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katebishopsbow · 6 months

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU • OSCAR PIASTRI

pairing: oscar piastri x mclaren!reader

summary: you decided to write down a list of 10 things you hated about oscar piastri in an attempt to get over your crush on him when he revealed that he had recently gotten a girlfriend. two things didn't go as planned: the list didn't work, and he found out about it.

tags: hurt/comfort, unrequited love (hmm...)

word count: 3.4k

(image is not mine)

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Oscar Piastri was perfect in every single way.

Being part of the McLaren team for the past year meant that you had gotten rather close to the two papaya drivers, and somewhere along the lines, bonds formed and friendships blossomed. Then something more started to appear despite your best efforts to deny it, and you found yourself falling head over heels for a certain Australian boy.

One thing about him that was far from perfect though – it turned out that he had a girlfriend. They met two months ago just over the Summer, and when Summer break was over and the team came back to work to prepare for the rest of the season, he had broken the news to you and Lando that he started dating this nice girl named Lily.

You were not one to sabotage people’s relationships, so you swallowed down all your feelings toward Oscar and swore that you would try your hardest to keep them hidden from the world. Still, getting over such strong feelings for someone you cared for dearly was never easy, so you came up with the brilliant idea of writing a list.

10 things you hate about Oscar Piastri.

You would write down all the little things you disliked about him, and by the time you completed the list and scoped out all his flaws, your feelings for him should definitely have disappeared. It had to work, right?

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1. I hate Oscar’s hair

You hated the way he styled his sandy brown hair – it looked the same every single day and for some reason, that annoyed the hell out of you. Whenever he pulled off his helmet after a race, his hair would be messy, disheveled, and annoyingly handsome that it made your blood boil. You absolutely hated it when he would rake his fingers through them and instead of messing his hair up, it would only seem to look effortlessly better than before.

2. I hate Oscar’s dry sense of humor

Oscar had one of the oddest sense of humor you had ever encountered in your life. His jokes were so lame and out-of-pocket that sometimes you and Lando honestly had no idea how to react. You three could be having a normal conversation when he would suddenly come up with some weird one-liner that made you two stare at him in utter confusion – and you hated how precious you found this about him and how you always seemed to cackle up despite how unfunny he was.

Maybe your sense of humor was just as dry as his, because more often than not you would find yourself laughing along with him, and then Lando somehow would join in on the laughter as well until you three became nothing but a giggling mess. It filled your heart with so much joy – how great it was to be blessed with these amazing people as your friends, to have Oscar Piastri and his stupidly bad jokes in your life.

3. I hate Oscar’s smile

The Australian driver was always so stoic and calm that his smile used to be a rare occurrence in the team – until you had befriended him after working together for a while, and then the boy never seemed to stop smiling. You wondered how someone could be so cheery all the time, flashing his bright smiles here and there. You hated the giddiness that filled your chest when he smiled at you, but what you hated the most was the tight-lipped smile that he forced on his face when things were not going his way.

You could still remember the day Oscar was told mid-interview that his lap time got deleted due to exceeding track limits and was demoted to P6 – the forced smile on his face and how hard he tried not to let his emotions show on live TV. Then when he came back to the Mclaren Garage, the smile was still there as he pretended not to be affected by the news and acted all jolly in front of the team members just to keep morale high. You hated it because it ached you to see him putting up a front, to not be able to show his realest emotions to the world, and the fact that behind that smile was a boy who blamed himself for everything.

4. I hate that Oscar is always blaming himself for things out of his control

You would consider Oscar an intelligent person, but he could never seem to get it through his head that some things were simply not his fault – like when there had been a problem with the engine that caused the car to be undrivable, or when another driver turned into him and left him no choice but to retire due to car damage. But Oscar would always find ways to blame himself, to somehow find his fault in it and what he should have done better to avoid making mistakes. You hated the way he was constantly so harsh on himself, and you wished he could realize that he didn’t have to shoulder all the blame alone.

5. I hate how hardworking Oscar is

He was one of the greatest, most determined athletes you had ever known. Being a rookie in his first season of F1, he knew he had to work harder than anyone else to be able to compete with the more seasoned and experienced drivers on the grid. So he trained hard – waking up before sunrise for the gym, spending hours on the track perfecting his technique, staying up late to analyze data and rewatch his races. His relentless work ethic and unwavering determination to prove himself to the world and achieve success in the sport were irrefutably admirable, but it pained you to see him overworking himself to such unhealthy limits.

“Take a break, Oscar,” you told him when you realized he was still staying up analyzing his previous races at the commons one night. He glanced up at you from his seat, dark circles underneath his eyes, and he shook his head, “I have to finish watching these first.” The look of utter exhaustion on his face from pushing his body beyond its boundaries was still a sight you could never forget – his body slumping with weariness, his tired eyes void of the usual vibrant energy that lighted up the room.

Knowing that nothing you said could have changed the headstrong driver’s mind, you answered with a short “Okay.” and retreated back into your office, ignoring the warmth that lingered on your skin when he placed his hand above yours for a quick second as you gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder. The simple action probably had meant nothing more than a friendly gesture for Oscar, just a way of showing that he was grateful for your support, and so you hated yourself even more for dwelling on it.

6. I hate that Oscar always seems to know what I’m thinking

Sometimes you wondered if you unknowingly had a habit of thinking out loud or if Oscar was really that good at reading you, because why did he always seem to know every little thought that danced inside your head?

It was the night of the Singapore Grand Prix, and while you had always taken pride in being independent and mentally strong, for some reason you had felt awfully homesick that night as you stared at the bustling streets of the city. Working at McLaren was a dream come true, but it didn’t make it easier to constantly be away from your family.

Oscar suddenly appeared beside you, and his presence alone was enough to bring you a sense of comfort. “Missing home?” he asked as he gave you a playful nudge with his elbow, and you rolled your eyes jokingly at the boy beside you because of course he would somehow know what you were thinking, yet again. You didn’t bother lying to him, and so you nodded your head and admitted to your melancholy.

When he held out his hand in a fist and signaled for you to fist-bump him, you gave him an incredulous look that said “Seriously?” but decided to comply anyway. Then he opened up his palm to reveal your favourite childhood sweet, and your eyes widened as if you had found the greatest treasure ever. “You did not!” you squealed in excitement and almost snatched the sweet from his hand, looking at Oscar with disbelieving eyes. “You were saying that you liked these as a kid, so I asked one of my mates to get some for me when he went on vacation.”

The fact that he remembered little details like this about you made your heart swell with adoration for the boy, but you pushed those feelings away because you knew Oscar only did this for you because you two were good friends. “Thank you, Oscar. It means the world,” you flashed him a grateful smile and popped the candy into your mouth, feeling the waves of nostalgia flooding your chest as you savored the sweet, tangy flavors of your childhood.

7. I hate the way Oscar makes me smile

It was one of the worst days of your life. Work was already hectic enough with all the different projects and brand collaborations that were going on, and then somehow you accidentally spilled coffee on your new blouse that morning as if you were in some cliche movie. In the afternoon, you almost tripped down the staircase because you were too busy replying to emails on your phone. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, you dropped your laptop as you sprinted to the meeting you were late for and completely shattered the screen.

As you sat there in the meeting with your unusable laptop, it felt like you were seconds away from storming out of this conference room and never looking back. The deep scowl on your face didn’t go unnoticed by the papaya driver beside you, and so he subtly slipped you a sticky note that read “What’s wrong?”. You quickly wrote down “Nothing.” before shifting your attention back to the media manager as she spoke about an upcoming project that was about to launch.

You felt a nudge on your leg and looked down to see Oscar showing you his phone underneath the table. On his screen was the iconic picture of George Russell crying when he got his first points for Williams, and you had to bite down on your tongue so hard to stop yourself from laughing. Listen, you loved George and he was an amazing driver, but that picture of him with his hands behind his head, lips quivering as he tried to hold back his tears – it’s the funniest thing ever.

It was a mistake to glance at Oscar at that very moment – he looked like he was constipated as he attempted to suppress the giggle that threatened to spill out. It would be game over if that happened, cause then you’d start laughing and Lando’d start laughing and then the entire meeting would just turn into total chaos. Unfortunately, one of your stifled snorts was heard by the media manager and she glared threateningly at you both. “Let’s try not to disrupt this meeting as we still have much on our agenda to discuss,” she warned, and you two hurriedly mumbled a quick apology.

Reaching for his phone, you turned his screen off so that the crying George would be out of sight and tried focusing your mind on something else. After a few deep breaths, the urge to burst out in laughter had subsided, but the ghost of a smile stayed on your face. Your day may have been terrible, but Oscar somehow managed to make you smile again. Still, you hated him for causing you to get scolded by your supervisor.

8. I hate the way Oscar makes me cry

It was the first time you had made such a huge mistake at work. With all the projects and brand deals going on, you must have accidentally missed the deadline for sending the contract to one of your collaborators and by the time you had realized your mistake, the company had decided to withdraw from the project.

Chaos ensued among your team as you and your colleagues desperately tried to salvage what was left of the rather important project, sending frantic emails and scheduling urgent calls to hopefully convince the company of the potential this collab had. They ended up agreeing to participate in the campaign again, and even though your co-workers and supervisors had told you repeatedly that things were all sorted and you didn’t have to beat yourself up anymore, you couldn’t help the intense guilt that swallowed you whole.

To say you were upset was an understatement – you were completely miserable. This whole thing wouldn’t have happened if you were simply more careful. If you had marked down all the deadlines on your schedule and paid more attention to your work, your colleagues and you wouldn’t need to go through this mess and come up with all these contingency plans in an attempt to fix things – to fix your mistakes.

So you sat there in the commons, stuffing your face with salted pretzels from the vending machine as you allowed yourself to drown in self-pity just this once. “Pretzels for dinner? Nice.” Oscar sauntered into the room with a mischievous grin, getting ready to unleash a playful tease upon you when he noticed your glassy eyes and the pout on your lips. He awkwardly shuffled his steps toward where you were sitting and placed himself at the seat beside you.

“You… okay?” The question had sounded so awkward that Oscar cringed the second the words left his mouth. He was never good at comforting people, but for you, he was willing to try. “I just – finished watching the Notebook. Gosh, what a touching love story,” you told him as you rubbed at your eyes, wiping off your tears before they fell.

Oscar could smell the lies from a mile away, and he already knew what had happened anyway. Being in such a tightly bonded team like McLaren meant that news spread fast. People talk, albeit with no malicious intent, and the news of the important project that nearly failed was everywhere.

“It’s okay to make mistakes sometimes,” he spoke with such tenderness, catching you off guard. “They happen to everyone. It’s all part of the learning process, and everything will be fine as long as you learn from your mistakes and do better in the future.” While he certainly was not the best at comforting others, his words were exactly what you needed to hear. Dwelling in the past would not change anything – you had to learn to forgive yourself, to not let your mistakes consume you.

You turned your head so that you were looking away from Oscar, trying your hardest to blink away the tears and not cry in front of him. The thought of showing vulnerability in front of Oscar seemed so embarrassing, and you didn’t want him to think that you were weak for crying over such a seemingly trivial matter.

A hand was suddenly placed behind you, and then you could feel Oscar patting your back gently as he said to you in the softest, most sincere voice ever, “It’s okay to cry.” He looked at you with eyes that seemed to understand the unspoken storm of self-doubt and guilt that resided within you, and it was that sense of complete acceptance that caused you to finally let go.

He stayed silent the entire time you cried, giving you the space you needed to sift through your emotions by yourself. Not once did he ever look at you with judgment, supporting you in moments of hardship like the good friend he always had been. You hated yourself for crying in front of him, but what you hated even more was the fact that it had felt so safe and comforting to do so.

9. I hate that Oscar broke up with his girlfriend

The three of you were in Lando’s hotel room deciding what takeouts you were going to order for the night when Oscar suddenly confessed that Lily and he had recently broken up. “Wait what?” you and Lando exclaimed almost simultaneously, and you tried observing Oscar’s expressions for traces of heartache or pain to figure out what was the right thing to say.

Somehow, Oscar didn’t look too saddened by the recent end of his relationship. “You doing okay, mate?” Lando asked with raised eyebrows, also noticing the relaxed and seemingly unaffected demeanor of his teammate. Oscar nodded, “It was a mutual decision. We weren’t all that compatible and we both agreed that we’re better as friends. No hard feelings.”

The constant nonchalance of the boy wasn’t anything new, but seeing him handle his breakup with Lily with such ease and calmness was something you hadn’t expected. He didn’t seem one bit upset, and you would even dare to say that he looked somewhat relieved.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be your perfect wingman,” Lando joked with a mischievous smirk on his face, pulling out his phone as if he had a list of girls he’d been waiting to set him up with. “I’m good, mate, but thanks,” Oscar laughed at his teammate’s offer – blind dates weren’t really his thing, anyway.

You spent the rest of the night quietly eating your food and avoiding eye contact with Oscar, because you felt like the worst person ever for the damned tinge of hopefulness that sat at your chest after knowing about his breakup. You were prepared to bury your feelings for Oscar and try your hardest to get over your crush on him, but now that he and Lily had broken up, a part of you began wondering how things could change.

You hated the fact that Oscar’s relationship ended and the newly ignited sense of hope inside you about something that could never happen. Oscar would never like you back. He always had and would continue to see you as a friend, nothing more and nothing less, and you were a complete idiot for thinking things could ever be different.

10. I hate the way I don’t hate Oscar

It had been roughly six months since the beginning of your master plan of writing a list of 10 things you hated about Oscar, and you found yourself struggling to complete it. Even after trying your hardest to think of all his flaws and imperfections, you couldn’t bring yourself to write anything more. Heck, even the past 9 things you had written down weren’t really something you genuinely hated about him.

It’s the way he made you feel whenever he’s around, and the way his presence in your life brought you so much joy. It’s the fact that he always seemed to understand you like no one else, and the fact that you could not imagine having a life without him. It’s the terrifying truth that writing this list was completely useless because you had finally realized that you didn’t hate Oscar Piastri, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

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There. The complete list of 10 things you hated about Oscar. It was meant to be a secret – something that would remain hidden while you get over your feelings for the boy. Nobody was meant to see it.

It had probably been your fault for not hiding the damned piece of paper somewhere more discreet, somewhere you were certain people would not accidentally find when they looked through your desk. It had definitely been your fault for telling Oscar to search through your drawer for the debriefing files he had urgently needed because you were still busy finishing up at a meeting.

When you walked inside your office and saw him holding up that list that was never meant to be in his hand, watching everything happen in slow motion as he asked you incredulously, “What… is this?”, you knew you were completely fucked.

