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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Hello hello it is I! ( yes I changed my name but please I'm still Kia 😊 )

Wow it's been a WHILE. Hello again I hope you've been taking care of yourself and your loved ones .

Today I have a request!

The amigops realizing that someone put something on your drink ( Drugs, etc. )

It can be as you wish! Separate or All at the same time ( I just want you do have a good time with it 😘 )

And that's all from me!! Again remember to take care of yourselves!! And stay healthy!! Ba Bai!

PSD- Luv ya! 💞

Omg hi Kia! I've missed you so much I'm so happy to be hearing from you again, how have you been? Also really sorry for the long wait for your request but here it is finally and I hope you enjoy it 💕

Platonic Pairing: The Amigops & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Attempted Drugging, Alcohol Consumption, Violence/Mild Physical Altercation, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Protective Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: see request above

Sykkuno

It was your idea to wind down at a bar in the middle of the week

It took a bit of convincing but you managed to drag Sykkuno along with you

Being a Tuesday, the bar was rather quiet

While the two of you were chatting in the calm atmosphere, out of the blue, the bartender set down another glass next to the one containing the drink you'd ordered yourself

When you gave him a questioning look all he did was shrug and direct your gaze a few seats over to where a man you didn't recognize was sitting

"His treat", the bartender says as if he's been through this time and time again and simply cannot be bothered

One glance at the guy was more than enough to convince you not to want to give him another, let alone touch the drink he bought you

You didn't want to give him anything he could see as encouragement

But Sykkuno soon gave you another reason to not consume the drink

"He definitely put something in that."

His words caught your attention with a quirked brow, "Huh? How do you know?"

"It's just like mine, but fizzier." He pointed out and one look comparing the two glasses proved him right

The drinks were the same, but yours was roaring like a volcano

Your stomach turned but you pulled yourself together quickly and made a point to push the glass further away for good measure, "Fucking creep."

"Let's get out of here. We'll find a different bar." Sykkuno offered helpfully

And you couldn't have possibly agreed quicker

Valkyrae

You and Rae had made plans to go out and celebrate her new place for almost a month at that point

Now that you finally got around to it, one step in the bar and Rae immediately regretted not looking more into the bars in the area of her new home

The place was sketchy from floor to ceiling but with sore feet from all the furniture shopping you'd done, you decided to sit down for at least one drink and rest

After ordering your drink, you got up to answer an incoming call, leaving Rae to wait for the ordered drinks

When the bartender set them down, Rae gave her a brief smile but before she could return her gaze to her phone she caught an out-of-the-corner-of-the-eye glance of the guy sitting on the bar stool left of the one you'd planted yourself in

His eyes were sizing up your glass almost too obviously for it to be just a thousand yard stare

But when she saw the small plastic bag he retreated from his pocket, she was determined to not give him even a sliver of the benefit of the doubt

The two reached for the drink at the same time, with Rae reaching it and grabbing it first

The guy had no time to react before the liquid he was about to tamper with soaked his face and shirt

And then got a second dose from Rae's own drink as well as a round of insults before she hopped off the bar stool to fetch you and, sore feet be damned, drag you to a different bar

When asked why, as to not freak you out, she said some guy was flirting rather aggressively with her

No further questions asked, you hauled ass to a different, far more welcoming bar

Toast

You'd texted him to join you for a drink after arriving at the bar yourself

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately) he arrived at the bar while you were in the bathroom, but according to your seating position description via text, as well as the drink sitting by the empty stool by the bar corresponding with your usual choice of a drink, he got a good idea of where you were seated and started heading in that direction

However, something stopped him

The sight of the guy sitting nearby getting up from his stool and heading over to your unsupervised drink

He didn't see the exact thing, but Toast was more than able to draw a solid conclusion as to what the guy was doing

One foot out of the bathroom and you immediately managed to spot him even with the dim lighting

You exchanged a quick, and pretty distracted on his part, greeting, hugging him before trying to lead him to the spot you’d chosen to occupy

But seeing the serious, downright angry look on his face told you not to move

It’s a particularly rare occurrence to find Toast with an expression this frosty and ticked-off so you too were quick to become on-edge

Following his gaze to a stranger whose back was currently facing you only arose more questions but you never got to ask them because he beat you to speaking up

“Let’s get out of here, Y/N.“

You didn’t think to ask much after that, allowing him to lead you out of the bar instead of you leading him to the barstools

You did still ask later on and were rather terrified by the answer

But also extremely relieved and grateful to have had Toast then and there

Real friends are at the right place at the right time for one another always, no?

Corpse

You and Corpse have known each other too long and too well

Both of you’d go as far as to say that there are only very few things about one another that would surprise you

However, when you’d called Corpse in near-distress from a bar you’d hit with your colleagues after work, he’d been more than surprised

He was scared, genuinely and rightfully so

You’re not a lightweight, but you can’t exactly hold your liquor well either

Regardless, you wouldn’t be slurring-wordly drunk from a single cocktail

The room would most definitely not be spinning around you the way it was

And of course, calling it ‘a single cocktail’ could’ve been a way for you to downplay just how much alcohol you’d consumed

But it truly didn’t sound like it over the phone when you called Corpse to come pick you up cause you were certain you wouldn’t be able to drive yourself home

You too were genuinely confused by the falling-through of your sobriety under the weight of a single Margarita

That was the main reason Corpse didn’t fear a speeding ticket on your way to fetch you, keeping the gas pedal firmly grounded under his foot till he reached the bar and found you outside by the curb

Trying to ward off a guy with painfully obvious sleazy and malevolent intentions

The car had barely come to a stop when he jumped out of it, taking a stance as tall as can be, his uncovered eye glaring daggers at the creep who, upon noticing the significantly taller man present, was quick to shrivel up and crawl back into the hellhole he’d come out of, allowing you both a sigh of relief before Corpse drove you back to his place

The gravity of the situation only hit your hazy brain properly the following morning when your stomach was finally starting to disagree with the substance the creep undoubtedly inserted in your drink

Corpse was there through it all for you, offering nothing but comforting and reassuring words to bring a smile to your face despite your tear-shiny eyes

Like a true friend would

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goldsainz · 8 months

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ART DECO — one shot.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @woweewoowa @forza55

request: “📀 — "art deco" by Lana Del Rey + Charles Leclerc please?”

NOTE: this has some drinking mentions, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that pls don’t read! cant believe carlos got pole in monza… the chances of ferrari actually getting a 1-2 are higher so yk what maybe this fic could become somewhat less fictional! MONZA IS FOR THE DREAMERS🙏

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yourusername partay in italay

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charlesfan1 charles teach us your ways🙏

ynfan1 suddenly i’m gay

charles_leclerc You drunk enough for the both of us

⤷ yourusername i regret everything

ynfan2 now i wanna go out too

ynfan3 this weekend better give her a reason to party too

pierregasly How’s the hungover?

⤷ yourusername made me consider never drinking again

charlesfan2 as a tifosi i’m glad charles’s good luck charm is here

charlesfan3 i wish i looked that good after getting drunk

charlesfan4 not her partying when it’s race week

⤷ ynfan4 not u being pressed when charles was right there with her😭

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charles.jpg pasta con il mio amore

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yourusername l'amore della mia vita the love of my life

⤷ charles_leclerc Sono pazzo di te I’m crazy about you

⤷ carlossainz55 Stop pretending you speak italian, Y/N🙄

⤷ yourusername i speak more than you for sure. and i don’t drive for ferrari.

⤷ carlossainz55 Too far.

leclerc_pascale ❤️

⤷ charles.jpg Je t'aime tellement maman I love you so much mum

⤷ yourusername tu nous manques énormément 🫶 we miss you very much

pierregasly Ohhh italian 🤌🤌

⤷ charles.jpg Zitto Shut up

⤷ pierregasly 🤨

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yourusername red party because FERRARI WON!!!!

