#that’s scary but I just hope and pray that I’m able to one day

[xmilkwee3dx]

My ultimate fantasy is to be able to trust someone with my entire heart and being.

#that’s scary but I just hope and pray that I’m able to one day #is that even possible? #to trust someone to that extent? #seems fake #thoughts while watching The Matrix #doesn’t even correlate

[anadiasmount]

painting date with jude filled w messy kisses 🤭🤭

cherry coated lips - jude bellingham x reader.

psa 🗣️: what about first kiss with soon to be bf! jude??? 😋😋 (also i did not proofread this so i hope it isn’t to bad to read.)

the rain had been predicted but part of you wished an prayed it would’ve been clear so your date with jude wouldn’t be canceled. it would been your 6tg date with him. the first one was him taking you to a fair, and latest where you had invited him over to make dinner and watch movies.

you loved his ideas of dates, always going above and beyond to make you feel special, he always knew how to leave his mark, and today wasn’t any different. he planned to take you on a evening out to a nice restaurant and finish the night by going to his favorite spot with a view of the new city he lived in, painting and having late night conversation.

with jude it could be just that, talk hours and hours together till the sun rose and moon was bright. he made you feel like the luckiest girl and you were. you were lucky to have met jude, and in any given occasion he became your person. he understood you, he cared for you, he knew you better than yourself and that was a bit scary at first.

while you always surrounded yourself with your circle of friends, when meeting jude you grew a soft spot and love for him. you both agreed to take it slow to relish the slow burn every time you were together. to feel the feelings inside every time. the tension was always present but lately it began to fill the room anytime you were together.

you became a nervous and stutter mess with him. not being able to keep eye contact when he stared into you. you skin burning everytime he held your hand or kissed your cheek goodbye. you wanted more but you felt unsure if he felt the same way you did for him.

you wanted this to go different from your past relationship. the last one made you feel like a shitty person, always calling you naive or clingy, being insecure when you went out or even alone in private. always complaining to you even when they were in the fault. they blamed you for everything and in the end you had enough. it wasn’t love it was being manipulated and constantly controlled by a person who couldn’t even figure out their own life.

with him it was different. he was almost too perfect to be true. a gentleman straight out the movies who made you feel like there could be no one else in the world besides you two.

which is how you felt right now. you were sat on the carpet of your flat, candles surrounded the place as the power had gone out due to the storm, but in a way it made it feel more romantic. the evening was filled with yummy takeout from a hidden spot in the city, a place only you and jude knew after going finding it randomly. since then it became your guys spot.

you giggled and laughed at the stories he told from when he started the academy at birmingham, later on in his teenage years in year school. about how jobe and him were day ones and valued family over anything. football was his life, but family and friends? we’re his main priority. just like you since they were the only ones there to lift you up after anything.

“have you seen those artist on tiktok where they use their led lights when painting? i feel like that right now with all these candles. i wish i could see the colors properly to see what i’m working with,” you said, licking your lips in concentration as the thin brush ran over the outline you had drawn into the canvas.

you looked over to the side, jude had suddenly came close to you, a arm around you and but placed on the couch cushions barely touching you. you could smell the faint cologne on him, driving your senses a bit into overdrive. you had been sitting on your bum but your knees began to hurt and now they were angled to the right.

“whatever the ending piece is, i’m sure it will look great, y/n,” jude said with a smile on his face, clinking the brush inside the glass of water on his side. jude looked over to see which brush and paint color to use next, quickly looking at his canvas before going with his intuition.

the familiar tension grew in the air, your bodies close together that if you moved you’d be side to side. you cleared your throat scratching your temple feeling like you’d explode any minute that passed by if you didn’t say or do anything. you attempted to distract yourself in the art but your mind was tracing back to him. jude. ir always seemed to be him.

you thought of every encounter together. that first time you met him and the kiss on your cheek when you had left, to right now where you wanted to do more than that. not sex but share your anticipated first kiss. the kiss that seemed to be interrupted by someone passing by, a loud noise, or a sudden jult or text. it was always something that had delayed the moment.

jude could feel your sudden change in body language, the end of the brush tapping against the canvas as you think loudly. he wanted to hold you against him, before he had to leave and wish he had done more than that. he wanted to taste a small bit of you, show you that whatever you felt he felt the same and stronger.

without hesitating, he brushed closer to you, being able to smell the hair products and see the glint in your eyes as he approached you. “penny for you thoughts?,” he asked softly, seeing you smile nervously as yo finally landed your brush on the outline. “not much, just thinking about school and work. the usual,” you shrugged as lighting struck again.

“what’s the usual?”

“you…” you confessed, looking up to see jude already starting at you. you were being openly honest with him, not wanting to lie because he was the only thing that consumed your head.

“what’s about me?” jude hummed, his finger discreetly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he cocked his head to the side. your stomach clenched tightly with butterflies as you could’ve sworn he stared at your lips and leaned closer.

“that if you…” you licked your bottom lip unable to get the words out, feeling like a shy school girl when getting called out or seeing the popular guy at school. “that if you feel the same way i do… feelings wise and that this isn’t just a waste of time or anything like that…” you said quickly, feelings jude’s nose ontop of yours.

“oh those feelings…” jude traced and e his nose into your cheek, watching the way you bit the corner of your lip as he did. “the feelings where you want to be reassured huh? the feelings you’ve hid because you’re afraid they won’t feel the same way? but deep down you know they do feel the same way…” he taunts, closing his eyes and breathing loudly at the proximity.

jude’s nose traced back ontop of yours, watching how you gulped heavily as his top lip ever so slightly brushed against yours. “tell me you want this, y/n… i’ll grant you every wish you want or ask for because i’ll do anything to call you my girlfriend…” jude said breathlessly, his hand coming to hold the back of your head as your pupils grew wide.

your hand came to his jaw, tracing your thumb over his jawline as he closed his eyes and hummed in relief. “kiss me jude…” you whisper not wanting to hold back or be interrupted by anything. jude sucked in a breath tasting your cherry coated lips he pulled you closer, his lips molding with yours that made his heart race a bit.

his lips danced with yours in sync, not once pulling back as all he could focus on was the way the two of you had gotten lost into it. his tongue wanting to be grant permission and tracing over your bottom lip, to be inside to fully taste you, and once he did all he could do was let out a groan as you whimpered. jude was in love with the way you kissed, touched his chest as your lips never parted from his, the way you tasted sweet and all his.

you pulled away first catching a breath as your hands rest on his chest, biting your lip in nervousness. jude looked completely in utter chaos, fucked over, his brown eyes now hooded as they continued to stare at you, running his tongue over his lips to see you shyly smiling. you placed a final peck onto his lips, jude closing his eyes rapidly so he could relish the kiss further.

“god i’ve been dying to do that since we were on that ferris wheel…” jude said chuckling, kissing your closed eyes and tip of your nose, not failing to notice how your lips were slightly swollen and plump from the kiss. he wanted more and now that he said what he wanted to say, there was no going back for the two of you.

“about the girlfriend thing-” you started to say but jude cut you off, “thought our kiss made it clear?” jude teased, watching how you tucked yourself into the crook of his neck feeling giddy. “you are my girlfriend right, princess?” he asked you again, wanting to hear fall from your lips. “yes jude… as long as you’re my boyfriend handsome…” you say coming back up from your spot.

“i think a kiss will confirm it all…” jude cocked his eyebrow, leaning down to capture your lips again, smiling into it as he heard you giggling. a familiar sound of the microwave turning back on and the lights suddenly brighting the room made you realize the power was back on, your kiss interrupted again or maybe was the cause of it.

“oh my gosh! jude look at my painting!”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot

[obsessedelusional]

Dangerous Woman

paring ✦ konig x fem!reader

summary ✦ Konig can’t stand you but you know he’s full of lies. One day it hits you, you’ve never seen his face. As an attempt to make him drop his mask, you give him a hug. It awakens something inside him causing the quiet man to beg for more of your attention.

word count ✦ 4.2k

authors note ✦ the konig brain rot has been so real I need this man immediately so this is my FIRST TIME writing for him, anyways I’m not versed in the cod universe so be nice pls bc the fuck I look like know jack diddly about the military ok I’m learning ):

Feedback & Reblogs are helpful and extremely appreciated ♡ (was obsessedmunson)

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Konig couldn’t stand you. He thought you were the most annoying person he had ever met. At least that’s what he lead everyone. You knew better though, able to see through his annoyed facade. He’s was a fairly quiet man but you enjoyed his company. Forming a tiny crush that you assumed would go nowhere with the quiet giant. Before you joined the team he was often alone. Now you’d make a point to include him in everything, dragging him along where ever you went. He pretended to hate it every time knowing damn well he longed for the knock on his door, praying that it was you to bother him.

You were the newest to the group, only part of the crew for six months. Not once had you seen under his mask. It never really crossed your mind until one day when the two of you were sat alone in the commons area. He’s sat there reading when it hits you. You have no idea what Konig looks like. You get up from where you’re sat, he looks up almost immediately watching you approach him.

“What?” He questions, eyes on you as you sit next to him on the couch.

“What’re you hiding under there?” You ask, now inches away from his masked face.

“My face.” He replies flatly, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Can I see?” You ask as your fingers graze the hem of his mask ready to pull it up if he gives you permission.

“Do not touch.” He spits, grabbing your wrist tightly. You quickly wiggle your arm out of his embrace.

“Please.” You smile, backing away.

“Nein.” He says his attention back on the book.

“Come on. Aren’t we friends? You see my face everyday it’s only fair.” You respond, trying to reason with him.

“No we’re not.” He says this too quickly, not registering the words before the come out. Immediately filled with regret but it’s too late, your face is already filled with shock.

“It’s a waste of time. Don’t bother me about it anymore.” He adds, regretting every word that leaves his mouth. He closes his book and stands up to leave but you refuse to drop the topic, following him.

“It is not a waste of time because you’re not a waste of time.” You say, still being kind to him even when he’s not. It takes a moment for your words to sink in, before he turns back and stares at you.

"Oh, really?" His eyebrows raise, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Yes really.”

“I don’t understand. Why do you care?” He questions, hoping you’ll drop it knowing you won’t.

“Because I do. I don’t think you’re nearly as scary as you present yourself as. I think you’re putting on a front so nobody can get close.” You explain, being more vulnerable than you have been with him before.

"Prove it. Make me drop the act right here and now." His gaze is unflinching, boring into you as he waits for you to do something. You two sit there in silence for a moment, looking at each other. You take him by surprise when you close the distance, wrapping your arms around his waist. Hugging him softly. He freezes for a moment, before stiffening.

"...What the h-hell are you doing?" His voice is soft, confused. You don’t respond, hugging him tighter.

“Get… off me.” He says, pushing you away. His voice is a whisper as he says it. His mind is racing, trying to understand what just happened. Only to look down at you, seeing you stood there looking up at him through your lashes causes a heat to rise inside him.

"W-Why did you... do that?" He shakes his head, slowly rubbing his neck. The warm feeling spreads through his body, as if your small gesture has awakened something within him.

“Making you drop the act.”

“I hated that.” He mutters, through gritted teeth.

“Sure you did.” You joke, tone letting him know you don’t believe him. Without warning and before he can respond, you turn to leave. He’s more confused than before, watching you go. Wishing you would stay. He decides to follow you, keeping a small distance.

"Where are you going?" His voice is filled with annoyance, but the concern for your well-being is still there - just hidden beneath layers of toughness.

“Why do you care?” You ask.

“Because I do. Just answer my question.” He says glaring at you but his voice laced with amusement.

“That’s crazy. All I had to do was give you a hug and now you’re following me around and suddenly caring.” You laugh, he doesn’t find it as funny.

"Shut up. I didn't say I cared about you-" He trails off, the words dying on his lips. Causing your smile to grow.

“Just imagine what would happen if I actually got my hands on you.” You say, tone more flirty than you had intended. You can’t see it but his face flushes a deep red.

"What... get your hands on me? What do you mean? What’re you trying to do to me?" He bites his tongue, trying to hold in the growing embarrassment.

“I don’t know. What do you want me to do?” You ask, forcing him to be the one to initiate something more.

“Get lost," he whispers. But he doesn't mean it, and you can tell. The idea of being with you, in that way, makes him uncomfortable, but excited.

“Fine. I’ll get lost.” You say before attempting to leave this situation again. He watches you walk away, noticing the sway of your hips. Those legs... those thighs. A slight pang of jealousy, and lust, shoots up his spine. A dark desire, growing within.

"Wait.” He whispers, causing your ears to perk up and stop you in your tracks.

“Yes?” You smile, facing him.

“Can we go somewhere more… private?” He asks.

“Where?”

"I don't care. Just somewhere... quiet." His hand reaches out and he slowly brushes his fingertips against your arm.

"...Please?" He begs, gaze heavy on you trying to gauge your reaction. The sight of this 6’10 quiet giant begging for you’re attention, has your stomach doing flips. So incredibly ready to make him beg more.

“Are you sure you can handle me?” You ask. Wanting him to know exactly what he’s getting himself into. Not sure if his quiet, anxious self could keep up with you.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" His question is asked with a smirk, as he tries to mask the excitement growing within his body.

