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sunflower-lilac42 · 2 days

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✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 || jack hughes ♔

summary: jack has a night off and wants to take his girl on a date, but she can't seem to find herself in the right place to do so.

warnings: body image issues, low self-esteem, insecurities, reader doesn't like the way she looks, tears, jack being sad (not him trying to steal the show, smh), slightly (slightly, like the literal slightest bit) suggestive

publish date: 05/23/24

notes: getting this out of the way -> for the plus sized girlies from a plus sized girly. uhhh hi. i did not mean nor did i expect this to happen, but here is a whole ass fic that i wrote based on my lovely lovely lovely anon -> request! anyway, i had the time of my life writing this because it hits so close to home for me, like it's giving me when i wrote 'the hoodie' which is another absolute favorite of mine. i hope all of you feel a hundred, a thousand, a million times better after reading this because i think i did too. just remember, all of you are beautiful in your own way and as long as you think that, that's all that matters. i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i love and cherish it, and that's it from me <3 | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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Now it wasn’t all the time that Jack got to have a night off in the middle of the season, so date nights out in New Jersey were a rare thing to come back for him and his girlfriend. In actuality, date nights like tonight were a rare occasion for the couple. Y/n wasn’t a fan of going out in public, and not in the sense that she didn’t want to be seen with Jack, because of course, she did. It is more in the sense that she didn’t want to be seen by the paparazzi, especially when she was caught off guard and didn’t have time to think about how she looked.

It wasn’t often that she was insecure, at least this much. There were some days where it would start bad and progressively get worse throughout the day, some days where it was just bad, and other days where it was the furthest thing in her mind what she looked like (the days where she would be eating pizza with no work to do and watching Jack’s game from the comfort of her living room).

Today had been one of the days where it got progressively worse throughout the day, which made sense because of the growing anxiety every time she looked at the time and it would be closer to when she had to start getting ready. It’s not that she wasn’t excited for date night, because she was, she was over the moon that she got to spend the night with Jack, but she just didn’t understand why they had to go out to do it.

She sat in their shared closet when she got home from work, trying to figure out what she wanted to wear. She had been through at least five different outfits, all of them now surrounding her on the ground. She finally settled on a black dress, one that she had worn plenty of times, and liked the way she looked in it every time she did. She started to pull it up and groaned when she realized she had to zip it up, not having the energy to do it at the moment. So she settled on doing the only thing she knew to do, “Jack!”

Jack came rushing into the bedroom, running down the hallway and catching himself on the door frame so he wouldn’t continue sliding, “What- what’s wrong?”

She turned around and giggled when she saw him. His shirt was unbuttoned and a little wrinkled on the inside edges, his hair a mess, and his tie the loosest it could be while still being tied, he looked like he just came from a college party.

She shook her head and walked over to him, running a hand through his hair and kissing his cheek, “Nothing, I just need your help zipping my dress up.”

It was only then that Jack looked at her up and down, grinning when he saw what she was wearing, “I love this dress on you.”

Her cheeks lightly turned pink at his statement, walking back to the mirror to fix the dress and how it lay on her. Jack grinned even more when he noticed the color of her cheeks, “Good to know I can still make you blush this much after a year.”

He walked over to her and placed his hands on her hips, leaning his head down so his chin was resting on her shoulder. He looked at her through the mirror, watching as she fixed her necklace and earrings, fiddled with her hair so it laid just how she wanted it to and straightened her dress, and tugged at the fabric against her stomach to stop it from clinging to her skin. He didn’t think much of it initially and just moved the hair away from the left side to the right and turned to kiss her lightly on the neck. The action caused her to shiver a little but ultimately left her with a smile.

Jack stood up and hit her butt, “Jack!” He ignored her and zipped up her dress. When he finished he went to hit her butt once more but furrowed his brows in confusion when he didn’t hear the usual scold that followed it.

He looked back up in the mirror to find her with a frown on her face and her hands fiddling with the edges of her dress. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he quietly asked, “What is it?”

She shook her head, not wanting to draw attention to it that much, “Nothing Jacky, I think I’m just gonna put on some tights underneath it and maybe some shorts.”

Normally, he would’ve let this slide. It was the middle of January and it was cold out, he knew she would be cold the moment they stepped outside if she left her legs bare. But, with the look on her face now and the pile of clothes sitting in their closet that he noticed when he walked in, told him all the different. His grip tightened on her waist once he felt her trying to get out of it to head to do what she told him, “Stop.”

“Jacky, we’re gonna be late.”

“Don’t do this- don’t do this to yourself.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She shied away from the mirror, trying to at least turn around to face him instead of continuing to look at herself. He huffed at her words and tightened his hold once more, “C’mon, baby. Tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell, let's just go before they decide they don’t want to serve us.”

“We are not leaving this apartment, this room until you tell me what’s going on even though you know I know what you’re pretty little head is thinking about right now.”

She stopped fighting and looked down, causing Jack to spin her around and lift her chin so her eyes were looking directly into his, “Talk to me.”

“It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

He knew there was more, he always knew. Jack knew about how she didn’t like going out for date nights because she didn’t want to have any unexpected pictures taken of her, how she hated posting on Instagram because she’s always scared that the only comments she’ll get are one’s commenting about how ‘ugly’ she looked, that she hated summer because she could never wear what all the others girls were wearing and feel good about it, and that she hated going to his games wearing his jersey because girls always made comments about him never wanting to be with her. So yes, he knew she was lying when she said that.

“I know that’s not all that’s bothering you, sweetheart. And you know that too,”

He backed up to sit on the chest that was sitting in front of their bed. She knew and hated when he did that because the next thing he did was pat his left thigh so she would come and sit there. She hated that she knew that she would do it anyway because Jack would sit and pout if she didn’t. And most of all, she hated those puppy dog eyes of him.

This time, however, she was determined to stand her ground, “No. I’m putting tights and shorts on and then we’re leaving.”

Jack rolled his eyes but kept sitting. She stared at him and he had no problem with staring right back, one of their daily staring contests that happened. When Jack broke eye contact, she cheered a little before heading into the closet to do what she said she was going to. Rules were rules, when someone won the staring contest they won the argument, within reason of course.

He sat patiently on the trunk as he watched her close the door of the closet. He knew this was not only one of those days, but one of the worst days she had. He knocked on the door and halted her actions, “But your sweats on.”

“What?”

“I said put your sweats on, my hoodie, and get your pretty ass out to the living room in five minutes. Take your makeup off too and put your hair up.”

She was confused but ultimately was fine with his words. Wearing sweats definitely beats having to wear tights and shorts and a dress. And wearing his hoodie? That beat everything. Jack sat in the living room calling the restaurant to cancel the reservation, ordering her favorite food, and putting on her favorite movie.

She came out five minutes later and sat on the couch, crossing her legs. Jack wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her into his side as close as he could without her being on top of him, not that he would have minded her there in the slightest, “Talk to me, please.”

His voice sounded like he was pleading, and he was. He wanted to make all of her insecurities go away, shower her with love, and make her feel loved. And if he accomplished that and was able to cuddle her, he would be more than okay to do this every day instead of going out.

She sighed and Jack gave her his hand so she could fiddle with her fingers, something she always did when she got anxious, “I wasn’t lying when I said it was one of those days.”

She took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s just- that dress was the dress I could always count on myself knowing I would look good in. I don’t usually have to think about it too hard, I could just put it on and go. When you zipped it up, I could tell it fit a little tighter than it usually did and it just felt…” She couldn’t exactly describe what she felt, how she felt. If you knew the feeling, you knew the feeling.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she gripped his hand tighter, “I just want to feel pretty Jack.”

That absolutely, utterly, broke, no shattered, his heart. He hated that his girl had to feel like this, hated that society had made it so not only her but every girl that didn’t look like the stereotypical one had to feel like they weren’t beautiful. At that moment, caring about whether or not she would think she was crushing him flew out of his mind and he pulled her into his lap. She didn’t even have the energy to protest and dug her head into his shoulder.

His own tears welled up in his eyes as he listened to her cry, it was one of his least favorite sounds in the whole world, maybe the worst sound he’s ever heard. He let her cry for a few minutes before pulling her head away and cupping her face with both of his hands. She sniffled, reaching her hand up to wipe her nose and Jack wiped the tears for her. She was glad that she had decided to take her makeup off after contemplating it for a few minutes.

“I want you to listen to me, y/n. And please, actually listen to me.”

She nodded, still trying to rid of the remnants of her crying off of her face, “You are beautiful, no matter who tells you differently. I will always think you’re beautiful. I know that self-love is the most important kind of love there is and it breaks my heart every time I see you look at yourself a little longer in the mirror in the mornings or when you pull at the fabric of your shirt while you’re working at the kitchen table. And I am more than willing to help you feel beautiful all day every day.

“I know that you’re not going to feel pretty all of the time, everyone has those days. Even me, pretty boy Hughes.”

His comment made her laugh a little and he smiled when he heard it, that was one of his favorite sounds in the world. He smiled a little more when he felt her hand run through his hair, “There’s my girl.”

This comment makes her blush instead and that causes him to smile even more, “And there is the blush that I still cannot believe I make you do. Somehow you just got ten times more gorgeous.”

Her cheeks reddened even more and he chuckled a little at it this time. He moved his hands from her head to her hips, his thumbs resting under his sweatshirt and rubbing soft circles into her skin, “There will always be someone to say something, trust me and I wish I could take it all away so it wouldn’t hurt you. But, I want you to know that I love you for you and I could never imagine myself loving anyone else.

“Anyone could have a model as their girlfriend or their wife, but only I can have you. And that’s what makes me love you, y/n. Not the way you look, though I adore how you look, but instead the way you smile when you see me every time, the way you always cuddle me after a rough game, the way you know when something is wrong, the way you treat everyone like they hung the stars, and the way you moan-”

“Jack!”

He laughed, throwing his head back in the process, his hands subtly tightening on her hips, “My point is, before you so rudely interrupted me listing the things I love about you.” She slapped his arm before smiling at him, “You don’t need to live up to anyone else’s expectations of beautiful when you think you are. As long as you think you’re beautiful that’s all that matters, as long as you do it for you and not for anyone else.”

Tears pricked at her eyes once more, this time out of love and happiness, “I love you so so much, Jacky.”

He kissed her cheek and then kissed her, making her jump in shock a little before melting into the kiss. His hands moved further up underneath her sweatshirt and he moved to kiss her neck, causing her to let out a soft moan when he hit her sensitive spot right on the dot. That made him grin as he pulled away.

That was his favorite sound in the world.

𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑱𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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estrellogy · 2 days

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Astro Notes Pt. 3

I have a lot of thoughts and observations that I want to share 😭 If you have any recommendations, please let me know as well 🤍

- People often see 7th house as their ideal partner, but YOU are meant to embrace traits of that sign for growth.

For example, a Libra rising will begin to see more personal growth after learning positive traits from Aries e.g. Being more assertive, believing in themselves instead of looking for others’ approval, putting themselves first, etc.

- This might be a controversial opinion, but I don’t think minor asteroids influence your chart. Asteroids like Bride, Groom, and other very specific ones. The interpretations for them can usually be found somewhere in your main placements already. It can make you over complicate your chart and feel even more disconnected with yourself because you don’t focus on your core energy.

Not every small detail about you has to be explained by astrology. At the end of the day, you’re a person with free will and complex experiences that shape you beyond astrology. This is just a tool, not a determiner of your life.

- Pluto in 5th house 🤝 destroying/deleting your creative works when they’re not up to your standards

- The difference between Venus/Pluto hard versus soft aspects is in their expression. They all are intense, magnetic, and obsessive to some degree. However, hard aspects have a harder time owning these traits so they tend to swing between extremes (e.g. total obsession and then indifference). The soft aspects are just as intense and can have the same toxic tendencies as the hard aspects, BUT they have an easier time accepting it as a part of them and seem more ‘stable’.

- 6th house placements are so overlooked! That’s literally the house of your health and daily life. I notice that when you work with your 6th house energy effectively, other areas of your life also improve.

It’s interesting that 6th house comes right before 7th house of relationships. In order to be in a relationship with someone else, you have to take good care of yourself first!

- Aries and Mars aspects (especially hard ones) can overpower other aspects in your chart until you learn how to master that energy and channel them into something productive

- Jupiter in 12th house used to be seen as negative. But I think Jupiter here is one of the luckiest placements to have. This is the placements of coincidences happening in their favors, things lining up in crazy ways, book falling off the shelf right at the page they need to read. Their experiences feel divine.

They are very connected to the Universe, Source, Spirit Guides, or whatever you believe in! Anyone can with practice, but these things come more naturally for them.

- Shoutout to my Virgo Venus and Capricorn Mars for being the only things that stop me from going off the rails 😍

- Saturn in 11th house often feel unloved by the people around them due to earlier experiences with rejection. Saturn is trying to teach them to unconditionally accept themselves. Also, those bad experiences teach them how to read people a lot better and spot the ones with bad intentions. The reward from Saturn will be genuine, solid, and loyal friendships/connections.

I’m so glad you guys enjoy these silly notes! I have a ton of fun making them 😭

#astro observations #astro notes #astrology #Venus square Pluto #venus opposite Pluto #Venus trine Pluto #venus sextile Pluto #7th house #1st house #Saturn in 11th house #pick a card #6th house #asteroids #aries moon #libra rising #Jupiter in 12th house #pluto in 5th house

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thebrightestwitchofherage · 2 days

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I can hate my own government and hate antisemitic , ignorant and privileged anti Zionists at the same time.

Here are some facts :

Most Israelis didn’t vote for this current government/ don’t support it/ protest against it.myself included.

A lot of Israeli Jews have been here before 1948. Most Israelis are people of Color. We were always here and were not going anywhere.

LGBT Israelis telling you they’re not oppressed isn’t pink washing.

Serving in the idf is mandatory by law and needed as we’re in a constant existential threat.

Israel has never started a war. Literally never.

Western media is filled with inaccurate reporting, misinformation.

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charlottan · 10 hours

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ive been kinda on the fence abt transitioning is it really the best thing that ever happened to you? im scared abt being a guy instead of a girl even if i think it might be fun :/

When I started suspecting that I might be a little bit of a girl back in 2021 I was so scared. I was so scared that when I came out to my s/o at the time and they said that they would break up with me if I transitioned because they didn't want to date a girl, I just didn't do it. I stayed with them, and I didn't transition or come out to anybody else. I would have rather had them than chase the feelings I was having, because i wasn't sure if i was actually Trans Enough to risk ruining what I had with them. But in the months that followed, the feelings just kept growing. Eventually I had had enough, and in June 2022, I broke up with them and officially came out to my friends and on here. Since June 2022, I have been kicking myself for not breaking up with them sooner. Everything is brighter and more exciting, I have a future to look forward to, I have a present that I cherish. When I say this is the best thing to happen to me, there is no competition. As far as I care, transitioning is the only thing that has happened to me. Literally nothing else I've done matters even on the same scale as transitioning. Nothing. Everything you want is just on the other side of fear. It's so fucking true. And maybe you aren't really trans like you think you might be! That's fine! But wouldn't you rather find out for sure, than waste any more time?

