither of you knowing whether you’re begging him to stop or keep ruining your hole.

“…andy! here’s fine!” andy hit the breaks, the wheel’s screech pulling him from his thoughts as laurie opens the door without a simple thank you or goodbye, running up to her friends.

he began to drive off, reaching for his phone, unlocking it and grinning for what he was challenging himself to do.

“hey, SIRI, uh, sex shops near me.”

NEXT DAY

tears had dried on your cheeks as you caught your breath, letting your boyfriend tease your lips with the tip of his cock.

“look at you, all hungry for this dick.” he hummed, his free hand holding up your phone, filming your every move.

you said you’d airdrop it to him later, but you had other plans for this home video.

“fuckin’ slut..” you shut your eyes to avoid rolling them, the degradation just didn’t come naturally with him, oh, but with mr. barber.

if your neighbor was indeed your favorite subscriber, he was in for a treat.

“why’s a mr. barber texting you on your site?I thought you didn’t entertain those freaks on your live chat?” devin pulled you from your thoughts when a notification pinged on the top of your screen.

wrapping your lips around his veiny cock, you sucked harshly, distracting him from the text message as he gasped out, hand forcing your head down as he began to fuck your throat in a sloppy manner.

the wet gagging noises sent him over the edge, overflowing your mouth with his sticky load— wasn’t the best taste. although, it still made your mind stray to how mr. barber—

“let me see it.” he groaned, cupping your cheek with a softness you hated.

you couldn’t make up your mind about this guy, no matter how many millions of dollars laid on his dollars

sure, he was an admired actor, celebrity crush to many, and you had him at your beck and call.

but you were insatiable.

you had daydreamed of becoming his girl, riding him in his luxurious cars, and being the pretty little thing on his arm at movie premieres, red carpets, you name it.

but hollywood was ruthless to girl with a job like yours.

maybe starring on the big screen and having paparazzi shadow you wasn’t your thing, but being loved after dark was, and you were okay with that.

opening your mouth, you revealed his load before you swallowed it, glancing up at him for some sort of praise but he just exhaled, sinking into the sofa as he put his softening penis away.

you snatched your forgotten phone from the couch and saved the video before reading the text message, feeling your heart drop to your stomach.

barber543

hello neighbor.

andy hid the newly purchased box of sex toy items under the bed, his chest swelled with pride when he imagined how ruined he’d leave you by the end of the night, have you begging for him to stay, to touch your sweet pussy again, and again, til you couldn’t bare another orgasm.

official-kitten

there’s no way it’s you

he chuckled, he could just picture your cute expression of brows furrowed together, biting at your inner cheek.

barber543

come over and find out.

andy was always the type to take charge of a situation, but he was positive you’d be his tonight. and every night after that.

swallowing hard at mr. barber’s recent message, you slid your back down against the bathroom wall, thumbs dancing across the screen.

official-kitten

I’m busy daddy

🎥 0:45

your heart pounded in your ears as you linked the video devin filmed of you, and sent it— it was a russian roulette, you had absolutely no clue what he’d say—

barber543

not even a minute?

did he return the favor? or are you just a cocksleeve.

bet he didn’t even touch you

his punctuation made you giggle, but your hand began to slither down beneath your panties, ghosting over your clit.

official-kitten

he didn’t even make me wet :(

barber543

I’m not surprised.

I’m guessing you’re all needy. and pathetic.

official-kitten

don’t be mean :(

your middle finger and ring finger began to rapid circle on your clit, the sight of your hand moving beneath your underwear made your heart race.

barber543

you don’t know half of it, princess.

come over, or I’ll fuck you stupid in front of your friend.

removing your fingers before you came, you breathed heavily, smiling at the texts as you stood up with a rush, exiting the bathroom as you called out for devin who had made himself busy in the kitchen.

“what’s up, babe?” he chewed on a simple ham sandwich, scrolling through his twitter feed, mostly raising his ego with all the complements and praise thrown his way.

“you need to leave, now.” you shoved his beanie into his chest as he frowned, scoffing.

“i need to do my skin-care routine, do my mani-pedi, you know,” you rambled nervously, but he came to be truly understanding, kissing your forehead.

“fine, fine! send me the video, dollface.” he walked out the door, inhaling the fresh boston air, looking around the calm neighborhood til he made eye contact with the man they’d encountered earlier.

andy waved at the celebrity with full intent of fucking you into his mattress, the bedroom floor, the kitchen counter, and laurie’s pitiful garden in the front yard.