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charlesfan31 i just love the caption only being about ferrari winning😭 she’s just like me fr

charlesfan32 the tifosi celebrating was insane actually

charles_leclerc Il mio più grande sostenitore ❤️ My biggest supporter

⤷ yourusername ti amo per sempre!!! i love you forever

ynfan31 don’t even watch f1 but i’m crying for them

charlesfan33 forget charles i want her

charlesfan34 Y/N YOU NEED TO COME TO MORE RACES!!

⤷ yourusername I WILL!!!

⤷ charlesfan34 every tifosi in the world just cheered

ynfan32 oh she ate

charlesfan35 bro i’m in love with her

ynfan33 ONE CHANCE. ALL I NEED.

ynfan34 red is so her colour!!!! ferrari pls get more 1-2 races🙏

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yourusername a little party never hurt no one!

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charles_leclerc It hurts us… but whatever you say, mon amour

⤷ yourusername shhhhh

ynfan41 that blanket looks so comfy

ynfan42 i just know that sleep slapped

charlesfan41 honestly think they could’ve partied more but they stopped bc they would’ve collapsed

⤷ yourusername trust the party hasn’t stopped, we’re just moving it💪

⤷ carlossainz55 We’re partying until the next race!

⤷ yourusername THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR CARLITOS

ynfan43 who knows the next time there will be a ferrari 1-2😭

charlesfan42 if i were them i would party 24/7

ynfan44 LOOK AT HOW CHARLES LOOKS AT HER THO

charlesfan43 i just know charles is a great cuddler

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plooto · 5 months

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lo’ak is such a pussy eater . you think he’s doing this for your pleasure ? that’s cute .

doesn’t matter what time of day , if you’re not in a place where he can rip your tweng off , belive he is already trying to pull at the strings

-> “ c’mon baby , jus five minutes , they won’t even notice we’re gone.. ”

and they do . because it’s never just five minutes with lo’ak.

don’t never let him get you alone for a night - not ever - because he’s between your legs all night .

-> you’re pushing your hand against his head trying your best with your jelly-feeling arms .

-> “ t- too much lo’ ! ” he’s holding your hand in his to get to his favorite hobby .

-> “ one more baby, one more.. ”

he’s not asking you . he’s not telling you . he is begging you for one more . and another..

he doesn’t rest til his body actually puts him to sleep. only then will he let you start to think about forming coherent sentences .

eywa- and don’t tell him you’ll do anything .

-> “ s’that right ? anything yawne ? ” he’s smirking . he’s smirking because you’ve already sealed the deal .

you’re already pinned on his face , the thought of suffocating him pushed out of your mind when he feels so- so good.

so good you don’t even know what you had asked him for..

like father like son , right ?

#lo’ak x reader #lo’ak sully #lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan #atwow loak #atwow lo’ak x reader #lo’ak smut #lo’ak sully x reader #tteokbokki 🌶️ // spicy #rae’s tiny thoughts 💭 // drabbles #please what is this #. character // loak sully #rae thinks 🍓 // headcannons

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viennakarma · 3 months

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hear me out... ending 3: secrets

she just doesn't tell him, publicise their divorce, she's disappeared off the face of the earth basically, she keeps the baby, it's a boy, looks just like him but they just never see each other again. Lewis is upset, can't cope, just keeps partying, drinking during off season, or just gym gym gym not even socialising as much, fashion declines like no longer going for all the cool different clothes and just comes in trousers and merc top.

But how does he find out? when?

Maybe she's just out living a normal life now but an old fan recognises her, she's with her brother and son, maybe they don't recognise the brother and they think she's got a new man and kid, she always wanted a kid and Lewis was never ready wanting to wait. maybe that photo gets released so lewis finds out that way. loads of rumours on twitter. maybe not directly, someone else could bring it up. Jealous then realises. He tries to contact her, doesnt work, blocked on everything. He remembers where her parents house is and visits them, eventually meets yn and their son. Then co-parenting. But like no friendly friendly just civil. She has the son, Lewis has him on free weeks. She does eventually move up cuz when her son is with lewis, she has free time for dates. Just a regular guy tho and it's all great and eventually lewis also tries moving on but like fr this time. so like eventually yn and her new bf move in together, live a happy faithful life and have another kid. while lewis maybe has just won his 8th (or 9th depending on time line) but it's not what he dreamed of, not having yn to celebrate with. But he's got his now long term gf and he proposes.

so basically to summarise, she is alone, single mom, gets exposed, Lewis finds her, civil co-parenting, yn gets a bf happy life, Lewis eventually gets a gf, happy without each other

This is a little blurb on how I imagine a third ending of Say Something would go:

You leave, right after finding out about the pregnancy, maybe somewhere far from England and Monaco. Lewis doesn’t deserve to reap what you saw after ruining your future. He doesn’t deserve you or your kid or to play happy family. You move away, maybe to a farm Australia, since you’ve always wanted a quiet life anyway. Your parents and brother accept moving in with you to help with the risky pregnancy. It’s tough, you can’t do much to risk your health and the baby’s. Soon you find out it’s a boy, you’re happy something good came out of a dumpster fire that was your relationship with him. Him, because you don’t say his name anymore, trying to leave his memory behind.

You baby boy is delivered in a difficult C-section, one your brother and parents never left your side and you felt less alone, not sharing the moment with the father of your kid. The day is happy and sunny, so you name him Helio, like the sun. Like the light in your life. You realize you’ll never fully leave his memory behind, his son being his spitting image. The same hair, the same complexion, the same nose, the same shiny brown eyes and chubby baby cheeks. And you love him so much it hurts. You realize you may have lost him, but Helio was pretty much his copy.

Following your baby’s firsts is the happiest you’ve ever felt. Saying ‘mama’ for the first time, taking his first steps, playing with animals and saying his first words. You settle in a happy routine as a single mom. After the pregnancy, your parents move back to England because they couldn’t just leave their house. Your brother stay with you and your sister move in too, after finishing college.

You try not to know about him. Last you had heard was during the pregnancy, hearing about endless parties, trips and models, that had taken a toll on you, in a way you decided to stop looking. He had a life and you had a completely different one now.

Helio goes to school, eventually. Despite feeling protective, you know you can’t deprive him of a true kindergarten experience, not only for studies, but also for his formative years and to become socially active. The first year, your sister, who has a volunteering job close to his school, is the one who picks Helio up everyday. He makes friends at school and even invite them for a birthday party at the farm. It’s one of the happiest moments for him, eating cake with friends and showing them his pets.

During his second year, though, your sister get a little sick, so she can’t pick Helio from school. And you decide to go, along with your brother. It’s a hot day, so you stop by a park to eat frozen yogurt and let Helio play a little while.

That day, someone recognised you and recorded you.

That’s how Lewis finds you. The video eventually find its way to him. The post has a silly caption ‘for everyone wondering what had happened to y/n, seems like she found a new man and started a family’. Lewis scoffs because he knows the man in the video is your brother and you are thick as thieves ever since you were kids.

You’re just as pretty as ever. Maybe a little more curvy, and hair longer, but just the same, still the most beautiful woman-

But then he pauses. He zooms in the video and see the toddler running up to you. The little boy, who makes your eyes light up as you hug him, sharing what looks like ice cream or something. And from what Lewis can imagine, the boy looks 4 or 5 years old. But there’s no denying, he looks exactly like Lewis as a baby, if he put a baby picture of him beside the boy in the video, it would be the same. It was a matter of time until some of his fans put two and two together.

That’s how Lewis ends up going to your parents’ house in England. He had gone there after the divorce, but the house was for rent and he couldn’t contact your parents of you, after cutting him off completely. Now, when he knocks, you mum is the one to open.

“Is he mine?” Is all he asks, breathing hard.

Your mom let him in, seeing his state of distress. She doesn’t lie nor sugarcoat it. She tried to convince you to let Lewis know about the kid. Helio, he muses, whispering the name of the little boy he never even met.

He goes to Australia with your mum, not even letting you know first, because your mum believed you’d run away once again.

When he makes it to the farm, you’re out in the field with Helio, you two running and playing together barefoot on the grass. He hears Helio’s laugh, yours too, and something inside him breaks. He’s seeing before his eyes the life he threw away for one stupid mistake.