#asks #trans talk

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kittykatninja321 · 1 day

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The reason why I always emphasize that utrh era Jason is 18/19 and refuse to let people forget that Jason and Tim are canonically 2 years apart is because the concept of Jason as a fairly young adult with little to no support system is a fascinating concept to me and it goes under explored in both canon and fanon. I think it adds such an interesting wrinkle to the everything and is a great contrast to all the Red Hood shit. I’m thinking about New Earth Jason specifically here, he’s both younger than post-nu52 Jason and more isolated. Most people at 19, even if they can afford to be out on their own in this economy, still have contact with their family of origin for support. Jason is not only estranged from his family with little to no support system (depending on how much you interpret Talia being involved after Lost Days), he’s also doing mob boss shit while he’s still technically young enough to be somebody’s prom date. He didn’t go to his prom because he was probably in Russia learning how to make bombs or something (and because, yknow, the whole dying thing).

Jason is someone who both had to grow up too fast and by all means should be somewhat emotionally stunted. Not only does trauma stunt you he was catatonic for long enough that he’s missing literal years from his adolescence. He’s young enough that he’s still reeling from trauma from childhood and adolescence (late teens/ early twenties are peak ‘desperately trying to recover from childhood’ era).

I think underneath the rough Red Hood exterior that Jason should be naive in ways that people wouldn’t really expect. He doesn’t have much experience with relationships (both romantic and friendships), and it’s been years since he’s socialized much with people his age (he doesn’t socialize much at all he’s pretty isolated). I think even if he doesn’t look young that at times he would slip up and show that he is

Also I just love the contrast. I like the idea that sometimes you’ll hear Red Hood cackle without the helmet on and you’ll recognize traces of that 15 year old kid and then he’ll shoot someone immediately after. Like imagine if utrh was a Boy King of the underworld sorta deal

#Hence why batfamy fics where Jason is Tim’s pseudo parent don’t really vibe me. 1. He would not do that 2. Those 2 are in the same age group #& 3. His childhood was fucked enough stop trying to make him a Teen Mom 😭. He’s already been a young caregiver via Catherine. ENOUGH #Jason Todd #dc #under the red hood #there she goes again with the 5 paragraph persuasive essay about The Character 🙄#long post #the yapper strikes again I fear

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starlight-library · 1 day

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slip (stream) into my heart | CL16 (sm au!)

pairing: charles leclerc x streamer!reader

summary: a certain ferrari driver has taken a liking to a certain streamer and sees his chance to finally start chatting with them

warnings: fluff!

fc: none

a/n: an apology for disappearing! life got hectic but im back! im gonna start cranking writings out! this is my first attempt at a smau via instagram, a bit short! texts and twitter coming in part 2

edit: yeah changed the title very slightly NOBODY PANIC

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theseuscloud · 2 days

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Okay, okay, stay with me for a moment, I know everyone is going insane but listen to me for a bit, let's focus on the statement, BECAUSE

You know how Jonny said that the entities on tmagp won't be the same as the ones from TMA, right? Right.

We've got one already mostly figured out, being the one from ep 11, looking like the buried mixed with the vast. Fear of the sea, drowning, etc, thalassophobia in general and all that. People have started to call it The Deep, you remember right? Of course you do, you're a smart cookie, good job

There's also the one related with luck, gambles, and addiction. This one's a bit more fuzzy, but episodes 7 and 13, the dice man and the cryptobro, do paint a funny picture. I haven't seen anyone name this one, so I might as well call it The Chance

Stay with me here, darling

I present to you, and I think I may be onto something:

The Superior

Look, The name is a work in progress, maybe you could call it *the ideal*? if you've got a better suggestion, go ahead, but if not, let me explain

Related to the stranger, maybe the flesh or the lonely. We've already had two statements, ep 2 and now ep 17, where the horror has been something that looks like you, but is better than you.

Episode 2, the girl, Daria, hated how she looked, she tried everything to look better, to be better, she tried so hard she was, quite literally, consumed by it. She picked out parts of herself in a Dorian-Gray-esque way until there was nothing left just to live up to this ideal of herself. The ideal was the cause of her demise

Episode 17, doppelganger time baby! What does he find? A man, just like himself, just... Well, better. Rich, beautiful, cheery and welcoming. Well, an ideal self, wouldn't you say? He tried to learn from that ideal self, and then he found out, that the ideal of him was a murderer. Then he murdered him. Isn't that convenient.

This is just a theory, but it is a fun one, so what do y'all think?

#please do let me know what y'all think #the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #magpod #the magnus protocol theory #tmagp theory #theseus.txt

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often-daydreaming · 2 days

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Time Out

If you've seen The Sandman episode A Hope in Hell then you already know what I'm talking about but what if when the Justice League tries to summon the Ghost King for any number of reasons only they get Clockwork instead who forces them (or any hero really but I'm thinking of one of the Flashes or maybe Wonder Woman since Constantine has his own game planned for him) to play his favorite game, the oldest game and they have to win or else. He could genuinely be angry, I actually want to see a furious Clockwork more than ready to undo the very existence of the planet for daring to summon his protege but I can kind of see him messing around a little and playing up the whole titan of time, father of Zeus thing with the heroes as payback for messing around with the timelines so much.

It doesn't matter either way. What the Justice League wants isn't worth mentioning since Clockwork erased it from existence with barely a fraction of effort.

The biggest concern that has the entirety of Young Justice worried is the fact that the only person who got a free pass during that mess of a summoning was Bart and nobody can figure out why. Clockwork was more than willing to end the man of steel. He despised the other heroes and seemed annoyed at the sight of so many speedsters gathered together but after surveying the meeting room they used for the summoning he looked surprised then a little amused at the sight of Young Justice, smiling at Bart like he was genuinely happy to see him back there with the rest of his team. There wasn't even any mention of erasing his existence or anything as colorful as the threat against Constantine which was just rude. He could be a threat if he wanted (even if he kind of puffed up like an angry kitten when Clockwork started treating him like he was one of his grandsons) but he doesn't know (can't remember) that all of the Ancients and at least a dozen different pantheons have him on a very short list of people the Ghost King would gladly end the multiverse for after everything his past self/alternate did during the whole Dan problem. In Clockwork's eyes Bart has more than earned a free pass across the wider multiverse.

Cause, the thing is, the rest of the heroes might have died fighting for the world but the Bart from the darker timeline, the one who helped Danny traverse a literal apocalypse and pointed out way too many holes in Vlad's little monologue died saving Danny's life when Dan was trying to mess with the timeline which meant he unknowingly has the Ghost King's blessing and anything and everything on the more darker side of the supernatural can see the enormous 'Do Not Approach' sign that was basically Danny's mark (a necklace, pen, invisible magic whatever or something small he keeps on him without knowing why) claiming Bart as off limits.

Go mess with any other hero if you want, but this speedster, this little guy right here who has Clockwork treating him like a grandson has the Ghost King's blessing, the only blessing he's ever given out, permission to race across the crossroads of Infinity and the protection of a lot of powerful eldritch gods.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #bart allen #danny phantom

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noimnotmae · 3 days

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𝐌𝐈𝐗-𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏 — Lando Norris⁴

summary: After landing in Miami for his race, Lando carelessly places his bag next to an identical one as he rushes to the bathroom. And in a hurry, you mistakenly grab his bag, thinking it's yours. And during the next five days in Miami, everything took an unexpected turn, escalating into something far bigger than either of you had anticipated.

˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ lando norris x female! reader 🔸

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ynusername it was nice seeing you, Lando and thank you for having us @/mclaren. And congrats again on your first win! . . . more

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lhea_theitgirl I can't count how many times we've "seen" him

ynusername more like you can't count in general

lhea_theitgirl you need to stop hanging out with liv

livduh I've raised her so well 🥺

livduh my brother thanks you for getting the gifts ❤️ by ynusername

ynusername tell him I said thanks as well, for the chance to watch the race

mclaren It was wonderful having you at our paddock. Hope we'll see you in many more races 😉 ❤️ by ynusername

ynusername Imola GP when @/lhea_theitgirl @/livduh ?

livduh we literally just watched one. slow down

lhea_theitgirl Italy does sound nice tho

user1 cute 🤗

user2 pretty 😫

landonorris it was nice seeing you at the paddock ❤️ by ynusername

ynusername I'll see you later?

landonorris as long as you don't have another drink with you then yes

ynusername 😢 ig this is goodbye

maxfewtrell hello airport girl 👋

landonorris DUDE

ynusername hello friend of Lando 👋

landonorris I can't ✋

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[IRL]

— After the race, you and Lhea headed back to the hotel while Liv returned to her apartment after dropping you both off. It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to relax in the comfort of your bed. The rising tension on the internet about you was getting hard to ignore, and you'd been doing your best to stay off Twitter. Despite everything happening in your life, you still found ways to enjoy it and not let others deter you.

"Earth to YN." You blinked, realizing you were already in front of your hotel room. "Oh, right, the key." You unlocked the door and stepped inside, kicking off your sandals and immediately collapsing onto the bed. Lhea, unfazed by your dazed state, grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to you. "Here, hydrate." You accepted it with a grateful nod.

"So, you're basically famous now," she teased. You groaned at the reminder. "I don't even want to think about it," you sighed, setting the bottle aside.

"What's so bad about being famous?" she laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

"A lot. But mainly, it's how people invade your privacy," you explained, checking your phone and seeing thousands of Instagram notifications. People were commenting on old posts that you hadn't bothered to limit. You decided to let them be, knowing ignoring the chaos wouldn't make it disappear.

"Well, we're going home tomorrow. It'll die down soon," Lhea said, patting your back gently. Her sympathetic look quickly turned into a mischievous grin. "What about you and Mister Formula 1 Race Winner, Lando Norris?" You snickered, a smile forming at the mention of Lando. "What about him?"

"Don't play coy! When will you two meet again?" she pressed.

"Hopefully never," you joked with a shrug.

"Well, you should probably meet him now since we're leaving tomorrow," she suggested, her tone hinting at a plan.

"Why don't you go and get us something to eat?" Lhea said, grabbing your wrists and pulling you out of bed, steering you towards the door. You rolled your eyes at her obvious scheme but decided to play along. You slipped on your sandals and grabbed your spare key.

Lhea opened the door and gave you a gentle shove out. "Update me!" she called before closing the door behind you.

You scrolled through your phone while waiting for your order. Hotel food was nice, but it was starting to feel repetitive. When your order was called, you tucked your phone away and grabbed your food and drink from the counter. As you turned to leave, you nearly collided with someone. Luckily, they caught you with a gentle grip on your shoulders, preventing a spill.

"I'm so sorry—" you began, looking up to see the person who had saved your drink. It was him, the reason you had even went out despite your exhaustion. "Hi," you managed, offering an awkward smile.

"We can't keep meeting like this," he chuckled, releasing his hold on you. "I feel like my clothes are never safe when we meet." You laughed nervously, "I'm sorry, I was spacing out."

"It's alright," he assured.

A man squeezed between you, prompting an awkward shuffle to the side. "Uh, YN," he said, catching your attention. "Wanna hang out for a few minutes?" Lando's unexpected invitation caught you off guard, but you nodded eagerly. He motioned towards an empty seat by the window, and you followed him, feeling a rush of excitement.

As you settled into your seats, a waitress approached to take your order. "I'll just have an iced tea, thank you," you told her. Lando raised an eyebrow, "You're not eating?" You shook your head. "I already ate before you arrived," you explained. Lando nodded in understanding.

"Well, if you want, you can take some of my food," he offered with a warm smile. You returned the smile, appreciating his generosity.

After placing your order, the waitress left, leaving you and Lando alone at the table. "So, is this your go-to spot after celebrating a race?" you asked playfully. Lando chuckled, shaking his head. "No, usually it's the bar with a few friends, or I head straight back to where I'm staying and sleep."

"So, why a diner today?" you inquired, curious about his choice. Lando explained that a friend of his had been craving food from this place and asked him to pick some up. "Won't he be upset if his food takes too long?" you wondered. Lando shrugged. "He'll survive a few extra minutes without food," he replied, prompting a laugh from both of you.

As you chatted, time seemed to fly by. You shared laughs over embarrassing and interesting stories and bonded over shared interests. It felt comfortable and easy, unlike your previous encounters with the F1 driver.

"To think, accidentally taking my bag led to this," Lando remarked, a smile playing on his lips. You chuckled. "I'm pretty sure it was me spilling my drink on you that started it all," you countered. Lando shook his head. "Nah uh," he said, a brief silence before laughter took over.

"It's been really nice meeting you, YN," Lando said, his gaze sincere. Your cheeks flushed with warmth. "Y-yeah, it was nice meeting you too, Lando," you replied, feeling a sense of gratitude for the unexpected connection you had made.

And with that, the night went on with Lando spending his first race win celebration with you.

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lhea_theitgirl fill me in when u get back!

livduh suspicious

landonorris I had fun. Another hangout when???? 👀👀

user3 is that lando?

user4 cuteee

user5 Lando's hand? 🤨

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[IRL]

You hurriedly slipped on your shoes and grabbed your essentials— wallet, spare key, and phone —before dashing out of the hotel room. "Lhea, make sure everything is packed, okay?" you called back to your friend, who nodded in acknowledgment as she watched you rush to the elevator. It was your last day in Miami, and you were eager to spend it hanging out with your newfound friend— and crush —Lando Norris. Though it was just a small crush, the many coincidental encounters with him had made it blossom into something more.

Arriving in the hotel lobby, you spotted Lando sitting and waiting for you. He stood up as you approached, stashing his phone away to greet you. As he walked over, he gave you a friendly side hug, which you gladly returned. "So, where should we go?" you asked, smiling up at him as you both pulled away. "I was thinking a classic movie date and then maybe we can try go Karting?" Lando suggested.

The word "date" caused a flutter of excitement in your stomach, but you quickly composed yourself and nodded. "Yep, that sounds nice. Can't remember the last time I went to the cinema with someone other than my girlfriends," you chuckled, trying to play it cool.

Lando let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that you didn't seem to dwell on the word "date." He mentally scolded himself for slipping up. This was just a friendly hangout, nothing more.

"Shall we?" you prompted, nodding towards the door. Lando nodded in agreement, and you walked together, side by side, as you headed out for your movie hangout.