“hey, y/n,” devin called over his shoulder, still narrowing his eyes at the floofy haired man, as you waltzed over to him, glancing up at him, “don’t go on stream tonight. got a feeling there’s gonna be some creeps on the live.”

“sure thing, devy,” you stepped on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I’ve got other plans.”

you applied your gloss, extremely giddy to finally meet the man who had been paying for quite literally everything you could dream of.

you wondered what he did for a living, how he stumbled upon your live stream and if he thought about you daily.

what if he was a psychopath? you had lost count of how many people you had blocked due to their obsession with you, driving you to the point to being constantly paranoid, always glancing over your shoulder and double checking your door at night.

fuck it.

shutting your door on your way out, you fiddled with your fingers, cracking your knuckles which had been a nervous habit of yours.

til someone pulled up to the driveway.

it was a woman, brunette, with a disconsolate look on her face.

of course, he had a wife. why weren’t you surprised? most of the good ones were taken.

“oh! hello..” the woman wiped her drippy nose on her wrist, hugging herself as she stood in front of you, waiting for you to present yourself.

“i’m [y/n], lila’s friend. I’m house-sitting and i just- I can’t seem to, uh…“

“get the washing machine to start? cindy always has that problem, but luckily, my husband andy helps her out. it happens at least every week.” your jaw clenched at the information, feeling yourself turn green with envy, but your heart stopped when the man of the hour stepped out to the driveway, locking eyes with you.

“honey, lila’s friend here needs help with the washer, go.” she sniffled, causing andy to cup her cheek and angle her face up, allowing him to see her bloodshot eyes.

“what happened? where’s jacob, is he okay?” laurie nodded her head, clearing his anxiety a bit til he caught her left hand— ring finger, completely bare.

“we need to talk.” laurie muttered as andy wrinkled his nose at the scent of another man’s cologne on her.

“I’ll just-“

“no!” you and laurie whipped your heads at him, making him breath out a laugh as he reached for your hand— time froze, not just for you.

“I’ll help you first, I just need to get some tools. give her something to drink, laurie.” before you knew it, you began following him and his wife into his home, wondering what scheme he had planned.

he gently closed the door behind you, not missing the chance to place his hand on your lower back, leading you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of deep red wine, ignoring how his wife had excused herself to the upstairs bathroom.

alas, the two of you were alone.

slowly with a hint of intimidating, he began to corner you against the counter as you look down at your feet with natural submission, making him chuckle and hold your chin between his pointer and thumb.

“wait for me upstairs, second room on the right.” you glanced up at him with a parted jaw, “I want you playing with your pussy, legs spread, only wearing this shirt. go.” his command made you raise an eyebrow.

“you can’t tell me what to do.” your bratty response made him scoff as his hand slipped beneath your pajama shorts, cupping your mound as his middle finger dragged against your clothed slit, making you shiver.

“no? you sure about that?” he smirks at the wet spot on your panties, watching you squirm, in person? fuck, you couldn’t let you go. ever.

“tell daddy what you’re gonna do for him,” he whispers, his pulse accelerating when your trembling hand rose to caress his beard.

“I’m gonna play with my pussy and wait for him. and then, I’m gonna let him do whatever he wants to me,” you whimpered when he pinched at your clit, “let daddy use me and my holes.”

you were a damn menace with your words.

“you’ll be daddy’s cumrag?” he suggested as his hard-on grew against his slacks, compelling him to grind desperately against your stomach.

“yes, please,” you dragged out as looked up at him with lust filled eyes, leaning against him, feeling a bit lightheaded.

“and let me shove my cock in this little pussy when I feel like it?“ pushing aside your panties, his fingers began pistoning past your velvet walls, adoring the immediate debauched look on your face before he kissed your soft lips for the first time.

“anything you want— fuck!”

“beg for your daddy, kitten, beg for daddy to taste your pussy,” the squelching noises, his alluring voice, it was too much.

“fuck! daddy- m’ gonna squirt, ah! pleaseplease-“ he was quick to keep you from falling to your knees, grunting when your legs violently shook, your cunt spurting your juices on his cupped hand.

“my kitten, all mine,” he growled, his pink lips attacking your bare neck, sucking and nipping at your skin as you attempted to even your breath, but you still felt unsatisfied.

you needed to be fucked.

“want your dick, please, please,” you babbled out, your hands moved with a mind of their own, desperately wanting to touch him but he laughed, continuing to rub your slit.