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triple-7-heaven · 1 year

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ONCE AGAIN

thank you for waiting for me, readers. i do hope you enjoy it ♡ my first aespa fic, awesome! i've been going through it, thus the lack of content, but things are looking up for me. take care of yourselves, until next time :-) pairing: male reader x winter; words: 6.5k ; categories: aespa, winter, reader insert, smut, slightly storyline heavy

Back in high school, there was a girl who shone above the rest, but wasn’t necessarily popular. A girl who was a member of the math club, the photography club, and the dance team, whose evenings were filled with activities, who made many friends, but wasn’t fawned over by the student body in the way the true popular kids were.

One evening, you were at school pretty late, tutoring in the library. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice the time passing, until the janitor came in and told you he’d be needing to clean the library up, so you’d better scram. Backpack full of books, you rushed out of the library, and quickly made your way through the dark hallway. You turned the corner and nearly collided with a small girl, who grabbed onto your arm to steady herself.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you said, and the girl looked up at you. Oh, perfect… “Minjeong, shit, I’m sorry…”

“Hosang, what are you doing here so late?” Minjeong asked.

“Uh, tutoring… You know my name?” you asked incredulously. She smoothed out your sleeve, folded the collar of your shirt down, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You know mine, too,” she quipped and giggled before running to catch up with her dance team friends, leaving you without room to explain yourself. To explain that no, I promise it isn’t weird, everyone knows your name, Minjeong, I’m not a crazy stalker, and I’m not here to spy on you through the gym windows while you dance. But you never got to explain yourself. To be fair, you did admire her from a distance. In the halls, at lunch, you wouldn’t deny that you looked at her with heart-shaped eyes. As pretty as you thought she was, you didn’t ever talk to her, something you would eventually regret.

Minjeong dropped out, and you didn’t run into her again. After graduation, you headed off to Seoul to learn how to fly, and soon, you realized someone else had come, too. Billboards, advertisements, you name it. For a solid month, wherever you looked, you saw her.

The same Kim Minjeong who you nearly sacked in the hallway that night, who, instead of yelling or being upset, straightened your clothes and wished you a good night; who knew your name when you were nobody. She was Winter, now, styled with gorgeous long, blonde hair, imposed over ethereal backgrounds and colors. You had to give it to whatever company she was running with, they made that old crush of yours flare right back up again with the way they marketed that girl. Financially stable enough under an air charter company flying small private jets, you decided you’d buy a set of the group’s albums when they debuted. Sitting on the floor of your apartment, pulling the photocards and posters out of those albums, you felt the full force of the regret from your school days: if you’d only talked to her in high school, you could have her number in your phone right this minute… But you were resigned now to being a fan, and a strongly biased one. That’s all you could be.

Charter piloting has benefits. Loads, surely. You’re essentially a glorified taxi driver, charging rich business people and celebrities $20k for a one hour flight from Incheon to Jeju. It’s morally wrong to allow a sucker to keep his money, right? As good as the pay, benefits, and overall experience are, the clientele… Well. Nothing you hate more than a stuck-up diva, and it’s even worse when you’re trapped in a flying metal tube with them. But you make do; the idol sightings you get on the job make all the asshole corporates worth it. From old school stars your parents might know, to drama actors and actresses, to the newest generation of idols, you welcomed a ton of each aboard, more than you could ever remember if you didn’t write it down. Unforgettable guests come along now and then; a trio of Twice members one weekend, some big-name producers behind insurmountably popular groups for a surfing trip, and the casts of award-winning shows on celebratory benders. Unforgettable loses its meaning when your secretary hands you today’s clipboard.

“This is mine? Thought it was… Uh…” you trail off and your eyes widen. The secretary laughs behind the desk.

“I knew it! You’re her fan, right? You always talk about Aespa. And I know you have her photocard in your wallet,” she winks at you as your face fills with an embarrassingly deep blush.

“It’s not just that, Jihye. I knew her in high school,” you say hesitantly.

“Oh my God, it’s like a reunion!” the girl squeals. “Wait, were you cool in high school?” she laughs.

“Uh… I don’t-”

“Yup, I knew it,” she says matter-of-factly. “Let me guess, the lame, nerdy guy had a crush on the cool-chick future idol?”

“No! Well, I don’t know,” you say. Your mind is too busy racing to think properly. The young secretary giggles to herself as you walk to the hangar. Preflight routines are difficult to complete when your mind’s racing faster than a Blackbird. Would she recognize you? Should you say something? Nah… You’re kicking tires pretending to be busy and the door opens. The trail end of a conversation…

“-ng is going to be your pilot. He’s a great aviator and an even better tour guide, so I’m sure he’ll be happy to show you around the island,” Jihye says. That damn secretary.

“Hosang? I feel like I’ve known someone with- oh, hi,” Minjeong stops abruptly when Jihye walks her around the aircraft to meet you. Long, wavy, dark hair, with bangs curled and blown out to mathematical perfection. Fair, unlined skin of a small and cute face. A simple and comfortable black sweater, a modest manicure, and plain, natural eye makeup. You bow shyly and wave.

“All good to go?” Jihye asks with the most annoying smile in the world.

“Yep,” you answer. Jihye departs and you welcome Minjeong to get comfortable while you finish up. A strange look occupies those perfect features as you give her a quick safety brief, then turn to enter the cockpit. Before the door closes behind you, “if you need anything, let me know.”

Why are you cold with her? Why are you nervous? You hardly smiled at her or asked what she was traveling for… Pure white clouds roll calmly underneath you. You resolve to be nice to her, even if she doesn’t recognize you, because let’s be real, it’s not her fault for not recognizing you. She meets tons of people. You’re just some not-cool kid from high school who had a crush on the cool-chick future idol. A pilot report over the radio snaps you out of it as you enter Jeju International’s airspace. Gusting winds and vertical movement, it’ll be a bumpy ride down. You reach for the intercom.

“Hey Minjeong, forgive me if I startled you. Looking at some rough air on the way down, but we’re about 20 minutes out. I’d sit down and belt in if you aren’t already, okay? Call if there’s any issues, and think of what you’d like for dinner.” You toggle off the intercom and wonder where the hell that came from. What, Jihye said you’d be happy to show Minjeong around the island, right? So you’ll show her. Your inner autopilot (funny…) takes over and you idly nudge the yoke for your approach phases. Wheels on the ground, hangar door shut, you stand and exit the cockpit. Minjeong looks up at you sleepily, and you sit across from her on one of the bench-style seats.

“So… dinner ideas?” you ask. Minjeong stands up and points at you groggily, shuffling towards you until her finger pokes the center of your chest.

“You. You went to my school, didn’t you?” she says, tiredness dripping from her voice. You nod and meet her eyes. “How come you didn’t say anything?”

“I didn’t think you’d recognize me…” you say softly, honestly. She moves her hand to your shoulder.

“Well you’re bigger, yeah, but… I recognize you. Bigger and taller. Same face,” she says. The smile can’t be kept off your face, unfortunately, and Minjeong smiles too.

“You sound really tired. Let’s get going,” you say. After a quick post-flight and signing off with the hangar staff, you face her and say: “Gonna change really quick, then we’ll head to dinner.” You slip into the FBO restroom and drop your duffel, then slip out of your annoyingly stiff white uniform shirt. You stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment, then pull on a plain black t-shirt before swapping your slacks for black jeans. One careful ruffle of the hair later, and you’re leaving the restroom to meet Minjeong in the hallway.

“Alright, ready.” You carry Minjeong’s luggage and she trails behind you, much like a puppy, on the way to the parking lot. The modest rent car’s parked right where the staff told you, so you open the door for Minjeong and she shoots you a confused smirk. You smile back, and hop into the driver’s seat.

“So what’s the occasion? Family in Jeju?” you ask.

“Honestly, I… When I get time off, I run a secret travel blog… So I take vacations, and take pictures and stuff,” she says quietly. “I dunno, it’s kind of silly.”

“How come it’s silly? Sounds fun to me. We’ll have to go to some really cool places so you can write a good post, huh?” you reply. “Now, dinner?”

“Mm. I’m too tired to think,” she mumbles. Great, now the pressure’s on you to pick something perfect…

“How about Black Pork Street? Could make for some good photos, and it’s really as good as people say it is,” you say and put the car in gear.

“Sounds good…” she trails off. Really, really sleepy. But she makes an effort to talk to you. She makes an effort to keep the focus off of herself, and more on you; she asks you how graduation was, since she didn’t go, and you really had to reach deep into your memory for that one. She asks you about flying, about why you chose it, about your life in Seoul, and about how you never ran into each other in the city. You hold yourself back from saying ‘well no, Minjeong, we haven’t run into each other in a city of 10 million people, with about 9,999,999 of those people being more interesting than me.’ When you arrive, Minjeong is lively and excited, telling you about her camera and asking what’s next after dinner. You kick yourself when you start wishing for a specific sort of dessert. Quit being dirty-minded, idiot…

“Let’s go! I’m hungry,” Minjeong says, dragging you out of your thoughts. She looks perfect taking photos on the street, pointing her camera at the sky, at signs, storefronts, plants, street cats. The way her eyes light up when she takes a good photo, runs over to show you, insists that you take a few of her; she’s not much different than she was back then, huh? A person with a good heart. A person whose heart you’d like to learn.

“Is it our honeymoon? First date? Must be a first date, you look nervous,” the dorky waiter says, nodding to you. Minjeong laughs, and you blush; the difference between you.

“Uh… J-just high school friends,” you manage to say. Minjeong jots notes and snaps photos throughout the meal, and as you’re serving up some pork belly for her, she takes a few photos.

“C’mon, make it look nice,” she whines.

“You’re serious about this, huh?” you laugh.

“It’s… It’s my baby. My project. My travel blog is like… I dunno, it’s a way for me to be creative, but not be Winter. It’s a way to just be Minjeong,” she slowly explains. “To have a space that’s all my own. Where I can talk about stuff I like, and not worry about press, or netizens, or fans, or anti-fans.”

“I get it. A space of your own. I should call you Minjeong then, right?” you say, nodding your head a bit too fast and a bit too much. She smiles and nods. But she nods like a regular person, not like you.

Dinner passes without incident. If we can ignore the waiter thing. Do you look like a couple or something? Maybe you do compliment each other. Maybe you seem like high school sweethearts. Maybe you could be.

“Hosang?” she says as she leans forward. “You in there? Let’s go to the hotel!” You snap out of it for the second time and hop up to lead the way to the rent car. The paperwork Jihye gave you had most of the information listed for Minjeong’s trip, and the hotel she’d be staying in was, of course, the Lotte City Hotel. No less grandeur for the princess. The GPS gets you there quickly, and you pull up to the front doors, leaving the car on as you grab Minjeong’s suitcase. Just as you’re rounding the front of the car and waving goodnight, she makes a confused face.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” she whines. Minjeong the kid…

“Oh, uh, yeah. I was gonna head to the motel near the airport, that’s where my room is. Did you need something else?” you say.

God, why do I sound like a customer service bot? ‘Did you need something else?’ Seriously?

“I… I dunno, I guess I just wanted someone to hang out with,” she replies.

Oh. To hang out?

“Oh, of course, Minjeong. Let me park, I’ll meet you,” you say. And she’s waiting for you in the same spot once you return to the front door; she didn’t even go inside. Her long, dark hair’s ruffled by the wind. Cute.

NO. Not cute. Not cute or pretty or hot. She’s my client, my customer, my responsibility; not my crush, my girlfriend, or my next body. Look at the ground or something, for the love of God, Hosang.

But looking at the ground can’t keep her legs from your peripheral view. She walks through the sliding doors and you follow behind with her suitcase in your hand, and your duffel on your shoulder. Long, slender, perfect legs, and you’re looking right at them. You snap your gaze to the windows and pretend to be looking at the skyline through the windows while Minjeong checks in. After a moment, she turns to you and smiles.

“Do you have a swimsuit?” she asks. You shake your head. “There’s shops on the bottom floors, go and find one, okay? Meet me on the sixth floor. There’s a pool! The pictures are gonna be perfect!”

She shoves a room key into your hand and takes the bags from you. You’re left in the lobby, dumbfounded, wondering how you should navigate this. A bellhop whistles at you.

“First night with her? Sheesh,” the young man says. “Score!”

“Weird situation, man. Weird as hell,” you trail off as you walk away, still shaking your head, more so to yourself now. Okay, shops. Swimsuit. You begin to feel insecurity nagging at you. You’re lean, sure, but not perfect. Not as perfect as… Well, nevermind. Quickly, you make your way through the shops, and find a pair of rather plain, mid-length black trunks at a duty free shop, changing into them in the restroom and leaving your shirt on. The elevator ride lasts forever. And ever. And ever. Until the robotic voice announces,

Sixth floor.

The doors open and you walk quietly out to the open area of the pool. You see one figure in the water already. She’s facing the city, hugging the edge of the pool and gazing at the skyline. The water laps at her back, just below her shoulder blades, and the silky smooth skin of her back is laid out for you, with only thin bikini straps to cover it. Her arms and shoulders are small, toned, but soft. Fancams and jacket shoots could never do justice to the sculpted angel right in front of your face.

“How’s the temperature?” you say. She turns around. Her top is composed of white strings and back fabric; conservative, but form-fitting to her chest, that Goldilocks chest, the perfect balance of size and shape. Her collarbones are distinct, curved, beautiful. Hell, every curve you can see is perfect, from the angle of her jaw to the base of her neck to the gentle taper of her arms.

“It’s heated,” she giggles. “Come on!” Insecurity. Nagging. Loudly.

“Are you sure? I can just hang out and take pictures for you up here, it’s not-”

“Come onnn,” she pleads. You turn away from her and slowly drag your shirt off, then kick your shoes and socks off near where Minjeong left hers. The water is slightly warmer than room temperature, and a welcome change from the chilly air. You sit yourself down on a ledge in the pool, and Minjeong swims to your side, sitting right next to you. Not close enough to touch.

“See? Isn’t it nice up here?” she says.

“It is. Ever been to Jeju before?” you ask.

“Nope. I think it’s even nicer with a good tour guide.”

“Ah, come on. I’m not all that.”

“You’re…” she trails off and sighs. Her hair tickles your shoulder when she leans into you. “I wish I’d talked to you more back then.”

“Hmm? Don’t worry about it, that’s way past us,” you mumble.

“So… If I said I wanted to make up for lost time… What would you say?” she says and you feel her fingertips smoothly run over your leg under the water.

“I think I’d ask where that idea came from,” you say breathlessly. She moves her hand to your waist, arm around your front.

“I always liked you. I just didn’t think you liked me, you were always so quiet,” she says. Your hand, now, meets her waist, and your eyes meet hers.

“Is this okay? I mean… Can you do stuff like this? Now that you’re all famous and everything,” you say, struggling to form any words at all, overwhelmed by the electric sensations of skin on skin underwater. She cups your cheek with a wet hand and nods to the camera bag.

“Can I get some pictures for the blog? Before… Before I forget,” she finishes cautiously.