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livduh please stay alive. I'm praying for your safety rn 🙏

user6 "Did a Verstappen" 😭 I'm loving you already

user7 you guys are kinda cute tgthr

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livduh I wanna go Karting ☹️

ynusername next time babes 💋

lhea_theitgirl we're gonna miss you, Olives 😢

livduh I already miss you

ynusername ya'll being over dramatic, we'll literally meet in after two months

livduh THAT'S TOO LONG!

lhea_theitgirl exactly!

user8 this is so friends to lovers coded

user9 they're not dating?

user8 no not yet at least 😏

user10 omg, we can finally comment!

landonorris maybe next time you might finally win a race against me 😉

ynusername don't get cocky just because you're officially a race winner 😒

landonorris 😊

ynusername 🙄

user11 YN, my future favourite wag

ynusername what's a wag?

user11 😊 nothing you need to worry abt

ynusername curious

ynusername oh...

[IRL]

Lando insisted on dropping you off at the airport, and now it was finally time to leave Miami. You felt a pang of sadness, mostly because you wouldn't be able to spend more time with your new friend— crush. "Got everything?" he asked, as you checked your luggage one last time to make sure nothing was missing.

"Yep, all set," you confirmed, adjusting the strap on your bag.

"Please don't accidentally grab someone's bag again," he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, "No promises."

For a few moments, the two of you stood there in silence, neither wanting to say goodbye. Lando took a step forward and pulled you into a full hug. Surprised, you initially froze, but then you relaxed into the embrace, savoring the moment. He finally pulled away, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I'll see you in Imola, I hope," he said, his eyes searching yours.

You gave him a big, warm smile. "I hope so too. We'll keep in contact?"

Lando nodded. "We'll keep in contact," he reassured.

Turning away, you started walking into the terminal. Just before entering, you glanced back and waved a small goodbye, catching his smile one last time.

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livduh I feel like this isn't directed to me 🙁

ynusername you're delusional

livduh I'M delusional???

lhea_theitgirl leave her alone. she's coping

livduh whatever 🙄 becuz I'm such a good friend I'll let it slide

lhea_theitgirl we need a whole album for our pictures cuz my storage can't take it no more

ynusername 🤝 agreed

user12 if this trio was a girl group, Liv would be my bias

livduh you're now my favourite person in the entire world

lhea_theitgirl what happened to to me?

ynusername 🍵

user12 I love you three so much 😭

ynusername they're arguing in the gc (we love you too)

user12 what have I done 😂

ynusername this is great entertainment

user13 I need a yt channel about you three tbh

ynusername we had a yt channel when we were pretty young. should we give it another try? 🤔

user14 absolutely!

user15 that caption is definitely directed to a certain f1 driver

oscarpiastri 😏

ynusername OMFG HII OSCARR!

user16 not YN fangirling about Oscar 😭

user17 pastry what're you doin' here? 🤨

user18 was I tripping or did I see you at the airport?

ynusername 👀

landonorris I'll see you soon ❤️ by ynusername

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A/N : I think this is the longest part so far in the series. I really liked this one. Was listening to lana del ray and I was really in my feels while writing this one. Anyways, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed this part.

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samara444 · 2 days

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THE 3D DOES NOT FUCKING EXIST.

the 3d is 100% irrelevant. shadow? mirror? delay? FUCK THAT BRO it doesnt even exist! the onlyyy power it has is the one you give it.

you think you fell off? till now u were affirming and persisting but something horrible happened in your 3d and now everything sucks again? congratulations, it doesnt matter, cuz you still have it. you still have your desire.

you fucked up? you have doubts? you start looking at the 3d for validation? congratulations. doesnt matter. I still have what i want.

you felt negatively? you acknowledged the lack of ur desire? you thought whyy is it not here yet? congratulations. doesnt fucking matter at all. i already have it.

spiral. go ahead and cry and whine and have doubts and question if this is real or not. hate everything and feel like shit. doesnt matter baby, YOU STILLLL HAVE WHAT YOU WANT!!!

when we say the 3d doesnt matter. it truly doesnt. the only meaning the 3d has is the meaning we give it.

i felt like i fell off, the month changed and my 3d didnt so i started wondering where is it, why dont i have it, am i doing something wrong, then the intrusive thoughts follow “what if its not real” “omg am i just wasting my time” “what if i dont get it” “what will i do now” you know what i did? i gave myself the biggest smile and told myself….it doesnt matter sam, my love. you still have it. and i dooo. i still do.

you have to understand that this disgusting ass stinky crappy old 3d which is literally a graveyard, an absolute shitshow that does not have anything to do with us, its all the past, its all dead, so it doesnt matter how i react, when i know i have it in my god state, aka my imagination, aka the only true reality, aka the only reality that matters at all.

so you cann spiral. you can fuck up. my god you can have a mental fucking breakdown and ur 3d could turn into absolute shit and ur sp can hate u and ur dad could get cancer and a tsunami could come and world war 3 can start…IT DOESNT FUCKING MATTER!!!! IT HAS NOOOO EFFECT AT ALLL.

take ur power back. literally announce that no matter what this old dead reality shows u, ur life could go to complete shit, trust me that doesn’t matter when fulfillment is present in your heart. ur only job is to have it. stop reacting. stop stop stop reacting and start having, thats where all your power lies and thats the way to pure fulfillment.

-love, samu <3

#law of assumption #law of attraction #desired reality #shifting realities #reality shift #shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting #shifting antis dni #shifting community #manifestation #manifesting #law of manifestation #master manifestor #neville goddard #living in the end #23/5/24

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okay so what we’re not going to do is villainize shoko.

jjk 261 spoilers, thoughts, and a brief analysis of shoko. (and touching on some sashisu stuff. more specifically the sash part.)

i see a lot of people bashing her for not having a reaction to the body swapping plan and that satoru was like ‘i’m mostly surprised shoko didn’t object’ SO. here’s what i’ve got to say.

shoko didn’t object because she was fully under the belief that satoru was going to win. that it wasn’t going to happen. it was literally the worst worst worst WORST case scenario. she had SO MUCH faith in satoru.

let’s rewind back to the shibuya arc. what we knew about shoko at that time regarding her use of cigarettes was that she had quit five years (iirc) prior to those events. her smoking habits literally revolve around satoru’s wellbeing.

mind you this was after she and yaga learned satoru had been sealed. she heard the news and immediately began smoking. why? because shoko is a person who masks her emotions and she does it well. she’s not the type of woman to break down in tears. she’s going to hide it and instead light up a cigarette.

we saw this with her interaction with suguru. she acted very nonchalant about his defection and the massacre he committed on the village and his parents. but when we fast forward ten years and go to jjk0, it’s made abundantly clear that she still cares about him. during the meeting where yaga declares they’re going to kill suguru — i’m pretty sure his words were ‘exorcise the curse that is geto suguru’ or something along those lines — shoko leaves. she flat out walks out. and during the night parade of 100 demons, we have a moment where see the most emotion out of shoko that we have for the majority of the series. she’s angry. she’s hurt. she has these thoughts of something along the lines of like ‘you sure made a mess for us’ regarding suguru. and it’s especially prominent because it’s the first time we’ve ever seen her like this and only time. the closest we get to seeing that again is during the sukuna fight.

she literally cares so much but she’s just emotionally constipated and doesn’t know how to show it 😭 it’s an issue both she and satoru have. they deflect. they mask. they move on and yet the carry it with them somewhere deep inside them.

so we go back forward to satoru and sukuna’s fight. where we do see emotion from shoko but what’s most important to note is the panels she’s in. when they focus on her, she’s either smoking a cigarette, lighting a cigarette up, or we see her surrounded by cigarette butts.

we see her genuinely fearful at this point. she had full confidence that satoru was going to win. that’s why she said ‘do what you want’ and didn’t object. because in her mind, it wouldn’t happen.

it’s very important to remember that sashisu, whether you see it in a romantic or platonic way, was a group that cared so fucking deeply for one another. their bonds were deep. their love for their found family was deep. it’s part of the reason why suguru defected in the end. which i can get it into but not at this time. but at the end of the day, sashisu had ass communication skills and failed to properly understand one another.

and that seems to continue on with the satoshoko side of that, which was left after suguru left. and after he died.

also, it’s really important to remember that shoko is not like satoru and suguru. she’s a healer. that’s it. that’s all she does. she doesn’t get to fight or be on the front lines like they do. she’s the one who gets to wait behind and wait until the damage is done to do her job. she’s been doing this since she was (probably) 15, maybe even younger since we don’t know her backstory. she’s going to be emotionally detached. also, keep in mind this page:

specifically her first piece of dialogue. ‘it’s more like we have to do it.’

and that’s the bottom line.

whew. this was rough. shoko ieiri you will always be loved by me.

#jujutsu kaisen #shoko ieiri #gojo satoru #geto suguru #sashisu #satoshoko #satosho #sugushoko #if you guys don’t understand shoko #you can just say that #but don’t villainize her #there’s inevitably going to be an aftermath #and we’ll see what happens then.#jjk 261 #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #sabé is gnawing at the bars of their enclosure

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fanaticsnail · 2 days

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I know dreaming of you are group works but I literally want one for katakuri sooo bad like, the GRIP this man has on me is insane

(I love him so much🍩❤)

(Ps.I'm sorry if this sounds like a demand I didn't mean it to❤)

Sweet anon, I have had a grapefruit flavoured soju and immediately began this as soon as I saw it in my ask box an hour ago. I hope you enjoy! (Don't worry, honey. I crave the big guy too).

Dreaming of you

Masterlist Here

Word count: 1,800+

Synopsis: He couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in his dream. The way you writhed on his lap, cried his name and allowed him to please you had him wake to sticky blankets when he jolted upright. His thoughts got the better of him, and he was wracked with a new mission to seek out whether it was a possibility to see it become a reality.

Warnings: wet dreams, afab!reader x katakuri, fingering, nicknames, haki, dub con (Using your image to picture satisfying him in his fantasy), suggestive content, size difference, feelings, NSFW, 18+, MDNI.

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Sat on his lap with your back on his chest, his middle digit gently began pistoning in soft beckoning motions into your glistening cunt. His face was coated in a soft glow of blush, his toothy grin tugging dotingly up his cheeks as he watched you cum on his hand through half-hooded lashes.

Your legs shook as he slowly brushed against your g-spot, angling his large hand over your clit and grinding into it with his palm. Huffing and panting, your release gushed over his leather pants and coated them with another wave of your slick as he stretched your tight pussy with his large fingers.

“Did you cum again for me, little mouse?” he cooed down at you, gently drawing his index finger over your chin and dragging the pad of his fingertips over your jaw. You looked up at him, the soft sheen of your dewy sweat coated your forehead and stuck the loose strands of your hair against your head.

“I-I-...” you struggled to find the words, your head fuzzy and spiraling with the sheer number of times Katakuri had devoted to making you whimper, writhe and cream your desires over his fingers, lips and tongue. He offered you nothing but love in his hazel eyes, blinking slowly and angling his face down to smile at you in a soft gaze.

“I know you did, sweet thing,” he affirmed, drawing soft patterns into your cheek and offering you a kiss on your glistening forehead, “I felt you flutter around me when you called my name. So pretty,” he complimented, rubbing his large cheek over your head and inhaling your perfume, “So sweet.”

You whimpered, drawing your hands up to his face and tugging at his jaw. Moaning and pleading with him, you pressed intentional and desperate kisses against his cheeks, lips, teeth and chin while confessing your desires.

“I want to try again,” you called to him, imploring him to give into your demands, “Please can we try again? I promise I’ll behave and listen. I can do it this time, promise.” Katakuri groaned, his cheeks deepening with their soft flush as he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, your gummy walls contracting with aftershocks of pleasure as he did so.

“We can’t, you know this,” he attempted to relay to you, gently pressing on your shoulders and turning you in his lap, “I am over seventeen feet tall,” he gestured to his tattooed chest before gently caressing your shoulders, “You don’t even reach half that height. Where are you going to fit it-?”

“-I don’t care,” you reassured him and cut off his train of thought, pressing needy kisses against his chest, trailing lower to his belt buckle, “I’ll make it fit. I am determined to make it fit.” You tugged hard on his belt and released the metal clamp from the leathery holster, “I promise it’ll fit.”

“It won’t fit,” he again argued, gently tugging at your shoulder with a soft nudge, “You can’t fit it in both of your hands, let alone anywhere else. It’s okay, I assure you,” he urged you to look up at him by drawing up your chin with his index and middle fingers, “It doesn’t make me love you any less.”

You grit your teeth, looking down at him and hardening your resolve. He smiled at your expression, adoring your soft pout and closing his eyes as he was sure he had convinced you to give up on your little mission. It was true, there was no natural way for him to slot himself within you without tearing open your abdomen and breaking your smaller body.

As he closed his eyes, he felt something soft, wet and tight begin to descend onto his knob. He immediately snapped his eyes open, his eyes wide with shock as you took him within your pussy while wincing back the pain.

“What are y-you-...?” he began, halting as he gasped at the sensation of your body choking his shaft with your tight pussy. His hands shook, his body ignited with lust and arguing with himself to tug your body away from him, while fighting the urge to buck up into you.

“I-... I can do it,” you grit your teeth, your eyes clenching shut as you descend onto him inch by inch. Finally taking his large tip into your body, he could see the outline of his knob sheathed within you. Gritting his teeth, he balled his hands into fists and held them firmly at his sides.

“D-Don’t,” he implored you, his breath hitching in his throat as you took more of him into yourself, “Don’t do this. Please, don’t do this.” He begged, huffing and panting as he felt more of you descend onto his throbbing cock. His shaft twitched at the base involuntarily, prompting a cry to fall from his lips as they parted in shock.

“I…” you growled at him, prompting his eyes to open at the tone of your cadence, “...can do this.” Your determination held something else in your eye, his own gaze meeting your steely determination as you took the final few inches of his shaft deep within you. He looked closer, noticing the tinge of red around your irises, the lightning veins of swirly command prompting him to fall his toothy jaw slack in shock.

“Armament haki?” he whispered at you, his gaze trickling over your naked form in shock and awe, “You’re-... nnnnhg-... you’re using armament haki in order to take my cock?” His voice stuttered as his resolve nearly crumbled in its cower. Your eyes darkened, your pussy fluttering around him as it contracted to endure his size.

“I am,” you confirmed with a curt, dangerous and feral nod, “And I can hold this armament haki for three minutes,” you splayed your fingers on his happy trail and bounced a little to ensure it was working. You looked up at him with a manic glint in your eye, his eyes trembling in shock as you uttered mischievously, “So you have about one minute forty five to use me the way you so desperately want to, sweetheart. Better get going.”

Without much further warning, Katakuri spun you beneath him and began mercilessly bullying you with his exceptionally girthy cock. The indent of his shaft molded your body to fit his contour, the bulge in your abdomen protruding as he sheathed himself with every harsh thrust.