“you’re a little slut, my wife’s in the house! what if she heard you?” he asked with a grin, removing his wet hand and beginning to lead to you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“hurts! I need to feel you inside me,” you pawed at his belt, making him sigh in content before he clutches your cheeks in his hand, it smelled of your scent.

“then fucking wait for me upstairs. second room on the left.” he demanded through gritted teeth, watching you scamper what was left of the staircase.

he rushes to the kitchen, grabbing the first knife he could get his hands on and heads back upstairs with an emotionless façade.

he couldn’t have anymore distractions tonight.

his job was to fuck you as many times you begged him to, and claim you as him.

“laurie, I’m ready to talk!” he calls out to his wife for the last time, gripping at what was to become a murder weapon.

well, only if the police found out.

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a/n; oh y/n, now he’ll never let you go.

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mncgrt · 3 months

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lunar new year sims dump.

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my apologies if this is too simple or juvenile or personal a question but HOW did you become such a proficient writer? and do you have any tips or pointers to keep in mind? i know you must do a lot of reading and a lot of writing, but your skill is just incredible to me. your prose!! your cadence!! when we get around to talking about it is genuinely one of the best things i've ever read and i'd eat it if i could!!!

this ask was so sweet thank you!! rly made my day when i needed a boost. Hope you don’t mind i took a couple days to think about it cause no one’s ever asked me for writing advice before

idk how i became a “proficient” writer bc I really don’t write that much. something about my fic gave me brainworms and i went into overdrive but that’s…not my usual MO. which is why it’s weird for me too. admittedly i am studying english/creative writing as my second major at uni, but i haven’t learned anything in any of my classes you couldn’t learn by just reading and writing on your own. honestly i should’ve stuck with my IR major instead, i find structured cw classes a complete waste of time. but here are some little tips i thought of that would’ve helped ME:

This is more a “do as I say not as I do” because I’m really bad at habits like this, but keep a diary. You can write about the big events (went to the store, did homework, got laid etc.) but that’s boring—focus on the details (watched someone at west side market throw a glass bottle of olives at a rat, broke a pen and permanently stained my dorm desk and won’t get my deposit back which pissed me off because I move out in a week, this guy’s breath smelled like lemon pledge and it made me wonder if he drank window cleaner before kissing me etc.). Real life is really interesting! How can you write about interesting real life in an interesting way? It’s a good way to practice. You don’t have to do a big reflection at the end of the day or anything. It’s okay to jot down something you saw & then immediately forget about it. It’s the act of figuring out how to translate life into words that’s important

If you type, learn how to type FAST. This is just my experience, but I think typing faster makes your cadence, clause length, dialogue, IDEAS flow better/more naturally. We think in words/sentences, not letters.

This is a super lame tip that’ll make you roll your eyes, but read poetry. Poetry is all about how words/ideas/images sound and interact with each other. Don’t get hung up on one poet—im not really recommending any for precisely this reason—read poetry you love (for me, Ada Limón, Jack Kerouac, Frank O’Hara, ghazals etc) AND read poetry you hate (for me, Rupi Kaur, Emily Dickinson, Whitman, etc)! Read all genres you can get your hands on. (I think there are like “great poetry anthologies” you can find for free online if u don’t know where to start. Also you can’t go wrong with subscribing to/reading a variety magazine like the NYer. It’s pretentious but it exposes you to all kinds of weird topics, ways of writing about them, etc.) Figure out how certain combinations of words and punctuations make you FEEL, and why, and why the writer chose (or not) to make you feel that way. Figure out which literary sounds you like and which ones you don’t. For me, i figured out that I REALLY like alliteration, comma splices, zeugmas, the rule of three, and

“he’s [verb]ing again… yeah compacflt’s characters are [verb]ing again… big shocker”

If you have an idea for a piece, figure out what it is you really want to get out of it—to say something? to experiment with a different style? to see your fav characters do something? to have fun?—and then figure out how, on a technical level, you should write to match that goal (this is where the poetry training comes in handy). If you’re just writing to have fun, don’t listen to any writing advice (incl. mine), because most of it is bullshit and over-generalized and will make you feel bad about yourself. Just take the advice that you think will work for what YOURE trying to write.