Before you forget, huh… Gonna make me take an impromptu bikini shoot of one of the most beautiful women ever. No big deal.

Minjeong disentangles from you; she tosses you a towel and you dry your hands, then power on the camera. Eyes fixed on the camera’s display screen, you start shooting. She moves through pose after pose, and you can feel yourself hardening. How could you not? A perfect, slim, pale Minjeong, body covered with water droplets, her skin shining in the flash of the camera.

“Would you check and see if those ones are any good?” she calls to you. You begin scrolling through the photos, and sure, they’re great. It would be hard to take a bad photo of her.

“Yeah, these are good,” you say.

“Let’s take a few more, then we can relax a bit,” she says. The camera display switches back to photo mode, and you look through; this time, your heart stops. The screen shows you that Minjeong has shed her top, and now, the camera focuses on her bare breasts, nipples erect in the cold air, water streaming down her chest. Her hourglass shape is all the more prominent now, and you wonder how it would feel to run your hands all over her wet body. You begin to lower the camera, but she shakes her head. “These are just for me. Please?”

“J-just for you?” you mumble, mostly to yourself. Her poses grow more erotic. She squeezes her breasts together with her arms, grabs them with her hands, and leans over for you to capture a shot of her from the side with her back arched. Now you’re definitely hard, no question about it, but at least now there’s no way she could be mad at you for it. It’s her fault. She moves towards you, and you set the camera on the ground next to the pool.

“How’d they turn out?” she asks. Her arms reach around the back of your neck, and yours wrap around her waist.

“You’re evil,” you say into her neck before planting a few kisses there.

“Oh, how could you say that? It seems like you had a good time,” she says. Her hips grind forward against your cock; she wants you to know that she knows how hard she’s gotten you. “You know, to be really honest, Hosang, you’re the first guy I ever thought about while touching myself.”

Really?

“Why?”

“You’re an idiot- Oh, God,” she’s interrupted by moans as you kiss further down her neck. “I just like you, okay?

“Well I just like you, too. Always did,” you say.

“I hope so. Otherwise this could be kind of awkward,” she giggles. You withdraw from her neck to place a kiss on her temple, and finally, on her lips. She tastes so sweet, lips so soft, tongue so aggressive. Her hand grabs onto your hair and she forces your head to turn so she can deepen the kiss. Minjeong seems hungry, desperate. You sit back on the ledge with your high school crush in your lap, her legs around your waist. She’s got both hands on your face, and she observes you like some sort of specimen.

“What’s, uh, what’s up?” you say, eyebrows raised.

“Your face… As different as it is, it almost looks exactly the same as the face I fell for back then. And I think I’m falling for it again,” she says. You begin to speak, but she places a finger over your lips. “I know what you’re gonna say. Just don’t think about it right now. Don’t. Think. About anything.”

Between her words, she’s taking your hands in hers, and moving them to her bare chest. You swallow. Hard. She’s right. If only for tonight, for this weekend, for a week, you have to just let it go. Her breasts are soft, and she whimpers when you squeeze them. She giggles and moans through a toothy smile when you roll her nipples between your fingers. Minjeong is clay in your hands, melting under every single touch, and it’s your job to make this trip unforgettable for her, to mold her into shapes of pleasure she’s never felt before.

“You know there’s a sauna,” she whispers through gasps.

“Good idea,” you reply. Water falls from both of your bodies when you stand up with her still wrapped around you, clinging to you like a koala bear to a tree. A quick jog from the pool to the sauna, but the wind still manages to chill you both to the bone. The sauna, though, is comfortably warm. Minjeong in your lap again, you sit on the wooden bench and she devours your neck. Her tongue and breath are hot against your skin and the steam begins to make you sweat already. She stands and takes hold of your hand, beckoning you to follow suit; you stand close to her and she looks up to meet your eyes. Small hands make their way to your waistband.

“Can I?” she asks softly. You help her slide the trunks down your legs, and your cock springs out, painfully hard, smacking your stomach. Her hand wraps around it immediately, and she moves in to kiss you again. She moves her tongue slowly against yours and her hand works your length all the while; her delicate fingers find the precum dripping from your tip and spread it generously. Delicately, she kneels; cautiously, she licks your cock from the base to the tip before latching onto the head and giving gentle suction. She looks up at you with her deep brown eyes and you place your hands on her head. You’re gentle with her. Your fingers make their way through her hair, and you keep your hips as still as you can, so as not to overwhelm her. You feel the back of her throat suddenly, and a moan escapes your mouth briefly, before you slap your hand over it. Minjeong backs off and strokes you with her hand.

“Don’t… I want to hear you,” she says. You feel your cock twitch, and you let out a sigh. A soft moan when her strokes speed up. “Good…”

“What if someone-”

“If someone hears? They’ll leave. Don’t worry,” she says. She gives you a few more seconds of suction, tongue massaging your head, then stands back up. You switch places with her, only now, she casually strips her bottoms off and sits on the wooden bench. Her toned thighs spread apart slowly while you stand back to take her all in.

After all these years, there she is; imagine telling high school Hosang what’s happening right now. Forget moaning her name while I jerk off… She’s right there.

Beads of sweat roll down your face and body. Minjeong, too; she’s covered in dewdrops of her own. Somehow you think they must look better on her than they do on you. A deep breath, and you step towards her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly under your hands when you give her pert breasts some more attention. You’re on your knees, now, watching her face contort and listening to her voice catch in her throat. If she never wore a bra again, you’d surely be happy. Kisses planted down her body, from her sternum down her stomach, halting at her hipline. You take a moment to stroke her thighs softly with your fingertips, and they shudder. More kisses for her legs, from her ankles up her calves to her inner thighs. Her sweat is salty and sweet. How will the rest of her taste? You look at her again.

"What do you like?" you ask.

"I… I don't know."

"When you touch yourself, how do you do it?"

"That's embarrassing…"

"When you're using your hands, imagining they're mine, what do you do?"

"..."

"Show me, so I can do it for you." Minjeong’s eyes are half-lidded, lust-laden. When you look down at her perfect, trimmed pussy, it’s dripping; your words got to her. She takes hold of your right wrist and places your hand on her stomach, thumb on her clit.

“Slowly,” she whispers. You oblige, and slowly make circles on her clit, spreading her wetness over the sensitive nub. Her next move brings your left hand to her mouth. She sucks on your two middle fingers, taking them deeply into her mouth. Wet enough now, she moves your hand, palm up, near her pussy, and nods. “Inside.” The walls of her pussy are so hot, so scorching hot, inch after inch engulfing your fingers. One curl of your fingers and she’s cursing, moaning, bucking her hips. Poor girl must be starving.

“Is that good for you, Minjeong?” you say. Your voice seems like it’s dropped an octave and slowed down about half a measure. It doesn’t matter; she can’t answer you, anyway. She’s busy stuttering out your name. Temptation gets the best of you and you move your thumb away. Minjeong whines, but it’s soon replaced by a near scream when your thumb is replaced by your tongue. As expected, she tastes incredible, some remnants of salt water from the pool, but overwhelmingly sweet underneath. She clenches around your fingers a bit.

“F- Oh my fucking-” Minjeong stutters. Her eyes roll back in her head. Her delicate fingers grip your hair, not so delicately. Rapid, shuddering breaths cause her toned stomach to rise and fall quickly, her arms and legs jerk, and the salty and sweet flavor floods your tongue. Unlatched from your hair, Minjeong’s hands grab your face and yank you up towards her face; as you stand, the tip of your cock grazes over her clit.

“Whoops,” she whispers. Her lips are warm and smooth when they lock onto yours. And you feel her hand creep down your abdomen. Your attempt to break the kiss is foiled with Minjeong’s arm around the back of your head, and her other hand moves up and down your shaft. She’s devious, smiling into the kiss as you fill her mouth with moans, tightly gripping your cock and twisting her hand with her up and down motions.

Kim Minjeong from high school is jerking me off. Kim Winter from Aespa is jerking me off.

It’s a mindfuck. She kneads the back of your neck and sucks on your tongue. You can’t fuck her in a public sauna… Can you?

“Minjeong…” you whisper against her cheek. She looks at you innocently. Like someone who isn’t driving you crazy.

“What?” she giggles.

“How about we go to your room? Could be bad if, you know, someone sees us,” you mumble.

“How about once here, and a few more times there?” she says with a wink. “It’s late, baby… No one will come up.”

‘Baby.’

Minjeong guides you towards her pussy with the hand that had never left your cock. Her legs rest on your shoulders, and you grip her pillowy soft thighs to brace yourself for impact, for entry. Her heat begins to swallow your length, quite easily due to how wet and aroused she is, and she makes the hottest noise she’s made the whole night. And now you’re hilted in Kim Minjeong in a hotel sauna with an unlocked door. Her nails scratch at your chest and shoulders frantically.

“God, so full…” she moans.

“You want me to fuck you now?” you put the sultry voice back on. She nods. “When you’re using your toys, imagining they’re me…”

“Please, Hosang, just fuck me,” she pleads. “However you want. However you need.” It’s all you need to hear, certainly. You pull out nearly all the way, and watch your cock disappear inside of her with a grunt. Your thumbs nearly touch as you wrap your hands around her small waist to pull her down around your shaft with every thrust. All inhibitions are gone, any restraints have been lifted; you’re slamming into her hard, and the both of you moan loudly enough for the reception desk to hear. Minjeong’s tight abs contract and relax under your hands, you look at her face to see her drooling with her eyes rolled back. Like, actually, really drooling.

“Fuck, babe… You’re really enjoying this, huh?” you say gruffly. You swipe your thumb over her chin and she leans down to suck on it instead. Lustful eyes meet your gaze and your thumb pops out of her lips.

“I’ve been waiting so long,” she says. A quick sigh to punctuate her sentence. “So many years…”

“Well-” you try to speak, but she clenches herself around you. “Fuck. I don’t think I can wait any longer than I already have-”

“Pull out baby,” she sighs. “I want to swallow you.”

Regretfully, you withdraw from Minjeong’s tight hole, but the steam keeps your cock rather warm while she kneels down. After a lick from the base to the tip, she takes you all the way into her throat. She takes your hands and places them on her head, looking up at you sinfully. With fistfuls of her dark hair, you pull back, and thrust in again. She gags and coughs, but she never gives up, and soon, you’re shooting rope after rope, nearly convulsing in pleasure. She strokes you into her open mouth, wringing every drop out of your spent cock. When she’s satisfied, she swallows and stands up to kiss your neck and chest.

“How about… How about we go to the room?” she says.

“You want me to stay with you tonight?” you ask. She laughs a bit. Her laugh is fluttering and adorable, a sharp contrast with the noises she was making moments earlier.

“Of course.”

After getting dressed and gathering Minjeong’s things, you head upstairs. In the elevator, you stand behind her; she grinds back onto your groin and brings your hands to her chest. Floors fly by and the number on the small screen goes up as you massage her chest and her delicate moans get you painfully hard once again. She rushes in front of you to the room, giving you another view of those creamy, toned legs, and you do your best to catch up. Once inside, she sits on the bed in front of you and waits. Her hands travel slowly from her hips to her knees, and even slower she parts them with her hands to reveal the glistening skin peeking out from her bikini. Her breath hitches when you step forward and gaze down at her.

“I showed you what to do last time,” Minjeong whispers. “I want to see what you’ll do on your own.”

“No pressure, right?” you joke, and she smiles. Her thighs are soft and malleable in your hands, and her neck softer under your lips. You untie the bikini top and cast it to the side, then kiss further and further down her neck. Kisses travel down her neck, over her collarbones, down to her sternum. There’s still salt from the pool on her skin, and you lick towards her nipple before giving it a bite. Minjeong jumps slightly and closes her fists in your hair. Your mouth works on one nipple and your hand kneads the other breast, perfectly sized for your hand. After switching sides once or twice, you kiss her stomach. Her hands move to your shoulders as you kneel on the floor in front of her.

Minjeong’s legs are wide open. You slide your fingers into the waistband of the swimsuit and slowly drag the bottoms down. More kisses travel from her knees across her inner thighs and up to her hip bones. She’s still dripping for you and you drag your tongue upwards over her pussy slowly to savor her. You spit on your fingers and slip them inside of her easily.

“Ohhh my God-” she whispers and bucks her hips. “Go faster…”

“Mm, so impatient, Minjeong,” you reply. Your tongue returns to her clit and makes smooth circles. She tenses around your fingers when you curl them back towards you, her moans growing louder, grip on your hair growing stronger. Taking her by surprise, you withdraw your fingers and stand up. While her hands work automatically on pulling your swim trunks down, you take a moment to just gaze at her. Her ruffled, semi-wet hair, strands sticking to her forehead and swaying wildly as she kisses up your thighs. Her flushed, glistening skin, cheeks inflating and deflating with the waves of pleasure coursing up your torso as your length disappears into her mouth again. Her pretty shoulders and arms. Her nose buried in your stomach.

Fuck.

“You’re really good at that,” you moan. With a yelp Minjeong is scooped up into your arms and tossed, more or less, onto the pristine hotel bed. She pats the bed beside her, and you get the message. You lie back and let her mount you. She guides your tip to her entrance, and once in line, she slams her hips down aggressively. You’re content to let her ride. Her body moves in mesmerizing ways as she grinds on you, seeking the best angle for your cock to rub against all the right places. Just as soon as you begin thrusting into her, your phone starts ringing.

“Dammit, sorry, Minjeong,” you curse and remove the girl from your lap. Fucking spam call? Really? With the phone silenced, you turn around to see her lying back on the pillows.

Like an animal, you crawl towards her; you feel like one at least, with the way your cock is throbbing. She pulls her legs up for you, and you guide your tip towards her dripping center. The warm feeling envelops you again and you sigh, eyes closed. Your hands find her waist and keep her torso still while you begin to drive into her. You almost can’t even hear her whines anymore, her voice punctuated by each thrust, curses and iterations of your name following every other sound.

“-nside me,” Minjeong’s voice fades in as your stupor breaks a bit. You lean forward and make a confused expression. “Cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me…”

And something about the way she says it just obliterates any second thoughts you may or may not have had. Her high, airy voice, begging for such an impure action, intensifies the warm, wet pleasure surrounding your cock. It only gets warmer and wetter as your cum dumps into Minjeong, deeper and deeper inside of her, coating your shaft, dribbling out onto the sheets. Your thrusts slow down, but your dick stays inside; you’re tired. You wrap your arms around her waist, and lie down gently on top of her with your face in her neck. She administers gentle scratches to your scalp.

“You came so much, Hosang,” she whispers. Her legs settle around your back.

“Drained all my energy,” you laugh weakly.

“You’re heavy. Can we switch?” she says. So you do; you roll onto your back. Your cock slips out in the meantime, and you both laugh about it. She fits in your arms like she was made for them.

