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astonmartinii · 9 months

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hii, can i request an insta au for lando? i don’t have something particular in mind, bit maybe best friends to lovers kinda thing? and their friends teasing them/ being annoyed? <33 love your work!!

best friends 4 ever | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x bff!reader

best friends? lovers? who knows?

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yourusername: clubbing on a budget 🍒

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user1: where's lando?

user2: yet another post without lando, have they broken up?

user3: how can they be broken up if they aren't together?

user4: why do you people think lando and y/n doing things separately is illegal?

user5: why weren't you at the race?

yourusername: babes i'm just a bartender i do not have the schedule or the finances to just fuck off to saudi arabia for three days sorry xx

user5: you clearly had the weekend off?

yourusername: please refer to my previous statement on my financial standing

yourbff1: who is that stunning woman?

yourusername: u bestie

landonorris: glad you went with outfit choice number one

yourusername: thank you miranda priestly

oscarpiastri: so that's who i could hear you talking to...

yourusername: clubbing outfits are a serious business oscar

oscarpiastri: serious enough for a three hour call?

yourusername: YES.

landonorris: YES.

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landonorris: mood before the race v after the race, see you next year jeddah 🇸🇦

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user6: what driving a tractor does to a motherfucker

yourusername: what's a performance where a man is having the worst time of his life but looks sexy doing it?

landonorris: beauty is pain

yourusername: then you must be suffering

user7: mr and miss we're not dating flirting up a storm in the comments as per

carlossainz55: maybe focus less on modelling and more on driving

yourusername: so no more ferrari thirst traps?

carlossainz55: damn i forgot that coming for lando means dealing with you

yourusername: meet me in the parking lot chilli

landonorris: y/n is like my little chihuahua so come for me, watch your ankles

user8: do they think we're dumb?

danielricciardo: ah the classic post mclaren snooze, if only you had your cuddle buddy

landonorris: i know you miss me mate but i'll cuddle you in melbourne

danielricciardo: ok. not what i meant. but i'll take the free cuddles

user9: so he was defo referring to y/n, right?

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daniel3.jpeg: any wagon need a third wheel, i'm practically a professional now?

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user12: confirmation? this is confirmation, right? RIGHT?

yourusername: i gave you that banjo in good faith daniel and this is how you repay me?

daniel3.jpeg: i appreciate her !!!! thank you for my lessons, but these are cute so i will not be deleting sorry not sorry

yourusername: ur right we are serving

user13: life is just not fair

user14: official cause of death: the third slide

landonorris: how relegated to just an arm, i see how it is daniel

yourusername: you are literally the definition of pookie bear and cutieful in the first pic

landonorris: i'm going to need you to never say those words ever again

yourusername: that's not what you said last night ...

landonorris: you're right i am pookie bear

user15: actual pics + comments = y'all can no longer say i'm being delusional.

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f1wagsupdates: lando norris spotted on his boat in monaco with an unknown woman. the pair looked flirty and spent the whole day together alone on the boat. norris' rumoured girlfriend y/n y/ln was back in the u.k. where she works as a bar tender. what do you think?

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user18: i'm so confused rn

user19: i know we never had concrete confirmation but my heart is broken for y/n right now

user20: i don't want to jump to any conclusions, men and women can be friends, there's nothing in these photos that suggest anything more than friendship

user21: they're literally holding hands in the second pic

user20: i hold my friends hands every time i jump in the water doesn't mean i'm with them

user22: but the pic in danny's post .... i don't even know anymore

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user25: so like is this a dig after those pics of lando and the random girl?

user26: i know this is sad and all, but that kebab looks banging please tell us where you got it

yourusername: camden market babes

yourbff1: sexy girl, sexy food and sexy photography

yourusername: best photographer i know

user27: SHADE LANDP.JPEG YOU WERE NEVER THAT GIRL

landonorris: camden kebabs without me? offended.

yourusername: doing a lot of things without each other recently.

maxfewtrell: could've at least invited me i love that place

user28: oof. i feel like i shouldn't be watching this

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lando.jpeg: appreciation post for my bestest friend forever and the love of my life. i didn't want to give any attention to the rumours going around so i thought i'd just let you know i'm in love, i've been in love for years and will be in love with her for the rest of my life.

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user29: okay, now the confirmation is here, idk what to do with myself

user30: i survived the y/n x lando slow burn

yourusername: i love you too bob

lando.jpeg: i love you more, can't wait to see you

yourusername: i'm never letting you leave again

user31: so like you're gonna deny being all up close and personal with a random girl on the boat

landonorris: not that i owe you people anything, that girl is my cousin, she was visiting monaco and i showed her around. but it shouldn't matter, you guys don't know me personally and stop assuming things about athletes' personal lives.

yourusername: what he said.

carlossainz55: FINALLY

danielricciardo: i literally don't know how much longer i could've kept this a secret

oscarpiastri: i think we deserve a reward

charles_leclerc: i second this

maxverstappen1: i third this

maxfewtrell: i fourth this

yourusername: alright, alright we get it

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yourusername: i guess we owe our parents £50 xx

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user32: bro this shit has me straight up crying THIS AINT EVEN MY RELATIONSHIP

oscarpiastri: you guys are cute i'll give you that

yourusername: teammate stamp of approval get it @landonorris

oscarpiastri: i think you guys got that after i walked in on you after silverstone

landonorris: our bad lol

user33: this reads like a fanfic but they're so cute

maxverstappen1: awww lando was so cute in that first pic, what went wrong?

yourusername: u and kelly look like siblings, don't come for us

maxverstappen1: u got it

landonorris: i love you fairy princess

yourusername: i love you racer boy

note: enjoyyyyyyyyyyyy. i originally wrote this a while back but it deleted itself when my laptop had a meltdown. so this is a bit diff but i hope you like it anyway !! xx

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris insta au #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 8 days

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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic is a Roommate AU!

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James is slowly going mad.

No, not even slowly. He's fallen straight into madness, and he doesn't know how to save himself.

When Sirius asked if one of his course mates, Remus Lupin, could move in for a while, of course, he said yes. Remus had been going through something, and James is always happy to help. Not only that, but Remus is bloody brilliant. He went from being shy, fairly withdrawn, to a hilarious, witty person who James is happy to call his friend.

Sirius clearly doesn't just want to call Remus his friend.

James doesn't think he can watch the two of them practically undressing each other with their eyes at breakfast, accidentally reaching for the same thing and blushing like idiots while they apologise, or trying their hand at fucking awful flirting. It's getting painful, the clear fact that they've fallen for one another right in front of them, while they dance around it like they've never been certain of anything less in their lives.

To be perfectly honest, James is starting to wonder if he should just lock them both in a room and-

"S'fine, I don't care," Sirius' voice cuts through James' thought process as he steps out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. James looks up just in time to watch Remus following behind him hurriedly. So quickly that he almost walks directly into Sirius when he stops and turns around to face him. "I'm not carrying you through the project just because you forgot you had shit to do, though. You can do your part later."

"When have I not done my work, Sirius? Christ, at this point I thought you'd trust me. I already apologised for forgetting!"

"Mhm, and I've already said I don't care. Go have fun on your date, Remus," Sirius says back, just a hint of bitterness settling in his words. It really does sound like he cares.

Remus must be thinking the same thing, because he walks out without saying another word. Sirius immediately heads to the fridge, dropping his head against the door and letting his shoulders slump with a sigh.

"Oh, Sirius, you're a fucking idiot," Sirius groans to himself under his breath. James chuckles.

"Agreed."

"Jesus buggering Christ!" Sirius jumps a mile, practically falling into the counter as he whips his head around to face James. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Long enough to watch that trainwreck," James answers simply. For some reason, Sirius seems to decide that it's the perfect time to play dumb.

"What d'you mean? It's fine, Remus is just..."

"Going on a date," James fills in. "With someone who isn't you. Which, by the way, is really bloody stupid of him, so at least you've got that in common."

"No, that's not- I don't..."

All James needs to do is arch an eyebrow, and Sirius' shoulders slump.

"Okay, fine, yeah. I really like him."

"No, really?" James asks sarcastically. At Sirius' unamused look, he keeps talking. "Sirius, I'm not being funny, you should see the way he looks at you when you're not looking. Or even when you are, actually. I'm surprised you haven't seen it! You should have asked him out months ago."

"God, I've really fucked it up, haven't I?" Sirius groans, scrubbing a face over his hand. "I wanted to tell him ages ago, I swear! It's just, he-" Sirius drops down into the chair opposite James, eyes fixed on his hands. "He was going through a lot, and then I was asking him if he wanted to move in before I knew what I was saying! How am I meant to tell him anything when he's living in the same flat as me? That could go so wrong, James. I could literally ruin everything!"

Okay, James is at a loss for words. That's... a lot, and Sirius is clearly stressed out. He opts for reaching across the small table and squeezing Sirius' shoulder. Before he can say anything comforting, though, a rustle comes from the door. Someone's trying to get in, and if they have a key, they're really struggling to use it.

Sirius walks over to the door with a confused frown, pulling it open to find Remus, key held out and a stunned expression on his face. James watches the two of them hesitate in front of one another for a moment.