But if you’re writing to explore some political idea, then you should think about HOW to best write about that idea. What would be a convincing story/allegory/scene to engage with this idea vs. not convincing. I talk on this blog all the time about how disappointed I am that my very-adult-grown-up attempt to deal with the dynamic of “immovable internalized homophobia vs unstoppable falling in love anyway” is rendered a little childish/immature by some pretty unconvincing plot points like the characters buying a house together—I really should have considered how that plot point would interact with the characterizations I’d built already (hint: poorly). You can think of writing as kind of a military structure if that helps—you have strategy on the overarching campaign (plot/character growth/allegory/theme) level, the battle (scene that advances the above) level, and the tactical (sentence-level construction/syntax/wording) level. They all have to work together. If a scene is failing to properly engage with the idea you’re trying to convey, you’re losing a battle that will weaken the overarching campaign. Same thing if you choose a weird word in a sentence/write in a style or tone that’s weirdly out of place with your idea—it makes your engagement with the theme/idea less convincing. just try to be purposeful and consider your strategy on all levels of your work as you’re writing it!! At the very least it’ll make editing easier lol.

But then again when I read my own writing from just a couple months ago I cringe out of my skin, so like—just also accept that it’s a process and we’re all just making it up as we go along. Be proud of being embarrassed of your old work, because it means you’re growing. Own that shit. When I finished writing WWGATTAI i thought it was the best thing I’d ever written, and maybe it was. But since the day I finished working on it, it’s the worst thing I’ve written since then. That’s a great feeling. Not to be like writing grindset obviously bc it’s supposed to be fun—but if what you want is to get better at writing, the strategy is to WRITE a whole bunch of shit, and then own your embarrassment about how much you’ve grown since you started. And know you’re still always growing and learning. there should never be any “goals” where skills are concerned 👍🏽

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staying safe online as a little without a cg !

as someone who involuntarily regresses, i’ve been put in some vulnerable positions while trying to navigate online spaces while being small.

this post isn’t just for involuntary regressors but anyone who wants to increase their knowledge of online safety while being little !

some of these might go without saying but i would still like to put it out there as a sort of catch all post of things to do ! so without further ado here are some tips for online safety as a little without cg to help monitor you !

bookmark safe websites you want to browse when you’re small, while you’re big

whether they’re games or social media sites you’d like to browse, make sure you bookmark them and add them to a folder specifically for when you’re small ! this will prevent little you from stumbling upon dangerous or triggering imagery or sites <3

speaking of social media…try turning off your dms or messages for people you don’t know

many a times have i clicked on an image while small (esp on instagram) that has no preview and i was shown triggering or inappropriate content. for some people when they’re regressed or if have a system little your state of mind is also regressed, meaning they can think more like a child and do things they wouldn’t normally do. i know this is true for me so when i feel myself slipping i make sure to only answer and look at messages from trusted people. you can always filter your messages as some social media sites do offer that ! and if you’d like you can even turn it back on when you’re no regressed if you’d still like to get messages from people !

another social media tip…if you want to browse social media while small, try browsing from following !

i know sites like Twitter and Instagram have a following tab where you only see posts from people who you follow. this can be helpful if you don’t want to risk seeing triggering content or if you’re randomly shown triggering content for no reason as that can sometimes happen on some social medias.

create a kids youtube profile or a regular profile only for when you’re in little space !

this is a good one if you like to watch videos while you’re small but don’t want auto play to lead you to an unrelated video ! i have a separate profile for when im small that only plays videos that would be appropriate for a child. it takes a little bit of watching videos you would like and subscribing to channels but it’s worth it imo! this can also lead to you having a separate email for little you that you could even use to sign up for games without using your big email !

on the topic of profiles, you can make a profile on apps like Disney+, Netflix, or Hulu that’s for when you’re small !

if you can, make your own profile on any TV streaming app that has your favorite little shows that you can access when you’re small ! if you’re a curious little like me, it could also help to set pin for big shows so you have an extra layer of protection. i’m v forgetful so this def works on me !! ^.^

and that’s all the tips i have ! if you have more be sure to suggest them for other littles to see and i can also add more in the future ! thanks for reading friends and stay safe 🤍

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Thanks Goodness for Family & Friends!

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I'll always take care of you | MS47 (patreon preview)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader ― Warnings: mentions of food, and sickness; overall fluff.

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The blonde by your side passes your water bottle while rubbing your back, a worried look on his graceful features, “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick, Schatzi?”

And though there’s no judgment on his tone, you feel like crying, particularly because you’re sick, but also because you feel emotional. Of course, you know that Mick would always take care of you, but going through it was a completely different story, “It started earlier this morning,” you explain, taking a sip of your water again.