For a long while you lie there. The cold air condition and the crisp sheets are a welcome contrast to your steaming hot skin and the panting, sweating furnace lying on top of you. Minjeong painstakingly brings her hand to your cheek and kisses the other with soft lips. A slow blink. A thought in your mind.

Is this what it feels like?

“What are you thinking about?” she asks. She knows.

“How do you feel about me?” you reply. Her expression is mixed.

“How do I feel… I feel like there’s a reason we ended up on this trip together,” she answers. Her body rises as you take a deep breath. “I mean I feel like something brought us together.”

“What do you want to do about it?” you ask.

“I want to find out why. There must be a reason this happened, you know?” she says. A small yawn. “Like… There must be something waiting at the end of a journey we can take together to find out. Or something.”

Together? A journey?

“Think it might be time for you to go to sleep,” you whisper. Her baby hairs stick to your face when you kiss her temple. The sheets are smooth and cool when you pull them up over Minjeong’s body and yours. She falls asleep quickly. You don’t. You’re thinking about IFR plans and what to say to her in the morning. Your fingers trace along the smooth skin of her hips and lower back for a while. The softness is comforting. And you fall asleep.

Is this part gonna go in the blog post?

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Reprisal

ARMIN ARLERT x black!reader

Summary

__ armin seemed to always get the shorter end of the stick when it came to.. well.. everything. however, a new opportunity showed up right in front of his eyes when his black!crush had a falling out with her bf. maybe armin wouldn’t have recorded himself fucking her dumb if her bf didn’t bully him through kindergarten to college…

Content

__ black!reader, female reader, dom!armin, risk, dirty talk, crying out of pleasure, big dick armin, size diff(you’re bigger, not taller), pussy fingering, recording/videotape, squirting,

__ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

Was it wrong for the blonde to admire how pretty those tears were? They fell over the russet color cheeks you possessed, showing no signs of stopping. The way your throat was closing up, your short breaths of helplessness never sounded so sweet. It was indeed wrong to think of your sadness as his victory, but Armin couldn’t help it.

That day, there was a twitch at the side of his lips that ached to smeer across his face, but Armin fought it. He wanted to smile so badly only because he knew he had gotten what he deserved. Armin could remember just how much his heart twanged and twisted when you started dating his own bully. There was no way he could catch up with you, not with his timid aura, his bulky glasses, and his attire.

Not to mention how geeky he was.

The posters in Armin’s room happened to be ‘women repellent’ as your boyfriend would call it. And Armin lacked any real style because his parent’s preferred him to wear button ups and slacks everyday. With his face stuck in books and his hand always holding some wooden pencil, he’d never have a girlfriend. Or, maybe those are just things your boyfriend packed in his head. Armin could’ve sworn he’d never have a girl to kiss, hug, or marry. That was another thing his bully preached to him.

But yet, his girlfriend was here in his geeky, woman repellent room filled with posters, books, and tiny machines. And your eyes were overflowing with desperate pleasuring tears.

And this time, Armin didn’t resist his tempting smirk.

The grey sheets of his bed had a formed wet spot that only largely grew over the orgasms. His lanky fingers were covered in that same wetness as his other hand held the device that witnessed the entire scene. As bad as it sounded, the both of you concluded that this was definitely something to be recorded. The way Armin understood your body so quickly and effortlessly, the way you’d already came over and over again. It’s been thirty minutes and the way Armin’s fingers wrinkled up from your wet hole made it even better. It felt so damn good.

“Armin~… I-… No more… Fuck~” your lustful voice made Armin’s cock hard. You in general made his cock hard. Your pretty face, your long eyelashes, glossy lips, your cute little two piece outfit. He would watch from afar how those skimpy cotton shorts matched the cropped top. It was white, and it made your skin flourish. Armin hated that your boyfriend had you all to himself.. but apparently that just wasn’t the case anymore.

“You said that a few minutes ago y/n but you’re still here with the wettest pussy ever…” you couldn’t see him because you had your e/c eyes closed from the slight embarrassment, but you could almost hear the cheeky smirk on his tongue. Armin was taller than you, but he was so puny at the same time. He was undoubtedly the nerdiest male in the school. He sucked at sports, wore glasses, kept his face in a book, and hated crowds. In his eyes, there was no way you’d fall in his arms, however that’s exactly what happened.

You and your boyfriend had a bit of a falling out, and Armin was in the hallway at the time. All you needed was some gentle care and you got exactly that… what he didn’t expect was for you to take it so much to heart. You didn’t let it go, and you even began staying around him more than you should.

Now you were spread on his bed and reaching another orgasm from just his fingers. How was he this experienced? You failed to understand, nor did you care right now. Your pussy was so achy that nothing made sense, only the sweet sensation of your insides being rubbed against.

“Right…Right there Armin.. ah-..shit.” Your moans were so pretty on camera, and Armin’s small chuckle added to the extreme hotness that displayed. “ I figured, I do understand your body more than you know..” Armin teased in a matter-of -fact type of manner. He wasn’t even surprised of the much louder moan that was released from you. He wasn’t even surprised by the way your pussy released the clear liquid on his fingers. It was fascinating how you squirted on his fingers, and the pure sound of it made him excited. That mixed with your whiny pleas were heaven sent, and it was obvious how much he loved it.

He moved his hand up to his mouth and eagerly licked up the juices that were dripping down from his fingers.

“Did that feel good? Cumming over and over again? Would you like me to bring you more pleasure?” Armin sounded like more of a cocky bastard than before, his head tilt only making you stare into his eyes with a type of hatred that meant nothing. You couldn’t hate him, right now you felt in love with him. Your pussy was in love with him, and his cock didn’t even make an appearance yet..

“Yes… Armin, please?” You whispered, almost begging with your eyes. The camera caught every emotion, every deep feeling from you which was going to anger your ex from head to toe. This video was going to break him, if not completely destroy him. It was the mere fact that you’ve done this with the boy he bullies, and the fact that he was much better at making you cum.

And the fact that his fucking dick was bigger.

The camera caught the undeniable lust from the both of you. Armin’s body only lacked his shirt while you were all spread out for everyone to see. Beautiful and brown with eyes begging for this nerd to absolutely slut you out.

“I’d like this position, just to show the camera how needy you are.” Armin muttered this to himself as he lifted you and moved you in the position of a reverse cowgirl. He was happily laid out with his blonde hair against his somewhat flat pillow. His hand kept a grip on the phone, pointing at your large, juicy brown ass that seemed to be overtaking his lower half. Armin was quite skinny, and your ass was far from that, as well as your thighs. So the picture was hot, just seeing how your thickness overlapped his body.

“Lean forward for me, pretty..” with another command, you leaned forward against his lower legs and your pussy opened up nicely for him and the camera. It was already nicely stretched from the constant use of his fingers. So, when Armin’s thick cock sprung out, it didn’t seem all that bad to imagine pushing inside of an insanely tight cunt.

“You are ethereal… an angel almost. That’s if you weren’t begging to be filled up.” With a tease, Armin let the camera capture his cock being slapped against your trembling lips. The scene captured his pc in the background, the screen projecting a computer game while a poster of Star Wars was up in front of you. Armin could already hear the wall punches coming from your ex’s room.. he couldn’t wait to send the video to him.. it excited the nerd so much that he had to be cocky about it…

Just once…

“Slip it inside yourself… see just how far a real cock can go.” Armin grumbled, knowing he was bigger than your ex. You indeed knew this too and his cock size kind of frightened you, but it made you wetter to think about. And without being a brat or being disobedient, you slowly grabbed Armin’s cock with a gentle hand before slowly aiming it towards your winking hole that was eager to be filled.

Your soft pants and moans didn’t go unrecognized as you slowly let his pink tip slip inside of you. The feeling was so overwhelming and it made your knees and arms all weak. Considering that, you were completely laying on Armin’s legs. His cock accidentally buried inside of you. It was so quick, but the feeling was undeniably strong.

“Fuckkk~… Y-You so fuckin big Armin~…”

It boosted his ego that he thought he never had, and he got it all on tape. The way you were starting to grind against him, the way you’d slightly lift your head to look back at him and the camera. All of it made him harder if that was even possible. “You love how it feels… You've never felt something as big as this in your pretty guts, now have you?” Armin asked teasingly as his hand moved to grip a handful of your ass cheek. He couldn’t help but make it jiggle and slap it with genuine love for it.

“No… no!… This the biggest dick I eva’ had…” you slurred, slowly beginning to rise your hips and drop them right back down. “Tell him that…” with a husky twang to his voice, Armin demanded you said this.. specifically towards your ex. His dominance really peeked through when saying those words, and you complied while slowly moving your lower body faster. Those musical juicy sounds started to get louder, and for some reason, Armin loved that even more than the skin slapping.

“Tell the camera.. how much better I am.. how much bigger I am than him… tell them, pretty..” Armin almost begged this, however it was overshadowed with his hostile dominance that made you tense up on his cock.. but those pretty cheeks didn’t stop jiggling on his pelvis.

“Armin~… y-your dick is-..fuck. Your dick is so much better than his… I love it so fucking much… I never felt Dick so far inside of me..” with a whiny tone, you moaned this out with struggle. The camera couldn’t help but catch the white precum on his cock, or that jiggling ass of yours that looked exactly like water. Your ass looked like you were suffocating Armin, but fuck could he tame it.

Smacking sounds came from exactly that, as well as your wet pussy being slammed against him. The rhythmic movements made it obvious it was good sex, and who knew Armin could take it? Who knew he was strong enough? This man could even keep the phone steady while being sucked in by your golden pussy. He was absolutely nerdy yet behind those glasses were dominant, lustful eyes that gained a hint of possession…

“That’s right, pretty… now surprise him by squirting on my cock.. he doesn’t even know you can do that..”

#anime x black!reader #black reader #ambw #ambw bwam #aot x black reader #bwam #attack on titan x black reader #aot x black y/n #aot x poc!reader #armin x black reader #armin x reader

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aintnorainbows · 5 months

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Beauty Calls

Jimmy Uso x black! afab OC

word count: 1410

Summary: Jimmy has a late night hair appointment.

Tags: sexy time, oral (m receiving), creampie

Warnings: some cursing, unprotected sex

Cool air breezed through the open windows of the small beauty salon. Leilani sat absentmindedly in her styling chair as she watched the sun set further over the Pensacola skyline. It had been a long day and she was tired, but it wasn’t quite time for her to call it a day.

If her client didn’t show soon, she feared she might slip into a nap right there.

“Girl what you still doing here?” The voice of the shop owner, Megan emerging from the storage room pulled Leilani from her daze.

“Oh I got a late client. I can close up, you don’t have to wait around,” she said, popping her gum.

She had been working in Megan’s shop for a little over a year and she enjoyed it. The owner was a few years older than her and a pretty decent mentor for Leilani who was fresh out of cosmetology school.

They’d grown a good relationship in the time and she trusted Leilani with the shop. “Who’s your client?” she asked, rummaging through her purse for the keys.

“The wrestler dude, Jimmy. You know he always slides through here before he heads out for his shows or whatever,” Leilani tried to keep her response reasonable, but she had a secret.

She had been crushing on the Samoan wrestler ever since he started coming to her to get his hair braided. They flirted often, but things never really went anywhere.

“Hm, well you be safe in here,” Megan said, gathering her things before wishing Leilani a goodnight.

About ten minutes later, Jimmy texted her to buzz him in. The tall Samoan man strolled in, his long hair tucked under a Niutat hat. “Sup, Lei Lei,” he geeeted making himself comfortable in her styling chair.

��Hey Jimmy,” she said with a smile, setting up her products on her vanity. “Let’s see what’s going on with this hair chile..”

She snatched his hat off, placing it on her own head with a giggle before running her fingers through his thick locks. His hair felt healthy and silky at the roots, but she felt a little bit of dryness and breakage on his ends where his hair was dyed.

“Jimmy, you wanna fight or something?” she asked, spinning him around to face her.

He raised an eyebrow, “Now what I do?”

“I told you to be washing and conditioning your hair between appointments. ”

“But, I like it better when you wash my hair,” he whined with a hint of flirtation. Leilani’s eyes flickered down to where he licked his lips.

She playfully rolled her eyes to prevent a blush from creeping on her cheeks. “Getcho ass over to the sink then..” she ordered, swatting him on the ass with a comb as he got up.

The water was set to the perfect temperature as she ran the faucet over his hair. A quiet moan slipped out of him as she dripped shampoo onto his head and massaged her manicured fingers into his scalp.

Leilani thought it was so sexy how his body relaxed completely in the chair and his eyes fluttered shut in comfort.

It’s always difficult to get the back of scalp from the standing angle so Leilani straddled Jimmy’s hips, sitting directly in the man’s lap as she continued to scrub his scalp.

“See LeiLei, this is why i like when you do it,” he mumbled, creeping an eye open and getting an eyeful of her chest. “That feels so good,” he practically moaned.

Looking down at the man, he looked incredibly cute and sexy laid back in the chair. Leilani couldn’t help herself, she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. She was about to place another on the other side when his eyes shot open and he turned his head ever so slightly to catch her lips with his own.

His hands found their way around her waist to steady her as they kissed intimately while she scrubbed his scalp. Leilani could feel his dick beginning to harden beneath her, and grinded back on it, letting a moan escape from her own lips.

“Shiii, it’s like that?” he said, once they pulled apart. Trailing his hands from her waist to grope her chest as they continued to dry hump. His hard body felt good pressed against hers. Leilani bit her bottom lip, nodding her head as his erection grazed her legging covered clit. “Show me what else them hands do,”

Leilani chuckled to herself, rinsing the shampoo from his hair and her hands before sliding to the floor on her knees. Her slippery fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans until they finally popped open. Jimmy shifted his hips up, helping her pull them down with his underwear.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” she moaned, eyes widening as his six inches sprang free, ready for attention.

Tongue out, Leilani licked around his tip, swirling her tongue around it making Jimmy’s hips jerk forward. His eyes fluttered shut again, and his hands tangled into her hair. “Shiit, Lei” he moaned. “Do that again for me,”

She obliged, swirling her tongue again before taking the whole head into her mouth and sucking hard. She expertly took him inch by inch until his whole dick was down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down while the man moaned and writhed beneath her, his hips grinding in slow circles as he fucked gently into her mouth.

“Lei you feel so good, I’m bout to bust,” he grunted, his grip on her tightening. She tried to pull back, but he held on tight as his hips stilled and he exploded on her tongue.

She swallowed it like a pro, barely taking a pause before she suckled on his tip. The overstimulation got to him and he had to push her head away to catch his breath. Leilani moaned as she sat back on her knees.

“Damn girl,” he panted, laying slack in the chair. While he recovered, Leilani pushed her leggings down her waist, kicking them off and to the side. She enthusiastically climbed back onto his lap, stroking him back to hardness as she kissed him.