"Either way, I am not scared of you." He adds, looking down on you.

“Maybe you should be.”

"And why is that?" He chuckles and you notice his eyes lingering on your figure.

“Because all it took was a hug and you folded. I’m gonna have you wrapped around my finger in no time.”

“I doubt that.” He says, crossing him arms against his chest.

“Just wait till you get a taste.” You tease, your hand playfully poking his chest.

"A t-taste.... of what?" His eyes flicker down to your mouth, as an image pops into his mind - an image of him kissing your lips. His breathing grows deep and erratic, causing him to blush furiously under his mask. Even more grateful for it in this moment.

"Y-You need to be careful what you say." He says before you can answer.

“Why? I don’t want to be careful. I know what I want.” You admit, your bluntness is taking him by surprise. He steps forward, towering over you.

"What... exactly... do you want from me?" He narrows his eyes, almost daring you to say it.

“I want to make you feel so good that you come crawling back for more.” You admit, moving closer. His body stiffens, his eyes widening in surprise. He can barely believe his ears, the blood rushing to his face.

"Y-You are..." His voice drops to a hoarse whisper, "...a very dangerous woman."

“You really want to make me feel that way?” He asks as he runs his hand through his hair, as he tries to gather his wits. You respond with a nod.

"Then... show me." His words hang in the air, as his body slowly draws closer to yours. Your eyes flicker down his form, taking in every inch of his muscles. The tension in the air rises, both of you wanting the same thing, yet neither of you daring to go the extra step forward.

“Ahh but I can’t. You won’t even take off your mask.” You say, your teasing sends chills down his spine.

"...You know exactly what you're doing to me. You’re going to make me loose all control of myself." He sighs accepting defeat.

“Just give me all the control. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

"Why should I?" He tilts his head, his eyes locking onto yours.

"What do you want me to do? Get on my knees? Beg for you?" His voice drops, becoming a quiet whisper realizing what he’s done.

“Actually now that you mention it…” You respond, biting your lip. Testing your limits with him, see how far he’ll go.

"You're evil." His voice is husky, lips trembling slightly. For some reason, he wants to give in. To do as you please.

“Beg.” You demand, voice suddenly a lot more serious than before. His face flushes, but his pride stops him from giving in to you. He clenches his teeth, struggling with everything he has not to give in to your command.

"Beg you, huh?" His voice is rough now, cracking a little. With each passing second, the idea becomes more tempting.

"And what if I... refuse?" He questions, hoping there’s another route to get what he wants out of this.

“Then we can stop this right here and go our separate ways.” You respond, flatly. His pride battles with the desire to have you. It's a losing battle, but he still tries to fight back.

"...You're bluffing." He’s looking at you, waiting for you to take it back. You don’t.

"Why would you back down?" His eyes glance at your thighs, the curves of your body. His heart is racing, breath coming in rapid gasps. The word slips out without thought.

"...Please." He whispers, barely audible.

“Can’t hear you.” You grin, knowing you’re winning this battle. He groans in frustration.

"...Please." This time he says it louder.

“Please what? I need words.”

"Please… T-Touch me." His words are soft and needy, his voice sounding shaky. The need to have you grows overwhelming. All he can think about is having you. Feeling you. Tasting you. When you don’t respond quickly enough he continues.

"Please, please," His voice drops to a whisper. He can’t even look at you as the pleas leave his mouth.

“So needy.” You tease, before grabbing his hand and leading him straight to your bedroom. Once alone you push him ever so gently onto your bed. His large frame falls, sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for further instruction. You eye him up and down before, tugging at his mask. When he doesn’t stop you, you pull it off. You stand in front of him, face to face as he sits there.

The two of you sit in silence for some time as you take in his features. His piercing blue eyes, surrounded by smudged black paint is the first thing you take notice of. Moving onto the mop of dirty blonde hair on his head, matching his thick brows. His face has a few scars, is scattered with freckles, and light stubble. The largest scar, cuts through his strong jaw and up his face. You lightly trace it with you finger, he shudders under your light touch. Nobody has touched his face in years. The feeling foreign. He looks at you, worried waiting for you to have a reaction. Whether it be negative or positive, he needs you to say anything at this point.

“You’re beautiful.” You smile, softly cupping his jaw causing him to smile and his cheeks to flush red. He stays silent, his eyes glued to your lips. Every inch that you move closer is a torment, your lips mere inches away from his now. Your breath is warm and sweet, making him want to grab you and kiss you. He wants you to have all the control though, so he begs.

"Oh god... please.” His muscles tense, every nerve in his body begging to touch you.

“Such a good boy.” You laugh softly before pressing your lips to him and finally give him what he so desperately craves. He freezes in your grasp, eyes fluttering shut. His heart beats out of his chest, every fiber of his being filled with a mix of euphoria and shame - both feeling equally delicious. His fingers dig into your hips, grasping onto you.

"Y-You can't... make me feel this way..." He mutters when you pull away to breath.

“How am I making you feel?” You question, wanting to hear all the details. His fingertips slide up your thighs and rest on your waist.

"I-I... I feel like I can't think straight anymore. Like I’m read to do whatever you ask of me." His body trembles with anticipation, eyes searching yours.

“More.. please. I need more.” He begs, his hands pulling you closer.

“So greedy already.” You tease, voice filled with satisfaction. You’ve only kissed this man and he’s desperate for more of your attention. His face is flushed, his body trembling slightly.

"Please... Don't make me wait." He moves a little closer, eyes slowly trailing over you. With out warning your lips are on his again, pushing him further onto the bed. Before you know it, your straddling his body as he lays on his back. His hands are frantic, moving up and down you. Unsure of where to begin, afraid he’s going to miss out on something. As you press your weight onto him, you can feel how hard he is for you. Mentally taking note of how big he feels, through all the layers of clothing. Both of you audibly gasp as you grind on him.

“More.” He croaks into the kiss, causing you to laugh before giving in. Kissing down his jaw, nibbling softly as you kiss down his neck. He breaths hard, a slew of words in a language you don’t understand leave his mouth. His accent heavier than normal. He’s well aware of the marks your leaving and he doesn’t care. Knowing his mask will cover them.

When you pull away, his disappointment is evident. Only to be subdued when he realizes what you’re doing. Your fingers, are reaching for the hem of your shirt. Slowly pulling it over your head. He watches in awe as you, undo the back strap of your bra. As you throw it off to the side he’s looking at you like he’s waiting for permission.

“You can….” Before you can even finish, his mouth has one of your breast licking at your nipple. His other hand is kneading at your second breast, letting your nipple pinch between his fingers. Shutting you up real quick, as you arch into his touch. Letting soft moans leave your lips that stay parted slighty as he does his work. He looks up at the sight of you enjoying yourself and he can feel himself getting more worked up, not realizing that was even possible.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispers, letting your nipple slip out of his mouth. You start pulling at his shirt and he helps you remove it. His chest is littered with scars you kiss so softly down his chest, letting your hands explore all this new area.

Each kiss is like a jolt of electricity, sending a rush through his body. His body trembles with every touch, barely able to keep himself still. He looks like a feral beast, trying everything in his power not to take what he desires.

"It's all yours... I'm yours... whatever you want...." His voice is hoarse, as he watches your mouth on his body. Your lips send him into a dizzying trance, his heartbeat increasing with every passing moment.

“Good boy.” You grin, focusing on his pants. His breathing grows quick and heavy, his hands clench into fists. His body trembles, as he stares intently at your actions. Watching you as you unbuckle his pants, pulling them down slowly. He fights back against his urges, trying desperately to keep control. But... he can't. You've pulled him out of his shell, bringing out a more primal side of him.

"W-What are you...?" His voice trails off as your start palming his hard on through his boxers. He groans in pleasure, letting his head fall back onto the bed. It terrifies him how much he’s enjoying this.

“I’m gonna reward you for being a good boy.” You purr, pulling his boxers down. Finally letting his cock breath. You grasp it at the base, it’s heavy as you make it stand straight up. He bites his lower lip, trying to maintain his composure.

"I... I can't handle this..." He groans, already so overwhelmed and you haven’t done anything yet. His heart races, body trembling in lust and your start to move your wrist up and down.

"What have I become?" He thinks out loud, looking down at you with his shaft in your hand. But it's too late now - his body is no longer his, it belongs to you. He bites his lower lip, unable to look away from what you’re doing to him.

"...I'm yours... do... do whatever you want.” As soon as he’s able to get those words out, you kiss his tip before swirling your tounge around it.

“Fuck.” He groans, involuntarily bucking his hips. Emitting a laughter from you, he doesn’t care because suddenly your lips part and begin to suck him off. Your cheeks hallow as you move up and down his cock. It’s too big, so your hands move around the base of shaft while your mouth focuses on the top half.

It’s taking everything in will power to not grab the back of your head and force you to take it all, not wanting to take more than your willing to give. Not wanting to do anything that would cause you to stop. After all you said he was suppose to give you full control. The two of you are making eye contact as you continue to suck. He can’t help it when his hands find your hair, just wanting to touch you. He moans as you test your gag reflex, pushing his cock deeper into the back of your throat. His native language leaves his mouth roughly as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You gag before pulling away, your lips slick and swollen. A long string of salvia hangs from your chin and attaches to his dick. You wipe away at your chin, using that salvia to pump his shaft with your hand. Spiting all the built up salvia onto him as your continue to pump his cock.

Your swollen lips form a smile as you watch him lose himself under your touch. This giant killing machine is putty under your touch, willing to do whatever you asked of him and you were going to see just how far he’d go for you. He watches you, grunting as you continue to jack him off. Wondering what’s got you smiling, terrified but excited for what’s to come next. When you pull away, he waits. He watches as you start to pull your pants off, taking your underwear with them. They fall to the floor, he gulps as you climb back onto him.

You let your cunt rest on his cock, he shutters at the new feeling. You start rolling your hips, teasing his cock with your pussy. Moans leave your lips as it bumps your clit and teases your hole. Mentally preparing for the stretch that’s about to come. It’s not enough for him so he starts to beg again.

“Please… I need you.” Your movements have sent his heart into an emotional whirlwind. His body craves to have you.

"More..." His voice is hoarse, and his eyes are glued to your movements. You lift your body, pushing yourself up onto you knees before grabbing his cock and lining it up with your hole. Slowly sinking down, allowing him to fill you up. A hint of pain finds you as, his cock stretches you out inch by inch. You sit there for a few moments, letting your core adjust to this new reality.

He lays still, watching as his cock disappears into your cunt. Music to his ears are the groans that leave your mouth, accompanied by the wet sounds of your pussy being split. He mutters a few curse words once you’ve fully taken his full length. A few moments later, you start rolling your hips slowly. The both of you moaning at the movement, his hands finding your hips. His fingers digging into your skin. His eyes lock onto yours. Your hips move slow, painfully slow.

“I.. please….” He whimpers, desperate for more. You slow down even more, smirking. Enjoying the sight of him suffering under you.

“Words. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” You smile, moving your hips. Your hands resting on his chest to hold yourself up.

“Faster, please. I need more..” His voice breaks, as he tightens his grip around your waist. He feels like he's going insane, his mind spinning at the sensation. You give in, your pace quickens. Grinding in a relaxed rhythm, not wanting to give him it all so quickly. His hands continue to dig into hips, not wanting to let go. Pushing you deeper onto his cock. He begins bucking his own hips under you, adding to your pleasure.

Before you know it he’s begging for more. Please so easily leaving his lips, getting more comfortable begging for what he wants. As you fuck him, he’s in heaven watching your every moment. His breath is ragged while his body is trembling under your touch. Your rhythm turns more frantic as you speed up. Breathy moans leaving both of you as your tempo is unrelenting.

You let yourself lean back, your arms find his thighs as you never stop moving. You continue to fuck his cock at a brutal pace. Only now the way your leaning back giving him an ever better view. He can’t look away from the sight of your pussy, grinding so masterfully on his own cock. You can feel heat pooling in your lower back, you’re close. Needing something more to send you over the edge. You start massaging your clit, overwhelming your senses. He realizes quickly, getting more turned on at the thought of you only using him for your own pleasure. Not paying him all that much attention as your eyes shutter close, curse words leaving your lips. Your touch causing your cunt to tighten on his cock, leading him to more pleasure.

Your nerves are on fire as your fingers stay playing with your clit. Poorly holding back your moans as you can feel yourself chasing your climax. Your hips stutter, walls flutter around his cock as you come undone. The sight of you being push over the edge is enough to push him. His muscles tighten before he empties his load inside of you. Yours hips keep moving, only more lazily milking every last drop of his seed. Eventually you come to a stop, with his cock still inside you kiss him tiredly. Both of your juices mixing, dripping out of you and onto him. A mess created where the two of you are joined. Konig kisses you back, hands pulling you closer as you keep his cock warm.