As soon as you notice him, you stop laughing, holding Helio behind you, protective. You call your brother out, asking him to take Helio upstairs and not leave until you say so. Lewis just watches helplessly as your brother takes his nephew inside and Lewis couldn’t even get a closer look at his son.

“Mom, what did you do?” You say, betrayed. You mum explains everything and you invite both of them inside.

Inside, you fight, almost shouting until you remember Helio upstairs, forcing yourself to calm down. Lewis feels betrayed, you tell to his face he doesn’t deserve this life. You pull a stack of documents, asking Lewis to sign. It’s a contract saying he gives up any rights over the kid. Lewis cries.

Your mother mediates.

After what feels like hours of arguing back and forth, you accept Lewis begging to know his kid, begging to be part of his life. How could you deny your kid of a father now you couldn’t hide him behind a layer of ignorance?

You introduce father and son a couple of days later, in the presence of a child therapist, to help mediate. Helio is skittish in the beginning, but he quickly warms up to Lewis. Sometimes, he run backs to you, hugging you tightly, feeling shy. You reassure him, letting him go back to meeting his father.

“Mama, do all daddies take this long?” Helio asks that night when you’re putting him to sleep. You swallow your tears when answering.

“No, my baby. Not all of them. One day you’ll understand better, yes?”

The first time Lewis takes Helio for the day, you cry for hours, feeling like a mother bird in an empty nest. He had invited his family to a nearby city, only 40 minutes away so he could introduce Helio to them. It’s planned for them to come back by dinner time, to not disturb Helio’s routine. But they come back earlier and your baby looked like he’d been crying. Worried, you carry him inside while Lewis explains that the first few hours Helio was enjoying himself and meeting everyone, but after a while, he started crying because he ‘wanted Mama’. Selfishly, that makes your heart grow easier, because you know Helio would never forget you, and in the end of the day, he’d would always want Mama’s arms.

The first months are like torture, until you get used to Helio coming back at the end of the day. Your Helio, your baby, becomes Helio Hamilton when Lewis registers him. Lewis tries to win you over many times, with gifts, inviting you to dates, until you have a stern talk with him, telling him it wasn’t happening. That every time you were polite and respectful to him, Helio’s well being is the only thing in your mind.

Eventually, the media finds out about Helio. Lewis blatantly lies, saying he had been keeping his son’s existence a secret for his safety and privacy. People mostly respected his wishes.

You see Lewis’ family for the first time again at Helio’s fifth birthday. You thought they’d hate you for hiding their grandkid/nephew, but they treat you with the same kindness as always, and you feel just a tiny bit of guilt for hiding Helio for so long.

You realised that you had much more free time now that Helio was with Lewis half of the time. So you started going to the gym, going shopping, not only for Helio but for yourself, you went to museums, parks and eventually, dates.

One day you meet Leon, a recluse just like you. He’s a writer, living in a cottage in a close city. You hit it off, but you and him get to know each other for a whole year before you introduce him to your family, and Lewis. Your ex-husband doesn’t take it well, admitting that deep down he thought you’d go back and be a family. You tell him, he ruined that himself.

You find some resemblance of balance. With Lewis’ coming to pick Helio whenever he had free time, you weren’t friends just a cold politeness.

Lewis, whenever he had to pick Helio, he found you and Leon sitting by the porch, or horseback riding, or helping Helio with homework and school projects, he would always envy your life, the happy family he could have, but he had only himself to blame. When he finds out by Helio you’re having another baby, he swears a part of him dies forever, buried alongside your love for him, and the future he threw away. Eventually, Lewis married again, a woman who loves him, loves Helio and she even gets along with you well, and that’s all he can ask for, knowing deep down he would never love someone else the way he loved you.

PHEW! I may have gotten carried away. Thank you for your ideia, Anon! I hope this was alright!

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #fic talk #f1 fic #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #formula 1 #ask rae

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thru-the-grapevine · 3 months

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Lady in Red

Pairing: Woozi x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: negative self-talk, petnames (mostly "princess" lol), fingering, unprotected sex; please note reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina

A/N: this is purely self-serving I was having a DAY

It’s finally Friday, you continued to chant in your head. Microsoft Outlook swam in your vision as you did your best to respond to all the emails sent last minute by people who make twice as much as you do. Yet another email full of typos demanding something of you thirty minutes before you clock out. Absolutely not.

Setting your Teams status to “Busy,” you opted to twirl around in your office chair instead. Much more entertaining than answering bossy emails. Would it bite you in the ass on Monday? Sure. Did you care? Not right now.

Sighing deeply, you peered at your reflection in the mirror across the hall. Your hair was a mess, sticking up in random directions as you hadn’t had the energy to style it this morning. Working from home had some advantages, but the way you neglected to care for your appearance was not one of them.

Feeling a little gross suddenly, you picked at a cat hair stuck to your sweatpants. When was the last time you wore something that made you feel pretty? Sure, there was nothing wrong with the hoodie and sweatpants you normally opted for. They kept you warm and cozy as you slaved away to capitalism.

But every once in a while you missed dressing up. You missed styling your hair, adding little sparkly accessories to it just because. You missed wearing clothes that didn’t make you feel like a lazy slob.

With a sigh, you glanced back at the computer screen as another email came in.

“What’s the sigh for, love?” a familiar voice brought a small smile to your face.

Jihoon stood in the doorway, dressed in a simple pair of sweats and a t-shirt that you knew he chose for the way it hugged his torso, showing off all the hard work he’d put in at the gym lately.

“Nothing really,” you sighed, not wanting to bother him. He’d been holed up in his studio a lot lately, working tirelessly on Seventeen’s next album. To see him home so early was a rare treat, you didn’t want to ruin it.

Jihoon raised an eyebrow at you, clearly unconvinced. He began walking across the room towards you, and suddenly you became hyper-aware of your appearance once again. Anxiously, you began picking more cat hair off your sweatpants, refusing to look Jihoon in the eye. How could you when he looked like a god and you felt like a pig who’d just rolled in mud?

Jihoon hummed thoughtfully when he reached you. He put his hand under your chin, lifting your head gently to look him in the eye. Ever-observant, you could tell he knew what was wrong. Shame washed over you, but Jihoon just smiled gently. “Sign out of work,” he stated.

“Now? But it’s not my time yet,” you argued, worried that you’d be caught.

“Don’t care. They can let you go a little early on a Friday. I want you all to myself tonight,” he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You melted into his touch, already nodding and moving to shut down your work computer. They wouldn’t miss you. Probably.

“Good girl,” Jihoon cooed, still messing with your hair. “Now, I want you to go pamper yourself. Take a long bath, use the nice soap and one of those fancy bath bombs I got you for Christmas. Doll yourself up. I know you’ve been missing it. I want to see my little princess feeling as beautiful as she looks.”

At the nickname, you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks and your stomach. Blinking nervously, you looked up at him. “But what should I wear?”

He answered almost instantly. “That red dress I bought you. I’ve been wanting to see you in it for a while now.”

Your eyes widened. The dress in question was one Jihoon had bought you a few months ago after seeing it at a fashion show he attended. He refused to tell you the price, insisting that no price was too steep for his princess. But still, you were terrified to wear the thing. What if you tripped and the hem tore? What if you spilled something on the front and it stained? No, it was better off safe and sound in the back of your closet.

“But-” you tried to say.

Jihoon frowned. “Are you trying to argue with me?”

You gulped. “No, sir.”

“Good. Now go. I’ll order our favorite for dinner,” he said, bending down to give your cheek a gentle kiss.

“We’re not going out?” you asked, bewildered. Why did he want you to wear the dress then?

Jihoon smiled and shook his head, his long, dark hair flopping almost cutely as he did so. “I told you; I want you to myself tonight.”

And with that he ushered you into the bathroom, even helping you pick out a bath bomb. Then he shut the door behind him and left you to decide how best to pamper yourself. At first you just stood there, unsure of what to do. How do you even pamper yourself? When was the last time you had a self-care day?