She guided his tip to her wet and waiting pussy before sliding down on him. An embarrassingly loud moan slipped from her mouth at the way Jimmy filled her up so perfectly when she sank all the way down on him.

“Shit pretty girl, ride that dick,” he growled, his eyes rolling into his head as he squeezed her ass cheeks and guided her up and down his pole. Her hands were in his wet hair, needing something to hold onto as he bucked up into her.

He started to circle her right nipple with his tongue, leaving bites occasionally and brushing his thumb along the inside of her thigh.

Her hips stuttered with her a rhythm as shuddering moans racked Leilani’s body.

He was panting too, nothing but fire and heat burning in his eyes as she took every single inch of him. The stretch of him felt so deliciously good, finally satiating the ache in her core.

Jimmy’s grip on her waist was almost painfully tight as she fucked herself on his dick, his plush lips falling open slightly with each rock of her hips. He groaned out praises of her name, “Goddamn Lei, your pussy gripping me soo good,”

His sexy voice directly in her ear was the beginning of the end for Leilani. She cried his name out again as he drove his cock up again, slamming straight into that spot with precision, and then she was shouting hoarsely as her orgasm suddenly surged up over her. Her skin was on fire as it awoke every single nerve in her body.

Her juices gushed over his dick, sending him over the edge as well. Jimmy drove into Leilani once..twice.. more, and then he was moaning brokenly against her throat where he'd pressed his face against her neck.

Both of them struggled to catch their breaths as Leilani slumped against him, gripping the sink behind his head for balance.

After a few minutes, Jimmy helped her get herself together, redressing before pulling her back into his lap.

“So uh, you think you can keep your hands to yourself long enough to actually braid my hair this time?” he asked, flashing that bright and jokey smile.

Leilani rolled her eyes, sucking her teeth. “Getcho ass over here boy”

#jimmy uso #jimmy uso smut #jimmy uso x black reader #wwe smut

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babygorewhore · 3 months

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You are the only Exception

Blurb.

Eddie is your brother’s best friend. Who often reminds you Eddie would never go for you. But one night on a last minute change, Eddie takes you to a concert. Where he finally confesses what he’s always wanted to.

Warnings. None! Less than 1k. (Who am I?) thank you to my love @take-everything-you-can for giving me so many adorable thots for this one!!!

Your brother's best friend was Eddie Munson, someone you’ve had a crush on for years but your brother wouldn’t ever let you be alone with him for more than five minutes.

“Dude, you’re a princess and he’s just not into that.” He would say, but you didn’t care. You still admired and obsessed over him.

Tonight was the night of the paramore concert, something your brother promised to take you for your birthday. You half hoped Eddie would have joined but you didn’t voice it. You looked at your outfit in the mirror, the cropped black paramore shirt and plaid pants. Your boots gave you a few inches and your hair was styled out of your face from anticipating sweat.

Your makeup was perfect for the hot lighting and you took a million selfies and posted them all.

But a knock at your door caught your attention.

“Hey um im really sorry but I won’t be able to take you tonight.”

You spun around, prepared to scream at him when your brother held his hands up.

“But before you freak out, Eddie said he would take you. He’s downstairs. And don’t be weird. I know you have some stupid crush on him.”

You threw a shoe at him which hit him on the arm as he rolled his eyes and left. You smooth your outfit repeatedly out of nerves. Oh god. Eddie was taking you to a childhood dream concert?

As you came down the stairs, you saw Eddie talking and laughing with your brother and his smile briefly dropped and turned into something softer before he snapped into place.

“Hey, rocker girl.” He greeted you as you came closer. He reached to play with your hair and your brother smacked his hand.

“Man, come on. She’ll throw a fit if you mess up all that hairspray. She’s living her emo kid fantasy right now.”

Although he didn’t mention that it also included kissing Eddie Munson, your eyes flickered to his full lips that were casually upturned. Eddie was wearing all black with an oversized jean jacket. To your surprise, he held up two wristbands. They both said paramore.

“Kinda hard to get ahold of these but I got them. Here,” he reached to slip it on your hand and you swallowed as his ringed fingers touched your skin.

“Shall we?” Eddie held out his elbow and you curtsied.

“Lead the way, sir.” Your brother turned up his lip and you gave him an innocent look as you both walked out of the door.

Your heart thudded the entire drive and as you both situated in the growing crowd near the stage. You rose to your tip toes and back down to ease some of the anxiety when you felt Eddie’s hand go to your lower back. “It’s okay. They’ll be out soon.” He said to your ear and you felt goosebumps.

“Trust me,” he pulled back, speaking louder. “I’m an expert.” You raised your eyebrows as he started grinning.

“Oh? I didn’t realize you were such a superstar, Edward.” He put a hand over his heart.

“You wound me, princess. Playing for five drunks has made me way better than some punk pop band.” He playfully rolled his eyes.

You smacked his shoulder lightly as you heard the crowd roar. Spinning, you saw the band walk out center stage. You met their screaming and started jumping as the guitars played with their opening song.

“Are we ready??” Hayley called out and you started clapping.

As the show continued, you shed tears and your favorite songs from your teen years were played. Finally, your favorite song. The Only exception began. You raised your arms and then felt another pair wrap around your waist. You felt his jacket on your bare flesh and you turned your head. Eddie was smiling at you, his lips turned up in the lights. The shadows across his face did nothing to conceal the yearning in his brown eyes.

You leaned into him, enjoying every second as the years of pining came to mind. His hands gently traced your ribs. His cool rings pricking your skin that was hot.

“You are the only exception.” You all sang out and you instinctively pulled out of Eddie’s hold but his hand slid into your pocket. And then he started aggressively head banging.

You gasped and then cackled. But then Eddie leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You turned and cupped his face. Meeting his kiss with parted lips as you briefly forgot about the crowd.

He pulled back and pecked your lips a few more times. “Let’s keep watching, sweetheart. Gotta face your brother when we get back.” He smirked.

“He can get over it.” You giggled and faced the stage again.

“Oh and by the way,” Eddie said against your ear again. “You’re not too much of a princess for me, sweetheart. You’re the only exception.”

Tagging @xxhellfirebunnyxx @lesservillain @emsgoodthinkin @reidsbtch @slvt4jamesmarch @marchsfreakshow

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson blurb #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson one shot #Eddie Munson is so boyfriend

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mikasbby · 9 months

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My Halo | nerd!ellie williams x blackfem reader

fluff for the black girls who love ellie, nerd!ellie confesses love, light hints of reader being an angel, love drought by beyoncé reference :)

word count: 1.0k

Ellie watched you, she always did. From the way you twirled pens between your fingers, to the small rants you'd nearly bore your friends with, she watched and enjoyed it all.

She’d do anything to be near you. To share a tender kiss, feel the warm breath against her face, your sweet touches of love. Wanting everything and anything as long as that meant she was near you.

That was to be expected though, ever since childhood, people had a liking and gravitation toward you. It was you who shined brighter than any star in her space and astronomy books. There were many late nights that she spent searching for a star named after you, because in her mind what universe would allow such an angel with deep, luminescent skin, to roam without a star named after her?

You were just so precious and brave. During the day she’d often daydream about your bright sweet smile, and the contrast against your skin just made you look so much sweeter. It wasn’t just your teeth that made her feel some type of way, your hair catches her eyes constantly.

The changes of styles every couple of weeks placed looks of adoration on her face, each style bringing out a different feature on your face. Long braids? Your eyes looked bigger, somehow even prettier to peer at, but made it much harder to keep eye contact with you. Afro? It made her want to kiss your plump lips, maybe it was the clear lipgloss you put on every morning. Cornrows? Your cheeks looked fuller, like they were begging kisses. She loved seeing you play with the pink and clear beads in your hair, to you they made you a little self conscious if they clinked too loud, but Ellie loved them. It lets her know you’re near her, anticipating soft kisses on her neck.

To everyone it was clear that little nerd Ellie had an interest in you. What was obvious to everyone was not to you. Usually you could sniff out a crush in any instance, yet when it was right in front of you, you sat clueless. It was okay though, bought Ellie some time to collect herself before she confessed to you. However, there were differences between the two of you which made her hesitant to confess sooner.

You were higher in popularity, she was a shy dork. You could light a room up with your laugh, while people would stare and bicker at her if a snort left nose. Nonetheless, nothing stopped Ellie from confessing her love for you.

It was a warm spring evening, she had been planning the date for weeks now.

The sun was to set in 45 minutes, allowing the two of you to eat, talk, confess and watch the sunset. Pink peonies, carnations, roses, baby’s breath and a bunch of eucalyptus sat in a tall vase. She knew your favourite colour was pink, so she went all out. There was a collection of things you said you’ve wanted, she could recall multiple window shopping adventures where you would point at nearly everything pink that caught your eye.

“Ellie look, it's the big stuffy I’ve been wanting.”

“Wait Ellie y’think these bracelets are pretty?”

“Els Els this is the perfume I’ve been dying to get. Smells like roses or somethin’”

“Ellie did you know they sell my favourite bonnets and lipgloss here?”

She was more than ready to finally have you as hers when you walked out of your house in a baby pink sundress that reached just below your knees.

Fuck she looks good.

“Y-you look pretty.” Ellie stuttered out.

“Thank you, look even better” you smiled, a little shy with the tension in the air. You were almost positive that Ellie was confessing today, so to fit the mood, you made sure to wear a comfortable dress that accentuated your plush body and dark skin.

She held your hand the whole way to the spot where everything was set up, Dina carefully adding last minute touches and making sure everything was perfect. All these feelings and thoughts were new to Ellie, but she made it her mission to do her best with the advice from Dina.

As you guys approach the spot walking in comfortable silence, love drawing your eyes to connect to each other every few steps, she helps you down onto the blanket giving Dina a short wave from the distance.

As you sat, you took notice of the little gifts scattered across the blanket, your heart swells with feelings of fluster and shyness creeping onto you. This was just as new to you as it was to Ellie, it was the first time someone had done a big gesture for you. When you saw Ellies short auburn hair, shimmery eyes and beautiful lips you knew whatever she's going to say will make your heart pound like it's no tomorrow.

“You know I’m not the best with my words sometimes but you’ve shown me the beauty at times when I thought life was ugly. You were truly my lifeline when I thought the world was gonna kill me… thank you, I just– I just want you to know how much you mean to me.” There's hesitance and nervousness in her voice before asking. “Can I be your girlfriend?”

You softly smile looking into her gaze and cupping her face, sinking your glossy lips onto hers.

“So.. was that a yes?” Ellie asks against your lips. You press your foreheads together letting go of the kiss, “Yes, that was a yes Els.” You say playfully.

Everyday since then you get to experience the quiet parts of Ellie. Secretly getting excited to see her cheeks tinted pink when you kiss her in public, or the times she's bashful when you kiss her hand. Love was making you hazy, going on walks together, holding each other close on cold nights, and her rambles of space with your full attention was all she ever needed.

The halo you wore was full of love, nothing else can come so strong.

#nerd!ellie williams #ellie williams x black!reader #nerd!ellie x black reader #ellie x blk!reader #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #mikasbby

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island-in-the-shadows · 2 months

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Hannibal and Will Adopted Oliver AU Pt. 2

I literally have waited long enough to continue posting this one. Definitely owed it to @ib3li3v3you so here goes:

Pt. 1 here: https://island-in-the-shadows.tumblr.com/post/742073028536582144/my-hannibal-and-will-adopted-oliver-au-hcs

Oliver goes hunting on his own for the first time at 18 (so prior to arriving at Oxford). His dads are waiting in the wings, so to speak, in case Oliver fumbles. His hunting style is, given that he's a teenager, a little more conspicuous than his fathers'. His target had been scoped out for months, however. Got just the right person from his papa's (Hannibal) Rolodex of Rude.

Oliver wanted to try something a little different from how his dads do it which meant finding the rude man in question and seducing him while simultaneously remaining in the shadows. He really thought this out. Anyway, very looong story short, he basically does what cannibalistic spiders do to their mates. Except with a deadly syringe. His fathers' help him create a spidery display.

Oliver does start out eating regular, if incredibly fancy, food but does develop the taste for long pig and, in either case, has a fondness for Sweetbreads. Don't ask me why, I'm still not clear and do not want to probe.

Oliver seriously considers taking care of Farleigh for a while because he finds him unspeakably rude. However, Hannibal and Will advise him not to and recount how they have waited for the right time. Besides, they both know that Farleigh going missing would be noteworthy and possibly alienate their son from what he wants the most: Felix.

Hannibal sympathises with Oliver much more than Will does about the whole Felix thing. Will knows Felix's type and is just instantly on his guard. Hannibal, on the other hand, knows what it's like to fall for some pretty boy more or less at first sight.

This means that Hannibal is the one that gets the brunt of the calls when Oliver needs to vent about Felix. Yes, even when Oliver is so angry with Felix for abandoning him to shag some girl that he debates about killing him.

Back to Oliver's lies: Instead of telling Felix that his dad died, he says his mother died.

Will is the one that helps Oliver fully understand what it is that Felix wants. Except Will never suspects that Felix might want Oliver too. Cut him some slack, it's his kid and he mainly just wants the crush to go away.

Hannibal and Will argue about Oliver's obsession with Felix. Get in a fight about it. Hannibal believes Oliver and Felix are inevitable. Will thinks their son is going to wind up with a corpse and a broken heart.

The tack in the bike tyre was Hannibal's idea.

Oliver finds horror movies funny because, come on, he's literally seen and done worse.

Oliver does tell his dads that he's going to Saltburn instead of coming home.

Oliver knows how to cook though not as well as Hannibal. However, when he eats Venetia out, he thinks her blood would be wonderful in a Sanguinaccio Dolce. He wonders if Felix's blood tastes better.

His phone kept ringing while at Saltburn and Oliver kept ignoring it. The "HL" and "WG" brought questions from Felix, so he lied and said it's family members who are always asking him for something or to forgive his dad. Stupidly, this prompts him to change the name for both numbers and put "dad." (Let's remember Oliver is very smart but also very fucking stupid in canon; same goes here.)

When Felix answers the phone when "dad" calls, it's Hannibal on the other line. Hannibal follows his son's ruse and pretends he knows nothing about Felix. He does, however, get curious. Tells Felix that he would love to see Oliver for his birthday and that wouldn't it be nice if Felix came with him.

Hannibal lies and says that he's at something like a program for rehabilitation. Really wants to make it extra tempting for Felix. Gives him the address and says that oh this whole building was remade and blah blah he plays it up. He has a ball doing this.

On the drive to this place (not Prescot because, even though that's where Hannibal and Will found him, that's decidedly not where they live now.), Oliver at first doesn't recognise where they're going. Hannibal and Will and Oliver moved to this estate (one that Hannibal has long owned but barely used) a few months before Oliver started at Oxford and Oliver really only left it to hunt once and then to get on the trains and busses that would get him to school. [I did actually look for real estate for this and had fun doing it.]