"Remus? What-?"

Before he can say another word, Remus expression fixes to one that James can only describe as determined, before he surges forward and connects his and Sirius' lips. Sirius staggers backwards for a moment, caught by Remus hands sliding around his waist as he reaches his own up to the nape of Remus' neck.

James doesn't know whether or not he should be averting his eyes. Thankfully, they decide that for him, Remus pulling away and starting to speak hurriedly.

"I got halfway down the street and realised that I was being so fucking stupid. I really like you, Sirius. I have for so long, and I guess I thought maybe a date would help me get over it but, God, all I wanted to do was come back here and see you, so..."

Okay, so they're both idiots.

Still, by the look on Sirius' face, he has a feeling that they're finally getting their act together.

#this almost turned into a looong oneshot #it just made me so happy to write lmfao #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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readychilledwine · 8 months

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Broken

Rhysand x Winter Court OC

A/N- Happy day 3 of my Here's to 100 week! I wanted to give angst a try a few weeks ago, and I am kind of proud, kind of not proud of this piece. I think this is something that could become more, and I've left it open to more, but I don't really know if I want this OC to have a happy ending, or a tragic one. If I add to it, it might be a roll of the dice thing to decide.

Summary - Rhysand is finally home from the Mountain, but he's home with news that shatters Aelia, his wife's world, from under her feet.

Warnings - alludes to a panic attack kind of angsty.

Part Two Part Three

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This wasn't a conversation Rhysand wanted to have with Aelia. "It's not your fault," she whispered softly. "It's just the hand you were dealt. I get it." She stood and began to move to walk out of the room. She needed to leave the room. Panic had set into her chest, tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

"Aelia," he strained out. "Please."

His heart was breaking as she dropped her hand from the door and looked up. He watched her hand run through her hair again. The snow blonde curls were a mess from her hands constantly running through it and pulling at it. He wanted nothing more than to brush it, to bring her to his bed, and to play with it. "Rhys, I need time. You need time."

"You're my wife. The mother of my child." His voice held a tone of desperation.

"And she's your mate? I can't win here Rhys." Rhysand stood. Caging her body between him and the doorway. His head rested on her shoulder. "I need to go, Rhys. I can't watch this."

"Please don't leave me." Her eyes squeezed shut as tears began to openly fall. He was breaking behind her, and she was shattering before him. Hundreds of years of love, of laughter, of joy. Hundreds of years, just gone.

"What am I supposed to do, Rhysand? Sit here and warm your bed until she realizes Tamlin isn't the one? I need to start looking for somewhere for Nyx and I to go."

"Your place is here. Our son's place is here. I don't want her, Aelia." His voice cracked as he began to sob. "I've only ever wanted you. I love you. I'm in love with you."

Aelia wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe none of this mattered. That the female he was bound to didn't matter. She knew it did, though. She knew this changes everything between them. "You found your mate, Rhys. That's going to change."

His eyes were squeezed shut as he forced her into his chest. "No, it won't. I'll reject the bond." She shook her head softly. Azriel would murder her if she asked this of Rhysand. Azriel had dreamed of finding his mate. He had begged them to think getting married through, but they impulsively had. And Rhys had sworn her in as High Lady. And now they had a son together. A son who was 60 and would understand exactly what all of this meant.

"I can't ask you to do that, Rhysand."

"You aren't asking me to. I am telling you I'm going to." He forced her to turn in his arms, pulling her tight to his chest and holding her. "Just give me time, snowflake, please." She nodded. The smallest smile broke onto Rhysand's face, not reaching his eyes, as he kissed her roughly.

(1 Month later)

Cassian watched in silence as Nyx packed his things. His high lady was not dumb, but the choice she was making was stupid. And her son was blindly following right behind her. "This isn't necessary," Azriel said softly to their nephew. "Talk to him first."

"What is there to talk about," Nyx turned to Azriel. "How about the fact that he fucked someone besides mom for past 50 years. Or the fact that the first thing he says to mom isn't something caring or loving. It's "I found my mate." Azriel and Cassian shared a look as Nyx threw a few weapons into his bag.

"We've given him a month and now he's in Spring. With his mate. Instead of here with mom and me. Do you know how much I've actually seen my so-called father since he came home?" Nyx looked at Azriel, a raven brow raised. They all knew the answer to that question.

Rhys had not made time for his son, nor his wife. When his own dreams weren't turning every waking moment of his reality into a nightmare, Feyre's were destroying him slowly from the inside. The moments Rhys spent with Aelia were spent loudly arguing. They were spent with the couple in tears as their relationship finally had to face 50 years of strain and hardship.

Nyx threw the shirt he was holding into his suitcase. His anger and sadness were radiating from him. "We're leaving. It's what's best for mom, for me, and probably for Rhysand." They knew better than to argue with the young male. The love Nyx had for his mother had always, and would always trump everything. Including his loyalty to his court, to the warbands, to his uncles.

"You are the heir to the Night Court," Azriel said slowly. "He isn't going to let either of you go without a fight."

Nyx shook his head. "I don't give a fuck what I am to him. Carthanian, heir, illyrian soldier. I am my mother's son first." Aelia came back down the stairs with the bag she had been packing. She had been crying, but she forced a smile for her son. She had been forcing a strong outward appearance for the court and Inner Circle for the past month. She held her hand out to Nyx as he picked up his bag.

"Are you sure, Nyxie?" They knew she gave him the choice. She had told Nyx he was welcome to stay. That she wouldn't hold it against him, but her son had picked her. He nodded to her, grabbing her hand in his and walking with her. Azriel knew where they were going, and Aelia knew her brother in law would know. She also knew he would not tell Rhysand until he knew if her heart was safe in his hands again.

Azriel followed them to the door, his hand on her back as he whispered softly in her ear that he would be trailing them until he knew they were safe, that he would be checking in, that he loves them. Azriel watched as they winnowed with one last look shared between him and Aelia.

"He's going to lose his fucking mind," Cassian whispered. Azriel nodded to him slowly. "Does she know he's in Spring rejecting the bond right now?"

"No. All Mor told her is that he went to Spring."

Rhysand came home, hours later, to an empty house. The faelights were dim and the scent of his wife and son was fading as if they had not been here recently.

"Aelia! Nyx!" He walked around the Riverhouse. Checking every room for them. Each door opened felt like a nail pounding into a coffin as he found empty room after empty room. He stopped as soon as he hit his wife's office. Hands shaking and silently praying to anyone who'd listen she would be inside. He opened the door and felt hope leave him.

An envelope with his name sat neatly on her desk, and Azriel and Cassian were in the room. The two refused to look at him as Azriel handed Rhysand the letter.

Rhysand,

By time you're reading this, Nyx and I will have left. Mor let me know that you were going to Spring. That you were planning to see your mate. I do not want to stand in the way of your happiness.

I know we always promised each other joy and peace. We just had hoped it would never come to us not being the source of those things for each other. You have brought me more joy and happiness in the past 300 years than I deserved to know, Rhysand. It is only fair I give you the same chance to find that.

Please know I gave Nyx the choice to stay. I let him know I love him either way, that you love him either way. Ultimately, we would both want him to be where he felt happiest. He made the choice to come with me. He said he may come back at some point, but his anger at this situation is… strong at the moment. I'll continue to try to talk to him and try to get him to come at least to the Moonstone Palace once a week to meet with you. Please try to understand things from his side. He's young. He's impulsive. He's hurting. This isn't what he had in mind, nor what he ever pictured, all those years he'd dream and talk about "when daddy came home." He loves you, Rhys. He's just lost right now. We all are.

I love you, Rhysand. I hope you find the bliss you need and deserve.

Forever yours,

Aelia

Rhysand read the note over and over. "Where did she go," he growled. "Why did Mor not tell her why I was in Spring."

"We don't know," Cassian said. "We haven't seen Mor since she told Aelia."

"Where is she, Azriel?" The shadowsinger looked at his brother, taking a sip of the whiskey he had poured himself. "Az, where are my wife and son?"

Azriel shook his head. "They need time, Rhys. You also need time. You need to heal. To regain a grip on yourself and your surroundings. You rejected your mate, Rhys. For her and Nyx's safety, I need to keep you away from her."

Rhys felt his hands shaking, tears beginning to fall. He felt his world crashing down around him. "I didn't even have to reject the bond. I spoke with Feyre about it and she did it. She flat out asked me why I'd be dumb enough to believe she'd leave the male she gave her life for just because of the Cauldron." Rhys chuckled bitterly. "And now my wife and son are gone." They watched as Rhysand sat down in a chair, staring out the window.

Azriel knew this was a guilt trip. He nodded, playing with Aelia's favorite pen. "I will not tell you where they are. You will not guilt me into it, and if you command me to, Rhysand, I will never forgive you." Azriel stood and walked to the window. "I promise you she is safe. I have a shadow trailing both of them."

Rhysand scoffed lightly, refusing to look his way. "It is good to know where your loyalty truly lies, Azriel. Get out, both of you. I want to be alone."