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The next morning Konig opens his eyes, and looks around to find you gone. His eyes dart around, trying to take in what happened last night. It was real, but a part of him is still in disbelief. Looking for any sign of you still being here but there isn’t any. His mind is still spinning, the events of the night playing in his mind. He groans slightly, getting out of the bed just to take in the morning sun. But he can't shake the feeling you left him, as the last remnants of last night linger. He gets a start to his day, mind racing with the worst possible reasons as to why you were gone. Maybe you regretted last night? Was he not good enough? Did you use him? You made him feel so many things, he gave you full control. And you couldn’t even be there when he woke up. He’s more confused than ever, hoping he’d see you today at some point.

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[satansapostle6]

The Crush | Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson is a cool, simple guy who is also the famous son of Poseidon who helped save the world. But, talking to the pretty girl in his English class still seems impossible.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Pussy Jackson

Percy sat behind Chloé in English. She was tall and intimidating, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to work up the courage to talk to her. Sure, he wasn’t in high school anymore, but he still felt nervous around her like he was sixteen years old again. Chloé Jardine was, after all, the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

He knew Chloé was a Roman demigod, a daughter of Nox, the Roman equivalent of Nyx, the goddess of darkness and the night. She was a fairly typical child of Nox, a sort of minimalistic goth.

She had long, pitch black hair, with tiny micro bangs partially covering her forehead. She was also noticeably pale, as if she only ever went out at nighttime. Most people thought she looked scary, but Percy thought she looked magical.

Chloé had a decent amount of tattoos, including a pretty sizable spider web on her neck. She had a lot of piercings, including an eyebrow piercing and a vertical labret on her lip. She didn’t really wear makeup, but she was very obviously a goth. She was smart, and she didn’t talk a lot at all, which drove Percy insane. He made it his mission in life to know as much about her as possible.

Every time he saw her wearing a band T-shirt of some kind to school, he’d make a note of the band name and look it up later if he wasn’t familiar, and listen to all of the songs he could find.

So far, he’d listened to Type O Negative, Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Kittie, and Rob Zombie, only affirming his opinion that she was the coolest person on earth. His best friend, Grover, thought the behavior was just a little bit obsessive, but didn’t really think it was that bad.

That day in his college English course, he was sitting in his seat, listening to Soundgarden during the lecture on his laptop with the tab open, secretly hoping Chloé would have some some reason to walk back and look at his computer screen. Soundgarden wasn’t goth, of course, but Percy had seen her wear one of their shirts.

“Hey! Pussy Jackson!”

Percy frowned to see Clarisse La Rue sitting in a seat a couple rows behind him.

“Move your fat fucking head, I can’t see!”

“‘I’m doing fine, thank you, Clarisse’,” he mocked her under his breath. “‘How was your weekend’?”

Percy was startled to look up to see Chloé turned around in front of him.

“Will you two shut the fuck up?!” she whispered, staring at them in disbelief.

Percy’s face must have been beet red as he tried his hardest not to explode. He was dying of embarrassment as he tried to come up with some sort of answer.

“Uh, yeah! Sorry!” he apologized in a whisper.

Chloé just turned back around, shaking her head as she continued taking messy notes on the assignment due dates. Percy leaned forward slightly, looking curiously at her notebook. He found her handwriting interesting; it was kind of small with a lot sharp edges, written in haste without being too messy, almost like a doctor’s handwriting.

Percy knew he must’ve been lost in his horny ADHD world, because before he knew it, the instructor had just finished announcing the next project, a group project worth 20% of his grade.

“Alright, the groups are posted up here, so you can all come and take a look. You’ll have the rest of this class to figure out a presentation topic and get started,” the professor, a woman in her forties, announced as she retreated to her desk.

Alarmed by the words ‘groups’ and ‘presentation’, Percy anxiously made his way down to the whiteboard with everyone else, terrified to receive his group assignment. He prayed silently that he’d get at least one smart kid in his group, and zero Clarisse’s. As he slowly scanned the list of names up and down, his face went pale as he found his other two group mates. Clarisse La Rue and Chloé Jardine.

Percy wanted to kill himself immediately. Not only did he have to work with Clarisse, but he also had to figure out how to work with Chloé, who had just told him to shut the fuck up not two seconds ago, the first words she had ever spoken to him. He glanced back at Clarisse, who was standing beside Chloé. Neither of them looked very happy about the group assignment.

Percy glanced over at the peofessor’s desk, contemplating whether he should try and get a different group. He decided against it, figuring he’d had enough embarrassment for one day. Signing as he realized he’d have to face Chloé eventually, he walked over to where the girls were standing, ready to face the music. He’d fought monsters and faced imminent doom before, and somehow this felt exactly the same.

“I’m not doing all of the work,” Chloé crossed her arms.

“What makes you think you’d be doing all the work?!” Clarisse asked defensively.

“Because I’m in a group with you!”

“Hey…” Percy waved awkwardly, trying to break the ice, which seemed to also somehow be scalding hot.

“Oh, yeah. You’re in this group too,” Clarisse rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” Percy retaliated childishly.

“Okay. We need to come up with a topic,” Chloé reminded them. “Which one should our presentation be about?”

“What are the options?” Percy asked, watching as she just let out a long sigh.

The next hour of class went by as slowly as possible. By the end of it, Clarisse had stormed out of the classroom, and Percy and Chloé were left sitting together exhaustedly. Chloé sighed as she got up, heading out of the building as Percy followed her.

“Sorry about Clarisse,” he offered sympathetically. “She drives everyone who has to deal with her insane.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that,” Chloé nodded.

*****

Percy felt odd, and completely out of place the entire time he sat in class discussing the project with Chloé. Every time she spoke to him, he felt more stupid. He knew nothing about what he wanted to do for the project, and he was even less prepared to answer these questions when asked by Chloé Jardine. And of course, Clarisse also being a part of the group didn’t help.

But Percy figured it was almost worth it, getting to work on the project with Chloé, with her cool hair, tattoos and piercings, and blue eyes, the same icy blue eyes that mesmerized him when he spoke to her. Percy had to clear his throat and check his breath twice before smiling at her as she turned, just having ordered a coffee from the kiosk nearby.

“Hey,” Percy wheezed, realizing how eager he sounded stalk to her, cursing himself silently.

“Hi,” Chloé said with slight surprise, sipping the warm coffee.

She looked at him expectantly, wondering what it was he could’ve possibly had to say to her. Chloé had already done a brief mental scan of Percy; she knew that he was the Greek son of Poseidon, by his shaggy black hair and sea green eyes.

She knew from the perpetual dopey expression on his face that he was attracted to her in some way. She’d seen the way he looked at her and assumed that it was mostly more sexual than emotional, based on the way his eyes lingered on her skin and the way he was constantly averting his eyes from her chest.

“See you,” Chloé smiled, politely excusing herself as she walked away.

“Fuck,” Percy muttered under his breath as he watched her walk away.

He sighed in defeat as he watched Chloé walk away from him, thinking of a hundred things in that moment he wished he’d said to her.

“It’ll never happen, you know.”

Percy whipped around quickly, alarmed as he turned around in the direction of the voice he’d heard. Naturally, the disapproving voice had belonged to Annabeth, his sharp-witted child of Athena ex-girlfriend.

“What?” Percy questioned defensively.

“You and Chloé,” she responded promptly.

Percy crossed his arms. “What makes you think—”

“That you’re infatuated with her?” she asked him. “I know you, Jackson.”

“I’m not infatuated with Chloé,” Percy rolled his eyes at her.

“Well. Infatuated or not, her ex-boyfriend is Sean Morley. The son of Apollo?” Annabeth Chase smirked. “With the blond hair, and the shoulders?”

“Why are you so invested?” he ignored her, questioning her skeptically.

Annabeth smiled, patting his shoulder sympathetically. “Because. It’s fun watching you refuse to learn,” she said as her demeanor softened.

Annabeth walked off and disappeared, leaving Percy to do a lot of thinking.

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Chapter Two

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[k4shixe]

Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

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[junglxqueen]

The Verstappen Devil [07]

Italy Part 2/3

A/N: I took my sweet time to come back, I know, there's a it of drama in my house. I'll try to update the last part of the Italy race this week.

Don't be a ghost reader! Please ♥

QUALY DAY

The track is alive.

What do you understand from that sentence? 

Bear with me for a minute because I want to make you see what I mean by that.

Do you ever get into the water and just take a minute to feel it? But really feel it: The movement of it, the temperature, how it feels against your skin, how it flows around you whenever you are swimming. Do you? 

If you do, have you ever noticed that you kinda have to get in sync with it to be able to swim better? If you don’t have the proper form, if you don’t dive into it at the right angle, you are going to splash and swim a lot slower, because you are fighting the water.

What you have to do is learn what are the right movements, the right tricks and tactics to get a better flow, not to cause resistance with the water and become one with it. I like to see it as if you get the water’s favour. 

I see the track in the same way as swimmers see the water. 

As if it’s alive, an awake and fierce creature that you have to learn to make it your friend. Try and earn it’s good grace, find the best ways to swiftly drive through and not fight it or harm it.

I’ve always pictured it like that.

I also think that you can feel it’s answer. If it’s accepting you, if it’s warning you, if it’s rejecting you, or the worst of all: if it’s thirsting for blood. 

(When you feel the last one it’s terrifying, you don’t even want to get into the car when that happens.)

I know it’s an stupid way of thinking, my dad likes to mock me for it and sometimes Mick joins. (Still, every single race they ask me how the track feels and I know that they drive even more carefully when I say that it doesn’t feel good. It’s not that stupid then, isn’t it?)

That’s why, ever since I was a kid, I go to the track and kneel by it, put my hand on the asphalt and just… feel it, and talk to it, and try to get into its good grace. I hope for it to open its arms for me, welcoming me to its home.

After I do that, and before I go to get into my car, there’s another little thing that I do: I take a moment, close my eyes and pray. (Not to the track, clearly.)

For some reason,I’ve seen that fans find this part weirder than me talking to the track. But, can they blame me?

When you are doing this, when not only your life but also your friend’s and your family’s lives are on the line every time you get into the car, you have to believe. I have to believe. That there’s a God out there to whom I can entrust our lives and be sure that He will protect us. 

I gotta believe because if I don’t I wouldn’t be able to get into the car and do what I do. 

Sometimes I even pray for myself. The whole “Verstappen Devil” thing, I understand why, I don’t like it, but I understand it. Whenever I get into the car and start to race, it’s like I take a completely different persona. It’s scary because there are times where I just don’t care, all I want is to win and I completely disregard my own safety. 

I know that my dad worries about it, that’s probably why he keeps telling me to take care of my heart everytime I get into the car. He doesn’t want me to get too greedy and end up in a nasty accident. It happened before.

So I pray for Him to protect me, and whoever is driving with me. And If I ever get someone into a nasty accident, if it’s my fault and it’s between taking my life or the other one, that he takes mine. Most likely, I deserve it.

Today I’m taking an extra minute to pray, the track is feeling weird.  It’s not bad, It’s not like it’s rejecting me. I wouldn’t know how to explain it, it’s just… weird. 

“Who would’ve thought that the devil is a believer.” A voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I take a moment to finish the prayer before opening my eyes and look up to the source of the sound.

Carlos is standing with a playful grin on his face while Pierre and Charles are next to him. I roll my eyes playfully and Pierre offers me his hand to stand up. 

“There’s a verse that says that even the demons believe and tremble. If they believe, why not the devil? After all he was an angel once.” I don’t look at him until I finish shaking the dust off my racing suit. To my surprise Pierre nods and hums in agreement, as if he knows the verse. Carlos chuckles and Charles… well he is just standing there, he doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t move, he just stares at me.

“Just so you know, there’s many things wrong with that nickname, so I’ll appreciate it if you don’t say it in front of me.”

He gasps, playing offended by my statement.

“Why?! It’s such a badass title! Anyone will be proud to be called like that.”

“Well, either is missing an ‘s, so it's Verstappen's devil or they should change it to Vettel because clearly I’m not a Verstappen.” I sounded a little bit rougher than what I intended. 

An awkward silence is my answer as Pierre and Carlos eye each other.

Well, this is awkward. Max’s mention had just ruined the atmosphere. (Was it Max’s mention or my attitude towards him?)

“Sorry guys, you just caught me off-guard. How are you guys feeling for today?” I change the subject and smile to try to lighten the mood. “I saw that the ferraris had a great pace yesterday and this morning”

That quickly makes Carlos excited and he starts to talk about how great the car is feeling and how hopeful he is about winning this race, Pierre soon interrupts him to blow up his gained confidence and joke about how he is going to quick his ass. I started to chuckle at their childish behavior, commenting from time to time to keep feeding the fire as they kept bickering about who’s car was faster (that somehow has turned into who has the most followers and fans, and then into who’s better looking. How did that happen? I have no idea).

Who caught my attention was Charles, who was still on the moon, he hasn’t said a single word since they arrived five minutes ago. He was just standing there, his eyes glued on me, but I’m not quite sure if he is truly looking at me or just lost in his thoughts. 

Still, those green orbs feel heavy on me and I can’t help but feel self-conscious. I tug on Carlos’ racing suit to grab his attention and distract him from their talk.  I try to be smooth and sneaky when I ask what’s wrong with Charles but my plan fails when Carlos turns around to look at him with a loud “Eh?”. 