He had never been with a partner, always fearing to tear them in half and break them the moment he gave into his desire. He wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out for the remaining minute and thirty seconds you had remaining of this armament, simply lost to all other thoughts than how perfect you felt wrapped around him. He huffed and panted your name, using you as his personal sleeve as he grasped your hips in a single hand beneath where you lay under him.

“I-I’m-... I’m-... I’m-...” he growled, feeling his release pool in his abdomen and tighten in the pit of his belly, “I’m gonna cum. I’m g-gonna cum.”

“Cum in me, Katakuri,” you urged him, your body taking him effortlessly without a hint of pain or sorrow, “Claim me, make me yours. I’m yours. Only yours.” He pulled you into him further, harder, faster, stronger. His hips stapled you against the mattress as he felt the first twitches of his cock readying for erruption.

“Hh-hah-... I’m c-cumming,” he sobbed, his teeth drawing down to nibble at your neck as he began to ride his high, “I’m cumming, I’m-... f-fuck-... I’m cumming.” He shot rope after rope of his pearlescent cum deep within your abdomen, immediately splashing back and coating the base of his shaft and balls with each hefty wave of sticky release.

Huffing and panting, he continued riding through his high, his bucking, tugging and grinding continuing to have him sob your name as he finally experienced the unity between the two of you. He felt relief and bittersweet sorrow eclipse his being the moment his ecstasy ceased, looking down at you with awe and amazement.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead as he felt the final spurts of his pent up release brush into your body and splash back onto his own. As he darted his eyes between yours, your image dissipated into a cloud of vapor and his eyes widened in shock.

He shook his head, reopening his eyes and noticing his room was without luminance and dark in comparison to the soft, smoky glow it was lit with moments before. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, he looked down at himself and noticed another duvet ruined by his midnight muse. He growled at himself, his jaws clenching tightly shut as he came to terms with everything he dreaded.

It was another dream.

Another dream about you.

When he met you and the rest of the Straw-Hat crew back at Cake Island for the wedding between his sister and the Vinsmoke boy, he was immediately captivated by you. You had a fiery temper, a need to care for your crew, and compassion for your enemies by heeding a code of conduct while you battled.

You hurt his sister, Brulee, by engaging her in combat. Something he was going to ensure you paid for with interest the moment he had an opportunity to do so. As she was harmed a little more than you potentially intended, you halted the combat to ensure she was truly okay. Your need to ensure she had an ‘out’ from the fight, to offer her a swift execution or an honorable understanding if she stood down had him immediately smitten with you.

The minister of flour was in love with you, something he didn’t anticipate ever feeling for an individual. And this was the twelfth time this month he had dreamt of you. His dreams started with him engaging you in battle for you to halt it and offer him peace in the form of a donut. As the dreams became more intense, he pictured himself revealing his face to you and having you accept him for who he was.

This was the first time he had ever pictured himself fucking you. He had always ever pleasured you in his dreams, never seeking satisfaction for himself due to the sheer impossibility of it. You were small, he was tall: there was nothing he could do to change that fact.

Nothing, until his dreams offered him this solution.

He immediately began cleaning up after his night visit, reaching for his tissue box beside his bed and tidying the glubs of his release over his abdomen, deflating shaft, and bedsheets beneath him. Getting up from his reline, he headed over to his desk and pulled out a small collection of information regarding armament haki. Sifting through the pages, he thought this time he had finally found the solution.

This time, he could finally find a way to experience what he had denied himself for so long.

He could only hope that you were not only able to wield armament haki, but that you could consider the possibility to engage yourself with him in a relationship. He loved you from afar, using his sister’s ability to check in with you from time to time after the battle. You seemed friendly enough with them both whenever they checked in, perhaps you could see yourself with someone like him.

His hope would come soon enough, his sister's face split up in a large smile as she spoke with you on a den-den snail. You were aboard the Thousand Sunny and sailing with your captain towards Elegia to see Uta's concert. Inviting Brulee to join you at the venue, to sing along to Uta's music with her, was potentially his way to confess his love for you once the festivities concluded.

#one piece #x reader #katakuri #charlotte katakuri #katakuri one piece #op katakuri #katakuri x reader #charlotte katakuri x reader #charlotte family #one piece smut #katakuri smut

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bubbleddisasters · 3 days

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(Can’t believe I’m writing my first ever x reader (kind of) this but the Self Aware Au is so interesting to me)

Code Escaping: Heartstabyl Edition.

(All Students (can be viewed as platonic or romantic, Orthos is strictly platonic though)

Gender Neutral Reader!

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After several attempts, and failures, they finally succeeded.

They got through

To your world.

What next? Try and Find you, Rush to your side first thing and try to casually explain that a video game character broke out of their code to see them?

Maybe set things up first? Comfy living, then an easy way to find you? Or go off clues from things you used to say or areas he saw behind you? Or did he get lucky and he’s two feet away?

Man, He should have checked the code for your location…..No time to lose!

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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒍

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𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 🌹

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Truth be told, he got quite lucky.

A library is where he arrived, one he recognized as your hiding spot to study, or simply relax.

So, he found every tome he thought relevant on what he needed to know of the basics of your world, aswell as the one he last witnessed you study, and sat himself in the seat next to where you usually did, awaiting your arrival.

Was it timely? Perhaps, Perhaps not.

You’d been slightly (Very) annoyed that for some reason, none of your Riddle cards would show his appearance. The Chibi was no where to be seen, and your homescreen vacant of him.

So as you made your way to your spot, you nearly shrieked because either thats a damn good cosplay or Riddle Rosehearts was very casually reading the history textbook your teacher assigned while sitting four feet away from your usual spot.

Steel blue eyes scoped to check the noise, and sat up instantly.

“Just as I expected, you’d arrive here sooner or later. You certainly took your time, however.”

Before you could process the fact he sounded suspiciously like Ciel Phantomhive, he quite literally summoned a tea set. Out of thin air.

And was just staring. Most definitely waiting for you to sit down casually like he didn’t summon an entire china set with piping hot tea in a magicless world.

This was the real deal. Mommy Issues Supreme was now officially your problem. Good Luck.

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𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒚♣

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He remembered the name of the bakery down the street you visited.

As a joke, when you’d finished book one, you’d ordered a Strawberry Tart. He couldn’t exactly remember if you actually ate it, or gave it away, but it was funny, regardless.

Using Paint the Roses, he altered a napkin into a very nice resume, and he got a job there.

When Trey up and vanished from your homescreen, you’d gone to get a pastry to cheer yourself up. Not the best coping skill, but hey, it works.

It was pretty late, and it seemed they were closing up, so you planned to just be in and out, not wanting to make their job any harder.

The little bell rung as you entered, and the little alarms in your head went off when you arrived at the counter, and a-wait, why would someone cosplay at their job? Trey and working at a Bakery fit together, but…wait a second. Thats not a wig, and thats not contacts either.

If Ingame Trey was missing, and this guy looked exactly like him…..Nope, Not Possible.

Trying to play it casual , you ordered the usual and once you had it, sat down as you normally would.

But when you took a bite of your treat, it tasted like….Strawberry. Then Chestnut. What the hell.

You unintentionally had an odd staring contest with the current cashier, who then held out a scarily familiar pen, chuckling a bit as he placed it on the counter.

“Surprise.”

After making his way around the counter, he sat down on the other side of the table, doing his best to not freak you out too much.

“Yea, I know this might be a bit confusing, and It’s probably not easy to process all this, so take your time, and I’ll answer any questions you have.”

Great, because you had several.

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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓♦

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Social Media Stalking but not Stalking was his forte.

The first thing he did was make pretty much every account he could on medias he knew you had. Like Tumblr.

He decided it would be way too freaky to just pop up out of nowhere, so as he was thinking and exploring, he took a few selfies and photoshoots here are there.

And WOW. They blew up. At first he thought it was the general math of Attractive Guy + Good Photos of him = Alot of Views. He had sorta kinda forgot other people knew about Twist until he noticed the flood of “Cater IRL” and “THE Cater Cosplay” comments. Which gave him an idea.

After the annoyance of all your Caters being lost in the code sauce, you messed around online until you accidentally pulled up a page with the greatest Cater Cosplay you had ever witnessed.

You had to do a double take when the follow button said “Follow Back”. You complied with the buttons wishes and followed them back.

After a while, you somehow ended up dming back and forth with him, and his strangely Cater coded texts. You also discovered that it apparently wasn’t a cosplay, and just his natural appearance was scarily similar to Caters..and his name was Cater, which was accidentally revealed by a Starbucks barista calling out after finishing making his drink while you were calling.

Part of you suspected that this could be the real Cater, with all the math adding up, and the other half of you called you a fucking idiot for that.

Little did you know the first one was exactly what Cater was hoping for.

With that, he managed to do some kinda social media stalking ( but not like, Rook Levels, DW) and found your general area based on area matching (TY Google Maps!) and nearly jumped for joy when he realized it was where he was too.

He subtly managed to sneak that in conversation, and set up a meetup between you two, a brunch and phone shopping. Weird Pick on the last one, but you decided not to judge.

The first thing he said when you arrived confused you, alot.

With a bright smile, he waved you over.

“Hey! Long Time no see!”

Ignoring the aggressive red flag in that statement with a simple “Maybe he meant since we called” as if you didn’t call him last night to plan this out, either way, you scooted in.

You two got so distracted chatting, at one point making up a game of fake gossiping the craziest things to see if anyone reacted, and for your own entertainment.

Because of that, your drink went warm, and as soon as you mentioned it, you got your answer to the “Where did my Caters go.” question.

Why? Because, as if this had happened before, he simply refroze it. Magically.

As you stared in pure awe and confusion, he grimaced upon the realization his cover was pretty much blown.

“Whoops…Lets just pretend that didn’t happen, and I’ll explain later, ‘Kay?”

You just had to pray nobody witnessed that, as Area 51 did definitely did not sound like Cay-Cays ideal Vacay.

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𝑨𝒄𝒆♥

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He thought it would be fucking HILARIOUS to prank you, as, unfortunately for you, he ended up in your house, only to find out you were asleep, which gave him the opportunity to PUA (Prank Upon Arrival)

For the next several hours of your waking life, Ace of Hearts playing cards of varying sizes would be infesting your house, or when you’d put something down and look away, there was either a card on it or it had been replaced by a card.

You were also robbed of leftovers you’d been saving, and a few snacks by this card demon.

After you left the house vacant (you fool), the Knave struck again, this time sneaking out and guessing your next move, heading off to a cafe because you needed caffeine after the card madness, until you had already ordered, and you had turned on Twist while waiting for your drink.

Quietly, he slid into the chair infront of you as you grumbled.

“He’s not on the homescreen either—Where the hell are all my Ace cards?”

Hehe, Infront of you. This is the best setup ever.

Leaning back on the chair, he couldn’t contain a grin as he faked obliviousness.

“I dunno. Maybe try looking around a lil’ more?”

Not paying much attention to who was talking to you in your moment of despair , you sighed, swiping back to the home screen.

“They’re not those kinds of cards.”

“Aren’t like, five of them card themed?”

“Four right now, since Ace has seemingly gone and fucked off to another dimension:”

“Yeaaa, about that. It was not as easy to do as you’re making it sound. Just saying.”

You looked up for a split second, then did a double take and nearly skyrocketed out of your chair, making indecipherable confusion noises while he laughed his ass off, totally soaking in the success of his perfect surprise you had unintentionally enabled.

While you stood frozen in shock, he simply grabbed your things, put them in your hand, S̶t̶o̶l̶e̶ grabbed your coffee, and whisked you out the door.

I pray for you, good luck dealing with him.

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𝑫𝒆𝒖𝒄𝒆♠

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Woke up in either your garage or kitchen, and was confused. Rightfully so.

Since he couldn’t really find you around, but at least recognized this as your house, he just waddled around more or less, fixing random things here and cleaning up there while trying to find clues to where you might be, or if he should just wait here.

He finally found a grocery list, which you had forgotten, and spent the next 10 minutes trying to find the nearest grocery store while unintentionally locking himself out of the house in the process, so made the genius decision to hope you were still at the grocery store and dashed over.

You’re doing great, dude.

Anywho, he got lucky, because in the middle of carrying off your shopping bags, your notification that your AP was full went off, and as you went to use it, you noticed a severe lack of Deuce on your homescreen.

This lead to sitting on a bench and getting distracted trying to figure out why the hell this glitch had only affected your Deuce cards, so you weren’t paying much attention when you heard a voice somewhat far off but close.

“Oh hey! There you are!”

Assuming it was for someone else, you continued trying to fix the “glitch”, then paused when you heard the voice from before right infront of you.

“Do you need help with carrying those bags?”

The words “I’m good, thanks.” died on your tongue when you looked up, only to be face to face with the guy you’d been suffering trying to figure out where he went for 20 minutes. Ingame. In a VIDEO GAME.

Internally, you practically short-circuited, after you panicked, he started panicking, and you both ended up in a weird confusion panic that had the energy of the spidermans pointing at eachother meme.

Great job! You have now acquired a German Shepard Golden Retriever mix in human form.

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Bonus :

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𝑪𝒉𝒆'𝒏𝒚𝒂⤵➟

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Unlike most of them, he had absolutely zero trouble hopping into your world.

However, instead of revealing himself right away, he decided to be the ghost of good deeds and mischief. And a random black cat you’d suspiciously find on your window sill demanding pets or cuddles.

Luckily transforming, flying, invisibility, and the rest of his magic ability seemed to work just fine.

Sometimes, you’d randomly find things placed in unusual places, spoons on the ceiling, for example, the paintings or pictures sometimes randomly taking on very funny faces, teacups and plates floating around at 2am, leaving you to assume it was a sleepy hallucination.

Other times you’d be aggravatingly trying to fix something, look away for one moment, and not only was it fixed, it looked almost brand new. Or you’d open the fridge or pantry, and notice the lack of food, then open it again, and i’d be filled to the brim.

You never noticed anything too strange on Twist itself however until you got bored one day, and decided to replay Heartstabyls chapters, only to realize Che’nya was…completely missing.

Out of sheer curiosity, you checked his Pomfieore Chapter appearance. Nothing. Gone.

Trying to see if it was just the WIFI connection, you moved rooms, only to see a blink of purple in the corner of your eye.

Lounging in the air by the window, tail swaying lazily, he peeked over, then grinned his signature grin.

“Nya-ice to meet you~”

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Yay! Thats all!!

Holy shit I can’t believe I wrote this, feel free to take me out (Date or Assassination I really don’t care)

Alright! I might do more but they might not be in dorm order, see ya!

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ophelisstuff · 1 day

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pls do more cc and pb fics u write so good !!