Cassian looked at Az, then Rhys. Azriel was taking the insult. He did not argue. He did not bite back. He was refusing to give Rhysand the fight the male clearly thought he needed. "Rhys, she-"

"Get. Out." The faelights flickered with Rhysand's anger, tendrils of darkness and mist flaring around him. "I'll find her myself. Since my spymaster is incapable of giving me the High Lady's location." Another insult Rhysand knew deep down his brother did not deserve.

He waited until the door shut, until two sets of footsteps and muffled voices faded. Once Rhys knew he was truly alone, he felt the first broken sob fully tear through his throat. He allowed himself this moment to fall apart, to break into one thousand tiny pieces as his heart fell from his chest. He allowed his breathing to become uneven, rushed. He allowed that feeling of nothing, yet everything all at once to hit him. That feeling of never being enough, of being too much.

Cassian found him the next morning asleep on the floor to Aelia's office. "Rhys," he gently touched his shoulder. "Rhys, I have a letter from Nyx. It's for you. I need you to get up." Cassian needed to know the contents of the letter as much as Rhysand would. He shook his brother again, slightly smiling as he stirred.

"Go away, Cassian." Rhysand's voice was like gravel, his eyes still slightly red and swollen. "Why the fuck are you here?"

Cassian held the letter up. "I need you to open this so we both maybe get answers. He won't tell me anything either, Rhys. He says once he knows she's safe from your emotional spiral, he will go get them. So, get yourself up and get your shit together."

Rhysand stared at the letter. At the gently practiced scroll of his son's handwriting. He took the envelope immediately, standing to walk to Aelia's desk, and taking out her letter opener. He read the letter once, then a second time to be sure, and third just in case before handing it to Cassian.

The general read it slowly, processing each delicate curve of his nephew's lettering. "So, they're in Winter?" Rhysand nodded, his jaw tight. "Doesn't Kal believe you-"

"Yes." Cassian paused, knowing why she would have picked there, and knowing Aelia had longed to go home for a while now. "I'm banned from his court as of yesterday morning."

Cassian whispered softly in response. "Nyx is asking you not to come anyways, Rhys. He's asking you to give him and Lia space and time."

Rhysand nodded. "I can read, Cassian. Thank you."

"Then let her go." The high lord shot him a look of shock. Of betrayal. "Let her go and let her come back on her own terms, Rhys. Show her you love her by respecting her wishes. We both know she is going to come back. Remind me of how deeply she told you she loved you?"

"Deeper than the ocean of Summer, stronger than the vines of Spring, with more passion than an Autumn fire."

"And with the purity of a fresh Winter snow." Cassian finished softly. "She'll come home, Rhys."

Rhysand broke down again, and Cassian rushed to him, pulling his brother into a tight hug. "That's so much easier said than done."

"I know."

"I love her." Rhysand sobbed heavily. "Cassian, I love her. I never once thought about leaving her when the bond snapped. She carried my son. She risked her life to give me a baby. She risked her life so I could live my dream of being a father and now its all falling to shit, Cassian."

"I know."

Rhysand openly cried now. Hand forming fists in the back of Cassian's shirt. "I just want them. I love him. I love her." He repeated again.

"I know, Rhys. I know."

#acotar #acotar x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #rhys fic #readychilledwine's heresto100 celebration

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lunavrse · 4 months

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PURELY PLATONIC(?)

CHARLES LECLERC

summary : are yn and charles dating? are they just friends? who cares? well, twitter does. category : smau. note : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. this wasn't supposed to be my 1st fic posted but it is what it is.

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youruser thought we'd agreed that you'd never call that in public ever again

charles_leclerc no, you said that, i was silent

user2 were you silent or were you silenced😭

youruser you're such a pain in my arse

charles_leclerc you love me really

youruser unfortunately

username67 SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP SOBBING

user08 they're so friends to lovers coded

username12 SHE DIDN'T DISAGREE!!!

pierregasly didn't you see her 2 months ago? when you flew out to see her

charles_leclerc that was forever ago

pierregasly *cough*whipped*cough*

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user8 I SAW THAT, YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME

user92 HE FLEW OUT TO SEE HER😭😭

user5 did anyone see pierres deleted comment or was it just me?

user16 no, I saw it too

user7 me too!

landonorris relax bro, no one's taking her away from you

charles_leclerc I'd like to see someone try lol

user99 adding lol to the end of your sentence didn't make it less threatening 💀

user420 *joker voice* why so serious??

user111 LANDO, WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS??? ANSWER ME PLS, I AM IN YOUR WALLS

lunavrse pls pretend the manips look good👍 also the last one is just a random picture bc I couldn't edit it the way I wanted

user25 what the fuck are you on about?

user72 what is bro yapping about?❗💀

user7 WHO LET BLUD COOK⁉️❓❗❗

user222 monaco's finest😋

user00 them in the 1st pic have my heart

user000 UGH,, HIS DIMPLES!!!!

mutualfriend she's serving and then there's you

user777 two pretty best friends🤭

user66 two besties😁

user33 yeah... besties...

user92 REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD...

user29 REUNITED CAUSE WE UNDERSTOOD

user929 i love this song

user127 I KNOW Y'ALL SEE THE "MY" INFRONT OF THE PETNAME

user24 WE LOVE TO SEE IT

user9 that's honestly so fucking cute I'm crying

user88 charles repping ferrari where ever he goes!!!

user237 suprised it's only the one tbh

user228 as he should!!!

user1616 THE WAY HES LOOKING AT HER😭😭😭

user090 face cards never declining ❗

user10 charlito te amo❤️ !!!

user47 never knew i needed this until now

user74 so real bro

user27 please back away from my wife, it's hard enough seeing her with another man and you have the audacity to rub it in my face😭

user123 two best friends in a room... they might kiss

user262 can we talk about how close they are??? like they just seem so touchy!!!

user751 no fr!!! you can't tell me they're not in love with one another

user12 see if he was touching me like this, you'd never see me again because I'd be deceased

user61 so real of you tbh

user767 pls they're so...

user50 im not allowed to see these, im unwell

user44 you look so cute !

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gooppoo · 1 year

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jake's mate degrading and slapping him?? 😳🤷🏻‍♀️ masochist jake??? LMAO SORRY

now you're speaking my language 😎 also putting this in hc form cuz that's how my brain wants it

flipping the script.

Requests Closed!

mdni.

warnings: ur on the ride of your life miss girl, slapping, swearing, degrading, p in v intercourse, creampie

Jake had mentioned before he'd like to experiment

Initially you thought maybe letting things get more rough for you

Bondage? Hair pulling?

Oh, you were naive.

"I was thinking, actually..." he picked at his food, "you would top."

This left you puzzled, "Jake, I have been on top before."

"No," he cleared his throat, "like...you take control. Slap me a little bit or something, I don't know." Clearly this was difficult for him to express.

You let the idea marinate in your mind; it didn't immediately turn you off, but you weren't sure if you would like it until you tried it

"Alright." You grinned reassuringly, and Jake's tail swung excitedly.

Let's get up to speed:

Just like Jake had requested, you took the reigns and remained off the ground for the most part

To be transparent...you both noticed the mild power trip you were riding through this entire endeavor

For starters, you dipped your toes in by cumming twice on Jake's charming features - making a point to not hold back your stern instructions

"Faster," he picked up the pace of his tongue, but not enough, "I said faster slut!"

There was orgasm one

Orgasm two looked more like this:

"Shut up and stick your tongue out," you said before dragging your sloppy cunt across his mouth and nose

Now you were ready for the main event, teasing Jake before settling your hips down on him entirely

You rolled your hips along his length, letting it part your folds and nudge your sensitive clit

"Baby - c'mon put it in please-"

Hesitantly, you let the back of your palm crack over his jaw

There was a tense moment of silence and stillness

Then Jake's eyes exploded with carnal lust, which meant yours did too

"Oh...that was pathetic." You scoffed, and took him in you with swiftness

"Shit-!" Jake choked out, you were prompt to bite at him, "Keep quiet, you're making me sick."

At this Jake bit his lip and let his head lull onto the ground

Truthfully, a twinge of fright kept him complying to your orders, the rest was a disturbing curiosity

What exactly were you capable of?

A lengthy, wavering sigh sounded from him as you slid up and down his inches

"You should see your face. I didn't know you could be such a man whore."

Your hurtful words made Jake mewl and sink his blunt nails further into your hips

"I bet you want to fuck up into me so bad, yeah? Try it."

He took your teasing as a massive green light, pouring his heart and soul into the few rough thrusts he could squeeze in before you were leaving his face stinging again

He moaned - and here your true reign of power began

"Did you really think you'd get away with that? Am I making you that fucking dumb?" He groaned, eyes flickering from your waist to your cruel stare, "Gonna answer me? Or just stare with your mouth wide open like a bitch?"

"S-sorry, fuck-" he managed, letting his gaze fall back into his skull

You didn't accept this, "'Sorry? ' Maybe I am fucking you dumb."

With a stifled whine, Jake found more of his voice, "Y-yes you are-! So good, so good to me. Shoulda listened to you baby."

"Much better."