However, when they turn into a familiar little road with all the familiar buildings before they get to the definitely familiar 16th century manor, Oliver starts to panic.

Felix comments on how nice it is for a rehabilitation program. Oliver is dying inside and he knows his dads did this on purpose.

Felix is, however, taken by complete surprise when he realises that Oliver's dad and his "friend" are the only people there.

Hannibal asks Felix forgiveness but that Oliver is so embarrassed of them that he had to lie. He reveals Will is his partner and that oh yes, shame about Oliver's mother dying all those years ago.

Will is polite but quietly observing. Hannibal is the consummate host. Felix is livid but polite. Hannibal likes that Felix keeps playing at politeness. Will finds it grating.

Oliver will pull Will aside and ask why? Will pats Oliver's shoulder, "We were curious what would happen, you should know that."

When Hannibal hugs Oliver goodbye he whispers, "Don't spoil the meat."

Ok this is long enough...will keep developing this for later with the big party, the maze, Felix surviving, and eventually becoming interested in more exotic meats. LOL

#saltburn #hannibal #cattonquick #hannigram #felix catton #oliver quick #just a bit of fun really

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babiebom · 1 month

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Stardew Bachelor/ette’s as Mean Girls (2024) characters

A/N: i recently watched the new mean girls musical movie and it wasn’t as bad as people were saying it was. Like the singing and the songs were good, the cast fit their characters(except for Aaron’s actor sorry I feel like they could’ve gotten someone hotter but I do understand where Cady was coming from like he’s cute enough that if you’re in high school and in the same class as him at least one person would have a crush on him.) so like I do with everything I consume let’s stardew-ify it!!

Tw:mentions of bullying, cursing, sex, drugs, lmk if there’s something I missed!!

Bc: at least 4 for each

Stardew Valley Masterlist

Shane

Principal Duvall

Is tired of this shit

And teenage girls lowkey frighten him

Would yell and get everyone’s attention in the hallway bc I think he has the lungs

Would leave it to Leah to take over the assembly lmao

“Tell everyone you’re not a drug pusher PLEASE”

Elliott

Damian

While Elliott and Abigail aren’t really friends

He has the flamboyancy I feel to fit this character

Also it’s canon that all characters are bi so it’s okay for him to be in this role

Would probably have all the tea and would be as dramatic as Damian

“She doesn’t even go here?????”

He just seems bestie type

Alex

Aaron Samuels(is that his last name?)

I think this is as obvious as who Regina is.

I don’t think he’s as smart as Aaron is, BUT is popular enough to make Haley want to have some claim over him.

And is cute enough that new girls will immediately have a crush on him

Would actually be crushed if he got cheated on

Harvey

Kevin

The guy on the mathlete team or whatever it was called

Mostly because he’s smart and I do think he would’ve been in some nerdy ass club as a kid

Also at high school college point I do think he would’ve gone through a slightly edgy phase of being a nerd that talks about getting bitches all the time

Would want Maru on the team

Leah

Ms.Norbury

Because I think it’s funny

Like out of all of them Leah would be the one to be called a drug pusher

Like I personally think she smokes weed or eats like weed salads or something

And personally I think she’s above all of the drama of mean girls

Would gather everyone and be like WTF is wrong with y’all we are better than this.

Emily

Karen

Now don’t get me wrong Emily isn’t as dumb as Karen at all

BUT they both have this daydream-y airheadedness about them

And I don’t mean airhead as in stupid either, just more….in outer space than other people if you know what I mean

Like always in their own head

Don’t care about what others think to an extent

If you think about it she fits kinda

Somehow finds herself in the drama even though she’s just been daydreaming this entire time

Maru

Cady Herron

Listen I don’t think Maru would have the balls to do what Cady did

But they both are insanely smart and I can see Maru falling in love with any boy in her class that gives her attention

Would tell someone they aren’t as smart as they thought they were while drunk

She is in calculust yall

Penny

Gretchen Wieners

In the movie Gretchen is very insecure and just wants to be the best friend she can be even if it’s by helping Regina bully others

And at some point turns on Regina because she’s had enough

And is quiet enough to be overlooked as the pretty friend of the popular one

Meek and accepting like Gretchen is

Literally just wants to fit in

Abigail

Janis

I went between her and Leah for this but I think Abigail fits this role more

I think it’s more about style Janis always has a punk rock look about her and Abigail is emo/goth/punk

And while she isn’t autistic I think she is more likely to be called a pyro-Les than Leah is.

Abigail is just the right amount of unhinged to be Janis

Haley

Regina George

Come on this was the most obvious thing about this list

Like actually blonde, gives off bully vibes

Would take over a school and is probably rich.

Would be an absolute bitch and be mean to people then throw a fit when it turns around on her.

Tell me who “world burn” and “introducing the plastics” fits more. I’ll wait.

Unfortunately there aren’t enough characters so Seb and Sam don’t get anyone to themselves but I think both have the energy to fit both Aaron and Damian. Like both are total cuties that anyone would have a crush on even though seb is intimidating and introverted. And both I feel like would have the sass and bestie vibes of Damian so both could be both oof

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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To Make A Girl Blush

*header created by @hstylesicons

ONE SHOT

Summary: Harry Styles is performing at the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge, where y/n works as a studio assistant. She tries to keep her cool while being around her celebrity crush, but he isn't making it easy on her.

A/N: I'm obsessed with his Wet Dreams cover and couldn't get this little story out of my head. Sorry, I'm a major tease...

>> Warnings: 18+ only - Flirting, male self-pleasure

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"He's so hot. I don't know how I'm going to keep my cool."

"He's probably used to having that effect on women." You chuckle.

"How are you not freaking out? You're like, the biggest Harry Styles fan I know."

"Oh I'm internally squealing. Trust me. I'm just super aware that he's Harry Styles. Like, the Harry Styles."

"Yeah, Y/N, that's the point. Harry Styles is going to be here!"

Harry is coming to the BBC Radio 1 studio to do a live lounge performance. You and Christine are station assistants, so you get to help him and his band with whatever they may need.

"And I'm just… me. I'm trying really hard not to want to throw myself at him." You laugh.

"I can feel the sweat coming already." Christine jokes. You both fan yourselves.

"Geez, look at us, how old are we?"

"Fourteen." Christine giggles. "I think today we are going back to being fourteen year old fangirls."

"Oh god, please, no."

~~~~~

The morning was full of prep work, which involved lots of running around. You and Christine will basically be at their beck and call, which definitely isn't a downside to your job today.

Your boss instructs you to meet the singer as soon as he arrives to his dressing room, to immediately check if he is in need of anything.

You knock on the door with his name boldly printed on a taped up piece of paper.

"Come in."

"Hi, Mr. Styles. I'm Y/N. I'm an assistant here, so if you or your crew need anything, just let me know."

"Alright." You see him try to subtly look you up and down.

Don't activate your inner fangirl in front of him

"Umm... a bottle of room temperature water would be nice, actually."

You are slightly confused. "Room temperature?"

He nods. "It's actually better for your vocal chords than cold or hot water." He strokes down his gorgeous neck, as if to demonstrate how the water flows down his throat.

"Okay, I'll go grab that now. Anything else before I go, Mr. Styles?"

"Umm… yeah, please just call me Harry." He grins widely, showing off those deep dimples that everyone is obsessed with.

"Sure. I'll be right back with that water... Harry." You nod and notice a small smirk on his face before you turn around and exit the room.

Once out the door, a loud exhale leaves your lips, as if you hadn't taken an actual breath that entire interaction.

Christine shuffles up to you. "Oh man! I'm so jealous! What's he like?"

You roll your eyes. "I don't know. Like every other famous singer that comes in here…"

"Really?" She asks, looking a little disappointed.

"No, are you kidding? He's beautiful! But we didn't really talk much so I don't have much to tell you."

She puts her hands on her hips and frowns.

"Y/N, I don't think you're appreciating this enough. You were in the same room as Harry Styles!" She scolds, still with a smile on her face.

You definitely appreciate the sight of him

"Geez, do you want to take his room temperature water to him?" You offer.

She grins and nods her head. You hand her the water and head off to see if anyone in the band needs something.

You find them all in one of the bigger rooms, sitting around on couches, doing some vocal warmups.

"Hi there! Sounds great." You chuckle. "I'm Y/N, an assistant here. Do any of you need anything? I'm happy to help! And don't be shy about asking."

You bring them some water as well, and chat with them for a few minutes before you head back out to hunt for Christine.

You find her, beaming with joy, as she rushes over to you and grabs your shoulders.

"Thank you for that Y/N! He is so nice, and so sexy. He let me take a selfie with him and everything!" She squeals.

"How old are you again?" You joke.

"I'm fourteen. Apparently today I'm fourteen." She jokes back, skipping off to do whatever is next on her list.

You decide to do the rounds again, and check in on Harry.

"Hi, uh, Harry. Just wanted to check back in with you."

He quickly turns around, apparently caught guard, and that's when you realize he is wearing a pair of flared blue pants... and nothing else.

That's just plain rude

"I'm sorry, I'll come back." You cover your eyes, and then turn around to walk out.

"Y/N!" He laughs. "S'alright. I could use your help. You mind?"

"Oh! Um, no, not at all."

"I just accidentally knocked two of my rings off the table, and I can't see 'em anywhere." He states, searching the ground with his eyes. "I'm going to sound like a diva, but I just put my pants on and I don't want to wrinkle them."

Well, just take them off… oh god, just stop

"Okay. Where should I look?"

He has one hand on his hip, and the other one up to his lip, still looking at the ground. He points under the table. "Maybe there?"

You get down on your hands and knees to look, and quickly find them laying near where he had pointed. As you stand and stretch out your hand to give them back, he slides his body closer to you so you are only about one foot apart from each other. You think you see him start to bite his lower lip before correcting himself, and his hand is lingering on yours a little longer than would be normal as he takes his rings back.

"Thank you so much." He utters, winking when you meet his gaze.

What a flirt, but who could resist those gorgeous eyes? And that toned, tattooed chest…

You clear your throat, as you snap your eyes up from his chest. Your cheeks get red with embarrassment, and you are really hoping he can't see that.

He smirks slightly. You feel yourself getting more flustered, so you finally take a step back.

"So, uh, I'll head out, unless you need anything else?"

He smirks again, and this time you know for sure that he looks you up and down.

"Not unless you want to help me finish getting dressed…" He chuckles.

How many girls would say yes? All of them

You chuckle and walk out the door, commenting before you're out of view. "I'll be somewhere out here if you need me."

He flirts with everyone right? Not a womanizer, but a big flirt… right?

~~~~~

Everyone is set up in the studio and ready to go. You and Christine go around to each band member, checking in one more time with everyone before they start. Christine, of course, checks in with Harry. He smiles politely and shakes his head, assuring her that he doesn't need anything. He looks at you and smiles when you fully meet his gaze. You smile back and look down, trying not to blush again.

Calm down, he's been with super models, he's just being a big flirt, or at least you want him to be

You and Christine get off the set and stand right across from Harry.

The introduction plays and the band starts the opening chords for 'As It Was'. You are watching Harry Styles play his new songs right in front of you and your skin is itching with excitement.

You sing along. The song is so catchy, how could you not? He dances around a little and you find yourself matching his movements.

Thank god his eyes are closed, or you'd be completely embarrassed

The song ends and you subtly make sure everyone has what they need.

'Late Night Talking' is the next song and once again you find yourself unable to hold back from dancing. This time Harry does open his eyes a bit more, especially during the second chorus, and he dances more after looking at you.

He's a performer, has nothing to do with you

The more he sings, the more flustered you feel. The more he looks at you and smirks, the more heated you get.

Might need a cold shower later

Once again, you double check that everyone is comfortable, as Harry talks to the radio dj.

They change it up and start to play 'Boyfriends'. The mood turns emotional. You've definitely had your share of bad breakups, and you realize there's a couple tears trickling down your cheek. Just as you wipe them away he quickly glances in your direction, and you turn your head away.

The song finishes and he motions to you for some water. Luckily, you brought a few bottles with you and place one down by his mic.

"You alright, love?" He whispers.

You look up at him, a little surprised he noticed your reaction to the song, and that he cares.

"It's a really good song." You quickly reply. He smiles as you stand back up to meet his gaze. You're a couple feet away and unintentionally look at his lips, down to his neck, admiring his upper body in his tight T-shirt, and making your way down to view the flared blue pants you saw earlier.

Your eyes shoot back up as you realize that you literally just checked out Harry Styles right in front of him. You feel like you could just die of embarrassment right then and there.

He giggles under his breath and you clear your throat to ask, "need anything else?" He shakes his head, smiling widely and showing off those deep dimples.

You feel sensation between your legs and you quickly head back to the spot you were standing, opening a bottle of water for yourself and gulping about half of it down.

The DJ announces that he will be covering a song by Wet Leg called 'Wet Dream'. You almost squeal, knowing and loving this song too.

Ironic song considering what you're feeling at the moment.

This time, you don't care if Harry sees you dancing around, and he definitely does.

is no one else around you

He opens his eyes to see you and starts moving around, touching his body and putting his hands up.

If only he knew what was going on in your head right now…

You continue to sing the lyrics and dance around. He squints his eyes open again, singing the next line.

baby, do you want to come home with me

You gulp down some more water.

You almost lose it completely when he starts the second verse and seems really into singing the next line of the song.

what makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself…

Well, you don't feel you are good enough, but you are definitely heating up enough to want to.

Absolutely going to take a cold shower later

The heat is just rising in your body as he sings about blushing. He ever so slightly moans with the lyrics and bounces up and down as he sings about it being enough.

You're getting so uneasy at this point that you think you may have to leave the room. Thankfully the song ends shortly after, but not before you see him look straight at you while singing the last two words.

let's begin

As soon as it all ends, Harry thanks everyone and actually excuses himself quickly. You're a little relieved, being able to calm yourself down and breathe now that he's out of the room. You check in with the band to see what they need. You help them tidy up a little and carry some of their stuff to the big room they had been in.

You decide to check on Harry too and make your way to his dressing room. As you get to the door, you grab the handle and you hear him say your name, so you open the door.

"Oh my god! I'm so, so sorry!" You exclaim, covering your eyes from the sight of him sitting in the chair, pants unzipped, pumping his hand up and down his length.

"Shit!" He blurts out, covering himself up with a pillow, then proceeds to laugh. "Thought I locked the door."

"I should've knocked. I'm so embarrassed!" You state.

"You're the embarrassed one? I was saying your name while touching myself, and you just saw it."

"Wait, what??" You ask, jaw dropping in disbelief.

"M'sorry." He smirks as he bites his lower lip. He is squirming under that pillow, probably still aroused and needing some relief. "I just couldn't stop watching you dancing to the Wet Leg song, and, well…" he looks down at the pillow covering himself.

"I… uh…" you stutter.