VACATION WEEK | P.B x C.C x Reader

authors note ENJOYYYYY

requested by : anon

word count : 568

warnings : just paige and caitlin being dumb, a few curse words

So far, the vacation getaway with your girlfriends had been a living hell. Beginning to feel like a single mother constantly scolding two young children.

Weeks before summer break, Caitlin and Paige had brought up the idea of an island getaway for the three of you.

Claiming that it was the best way to kick off summer by spending a week on an island with each others company — and without argument you agreed.

Eager to spend time with your girlfriends who were always taken away from you due to their busy basketball careers.

You were ready to relax and enjoy your quality time with them. The three of you had even cleared your schedules out for a week to make room for the trip.

The days leading up we’re anticipating, making sure everyone’s bags were packed correctly and nothing important was left behind.

However, it all paid off once landing and witnessing the islands beauty — excitement rushing within you parting ways with the plane.

Deeply hoping that the sass both your girlfriends had to offer would fade away for just a week. Hoping there would be little to no room for their occasional disagreements.

Yet, as usual, you underestimated the two women. Because here you stood, arms crossed over your chest as you watched them argue over what to eat for lunch.

“I don’t want pizza - they probably don’t even have pizza! I want wingstop!” Paige argued with Caitlin.

The two growing annoyed with each other because no persuasion was happening — the disagreement was only deepening.

“Yeah well i’m pretty sure the chances of this island having pizza is higher than it having wingstop!”

All you could do was sit on the couch and watch the two disagree. Silently deciding on a solution that could bring their bickering to an end.

“Listen to me when I tell you this. I do not care. We’re having wings for lunch, Caitlin”

“No, we’re having pizza for lunch! you can have wings literally every day!”

“and you can have pizza every day t-”

“We’re not having either if you two keep this up” You interrupted, sliding your phone in your beach bag that held towels, waters, snacks and sunscreen.

Both the girls went silent, the disagreement being dropped as they exchanged dirty looks.

“How about a beach picnic?” You proposed, hoping they’d agree to the idea. Believing it would be more enjoyable with the ocean scenery in view.

Waiting for an answer, you watched as the two exchanged looks. Hopeful that your idea would end their ongoing argument.

“If there’s wings” Paige debated, Caitlin nodding in agreement.

“Oh, and pizza” The brunette added, liking the idea fully.

“You’re both so difficult.” You groaned, happy a solution had finally come into play. Ready to finally exit the hotel room and go enjoy the sunny day awaiting

“now, could you both go change into the matching bathing suits.” You asked from your position on the couch, needing them to get ready so you could head out.

“Oh my god - I don’t wanna match with her!” Caitlin exclaimed through a loud groan, unaware that her words would strike up an argument.

“Well I don’t wanna match with you either!” The blonde fired back.

Exhaling, you leaned back on the couch and allowed another disagreement to unfold. Watching as the two adults standing before you argued like a pair of children.

#paige bueckers x reader #wlw #anon <3 #caitlin clark x reader #iowa wbb #uconn wbb #caitlin clark x paige bueckers x reader #iowa hawkeyes #paige bueckers #caitlin clark #women’s basketball

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poeticheathen · 3 days

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BIKER! EREN JAEGER x BLK-FEM! OC

double tap. my backpack. - 🎒☁️ …

summary: eren jaeger, a famous biker and bike content creator, is petrified of women. however, a particular social butterfly and social media fashionista, sanaí wilson (pronounce suh-nigh), vanishes that statement ever coming into existence after a memorable encounter.

wc: 12k (lengthy and descriptive asl) if u not a fan, keep scrolling lol

warnings: sanaí wilson (21), biker! eren (22), shy eren, eren is afraid of women lol, black original female character (she oatmeal thicc) !, (oc), fluff and just a lot more fluff, eren is appreciated like never before, smut, strangers to lovers, eren and sanaí are literal sweethearts, tatted! eren, oral fem-receiving, missionary, prone bone, switch eren!, sanaí is submissive but so is eren, they both sluts, written in third person, downright filthy like no bs, eren is 6’3 and sanaí is 5’4, high emotions, mention of other aot characters, sensitivity, confessions, overstimulation, squirting, big dick! eren, eren is down bad for sanaí lol.

this really did write itself. excuse any mistakes. part 2? enjoy! <3

“so you guys have been pestering me to do a q&a and i said i would at 500k… and so here we are at-ahem.. 700k.” nervously giggling underneath his helmet, step for step in his low all white air forces, eren scrolls through each anonymous message.

“i just got done with the gym, and saw this parking lot to be a cool location.. and thought why the fuck not film here.” eren shrugged, grasping his jansport backpack anxiously.

“real shit, i honestly cannot believe half the shit you guys send me.. like-”

eren lowly squeals momentarily until continuing, “like why the fuck did i agree to do this.” eren laughs nervously to himself, long and slender fingers decorated in a few clad rings rubbing down his compressed long sleeve gym shirt. his other hand pointing at the camera teasingly, “that was a joke by the way, i know why you sluts-”

his hidden beauty marks were tainted upon his abdominal muscles flexing and contracting underneath such fabric with each chuckle that fled from his lips. on constant occasions, jealousy poured through different individuals because of a snatched waist that led into a dangerous defined alphabet after x. his muscular lower half without a doubt explained of him never skipped leg day. but also could be said the same for his back traveling to his shoulders, decorated in a few tattoos and beauty marks too.

as the sun began to set, the outlet parking lot was beginning to slowly become vacant, but not fast enough for an antsy individual such as himself. “before we start, i know i go missing every few weeks and don’t post as much as i used to but i do hope for that to change since i have some more free time at the moment. but i do appreciate each and every one of you.”

a shape of a heart with shaky hands suddenly is directed towards the camera sitting across from a obsidian ducati 2024 panigale position upon its kickstand. “fuck, i hope that heart came out somewhat cute for you guys”, a small smile no could see but deep chuckle was heard through the cute interaction.

he is currently filled with anxiety but promised himself this year he would be more open to filming in public spaces without his friends. subconsciously, eren continuously fidgets with his fingers knowing he’s receiving odd looks from other individuals as they pass onward to their parked vehicles while recording a video in a helmet. “you guys are such whores like i don’t know if i should be concerned and contact a counselor or be flattered.”

eren snickers and shakes his head, “i get it at times, but fuck i saw a comment telling me to run them over religiously like what in the actual fuck.”

after his laughter died down, eren clears his throat and notices the parking lot starting to illuminate underneath the lights. he answers the first mild question he has seen too often and chose out the other 95% horny messages, “am i single? um yes.”

eren decides to expand after seeing a relatable follow up question, can i be your backpack?

he considers his choice of words carefully with pursed lips before saying, “hmm, i am a very private person as you all know but i don’t want anyone to get their hopes up.” eren nervously taps onto his bike with his fingers as he leans his sculpted physique onto his bike behind him, head covered in an expensive helmet that reflects underneath illumination and exhales into a brief sigh while chuckling, “but i am without a fucking doubt absolutely terrified of women.”

it’s crazy cause eren isn’t afraid of anything else. anything you named, he’s practically done it. from bungee jumping, snowboarding, jump out of an airplane, and even jumping off of one of his best friends house party roofs into a swimming pool for a dare. however, talking to women was where he drew the line.

a deep laugh and snort resonates from within eren, cringing at his past experiences. he remembers and has plenty of encounters of women approaching him with his helmet on at different locations but indefinitely turning them down gently out of low self-esteem and other reasons, “i just.. yea you guys just fucking scare me. and also being cheated on doesn’t help with that but i hope that answers your question.”

eren continues on to answer other questions with the inability to stay still and doing different cute actions with shaky hands hoping he doesn’t look like a fool. it’s actually all the opposite, not realizing the vice he has his viewers under. or how snug the leash around their necks tightened with an unintentional moan or curse under his breath. or even how tight they were wrapped around his pinterest built fingers. but, he didn’t notice at all. more so, he appreciated the compliments on his physique but no one knew of his identity except for those really close to him. he promised himself he would never do a face reveal which was covered at all times with his helmet or blurred in other bike creator videos which they respected and understood.

it was a harsh reality of being ostracized for not meeting certain standards. he noticed other bikers in the same situation just as he became well-known throughout the rising community. he embraces the rated r commentary not realizing his small actions of pulling up his shirt at 109 mph and exposing a sculpted washboard abdomen was nothing but innocent. or, his peek-a-boo of shoulder length wavy hair and beauty marks collected onto his revealing veiny neck exposing a silver dangling chain was more than attractive, but unholy in the eyes of many. and of course who could forget the exquisite patchwork dutifully tainted upon both flexed arms that illuminated underneath once in a lifetime tourist views. but after a while, he noticed it was a constant expectation for those unintentional movements which he thoroughly disliked with a passion.

and riding motorcycles was his passion.

luckily, early on, eren clarified those supposedly so called thirst trap videos would come every once in a blue moon and shouldn’t be expected from any biker in a rant reel video. he literally just chose certain clips while editing that were of his aesthetic. with over 1.3 million views over the next few days, eren gained more followers and respect from not only the bike community but others as well. but of course, so called ‘supporters’ had a few words to share with him via dm in contrast to the positive love he was receiving.

‘you’re gonna lose followers’

‘that’s the only reason anyone watches you’

‘what the fuck? it’s not that deep’

if it’s not that fucking deep, why are you dm’ing me?

he ignored the horny anonymous messages and only responding to those that dive into hobbies and interests outside or related to his motorcycle content. with excitement, eren finds himself rambling on to other topics and forgetting a particular question, to then proceed laughing nervously rereading it to answer properly.

“i want to try knitting, not gonna lie. i saw this tiktok- oh fuck tiktok is getting banned you guys.”

as he’s rambling about tiktok, eren hears a car pull up behind him which makes him stop mid sentence. anxiety starts to swim into his veins until he turns around carefully putting his hands onto the front pocket of his bag for protection until he’s met with a heaven sent angel.

a literal angel that could provide all the protection he needed.

nothing but silence. eren recognizes it’s a woman once her car window levels down, a beautiful woman at that. his eyes soak in the scene before him once the material fades to a clearer picture. fuck that word beautiful did not do her any justice cause she was more.

so much more. the anxiety traveling throughout his body continuously sweeps him off his feet, but his heart thumping at the sight of her overpowered all discomfort. her beautiful caramel complexion and fluffy curly hair draped around like curtains had his fingers itching to caress.

as her car lightbulb flickered and illuminated, it allowed eren to take in the the most stunning painting. a studded nose ring complimenting her supposedly false lashes that that expanded the curiosity in her eyes to shine even more than they already did. even though he couldn’t see the rest of her body, he knew everywhere else that was hidden was to die for. he just hoped his dick wasn’t becoming hard as he stared at her facial features. sparkling teal orbs followed her plump lips that were coated in gloss that seemed to be moving as if she were talking-

she was talking. was she talking this whole time?

ah shit.

eren shook his head, laughing nervously with hands shaking immensely as his daydream ended, fidgeting with his helmet , and gaining enough courage to ask her in a shaky voice, “fuck, i’m sorry. i was just-” don’t over explain eren. “-nevermind. um. what did you say?”

sanaí found herself beginning to smile, noticing his nervousness even if he was wearing a helmet. his body language told an entirely different story, “no need to apologize boo. but i just said i loved your motorcycle.”

sanaí waved it off, flashing her pretty length nails briefly. as she keeps her honda civic sports car engine running, eren stands there in his 6’3 stature awkwardly having to remember she complimented his bike which is actually a first for him “oh, um.. thank you. this is where all my money goes so that may be why.”

eren again laughs but unexpectedly so does she at his wittiness. “trust me, there’s no judging here. i spend most of mine on either lego sets or hella clothes.. ah and bills.”

eren eyes go wide, finding the words coming out of her mouth a surprise. he attempts to open his mouth but quickly closes it not wanting to annoy her with his rambling even if she did mention her interest first. eren blinks his eyes while putting his hand up playfully in defense, “hey, who am i to judge?”

sanaí knows better than to talk to random strangers like this but she could tell from store entrance once she looked over, he was anything but a threat. and even more getting a better look at his stature, weirdly she felt safe. “how long have you been riding?”

“3 years.”

“any accidents?”

“none. but i ride safe.. most of the time.”

“hmm, do you have other motorcycles?”

“2 more..?”

“beginner bike recommendation?”

“hmm.. a kawasaki ninja 300 or 400.”

wait, was this an interrogation? why was he answering her questions so easily? and was she typing on her phone of his responses? if so, that is so fucking cute.

but for who? herself? her boyfriend?

eren you’re getting ahead of yourself. like last time.

eren shifts on his legs noticing he was still uncomfortable but starting to sweat due to this sudden interaction.

just breathe

“oh.. um do you want me to take this off- s-sorry..”

you shook your head, not wanting him to become more uncomfortable as he raised his hands to quickly remove the helmet, “no, you’re fine. i just want you to be comfortable.”

what planet did she come from?

he was trying but she’s so fucking beautiful and so out of his league

sanaí quickly wanted to reassure him given his movements and stutter as he lowered his hands from his helmet, “i just wanted to know more about motorcycles because of my little brother is all. i’m jotting all of this down in my notes- ” she quickly shows her app opened while giggling and smiling so fucking adorably that eren felt butterflies floating inside of his stomach. “i hope that’s okay and i didn’t make you uncomfortable with all those questions.”

what an endearing sound of her giggling. he desired to hear again, “fuck, you’re so pretty.”

unprepared for the compliment, sanaí felt her heart flutter as she froze up while typing and looked up over at him, “t-

but before sanaí could complete her smile and say thank you, it all happened so quickly before her eyes.

his thoughts were voiced out loud noticing her expression which made him curse underneath his breath, bowing his head disappointed and embarrassed.

eren quickly apologized over and over hoping not to have charges pressed against him, retrieved his camera nervously, and exited the outlet parking lot with his insanely loud motorcycle but not before barely hearing, “ride safe.”

sanaí wasn’t upset or confused as to his sudden disappearing act. she understood just what he was feeling as she’s been there. she just hoped to run into him again to console him.

eren knew he wouldn’t be at this parking lot again for a few weeks. he just couldn’t handle all the emotions rummaging through his mind and body, “yup. not gonna lie, this helmet confidence is complete bullshit… or it’s just me..” eren scoffs at himself, “you’re a fucking idiot eren.. of course, it’s you.”

but sanaí didn’t think he was an idiot at all. he was enthralling. she had never been so smitten by someone and not know of their appearance in all her twenty one years of being on this planet. but she was with him.

as she exits the parking lot allowing the right of way to ongoing traffic and sulking somewhat at his absence, she recalls his striking appearance. he sported late gym attire comprised of a long black sleeve compressed shirt and grey sweatpants that had her legs twitching at the memory. shaking her head of her slutty thoughts, she thinks back to his air forces paired with nike socks. her eyes took in each piece as if the constellation could disappear in which it did sooner than later. she briefly reminisced upon tattoos that peaked from the end of his long sleeve shirt and lastly his whore of a silver rope chain, a sight she desperately wanted to consistently view as if it were on display in a museum.

in her case, her eyes and throbbing pussy were the audience. but her heavy bottom could applaud if need be-

“girl, stop it.” sanaí giggled cutely. as she truly did have the most sinful thoughts as she cruised on her way home. of course, she did hope he made it home safely and wasn’t too hard on himself.

but eren wouldn’t know just how much, until he viewed the video footage that captured the whole encounter.

as the voice of r&b singer, alina baraz filled her apartment through her bluetooth speaker, sanaí completed her night skin care routine after finishing her shower. she took her appearance very seriously, which may be why she has 509k followers on instagram for her fashion haul reviews and healthy lifestyle.

it’s been a while since you heard from me..

she hummed with the music while smearing and coating her face carefully with essential oil and cream products that was a part of her routine.

she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of-

what was his name?

she never got his name.

but she did give-

and he never got her name.