Admits all your humiliating insults and assaults, you couldn't deny the satisfying way Jake stuffed you

Or the way your clit faintly caressed his naval as you reached your hilt and his tip dusted your cervix

Soon enough your energy transferred to using him as a means to reach your orgasm, and nothing more

Everytime Jake would spew praises your way, you'd either cover his mouth or shut your eyes and ignore him completely to focus on tending to your g-spot

"M-I'm close..." you purred

Your thighs were growing weary and even trembling with fatigue

"I'm tired, finish me off," you ordered, allowing your hips to slow

"But-"

"Do what I say."

Jake nodded feverishly and repositioned himself to ram into you from below

His last few forceful strokes let you catch your breath and lose it in the same moment

It was like his cock was shoved the whole way into your throat with the new depths he achieved

Much to your surprise, his fingers tended to your clit

Though your body language was grateful for this, even gently holding his wrist, you still delivered the degradation he had requested: "You're such a cum slut - just wanna feel me cream all over you-"

Jake dryly chuckled, "Of course I do."

A few more powerful thrusts did the trick

To heighten your orgasm Jake continued to toy with your clit so he could feel you pulse around him

Swearing and gasping through the release of your climax and then feeling Jake finish by coating your walls white

Both of you seemed to call it quits at about the same time, flopping onto his torso and his legs falling to the ground

After while, Jake embraced you and kissed the crown of your head

"How'd I do?" You murmured, snuggling against him

Jake smiled, "I'm sure you can feel it."

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar smut #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you

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cherrybeartoast · 4 months

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things my family (and friends) have said irl as things skz would say

tagging @hannahhbahng since harper was a lil excited about the last one !!!

chris:

"i'm unpredictable. i'm dangerous. i just put on my indicators and went straight."

"aw, thank you, you saved me a spot while i was busy rolling my ankle!"

"and while you finish that off im gonna draw some faces on eggs. because i’m an adult and i can."

"break your mate's hand...assert dominance...actually make sure they have medical insurance first."

*standing in the doorway* "i AM outside. i can feel the wind in my...beanie."

minho:

"if someone hits you, kill their mother."

"yeah, yeah, you don't wear sunscreen bc it makes you feel gross, y what'll feel grosser? chEMOTHERAPY, DUMB BITCH!"

"no offence? there is a fence! i have so many fences, i have a whole ass yard."

"c'mon now you've been through sexual education, you know how these things happen."

"you're not putting on your jumper right. you're meant to like, suffocate three times during the process, it's just sliding on nicely."

"i am jamie oliver reincarnated- oh wait he's not dead yet."

changbin:

"the rabbits eat the carrots and then the carrots eat the...oh wait that doesn't work."

"i'm sorry about my language but...it's fricking lit."

"do you mind if i eat my peanuts?"

"my goodness your hydrangeas are looking SMASHING!"

"is 'flamboyant' a good word to use?"

"those are the beaniest beans i've ever beaned."

hyunjin:

"i said bless you twice. i'm not saying it again."

"they're RECYCLED pants. they're made from crushing OLD PANTS, and turning them into NEW PANTS."

"i'm going to grammar my essay. full stop, full stop...talky marks, another full stop."

"no, because i am an inconsistent queen."

"well it is study skills, you're skilling your studies, studying your skills."

"pft, well, someone owns the moon!"

jisung:

"i sat in the freezer once for like 10 minutes and it was SO COLD."

"and maybe that's just my excessive people pleasing wait does your ear cuff go all the way around okay good."

"and so i tried talking to...i'm about to fall asleep."

"woah...trauma jokes are DEEP."

“eueOEHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! cancelcancelcancelcancelcancel.”

"living that pre-christian lifestyle!"

"you give a fish a man a day, that day, a man a live."

felix:

"you look very nice and golden. like a nice toasted waffle."

"no don't swear! the frog i'm playing in crossy road might be very young."

"I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING WAS FINE STUPID DUOLINGO MAN!"

"no we have to do it prehistorically."

"maybe i identify as a salamander."

"i don't think that's possible, i'm a morning person."

seungmin:

"it's not cheating, it's psychological consultation."

"in the nicest possible way, you look like a white rapper."

"no, i'm not writing CHAPTER THE THIRD, dumbass."

"thanks for the gift but my birthday was like four months ago and this is a library book."

"that never would've happened if you had SAFER CHAIR ETIQUETTE."

"that's like saying oh you have 5mins to answer this questioHA NEVERMIND!"

"MWAHAHAAHA my rat is coming along!"

jeongin:

"they're being PRODUCTED!"

"pretty sure he practices snoring."

"yeah, you love me. but not like that. no homo."

“HOW CAN YOU COMPARE SOMEONE TO A USELESS ORGAN THAT NOBODY LIKES BECAUSE IT EXPLODES?”

"if i just use really descriptive words...anne. frank. died. badly. anne frank died badly by death which is sad because she died by death."

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Whore of an Adeptus

Xiao would do anything to prevent Morax from seeing those pictures, even if it meant letting you fuck him silly

FTM!Xiao x Top!Male Reader

Blackmailing the Pretty Boys Series

Warnings: Xiao Consents But Doesn't Want To Do It, Objectification, Orgasm Denial, Corruption, Daddy Kink, Voyeurism, Sexual Coercion, Manipulation, Mating Press

Words: 1,111

"Xiao. I've got almond tofu!" You call out to him on the balcony of Wangshu Inn.

Xiao appears next to you and takes the almond tofu. "State your purpose." He demands.

"Look familiar?" You show him a picture of him masturbating. From the picture, it looked like it was his first time.

Xiao's eyes widen and he quickly snatches the picture out of your hand. He destroys it instantly.

"Oh no worries." You smile. "I've got copies." You pull out a copy of the picture.

"What do you want?" He asks, voice shaking.

"Let's talk in your room, yeah?"

Xiao grumbles and allows you to enter his room.

"So what do you want?" He asks again.

"I want your body." You reply. Xiao sighs in relief, if it was just something like that he could do it easily.

"What should I do? Fight? Lift?"

You laugh, making Xiao tense up again. "No, I mean I want to have sex with you."

His heart drops and his blood runs cold. "I...Re- refuse."

"Okay. Then I could just show Morax, or Zhongli, the picture. I bet he'd be pretty shocked to see that." You shrug.

Xiao's face flushes red, just the thought of it had him embarrassed. He could never let Morax see that picture.

"You don't want him to see it, do you?" You tilt your head.

"No! Please don't show him!" He shakes his head. He didn't even question how you knew his identity, he was mortified by the idea of being exposed to his master.

"Then strip and bend over." You command. Xiao immediately removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed and bends over for you, it's like he was made to take orders.

He'd do anything to prevent Morax from finding out, even if it meant stripping naked and letting you have your way with him. He values his approval and love over anything else.

His breath becomes uneven when he hears your belt drop to the floor. He knew he had to be strong though. He couldn't kill you so he had no other choice.

"You don't seem like you touch yourself often, am I right?" You rub two of your fingers against Xiao's pussy.

He shook his head, legs about to give in. "That...was my first time."

"Looked like it. But you enjoyed yourself anyway, huh? I also have footage of you coming on your fingers." Without warning, you shoved your fingers into his cunt.

"Ah!" Xiao yelps in surprise. You had pretty big fingers and he was scared to find out the thickness of your cock.

"Your first orgasm must've felt good." You angle your fingers in a way where you hit his g-spot.

"N-not the~ there~!" He moans.

"Feels good?" You smirk, hitting his sweet spot over and over.

"Mm~" He buries his head into his pillow, not wanting to answer. You move your other hand to his dicklit, teasing it.

"No~!" He arches his back, he was going crazy from the stimulation.

"Gonna cum?" You coo.

"Aah~!" His legs shake as squirts on your fingers. He struggles to regain his breath as you pull your fingers out of him. You were unbelievably hard after seeing that.

"Get ready." You warn, prodding your dick against his hole.

Xiao buries his head into the pillow once again, preparing for the pain. You hiss as you bottom out in him.

"I feel lucky. I'm the first one to fuck this pussy." You rub his ass, staying still and allowing him to get used to your size. "Maybe even the last."

Xiao whimpers, he wanted anything but to have you as his first time let alone last. He prayed you would get bored of him and get rid of the evidence.

You start moving at a fast pace, forcing Xiao to grip the sheets for some sort of stability.

He didn't want to admit it but Archons, it felt good. All his worries were slipping away, he was going dumb from your dick pounding into him like he's nothing but a sex doll. And maybe all he wanted to be was a sex doll, a dumb doll used only for your pleasure.

"I- I- Ooh~!" Xiao cries out as he feels his orgasm coming.

"Gonna cum again? I don't know if you deserve to, I haven't even cum yet." You slow your thrusts.

"No! No! (Name) Please!" Xiao begs.

"Call me daddy sweetheart." You pet his head.

"Daddy! Please let me cum!"

"You like being fucked by me?" You ask.

"Yes! I love it! Please keep fucking me!" Xiao nods desperately. You grin, going at a harder pace than before.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Xiao's eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels his orgasm come back. "Aah~!" He squirts again and his body becomes limp. That doesn't stop you from fucking him though.