"Could you shut the door, love?" He begs.

You do, locking it and keeping yourself in the room. He laughs.

"So you want to stay?"

You blink a few times, realizing that he was probably asking you to leave.

"I'm sorry." You frown, feeling so stupid.

"S'alright." He smirks, yet again. "Could… umm… could use some help here…"

"I'm pretty sure there's twenty hot girls around here that you could call on." You blurt out.

"Maybe, but…" He frowns. "I'm in this predicament because of you…"

You lick your lips and then bite your bottom one.

What do you do? What do you do?... Go for it!

Confidence surprisingly kicks in, so you walk over to where he is sitting and kneel down.

"Well, it is my job to get you anything you need." You giggle.

"Yes, please, I definitely need this."

~~~~~

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targaryenluvs · 1 year

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satellite | charles leclerc

<3 briefly based on satellite by hs :)

SUMMARY: the one where charles tries to stay away after your falling out.

WARNING: angsty angst, swearing, drunk stuff, fluff, jealousy, and overprotective-ness (dickhead charles and ASSHOLE LANDO ladies and gents)

PAIRING: charles leclerc x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k - somewhere in the thousands

A/N: the first part was supposed to be just a one shot but people asked for a p2 so here! and i didn’t proof read lemme know if there are any mistakes

tags: @sheslikeacurse @dan3avacado @miinqrii @honethatty12 @pleasedontfollowimlost

(just the people who asked for p2 i can definitely make a permanent taglist just let me know! enjoy <3)

PART 1

It had been a few months since that night.

Five months to be exact.

Since then you had gotten over it. Over him.

Which is what you told everyone despite the fact that you knew it wasn’t true. He crushed you. Your life came crumbling down on you in that club. And somehow he moved on particularly quickly. By Abu Dhabi his smile was back on his face, and a new girl on his arm.

And she made your blood boil.

With her perfect self. Perfect hair. Perfect everything.

And what sucked even more than Charles moving on with lightning speed?

The fact that she was truly perfect. She was a literal angel. She was an elementary school teacher close to Charles’s Monaco apartment. And their supposed meeting made you want to gouge your own eyes out when thinking about it. They had met whilst Charles was babysitting for a friend of his, the couple being absolutely knackered from taking care of their trio of terror that Charles was kind enough to offer to take their eldest, Brina, to school.

And when he came back to pick her up he was met with a crying Brina sitting in her lap. Her being Elena. Elena Seour. A 23 year old French woman, with brown hair and gorgeous dark brown eyes.

How ironic. She was quite literally Y/n L/n 2.0! But not that the similarities ever resonated with you.

It was hard. Smiling to everyone, nodding,

“Yeah it’s been a while, I’m okay.”

“I’ve been doing great! Focusing more on work, I’m good.”

“It’s been a while since I talked to him but yeah, overall life’s fine, I’m great.”

I’m okay. I’m good. I’m great.

Somehow those words always tasted bitter in your mouth. You always hoped that bitterness would fade away. But it had been so long, and there it was. A reminder, that you were anything but fine.

You were walking through the streets of Monaco.

Everything was calling out to you. The small city was bustling and bubbling on the Friday afternoon. The sun was dipping behind the crystal waters to your right as you continued your brisk walk. The taste was gone, you couldn’t be more happy, a weight of your shoulders.

You had your headphones in and were listening to music. It was calming. For the first time, in a long time, you felt at ease, peaceful. But of course that was disrupted as your best friend Spotify decided to blast ‘Kiwi’ by Harry. Which would’ve been fine despite the fact that you were in a more relaxed mood. Which prompted you to open up your phone and scroll through your thousands of playlists.

Your hand hovered over one playlist.

‘CHAR AND Y/N/N <3′

There it was, that bitter taste.

For some stupid reason you clicked on it. But honestly, you were surprised. Not by the silly music taste comprising of ABBA, Coldplay, Harry Styles, Zayn, Kendrick and Taylor Swift to a bunch of French artists you had no clue about. But by the fact that it did nothing. Your eyes weren’t tearing up, your heartbeat the same, everything the same.

And that comforted you. You were getting better.

But you weren’t so sure if you wanted to listen to the playlist and fall off the idea of getting better and into the dark abyss that was Charles.

Charles Leclerc.

His smile, laugh, hair, horrifying fashion taste-

No! No, no, no. Not happening.

Your stomachs rumbling brought you back to the present day as you got out of the playlist and decided on Zayn’s “Mind of Mine” album. You continued to walk as you searched up near-by restaurants which were still open. And there it was. The echoing laughter of the gods above as the only open restaurant was-

Of course, how surprising! And not only was that annoying but the fact that the two of you had your birthday there not even six months ago felt like a slap in the face.

Toujours. Forever.

It’s just a restaurant. It’s not like you’re going to his apartment and knocking on the door or anything Y/n. Calm the fuck down.

You reassured yourself as you turned around and made your way to the place.

What you hadn’t prepared yourself for was the fact that you had entirely forgotten the fact that not only had Toujours been your favourite restaurant in the city but also a certain Monegasque’s.

So it was entirely shocking when you walked in and spotted the Ferrari driver through the glass sliding doors in the back. He looked gorgeous as always. The golden hour light did nothing to deter you from looking at him, it drew you in. He was wearing a white dress shirt with black pants, his blazer no where to be seen. He was reading a magazine, whilst holding onto a glass of what you assumed was alcohol but from where you were you couldn’t tell.

What did shock you was when Elena returned to the seat in front of him. His jacket draped over her shoulders, with a wide smile on her face.

The warm smile of hers was not reciprocated.

Which piqued your interest.

The hostess returned, “We have a table ready for you Miss! Follow me.” You nodded and smiled before following her along.

You wondered how it would be like to die by glass. Just a shard of glass to eye. Or the neck. Or the head. Each one of those options seems more friendly as you listened to Elena drone on and on and on and-

You get the idea.

Of course the only available table was next to them.

You were sitting with your back to Charles as was he. You thanked god that he was fixing his cuff whilst you were seated. You were nowhere near ready to talk to him. Being so close in proximity to him already had your heart beating out of your chest, ready to leap and run. God you wished you could run.

But your protestant stomach thought the opposite.

Your nose scrunched in disgust as the waitress walked past with white wine. God you hated white wine. So you were even more disgusted when the glass was placed in front of Charles, to which he grabbed it and downed the entire glass. He also hated white wine, whilst Lando loved it. Which always resulted in you and Charles ganging up on him while teasing him.

“I swear to god it’s not even that bad for fucks sake Charles!”

Maybe he had a bad race week? You hadn’t been especially paying attention to Formula One since the split, only every focusing on Lando and Daniel the few times you did pay attention in the week.

Your eyes flicked up as the waitress walked to your table with your order. God had you missed the food here. You were having a cheat day. Which Charles obviously took a bit too literally a few months ago.

So when she placed the Pizza Margherita on your table you had to refrain from kissing her out of gratefulness. The smell was intoxicating. You had also ordered Garlic bread and Mozzarella sticks.

“Miss?”

“Hm?”

“I said there’s an open table inside if you’d like. I can bring this all in.”

You nodded profusely. Anything to get away from Miss Chatty behind you. You took it all back. She wasn’t perfect, she was eager. Way to eager. She hung onto every word of Charles as if he was a god. Which he is but still. She was far to kind, to optimistic all the time. And god was she whiny.

“Charles you’re going to be gone for so long.”

“Charles I’m going to be so lonely.”

“I want you home please.”

She would never shut up. And she also didn’t grasp the concept that Charles was a Formula One driver. Him being busy is the first thing you have to come to terms with in order to be in a relationship with him. And you knew how much Charles hated whining. Well only a certain type of whining. By the way his muscles were tensed which was very appealing to see, you could tell he was at his breaking point. Charles had always hated being away from you, as did you hate being away from him. But you understood. The amount of effort, sacrifice and most of all time that he had put into his career. And you were always supportive, no matter what. However Elena seemed to cling onto him. She quite literally was acting like the children she cared for. Pouting her lips whilst begging him to stay with her.

“It’s just one race, why can’t you stay?”

Is this bitch for real?

The quiet music was soothing as you ate. But you couldn’t help but glance over at the couple outside ever so often. Once you were finished with quite literally all of your food safe to say you were ready to fall into a coma. Food coma that is.

And as you were gathering your belongings to leave, shouting from outside had caught your attention.

“You always put it over me! Everything over me! Your team, career, Carlos, Lando, Arthur everyone!”

“Ma carrière est tout! C'est comme ça que je paie ton appartement. Vos vêtements. Ta voiture. Je te donne tout ce que tu veux ! Tout le temps! Je n'ai même pas fêté la deuxième victoire de Carlos à cause de toi ! Tu m'entraînes loin de ma vie et tu m'enfermes comme si tu me possédais. God I do everything for you. Is it not enough?”

My career is everything! It’s how I pay for your apartment. Your clothes. Your car. I give you everything you want! All the time! I didn’t even celebrate Carlos’s second win because of you! You drag me away from my life and lock me up like you fucking own me.

“I told you to not speak in languages I don’t fucking know! I don’t give a shit about the money okay? I want you! But you don’t want me. I know it. Don’t even try to deny it okay? I see the way you look at her. When she walks by with Lando in the paddock, god you don’t even try to hide it.”

“How the hell is this about Y/n now-”

“It always is! You love her not me. You never have. You liked the idea of being with me, to get over her. It’s all about her!”

“Tu es fou.” You’re fucking crazy.

The unmistakable sound of a hand striking his face.

“I’m not stupid, I know that much French asshole.”

A teary eyed girl ran past you and you thanked god she didn’t look your way.

Charles was sitting down again. His head in his hands. And you found yourself glossy eyed. He looked miserable. He took his head out of his hands and leaned his back, looking up at the sky.

Charles found himself thinking of you. Where were you?

And how the hell did he get here.

The second month he had resorted to a jab or two.

God if he could take it all back he would.

And that’s how he found himself in a bar at 2 am in the morning with Pierre, Lando and Max all around him, drunk too. Him and Lando were still iffy. Lando gave him a piece of his mind almost every day he saw the man on track after the breakup for the first month.

The third was hateful death stares from across the paddock.

The fourth resulted in awkward small take.

The fifth had them in an okay spot. Ever since Lando had learnt of Y/n being better in general seeing her smile return had him over the moon. Even if he was still annoyed at Charles seeing the wreck that he was had him sympathetic.

“I don’t even- I’m not even sad over Elena. I-is that fucked?”

“Slightly mate, but overall even after dating her you saw her about a week each month so it wasn’t t-that big of a relationship so it’s okay. You’ll be over it soon.” Lando consoled the driver.

And that had Lando and Pierre totally sober.

“I just want my Y/n.”

After months of Charles being with Elena and re-assuring his friends and family that he was okay with out her, he was back in square one?

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me man.” Pierre sighed.

“What?” Charles asked as he raised his head from his arms on the table only to be ushered back to his original position.

“Shh Charlie. Ce n'est rien, rendors-toi d'accord?”

Nothing. Go back to sleep ok?

You had been twirling the umbrella in your Virgin Cocktail for the past five minutes. The club wasn’t really your scene, hasn’t been since that night. You were bored out of your mind and had no idea what to do. Seeing Charles so, broken? Exhausted? You had no thoughts to describe it.

After a few drunken protests he was asleep. Lando and Pierre sighed in relief.

It just hurt. You hated seeing him so down, always have.

So when your turned to inspect your surroundings and saw Charles laid across a booth to your right with Pierre and Lando slowly getting out of the booth to go to the bathroom you had to hold your head. How the hell had you run into him twice already?

And all of a sudden you were sitting by his head, and your hand brushing the hair out of his face.

“Y/n?” Pierre questioned.

“Pierre!” You smiled as you got up and wrapped him in a hug, Lando joining shortly afterwards. “What’re you doing next to Charles?” And all of a sudden your shoes became extremely interesting as you gazed at them. “I- I was just- Fuck I have no clue. I just, I miss him.”

“Y/n, as one of Charles’s best mate, I have to say that he misses you. Too much. Honestly? I think he’s still mentally at that club. Replaying it over and over. How he could’ve handled it better. Why he did what he did. He’s beating himself up over everything. Elena was just a distraction and he doesn’t even realize he’s still on you half the time. Elena looks exactly like you, brown hair and eyes, short and so on. He needs closure which I don’t think he ever got, neither did you. I loved the two of you together even if you guys were so sickeningly sweet it made me regret ever being against the two of you. But as your best friend? Since we were kids?”

Whatever he was about to say was going to hurt and you knew it.

“If you take him back I will never forgive you.”

You never thought anything could ever rival how you felt that night but Lando always proved you wrong.

“How could you say that!” You shouted.

“He hurt you! He fucking hurt you bad. I was there for you! I held you when you cried, I dragged you of bed when you threatened to punch me in the face if I even took the covers off of you. When you teared up when finding his sweatshirt I threw it away! I will not let you go back to him if you don’t know for sure how he won’t cheat again. I can not, I will not let it happen again. Y/n you deserve so much more that some cunt who cheats.” Lando rambled on.

“I appreciate you Lando you know that. I love you, you have always been there for me no matter what. But if I want to get back with Charles that would be my choice. I am not a child, you cannot boss me around or make decisions about my life. Yes he hurt and I will forever be grateful to have had you there to get me through everything but Charles is not an idiot. If we did get back together there is no way in hell would he cheat again and I know it. I know Charles in ways that you will never.”

“You obviously didn’t know him well enough since he cheated on you. And you’re fucking going back to him like a fucking idiotic girl.”

Smack.

“How dare you. Fucking using my shit? My past against me? I don’t give a single shit if you don’t want me with Charles I am a grown fucking woman and I will do as I please. When you’ve finally got your head screwed on straight come talk to me like a normal fucking friend would, otherwise?” You looked him in his eyes.

Somehow you again ended up on a balcony for fresh air. “Y/n.” “Fuck off Lando.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me.”

“Y/n.”

Your head shot up as you turned around. Charles was standing there, and you couldn’t stop yourself from hugging him as tight as possible.

“I missed you. I missed you so fucking much it hurt.”

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry for everything ma chérie.”

He held your face with his hands on each cheek before resting his forehead with yours. “I missed you. These past few months have been fucking awful. God not even racing made me feel better. You have no clue how much I regret everything that happened that day. I felt so stupid, kissing some random girl when I had the most beautiful girl already. I have no clue why I did it, being drunk is no excuse. You never ever deserved any of the shit I put you through. You were always patient with me and I will be patient with you.”

You looked up into his eyes. God you missed his eyes.

“Je serai patient, je t'attendrai mon cœur.”

I will be patient, I will wait for you my heart.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Did you just quote Harry Styles?”

“Don’t wait. I’m here, right here spinning out waiting for you.”

“Of course. He’s my husband y’know?”