“Did you call your boss and your professor? Want me to do it?”

You nodded, then shook your head, “I already did, thanks though.”

“Have you eaten?”

And this time your eyes go to the ground. You know he’s about to huff a worried reply, but you’re too tired to try and explain, so you just lie back and watch as Mick kisses your forehead and starts changing his clothes, putting on his grey sweatpants and white shirt while telling you that you’re burning and he’s going to call the drugstore down the block to drop off some meds.

You hum in agreement. He pets Angie, leaving a kiss on her waiting head, but when he leaves she doesn’t follow, staying planted on the bed with you.

“Angie, sweet angel, you can go with Dad, I know you missed him,” you talk as if she would understand. Angie wiggles her tail, gets up from the bottom of the bed, and lies with her head on your belly.

You smile, caressing her fur, and it's not long before you’re falling asleep again.

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Why Narcissists Come Back [Watch Before It’s Too Late]

This video will discuss “Why Narcissists Come Back [Watch Before It’s Too Late].” Narcissists like to come back, play peek-a-boo, hide, and suddenly reappear to give you just enough hope without the relationship going anywhere or advancing because they’re very insecure. They are constantly in survival mode and doing anything they can to survive.

Narcissists have a scarcity mentality where they can think that something is not easy to find or get where they feel like there’s not enough to go around, which is why they’re so quick to give up on you. Because they are not willing to invest anything into you, they feel like they’re not enough, so they expect you to do everything for them.

Everything they do is for narcissistic supply but need supply from multiple sources, so even if they have someone else, they will still keep holding on to you because they want as much supply as they can, but once you’ve made it clear to them that you’re no longer under their spell than they will have no choice but to get it from somewhere else. They will have to seek out a new source of supply; everything they do is for supply, which is why they return.

Thank you for watching. If you found this video helpful then please don’t forget to like this video and subscribe to my channel. For more details — https://www.youtube.com/@NarcSurvivor

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Sleepless (Part 4)

Sherlock rushed out of the lab, itching with the need for a cigarette …

. The night air was biting. It crawled up his exposed wrist as he pulled out the lighter and flicked an amber glow to life.

. He could practically hear Mycroft’s chiding voice echoing between the buildings behind him … cold and aloof …

. “... don’t get involved, Sherlock …”

“Not likely to, am I?” he asked the night sky.

It had been nearly a year and a half since he’d found out the truth about the Victor Trevor case. And with it, a renewed sense that maybe Mycroft was right …? Alone was safe. Alone protected him.

So,

He’d added a layer of acidity to his demeanour; began calling himself a High Functioning Sociopath to all of his newest acquaintances; and found himself popping his coat collar up more often … Avoiding those around him, even when they tried to engage.

Lestrade was the hardest to shake. He seemed to take Sherlock’s renewed efforts as a sign that he needed more companionship. Not less.

He hoped at least that his latest efforts hadn’t offended Greg too much … ? It was almost too easy pretending to forget his given name …

And it seemed that it was working … mostly.

He took a long pull of his cig and watched the smoke curl upwards, the only grey in a starlit, cloudless sky ... and wrapped his coat closer against the wind.

A walk would be good. Clear his head.

. At least he wasn’t the only one going sleepless tonight.

. The thought was somehow oddly … comforting.

“Hey, sunshine!” John peeked in the doorway to find his daughter blinking and stretching the next morning … and smiled at the sight.

“Ready to get up and have some pancakes, kiddo?”

Rosie couldn’t get out of bed fast enough!

Her squeals of delight echoing down the stairs and around the flat as she chased him down the hall and around the kitchen. Floppy bunny dragging and bouncing behind …

“Molly! Have you seen my-”

Sherlock burst into the laboratory with more than his usual sense of urgency …

He was wearing the look of a man who had obtained little-to-no sleep, and Molly doubted if he had stopped moving since his departure the night before. There were telltale rings below his eyes and a harried expression she couldn't quite pinpoint, hiding in them.

Not that sleeplessness was that unusual … for Sherlock …

. …But the unmistakable smell of cigarettes that trailed behind him, however … was …

“This?” She asked, “Sherlock? You left it on the table.” She lifted the object in question over her head.