"Fuck–" You groan, enjoying the way Xiao tightened around your dick. "Close-"

"Yes!" Xiao exclaims. "Cum in- inside me, daddy~! Turn m- me in- into yo- your fuck- fucking seh- sex doll~!"

You come instantly after hearing his words.

"You're just a little whore huh?"

"I'm a whore!" Xiao agrees.

"Want daddy to give you more?" You ask.

"Please!" Xiao nods. Forget what he said before, he definitely wanted you to be his last.

You smirk as you flip him over. You grab his legs and position him into a mating press. "I'll make you into a goddamn sex doll alright." You say before sliding into him again. You didn't even give him a second to adjust, you just started pounding into him with no remorse or concern for him. Just how he wanted it to be.

Xiao's fucked out face was a sight to behold, it only gave you more reason to destroy his cunt.

"More~! More~!" He starts drooling. "Aah~! Daddy~!"

Who knew Xiao would turn out to be such a slut. You were expecting him to fight back in some way but now he's just a bitch in heat. Your bitch in heat.

"So good~!" He bites his lip. "Ooh~ co- coming~!" He squirts over your shirt.

"Goddamn slut–" You grunt.

Xiao becomes unable to say a coherent word, just endless 'ah's and 'ooh's slip from his mouth as you fuck him to your release.

He was definitely overwhelmed from orgasming 3 times and being fucked through his second and third. Despite that he still wanted you to keep fucking him.

"About to– nngh-" You groan, unable to say anything else before you cum.

You try to pull out but Xiao traps you with his legs. He wanted more and hey, who were you to deny him?

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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ok so this might go against the specifics of Na'vi culture/customs, but listen, I'm not a stickler for the rules, and I have an idea. this may or may not become canon to my AU, I haven't decided.

but listen

before neteyam died, he and ao'nung made Tsaheylu (young, dumb, strictly romantic and impulsive decisions made in the woods by two kids who feel like their world is falling down around them, cause why the fuck not).

after, when ao'nung visits neteyam, he swears to his to be forever his.

neteyam tries to reason "we were so young, and let's be honest, that was kinda dumb. if I was still here, sure, but ma'nung you are still so young, you're destined to be chief, you don't have to do this, you don't have to be alone"

and ao'nung is like "I want this, I want to be yours. tsireya can be heir, she can be Tsahìk, she can continue the line of succession, if that's what it will take to be yours. I am not alone ma'teyam, I lost you and Eywa gave me ma'spider, ma'hi'ti (hi'ti is ao'nungs nickname for spider/Hi'i'tsyil). he may not be mate, he isn't, but he is more then my brother, he is my person. it is Eywa's will that I am yours, that I will be yours and not alone. I am yours and yours only, I promise you that ma'teyam."

and neteyam just gives in, cause ao'nung is stubborn and will not be budging, "can't wait for you to break that promise, yawntu (my love)" he jokes, just to spite his lover.

"I won't" ao'nung bites back

"I know, that's why I worry for your skawng ass"

"nga yawne lu oer (I love you)" he chirps, forever cheeky

"yeah yeah, nga yawne lu oer, now go be with your person" he huffs playfully, kissing his mates head.

and ao'nung just smiles, before breaking the connection, opening his eyes to his brother in front of him.

his love for spider is different then his love for neteyam, but equally strong. spider is not his mate, his love isn't romantic, but it would still drive him to kill for the human, to fight to the death of it meant keeping him safe. spider was his person, he felt his brothers heart beating in his own chest (reference to a currently unreleased fic, but fuck is it destroying me), feels the bond Eywa has created between them.