Slowly, your brain kicked into gear. You turned the faucets on to nice and hot. When the tub was filled, you plopped the bath bomb in and spent a couple minutes watching the colors spread. Jihoon made sure all of the bath bombs he got you were purple - your favorite color. This one was a deep plum and smelled floral. It was lovely.

You stripped out of your clothes, grabbed your shaving kit, and eased yourself down into the hot water. This time your sigh was one of relief as the heat eased your stiff muscles. You hadn’t realized how tense you were.

You let yourself soak for a while, just vegetating and allowing yourself to empty your thoughts. You should’ve brought a book and a glass of wine with you. Oh well, next time. And you made the promise to yourself that there will definitely be a next time.

Eventually, you felt the water begin to grow lukewarm and you decided to shave your legs and bathe. It felt like you were washing away the stress of the week. Every mistake you made and every scolding you got from higher-ups just fading into the background.

After you were clean and your hair was washed, you wrapped yourself in the fluffiest towel you owned and made the (chilly) trek to your bedroom. There you stared, still clad in only towel, at the beautiful red dress you laid out on your bed. It truly was gorgeous. The deep red, Jihoon’s favorite color, was complimented by silver embellishments. The swirly designs graced the flowy skirt, and the sleeves also flowed gracefully.

Taking a deep breath, you eased yourself carefully into the dress, pleased to find it fit perfectly. Of course Jihoon had it tailored to you. He knew every inch of your body by heart.

Deciding that if you’re going to wear this dress, you might as well go all out. You pulled out your slightly dusty makeup bag and pulled out your favorite eyeshadow palette along with the rest of your makeup. You took your time dolling your face up, feeling the icky feeling from earlier fading from your mind.

Finally satisfied with your look, you floofed you hair to give it some volume, allowing the curls to do their thing as they air dried. Lastly you picked out some jewelry, also gifted to you by Jihoon, and slipped on a pair of sparkly silver heels.

Nervously you peeked out of your bedroom. Then you ambled down the hall to the living room where Jihoon was waiting, the TV playing some variety show quietly in the background as he scrolled on his phone.

Hearing the click clack of your heels, he looked up and you swear you watched his pupils dilate.

“Holy shit,” he said, standing up. He’d changed too, now sporting a black button down with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black slacks. “That dress is fucking perfect on you, princess,” he all but growled. He took your hand and gave you a twirl, admiring the way your cheeks flushed with his compliment.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, shy. “It’s really a beautiful dress. I don’t think I could ever make it up to you for giving it to me.”

“Don’t give me that,” he said, gently flicking your forehead. “It’s more than enough reward to just see you in this, my gorgeous girl.”

Your brain was swirling with the compliments. Jihoon wasn’t often outspoken about how much he adored you, opting usually for acts of service and gifts and small gestures to make sure you felt loved. But sometimes, when you were feeling down, he allowed his walls to come down and finally tell you what he always felt.

The two of you ate dinner, just some simple takeout from your favorite Korean restaurant nearby, and chatted. You were very careful not to spill any sauce on your dress.

After dinner, Jihoon cleaned up the table, refusing to allow you to lift a finger. “Princesses don’t clean,” he chastised.

You grumbled, “Princes don’t either…”

Jihoon laughed at your obstinance and couldn’t help planting another kiss on your cheek. “Cute.”

After he cleaned up, Jihoon began fiddling with his phone and some speakers he’d bought. You watched him in confusion until a waltz came on. Jihoon walked over to you, bowed, and held out his hand.

You shyly took it and allowed him to pull you up, wrapping an arm around your waist. Then, as if he’d practiced the waltz for years, he began to teach you the steps.

The two of you danced slowly around the living room, careful to not bump into the table. Slowly you grew more confident in your dancing and allowed yourself to relax into the steps. Jihoon smiled at you and pulled you a bit closer. Your chest bumped against his, and you could’ve sworn you heard a sharp intake of breath from him.

Before you could ask what’s wrong, Jihoon captured your lips in a heated kiss, not once breaking step. When you broke apart, you stared up at him, lips parted in surprise. Jihoon felt a tightening in his pants at the innocent look on your face. “As much as I love seeing you in this dress, I can’t fucking wait to take it off you,” he said.

Your eyes widened, heat rushing to your core. Jihoon pulled you closer, allowing you to feel the growing tent in his pants. But still, the song wasn’t done, so he continued to twirl you around. You were growing impatient and tried nipping at his bottom lip to let him know.

“Uh uh,” he said, “patience little princess. The song will be over soon. For now, let me get one last look at you in the dress I picked out for you.”

And with a twirl, Jihoon’s eyes raked up and down your body, taking note of the way the bodice of the dress hugged your breasts. He loved the way the dress poofed out, teasing him by hiding your legs from him.

When the song ended, it was like something snapped inside him. Jihoon pushed you backwards until you landed with a soft “oof” on the couch. He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head with one hand, the other hand holding the side of your face as he kissed you passionately. His knee found your clothed core, hiking up your skirts that fell around your thighs.

“So fucking pretty for me,” he whispered in your ear. “Getting all dolled up just for me to ruin you. But you like that, don’t you little girl? You like it when your prince corrupts you.”

Flushing, you nodded, unable to deny him. You did love dressing up for him. You did love when he absolutely ruined you. You loved every bit about him, the way he kissed you, the way he comforted you when you were upset, the way he quietly but firmly took care of you just as much as you cared for him.

Jihoon’s hand trailed its way from your face to your neck to your chest. His lips followed suit and you gasped when he bit down on the top of your breast, tongue gently soothing the skin immediately after.

He dropped your hands to start fumbling with the buttons in the back of your dress, hands slipping a little in his eagerness. He huffed. “This is taking too long.” Then he shocked you by ripping the back of the dress open. You felt several buttons pop off and yelped.

“Jihoon!”

“I’ll have it fixed later, now come here,” he responded before latching onto your breast.

You yelped again, which turned into a breathy moan as he ran his tongue over your nipple. His other hand made its way down to your thigh to squeeze it.

Jihoon’s focus shifted to your thighs and he knelt down to pepper kisses all up your thigh, leaving a hickey or two as well. You wiggled as his lithe fingers found your clothed core.

“Mmm, my princess is so wet for me already,” he hummed. He bunched the dress’s skirts up higher, then took his time pulling the matching red panties down.

Jihoon licked his lips at the sight of your soaking wet core, his dick straining painfully in his pants. You whimpered and reached out for him. Tilting his head, he stood up and leaned in close to you.

Happily, you pulled him close and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. You felt yourself grow wetter at the feeling of his hard muscles beneath your hands. Jihoon watched your face as you concentrated on not fumbling on the buttons. Your breasts spilled out of the torn dress, and your thighs were practically begging him to come kiss them again. Your hair was already disheveled, and he found you the most beautiful person in the world.

Finally, his shirt was off and flung to the floor. Greedily, you pulled him in for more kisses, and Jihoon was happy to oblige. While you were distracted, his hand made its way under your skirts. You let out a gasp as he inserted a finger and began pumping, his thumb circling your clit.

Jihoon swallowed your breathy gasps greedily, hitting your g-spot expertly with every thrust of his finger. You whimpered when he inserted a second finger, and Jihoon groaned at the way your pussy practically swallowed his fingers.

“You’re so tight, pretty girl,” he groaned, yet despite his words he inserted a third finger, making you cry out.

His pumping didn’t slow down, even as your gasps grew higher in pitch. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening already, the stress from the week having left you wound up.

Between Jihoon’s fingers and his thumb circling your clit, it wasn’t long before you were crying out his name in pleasure, your thighs trembling as you rode out your high.

Jihoon waited until you were back down to earth before removing his fingers and licking your release off them. You watched through heavy-lidded eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

Jihoon began unbuttoning his pants, pulling them and his boxers down in one go. His dick sprang free, red and dripping with precum. You groaned, mouth watering, but Jihoon pushed you back on the couch.

“Not tonight, princess. Tonight I spoil you, just as you deserve,” he cooed.