Sherlock swirled around, took it without comment, and rushed immediately, to leave …

“Oh!” she added, halting him mid-stride, on his way out, “I also finished up your report? You uh … you left a few things unfinished, last night? and I know how you like the details …? So I-”

Her cheerful smile made him stop and scowl in response, before the mask fell away. He hadn't expected that. “Yes …” Sherlock replied, stepping forward. He took the pages, his mind still clearly somewhere else … as he ducked and gave her a hurried peck on the cheek, "thank you, Molly.” he whispered.

Contrite.

It was an apology for something?

. … the next second he was swooshing away, again, and Molly tried to get back to her work, thinking he was gone.

It surprised her then,

When he was still there, a moment later …

. Halted in the doorway. Hand at this pocket.

She saw a flutter of pages as he pulled them out - and couldn't quite read the expression on his face at this angle …

. As he slowly crumpled one up … and tossed it into the bin with a catch of his breath.

Then he tucked her report back in his pocket, and was gone.

Before she could say a word …

. He had missed the bin.

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Molly wandered over to pick whatever it was up from the floor …

Her radio playing quietly in the corner.

The familiar jingle teasing recent episodes of 'Your Feelings and You':

. “Steadfast in Belfast” … the voice announced, followed by a sound clip of the frustrated caller

. ... “I feel like the more faithful I am … the more he cheats-? ” …

. “Cancelled in Cardiff” …

. “our whole honeymoon was a nightmare!” …

. “Manchester Doppelganger”

. … “he dated me for my sister!”

. … and … “Sleepless in London” …

. “John? What was so special about your wife?" ...

. "Oh ..." *sigh* ... "well ... It was a million tiny little things, that… Somehow, just meant we fit together? … And I knew ... the very first time we touched … Like finding a missing puzzle piece, you didn't know you had lost ..."

As she stooped to pick up the crumpled piece of lined paper from the ground ... she couldn't help the hopeful pulse beating in her chest ...

These were drafts of some sort ... ? Maybe ... a letter?

Her hand covered her mouth in surprise, as it dawned on her, exactly what she was reading:

. Dear John,

. To little Rosie,

. Dear Dr. John Watson (and Little Watson),

. I know we're supposed to write 'Sleepless and Daughter' or some such nonsense under a misguided attempt at anonymity, however the attempt seemed feeble, if not futile. You will see my return address on this correspondence, and I find no reason to avoid transparency.

. Also, do not be alarmed as your name was simple to deduce. Ruling out the other seven that begin with Wat including Waterhouse and Waterman (more commonly to be found in America these days) and the Asian forms of Watanabe or Wattana (seeing as you yourself are not Asian); That left only a few choices, and your accent bore hints of Scottish descent. It was not a guess.

. I should say first, that I have never written a letter like this before in my life, and am unlikely to do so ever again (yes, everyone begins a letter to a stranger this way. I realise the irony of such an idiotic statement). And as you are no doubt getting inundated with piles of letters, you are tired of seeing this already.

. I do not listen to the radio.

. I was forced to overhear your brief and fascinating conversation the other night by a coworker.

. I wanted to ask you

. My only regret in listening, is I regret that the radio host interrupted you, before you could tell us what invalided you out of the military prematurely? And how you ended up as a London GP. Which you are. You are also an excellent marksman, despite your humility in that regard, and no doubt have many hidden talents to be uncovered. Although your true talent is being wasted. You are clearly a storyteller and should be writing.

. No, I have not looked up your records. Although it would be an incredibly simple to do so. Seeing as how my brother practically runs the British Government. Nor will I make any attempts to search your profile online. I doubt you have an internet presence, under the circumstances, and something tells me it would not tell the whole story of who you are, even if you did. Again, to the writing. If you do not journal or keep even a private blog, I would be incredibly surprised.

. All of this to say ...

. *If* you are still reading this AND

. *If* you are still single this time next year (which I doubt) …

. I would invite you to try an experiment with me:

. I will be waiting at the top of Big Ben at midnight, New Year's Eve with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. As I can tell you're a hopeless romantic and I doubt you've seen the view from up there (there are few who have).

. At the very least I can promise a memorable night for you - even if you decide I am not, ultimately your type, or even your preferred sexual orientation. And no, I do not expect anything of you but your company and a toast to ring in the new year (just so we're clear).

. Do give brave little Watson my best regards. I have no doubt she will grow up to be a game changer in whatever field of study she pursues. Not unlike her father. in whatever path she chooses in life.

. And please inform her (if you haven't already) that being single is not the worst crime. Not living your life to the fullest however, might be.