Eywa must have known his stubborn ass would need some company in life, cause he could never break his promise to neteyam, the one stupidly made in the dark of night on the sandy edge of forest oth boys called home.

~~~

I don't know, just the idea of spider and ao'nung being connected by Eywa makes my sad little self happy. it's bittersweet to think about too, cause like, ao'nung being the one to tell neteyam about spider, telling him about his new name, new family. having his other half taken while they were both so young, and still promising himself to only him, and having spider to give him companionship in life.

this was in fact fueled by me hc'ing spider as aroace cause I was projecting, and then crying over aonunete, and then being like... life partners.

anyway

ao'nung being a tirea sa'em (spirit parent, adoptive parent) and making a promise to spider to never fail a child like the Sully's failed him.

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ghoulelegy · 8 months

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A Ghoul's Sick Day

Summary :You wake up one morning feeling rather ill.

Pairing: Copia x Sick Reader

Words: 2222

Contains:

Comfort Gender-Neutral Reader Fluff Cuddling

Read A Ghoul's Sick Day on AO3 - If you prefer that.

Edit: so I am dumb and I couldn't figure out for the life of me how Tumblr works but credit goes out to @ghostussy for a major source of inspiration when it came to writing this fic. Please show them your love too <3

Meant to publish this earlier because I wrote this a while ago but editing my work took a whileeeeee - thank you for your patience <3

The blaring alarm pierced the sanctuary of sleep, yanking you from dreams that seemed to slip away like smoke. Clutching your head, you squinted at the digital numbers on your phone, plugged in to the outlet next to your bed, which is laying on your bedside table, struggling to make sense of their meaning through the haze of fatigue. Your bedroom remained dimly lit, the remnants of night clinging to the edges of the curtains. You'd called it an early night, seeking refuge in your dorm after an exhausting day of work.

Yet, as you pushed yourself to sit up, a realization dawned like a cold shower. A wave of nausea and fatigue had descended upon you the previous evening, rendering the simplest tasks a struggle. Your bones ached as though they'd been beaten, and your head throbbed with each heartbeat.

Fumbling for your glasses on the nightstand, you slid them onto your face, expecting the world to come into focus. Instead, you were met with a blur, the edges of your vision smudged and unfocused. Even the soft light filtering through the curtains felt like a searing stab, forcing you to squint and shield your eyes.

You sighed, propping yourself against the pillows, your thoughts tangled in a web of concerns. The day ahead promised a demanding schedule—classes, music practice, dinner duty, and library work. Your mind raced, thoughts colliding like stormy waves in the vast sea of responsibilities. A pang of dread nestled itself in your chest, coiling like a serpent. The urge to retreat back under the covers was strong, but the echoes of expectations and commitments held you captive.

As you stood, the room swayed slightly, the ground beneath your feet feeling more like a ship's deck in a storm. Each step required a conscious effort, as if gravity itself had conspired against you. With painstaking determination, you moved towards the bathroom mirror. A face stared back at you, the reflection drawn and weary. Dark circles marred the skin beneath your eyes, despite the early bedtime you put yourself through the day before.

A mental checklist formed, a reminder of all the tasks that lay ahead. But first, you needed to combat this relentless headache. You reached for the painkillers, hoping they'd provide a brief respite from the throbbing torment. The duo of pills slipped down your throat, followed by a quick gulp of water from your bottle - a bitter reminder of your body's protest against its own demands.

In your university attire - an oversized hoodie, worn black jeans, sneakers—you slung your backpack over your shoulder. The weight felt heavier today, each strap a reminder of the commitments you had to fulfill. You pushed open the door of your dorm, stepping into the common area of the ghouls, your fellow dorm mates. Laughter echoed, a stark contrast to the turmoil within you.

The hallway beckoned, a corridor of decisions and responsibilities. Yet, fate had its own plans, for as you turned the corner, you collided with none other than Copia, the enigmatic lead singer of the Ghost Project – and its frontman.

"Morning, Papa, I'm off for the day," you greeted him, though the words wavered slightly.

His dark eyes, framed by his unique presence, scanned you with concern. "Mio Dolce," he responded, his voice holding a touch of warmth and inquiry. "Sathanas, you don't look too good."

You smiled, the expression an attempt to reassure both him and you "I'm fine, papa," you claimed, though even behind the glasses, he could likely sense the discomfort that painted your features.

His eyebrow arched, skepticism lacing his gaze. "You sure about that?"

"Of course," you replied, your conviction wavering as his gaze held steady.

In the midst of your exchange, a notification chimed on your phone. The class you dreaded facing had been cancelled, granting you a temporary reprieve. Copia's lips curved into a faint smile. "Good. You can go rest. You seem like you need it."

You hesitated, your fingers toying with the strap of your backpack. Guilt whispered in your ear, reminding you of all that remained to be done. Yet, Copia's concern was genuine, his insight piercing through the facade you'd built.

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll get some work done since I’m up I suppose”

His voice held a note of finality. "Try again. You don't look good."

This time, you nodded, surrendering to the truth you'd been reluctant to admit even to yourself. The unspoken weight of expectations, both your own and those of others, settled heavily on your shoulders.

"Fine" you replied.

"Good. Feel better soon, mio dolce"

"Thanks, Papa"

You head back to your room, and collapse on your bed. You haven’t bothered making it this morning. A wave of nausea enthralls your entire body once again, forcing you to bury your head into your soft pillow in an attempt to quench the sickness.

Your thoughts whirl, you feel guilty for resting. You just can't get your head to shut up. You were still rather new to the ministry, and rather terrified of disappointing any of the staff members, especially since they took you in. You see them as family.

"Ah fuck this shit. I'm fine" you talk to yourself, a habit you’ve picked up as a child and carried into your older years. You forcibly prop yourself up again and head off to the library to get some work done, and to return a book you had borrowed the week before – a book on mushroom spotting and fungi. Your head still throbs, but the painkillers eased the pain slightly.

As you approach the library, you’re struck with the sudden remembrance of a commitment - you need to do some sorting and book counting, an assignment given to you by the head librarian the day before. As a university student, you often found yourself curled up in the library researching on whatever topic intrigues you, or strange information that is needed for your coursework. The library at the ministry was quite smaller than the one on the University Campus, but it had some works that were a rarity, it was also much quieter, allowing you to focus more. The head librarian was none other than Sister Claire – one of the older Siblings. She’d allowed you to sometimes work as an assistant librarian when you weren’t too busy. It was nice work, flexible and allowed you to get some extra pocket money. She assigned you to finish stacking some books while she wasn’t there, she was gone for a couple of days. Trip or something.

A couple of hours of you stacking and organising books goes by. You notice more nausea every time you get up from a kneeling position and vice versa. You don't care.

As the early afternoon sun filtered through the windows, your fingers finally set the last book in place on the shelf. Despite the sense of accomplishment, weariness weighed heavily on your bones. Your head throbbed in an unrelenting rhythm, each pulse a reminder of your body's protests. The lyrics of 'Square Hammer' seemed to echo in your mind, a fitting soundtrack to your pounding headache. With a resigned sigh, you recognized that the painkillers had lost their battle against the relentless ache. You pressed a hand to your temple, a feeble attempt to quell the growing nausea that threatened to engulf you."

You open the door out of the library when you come face to face with Copia once more.

"What are you doing here, Mio Caro? Weren't you supposed to be resting?"

"Oh..uh I had to return a book" *it was technically the truth*

"Were you working here all morning?"

"No"

"I came in the ghouls' common room to check in on you just now. You weren't in your room. Swiss told me you were out for most of the morning" he sighs, as he places his thumb and index finger on his forehead.

"Please...rest" Copia continues "you look like you're going to collapse."

"What--no I'm not. You don't need to worry" *a wave of dizziness and nausea hit you right as you say that*

"You're taking the rest of the day off. That is an order" Copia says, a hint of sternness in his voice.

"...fine.."

"I'll call Sister to tell her that you're unwell, and you can spend the rest of the day with me. Resting.

"Y-you don't have to do that" you shuffle out those words, feeling guilty for taking up space.

"Nonsense, Tesoro."

He took you to your room, waiting for you outside your bathroom while you change into your fluffy pyjamas. You walk outside into your dorm, surprised to see him holding a one-metre-long stuffed shark in his arms.

"This is your favourite plushie right?" He asks, his eyes gently gliding over yours.

"Yeah. How did you know?" You let out a chuckle, before losing focus due to yet another wave of vertigo hitting you.

"You told me, Caro."

"Did I?" You choke out, surprised he remembers these little details about you.

"You remembered"

"Of course, I did, Caro. I care about you, you're one of our ghouls."

He leads you to his chambers, holding your arm in case you collapse, while you're holding your Blåhaj in your other arm.

"You don't think I'm weird or childish?" You ask.

"Nonsense. If it brings you comfort and you're not hurting anyone or yourself, why should I think you're weird?" he chuckles as he leads you in his chambers.

Immediately you were struck by the cocooning feeling of comfort, a gentle light dancing from the window onto the bed. There was a television facing the bed, next to the door you had just entered from. You notice yourself holding in a bit of a giggle as you notice Copia’s beloved tricycle.

"Bed or couch? What do you prefer?" He inquired.

"Umm.."

"Bed it is, it's more comfortable. Trust me on this, Caro"

He gently leads you on the king-sized bed, propping your head up with soft pillows and ploughing a blanket on top of you. You snuggle into a fetal position, holding your stuffed shark. He brings you a glass of water and some more painkillers.

Upon you taking the water and medicine you drop your Blåhaj.

"Nooo! Sharky!" you whine, grabby hands towards the shark.

"You named it Sharky? That's cute" he speaks, as he picks up the shark and gives it back to you.

"Do you want to watch a movie? Maybe something that brings you comfort?"

"Sure?"

He lets you pick a DVD of your choosing, before propping it into the DVD player. You pick your childhood favourite.

"Our technology is a bit ancient here" he chuckles "sorry about that”.

"It's fine, papa" you smile. In all honesty it brings you comfort and nostalgia for your childhood days, when your mother used to leave you at your grandparents when you were ill.

Papa takes a seat next to you, laptop on him, typing next to you, while you watch the movie. Every once in a while he'd ask if you're feeling okay still.

Halfway through the movie you feel your eyelids getting heavy. Copia takes away his laptop and removes your glasses.

"Shhh it's okay, rest."

"Mmmm" you find yourself snuggling into Copia for warmth, before waking up. "Oh shit sorry Papa" you say, a wave of embarrassment further reddening your already flushed face.

"It's alright, Caro, you can snuggle with me all you want" he says as you rest your head on his shoulder “bring it in”.

Copia's touch was a symphony of reassurance, his fingers gliding with feather-light grace over your skin. As his arm curved around your shoulders, his palm settled gently against your upper arm, creating a cocoon of security. You could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your bones, a soothing balm that eased the ache that had settled there.