You blinked up at him, pouting. “But-”

He put a finger to your lips, shushing you. “Don’t argue, little girl. Don’t worry, I’m being greedy too. I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

At the dirty talk, you closed your mouth, no longer even remotely tempted to argue with him.

“Good girl,” Jihoon said before entering you with a groan.

You moaned helplessly at the way he filled you up. He waited a moment before his patience ran out, and he began to move.

Jihoon fucked you like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. Maybe you were in his mind, you could never know. But the way he buried himself in you and the way he moaned your name gave you little doubt of his affection. He knew your body better than you did, hitting that spot that made you see stars every single time.

“Jihoon- ah! I’m- I’m gonna-” you tried to speak but the pleasure was overtaking you. Your mind just chanted his name over and over, and all you saw was his body over yours, his cock entering you with every thrust.

“Cum for me, princess. Let me hear your pretty moans,” Jihoon said, increasing his speed as he felt himself racing towards his finish.

You came hard, throwing your head back in a silent scream as your entire body trembled in Jihoon’s grasp. Feeling your cunt convulse around him, Jihoon’s pace grew erratic until he too came with a loud moan, spilling into you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as he came down from his own high.

After a moment of heavy breathing, Jihoon moved off of you, pulling out of you. He watched as his cum leaked out of you. Frowning, he pushed it back into you, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

You flushed at the feeling, so full and satisfied. You gave Jihoon a dopey smile that he happily returned. “Always so good for me, pretty girl,” he crooned. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

He scooped you up, your dress still halfway on your body, and carried you to the bathroom. He took the dress the rest of the way off you and turned on the faucets of the tub again, wetting a washcloth to clean you.

“Next time, I’m buying you a purple dress.”

#woozi #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #svt woozi #woozi fanfic #woozi smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #rae writes #admin rae

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tojisun · 6 months

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ghost vibes

xxx

idk how it ended up on my algorithm i don’t

THAT IS SO GHOST IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING CRYING MY BACK IS ARCHI- IM TWIRLING MY HAIR HHHSHHHS

ive had this one post where i think ghost is the type to talk you through it and the video (which we both dont know how it could ever end up on ur algorithm!!!) kinda resembles that <33

him makin sure she understands how to communicate to him that she wants to stop or take a pause is making my stomach flip!! n the thing with seein her cry… dacryphilia is just quite hot i fear

no because

the way ghost wipes at your eyes, cooing, whispering to you how good you’re taking him. how good it feels to slide down your throat. tells you how to hollow your cheeks just right, how to drag your tongue on the underside of his cock. tells you how beautiful you look on your knees, looking like a beautiful mess. his beautiful mess. the way he slowly pulls out, groaning at the moisture and the wet drag of your tongue along the entirety of his length, his breath hitching when you take a last lick on his slit, your swollen lips glistening against his flushed tip. the way he has to hold the base of his cock when he sees the way you look at him, all dazed and satiated, your lips parted open like you want his cock back. and so he gives it to you again, murmured praises mixing with his hitched moans, because ghost always luvs to give you what you want :((

#suns.hc #rae <3 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #RAHHHHHHHHH I NEED HIM HE NEEDS ME I NEED HIM HE NEEDS ME I NE #plooto #ask #suns

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Girl Of My Dreams — Mat Barzal

Summary: In which Mat Barzal inadvertently falls for the oldest Hughes sibling and her brothers aren’t happy.

Content Warning; Taylor swift 1989 isn’t by Tay(its by reader) Mentions of University of Alabama (reader went there) Trevor Zegras being hopelessly in love with reader. Readers social media face claim is Addison Rae bc idc she’d clear as a WAG for a athlete.

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Hughes! Reader.

Mat would be lying if he said he didn’t sneak glances at the announcers box after meeting you. You had been carrying a plate of food and two margaritas to your booth where your friends sat. Tito had made a joke about you seeming familiar then the pair heard your voice and knew, “Alright now, eat up because y’all are bumming me out.” Mat’s jaw slacked, “He’d known that the Islanders had gotten a new game announcer who was a girl but he wouldn’t have known it was you. You were effortlessly stunning, you had captivated the attention of every straight man in the bar. Mat had approached you as you sat at the bar, “I’m Mat, can I buy you a drink?”

You grinned and spoke, southern accent slipping out, “I’m Y/N, I mean Barzy after the way you played last game? You better buy me a drink. ‘Yknow how many hate comments my broadcast got?” Mat grinned as the bartender approached you, “Another Corona Light and whatever she’s having on me.” You grinned sheepishly, “I’m fucking with you. I’ve heard worse.” Mat grinned, “So now would probably be a shitty time to ask you out?” You smiled at him, “Maybe not.” Mat smiled, “If I may, your not from New York are you? Where are you from?” You grinned, “I grew up in Toronto with my 3 younger brothers and moved to Alabama for college and been in New York for a few months now.” Mat grinned, “Well welcome to New York beautiful.” That was a year and a half ago. You still hadn’t told your brothers who your boyfriend was, just that his name was Mathew. Until your album release came creeping in and you wanted to go public with Mat.

Instagram

ynhughes; my album ‘1997’ is now streaming! thank you for all your support(especially the bf, ‘slut’ and ‘suburban legends’ are 4 us)

barzal97: celebrating you is my favorite pastime. i have never met someone who people gravitate towards more than you. you are by far the most wonderfully amazing woman i know. it is a privilege to say i love you🤎 this past year or so has changed my life. you make living easy and so so much better. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.

trevorzegras: alexa play that should be me💔💔

ynhughes: forever in awe of you mathew barzal. amazed a gal like me is lucky enough to be adored by you🤎

oliviarodrigo; THEY HIT THE PENTAGON!! @conangray

>conangray; told you it was them i saw at radio music hall!

ny_islanders; our roman empire is all the sweet posts for to y/n today🥹🥹

sydneyemartin: brb crying. the purest people in the world. so grateful my girls get to grow up seeing a love this pure that isn’t their parents.

>ynhughes: we adore your girls more than words can express.

_quinnhughes: my biggest inspiration is out here killing it. in awe of you everyday sissy🥹 thank you for being my best friend from day 1

ynhughes: in a puddle of tears quinny. thank you for always being on my side, even when im wrong.

sabrinacarpenter; hockey players making me ugly sob wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card

elhughes; my first babies🥹 extremely emotional over you all today

>_quinnhughes: we love you momma💕

jackhughes: 1997 reasons to love my meanie head sister, i guess her bf’s alright

ynhughes: i love you little brat, come visit me and mat!!

>jackhughes: will do, sissy🫡

trevorzegras: i can’t believe she won’t date me 😞😞

>ynhughes: buck up z, your way too young for me. perfect age for @sabrinacarpenter tho!

lukehughes: the worlds best big sister came out with the best album to date

ynhughes; really feeling the hughes love train today, i need to plan for all of us to be together soon! so y’all can meet Mat!

etnow; this just in; the Hughes brothers have brought tears to my eyes supporting their sister

barzal97: the third picture is actually the most accurate representation of your sister now

>lukehughes; always messing with those darn cats! even if they are on the side of the street.