“sanaí, now how in the- you normally introduce yourself. so what changed this time around.” she didn’t sulk as much but it was quickly returning. she cutely pranced around in her white mesh nightgown, paired with a white lace robe.

white painted toes tapped against the tile floor, as her nails met her phone screen. the view from her apartment penthouse reflected inside, fingertips scrolling through her instagram timeline of newly released fashion.

she quickly sipped her wine glass she placed upon her coffee table and plopped onto her living room sofa, “you better sing alina.”

sanaí rolled her eyes at the plethora of men and women that flooded her dm’s. she blocked a few due to the weird confessions of either attempting to find where she lives and if they had the chance of slipping something into her drink. even if they dare to try to do any of those acts, she carried protection wherever she went for sexual and defensive purposes. she’s only had one relationship while in college, just starting her career. reiner braun, her first love and heartbreak.

reiner didn’t see her career as a real occupation but more so as a hobby. but she should’ve known better given that night his parents invited them over for dinner, he revealed his true feelings after pretending to support her for so long to get into her pants. his parents asked of her plans after college, and reiner quickly interrupted saying, “she’ll be my housewife as planned.” reiner nervously smiled and sipped his glass of water, as his parents looked overjoyed with his answer.

“although, she could lose some weight after the baby.”

what the fuck? a baby?

they were planning on getting married eventually. if he ever proposed but now she knew why.

sanaí started laughing, comically as if it were the funniest joke him and his mother ever told. because it was. his parents suddenly stopped talking as did reiner. you literally freakishly smiled with tears in your eyes, wondering what did you ever see in him.

reiner’s mother gentle voice asks, “dear, are you alright?” sanaí wiped her tears still laughing and painfully scoffing with anger. her response leaving all three of them speechless. a horror movie scream left his mother and a confused curse word left his father once a seat scraped their expensive floor and a plate of food drenched onto their bitch made of a son’s head.

she didn’t say a word.

the cherry on top was throwing the glass of wine onto his mother’s face. the horror scream got louder as reiner begged his yelling parents to not press charges. reiner ran to sanaí as she stomped out of his house with shades placed upon the bridge of nose as if this were a scene out of a blockbuster movie. he was yelling her name but she didn’t turn around even once until a hand grabbed her, “let me go.”

“sanaí, are you fucking crazy?” there was food pouring down his face and neck unfortunately soaking a dress shirt and pants she paid for. there was a cloud that washed over her and vanished just at the sight of him.

“listen once we-”

“reiner, i happen to not give any fucks about what you’re about to say. all i know is, if you’d like to press charges..” sanaí snatched her arm way and stepped closer to his ear whispering words that made him freeze, “.. remember i still have the receipts of you gambling with your parents hush money.”

and she hasn’t looked back since.

the cost of living in a one bedroom penthouse was not cheap. but sanaí had never been one to own anything that didn’t scream at the top of their lungs high value even when she couldn't afford it. her parents taught her to always save and the lavish life would soon present itself. and it did.

the luxury details consisted of high end appliances and stunning dining table in the kitchen. oversized windows that extravagantly emphasized the finest modern decor in the living room. the bathroom practically mirrored the kitchen, but a toiletry set and other necessities in a magazine were displayed expensively. a red fluffy rug appointed at the entrance, skin care products and other essentials such as candles were neatly placed upon the granite counter. the theme followed her sunset lights behind her flatscreen tv, plants in and modern art of different r&b artists hung in her bedroom. her apartment was the epitome of a pinterest apartment board.

can’t keep making a home out of you..

sanaí propped her legs inward, as she continued to scroll. having no control over adding things into her insta cart, inserting a few pieces onto her started cherry blossom lego set placed on the coffee table, and trying hard not to think of the guy from earlier.

as looney tunes played onto her tv, she doubled tapped left and right for a few minutes. until as she was about to scroll upward, the algorithm must’ve heard her conversation earlier with her friend about him that a random biker appeared onto her feed.

ejae.moto

sanaí sipped slowly as she raised her volume to hear the particular person until they started to speak recognizing it was a male voice. she listened to these words from his mouth, “so yea, i-i honestly can’t believe i did that shit. i said fuck you’re so pretty and my scary ass just dipped as if she was the plague.”

sanaí eyes started laughing at his fumbling, finding it all cute and adorable as he spoke, “aww, he’s so cute.”

she hovered over the double tap option on the video but stilled at his next words. she shook her head in disbelief, not allowing her delusional thoughts to catch up to her, “fuck she was so pretty. and my god-”

even through the wind drowning out his voice due to his weaving in and out of lanes, she could loud and clear hear his thigh twitching groan “-the fact that she played with legos had me almost levitating.”

wait was he talking about her?

sanaí recalls the interaction and shakes her head in disbelief cause there was no way, “nah, i’m tripping right?” she listens closely at his voice and watches the 360 camera automatically sway on over to a sudden fellow biker of his as he spoke while they were at a traffic light, “and she complimented your bike.. yea you fumbled hard.”

the other biker started laughing but quickly stopped as the biker that was starting to resemble the guy from a night ago presses a button that assumably powers off his motorcycle given he can’t move, “wow. real mature bitch, but i hope it was her boyfriend she was asking those questions for instead of her brother.”

yup… he was talking about her.

the biker throws him a gloved middle finger as his t-shirt flaps into the wind connecting to his defined upper abdomen as if it were wet skin once the traffic light changes to green, “yea, i recorded that whole interaction unintentionally since i was doing the q&a for you guys. i played it back a few times cause of her voice-”

oh my god, why the fuck is he so… adorable?

sanaí’s heart started to repeat that same feeling from a couple nights ago. she placed her hand over her heart, feeling the thump desperately wanting to come out of their chest. there was something about his gestures she could tell were genuine.

“eren, you such a simp ass nigga.”

his name was eren.

“fuck up ony. what i meant to say was i..” eren clears his throat as she heard laughter from his friend he called ony, adjusting his strap as he looks over his shoulder to proceed into another lane, “- won’t be posting that out of respect for her. and yea, i just decided to share that experience since i am so fucking private about a lot of shit but also.. i can’t stop thinking about it cause mans really had l rizz.”

eren nervously giggles, as ony mumbles, “what the fuck.. you cute unorthodox ass nigga.”

sanaí laughed at their repetitive banter while they both turned into a gas station, “i am cute as fuck.” eren raised one of his arms and placed his hand underneath his helmet where his chin resides into the shape of a check mark. she could tell he was most likely imitating a lightskin facial expression once he winked through his helmet visor. sanai let out a snort unintentionally while smiling from ear to ear and giggling at him facepalming his helmet afterwards.

“she seemed like she didn’t give a fuck and you just assumed as always. you should’ve asked her to backpack.”

she didn’t

“pretty sure she would’ve said no. i mean i was so nervous and.. just n-no, i fucked it up. bro if she sees this-”

backpack?

she heard the term a few times from her little brother when he would show her different motorcycle reels. she understood it as a biker’s significant other coming along for the joyous ride.

just the thought of it sent an exhilarating sensation throughout her body.

“-but to the particular woman.. fuck my life i don’t even know your name..” even though ony was wearing a helmet, sanaí could feel the blatant stare he was giving as he kept rambling adorably while coming to a stop at a gas pump. “.. but if you see this video.. which i pray you don’t. i’m sorry, i’m just not good with.. interacting with women that aren’t related to me like my mom or niece.”

before the reel ended, a wild ony comes into the camera which removed the attention away from eren and says while laughing, “fuck all that. ma’am, dm him please.”

next reel in 3…2…1

oh she will

she looked over to see as to how many likes he received and she could not believe the numbers, “513k likes.. and 320 comments?”

okay he’s a big deal..

sanai remembers when she was just starting out when it came to her social media content. there was so many rejections, barely any sponsors, and not even a decent amount of income to move out. so called friends never fully supported her, but was looking for a hand out when her appearance started to make necks turn even more before the money started to roll in. but she persevered cause she knew of her worth while getting a degree in social media and marketing. in just two years, sanai has became one of the top fashion haul reviewers and lifestyle guru's post-graduation. her previous set up beginning in her parents garage of just her phone as they fully supported her could not compare to the luxurious and expensive set up she currently utilized.

however, sanai is thankful for the humble beginning. she has been able to do what she loves everyday. but also an additional bonus is to be invited to multiple events of the biggest and well-known brands. from gucci, prada, tori burch, adidas, and even nike. as the success came, networking with other collaborators was top of the list. she ensured to become more of a social butterfly and make an impression any chance she was given with class and humility. having traveled to three different countries in the last two months, buying her parents a new house, paying for her little brother's college tuition, owning her own apartment, and buying a straight out recently released honda civic sport made all those sacrifices of skipping multiple invites worth it.

she's sure eren had a similar story.

without another second thought as another alina baraz song swims into her ears, sanaí double tapped the video. and before she knew it, she was ‘reviewing’ than stalking his profile. “he has 715k followers? well damn.”

as sanaí viewed more cinematic videos and pictures, she started to understand why eren was so popular. his quirkiness and authentic personality could draw anyone as it did to her. those sparkling teal eyes sanaí recall from that night piercing from his helmet and overall appearance from the neck down was a heavenly picture. it would make anyone dare not to be banished to hell after witnessing such a sight.

“he doesn’t realize just how much of a gem he is.. huh?” lucky for eren, sanaí wasn’t afraid of sending a dm.

“bro, that video now has over 1.1 million views.. she’s had to have seen it.” eren was conflicted. he wanted to remove the video, but a part of him was hoping she did see it.

should he remove it?

on this late evening, eren had just finished shooting a rolling video with a new sponsor and his friends ony, connie, and armin. it was evident they were all exhausted after 3 hours of shooting given the yawn that escapes from his lips which create a domino effect while packing up, “fuck, my mom probably seen it by now.”

just four years ago, all four towers decided to buy motorcycles and get their motorcycle license after connie finally convinced them in their senior year in college. none of them knew at the time the impact they would have on the youth, inspiring upcoming bikers, and families and friends. they wouldn't change this lifestyle for anything.

armin, the quiet one, without effort got all the women with just a smile and stare from his ocean blue eyes. his blonde curly hair was messy yet still neat as he raked his fingers. his appearance consisted of an all white baggy hoodie and blue fitted jeans paired with expensive white motorcycle boots. connie, the recovering fuckboy, goofy and reckless sported a raven moto lilac hoodie that hid neck tattoos, black jeans, and black motorocycle boots. lastly, ony, the dad of the group given his huge family is known to be blunt as fuck and a huge teddy bear. he pulled the shiesty from over his spinning waves after removing his helmet, and quickly brought his hood over his head since he too wore a hoodie but with a jean jacket attached that also hid artwork on his skin. he adjusted his gold chain in the night wind and walked over to his friends in black jeans and motorcycle boots.

what didn't help was that they all pretty much had undiagnosed adhd but it was never a dull ride with his day one homies. it was a worldwind of comical or chaotic events of connie always humping the air at traffic lights or better yet or any of them. ony cursing out everyone because no one listened to him when he stressed there was a cop, and armin randomly killswitching at traffic lights just for the hell of it.

but if there was a girl that requested a ride, they would all point to eren given his fear of women to tease him. he would close his visor and pretend to be mute bringing intense laughter out of his friends lips. however, whenever a kid asked for a wheelie or a rev, they did so without question.

connie momentarily took off his beanie and rubbed his leopard patch buzzcut, smirking as he cleaned his helmet visor “speaking of moms, how is ms. jaeger?”

eren gave connie a deadpanned facial expression, "my bad." armin and ony laughed loudly, barely leaning on their bikes trying to stay upright while smacking one another at connie harmless jab at eren, "don't fucking play with me."

they both knew connie lived to annoy eren just as they both did. coming down from his contagious laugh, ony says seriously to comfort eren with a hand on his shoulder, “nah but foreal e, don’t trip. if she don’t, then she don’t. you gon be straight either way.”

eren sucks his teeth while looking off into the distance, “i’m deleting it, fuck it.”

“bro”

“nigga”

“pookie”

eren groaned as he tried to escape and step away, while the three of his friends reached out to him, knowing out of the four of them eren was the most easily stimulated. they know after his first relationship, eren changed a lot. it was difficult the first few months, but he turned that pain into making her regret ever stepping out on their relationship.

they all barely went to any parties. they all preferred riding their motorcyles late at night over meaningless sex and expensive booze which surprised a lot of people they considered friends. but they didn’t give a fuck.

while they attempted to talk him out of making that mistake, a notification chimed from his phone.

“see that might be her right now.”

bullshit.

eren pulls his phone out and his eyes widened at the sentence before him. he rereads it then clicks onto her profile to make sure what he saw wasn’t his imagination given he kept checking his direct messages religiously for the first time ever.