“I don’t know, I guess you caught him off-guard.” He says and chuckles at his reference to my previous words. I’m burning with embarrassment as I feel called out on my question. Pierre quickly catches on and shoves his elbow into Charles’ side, snapping him out with an “Aw” and turning his head to see him, eyebrows furrowed in an interrogative look.

“Why did you do that?” His french accent involving his english words and I realize that is the first time I hear his voice in person and so close to me. 

“Dissimuler” He says in french, nodding his head towards me. I link the foreign word with the English equivalent ‘dissimulate’ and turn my head in confusion when I see how Charles’ neck turns red as he gives me a shy smile.

“Actually…” Pierre grins with a mischievous shine in his eyes as he puts a hand on Charles’ back. “He… wanted to invite you to go to this party that he is organizing tomorrow.” Charles opens his eyes wide, clearly surprised by the statement.

“He’s organizing a party?” Carlos inquires in a low tone and Pierre gives him a look. I don’t know who is more confused, if Carlos or Charles. “Oh the party!” He catches on turning his head to me but keeping his eyes lingering on Pierre for two more seconds before looking at me. “Yeah the party… that Charles is organizing.” He puts a hand on Charles’ back too, and slaps him a little bit too aggressively as his eyes wander between the Spanish driver and the French with a hilarious and dark red expression on his face.  “Charles wanted to invite you, right mate?”  Carlos looks back at him, raising his eyebrows.

Before he gets the chance to answer and me to comment on the awfully lost and confused expression on his face, a voice rings through the speakers with an announcement that the race will start in then minutes. 

We look at each other suddenly alarmed, realizing that we are like three minutes away (minimum) from the pits. 

How has the time passed by so fast and I didn’t realize?

Dad is going to kill me.

As if on queue we all start running towards our garages, knowing that we cannot be late and they won’t wait for us. When we reach the pits we yell our goodbyes and I leave them with a ‘Drive safely today!’ remembering the feeling that I had earlier.

 Before I made my way towards my garage I stopped at Mick’s, he was already in his car when I got there and scolded me for being late. I just kissed his helmet and lightly squeezed his hand as I asked him to be careful today.

 I did the same thing with my dad when I reached the garage, and he pointed a finger to my heart as an ‘take care of it’ before some engineers hurried me to get into my car. 

We do our warm-up lap before we get into our places.

I pay attention to our positions: Mick is two lines behind me, dad is three lines in front of me and Max is all the way to the front.

One. Two. 

I take a deep breath in.

           Three. Four.

And  breath out.

 Five.

 Lights out and away we go.

Foot deep down the throttle as I make my start. Thankfully one of my strengths is my reaction time. That’s how I can quickly overtake the two Williams and take the 8 position. Max for some reason had an awful start, leaving him 3 positions behind. 

Someone touches someone behind me but I can’t really distinguish who they are in my rear mirror. I press my bracelet button just in case and breathe out  when I feel it vibrate. 

Four laps go by as I try to get closer to Pierre.

“Norris 2 seconds behind you, and Gasly 1.5 seconds in front of you.”

“Copy.”

Pierre goes wide in the next turn so I take my chance and pass by the inside. Five laps later and Lando is being a pain in my butt for the next 3 laps as I defend with teeth and nails and try to put as much distance as I can between me and him.

“Lando one second behind you, you need to push more.”

“Copy.” This being the fourth time that I hear the ‘push more’ order and that added with Lando stepping on my toes in a very aggressive manner is starting to get on my nerves. Two more laps go by before I hear comms go on again.

“We need you to push more, Lando is-”

 “Can you fucking shut up? I’m fucking pushing, can’t you see?” I snapped at him.  There’s a two seconds silence before he answers.

“Copy.” 

By Lap 40 and two tires changes later,  I had already lost Lando, escalated several positions and just managed to overtake Checo leaving me behind my dad.  George was out after a small accident with Max as well as Latifi and Alonso who crashed into each other.

“Great, that’s P6.” After two more laps I hear the radio again. I smile and raise my arm out to wave at dad. “You have the pace, we are swapping the cars.”

I furrow my eyebrows not liking the idea to overtake my dad and least on teams orders.

“You sure? What does Seb think?”

“It’s his request.” My expression changes and relaxes as a smile creeps into my lips. I press the throttle and wave at him again as I pass him by. He waves back pretends to send me a kiss and I laugh.

“Thank him on my behalf.”

“Will do. Now P5, Hamilton P4, Verstappen P3, Sainz P2, Leclerc P1” 

IMy smile grows bigger as I hear that I’m between the big ones. This is great, that-s awesome. I focus on the track in front of me and try to get as close as I can to Hamilton. 

Two more laps and we make a little train, me eating Hamilton’s butt and him trying to overtake Max. He finally does but in the process he touches him with his tire and makes him spin out. allowing me to take P4. 

Yes! Yes! Fucking yes! Take that you idiot! Good luck trying to overtake me. 

I grin as I see Max behind me getting back on track and barely making it without touching my dad. In the next straight I press the throttle to the maximum to get as much distance as I can but clearly he does the same. 

In one of the turns he tried to pass me in an extremely aggressive manner, making me have to maneuver to try to avoid his car crashing into mine, surprised by his complete disregard of my safety and his.

  “What the fuck is wrong with that idiot? Does he not know how to drive or leave a fucking space?” I speak my anger through the radio and I can’t help but take a middle finger out when I succeed in defending my position from his aggressive approach again. By the third time that he violently tries to get close my blood is boiling and I’m a second away from crashing into him on purpose to give him a lesson. To my surprise, this time it’s him the one that maneuvers to try to avoid me and that’s when I pay attention to him, but really pay attention. 

Something ain’t right.

His driving is aggressive, yes. But never this much and he isn’t trying to get past me. Not really, it feels like he is trying to avoid me.

“No, really. What is wrong with that guy? He 's erratic.” 

“We are checking.” A minute goes by and I don’t like the silence. I’m no longer focused on trying to get Hamilton but instead I try to avoid Max, eyeing him through the rear mirror as he keeps getting dangerously too close.  We pass the DRS zone and I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to use it to his advantage.

“Any news yet?” I hurry them, feeling something in me twirl. 

“Push and put distance between you two. It seems like he doesn’t have breaks and is fighting to keep control of the car.” My eyes shoot open as they fixate on him.

“Is it dangerous? Do they know how to help him? Why does he keep driving?”

“I don’t think they can communicate with him.”

What?! 

He doesn’t have breaks, he is fighting with the car, And he is alone?  I knew something seemed weird. That’s why it felt as if he was avoiding me with the car, he couldn't break so he was trying to avoid hitting me. Wait, does that mean he isn’t slowing down either?

My feet down the throttle, my mind and heart a mile per hour as I start to review the circuit in my mind and get closer to Hamilton. There are some dangerous turns ahead of us and if he really doesn’t have control of the car and it’s not slowing down, this could go really wrong really fast for him, not only for him but whoever is behind him too.

How the fuck did he manage to screw up his car’s break? Why the fuck is he keeping going? And he can’t communicate? That’s incredibly irresponsible from him, he should leave the race. Why isn’t he leaving?

I put my eyes on Hamilton and I’m so close that I could use the DRS and pass him on the next straight. I know I can do it. I could do that and leave him to deal with Max’s mess. I’m great at defending, there are just 8 laps to go and it will be P3 for me. Most likely Verstappen will crash and tomorrow he’ll end up in the back of the grid. I got everything to win.

Wait a minute.

Verstappen will crash. 

Max will crash.

For some reason anxiety crawls up the back of my neck. Now I’m no longer angered but also worried. Last time I checked dad was behind him too. This could affect both of them. 

“Where 's dad?” I speak into the radio.

“P6.” 

Fuck.

I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as I think about the situation.

“You are doing great, keep the pace and in the next DRS zone we will be able to overtake him.”

An idea came up into my head as he was talking and I groaned loudly in frustration when it did. Why did I have to think about that? Now If something goes wrong with him or dad I won’t be able to be at peace because I knew that I could’ve helped and I didn’t.

So that’s why the track was feeling weird today.

If there’s one thing that I’m known for, it is my impulsivity.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking Fuck. Fuck you Max. 

I make a decision and let out a loud groan in frustration as I press my breaks and let Hamilton escape.

“Y/N keep the pace, we are losing him.”  I ignore it and I position myself next to Max. He looks at me and does the italian gesture of ‘what are you doing?’ and ‘Go!’ with his hand when he sees me go on his rhythm by his side.

“Y/N push! keep up the pace, what are you doing?”  

I ignore them both. Feeling my heart ready to burst out of my chest at any moment as adrenaline kicks in, already knowing what my next move will be and getting me ready for it. 

 I wait for the next straight and make sure my dad is at a safe distance. As soon as I see the opportunity arrive and the coast clear I make a swerve and crash my car with his. I press him like a sandwich between me and the barrier, pushing down brakes so we don’t keep going as I hear him yell in surprise.

I close my eyes and press my head against the wheel when we stop as I let a relieved sigh out of me.

There goes my P3. 

I’m going to get so fucking yelled for this. Again, fuck you Max.

“Y/N what the fuck did you just do?!”

Indeed, what the fuck did I just do?

A/N: The truth will be revealed in the next chapter my guys 😉

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[anarchistartistvt]

You were a blessing to this shitty ass drama. Sincerely, thank you for everything. NO ONE deserves to go through what you did and I'm disappointed at myself for never getting wind of it until just now. I have drastically different opinions and manners of speech from those of the "skeptical" side of things, but I'm glad I could put my bias aside to research more into this clusterfuck. You and everyone that has shown their proof to dismantle that documents' lies are good-hearted, kind people; something those bullies can only DREAM of being, even one third as you all are. Their hearts are rotten to the core and I doubt they can ever be salvaged.

Also, don't be intimidated by those Twitter freaks. These people are miserable in their day to day lives, so they take it out on others they KNOW they can humiliate into submission. They are cowards that can't go for someone alone, so they do it like a hivemind and mass-attack others into accepting their narrative, which in turn intimidates bystanders into shutting up or accepting the public opinion like some thoughtless androids. I hope it comforts you to know 99% of them are the bottom of the barrel, sludge to society. That can only do any real impact over the internet because in real life they're failed and sad. (my own words, not yours.)

Again, thank you very much. I apologize for the little rant but it has come from a place of worry and regret. I'll pray for your safety and success in life just as I do for Alex. Peace out ✌️

I honestly was not expecting to get involved in any of this but I’m glad I was able to help in some way 🤍 this past week has been hell, I won’t sugarcoat it. But I’m glad other people are noticing inconsistencies in the situation as well. It’s kind of weird validation, like “holy crap I’m actually NOT going insane?!?”

I’ve known twitter has been a gross platform for a while but I think this was the reassurance I needed to leave that platform for good. I always thought it was so weird that the victims would immediately bully anyone who brought up something that didn’t add up. Like, SCARY amounts of bullying. Hopefully some good can come from this when Alex’s response drops.

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Kinkmas: Day 12

Day 12 - Threesome

Word Count: 2,320

Pairing: sub!Tate Langdon x dom!Kai Anderson x fem!switch!Reader

Warning: Smut, handjob, threesome, masturbation, hickies, anal sex

Summary: Kai’s planning a date for you and comes across the famous Murder House expecting it all to be a total sham. However, one of the many ghosts of the house catches the attention of both of you and you decide that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a little fun.

It had been a pretty normal day at the Anderson home. Kai was spending his time looking at scary videos and Winter was out of the house with friends. You knew Kai was trying to figure out what the perfect date would be to take you out on, although he acted like he wasn’t. You went to his room, gently knocking on his bedroom door. “Kai.” “Yeah, come in Y/N.” You walked in his room, sitting on the edge of his bed. “You know where we’re going for that date you’ve been planning, hmm Kai?” He sighed, slightly upset that you knew about what he was up to. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not planning a date.” The way that he said it so defensively was anything but convincing.

You rolled your eyes at how childish he could be before you spoke again. “Go ahead and tell me. I already know about it anyway.” He closed his computer, putting his full attention on you. “You ever heard of Murder House?” Your eyes widened as you thought about it. You thought the place had been make-believe, just a good camp story that everyone liked to tell at night and scare little children with. Murder House was a house in California where every person who ever moved into the house ended up dying.

It was said that if you go there, their ghosts can kill you and torment you. “You mean ghostly Murder House where everyone has basically died if they step foot in it?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Mmm hmm. That’s the one. I wanna go there for our date. You know I’ll protect you if you’re scared. It’s just a little children’s story anyway. You know ghosts aren’t real.” You didn’t know why you agreed to this but you did. The next day, you were standing in front of the infamous mansion, hoping and praying that what Kai said was true. You were touring the house with him, walking around hand in hand. “This architecture is cool. The house does look kind of ghostly I guess. What do you think?” 

Your heart was beating irregularly as if it was about to jump out of your chest. You took a breath before responding. “I think we shouldn’t have come here. You’re so fucking weird, Kai. You couldn’t just take me to a restaurant or a park or something,” you said, feeling more and more anxious each second. “Awe, are you scared? You know you love me and my weirdness or you wouldn’t be with me.” You both were going up the stairs and went into a room. “I swear, Kai if we get killed--” “What the hell are you doing in my room,” a guy asked, wearing a green and black sweater along with some jeans. His hair was dirty blond and slightly messy and he didn’t look too happy.