His thumb brushed against the fabric of your pyjamas, a delicate, almost absentminded gesture that sent ripples of comfort through your senses. With a tender grace, his fingers traced gentle patterns, a silent lullaby against the canvas of your arm. The pad of his thumb brushed over your skin in languid strokes, creating a hypnotic rhythm that synced with the steady beat of your heart.

As the Blåhaj plushie nestled between you, Copia's touch remained a constant, grounding force. His fingertips brushed against the curve of your shoulder, a gesture that held both tenderness and protection. It was a touch that defied words, offering solace and support in its simplicity.

With every inhalation, his chest rose and fell against your head, the sensation a soothing cadence that lulled you into a sense of calm. His arm around you created a haven—a space where vulnerability was not met with judgment.

"You'll feel better in no time" Copia whispered to you gently, his tone taking an almost fatherly whisper.

As the room bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, the tactile connection between you and Copia transcended the physical. It was an exchange of comfort, of trust, of emotions that words could scarcely capture. And within the cradle of his embrace, you found a haven of acceptance, where the language of touch spoke louder than any explanation ever could. You found yourself drifting into sleep once more.

“Good night, ti amo.”

~ Fin ~

#ghost the band #ghost fanfiction #ghost band #band ghost #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv #copia emeritus #papa emeritus 4 #papa iv #ghost band one shot #ghoulelegy writes

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lansangprincess · 12 days

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Harper (to Amerie): I think I shut that part of myself off. Locked the door. After everything.

Ant: Harper, I fully failed. Harper: Failed at what? Ant: Beginning of term you told me to try and be friends with a girl. So I did. It's great. Got to see how sick she is. Got to know her… I fucked it up. Harper: How'd you fuck it up? Ant: I sort of… fell for her. Harper: Ant, I'm sorry I— Ant: It was dumb. I'm meant to be your mate. I am. Your mate, that is. Hey. We're mates okay? It's cool.

Heartbreak High: Harper McLean and Anthony Vaughn slow burn

#friends to lovers #slow burn #angst #heartbreak high #heartbreak high season 2 #heartbreak high reboot #harper mclean #anthony vaughn #harper x ant #ant x harper #harthony

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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yellow-ello-ello my maggots, i did adulting, made a ko-fi and caused chaos at a play audition. be proud of your mascot.

*crashes onto tumblr in a ball of burning flames* PLEASE BE PROUD OF ME I ADULTED TODAY! I went to my very first play audition. It went surprisingly well, one of the blokes was surprised I hadn't acted before and he said even if I didn't get the part to please pursue acting more coz i didn't know the techniques and shit but i have "range". and am "very comfortable on stage". I decided not to mention the only reason for that was I am, inherently, that fucking dramatic and that much of an attention-whore.

Also, when another of them was trying to explain the play to me, he said something about a land of cards. I was confused. "The land of what?" I asked, because I was being a Very Good Listener and wanted to remember everything.

"The Land of Cards," he said slowly. "The... the title of the play. That you're auditioning for."

...hng.

IDK MY MUM SIGNED ME UP FOR IT MATE I'M JUST HERE TO PROVE I'M ABLE TO FUNCTION OUTSIDE OF MY LAPTOP.

Also he accidentally told me to walk around the space like a normal human being and then he paused and was like WAIT WHAT DID I SAY NO I DIDN'T MEAN TO IMPLY--I MEANT LIKE YOU USUALLY WALK. And I was like no worries bro I can try to walk like a normal human being that's the real acting here.

It was chaotic, that's for sure.

ALSO ALSO ALSO FINALLY AFTER A LOT OF WEEKS, MANY TEARS, A LOT OF FRUSTRATION AND RAGE, SEVERAL TUSSLES WITH MY BANK ACCOUNT, AN URGE TO EAT MY LAPTOP AND MANY ACCOUNT CHANGES, I HAVE FINALLY MANAGED TO CREATE A KO-FI.

@wrengrif and a bunch of others of you asked how you can support me, and I guess this is the way? IDK I DON'T FEEL LIKE I'VE DONE ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT BUT MY COLLEGE-DROPOUT ARTS KID ASS ISN'T IN A POSITION TO NITPICK. BUT PLEASE KNOW THAT EVEN YOU JUST EXISTING AND LURKING ON MY BLOG MEANS THE WORLD TO ME AND IS ALL THE SUPPORT IN THE WORLD. I LOVE YOU ALL.

I won't link it here because Tumblr hates posts with links but I'll add it to my... bio? What do you call that thingamajig at the top. Idk. And I'll reblog this post with it ig so you can maybe find it lurking there. OH RIGHT I HAVE AN INTO POST I CAN CHUCK IT THERE SORRY I'M DUMB AND FRAZZLED FROM AN HOUR OF ENTERING PASSWORDS AND CUSTOMER IDS OVER AND OVER AND OVER.

I LOVE HEHEHEHEH ANYWAY YES SEE Y'ALL LATER AT NIGHT WHEN IT'S AN UNGODLY HOUR AND I AWAKEN PROPERLY.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #life update #kinda #adulting #eugh #theatre #ko fi

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onepiece-polls · 9 months

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One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side D

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Shanks x Buggy:

What if we were childhood friends who gave up our drama for each other then never saw each other again for years

What can I say, I'm a fellow shuggy truther too 🤝

Shanks obviously adores Buggy, and Buggy is so tsundure~! Mr 'I hate Shanks'-but-will-take-every-opportunity-to-talk-about-him-and-be-with-him.

Oden says in his journal that he can't tell if they're friends of enemies, and I just love that. Plus when you add in the revelation about Shanks and Buggy in the recent chapters.

They're childhood friends. They're exes. They've been married for 20 years. They're opposites. They're the same. They're silly goofy guys who make me want to cry my heart out. Red/Blue is always meant to be.

Buggy """""HATES""""" Shanks. This hate is so strong that he WILL yell at this red-haired bastard despite the fact that he is a coward, who is terrified of all the Emperors. Everyone thinks this is strange. However, when you grow up with said Emperor on the same boat, watching him stumble over his feet as he's trying to learn to use a sword, stuck scrubbing the whole deck because he was stupid enough to prank "Dark King" Rayleigh, and make that same stupid pouty face every time his Conqueror's Haki doesn't do anything because he is an itty bitty child, most of that fear gets pretty quelled. Also, that same fucker lost an arm because he's a DUMBASS and he deserves to be made fun of for it (not because Buggy is worried and missed him not at all no no Shanks is just DUMB and needs to be TOLD he is dumb more. But just by Buggy. Because Buggy has known his idiocy forever. He has earned the right to yell at this stupid, stupid Emperor for being a self-sacrificing fool and for giving away that stupid hat and... Wait, hang on, when did this bastard get hot!? WHAT THE FUC-) And Shanks just keeps smiling at Buggy and his antics because he has 100% been in love with him since they were children (his actions while they were on the Roger pirates are the DEFINITION of pigtail-pulling as flirting) and he is just happy to see that he's safe while being exactly the same larger-than-life clown he always knew. He would gladly give up his life of sluttery (that I am convinced this man has. Just look at how he exists) if Buggy would just agree to join his crew, but will not push him if he doesn't want to. He just loves his pretty clown from a distance and waits. TLDR: Buggy is mad that he's in love with Shanks and Shanks just likes existing with and/or annoying Buggy (they come as a pair). GOD I just love childhood friends to lovers bro. Just let the cabin boys kiss.

[Spoiler Warning] Red and Blue gays! Emperor husbands! Childhood friends to enemies to lovers!

Propaganda for Shanks x Benn:

Daddies hot

A (somewhat) idiot captain, and a calm, cool and collected first mate! Oda literally stated that if Shanks was the sun, then Benn would be his moon. They balance each other out very nicely and I know that one will always take care of the other.

Classic captain/first mate ship. Beckman got all white hair at 50 for dealing with Shanks I know that. There's a part in film Red when Beckman calls Uta "our daughter" that activated my monkey brain.

Your honor they are married! The domestic fluff is all there. Benn loves his captain even though he is a handful and is always there to support him. Shanks has also followed in his parents footsteps and honoring the tradition of falling in love with your first mate. But I mean honestly can you blame him. Plus they raised a kid together!

SHANKSBENN!

#one piece #shuggy #shaggy #shanksbenn #bennshanks #op shipping war #tournament poll #round 2 #side D #let the real war begin 😈

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whinlatter · 4 months

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I’m living vicariously through you, how does it feel to have a fic that’s popular and has people thinking about it and wanting to know more?

hi anon! thank you for this. the short answer is that i feel extremely honoured and very lucky and a bit overwhelmed that people have read and responded so thoughtfully and generously to beasts so far in its life as a fic. but i also know that fic popularity is nebulous, highly relative, and extremely fickle, and suspect that thinking about it for too long will make my work (or anyone else's) worse, so try not to deep it that much else i start to panic about it or stop being able to see my own work clearly enough!

the long(er) answer - all the boring cliches are true about fic popularity's wretched toxic slipperiness. i am extremely aware that i have mutuals with vastly more popular and impressive fics than mine. i know that that comes with costs as well as benefits. i'm very aware, too, that different ships/fandoms get different volumes of audiences for lots of different complex reasons which rarely have anything to do with their inherent worthiness. most of all, i know that fic popularity and circulation is flukey af. some of the best fics i’ve read this year - stories that will live in my head for years - are so criminally underserved in the usual metrics of ao3 popularity, the dreaded hits and kudos departments, in ways that i don't think i'll ever really understand. i think it would be not just self-destructive and harmful to the quality of my work going forward, but also a real disservice to other creators and authors, were i to start thinking the popularity of something i wrote was an inherent reflection of its quality. (i hope that, if you're asking this because you're a writer and your work hasn't found the audience you want for it yet, that you don't think that the reverse is true: that if your fic is less 'popular' by dubious metrics and measurements of engagement and response then that means it is either bad or not worth producing and means less to you as a result).

you also asked about people thinking about my fic and wanting to know more about what's to come. i think of that as something different from popularity. i'm not exaggerating when i say writing this fic has been one of the most creatively energising and rewarding experiences of my life, especially as a counterpoint to my much more solitary and hard-going professional writing responsibilities, and one of the most brilliant parts of it has been what other people have made of my work. it absolutely blows my mind every day that people care about my fic. a dumb little story idea that i think about on the bus and on the tube and on my little trots and post online sometimes lives in someone else's head? and they wonder about it and care what happens next in it and take time to tell me that? mad. freaks my nut to this day.

truthfully i don't think i'll ever forget how generous people have been in their responses to beasts, in terms of the time they've spent thinking about it and understanding what i'm trying (in my haphazard wobbly way) to do and speculating about what might come next and telling me that my choice to have a go at writing this story meant something to them in some small way. there's a lot of trust that goes into following a WIP: i know this as a reader, the blah feeling of waiting at intervals for work to come out with a kind of dread and anticipation about what might happen next to these versions of characters that usually mean a great deal to the audience at hand. like - mate, i have invested my time and energy caring about this! pls do not squander it! as a writer, that is a scary thought to know your readers have, and, if you spend too long on it, it becomes paralysing. but the thought of people finding something meaningful in something you made is singularly good and such an honour, so i just try to focus on that one.