. Do take care, John.

. Sincerely,

. Sherlock Holmes

. P.S. If you do not reply, I will assume you have torn this letter up. And I could hardly blame you. I would have. And might still.

“Oh, my … g-”

She snuck a glance again at the door, to verify that Sherlock had not returned-? And caught her reading? … The colour rising to her cheeks at the mere thought!

Her hand hovered over the bin …

. … but she just couldn't bring herself to toss it.

Sherlock had written this-? Had agonized over it for hours-?

And then … just … binned it?!

She tucked it in her own pocket for a while … muddling over the problem.

Sherlock being gay shouldn't have come as a surprise. It seemed like all the guys she was falling for were ... that guy in IT last month had seemed the most promising …

Maybe Sherlock had caught onto it sooner, because of his own orientation?

As the radio played on and on, and John and Rosie's voices made an appearance throughout her evening … it kept drawing her thoughts back to the letter burning a hole in her pocket.

Perhaps she should give it back to him? Encourage him to send it?

She texted Mike, asking if he knew when Sherlock might be coming back by?

A text reply pinged almost immediately:

. Caught a plane to Italy? Didn't he?

. Said something about being gone a few weeks.

Molly blinked. No wonder he had been in a rush!

Even so, a decision was softly forming in her mind.

She opened up a new doc and began typing up a finished draft of the letter for Sherlock ... softening some of its edges ... and hit print.

She had seen a glimpse of something different ...

. Something Sherlock wanted ...

. The real Sherlock.

Not the armour plated one he presented.

. And re-reading the letter as she typed it ... she realized ...

. He would never have really allowed himself to try:

'I will assume you have torn this letter up. And I could hardly blame you. I would have. I might still.'

He had built himself too many outs.

She decided to include the original draft in the envelope, along with the finished letter. For its honesty. Determined to post it to the Radio program without a chance to second-guess her actions:

. Attn: Dr. Irene Adler

. Radio KKRX The Heart of London

. 35A Leicester Square, Suite 6

. Covent Garden, London WC2H 7LA

Then took a deep breath as she stuck a little love heart on it to seal the envelope,

and made her way to the post.

Hoping … Sherlock wouldn't hate her forever, if he found out.

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twist & lick by @witblogi

sidgenoanna (2019, explicit, 4.5k)

Hey followers, we’re looking for friends in the Miami area who would be interested in joining us in bed. This time we’re looking for a male, preferably athletic build, Zhenya likes a good ass on his men. Has to be willing to be filmed and be of legal age. Apply at the link below with a bio and some photos and we’ll get in contact if we like what we see. AKA Sid signs up to be a third in a porno

“Point is, I maybe already applied for you while you were washing your jizz off.” Nate sheepishly turned the computer to him, showing him a notification that read Thank you, your application was successfully submitted.

“Nate!”

“It was an executive decision!” Nate scrambled up to be kneeling on the bed, “You’re like the saddest town bachelor, moping around wanting a lifetime movie or some shit. You don’t even see half the people around you gagging to suck your dick! You need to get laid and have some fun and get out of your head.”

our first OT3 rec!

something i've discovered about my own personal hockey RPF reading preferences is that about 90% of the time i gravitate to fics that are in-universe—meaning, one or both of them are hockey players. something about exploring the relationship within the 'real' world, figuring out how they fit together in the context of what we know of their actual relationship, is so compelling to me.

but then there are fics like this one.

what a fun read this is. the premise is absolutely sizzling—sid is subscribed to geno and anna's sex vlogs, and they're looking for a third because geno likes men with nice asses? yes, please, a thousand times over sign me up for this.

sid's friendship with nate only makes a brief appearance, but it adds so much to the story—sid's friend who's cheerfully intrusive and boundaryless and absolutely essential to moving everything forward and pushing sid into what will ultimately be the best decision of his life is the exact perfect role for him.

geno and anna's relationship, even when all we're seeing of it is through sid's eyes as he's watching their videos, absolutely overflows with love and affection. the dialogue is absolutely perfect—funny and sweet, but sexy as hell too. and folding sid into their dynamic is as natural as breathing. the three of them just fit, in a way that can be so hard to pull off when you're adding a third person to an established relationship.

and the sex scenes? god damn. threesomes can be awkward to write—who's doing what, where are everyone's hands, is it physically possible for three people to be doing that when they're lying on a bed—and witblogi manages to both perfectly express and move past the initial awkwardness in a way that feels so real, yet ideal—exactly the way a meant-to-be threesome would go.

this fic is incredibly hot, incredibly sweet, and the end is touching enough that it left a lump in my throat. it's the perfect summer treat—warm and sun-soaked and filled with indulgence.