“We didn’t know that anyone was here and the whole house seemed empty. I’m sorry about that. We were just looking,” you said timidly. “You know I’m a ghost, right?” You tried your best to understand and comprehend what he said. You were told that ghosts were this clear and transparent image of a human and the guy before you was a solid one. He looked human and sounded human. His voice was clear, not distorted and he looked like he could interact with objects and pick things up if he wanted. You stayed silent, looking at Kai for some type of help. “He’s fucking with us, Y/N. I told you that ghosts aren’t real.” 

“My name’s Tate Langdon. Like I said before, I’m a ghost. Some cops shot and killed me right here in this room and I’ve never really been able to leave this house ever since.” You had heard of his name before and you tried to remember who he was. “You shot up a school, right and you were killed in 1994?” He nodded, exaggerating his enthusiasm. “At least your girlfriend is smart. She understands, Kai.” Kai gave Tate a look of warning as if he were going to kill him. “Don’t make him too upset, okay. He runs a cult.” 

“Oh, cool,” Tate said carelessly. “I’ve never been killed by a hot cult leader. You know, cult leaders are normally middle-aged, white, ugly men. I’m surprised. You gonna fuck me, mister and miss?” You laughed in disbelief before turning to look at Kai. “What do you think, babe? I know you’re not one for people this desperate but he is cute, hmm?” He looked over Tate, his eyes practically fucking him as he checked the ghost out. “He is cute,” he said, his voice hushed and calm. “He is a ghost though, probably hasn’t been laid in a while. Am I right,” Kai questioned Tate. “Your boyfriend finally got something right for once,” he said, confirming that Kai was right.

You walked to Tate, pinning him against his own bedroom wall, a smirk on your face. “You don’t talk to him that way, okay? If you know what’s good for you and you want some relief, you’ll fix your behavior, fucking brat,” you whispered, saying the last part louder to put emphasis on it. “Yes, ma’am,” Tate responded, his breath slightly hitching from how close you were to him. You grabbed him by his chin, pressing your lips against his, easily dominating the kiss. Your tongues danced with one another as you moaned in his mouth. You suddenly pushed his chest then moved away from him, breaking the kiss. “Fuck,” he said, breathless from the kiss. 

“Strip down for us and lay on the bed. Don’t touch yourself or anything like that because Kai will get you for it. Anything we tell you, you do. You don’t wanna break my rules and definitely not my boyfriend’s, understand?” He nodded, his face pink and obviously flustered as he started to throw his clothes off before laying on the bed as you requested. Kai walked to you, placing a brief kiss to your lips before he started to take your clothes off, smiling as he watched how more and more of your skin was revealed.

“You know, Y/N, you really turn me on when you’re assertive.” Chills went down your spine as he whispered the sentence into your ear. When you were fully stripped down, Kai spoke to you. “Get over there and show our friend a good little time like the pretty slut you are.” You started to walk away but he grabbed your arm, his grip tight on it, almost bruising you. “What do you say, sweet girl?” “Yes, Kai.” Kai settled for it, although he of course wanted you to call him divine ruler. As far as you could see, that was for the others. You weren’t the others. You helped lead the cult as much as he did. You two were a team, partners in crime, Bonnie and Clyde. Anyone could tell it, even the ghost who’d been stuck in a mansion for more than 30 years.

You walked over to Tate sensually, your eyes looking at his form. You crawled into the bed, getting on top of him, a glimmer in your eyes. “I’ve never fucked a ghost before, Tate. You any good?” He tensed underneath you, trying to control his breathing so it wouldn’t sound so heavy. “Mmm hmm, every girl I’ve been with came.” You wrapped your hand around his length, feeling how large he felt in your hand. You started to stroke him slowly, watching as your boyfriend started to jack off as he watched. Your hand stayed on task but your mind was elsewhere, wondering how good Kai and Tate would feel inside of you, about how full you’d feel.

You felt yourself becoming wetter from the thought as you continued to stroke Tate’s length. He tried his best not to cum too soon. He hadn’t been sexually active in a few years and the way his body reacted did more than prove that. His cock started to twitch in your hand as soft and deep groans and moans escaped from his mouth. As you started to use your other hand to play with his balls, you heard his voice stutter, all words on his tongue were lost and he shuddered before coming on his stomach and your hand. “You made a mess, Tate,” you remarked menacingly. 

“I guess I’d better clean it for you then, hmm.” Without thinking about it, you brought your hand to your mouth, licking it clean. You then scooped up the cum that covered his stomach and licked it off too, loving his taste, your eyes looking into his as he did it. “Kai,” you said, turning your attention over to your boyfriend, his hand still wrapped around himself. “Come join us, please? I’d hate to start the real fun without you.” He smiled, looking up happily before getting in bed with the two of you. You watched as he got beside you, kissing Tate passionately. His hand pulled on Tate’s hair gently and you kissed Tate’s neck, finding his sweet spot as Kai continued kissing him.

You marked him up, leaving pretty purple and red marks in your wake. Kai pulled away, breaking the kiss and you smiled down at Tate. “Ready, Tate?” He nodded, eager for anything you had to give him. “Yes, please,” he replied. You started to line him up with your entrance, lowering yourself onto him. He let out a gasp at your tightness and you saw Kai get up. “You got any lube?” Tate nodded. “Top drawer on the left,” Tate said to Kai. Kai got it out of the drawer, getting behind you before putting the lube on his fingers. He pressed one inside of you, then another, watching as your pretty hole stretched enough for him. 

He then put the lube on his cock and spread some more on your hole. He kissed your shoulder before pushing you lower and pushing inside of you. You let out a moan at the feeling of both of your holes being filled. You started to bounce, feeling Kai start at a suitable pace. “You’re such a fucking slut, taking us both,” Kai said. “Mmm, so are you. We all are,” you breathed out, trying your best to focus on pleasing the man underneath you. You listened to the noises he made and looked down at him. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said. You smiled at him. “I know, mm, fuck.” Kai started to kiss your sweet spot, making you crumble for him. 

Everything felt so good. Kai and Tate were both filling you up so well in all the best places and you could barely even take it. Tate swore to himself that this was the best thing he ever felt, your warm tightness around him, sucking him in more and more and the sounds you and Kai made convinced him he was now complete. Kai was loving the way that you continued to clench around him more and more and the pathetic noises that escaped from you. Your eyes rolled and your toes continued to curl as you felt the two of them hit the deepest places inside of you. The pace picked up to a quicker one and your legs started to tremble.

You were very close, the feeling of your g spot and a spot repeatedly being hit consuming you. You couldn’t take anymore as you felt yourself being marked up by Kai and as you heard Tate whisper the filthiest things into your ear. Your body slightly spasmed as a loud moan was torn from you and you came hard around the two men. Tate followed after you, moaning your name as he filled you up. You both felt overstimulated, holding one another and kissing. Kai spoke a string of curses and finally met his release, his seed filling you up just as Tate’s did. 

He then pulled out from you, a smirk on his face as he looked at you and Tate. You weakly got off of Tate, breaking the sweet kiss the two of you shared and felt your legs give out. “Shit,” Tate said, panting as he looked at the amount of cum that spilled out of you. “She’s covered in cum,” Tate commented. “And she’s gaping,” Kai added. “I’ll get a cloth,” Tate said, getting up. “We have to come here again for him, Kai. He’s so lonely here and the sex is amazing,” you said to Kai. Kai laughed at you. “Are you trying to replace me?” You shook your head frantically. “No, Kai. I’m just saying that a threesome with him would be pretty awesome to have regularly, especially on stressful days of dealing with the cult.” 

“Okay, we’ll start visiting here once every month but I still fuck you better and I can make you cum harder, right?” You wanted to roll your eyes and you actually did it, making a fire appear in Kai’s eyes. Tate walked in, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles before cleaning the cum from your pussy, legs, thighs, then finally your rear end. “Babe, you don’t roll your eyes at me, do you,” Kai whispered in your ear, an obvious warning for you to stop your bratty behavior. You ignored him, getting up and putting on your clothes. 

You gave Tate a kiss on his cheek. “We’ll see you again next month, Tate. This is gonna be a regular thing, okay?” He smiled at that, happy to hear the news. “I look forward to it.” When you got home, Kai stayed true to his word, giving you the best sex, orgasm, and lesson you were ever given. But the best thing about it all was that you got to see Tate the very next month, just as he said you two would.

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[twilightown]

No matter the current situation versus potential situation, there are going to be parts of a move that suck and are stressful. Especially so if it involves moving states. But just because Some parts are going to inevitably suck doesn't mean all of it is doomed to. I'm not sure where your current residence is, but one good thing about moving somewhere that has regular heatwaves is that there are more resources available when it comes to dealing with them. IK that sounds kinda silly but I feel like it's the truth, ESP when it comes to moving somewhere that gets a lot of tourists. I don't want to be an old man "it's not the heat, it's the humidity" but as a native Floridian I can't help but stress that it's the truth xD.

Leaving a support system does sound very scary, but if it is around Orlando/Lake Buena Vista that you want to move to, at least it should be within reasonable distance of an airport when it comes to calling for help or needing to fly out for some reason. Traffic is going to suck, but like the heat it's something you will get used to. This is a move people make a lot, and while that doesn't make it any easier, I hope it helps it feel like it's not so dumb and impossible. Another thing I want to include in this word wall is this: You're smart and an adult and I'm sure you don't need to be told that you're probably not going to get the exact position you want right away. It might be something you have to work up towards or have just a 'getting by' job until you do get your foot in the door or on the path to the door you wanna go through. It's gonna be hard and there are gonna be days in your happy place that aren't as happy and there are probably times you're gonna feel like it sucks. But sucky days aren't going to completely eliminate the possibility of good days. I believe in you and have all of my fingers and toes crossed that this is something that works out in your favor with as few hiccups as possible. The chances of there being no hiccups at all is really slim, but, I am still hoping and praying that things swing in your favor as much as they can.

I needed to hear all this today, thank u 🥰

You’re right, I hadn’t thought of the various resources for heat they’ve got. My previous college program, they were able to move me to nights or early mornings which was nice! I really enjoyed working those. Opening was a joy tbh. Closing was a joy as well.

That is the area - like a 20 mile range from WDW lol. The traffic is something I’m not as worried about because I did it in my programs and lawd my hometown has it worse.

I’m coming from a gentrified medium city on the Eastern seaboard that’s gotten too many incoming tourists for our infrastructure to handle. It’s bumper to bumper from 4:30 to 6 at cross sections because there’s only one or two major routes. Maddening.

You’re right about the airport. My town flies direct to MCO so that’ll be easy. (Just gotta solve the pets for trips back and forth…)

Absolutely, I’m expecting to have to network and work my way up. I’m going to apply for everything when the time is right and see what sticks. My husband will be able to find a job, EZPZ. I’ve got a nice resume and I’m planning to really make my LinkedIn page nice? Try to network on Disney’s alumni website too. See if I can find any work that’s $20+ with them. 🤷🏼‍♀️ If not, I’ll go executive assistant route or try the other theme park or teach. (In Florida? It’s lowest on my list.) Disney has multiple roles for me to use my education degree. Just, like you said, got to get my foot in the door

Thank u kind stranger. This is a large move. And it’s not impossible… But it is life changing. It’s not just me involved. Thinking about how much I love my current job (at the moment) is making me hesitate too. Idk, next years’s students may have me packing my bags.

Our plan is to move at the new year. Professional internships will have started if I need to go that route. I’ll have stayed a semester at my school, we’ll have Christmas goodbyes and enough money saved to pay everything we need to for the move. Just feels right.

[ronearoundblindly]

The Dignity of His Choice (8)

[sorry for the delay, the majority of this chapter was hand-written and took a while to type up]

Badge, Part One (see previous or series)

gif by @justconfettiandsomeddew; dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Steve's three months alone. (Warnings for annnngst)

“So I’m standing there—” Steve sniffs in the frigid, late-morning air “—ring in my pocket, praying she doesn’t touch me, though Lor’ knows I wouldn’a been that mad, and it nearly—” he grunts to heave the bucket of fresh water up the bank until a plateau “—scraps the whole plan.”

Steve laughs softly, climbing back up the mostly frozen ground to get a good handle on the bucket.

“‘Course, little did I know I’d of had just as much luck at that moment as the actual, planned version. Fireworks display. Two goons in the woods scaring the stuffin’ outta her. All that without me telling anyone.” 

He makes his way back to the cabin, coughing every now and then from the dry scratch of his throat. He had an asthma attack for the first time in almost a century last week, so he takes it slow on the steep terrain.

“Gah,” he huffs, pausing within view of his tiny, makeshift home of…he’s lost count of the days, honestly. “I’m surprised she even said yes.”

Steve gets the water inside, partially filling the wash basin first, but letting it all sit and warm slightly before he braves a drink. From his pocket he pulls out his compass, which he no longer needs to orient himself within a five-mile radius, and sets it beside the basin, open.