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #social media #jack hughes x reader #jack x reader #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal #hughes sister #1989 taylor's version #music #addison rae

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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autistic!reader x valkyrae hcs? maybe helping with sensory stuff? if that's okay :]

Sure thing dear! Enjoy 💕

PS: I researched the topic (have done so for previous requests as well) but still, if anything I've written is inaccurate, misinformative, hurtful/offensive in any way, shape or form, please let me know and please keep in mind that it's not made to sound so purposefully. I'd never want to offend anyone or hurt anybody's feelings or share misinformation. ~ Vy

Valkyrae x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of sensory triggers and responses to them

Genre: FLUFF, Comfort Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

You hadn't always been open about your sensory struggles in day-to-day life, keeping them more to yourself for no reason other than the fact you saw no need for sharing them

You believe you have them under control the majority of the time and knowing that if something did come up or if you were faced with something that could trigger you, you'd be able to calm yourself down or shield yourself

You'd gotten so used to doing things for yourself by yourself that it was completely out of the ordinary to find that your girlfriend had been paying attention to you so closely as to catch onto your triggers without you even having to mention them

Rae would see the way you flinched when she'd turn the light on suddenly or when you'd come into her recording room where the the lights were always bright and if they were at the odd chance off, then the screen would shine as brightly as the sun

She noticed how your hands would come up to cup your ears when a car alarm would go off outside or if someone honked their horn

She took note of the way you'd accept certain touches by melting into them and others by initially tensing up

So then you started picking up on the things she'd done to accommodate you and avoid triggering you in any way while in her apartment

For starters, she'd made a change to the lighting in the main rooms you'd reside in, swapping out the regular light switches for potentiometer ones that allow for the brightness to be adjusted to whatever degree and build to it gradually so it wouldn't startle you

She got you ear muffs for whenever the windows were open or when you'd venture out onto the balcony for some fresh air

Also, if she's playing without headphones, she'd make sure the sound is not too loud, regardless of whether you're in the room or not

She's started using lightly scented air freshener instead of more intense smells and wears less perfume when you're around - unless it's the kind you do like in which case she goes all out on it

Rae's a very big hugger, that goes without question, but she'd always let you initiate anything that isn't a foreseen hug

She's noticed you like top-of-the-head and forehead kisses as well as hand holding so she sticks to those and is certain to cuddle up with you whenever you'd want her to

She's a hugger and you're a cuddler, a match made in heaven if you ask me

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If I may go on about Luke Castellan for a moment... (and no, not in a simp kinda way but genuine book discourse this time)

SPOILERS FOR PJO AHEAD IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE BOOKS CLICK OFF NOW!!!

Something I realized the other day is that Luke himself was... never actually evil. Let me explain.

Everything Luke did was for the betterment of his life and the life of his peers. He wanted to make a better world for his kind (his kind being demigods everywhere), the goal was never some cartoonish supervillain plot of "taking over the world". He wanted to overthrow the gods so that no demigod would be ignored, neglected, abused and used ever again. That's why he did what he did.

Luke is all about the greater good. You could even make an argument for him being morally gray (meaning he doesn't care about "right" or "wrong", he only cares about his own interests and cause). He would murder the twelve year old kid he just met for the sake of bettering the entire world for good. Killing Percy would suck, yes, but in Luke's eyes, it has to be done. (Enter: the pit scorpion.)

Luke did many, many, bad and even evil things, yes. But a lot of that was under the guidance or even control of Kronos. Kronos, who was inherently evil. When we meet Luke in TLT, he's already under the influence of Kronos, and he's already scared to disobey, and he won't. Not just because he's scared, but because he truly believes in the cause he thinks he's fighting for, and because he trusted Kronos.

That's what all of this is really about. Luke put his trust in the wrong place. Kronos promised him what he wanted, yes, but was he ever going to actually give it to him? No. That's actually something I think the movies did pretty well was emphasize Kronos not actually caring about Luke or his cause, only caring about rising into power. Using him, just like the gods always had.

Luke was desperate and foolish, yes, but he himself was not evil. This is why he's able to kill himself and end the war with Kronos. He's able to regain that control and make that decision and be the hero, all because he himself is still good, despite it all. He can see what he did was wrong and does the only thing he can to fix it. He still wanted to do the right thing in the end.

Was Luke justified in his actions? Absolutely not. But was he justified in the way he felt, and what he wanted? Yes.

His whole life all he'd ever done was care for others. His mom, Thalia, Annabeth, the entirety of cabin 11, siblings or not. All of camp, really. And even though he was wrong about how he did it, him trying to overthrow the gods was for them, too. Was it a bit for himself and out of anger? Yeah, definitely. But he wanted a better life for the others, and that's why he pushed so hard for Annabeth and Thalia to join him. For his siblings and camp friends to join him.

He was misguided and put his trust in the wrong place out of desperation, but everything he did, the cause he fought for, was out of good intentions and maybe a bit of justified anger.

rant over have a nice day 😍

#not to mention how in a way the war ended up being a good thing #like hear me out #nothing would have changed without the war #demigods would still be ignored and unclaimed and sent on deadly quests #so in a way the war was needed #anyway hope you enjoyed my essay #thanks for coming to my ted talk #rae rambles #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #chb #luke castellan #luke pjo #pjo disney+#luke castellan x reader

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closer | hobie brown

A/N: Idk what this is tbh. It's like a mix between a series of hcs and a lil bit of smut. There's like 3 lines of dialogue in the whole fic opps. Warning: smut towards the end so 18+, afab reader, this is kinda cheesy, pls read the tags for more info WC: 1k+

At first, you didn't know what to make of Hobie Brown. He was a tall, formidable presence, so steadfast in his beliefs in a way that wasn't really shared among many of his peers.

Cliche as it is, you'd never met anyone quite like him, despite the many variants of Spidermen that existed across the multiverse that you had come across.

Like the rest, he fought valiantly against the evil within his own Earth, battling fascists and collapsing oppressive corridors of power with his 'Spiderband.' But he did it in his own unique way, true to his punk lifestyle. You remember how hard you'd laughed when he told you about the time he had once rushed a stage at a fashion show in protest.

He never faltered in abiding by what he felt was right. You saw the way he supported those who desperately needed it, even when it diverged from the majority. That Hobie had stood by Miles even when the entire multiverse was against him.

And with that, you couldn't help but to admire Hobie, wanted to be more like him. Be a little more unapologetic and devoted in ways you had not learned of yet.

When Miles got his powers, you resigned yourself to a mere supportive role in the background. But you had always wanted to do so much more. To be more helpful than a quick phone call to the authorities as the computer nerd in the chair. A part of you wanted to prove to yourself that you didn't need superpowers to be a driving, albeit small, force of change. So, you set out to do just that.

Beyond supporting Miles's operations as Spiderman, you found grassroots organizations to involve yourself with. You volunteered at schools as a mentor, supported mutual aid funds in any way you could, and advocated against the local forces that threatened to destroy all of the progress Miles had made as Spiderman.

And maybe you inspired Hobie, too, in your own smaller efforts. Perhaps it was not as great or impactful as the collective heroic actions of the Spider-people, but it was enough to create a small ripple of change within your own community.

There was one time when Hobie had smiled, so proud and excited when you'd told him how you'd teamed up with Miles to raise enough funds to save the local struggling performing arts center.

You could still recall how giddy you felt when his arms pulled you to his chest and held you there, maybe for a beat too long, while his pierced mouth rained you in praise.

As you grew closer to him, talking to him about anything and everything became so easy. Relaxed banter flowed in your conversations with the complement of his dry humor to your sarcastic remarks. You'd become so consumed in each other during your talks that hours would pass by without notice.

Among the lingering touches and steady chatter, the frequent looks of longing that you and Hobie gave to each other were enough to clue the others in on the tangible tension between you. They were gleeful in their sly matchmaking attempts, especially Pavitr, who didn't even try to hide his play at Cupid.

Nonetheless, it wasn't long before you and Hobie fell into a relationship. A relationship that existed beyond labels and social titles. You both just went together. And it was as simple as that. As natural as breathing.

That is not to say it wasn't hard sometimes.

Problems arose from the cosmic distance between you two. Conflicts born out of Hobie's obligations as Spiderman and yours to Miles. And yet it wasn't anything you both couldn't work out. It took a lot of self-humbling and vulnerable communication you hadn't thought yourself capable of, but it was all worth it in the end.

So even though you and Hobie lived on two entirely different Earths, in different planes of reality, you still managed to find a way to be together.

You'd go to his universe and support him when he played packed shows in some underground pub, decked out in a patch-filled leather jacket and spikey accessories you had made with him. You’d drank with his mates and proudly screamed the lyrics of every song until your throat felt raw.

Some days, he'd stop by your apartment, and you'd introduce him to everything that had yet to be made in his own universe, particularly the music.