#beasts #thanks for the question anon #i don't know if this is a good response or not #but yeah basically if you have read beasts and enjoyed it #and especially if you told me somehow that you enjoyed it #then you made a yuck year into a much much less yuck year and i will never ever forget that #sincere on main???#couldn't be me

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what-yadoking-likes · 1 year

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Consider. Sokol tries a new drink and gets warm, super warm. A bit drunk (maybe a bit horny) and overheating, he starts taking his clothes off, and oh he is NOT the only one whos getting a bit hot. (Can also be used with Duke)

I am sorry for letting this sit in my Asks for an appalling amount of time heh heh

Sokol knows cultural stereotypes are dumb, but generally speaking he knows he can handle his drink just as well, if not better than most would assume of a Russian.

Maybe he overdid it during training or heisting that week, but Sokol's usual intake of alcohol felt far more potent than usual. He knew from the faint burning sensation that his cheeks were flushed & there was a 50/50 chance that he either looked effortlessly young, pink and adorable, or like he was a teen raiding their parents' liquor cabinet for the first time, an unsteady mess that had gone too far too fast and was racing towards vomiting in the toilet in the early hours of the morning.

One thing he knew for sure, though - he felt hot. His forehead was damp, and his clothes felt uncomfortable, stuck to his skin in uncomfortable and unflattering ways.

In his drink-addled mind - at that moment pleasantly fuzzy & relaxed, prone to silly thoughts & impulsivity - he decided to strip off a layer or two.

Wolf noticed first. He was animatedly re-telling some story, some tale of a heist gone wrong & weird in all the funny ways, & he stopped mid-sentence, taking in the younger man's exposed torso.

At Wolf's abrupt silence, Hoxton glanced over & noticed, too. "Nice tits," he quipped, which of course made everyone else look.

Ah. He hadn't meant to distract everyone from the story. But he did have nice tits. He squeezed his pecs together as best he could (Hoxton snorting loudly at how he missed at first, drink-addled brain affecting his hand-eye-tit coordination).

Of course, it was at that moment some of the others arrived.

Duke walked in to the common area, tumbler of whiskey in hand. His eyes fell on Sokol's half-naked form. "Oh my," he said, eyes glinting in amusement. Dallas averted his gaze as if the sight before him was appropriate only for the bedroom and nowhere else ("You're goin' red, mate!" Hoxton laughed, pointing at Dallas' half-hidden face, to which the mastermind replied with more than a hint of indignance, "I am not.")

"Would you care to explain why you took your shirt off?" Duke asked, sitting down beside Wolf and Hoxton on the sofa, sipping his drink.

Sokol finally let his hands fall from his chest, and gave a one-shouldered shrug.

"I'm hot."

Duke paused.

"Yes. But why did you take your shirt off?"

Everyone tittered.

#Sokol #Duke #Wolf #Hoxton #Dallas #Payday 2 #CW: alcohol #CW: drunkenness #CW: swear words #Yado answers #Yado replies #Yado writes #is this a shitpost? who knows #to be continued?

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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MINORS DNI 18+

TW: nothing much really, I wrote this on my iPad so grammar, and spelling mistakes everywhere. Discussions of sex, werewolf shit, discussions of breeding, this man really has no fucking clue what's happening, he's just happy to be involved, not yandere related just one tired bitch trying to figure shit out while another dumb bitch gives them puppy eyes, discussion of marriage. Fem!reader discussion of pregnancy

Pairing: werewolf!reader x oc hunter (male)

Notes: I'm so sorry this is short and late, I am so bored at home but it's hard writing on an iPad :) while he's not yandere, I was thinking of adding some stuff in later, like when he finds out reader is a werewolf and freaks out and decided he has to protect you even if that means keeping you locked up int the cabin, tell me what you think! Either way he's going to be very soft and fluffy. Also name suggestions???? I was gonna give him the legal name hunter for shits and gigs.

This is the sequel to a drabble of mine, if you've found this one first please read the other one otherwise you might be confused. Lots of love mae xx

You hated him. Truly you did. His stupid brown eyes all soft and warm. His disgusting charming smile reaching his eyes, leaving soft creases around his eyes and lips. His ridiculously rough hands, all calous and strong showcasing a life of hard work. You especially hated the way he hadn't left yet. He was still sitting, naked mind you, on the steps to your cabin, bare feet grazing the snow below him. He was shivering, desperately trying to steal warmth from the pillow covering his privates. You had kicked him out nearly an hour ago, and you had been sure he would have tucked his metaphorical tail between his legs and run off home. But no, the idiot instead popped himself on your stairs and was pinning for you. It's not like you wanted him to get attached. If you were being serious you hadn't even wanted him in your bed. You, or the primal part of you, just wanted someone to take way the ache. To state the desire you felt burning inside you. And for some stupid reason, it chose him, the scruffy, dirty-looking, kinda smelly hunter whom you met once like 6 weeks ago to help you butcher some meat. For some reason, you in your heat fog decided this man would make the best mate and the best father. But now it's over, you finally felt the heat fog disappear and now you wanted him to fuck off. But alas, he still sat shivering in the cold. You almost felt bad for him. Almost

Another 30 minutes passed and you were sure this man was going to freeze to death. What an idiot. For someone who's quite a talented hunter he didnt have much going on upstairs. A brutal gust of wind, and him shivering even stronger finally made you cave.

“Get in” you demanded as you opened the door to cabin.

He turned around and looked at you for a moment. His face was one of shook and confusion.

“Me?” he asked as he pointed to his bare chest.

“No the bear behind you” he gave a soft sigh before quickly looking into the trees for the perceived threat.

“Of course you! Get in before you freeze your nipples off” you scoffed, focusing you eyes to the beams of your cabin as he accidentally let the pillow slip in his excitement to get inside. Despite being practically attached for the last three days, you would rather not be reminded that he owned a dick and that he had used it, quite impressively, to fuck you silly. You watched as he ran inside and quickly drove for the fireplace, sitting beside it and warming his hands in it's heat. You watched in disgust as he moaned in pleasure as the heat began to warm him. Despite the chill leaking through the still open door, You stood off to the side with a thin nightgown on. Your new abilities meant you were able to withstand the cold much better than you used to. Sighing you retrieved your pillow from outside, flinging it in the general direction of your fire pit before returning inside and shutting the door with a soft thud. The sound left the hunter looking up towards you and the look of awe he gave you made you stop in your tracks. You both stood staring at each other for a few more moments, you a look of confusion and him the literal personification of heart eyes, before you cleared your throat and walked into the kitchen area of the cabin. Trying to get as much distance as possible from him.

“You have five minutes to find your clothes and leave before I chuck you out into the cold again. This time without a pillow” you commanded

“I can’t” he replied, still watching your every move as you grabbed a glass of water.

“Why not?” you growled, the glass in your hand creaking under the pressure of you hand.

“You ripped my clothes. Remember?” he smirked, slowly rising to his feet. “You pushed me on your bed and demanded I give you what you want before ripping them right off me” his stupid smirk was insufferable, and his voice was like sin wrapped up in a ribbon. Heat began to form in your cheeks. The glass placed on the counter before turning around to busy yourself with dishes.

“Not my problem, best you be on you way then. You can lose your fingers for all I care” you sassed scrubbing a stubborn pot intently.

“ but it is your problem. I'm your man”

“You are not my man” you scoffed turning to him with hands on hips. “Your just some guy I took home for some fun”

“I may not be your man now but I will be when you get in the family way” he offered, suddenly realising his nakedness and covering his dick with his hands.

In the family way? What the hell did that mean? You weren't planning in having a family, a husband or children for a while, not until you figured out the strangeness that was you turning into a fucking wolf every full moon.

You watched as his eyes drifted to you stomach. The sudden realization that you don't own condoms (and your pretty sure this man doesn't even know what they look like) and you've had to stop using contraception cause it made you more murderous when a wolf came crushing through your mind.

Oh no.

“No! Absolutely not! I am not going to have you kid!” you shouted throwing you hands up in the air and racing towards him, fully intent on pushing him outside the door.

“Well of course your not pregnant now! The baby won't start growing until you walk around the town twice and once backwards. Don't you city people know anything?” he argued like you would with a five year old.

You were fucking screwed.

“What?” you asked, confusion plain across your face. You had stopped pushing him and instead had your palms flat across his chest.

“That reminds me, do you wanna get married on a Monday or a Friday? Those are the only two days the preacher is open for weddings”

You cried with frustration before throwing yourself on your couch head in your hand. The worst thing about all of this is that you wanted it. You wanted him to stay, you wanted a baby, you wanted to get married on a Friday cause then you would have two whole days off afterwards. What the actual hell was going on? You thought it was just the heat making you like him, that it wasn't you wanting him to be your mate, that you could just chuck him outside and be done with it. But no, instead you were actually entertaining the idea of marrying this silly man.

“You ok pup? Are the hormones already kicking in? My ma did say that sometimes the baby might come without all the walking” he softly voiced, releasing his member from it's hiding place to crouch beside you, placing a hand on your forehead. The man knew about hormones but thought a baby just suddenly appeared in your womb after cardio?

“Get your hand off me before I bite it off” you huffed, only kinda serious. He just laughed and moved it to your cheek instead. His thumb slowly rubbing your cheek as your eyes began to tear up and you pouted, arms crossed as you laid across the couch. You were so stressed you didn't even worry that his hand had been hiding his dick for the last minute.

“I'll be so good to you. I'll hunt the biggest stags, and ill make the crib myself and ill let you kick me out whenever I annoy you, although I still don't know what I did this morning to get kicked out, but that's ok. I guess I'm just trying to say ill be the best mate you could every have.” he rushed out, a pleading look in his eye. “I used that right, right? Mate? You were begging to make you my mate when we were, well you know, when you were ridding me in your car. And then when I had you bent over this couch and when you -”

“Yes! I remember!” you cut him off, heat spreading over your cheeks and down your neck. “And yes, you used it right” you whispered. A different type of warmth filled your chest and left you looking at this feral man in a different way than before.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he stayed. He was a good hunter and butcher. He could cut all your wood for you and maybe even remove the dead tree blocking your view of the lake behind your house. And yes, you knew you could do all that yourself, but it's a bit easier to get a man to do it, that way you could focus on other stuff, like reading, or painting or baking, better things than the hard work this man could do.

Sniffing and wiping the tears away you slowly rose up.

“I guess you could stay for a bit, until the roads are safer to drive, I'll go find you some clothes”

“So we're getting married?” he excitedly asked, a big grin on his face.

“Maybe” you drew out. “Only if when I know for certain you would make a good husband”

He nodded his head with enthusiasm.

“See that dead tree out there, be a dear and remove it for me please? If you do a good job I might let you fuck me again, whichever way you want”

You didn't need to tell him twice.

#drabble #oc hunter #werewolf!reader #werewolf #fem!reader #breeding tw

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