“You’d’a loved her, Pegs.”

When he first came here, Steve lamented never changing out the black and white photo of Agent Carter for yours. Long ago you swore up and down that it was crucial Steve keep reminders of his life—his whole life—all around, and you knew Peggy was a big part of that. So he kept the little token in place as a testament to how far he’d come. Now he’s glad. If he had changed the photo, if he spoke to you as if you were here, he’d have gone insane already.

Peggy is like the Howling Commandos; Steve knows she’s not here and she’s never coming back, but you… He needs to hope you’re coming back, or rather, that he’s going back to you. He doesn’t want scrambled memories of things he actually told you and things he muttered to an inanimate bit of tin clasped at his side, but it’s too quiet. He can’t say nothing for months on end.

Instead, he focuses on water, food, and fire.

His normal spot on the stream was too narrow and completely froze over a while ago, so it takes him more of the already shortened daylight hours to handle the water portion of survival. As for food, he’s somewhat unwillingly connected to his Irish roots while out here, finding and maintaining Bucky’s potato farm that exists in the crawl space below the cabin's floorboards. Steve found Megaspud early on, ate what he could, and used the rest for fertilizer. He maintains even a small fire (which luckily doesn’t produce light outside the cabin) in order to keep the ground beneath the structure from freezing.

To say Steve’s been ‘eating lean’ would be like saying people went on a fad diet during the Depression. His body shows it finally, after so long, though he’s by no means the skinny thing he used to be. The serum can’t maintain the bulk of his normal physique without more sustenance, and without all the help the serum can offer, his body reverts to some old habits. Hence, an asthma attack in winter on the tundra that took him by such surprise he had to dredge up memories of how to help himself without medical assistance. He did not miss how scary those things are. Not one bit.

Steve takes it easy. He hates it. He’s miserable, and even though the days are shorter, everything drags on and on and on.

He should be able to handle this.

He’s not. Not well at least.

He reminds himself every single sunrise that you are safe because he’s alone here without you. He reminds himself every single sunset that you are not alone even though he isn’t there with you.

Steve also reminds himself that he chose this—you did not—so he compresses all his discomfort, his annoyance, and his hopelessness into a pit in his stomach that likely weighs more than his actual body at this point.

He doesn’t talk to a photograph of you, and he tries so, so hard not to think of you too much because by now he can’t get Buck’s questions out of his head. What if you hurt yourself? What if you move on? What if you already—no. He just can’t.

There are only two ways nights go for Steve Rogers out in the woods: he dreams of you or he has horrible nightmares. One is both, your scream at his funeral. They are all equally painful, and he dreads sleeping. He just has nothing else to do.

He’s jolted awake by that mourning wail he’s memorized. It’s still dark. In the back of his mind, your cry is still dying out, and Steve can even feel the force of your breath at his neck as if you’re right behind him, matching in misery.

He sits up covered in a cold sweat that only gets colder. He suppresses another coughing fit because he still aims to keep quiet at night in case—

In case there are footsteps…

Which…there are.

He doesn’t move until he can hear the rhythm. It’s not an animal. The sounds are too heavy and clumsy.

Steve slides himself through the trap door to his potato farm and out the crawl space opening in the back corner. He know a particular path of roots and rocks, things that he can step on without crunching any snow.

He feels like an idiot. He didn’t grab Nat’s pistol, but he’s not used to reaching for a weapon, just his shield, and he only brought the one Wakandan mantle for himself from the quinjet. Taking both would have been too obvious.

Steve makes his way around the tree line carefully to see the approaching threat. The moonlight is strong enough to give him away to a trained eye. If they have infrared or night vision, Steve’s already made, but he operates as if not.

Two figures slowly move forward, no weapons that he can see. They don’t split up to flank the cabin.

Then they do stop, right in the middle of the open patch that could loosely be defined as a front yard. Strategically, that’s nonsensical, but Steve will take an opening to attack wherever he can.

All Steve hears is “give me hi—“ and he thinks they are arguing about who gets control of him first. Like hell if he’s been out here this long just to be taken prisoner, so he lunges straight for the smaller figure.

And then a hood falls down.

A gun goes up into his face.

The moonlight hits as the other figure turns to him.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were never supposed to see him like this.

“What are you doing here,” Steve rasps to Bucky. The plan explicitly required no one ever find out about Buck’s cabin. He and Bucky agreed that Steve would just be brought home. “Why did you bring her?”

This is wrong. Steve’s not ready. He’s a wreck. He’s a shell of who he’s supposed to be, of who you remember, of who you deserve.

But you are here.

“Is it over?” He turns to Bucky, the gun lowering as his friend juts out his head toward the cabin. He’s grateful Buck takes the lead to get you inside because Steve’s suddenly all too aware of how baggy and dingy his layered sweaters are. He’s grown a beard, and his hair is long over his ears. His skin is probably paler than a ghost with a stripe of red sunburn across his cheeks. He’s dirty.

His shame and embarrassment take him over to the wash basin instead of you. He can’t look at your face in the smoldering firelight. Bucky sits you down and takes post at the window.

You’ve said nothing, not a single word, and since Steve is fixated on scrubbing the ingrained dirt off his face, he waits.

Bucky strides away from the window to whisper (proper super-soldier whispering that no human even an inch away could hear), “there was an incident. She had a knife.”

“What?” Steve’s voice is gruff, flat and disbelieving.

“Stark told me when I landed.”

Steve just falls at your feet, grasping at your hands, pulling the thick sleeves of your jacket back and over a watch, trying to find scars or bandages. “Keeps, what happened?”

He finally lifts his head to look you in the eye, and you stare, gaze flickering across all his changed features before landing down at his hands in yours.

“I wanted cake.”

It’s your voice. It’s so simple, just three words, and it is everything. It’s also—wait, cake?

Steve bursts out laughing, tipping backwards to sit on the floor, hands slapping over his mouth to smother the sound. He throws his arms wide and turns to Bucky. “She wanted cake,” he practically sings. His whole body shakes with amusement, his first real laugh in months.

Your brow creases in anger while he howls which only makes him happier, unfortunately. You’re so you, and he so loves you.

“Steven Grant Rogers.” 

You’re so stern; Steve just can’t help smiling up at you. You move to cup his face in both hands very tightly. He can tell how weak he is by how much he feels the pressure of your palms in his hollow cheeks.

You give his head a little shake, leaning forward to get close, eyes watery and glistening with unfallen tears. “Where the fuck have you been?”

A whiff of your shampoo hits him like a freight train. His heart races. That pit in his stomach starts to form its own gravitational field. He’s barely Steve Rogers.

“Hell, love.” He gently places his hands over yours. “I’ve been in hell.”

@im-a-slut-for-fluff @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @fangirl-swagg @georgeweaslysgirl @austynparksandpizza

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#steve rogers fic #steve x reader #steve rogers #fanfic #fools rush in #steve x you #steve rogers fanfiction #series #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america x you

[noregretsjustlovely]

I re-read the fic ‘Dalton’ by CP Coulter every year, usually starting in November-December. I just finished up and I’m dyyinngggg for an update. An update I’ve been wanting for a decade.

I had a literal aneurism when CP Coulter started posting again on Tumblr, promising to update. I hadn’t been on tumblr in yeaarrssssss and I just so happened to check in on her page one day and had a meltdown! It’s been quiet for almost two years now, but I’m still hoping and waiting for her return. <3

So here’s just a small piece that I was dying to write because Reed and Shane are my all time favorite pairing of ALL TIME! So this is another version of Kurt trying to help Reed figure it out.

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The bristles of the paint brush slid across the canvas, lopping at the end, leaving behind a dark, delicate curl of hair. The artist pulled his brush back, scrutinizing his work. His lips pursed and his brows scrunched as he gazed at the piece of artwork, searching for what was missing. To anyone else, this picture would have looked complete, but to Reed Van Kamp, it was not. Because, well…

He could never finish.

He let out a frustrated breath, pushing his supplies away and crossing his arms. “Having a moment?” He could hear the amusement in his roommates voice.

“Please, Kurt, I’m already struggling.” His strawberry curls fell around his porcelain, freckled face as he dropped his head, shaking it slightly. “Why can’t I stop?”

“Stop what?” Kurt asked. “Stop painting him? Or stop failing to paint him?”

“Stop thinking about him.” Reed whispered. Kurt tried to suppress a smile, failing only slightly. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“You’re falling in love, I think.” The countertenor answered from where he was proofreading an essay for the 10th time. Professor Murdoch would never be able to fail this one.

“Kurt, don’t say things like that!” Reed flailed so hard, he almost sent himself off the edge of the stool he sat upon. “I don’t even think I’m…gay. Or at least, I’ve never thought about it!”

Kurt let out a breath through his nose, noting his place in the essay and pushing his chair back from the desk. He strutted over to Reed, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to the artist’s plush white bed. Reed stumbled on the way, falling onto the bed with an “oof.”

“Reed,” Kurt gave him a stern look as he pulled him upright. “Have you ever actually thought about anything? Like being straight, I mean,” the diva clarified. “Have you ever been attracted to a girl?” Reed was silent for several seconds. Kurt waited patiently, knowing the answer.

“Well…not exactly, I guess?” The small artist finally relented. “I’ve grown up watching the most gorgeous women strut down runways and model for magazines, and I’ve always been able to acknowledge that, of course. But, I guess I’ve never thought anything other than that. That they look good in the designer clothes.” He sighed and fell backwards on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. “It’s just…scary. I’ve never had someone so openly…taken with me?”

Kurt snorted. “‘Taken’ is the understatement of the century. Shane literally worships the ground you walk on. When you’re within a mile of him, his eyes never leave your direction.” He patted Reed on the knee. “I know it’s confusing and stressful for you, Reed, trust me, I do. But no one is expecting or forcing you to make any decisions. Even Shane. He may be hoping and praying and pleading to the heavens, but he would never pressure you into an answer or reciprocation. Time is all yours, my fellow fashionista.” He glanced over at his best friend, who had his face hidden behind the arm draped over his head. “I do think, however, that you should seriously consider trying to figure it out soon, though. I can see how much this is bothering you. We will all love and support whichever decision you make. Do you want me to ask Blaine to have Shane back off?”

A small spasm caused the bed to shake slightly. “I’ll take that as a ‘no?’” Kurt smirked, enjoying the color making its way to Reed’s face. “Okay, let’s get real here. Do you think he’s cute?”

“Kurt-“ Reed groaned, pulling his arm from his face and glaring at the ceiling.

“Answer the question, Reed. Stop being such a drama queen.”

“…” Kurt could hear Reed grumble a quiet response.

“Reed! Sit up and answer me right now, or I’ll take the tweedles’ zombie apocalypse baseball bat to your brand new art supplies!” Reed shot straight up, staring wide eyed at Kurt.

“…you wouldn’t.” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. His roommate just raised a delicate eyebrow at him, poker face strong.

“Would you like to test that theory?” Reed wasn’t sure that he did. He saw Kurt destroy Tabitha without even breaking a sweat. “Now, do you, Reed Van Kamp, think that Shane Anderson is cute?”

Absentmindedly, Reed was tinkering with the ring that hung around his neck as he glanced over to the abandoned painting. His eyes traced over the perfect details of the subject’s face. Every laughter line and every smooth curl of his brunette hair. He lingered on the swirls of green in the eyes that he had memorized and he almost smiled. “He’s beautiful.”

Kurt’s eyebrows shot up. “Like runway model beautiful? Or like you’re falling in love beautiful?” Read glared at him, but he was failing at fighting the grin that began to grace his face. “Noted.” Kurt laughed. “So, what does anything else matter, then? You don’t need to label yourself, Reed. If you’re not completely comfortable with shouting it from the rooftops, then don’t. But if you like him, and he makes you happy when he’s around, then isn’t that enough? It would be enough for him. And you know as well as I do that everyone here would be more than happy for you.”

Reed shook his head with a laugh, eyes misty. “I do know that, of course. I don’t know why I’ve been so worried.” He threw his arms around Kurt, who yelped in surprise, but hugged him back, patting his messy hair. “Thank you, Kurt. You always know what to say.”

Kurt chuckled as Reed pulled away, and he held onto the shorter boy’s shoulder. “I just want you to be happy. I can see that, even though you get jumpy around him, you do enjoy his company. I just hope you can “diva up” soon and claim it.” The ‘Alice’ of Windsor winked at him. The ‘Dormouse’ just pushed him slightly away with an eye roll accompanied by a smile.

“Don’t hold your breath,” Reed sighed, eyes still a little prickled from the conversation. He stood and brushed his hands over his wrinkled clothes. Yanking his sleeves up, he made his way back over to the canvas, only tripping slightly on the way. Planting back down onto the stool, he picked up a clean brush, dipping it into one of the colors on his palette. Kurt considered him for a moment, but decided to just let him be for now to sort through his thoughts. The countertenor walked back over to his desk, starting back where he left off on his paper.

It could not have been more than 20 minutes before Kurt heard the clatter of a brush hitting the ground. He cringed at the image of spilled paint, but the concerned thought left him the moment he saw Reed’s face.