You watched as he combed through your vinyl collection and picked a new album to listen to, how his wicks moved around when he bobbed his head along to the melodic shouts of Mommy Long Legs, the versatile flows of Bad Brains or even the soothing tones of Sweetback.

And there were days like this when conversations lulled, and desire took over. Days when the history between the two of you felt as ancient as the cosmos, vast and full of eons of memory. Like you'd known Hobie longer than you really had. Every touch was well-practiced and well-placed, brewing ecstasy wherever they landed, as though you both had done this same dance a million times before.

Clothes litter the small space of your living room floor. He lays with you astride his hips and his back to the old cushions of your secondhand couch, which creaks noisily underneath your heavy movements. Kisses are stolen in between pants. Your breaths are shared in the small space that exists before your bodies.

Hobie's hands slide up and down the curves of your body, brushing your thin braids from your face, groping at your chest, guiding your hips to keep a steady pace with him. Your combined moans and the wet sounds from your repeated joining create a heady atmosphere that clouds the expanse of your mind.

You sit up and throw your head back when the pleasure becomes too much. Your braids follow the harsh motion like a whip, but you don't register any pain when they slap against your back, too focused on feeding your ravenous need for release.

Your hands press against his abdomen for leverage, your thighs aching when you bounce on him even faster. As his hard cock continues to bully your insides, your walls start to clench tighter around him, a sign that you're close to crossing the line that separates you from complete delirium.

"You feel so good." His voice strangled in his throat, his hips humping upwards toward yours. "Look at how well you're takin' all of me, love. You're soakin' it."

You look down to see the heat in his gaze as he watches the two of you join again and again. The sticky mess of your fluids wet his dick, spreading further and further across his lower half with each smack of your thighs. It makes you grind down harder, your blood pulse even faster, and your breathing grow heavier as your body reaches a plateau.

But what really pushes you over the edge is when his thumb finds your engorged clit, rubbing a series of smooth circles against the tacky skin. It's exactly enough stimulation to help you fall right into the throes of euphoria.

"S-shit, Hobie!"

Your limbs tense and shake as you groan, a mixture of his name and incoherent praises and begs falling from tender lips. You barely notice Hobie finding his release beneath you, his grunts joining your symphony of noises as his hips stutter to a stop, a warmth blossoming from where he's hilted inside of you.

You take a moment to catch your breath and steady the harsh palpitations of your heart. When Hobie gently pulls out of you, you can feel the slow drip of his cum further wet the damp skin of your thighs and his pelvis.

Like always, he's a master of aftercare, cleaning you both up and then helping you dress in fresh clothes. He carries you to your bed despite you insisting you can walk.

And when he lies down beside you and pulls you to lay on his bare chest, you're content as you think of how deeply he's become a part of your life, a part of you.

"I really love you, y'know." You whisper to him, slowly drifting off to sleep.

He presses smiling lips to your forehead in a kiss and somehow pulls you even closer. "I really love you, too."

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #reader is slightly black coded so #hobie brown x black!reader #& theyre Miles's pal in the chair #kinda irrelavant but listened to corinne bailey rae while writing this hence the title #and hobie would def love her too idc idc idc #emlikes2write

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plooto · 8 months

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ getting touchy in public .

he’d love to think you knew what you were doing when you left the house in a skirt and thigh high socks.

he’d love to say that he didn’t walk slower than you on purpose just so he can watch your thighs stretch the fabric.

he’d love to say that he didn’t notice the way the boys looked at you with hungry eyes.

spotting the sign that read ‘ public ’ he didn’t hesitate, not even a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bathroom.

he pushed you against the wall, squeezing and grouping at anything he could reach, anything that found itself in his hands.

not waiting a moment before sliding your pretty pink laced panties to bully his hard cock into you with little patience.

groaning as his tip slid past your tight muscles. panting against him, the only thing you could think about was how big he felt, how big he felt sliding in and out of your wet cavern.

he filled you with his hot seed, using two fingers to push it back and your underwear to keep it in place.

the two of you emerged from the smile, your boyfriend donning a grin that suggested the most devious of desires.

bakugo , kirishima , dabi , endeavor , kyotani , atsumu , iwaizumi , ukai k. , reiner , eren + any of your favs <3

#bnha x reader #bakugo x reader #midoriya x reader #kirishima x reader #endeavor x reader #dabi x reader #kyotani x reader #iwaizumi x reader #eren x reader #reiner x reader #rae thinks 🍓 // headcannons #tteokbokki 🌶️ // spicy

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omg please share the fernando headcanons 😭

MY DEAREST FRIEND AND ENEMY HEADCANONS (Fernando's version)

Only read this after finishing the two parts of MDF&E

- She fell first, he fell harder. You had always had a silly crush on Fernando ever since meeting him at around 12/13. But Fernando fell during and after the first kiss. But stubborn as he was, he refused to acknowledge it or even talk about it to anyone (his father noticed the shift, though).

- In the early years of karting and single seater competitions, your praise was one of the best things to help him with his confidence. He liked to have in you the same faith you had in him.

- Despite Lucia initially liking you and respecting you as Fernando’s friend, through time, she noticed how much of a priority you were to him (sometimes even more than she was). When the day of Lucia’s graduation was coming the same day as your last race at the Euro Open, she gave him an ultimatum, you or her. And Fernando showed up to the Euro Open.

- He did speak to Flavio about taking a chance on you, but not the way he spoke about it in that moment of anger. He only asked Flavio to see you race once. And Flavio saw how good you were and decided to sponsor you by himself.

- He was the happiest when you first became teammates, even going as far as telling people how his teammate was his best friend.

- He knew all about your preferences, but especially with food, he'd always make sure the cafeteria had your favorites. (He'd still do that even after you stopped being friends)

- Fernando never knew about the team orders you’d receive to not fight against him during races. But he’d notice how you’d be down sometimes after races. When he tried to talk to you about it, you’d brush him off gently.

- The first few times you fought because of racing, it wasn’t really intentional on his part. He’d get so laser focused on races, that he’d only realise he’d been awful was after the race ended.

- Everyone on the grid knew that Fernando was in love with you. Nobody talked about it though, almost like a silent agreement. Everyone on the grid had at one point seen Fernando looking for you in the crowds or even making heart eyes at you when he thought no one was looking.

- When the big fight happened, and you said “you’re dead to me, Fernando” it was probably the most hurtful thing you ever told him in all those years of rivalry.

- When that crash happened, Fernando was so consumed with guilt that he immediately stopped his car and jumped out to get to you (even though he could’ve kept racing since his damage was almost nothing). He got to you before the marshals did, he kept calling your name over and over when he saw you were unconscious. He helped the marshals get you out of the broken car, as he only stopped when the medics got you into the ambulance. He spent hours just consumed with guilt. When he went to the med center to see you, and you pushed him away, he went back to his room to cry. Flavio saw him crying and tried to console him, promising to help you two recover your friendship.

- He saw every interview that you talked about not being friends with him. That was something that left him angry every time. And like a vicious circle, he’d get angry, do something stupid which would made you angry, which would just fuel your rivalry worse and worse.

- He hated when you became friends with Jenson and Nico, he'd sometimes see you talking with them, or he'd hear your laugh close by, knowing that had been so long since he saw you doing that.

- Fernando started dating seriously as a way to move on from you. And he thought he did, until he saw you and the footballer. The first day he saw you and the footballer (Fernando refused to acknowledge him by name) was in a Grand Prix. You had been specifically looking at Fernando when the footballer got in the way, sweeping you off your feet, making you laugh and blush as he spun you around in his arms. Fernando felt like his heart was being stomped on right in front of him, and if looks could kill, the footballer would be down in a split second.

- He was miserable all the time. After you fought, over and over, and the anger dissipated, he'd be left only with pain, hurt and regret. He'd always feel ashamed of the things he said and done, but his temper was always getting the best of him when he was facing you.

- Fernando was there when you got on the podium after winning your first World Championship. Despite you not seeing him in the crowd (and thinking he never showed up), he was there, with a hand on his heart as he saw you become the best in the sport.