[DIRECT MESSAGES]

lifeofsanaí

well since you didn’t ask me, i’ll ask you.

can i be your backpack?

seen

now here eren resided outside her apartment building, double checking himself in his bike mirrors preparing himself to take sanaí wilson, the woman he couldn't stop thinking about out on a bike ride. he could barely sleep the last two days given how excited he was, but sanai had the same experience.

eren and sanaí chatted on instagram back and forth over the next few days until finally and surprisingly, eren sent her his number. both of their friend groups were annoyed yet were so happy in seeing them grin from something the other said to have them make such a contagious expression.

it was too soon to tell where this could go, but even if they both denied it being more than just a just a friendly outing, their friends called bullshit. without any fear, sanaí decided to call eren last night given her miniature nerves. she knew her actions were odd to others looking in, but once she heard eren’s nervousnesses dissipate while talking about legos, motorcycles, his mom, his younger sister, and interested to know more about her career he called it, she knew this was something more.both of them were anxious to see one another.

after showering and brushing her teeth, sanaí was currently rushing around her house with setting powder underneath her eyes and deciding which pair of shoes to wear with a less than extravaganza fit. she decided on a cropped black tube top and low baggy khaki’s sitting low on her hips that did nothing to hide the heavy bottom she genetically inherited. the outfit brought out her curvaceous figure as she walked by her bathroom mirror settling for olive suede pumas on her feet. her normal curly hair was pinned back into a low ponytail and baby hairs swirled to heaven, added just the right amount of class she was going for. the moment she started adding accessories, she hears a notification chime go off.

after adding her rings, heart necklace, and earrings, she dusts off the excess powder with her powder brush and places it into her self-clean makeup box. she takes a double look in the mirror as she sprayed her favorite burberry blush perfume. finally, she topped it all off applying her smeared black liner and gloss.

sanaí grabbed her phone from off of her kitchen counter, reading:

eren 🏍️ <3

downstairs

read

sanaí 😮‍💨🥰

coming (-:

read

while eren waited for her, he couldn’t shake the nerves no matter how hard he tried. he decided to keep his helmet on for the time being, not sure if he wanted to take it off anytime soon. he was hoping and praying the helmet confidence kicked into his blood stream sooner rather than later.

as he leaned against his bike, he shot the visor up noticing he was getting a few stares from apartment residents either walking their dogs or jogging confused as to why a male was sitting in a parking lot in a helmet. he didn’t want law enforcement approaching him whatsoever, so he nervously waved. however, he quickly realized that may not be a good idea. his eyes maneuvered around the area watching the shadows of different items in front of the apartment lobby outside shift as the sun started to set. he noticed this was nowehere near close to a cheap place to live. he applauded her hard work ethic, knowing it was not an easy road.

yea, he stalked her profile .. and?

eren fidgeted with his phone until he heard footsteps nearing him, and his heart damn near stopped.

sanaí waved happily while approaching his bike, her smile causing his eyes to squint hinting he was smiling too, “hi, the man. the myth. the legend.”

eren deeply chuckled as his eyes never left her, and let’s just say he wasn’t the only one taking it all in. he literally towered over her. she didn’t think he was that tall from that night, but here she stood to be proven wrong by that assumption. she almost let out a moan eyeing him from head to toe at his casual attire. it was a fact that he could wear a plastic bag and look better than half of the celebrities attending award shows. brown eyes traveled from all black short sleeve tee that did nothing to hide his patchwork sleeves that complimented his long fingers decorated in clad rings. he paired it with simple black jeans and classic black converse that made such an obvious statement with that consistent present silver necklace she adored sitting perfectly around his beauty mark filled neck.

“wow, that’s how we starting off, hm?” sanaí giggled in response to his child like muffled tone, playing gently with her belly stud piercing as he gathered his other helmet off of his bike. as he turned around, his eyes quickly followed the action that made his jaw clench and one of his nervous hands ruffle the ends of his hair.

“but hello, sanaí.” eren did a small wave, that made the butterflies grow even larger.

she had to know the effect she had on him right?

he had to know the effect he had on her right?

eren licked his lips quickly at the sight of her rolls and small pudge enhancing her curvy waist to her belly button piercing to be even more sexy than it already was. the wide hips he wanted to glide his hands over just did it for him. he was such a fan of women not giving a fuck and breaking stereotypes. he could faintly imagine her looking too fucking good when they fuck-

when?

“you look r-really good, by the way.” sanaí looked up at him, starting to blush from his compliment. he groaned at his stuttering, ready to apologize until sanaí held her hand up, “you better not apologize. eren, just be you, babes. if that’s you stuttering, or whatever else, i don’t care. i wanna see it all, remember?”

she felt like she was in high school all over again but a more mature crush. the way he was looking down at her was everything and anything all in one. both of their hearts could not stop loudly thumping in their chests, hoping neither could hear it.

“okay. s-” eren took a deep inhale before laughing as sanaí squinted her eyes attempting to be playfully angry at him beginning to apologize again. “yes ma’am.”

“but thank you, i just threw whatever on.”

she didn’t. she spent last night and this morning preparing her outfit.

“of course. but, u-um, have you backpacked before?

“never.” sanaí shook her head, as eren stepped to her and her nostrils inhaled his dior sauvage cologne. “that’s more than okay as i’ll go over a few rules. but before that, protection is needed.”

“do we need protection?” sanaí gazed up at him smirking at his reaction. eren swallowed with nervousness trying not to look into her eyes while placing the helmet over her head. he could feel this was going to be a bumpy ride.

“for now, we do.”

fuck

sanaí was trying so hard not to grab onto his abdomen that looked as if was wet. the showcase of his defined abdomen and shoulders catching her eye until he got even closer to clasp the helmet in front temporarily hiding the view.

sanaí fidgeted on her feet as eren started to get high from her delicious perfume and body wash scent, “is it too tight, pretty?”

he didn’t hear a response as he was so focused on securing the helmet underneath. he maneuvers his eyes unprepared for such a lust and adoringly filled gaze. his hands left the helmet, as his jaw clenched again with never breaking eye contact, “no, it’s perfect.”

the way the words fell from her lips, eren felt she was speaking to him. he had never been complimented in such a way that it made everyone woman before sanaí, incomparable. she was it for him, whether she knew it or not.

they both separated once they heard a car alarm go off breaking their intense staring contest. eren cleared his throat patting his bike as sanaí rubbed underneath her necklace, “u-um this is delilah. my baby.”

sanaí cutely steps forward and rubs the bike mirror affectionately, “hi delilah. please don’t drop me.”

eren laughs with playful rolling eyes, “she’s not. i won’t let that happen. but if you don’t want to-”

“i do.”

eren cheeks were starting to hurt from the smiles sanaí caused upon his face, chuckling at her rushed out answer, “okay. so i’ll get on first, and then you’ll hop on, okay?”

once eren is seated, he holds his hands out for her to grab onto, “you see those little metal bars sticking out? they’re called pegs. so place one foot onto one, and then swing your other leg around to place the other foot onto the other but hold onto me for balance.”

sanaí did as eren instructed, his hand grabbing onto her leg to adjust it onto the peg which she found cute, “are you comfortable?”

“i’m good.” an upright thumbs up makes it way in front of eren confirming that she was indeed good. eren and sanaí giggled but his got caught in his throat suddenly when both of her hands wrapped around his small waist.

she’s too much and he loved every second of it

“f-fuck. okay, so the rules are simple-”

eren could feel himself getting hard against the tank once he felt her hands glide across each ridge and groove of his abdomen, “y-you are going to lean whenever i lean. tap my thigh to speed up. and-”

he couldn’t think straight with her hands on his body, but he persevered while explaining, eren groaning out “double tap to slow down. at any time, squeeze my shoulder if you need anything. fuck-”

“someone’s getting handsy.” eren nervously giggled as he cupped and still her hands as he felt her breasts pressed up against his back. he wasn’t sure if he was going to survive this. sanaí smiled at him clearing his throat from her teasing, “okay, the l-last is tapping your helmet like this-” he made a notion with his now gloved hands onto his helmet after he placed your phone and wallet into his bike compartment. “-if you see a cop and just hold onto me at all times, that’s it. need anything repeated?”

“hm hm. i got it, babes.”

now he was hard

“oh, just remember to hold onto the tank when leaning and let’s hope i don’t get spotted today.”

“why?”

“cause i don’t want to be interrupted when i’m with you.” eren didn’t even realize those words had left his mouth so easily since it was said with so much confidence. sanaí arms collected goosebumps from the swoon worthy statement.

but before she could respond, he flicked down his visor and hers, and his bike engine roared once he turned his key.

it sounded so good.

the helmet suddenly connected to his bluetooth, allowing sanaí to hear his deep voice in her ear, “this is cardo, which is pretty much bluetooth for bikers. you’ll be able to hear me and i’ll be able to hear you. ready?”

sanaí spoke into the helmet, while her hands tightened around his waist again with a grin on his face, “whenever you are. where are we going?”

“wherever you want, pretty.”

and they were off.

sanaí was in love with the thrill of it all. she could tell eren was in his element, given his head nodding to the music playing in both his and her ears. she didn’t give him any destination, so eren decided to show her his favorite spot to ride through. as tommy richman million dollar baby traveled through the bluetooth, he switched lanes with such ease. “you good, mama?” he says while tapping her thigh with both hands to the music once they came to a traffic light, feet planted into the ground for balance.

there goes her underwear

“holy shit, yes! this is amazing.”

it is amazing

she was already heating up due to the humidity, but getting more and more wet watching eren change lanes again as if it were a scene out of a james bond movie. his shirt started to move and be picked up by the wind as he sped up and shifted gears, causing her hands to meet hard ridges she daydreamed of touching earlier. eren hissed at the contact just as his bike revved loudly throughout the illuminated tunnel they were traveling under trying not to crash, “t-this is my favorite spot.”

she didn’t understand until the tunnel bypassed in a blur and the scenery that came into view stunned her, “wow, it’s so beautiful.”

it was a botanical garden. vines upon vines wrapped around the railings that hung near the road. flowers poured around the establishment giving the dark edge some type of floral aesthetic. sanaí suddenly felt eren’s hands grab both of hers to spread them, turning her figure into a shape of t, “spread them.”

her legs? cause she will.

sanaí felt the wind caress her skin and roar in her ears like an aggressive plastic bag, as she did as he instructed. she wasn’t scared at all traveling at this speed, eren smiling through his helmet upon hearing her excited squeals as he checked his mirrors and shoulder for any vehicles to change into the next lane.

sanaí was beyond wet at this point, desperately wanting to get to know the guy underneath the helmet but she couldn’t take it anymore. she needed him. she needed his touch.

it was at this point night time. sanaí swallowed as she watched eren fill his tank up as they had stopped and pulled into a gas station for fuel. the scene was happening so slowly in sanaí’s head. his body line ridiculously dangerous with his hair caressing the back of his neck. muscular biceps and back flexing with veins protruding from the minimal movement. to top it all off, his long well-kept fingers gripping the nozzle causing her thighs to twitch. he handled it with such delicacy as if it were made of glass. with eyes in the back of his head, eren says, “i can feel you staring”

“can’t help that you’re so beautiful from behind” eren smirked and blushed as he tapped the nozzle to ensure he got his monies worth before placing it back into its original position before his eyes met her lust and adored filled gaze, “i guess. have you seen yourself?”

“hmm, i have.” sanaí giggled sweetly and comes up towards him, taking a leap in wrapping her arms around his waist. “is this okay? i just wanted to do this.” she waited for eren to push her away, but eren stared down at her, breathing uneven, “y-yea. this is okay but someone could recognize-.” sanaí didn’t care if he was spotted as he hesitates with his hands until sanaí grabs them and immediately wraps them around her bare slim waist and he instantly rubbed there sensually with his hands, “is t-this okay?”

“more than okay.”

to any oncoming lookers, they could sense the love and without a doubt, sexual tension. eren was suppressing himself from touching her affectionately as if she were his girlfriend the whole time. but here she was, making a bold claim on him. he was also suppressing his covered dick with everything within him to not look like a weirdo but when she said these next words, it became even harder.

“you can go lower, if you want.”

eren eyes widened, sanaí smirking underneath her helmet upon feeling something starting to poke into her midsection and it was huge “you sure?”

sanaí nodded, with a pouty look in her eyes.

he was fucked

eren’s breath hitched, as his gaze mirrored hers, hooded and dark. he threw all morals out of the window, fingers slowly caressing her smooth skin and finally to the destination she and he both wanted. in both large hands, each covered cheek was gripped and massaged harshly as that helmet confidence traveled a long way into his bloodstream finally. sanaí moaned and eren groaned at the contact.

“you’re gonna bring out a side to me, you’re not ready for.” eren groaned again once her hands found his weak spot on his neck that triggered a shiver to travel up his arms. he couldn’t believe they were in public doing this, feeling all decency he upheld falling through moral cracks into immoral blackholes. but could anyone blame him?

who was this and what had they done to the oh so nervous eren?

“who says i’m not already?”

she was indeed not ready.

they couldn’t keep their hands off of one another while he rode home. sensual caresses here and there were never ending even once he parked his bike inside of his garage. sanaí pulled back and unclasped her helmet before placing onto the bike handle. while she fluffed the ends of her ponytail, eren slowly started to lift his helmet. "what are you-" sanaí quickly approached to stop him until he interrupts and says, “i want to.. i’m comfortable with you.”

sanai gave him a chance to rethink his decision for a few seconds before giving him the go ahead. as he lifted it and exposed a vulnerable part of himself, she felt the air leave her lungs. he was beyond beautiful. no words left her mouth, cause none could be said. suddenly, sanaí stood on her tippy toes to get a closer look as high as she could and carefully traced each and every detail on his face with the tip of her finger. and he didn’t stop her. nor did he want to. he held her waist with shaky hands, feeling nervous to reveal his identity a second time but sanaí wasn’t her. and he was glad, relieved even.

as both hearts started to beat as one, she took a mental snapshot of each feature he graced her with. the painting presented thick arched eyebrows, a narrow nose and rosy cheeks sprayed with pretty freckles under his intense teal eyes watching her every move. her gaze and finger followed slowly to his chiseled jaw that a blade couldn’t dare compare to. and finally, one of the places she wondered about on the ride here, his tempting moist lips. he was strikingly handsome and just down right beautiful, it was sinful. he put every model she had ever seen in a commercial to shame.

“you’re mesmerizing.”

eren felt warmth seep into his cheeks. with a jaw clenched and licking his lips, eren asks “c-can i kiss you?” sanaí immediately nodded.

he didn’t give her a second to do or say anything else before he started sucking all the air out of her mouth as his lips caressed her top and bottom lip in a dominant battle. sanaí heads turned with urgency as her hands flew to the back of his neck, eren groaning at the taste of her and her at the taste of him. shoes scraped his floor, a squeak emitting from below and another above as he backed the both of them into the one of his car doors, a dodge hellcat. he prayed he didn’t trip the alarm as they found peace and chaos in one another. luckily, he didn’t.

his hands grabbed onto her plump and voluptuous rear as their lips and tongue fiercely connected, a wet squelch echoing in the garage. caress after caress, until eren pulled back momentarily to gaze into her hooded eyes. she whimpered, “what?”

he pressed his forehead into hers, both breathing heavily as he suddenly pulled her by her pants belt loop with his finger, tugging her against him, “can i get a taste, hm pretty girl?” sanaí bit her bottom lip hoping it didn't bleed from how harsh as he whispered those words into her cheek. “yes, please.”

eren's eyes never left hers as he gave another kiss before descending slowly down her body. he kissed her neck, hands flailing to his back from the sensations he was inflicting upon her shivering body, "yes, fuck."

eren was so glad he moved out of the shared apartment with ony, connie, and armin and into his own place. he wouldn't be able to keep her moans at bay, nor did he want to deprive her of letting his neighbors or anyone within a foot radius know that he was the one providing her immense pleasure. just as she was about to remove her top completely, eren pulled it down just low enough to expose her beautiful breasts to the cool air, "leave it just like that, mhm shit."

he gave attention to both, hands caressing each with tenderness. nipples slobbered on as moan after moan left her mouth, “yes, baby.” sanaí kept her fingers in his hair, as he continued to gaze into her eyes with so much lust while making out with her breasts, “hm, yea keep going.”

and as she requested, he disconnected his lips as a string of saliva broke at a length of a distance. sanaí moaning once his large hands rubbed down her sides and his nose and lips grazed her taut stomach. sanaí nodded with a whimper as he kissed around her belly button piercing, hands finally reaching the button of her pants that became undone all while keeping eye contact.