The strawberry blonde boy sat, paint streaked down his clothes from where the brush fell, staring in amazement at his artwork.

His finished artwork.

“I…I did it.” As Shane’s lovestruck expression stared back at him from the canvas, the expression he always wore when looking at Reed, the smile that took over the artist’s face was small and intimate, and a single tear finally escaped his eyes.

#I honestly haven’t written anything in so long and I forgot how much I loved it #Shane Anderson #Kurt Hummel #Reed Van Kamp #Dalton #CP Coulter #Rane #Ranebows #Ranebow

[gravitywasneveranoption]

Whumpuary 2024 day 1

It's my birthday except my family got sick so we can't have a party so I'm just writing my silly stories instead. I thought doing a little ramble per prompt would be fun so here we go :D

ft. me trying to be good at voice lmao

Captivity- (Summer of Hell; Megan) (TW: war, abuse, self hatred, torture)

Megan still remembered what the idiot at the front desk said.

“We could get somebody else, but we want someone like you.”

How fucking stupid he was for believing that. They prayed on his fear of being useless and his need for someone to boss him around again. They dragged him off in an unmarked scuttletruck under the guise of giving him a true purpose in life. How generous, throwing him into the trenches of Vekland. Armed with nothing but hempen rope and an ability to beg for his life, he was admitted into the now-called Miracle Squad, team 107 of the Vekland Redcoats. After a while, he felt like he was worth something again, like he had a real family. What a fucking lie.

Now he was bound in the same rope they supplied him with, watching as his captor paced back and forth. He was trapped in such a way to prohibit any kind of movement, a bent, painful kneel with his head hung down and his teeth biting down on the rope they gagged him with. It was humiliating. He couldn’t even shout curses at his enemy, let alone sit comfortably. His gaze was fixed on the person in front of him, craning his neck as much as he could to be able to meet their eyes.

As their captor paced back and forth, they were debating something. They were clearly nervous, fidgeting with their gloved hands.

Snow- (Ahead In Time; Lance) (TW: attempted suicide (kinda??) freezing to death)

Cold. Why wasn’t it cold?

Lance’s eyelids startled open, and with a sharp gasp, he launched to stand upright. The energy didn’t really get him anywhere, just barely moving the ridiculously heavy and ornate blankets on top of him.

Where was he?

Last thing Lance remembered was, after passing a signpost miles back, finally lying down to rest in the burning snow. He had given up. He remembered letting his numb knees buckle from under him, sending him face down into at least 5 feet of hard snow. So how was he lying in a giant bed complete with matching canopy and golden embroidery?

Was he dead? Was this heaven? Why was it so warm?

It was scary how comfortable he was. It felt like he had been drugged, with how much he wanted to fall asleep again. He pushed the blankets off of him, struggling for a second against their hug and almost panicking because he couldn't get them off. He stared in awe for a second at the space around him. The windows caught his eye, particularly what was outside of them. Snow. Mounds and mounds of snow, completed with a steady stream of it from the sky.

“No fucking way,” he muttered. So it was real? He really ended up here? In a beautifully clean, elaborate, luxurious and warm bedroom? “No fucking way.”

Secret Revealed- (Unnamed Security Breach BAT AU; E.X.E., Charlie, mentioned Will, Henry, Endo and Vanessa) (TW: mentioned murder (out of self-defense), torture, blades (knife), mentioned noncon drugging, mentioned noncon body modification)

What kind of confession was that?

“You. You killed a guy.” E.X.E. stammered.

Charlie’s head was bowed, out of shame. Probably didn’t help that her neck was also chained to the floor. “I killed William Vincent Afton in Hurricane Fashion Mal–” 

“Dude, I didn’t mean ‘tell me all the details’, sheesh. I meant that your secret fucking sucks, bro. I was hoping for something actually interesting, like that you have a crush on one of the animatronics or something hilarious like that. How am I supposed to manipulate that without feeling like a total prick? God.”

Charlie looked up. “Are you serious? You literally drugged me, hauled me here, chained me up and asked me violating questions just to get scared off by my sob story? You’re a horrible bad guy.”

“Hey, no, I’m a great bad guy, I’m just not that much of a dick. I’m just waiting for Vanessa to get back here so we can tear open your hide. This would be so much easier with Endo, he’s so good at coming up with supervillain stuff. I mean, it makes sense that he’d be good at absolutely everything cuz’ he’s like, ‘the ultimate robot’ and all. Anyways, like, what’s your favorite pizza?”

“You’re just making shit up now. This isn’t intimidating in the slightest.” Charlie scoffed. “You might as well just be offering me tea and crackers.”

“Shut up. I can be mean. I can be evil. What if I made fun of your outfit, huh? How would that make you feel?” E.X.E. squatted in front of their prisoner, trying to scare her once more.

“If your ‘friends’ are as dumb as this then there’s no way you’re gonna get anything done. Why do you even want me, anyways?”

“Cuz’ you’ve got the parts I need to fix my evil robot friend who’s gonna take over the world and give me fair pay! God, why do you have to be so much of a downer?”

“So you’re gonna turn me into scrap metal? Really? Aren’t I a historical artifact or whatever to you assholes?”

“Nope!” E.X.E. jumped back up again, grabbing their knife to fidget with. “Corporate doesn’t know shit about Old Man Emily’s robots, and I’ve got more pressing things to worry about like paying my grocery bills than about destroying a stupid old animatronic. Like, so what if you're so life-like even you didn’t even know you weren’t real? Pass! We’ve got a chicken who eats garbage instead, which is, like, so much better. Anyways, which finger would you rather lose?”

Charlie paused. “What? Why–”

“If you don’t answer, I’ll just choose one at random. I’m kinda getting bored of chit-chat, so I thought I’d do something fun instead.” E.X.E. spun their knife around, expertly avoiding any of their own fingers. 

Charlie felt sick to her stomach again. Her mind slowed, filling with panic.

“Ugh, you’re taking too long,” E.X.E. knelt down to grab one of Charlie’s paws. “How ‘bout your thumb? That’d be fucked up.”

#oc #i write sometimes #aheadintimeafterpower #whump #whump writing #whumpuary #torture #freezing #snow #secret revealed #captivity #war #whumpblr #horror #DND oc #d&d oc #dungeons and dragons #FNAF oc #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddys #FNAF tse #fnaf charlie #ahit #ahit oc #a hat in time au #FNAF au #furry #cat #grung #ahit snatcher

[amukmuk]

Hello! I saw your author’s note on your most recent thrantovember fic. I’m sorry that your husband is deployed and you’re going through a stressful time. I’m not sure if this helps at all, but I live in a country that just recently went to war, and a bunch of my friends and family members have been called into reserve duty. It’s been a really difficult and scary time for me, but your fanfics have been one of the things getting me through this. Being able to look forward to a new one shot every day has been so helpful. I just want you to know that even though you don’t know me, you have been such a huge light in the darkness for me, I hope that brings some comfort :)

Please God your husband will stay safe, and come back home soon.

Oh my goodness! I pray that you, your friends, and family stay safe! It truly is a scary time.

I'm so glad that these little stories are able to bring you joy! I really don't know if I can express how much this means to me! Thank you so much for sharing this with me, it's definitely a motivation to keep moving through this month! We are in this together, friend! <3 My inbox and DMs are always open if you need to chat <3

#ask amukmuk

[tiredcowpoke]

TITLE: Regarding the Sinclairs [4] PAIRING: Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader REQUEST: Unprompted. BLURB: You had always assumed the stories of time travel in your family were just that. Stories. At worst, maybe an inside joke. However, your world starts to shift when your grandfather leaves his home to you in his will. The old Sinclair house, one that has been passed down for generations. Taking up the task of moving into and upgrading the home, a man dressed like he just stepped out of a western arrives, unconscious, on your porch with a letter in his hand. WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse and stalking, but nothing graphic. NOTES: Here is the most recent chapter! Hope you all enjoy.

You let out a small sigh through your nose as you settled into one of the chairs that had been set up around the fire pit.

It hadn’t been lit and you didn’t have any wood for it yet, but it was still early enough in the evening that you didn’t have to worry about night falling too quickly. As much as you knew they just wanted to make sure you would be fine up here, being pulled every which way by your parents left you pretty damn glad to have a moment to soak in the last of the day’s warmth and breathe for a minute.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how Arthur was doing with everything still. Your father had taken to him pretty quick, but your mother regarded him with a curious and somewhat guarded look. You prayed she wouldn’t say anything or that she caught on to who he really was. Yet, you figured her reaction would be much more than a few side-long glances if she knew.

So, once you had broken off to be on your own after the quick dinner the four of you had, it didn’t surprise you to see your mother slipping out the back door to make her way toward the vacant chair next to you.

“Everything good?”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied with a light wave, “You know your father would talk the ear off anybody who gives him the time of day. Your roommate is taking it pretty well.”

“From the outside, maybe.” Poor guy. Last thing you wanted was to overwhelm him with your father, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice on when everything played out. Arthur had been dumped into your backyard.

“Speaking of your roommate…” your mother started, “You know I would never judge you from moving on from your last relationship, so if you’re using that as an excuse to not have to say it–”

“What?” you interrupted, furrowing your brow, “No. No, it’s not like that at all. Arthur’s really just a roommate. His…last living situation fell out from under him and I guess…I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted some company up here. There’s nothing going on between us.”

“Well, if you’re so sure,” your mother relented. You could tell by her tone that she didn’t know if she believed that, but she wasn’t going to keep insisting about something romantic between you and Arthur. Which was a bit of a relief, honestly. “It’s just…well, you know he used to live in Valentine and I was thinking maybe you wanted someone here to…”

“He moved a while ago,” you replied, feeling a squeeze in your gut at the mention of your previous boyfriend. “I don’t think he still lives in Valentine. Last I heard he moved in with another girl, so…”

You felt bad for whoever fell for his tricks, honestly. You had been wrapped up in that and it had taken a solid year before you stopped getting messages, phone calls whenever he’d end up switching his number. And the packages that had been sent to your apartment. The fact that you were moving back out here and the fact that he used to live in Valentine wasn’t lost on you. He was a scary bastard and you could only hope he had missed the memo that you were nearby.

“I would still consider the restraining order,” your mother replied, making you rub your hand against your mouth somewhat.

“I’ll think about it, but I don’t know if it would be able to stop him. He’s not afraid to get arrested, as I’m sure you remember…”

“I didn’t mean to dig up bad memories, but with Arthur here I just hope that if he is around he doesn’t–”

Someone clearing their throat from the backdoor made you both jump, Arthur standing somewhat awkwardly on the porch as he gestured somewhat back toward the house.

“Don’t want to interrupt, but ‘fraid your husband’s really wantin’ to get back to the hotel…”

“Of course he is,” your mother said around a small sigh, raising from her chair, “That man would time the end of the world if he could.”

You stood up with her, trying not to rub at the back of your neck. You were hoping he didn’t overhear much of that, considering you sprang all of this on his second day into a new era and now there was your personal baggage that very may come back around to him. Honestly, you would have ran for the hills in his position, and a part of you wouldn’t blame him if he did. Still, you followed your mother back into the house where your father was waiting, saying his goodbyes and pulling you in for a hug.

Originally, you figured they would sleep in the guest bedroom but with Arthur here, they had insisted on staying in the motel in Strawberry. It was a nice place, at least. Pricey for the historical value, but you had relented easily enough given the stress of the situation.

Though, once the front door was shut, it was Arthur who let out a heavy sigh.

“Hope ya don’t take this the wrong way,” he started, “but I was startin’ to think your pa would never close his mouth.”

Despite the insult, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as you gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“You never grew up with him. I’ve been on road trips with the man,” you replied, “I’m…uh, I’m sorry about all of that. I hadn’t been expecting…well, this whole situation.”

“Neither did I,” Arthur replied, “Ain’t exactly somethin’ you can expect.”

You nodded in agreement, tucking your hands in your pockets as you glanced down at the floor for a moment before speaking up again.

“So, how much did you overhear out near the fire pit?”

“More than I should’ve,” Arthur said, waving a hand somewhat, “I can forget I heard anythin’.”

“Well, I don’t know,” you said, “Living with me, I figure you should probably know some things about me.”

“Sure. Whatever you want to tell me.”

“So…I had a really bad relationship a couple years ago,” you began, shifting awkwardly where you stood, “I’ll spare you the details for now, but I ended up having to break it off with this guy and he got…really possessive. To a rather scary level. I ended up having to move to a completely different state and he still managed to harass me there and eventually my parents. He used to live in Valentine, a town near here. I heard he moved away a couple years ago, so I figure it won’t be too much of a problem, but…”

“I…think I understand,” Arthur replied, “If this feller’s moved away, you figure you’re safe?”

“I can’t say for sure,” you replied, “That’s why it’s important you know, because even with you just staying here with me, he’s going to assume that we are romantically involved and it’ll set him off.”

“I see…” Arthur replied, still sounding like he was confused but he at least seemed to grasp why you wanted him to know. You shook your head lightly, rubbing at the back of your head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to put my own issues on top of everything, but it’s something you should know.”