- Many times, Fernando built up the courage to go try to talk to you and make peace, but you were always busy or he was interrupted, or something, anything, happened and it stopped him from reaching you.

- After your championship, when you told him your debt was paid, he felt the guilt consume him again. He never expected that you'd spend so long holding onto something he only said in a moment of anger, that he only said because he impulsively wanted to hurt you. That's when thought you two were too far gone to recover.

- He provoked you because being the target of your anger was better than to only have your indifference. He just wanted to have you looking at him and talking to him. If anger was the only emotion you could spare for him, than he'd take it. Because it was better than nothing.

- When he went back to Renault, he was determined to fix everything with you. It was gamble, really, but he was willing to swallow all his pride to have you back in whatever way you could possibly want. He even told Flavio of his plan to fix everything. Later when Flavio told him you were moving to Ferrari, his courage to have you back took a hit.

- Fernando was still in touch with your mom through the years. They almost didn't talk about you, but sometimes your mom would slip something, and those were all the personal news he had on you. (Neither you or Fernando knew this, but both sets of parents always believed you were soulmates and would eventually get married. They were heartbroken when the falling out happened)

- Fernando kept looking for you in other women. Same eyes, same hair color and even style. It wasn't something he did consciously, and he only noticed when his father pointed it out. Then he started to go out of his way to avoid women that reminded him of you.

- Fernando also kept the ice cream tradition on your birthdays.

- Sometimes he called your name in his sleep.

- Finding out of your breakup with the footballer, he didn't feel particularly happy about it, more worried about the circumstances around it than anything (he was worried the footballer had broken your heart). He had to bribe Jenson into telling him details.

- When he went to Ferrari, he also wanted to become your teammate again. Finding out you were leaving the team made him wonder if you were genuinely running away from him.

- He once got in an argument with another two drivers who had said you weren't good enough to be in Formula 1.

- Through the grapevine he'd hear about your flings here and there with other drivers. The jealousy burned so bright he once pushed one of them off the track (not his proudest moment).

- The announcement of your retirement caught the whole world by surprise, but Fernando didn't take it too well. During the party he approached your team to ask if they were forcing you out. (He only understood your desire to retire after talking to you)

- He went to find you a few months after your retirement, on your birthday. He spent hours building up the courage to go. He went to buy the ice cream and just drove to your place. It was a complete shot in the dark, to know if you'd even want to see or talk to him. But when you did, he was the happiest man ever.

[I might have gotten carried away with this one too. These are just a few, but there are a few others]

#f1 fanfic #fic talk #f1 x reader #ask rae #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula 1 #fernando alonso x you #fernando alonso x reader

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Title: I trust you.

Person: Roman reigns(yayyy)

Requested: |Yes|No|

Part. 2 Part. 3

★Trust Masterlist

Afab!reader

Warnings: slight!angst, slight!dark themes, reader feels frightened after the whole Sami zayn thing, Reader thinks bloodline is going to betray her, reader is very overwhelmed so that means crying :/

Pairings: Romantic!roman x reader, slight!romantic!Jey x reader, slight!romantic!Jimmy x reader, slight!romantic!solo x reader, also includes a very friendly Paul heyman

Pic creds: WWE/friend Aya

A/n: this is meant for a Roman x Reader thing but it also has some bloodline x reader, also no real plot made!

Standing backstage watching Sami and ko talk Paul walked up to you

“Miss Yn, you have a match right after…that” he gestured towards the screen

“Wait what?” You were confused, how’d you been that out of it you’d forgotten about a match?

“Miss Yn, have you forgotten?!” Seeing the shocked expression on his face was enough to keep you quite

“Oh my, I’ll contact the tribal chief and tell him you can’t do this match-”

“No!” You were quick to say rushing to grab his hands

“No?” He questioned

“I’m doing the match” nodding your head as you spoke

Paul slowly put his phone back into his pocket before nodding and leaving

You let out a short huff as you felt tears prick your eyes…

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You hadn’t known what to expect but asuka wasn’t one of them, still you carried on the match like you would any other one

Except

Something was off

Everyone could see it…

You were on edge

All you could think about was how many times the boys got ambushed or even Cody rhodes coming down that ramp with Ko and Sami, still you knew you couldn’t fail

Failure would compromise your position in the bloodline

Because unlike Sami you actually loved being in it…

So you pushed yourself, breaking out of all the holds and pins she had you in, at one point you thought you were about to win

That was until..

“Asuka with her mist!” Corey yelled into his mic as you felt the sudden burn to your eyes

wiping at your face to try and get some of the most of as your vision blurred, barely being able to see you felt a kick to the face

Stumbling back you felt a liquid run down your mouth as you realized she made your nose bleed

Again thought swirled in your head

This is too much

What are they going to think of me?

Do they think I’m useless?

What does Roman think of me now?

Does he think I’m useless too?

You hadn’t realized it but you were crying

Quiet sobs racked through your throat as you trembled with only one current thought

You had to win.

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And so you did

with a spear actually she never saw it coming as it knocked her out cold

Blood rushing out of her nose as you hoped out the ring and walked up the mat

The stadium erupting in cheers of your name as you turned out of sight

The first thing you could start to see was Paul and a medic

But you kept walking wanting this night to be over

you could hear Paul tell the medic something before his footsteps picked up until he was right next to you as you both stood outside the entrance to Roman’s locker room

Silence filled the air as neither of you made a move to enter

“Miss Yn..” turning your head slightly as to acknowledge him

“Are-are you okay?” You could fill the tears prick back up in the sincerity of his voice

You sucked in a breath as you shaked your head yes, not trusting you voice to speak

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As you and Paul entered he took his seat next to Roman as you stood awaiting

Roman looked up before motioning you to come towards him

Making your way you expected to be yelled at

What you didn’t expect was for him to pull you into his lap to inspect your nose and eyes

“Why’d you turn away the medic?”

It was a simple question really

so why did it break the wall you had built up?

Tears streamed down your face for the second time this night as sobs broke out your throat

Body shaking as Roman pulled you further into him shushing you

You couldn’t see the confused face Roman gave his cousins

Or even their confused ones back

“Baby, why’re crying?” His voice softening

All you could repeat was “I’m sorry”

All your bottled up feelings came rushing out at once and you didn’t know how to stop them

“Babygirl look at me”

“You did nothing wrong, so why are you crying?” Hearing his confusion you sniffled before speaking

“Because I almost lost the match, and you probably think I’m stupid for not expecting her mist, and you probably think I’m like Sami, and im scared your all gonna turn on me when I don’t expect it-” you rambling was cut short as he quickly spoke up

“Hey, hey, hey” his voice light as he looked directly into your eyes

“You will Never be stupid or useless to me or anyone I’n this family you hear me?” His voice become start as he continued his own ramble

“You are Not Like Sami and you Never will be”

“So what if you got sprayed, you Won that’s all that matters and you should be proud of yourself like we are” you eyes widened before you spoke

“You’re-you’re proud of me?”

You couldn’t see it but Jey,Jimmy and Solo exchanged knowing looks with each other

“Yes sweetheart we all are” he gestured behind him where Jey,Jimmy and Solo all agreed

“Why?” Your voice meek as you spoke

“Because we Trust you”

There was a pause..

“Princess I Trust you..” hearing that statement made more sobs come out as your body shook

“Shh I know, cmon let’s get you cleaned up babygirl”

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After getting cleaned up you went to bed before them shortly after they entered the room standing over you

“She’s overwhelmed uce” jimmy spoke quietly as to not wake you

His twin rolled his eyes scoffing lowly

“She needs a break from this bullshit”

It was silent as the tension picked up

“Nah”

Eyes turning to their youngest

“She needs us”

Solo spoke looking directly at your sleeping form

They all looked at each other before nodding with a shared thought..

You Needed Them

And No One was taking you away from them

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Not proof read!

If this does well and if you guys ask for it I might make a part 2

#rae speaks #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns fic #Jey uso #Jimmy uso #solo sikoa #the bloodline #the bloodline x reader #roman reigns x reader

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