“Oh really? So do I have to fight this guy to get to you ma chérie?”

“Of course! Good luck Char, he’s really hot.”

“Is he now?” He laughed as he tickled your sides whilst you swatted his arms and tried to wriggle away to safety.

“Mon ange please!” You cried.

His heart was intact again.

The nickname had sirens going off in his head, leaving him wondering if this was even real. Did he seriously have you back again? He did.

And he would love you forever, always waiting for you.

Round and round.

Satellite.

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luvrblythe · 2 years

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well.., are they? || gilbert blythe x f!reader

jealous gilbert basically

got carried away again omfg someone stop me

warnings : cursing (from me lol), billy andrews, slut shaming but no sexual activities actually happen, idk if thats it

i was also inconsistent bc i kept using both "u" and "you" i apologize for that

— he would never say it out loud thats for sure

— if u weren’t together or anything he wouldn’t really be all petty about it

— big boy knows his place

— but he may throw in some subtle moves to get ur attention

— if he feels like it that is

— idk where i’m going with this

— but if you were together or like he was courting u or smth

— he’d definitely do something abt it

— if u thought he was protective while he was only crushing on u bbg he’s like 10 times worse now

— or better, if u like that sort of stuff

— he’s definitely not possessive protective, he just rlly doesn’t want u getting hurt :(

— i’m going off topic

— billy’s an ass

— we all know that

— but he also has a maaaassive crush on u

— and u being u

— u were oblivious to his painfully evident attraction to u

— your mind and heart was too full of your gilbert you couldn’t possibly think of any other man in that way

— gilbert on the other hand, has known about billboy’s crush on u for years

— flashbacks to when he keeps calling him “bud”

— he didn’t rlly do anything abt it at first, bc yk, he didn’t rlly have the right to

— but u were his girl now

— side note he wouldn’t call u “his girl” if you didn’t like it:))

— alr back to billiards

— he was soo fucking

— ugh idk but he was acting like a grade a asshole that's for sure

— he’d like constantly be around u

— and like help u out with stuff like gilbert would

— u didn’t think much of it, most of the boys u knew were gentlemen

— but then he started spreading rumors

— apparently u two made out when u came over his house over the weekend

— when u were actually at gilbert’s

— here we go

— monday came and it was torture

— the second u came through the door, the girls rushed to you and pulled u into their little corner

— side note #2 i’d give anything to be invited to their little corner

— u got bombarded with questions

— somehow they all knew they were just rumors

— they all understood how in love u are with gilbert, and they knew u too well to know u would never

— except josie

— she was being a bitch about the whole thing

— called u nasty words

— “you enjoy being passed around, y/n? i mean i’m not surprised, we all knew how you were gonna turn out. just didn’t think it’d be this early.”

— fuck u josie

— the girls immediately came to ur aid, especially anne and diana

— i love them all so much

— meanwhile outside, billy and some boys were playing catch

— while gossiping ofc

— while u were basically scared for your life, billy was being congratulated

— for stealing blythe’s girl apparently

— “such sweet lips she had, couldn’t get enough of me. she was practically begging for more!” he laughed while tossing the ball to charlie

— ugh

— “really? y/n? y/n y/l/n? i never thought she’d be disloyal to gilbert. the two are practically engaged.” charlie added

— “i thought so too, but—, guess she just couldn’t control herself.” billy replied as he laughed along with the other boys

— what he didn’t know was that gilbert was listening the whole time

— ofc he knew this wasn’t true, he was practically glued to u all weekend

— omg new blurb idea

— anyways

— the second he heard this his mind immediately went to u

— how were u doing? were u alright? oh what would people say about u if they heard about this?

— he knows u arrive to school earlier than him so he concluded that u probably already heard about all this

— he desperately wanted to check on u

— but he had to deal with this dickhead first

— gilbert blythe style

— he walked towards the group

— but not like power walk walk

— yk that slow smug walk that ppl do when they’re about to confront someone?

— like they’re just letting their feet carry them and smirking? u get the point

— he walked over, jaw clenched but smirking nonetheless

— “hey billy! how’s it goin’?” he smiled as he swung his arm around billy

— “hehey, bud! oh– have you heard the news?” he replied

— “yep, yeah the second i got here.” gilbert smiled

— billy pulled away so he could face gilbert “hey, uh– i’m sorry ‘bout your gi— y/n. i mean we all know how girls get. they can be such—”

— ooh

— before he could finish, gilbert’s fist met his face

— he punched him so hard he literally fell to the ground

— the boys gasped, which caught the girls’ attention

— it also caught your attention, which halted ur sobbing

— oh did i mention u were sobbing? bc you know, 19th century, small town, word gets around, and unfortunately for u weren’t rich and privileged so ur reputation was very fragile

— u all scurried towards the window

— and u saw gilbert bend down to billy’s level, fisting his collar in his hand

— “try saying anything like that about my girl again– or any girl for that matter– i’ll aim for your mouth next time so you’ll finally zip it.” he sneered

— i literally don’t know how to write threats i’m so sorry

— billy couldn’t say anything. but before he could even nod, he was shoved down to the ground again

— bro where’s the teacher my god

— he made his way inside, prepared to comfort you

— and when he was met by your tear stained face and glossy eyes, his heart broke for you

— he pulled you aside while the girls retreated back to their little corner

— he led you to the coat room area thingy i forgot what its called

— and just pulled you into his arms

— my touched starved ass omg

— u rubbed your face on his shirt to wipe your tears which made him laugh

— u pulled away, but staying close enough so your chests are almost touching, and he kept his hands on your shoulders to ground u and to remind u that he’s there

— “i hate him now.” you mumbled

— “just now?” he chuckled, reaching his hand out to wipe a stray tear off your face

— “he’s dumb, and stupid,” “those mean the same—” “whatever!” you cut him off

— “i mean if you’re gonna spread a rumor, at least make it believable. and there weren’t even any witnesses! he didn’t even know where i was this weekend, and he has siblings! if i was at his house they would know.” you rambled angrily while playing with one of the buttons on his vest

— “adorable” he thought

— “i know, sweetheart, i know. but it’s alright now, he won’t be doing that again anytime soon.” he said while rubbing ur arm and tucking ur hair behind ur ear

— “everyone will think badly of me now.” you huffed, a soft pout adorning ur lips as u looked down at the wooden floor

— “don’t you worry, my love. i’m sure only very few people would believe that nonsense. and you said he was stupid right? billy isn’t capable of getting away with spreading a rumor. your name will be clear in no time.”

— god i love him so much

— “what else did he say?” you asked, your voice soft as you looked up at him

— “he said your lips were sweet.” he replied, jaw clenching at the thought of billy knowing how amazing it is to kiss you

— only he is supposed to know how your kisses feel

— “well.., are they?” you laughed softly, attempting to lighten the mood as a sweet smile started growing on ur pretty face

— “hm, i don’t know, i'm having trouble recalling.” he replied, putting on a faux thinking face

— “oh my! we can’t allow that now, can we?” you gasped sarcastically as he laughed at your antics

— “perhaps you need a reminder?” you looked up at him with a smirk

— “oh fine, since you insist.” how could he deny such an offer?

— you leaned up to peck his lips once, but before you could pull away, his hand found the back of your head while the other rested on your waist, deepening the kiss and pulling you closer if that was even possible

— it made your head all fuzzy

— a good fuzzy

— when you pulled away he was looking down at you with the smuggest face ever

— you wanted to smack it off him

— lovingly

— then mr. philips finally arrived

— when you went to sit down you saw billy in his seat with a grumpy face and a bruised cheek

— you looked at gilbert as to say “you did this??”

— and he did nothing but wink at you

— and he did keep his word

— your name was cleared and billy apologized to you

— with his parents and siblings right behind him

— prissy was so disappointed

— this turned into protective gil instead of jealous gil

— oops

#i need to get more creative with my titles instead of just taking it from what i wrote #can someone tell me how to write less??#unless ppl like that..#gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe headcannons #gilbert blythe one shot #gilbert blythe fanfic #gilbert blythe angst #awae #awae fanfic #awae x reader #awae imagine

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of May. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Seven, Seven | Explicit | 1877 words

“Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

2) A Sunny Afternoon | Explicit | 2002 words

Harry gets together with friends to celebrate life and uses the occasion to announce that he officially has an album finished.

or the celebration of Harry's House before it became what it is now.

3) Five Zero Five | Explicit | 2502 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“So,” says Harry, and his fingers trail on Louis’ jaw, over his exposed neck. “I heard your cover tonight. Arctic Monkeys, really nice.” His fingers linger on Louis’ neck, stroke the Adam’s apple.

4) James Corden’s Lap Better Than Mine? | Mature | 3133 words

James takes Louis onto his lap, and Harry is furious. He cannot wait to get home and punish his kitten and show him Louis his.

5) Where The Water Touches The Sun | Explicit | 3400 words

Prompt #63: L&H in an established relationship where Louis is 5 months pregnant and the pheromones have made him horny as hell, it gets even worse when he wakes up and walks into his kitchen and sees his sexy husband fixing her sink with his shirt off. Maybe he has a fetish for men fixing things. Hot and kinky smut please. Harry calling lou a sexy milf while doing it and obviously the pregnancy kink stuff with h telling l about wanting to keep him full of his babies.

6) Student Teacher | Mature | 3901 words

Request: Louis is... 19 ish and Harry is 24 ish and umm So! Harry was like a student aid for one of Louis's classes in his Senior year of high school and Louis's friends always secretly teased him abt his crush on Harry. it wasn't that good of a secret bc Harry found out about it, he was 23 at the time and found it really funny. Anyways it's a couple of years later and Louis is a freshman in college and runs into Harry at a park while chasing his dog... coco, whos one of those white crusty alleyway dogs. (I love them.) Harry just hears a voice yelling and sees a dog running so he like catches the dog Louis catches up to Harry and he's all like. "omg." Harry looks Louis up and down and he's like "Oh you haven't grown." Louis pouts and then Harry ends up asking him out Louis gets scared and says no, but Harry gets his number anyways and they hang out at Harry's house (haha) as "friends" but they end up fucking on Harry's kitchen island instead of finishing decorating the cupcakes for Harry's goddaughter's bake sale fundraiser?

7) Ahora | Explicit | 4684 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Taylor Swift

Dom Taylor is tired and stressed after one of her shows at the Eras tour. Soft, sub Louis is waiting for her backstage. Rough sex ensues.

8) The Changing Season In A Messy World | Not Rated |8649 words

Prompt #35: H&L alpha son starting to get the teenage moody alpha hormones. One day he release all his anger on his sweet mother when he tried to talk to his son & harry don't really appreciate that. "He might be your mom, but he is my wife first & nobody talks to my wife like that"

9) Hide And Seek | Not Rated | 9808 words

Louis is 14 years old when his father dies and he's 19 when he meets General Styles.

10) Roommates | Mature| 13202 words

"I'm so happy I could kiss you! Thank you so much." Louis smiled up at Harry, who looked back with a daring smirk.

"Then why don't you?"

Louis blushed at that comment and leaned up pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's lips, it was soft and sweet. Something Harry hadn't experienced before.

"Happy?" Louis asked and giggled.

"Very." He answered.

11) Captain Cupid | Not Rated | 15331 words

“Right,” Niall started, finally getting the opportunity to unleash his horrible plan. “Well, as you both know, I’m an excellent matchmaker. A human Cupid.The best of the best at finding one's mate. And I’ve decided it’s time to make money doing it.”

“Oh, God no,” Louis groaned, picking up his empty plate and placing it in the sink. He needed to escape as quickly as possible.

Or the one where Niall enlists his friends to help start a speed dating side hustle. Things don't go as planned... or maybe they do?

12) After Hours | Explicit | 16707 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Pedro Pascal.

Louis Tomlinson is many things. A dancer, a barista, a one time con man. He's rarely experienced a good romantic relationship with a man but that's all about to change when he starts working at a nightclub in Texas.

13) The Mess We Created | Explicit | 21099 words

An innocent one night stand changed into something more than that.

14) Help Me, Help You Find Love | Explicit | 23781 words

“I help people hook up, not fall in love Styles”

“Think you can make an exception for me, Tomlinson?”

The one where they all attend a university for supernaturals and Werewolf Frat president and resident heartthrob Harry approaches on campus matchmaker Louis to help him find love.

15) Until The Pearls Get Lost | Explicit | 25519 words

London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help.

Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again.

With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

16) Fetish For My Love | Explicit | 27388 words

Louis has too many worries to even think about a moment of peace in the days that now exhaust him and become a complete rush for him. Fortunately, Harry doesn't take long to take care of the matter as he knows that he has wanted it so much, finding the solution in a particular sheet full of colored stickers.

17) And When It Rains, You're Shining Down For Me | Explicit | 37081 words

“This is Harry, he’ll be your patient,” Liam gestured politely.

Harry froze when Louis’ eyes met his own once more. He felt himself getting lost in those eyes, so much so that he didn’t notice Niall and Liam leaving the room quietly but the sound of the door shutting behind them brought him out of the trance.

“Hello, I’m Louis,” the omega said, extending his hand for Harry to shake. The alpha could still sense some nervousness in his stance but decided to ignore it.

“‘’m Harry.”

Or the one where Harry is a grumpy boxer who gets injured and Louis is the lovely physiotherapist hired to help him, but getting pregnant wasn’t exactly in his recovery plan.

18) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48018 words

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

19) Letters | Explicit | 58346 words

Louis lost his Alpha and mate in a deadly accident a year ago. Since then he has been writing letters to better deal with the grief and loss. But suddenly he gets answers from Harry Styles, an Alpha who himself is looking for meaning in life besides his career.

20) Oh, To Be Vulnerable | Mature | 63429 words

Disgruntled nurse Harry is, what some would call, a bit of a loner. Aside from work, he spends most of his time alone, either taking trips to the Boston library or going for walks around Quincy Market, or wallowing in his own sadness. He doesn’t seem to mind too much though. He takes his job seriously, and he likes it enough that he shows up every day, so what could be worth threatening his peace that he has worked so hard to create?

Louis, an overly-chipper and easily excitable orthodontics resident, can’t help but instantly fall for the boy in the photo that Niall shows him. With his education soon coming to a close, he is ready to get back into the dating game, and what a wonderful sight to begin with. The relationship between Harry and Louis has all the highs and lows that typical relationships do, but will Harry learn to trust Louis enough to let him in? And will Louis be able to manage his life turning every which way while also figuring out Harry?

21) LOUIS. | Explicit | 72202 words

“Oh, by the way Harry Styles, my name is Louis, Louis Tomlinson!” And with one last bright smile towards Harry, Louis was gone and out of his sight.

You’re who I've been searching for my whole life.

It's You.

22) You're Umami Baby | Mature | 87427 words

Umami: The essence of deliciousness.

Harry is a chef who never experienced umami until he meets his new dishwasher, Louis.

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