(also, shoutout to sid's underboob sweat reference—a problem us chesty gals are all-to-familiar with 😂 one of the many, many charming little details that will leave you grinning ear to ear while reading)

read it here on ao3!

and don't forget to leave a comment <3

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Rend what little flesh

CW: Abuse, minor gore

This is set when Vril's very young, exact age depends on what timeline you subscribe to.

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A moment of inaction, of carelessness, is all it takes. A pair of tongs, stained dark red from hours of work, slip out of his clammy grip and clatter to the tiled floor with a sound that might as well have been deafening for how it echoes between the tiled walls. He, who doesn't yet know a name nor title, watches helplessly as the tongs still in front of him and the clanging gradually subsides. It is too late. He should pick them up. His teeth sink into his lower lip – pungent copper fills his mouth.

A hand falls heavy on his shoulder, daring him to crumble beneath its weight. Every fibre of his being screams against it, urges him to move forward or out or away or somewhere, anywhere but here and now. Yet he remains, for he knows that there is no somewhere, no place to run. He keeps his spine straight and his breathing shallow, trying to appear perfectly still as he steels himself for what is to come.

“It seems I have once again misjudged the depths of your incompetency.” With curling fingers the hand presses him down, cold points digging into his shoulder with more force than any normal hand could ever exert. He tries to ignore it, to remain. Something cracks in his shoulder and then, with a single loud snap, breaks. It’s a sharp sting of pain that blossoms out like a devouring flame, as if a serrated knife sinks into his flesh, every edge goring the wound ever wider. He yelps, the sound wordlessly forcing apart his lips before he has the good sense to remember to keep them shut.

“More whining,” his father snarls. “You forget yourself, child. I don’t care for your failures, nor your whimpering, yet you continuously whimper and whine instead of doing the one job you were created to do.” His father shoves him to the floor and he hits the cold tile face first, his nose breaking with an audible crack and searing pain, rattling his teeth and flooding his mouth with another wave of acrid copper. This time he manages to resist the urge to vocalise, once again pressing his teeth into his tattered, stinging bottom lip. A single muddy thought thanks the stars that at least his teeth have been spared this time. They haven’t been regrowing right recently.

“It would be a mercy to end your neophytic existence before you realise what you are. Any of the other subjects could replace you and be of more use than you have ever been.” As his father speaks he crawls onto his side and curls in on himself, his shoulder screaming in red hot protest with every movement. His body is growing stiffer by the moment, every movement more of an effort than the last. The sting of copper overwhelms his caved in sinuses, burning like he’s drowning, and there’s a darkness crowding the edge of his blurry vision that threatens to swallow him whole with each new, laboured breath. “Are you paying attention?” It’s only with great effort that he manages to whine in response.

“I should not have permitted you to awaken, much less to live long enough to prove your incompetency to such an undeniable extent.” He dares a glance up at the towering shape of his father, looking much the same as it did that day he took his first breaths. Tall, imposing, leering down at him with empty eyes. His eyes were organic then – many parts of him were – but other than that he’s indeed much the same. They both are. “Many before you have lost their lives for much less. Perhaps it’s time you finally joined them.”

He wants to kill him. Rend what little flesh he has left clean from his bones with his own hands until the very room they stand in is drenched dark green, his own skin slick and warm and reeking of that horrible copper. If only he could force his heavy, aching body to stand, to let him sink his teeth into warm flesh, to claw at the skin and let chipped nails catch on it until it splits open beneath them like an overripe fruit that's been left out in the sun. To rip and tear and hear him wail in agony and to see all those who came before in the mirror images of his wide-open, dying eyes.

The Tyrants would execute him.

They’d win.

And they’d recreate his father, use his own discoveries to create something new. Something worse, undoubtedly. Bones of steels and tendons of thick wires. Dark, viscous liquid in plastic veins and a brain that is little more than a link in a million tethered network. Reconfigure him in their own image.

He cannot kill him. Not yet, he thinks, as his body gives in to the darkness.

#this is technically set during the renaissance #on earth that is #vril dox ii #brainiac #vril dox #my writing #I'm going for a slightly younger/less robotic Brainiac too but idk if that translates

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