“may i?” sanaí nodded urgently, his hands instantly pulling her pants down her smooth legs after quickly taking off her shoes and socks, and into a pile next to them. goosebumps danced upon her legs while she was just left standing in her white thong and tube top sitting underneath her breasts enhancing her wide hips.

eren pressed his nose into her underwear and inhaled the scent underneath. “hmm, you smell so good.” his hands traced up the front and back of her trembling thighs providing some type of relief. he knew she was pent up given the wet patch that collected onto the fabric and the throbbing of her pussy desperately needing to be filled “please, please.”

eren grinned ear to ear from hearing her beg and whimper, loving the sound of her so broken and he hadn’t even done anything to her yet, “beg again. you sound so fucking pretty when you beg.”

she begged and begged until he raised her left leg onto his shoulder. he shifted his eyes momentarily, simply to stared at the another beautiful sight before him. “never seen a pussy so pretty until yours.” her labia majora was peaking through both sides of the thong, plump and glistening with arousal. he watched as it throbbed once he blew minimal air, causing a trembling groan to leave her lips. she was anticipating all she deserved. until suddenly a crucial thick and tongue licked flatly through the fabric causing her to illicit a squealing moan into a pleasurable giggle, “hmm, yesss fuck.”

it became so filthy, his saliva dripping onto the fabric and floor from every lap and slurp of her labia. eren vanished the existence of there ever being a white thong with his wet tongue. her pussy become so transparent, the thong became second skin, “your pussy tastes so fucking good.”

eren sounded so drunk off the essence that spilled into his awaiting mouth. he never wanted this to end. the only noises they both heard were whimpering and the wet squelch that left his mouth upon making contact with her pussy. eren hummed as he sucked her clit in millisecond intervals, hands spreading both cheeks while watching her face contort in supposedly pain but nothing but the sound of pleasure exited her mouth, “fuckfuckfuck”

with swiftness, eren slid her undergarments underneath one of her thick cheeks and smiled into her now exposed pussy. eren loudly slurped as small bubbles seeped from the side of his mouth like foam. coming up for air, eren let his saliva drool messily onto her clit before bringing two of his fingers and tease the hole he hoped he would soon fill with something else. sanaí whimpered with tears gathered in her lash line as he repeated his pleasurable assault of drooling and slurping the mixed fluids continuously onto her pussy, “you’re gonna make me cum.”

sanaí whined with her head tilted to the side, one of her hands in his soft tresses and the other pinching her nipple, “don’t tell me. do it.” she couldn’t believe the words that were leaving his mouth. this was the same guy that was so afraid to speak to her, he ran away. but now here she was receiving so much pleasure, she was trying hard to run away. “hm hm, take this shit.”

a broken sob left her lips, as he groaned into her wet pussy that was lapped in now figure of eights, pulling her raised leg and hip closer with a strong grip, “take it. be a big girl, and take it.”

“i’m a big girl.” sanaí repeated it over and over as eren didn’t let up his aggressive make out session onto her pussy. he embraced the sinful sight above him of lips spouting gibberish, neck glistening, breasts bouncing, a thin line of sweat beaded upon beautiful skin that trickled down in between her belly button.

he needed more.

“can i…finger you, please?” sanaí couldn’t say no as she feel herself clench and unclench around nothing and leg tighten around his back “yesyesyes.” eren grinned, his greedy tongue quickly worshipping her by flicking her clit as his middle and ring fingers glided easily into her warm and tight pussy once given the okay. a squealing whine left her mouth as her pussy highly anticipated the sweet intrusion.

her insides were so warm and slippery. his fingers exploded endlessly until he was knuckle deep, “you so fucking wet, shit,” he murmured into her pussy after spitting and slurping again, emphasizing and elongated the curse word and adjective making her tighten as if he would pull out any minute.

she could feel herself on the brink of letting go as he drilled harder and cause her whole body to shiver once he curved his fingers hitting a particular spot, “fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

the squelch got even louder with each plunge as he suddenly smacked the side of her rear hard and sucked onto her clit harshly, “mhm, give it to me.”

and she did. nothing came out of her mouth as wetness poured into his mouth and down his chin like liquor, soaking his shirt, “such a good girl, good fucking girl.”his fingers were coated in white as he continued to overstimulate her. eren watched her head tilt forward with eyes rolled back, a high pitched whimper turning into an choked sob come out of her mouth as she swiped her pussy with shaky legs and hands onto his face, “s-shit.”

he cleaned up every drop, not wanting to waste any of it. sanaí ears were ringing, heart beating fast, and legs wobbly from the intense orgasm she just experienced. her toes curled as he slobbered over her pussy again, making her jerk in sensitivity and protest, “u-ungh!”

with one last kiss to her clit, eren stood up and quickly groaned at the taste of her on his fingers in his mouth. sanaí bit her lip while her breathing was still uneven.

she gazes down to see he was bricked. this time, she pulled him by his belt loops and he immediately kissed her allowing her to taste herself. “you’re too good at that, oh my god.” one of his hands immediately disappeared into the sideways fabric and cupped a thick cheek in the palm of his hand to massage while the other lovingly caressed her face with each release and connection of their lips, "you okay?”

sanaí nodded reeling in sensitivity. she lazily smiled still recovering from her orgasm.

he paused once she whispered into his lips , “fuck me, eren.”

“a-are you sure? i don’t want you to think i only wanna have sex with you. like i-” eren hesitates to confess given he’s only known her for a couple of days. sanaí looks up at him, watching his jaw clench and unclench. eyes floating in uncertainty and fear of rejection.

her pussy was throbbing with needy attention. she pressed her forehead against his while looking into his beautiful eyes with her other hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer to her height, “you?”

eren closes his eyes and shakily says, “i really like you, sanaí and i know this is moving fast but i-i can’t help the way i feel.”

sanaí smiles and instantly reassures him by cupping his jaw, having him open his eyes back up “i feel the same way. i really like you too.”

a sensual heartfelt confession transitioned into eren leading her upstairs into his bedroom while she kissed his hand a few times. he refused for their first time to be in his garage. his mom raised him to be a gentlemen even though he wasn’t about to act like one.

sanaí didn’t have any time to take in his decor seeing she was so focused on him. upon entering his bedroom, he gently seated her on the edge of his silk black king bed sheets. she quickly got a quick look over his bedroom. it was simple and minimalistic as she leaned on her elbows as he quickly removed his shirt and pulled down his pants and shoes while never taking his eyes away from her.

sanai decided to properly remove the tube top and underwear too. he didn't want to alarm her with his more than average size, but he slipped them off anyhow and it was lust at first sight.

eren’s dick was thick, leaking precum, and looked to be real heavy. the veins protruding along the base, emphasize his v-line and did nothing to hide his other two friends. sanaí licked her lips with hunger and nervousness as he steps towards her in his defined, and sculpted tatted glory. a dangling chain teasingly letting it be known it would soon be in her face.

sanaí brought her hands towards his face, caressing his back once he joined her in his bed by hovering over her small frame. instantaneously, both of their legs intertwined. a moan and groan escaped their lips at the feel of his twitching dick sliding smoothly up and down her pussy once contact was made, “you’re so big, eren. shittt”

eren nodded as he watched her face contort in pleasure as his head bumped into her clit and separated the labia majora due the thickness below. “hmm, fuck.” his own face mirroring from just the warmth and wetness her pussy provided, “i-i know. do you still want to do this c-cause we can go and play with my lego sets?”

sanaí smiled and giggled at his adorable offer which in return made him laugh. but this was confirmation she’d rather be nowhere else but with him in this exact moment in her most vulnerable state, “i want to, do you?”

eren brought his forehead closer to her, his nose grazing her cheek while he caressed each and every inch of her in this close proximity, eren whimpered “yea, yea i do.”

“then fuck me, please. legos after.” eren nodded, before taking his dick and lined it up with her pussy, making sure to keep eye contact right as he slowly filled her up better than his gas tank, “holy shit.. like fuck. this is way better than legos.”

sanaí eyes rolled back and toes curled from the feel of it all. eren and herself were both breathing heavy and started to kiss while pleasure traveled into their veins, “m-move.”

eren wanted to plunge into her leaking pussy but he restrained himself knowing how much of a punch he packed. he held himself back until she gave the command to do so and that moment was now.

eren continued to fill her up with the rest of his inches, sanaí squeezing around his shoulders and into his hair feeling intense pressure building up again once his pelvis met her pelvis with a plap!, “f-fuck.”

the wetness and sloshing echoed when eren slowly pulled out to re-enter and build up momentum, eyes leaving her fucked out facial expression to see the sinful view below. and oh was it a sight to see her pussy barely look like it could take him but it did, “ah, shit. your pussy feels so good.”

eren’s bent back blocked all her field of view. all she saw was his huge figure, wavy hair dangling with every roll of his dangerous hips, and upper and lower abdomen flexing with each precise movement. unexpectedly, sanaí sobbed with tears down her eyes as her body shivered from a sudden orgasm, his dick throbbing inside feeling her tighten around him.

“ohmygod.. you’re fucking me so goood-” sanaí slurred her words drunk off of his huge cock she could feel deep inside so as far as her stomach. she placed her hands around his neck pulling him closer as he moved one of his hands to harshly grip her ass and go to pound town. the other to holding himself up to not crush his weight onto her.

plap! plap! plap!

“y-yea? you feel good pretty girl?” eren was trying to last, but the blood was rushing from his head straight to his dick. he moaned and whimpered watching her pudge jolt as he delivered mean and precised strokes. “yesyesyes”

her tears stained her makeup face and ‘o’ shaped lips leaking with drool matched the mess they were both making down below. she could feel her arousal leak continuously between his balls and down her crack soaking his bed.

by now sanaí had came two more times due to a new earth shattering angle. overstimulation was kicked in full gear at this point. the sound of chicago gunshots mimicked once his pelvis met her full thick rear. his hand gripped her jaw to tilt her head up as she gazed into the huge mirror planted above that portrayed the backside of his anatomy delivering tantalizing and toe curling thrusts. her ass rippling with every movement underneath in this prone bone position, “u-ungh, you’re gonna make me.. cum again.”

more tears and drool seeped onto his hand as she sobbingly whimpered gibberish. “i know..i know. it feels too fucking good. but keep looking up baby. watch us, hm?” eren could feel himself on the urge feeling his legs shiver and dick throbbing from the vice grip she had on his dick. he was gonna cum any minute now.

“f-fuck.. i should’ve used protection.”

sanaí shook her head feeling his bed provide her clit stimulation everytime her hips plummeted inward, “we did earlier. now cum in me, please.”

eren shivered knowing exactly what she referring to and her evil for saying the magic words. he chuckled and groaned out multiple curse words once he felt her pushing back onto him, “you want me to cum in you.. o-okay.”

she screamed, as he tilted his head forward to talk her through another orgasm, feeling heavenly pleasure while sobbing out a groaned “fuckkkkkkk, yea do that. fuck me back.”

with whatever energy she had left, she did. she fell in love with the way he whimpered and moaned out her name without any ashamed. they both were on a high cause it really was hypnotizing the way he fucked her and the way she fucked him. he cupped her neck and brought her head back even more with a lovely arch, and the view of the mirror disappears. the view was replaced with his pussy drunk expression and sweaty curly curtained around her face, “u-ungh! yes daddy…. f-fuck this pussy up.”

“i’m daddy?”

sanaí nodded as best as she could with the vice grip he had on her neck that was being slightly choked. she felt him suddenly drill harder from the pet name as he kissed her lips sloppily, “yessss, fuck your slut, daddy,” she slurred.

“my slut.”

“your slut.”

“my pussy.”

“your pussy.”

“mine.”

“yours.”

they each muttered into each other lips sexily and drunk off another as the sound of her rear meeting his pelvis with a strong sloshing sound never dissipated. he opened her mouth at one point and drooled a glob of his spit into her mouth before making out with her. “swallow it.” she stuck out her tongue to show him while he continued to deliver assault onto her drenched pussy, “good fucking girl.”. he was becoming very lightheaded as he pulled all the way out and back in a few times just to watch her pussy convulse, needy to have him back into the brim. “p-put it back in..” he hummed out a deep chuckle at her neediness and quickly watched his dick drenched in his and her arousal as if snow had came early this year. she whined ‘pleaseplease’ as he re-entered and reached her cervix with precision.

sanaí couldn’t speak anymore. her voice was gone. she only could whine and whine as he quickly rushed out “i’m gonna cummm, fuck. holy shit.” she moaned out a small “mine” at the feel of him filling her up causing her to have a miniature orgasm to gush onto his pelvis. eren sobbed into her ear as his dick swelled inside releasing all of his love into her never letting up. his hips faltering as he slowed down until their highs vanished.

his body twitched and twitched as the sensitivity took over. he couldn’t move but he had to cause his eyes was starting to droop. “i-i wasn’t too rough was i?”

he removed his hand from her throat, and slowly pulled out with a hiss feeling her pussy still gripping. he licked his lips watching their juices intertwine down her pussy and onto his sheets, “no, i just can’t feel my legs right now.”

“it was soo fucking good. shit.” eren nodded with a chuckled as he gathered enough energy to kiss her sweaty forehead and walk to the bathroom as sanaí lazily picked up her head wondering where he went before he came back. she heard the shower running which activated her needing to pee but she was so comfortable and becoming sleepy rather quickly. she didn’t even want to look in the mirror cause she knew looked like a clown. she knew his sheets were ruined from her ripping and pulling but the final blow was the makeup from her crying out in pleasure.

her pussy ached in the best way as her eyes closed for a minute or two until feeling her head being caressed,

“let’s take a bath and cuddle for a bit, hm pretty?”

“then legos?” he heard her say sleepily say. eren chuckling into her forehead finding her so fucking adorable after she made him cum so hard.

he responds while smoothing down her curly hair, “then we’ll play with legos if our asses ain’t knocked out by then.”

she double tapped. and he finally found his backpack.

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