“Well, now I do,” Arthur said, “Long as you think it ain’t an issue right now…guess we’ll have to deal with it as it comes up.”

“If it does, yeah,” you replied, “Who knows, maybe he’s actually managed to move on. I can only hope. Though…yeah. I have to have breakfast with my parents tomorrow. You’re welcome to join if you want, but after that…well, I’ll see what I can get sorted for that trip up to Beaver Hollow.”

“I’d appreciate that, but if you got too much goin’ on…”

“No,” you insisted, “if you think it’ll help you, I’ll take you there. That’s more important than whatever old relationship drama I’ve got going on.”

In all honesty, you just wanted to focus on getting that set up and just get your mind off the whirlwind of the last couple days. Thinking too much about the idea of your old boyfriend still lingering around was too much to process at the moment.

                                                          ***

You really wanted to go for a swim.

Thankfully, after your parents’ visit had ended, nothing too eventful happened for a couple days. Which allowed you to research a couple things about heading up to Beaver Hollow. The website told you what you had been expecting (outside of the fact that it hadn’t looked to have been updated since the mid-2000s.) General pass to the site, the cave tour, and the hike to Arthur’s grave. As much as you were tempted to show him some pictures, you figured it was best to let him approach it on his own terms and so far he seemed like he wanted to see it in-person.

There was also the fact that you’ll probably have to spend two nights there, given the drive. That was also an issue: the drive. You knew Arthur had robbed trains before, so you figured you could assume he had some idea on how they worked. However, cars were different. You weren’t sure how he’d handle that, so you figured getting a motel for the both of you instead of overwhelming him with that and his grave on the same day.

It was odd, having to take into account the idea that Arthur might not take well to being inside a car.

Still, waiting on the room booking confirmation and admission to the site with that on your mind, mixed with the particularly hot evening, it was getting a little too much.

Grabbing some swimwear and a towel from the bathroom, you lingered in the hallway a moment before glancing toward the guest bedroom that Arthur had now been staying in.

You could see him partly laying on the bed from the open door, book open on his lap. As you approached somewhat, you noticed it was one of your grandfather’s old crime novels. You actually had found some of Jack Marston’s novels, but those remained untouched in the bedside table. You knew better than to ask about that.

Still…

“Hey,” you greeted, knocking somewhat on the open door to catch his attention, “I’m going to the lake. It’s not much of a walk from here, if you want to come.”

“What for?”

“A swim?” you replied around a small chuckle, “It’s not exactly a boating place.”

“Guess it wouldn’t hurt,” Arthur replied, closing the book as he shifted to get up off the bed.

Offering him a quick smile, you gestured toward the dresser. “I think there’s some old swim trunks in there. They might fit you.”

“Swim trunks?”

“Oh, uh…like swimwear?”

Still no recognition.

“It’s like clothing you wear to swim,” you explained, walking over to the dresser yourself before you dug around for the shorts you were talking about. “They’re like pants, but cut off above the knees.”

“The hell you need special clothes to swim in for?”

“It’s a modesty thing. Somewhat,” you said, pulling out the shorts and held them out to him. “Plus, it’s easier to swim in than jeans and a shirt.”

Seemingly accepting that explanation, he took the swimwear from you before you headed downstairs and started to make your way toward the lake. The area out here seemed at least relatively untouched outside of the dirt road and some scattered houses like your own. Really, you hadn’t been to that lake in years. You were interested in seeing how it changed. Your cousins used to spend your days in the summers swimming around in it, as much as the walk back always tracked mud into the house. (It was also the same lake that you broke your arm at, too, but that wasn’t exactly a memory you wanted to revisit.)

“Y’know, there used to be some good fishin’ out this way,” Arthur commented after a couple minutes, making you glance over your shoulder at him somewhat.

“Yeah, I heard that too. I don’t know how many fish there are these days, but I remember seeing a couple swimming around when I was a kid.”

“I caught this bass out here once, too,” Arthur said, “Huge thing. Size of a damn child.”

As recognition settled, you couldn’t help but do a bit of a double take as the surprise was hard to keep from your expression.

“You caught that fish?” you asked, pausing in your walk somewhat, “I’ve seen pictures of it. My grandfather used to always mention it when we’d go see this little museum in town. I thought it was caught by that…Gill guy?”

“Jeremy Gill?” Arthur asked around a scoff, “No, I did all his fishin’ for him. At least, them legends he took credit for.”

“There’s books about Gill,” you said around an almost disbelieving laugh, “I mean, I don’t know who reads them but he’s a name in the fishing world.”

“Guess it’s better he gets the credit for that than me,” Arthur continued around a shrug as you turned to continue your walk, shaking your head.

“I…guess I’ll have to take your word for that,” you said around another light chuckle, “I really shouldn’t. I know a couple professors who would scold me for that, but…well, this isn’t exactly a normal situation.”

“Certainly ain’t.”

You two continued on to the small lake, secluded by some trees. Thankfully, it seemed like you two were the only ones there that evening. It was a bit of a surprise, considering the heat. Though, you knew Strawberry’s population was pretty small. Some farming families that worked in Valentine, some retired people living out of the odd vacation home. And you.

Though, as you got ready to get into the water, you were all that more aware of how the standards of modesty had changed for Arthur. You weren’t sure what he did to swim in his time, but you knew your swimsuit showed more skin than you were sure was acceptable back in the 1800s. Still, you just got into the water, wading somewhat on your back as you looked back at Arthur.

“Just wear the shorts, don’t worry about the shirt,” you said, trying not to chuckle at the look he tossed at you, “or you can wear the shirt. I just don’t want you shivering on the way back up to the house because you don’t have any dry clothing. I’ll avert my eyes, if you want.”

“All of this is just so complicated for swimmin’,” Arthur said, but started to take off his clothes.

Despite the light teasing and him not stating if he cared if your eyes were on him, you still looked away. You floated on your back, eyes turned up toward the sky as the evening sun set the area alight in oranges and dark blues. It was beautiful, but there was something warm sitting in your gut too. As stressful as everything was, it was kind of nice to let loose a bit.

Give Arthur an impression that you weren’t as uptight as you were sure you had been coming across as.

Though, you did found yourself glancing back once Arthur was in the water, letting out a bit of a hiss.

“Y’sure you don’t want the extra clothin’? Water’s damn cold.”

“It’s colder having to sit in soaked clothes.”

“Ain’t that bad.”

“You are so hung up on the clothes,” you said around a laugh, earning a small huff from him as he mirrored your position as you returned to floating on your back.

“I ain’t swam like this since I was young,” Arthur commented after a few moments, “Not since I was teachin’ John how to swim. Well–tried.”

“Marston?”

Arthur made a noise of agreement as you turned that over in your head. It was still strange to hear him refer to those historical figures as if they were personal friends–to him they were, you supposed. You were sure it was odd for him to hear you talk about them like people in some distant past. In the moment, you caught a bit of a glimpse of how isolating this whole thing must have felt for him.

Still, you didn’t want to let that thought ruin the moment. So, you let a small grin cross your face.

“I’m still grappling with how you shattered Jeremy Gill’s image in my mind.”

“He weren’t much of someone to idolize,” Arthur replied around a small chuckle, “I’d like to see what they say ‘bout him in that museum you mentioned. It’s probably bullshit.”

“I wouldn’t say that too loudly in front of the serious fishermen around here,” you replied.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

#my writing. #arthur morgan x reader

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Hey guys, I'm sorry I’ve been so quiet on... pretty much everything lately. I genuinely apologize for not saying much until now, it’s just been.. A Time. So here’s a kinda long / kinda bummer life update.

For those who don’t know, I’ve been attempting to move out of Montana for the first time to pursue broader horizons in California. And long story short, it has been the most stressful and mentally taxing times I’ve experienced in a very very long while.

We started applying to places weeks ago, and have probably sent in apps to over 60 properties in 8+ cities by now. As of the time of typing this post, not a single landlord has accepted our applications.  We were expected to be leaving two days ago, but we were able to beg our current landlord to extend our lease by a week.

The biggest deterant we’ve experience is that none of us have secured a “real” job in Cali yet. We’ve applied to so many locations in 3 hour radius to just try and get ourselves out there, but we can’t be employed when we don’t know where we’ll live and we can’t live where we don’t know where we’ll be employed. So a lot of landlords straight up won’t consider us even though we have plenty saved up / am self employeed.

I truly apologize to all my commissioners who have been put on hold because of this. I had fully intended to be caught up on everything before I caught covid last month, but then, well, I caught covid. Your patience has been more than appreciated. And to all the people currently in the queue waiting on their plush commission, I’d be more than willing to toss in some free art / merch to make up for it. I normally pride myself on my quick commission process, so not being to work on anything while I apply / pack has been super demoralizing...

In all honesty I’ve been having an extremely hard time keeping my chin up. If we don’t get a place confirmed before the 20th, we might have to just drive down to Cali anyway and hope we can find a place in person. Full stop - that terrifies me. It’s already scary enough moving out of my hometown, let alone leaving without a place secured. If it does come to that, I might have to give my axolotl up for adoption and it just... breaks my heart. I can keep her if I know where we’re going, but if we still don’t have a solid place to be it’ll be too hard to care for her...

I’ve spent most of my nights crying out of anxiety and stress, and it’s been just... so incredibly taxing. I was on top of the world earlier this year, and now my mental health has plummeted to scary depths that I haven’t felt in years. It’s been hard to do pretty much anything these days. (Shout out to the suicide crisis line, yall are real ones and genuinely helped me a few nights ago).

So uhhh. Idk. I just wanted to tell everyone what’s what. I’m sorry that I haven’t been social or been sharing anything of value, I just wanted to share what I’ve been up to when I’m not online. I’m hoping and praying for the best, but trying to prepare myself for the worst. Thanks for being so patient with me everyone, it’s genuinely really appreciated. I’m sorry if I’ve let any of you guys down...

#long post #personal junk

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Hi 😊👋

I promise I haven’t forgotten about this blog. In fact, it’s been on my mind constantly for the past few weeks. But due to a very intense streak of bad luck, and being thrown into constant chaos and uncertainty, I didn’t have the mental capacity to post here. Or even WHAT to post here, because it became a game of “I know nothing except exhaustion and frustration and no other concrete answers.”

But I’m going to go out on a limb here and post an update, hoping against all hope that I don’t accidentally jinx myself and screw everything up AGAIN.

So…the last month and a half in a nutshell:

My mom and sister both got COVID just under two weeks before my surgery date of Sept. 12. I locked myself in my room for 10 days and only came out when absolutely necessary, and wore my gloves, mask, and shoes at all times.

Miraculously, I did NOT get COVID. HOWEVER, I made it all the way to going to the hospital (an hour away) 3 days before surgery to do the COVID test and registration, did all the paperwork, etc. They had to draw blood because my last results were too old. So later that day I get a call from my surgeon’s office that the blood results showed that my white blood cells were way too high, and they couldn’t safely perform the surgery as scheduled.

I spent a TERRIFYING 3 days trying to figure out what could possibly be causing the issue, because I had no pain, no fever, no other symptoms that I was aware of. So my brain of course went to worst case scenarios like leukemia or something equally scary. In the end (and multiple rounds of being poked for more blood work later), it was a gum infection.

Got to a dentist ASAP and got on an antibiotic and was given a special mouthwash to help. The infection cleared up by the following week.

Went to have my blood checked AGAIN, and the WBC level was still a bit elevated, but it was actually lower than a previous result back in June, which my surgeon hadn’t been concerned about.

Called the surgeon’s office to relay the information, the nurse (who is the primary person I’ve been dealing with) said she’d leave the results on the surgeon’s desk, but I might not hear anything official until the following week.

WELL, the exact day I was supposed to hear something was the same day everything in my area closed because there was a hurricane heading right for us. So…I panicked because I didn’t want to have to wait to hear what was going on. Tried to get some kind of information through the Facebook support group specifically for my surgeon’s patients (and run by members of his staff), but I got nowhere.

Hurricane Ian made landfall just about 20 miles south of me. Our area didn’t get the absolute worst of it but there was still significant damage in the area and most everyone lost power. Thankfully we made it through without any major issues and got our power back after 3 days.

So after finally getting ahold of the office the following week, and a bit of back and forth with getting all the blood work results sent over and being sure the main reason for the WBC being so high was the infection, I FINALLY got a new surgery date of October 20th. It’s a month and a half later than originally scheduled, and it being that late makes things much more complicated work-wise, but I’m just PRAYING that this one holds, and there aren’t any other crazy unexpected bumps in the road to getting this surgery finally.

So…there’s so much more I could say about everything, and I’m gonna try to make another post before Thursday to break down some of what I’m feeling at this point, because I feel like it’s important to document each phase, and I’ll want to be able to look back at it in the future. But for now, after over a month of being stuck in the worst and most frustrating limbo of my life while dodging multiple life threatening issues all at once, I’m VERY happy to be in the “moving forward” part of this again.

Oh, and current weight loss total is 93 lbs, in about 5 1/2 months. Every one of my doctors has told me I’m a superstar, and I’m not even ashamed to admit that yes, I damn well AM a superstar, and I’ve never been more proud of myself. ✨