#and more than 1k sent 🫶🫶

[nervocat]

I'm gonna go to bed guys. Hope you had a good April fools and booping day 🫶🫶

[driverlando]

🏎️ could you do softdom!oscar w inexperienced!reader who's superr sensitive??

& congrats on 1k!!! soso deserved your writing is amazeee

thank you lovie!! enjoy 🫶

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The evening was tranquil, the soft hum of city life fading into the background as you lay together on the bed. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls. You glanced over at Oscar, his features softened by the light, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and tenderness.

Tonight was special. It was the night you had both decided to take things to a more intimate level. Despite your excitement, nerves fluttered in your stomach. You had confided in Oscar about your inexperience, and he had been nothing but understanding and patient, reassuring you that you would take things at your own pace.

Oscar reached out, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a soothing murmur.

You nodded, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I think so,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

Oscar’s smile was warm, his eyes filled with a reassuring calm. “We’ll go slow,” he promised, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Just trust me, okay?”

You took a deep breath, feeling a bit more at ease. Oscar had always been a steady presence in your life, his public shyness masking a quiet confidence that made you feel safe. As he leaned in to kiss you, his lips were soft and gentle, a promise of the care he would take with you.

He moved slowly, giving you time to adjust to each new sensation. His hands traced light patterns over your arms, your sides, easing you into a state of relaxation. You let out a soft sigh, the tension in your body melting away under his touch.

When he kissed you again, it was deeper, more insistent, but still tender. His tongue brushed against yours, coaxing a soft moan from your lips. You could feel the heat building between you, your nerves transforming into a tingling anticipation.

Oscar pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “If you ever want to stop, just tell me,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I will,” you promised, feeling a surge of gratitude for his consideration.

He continued his exploration, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. “May I?” he asked, waiting for your nod before slowly lifting the fabric over your head. His eyes roamed over your newly exposed skin, a look of admiration and desire in his gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your collarbone. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down your spine.

As he kissed his way down your body, your sensitivity became more pronounced. Every touch, every kiss, seemed to amplify the pleasure coursing through you. Your breath hitched, a soft moan escaping your lips as Oscar’s mouth found a particularly sensitive spot.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice gentle but with a hint of command that made your heart race.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice trembling with the intensity of the sensation. “It feels so good.”

Oscar smiled against your skin, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. He paused, looking up at you for permission. You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as he slowly removed them, leaving you feeling both exposed and exhilarated.

He positioned himself between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his eyes filled with pride and desire. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

When his mouth found your most sensitive spot, you gasped, your body arching off the bed. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that had you gripping the sheets. Oscar’s hands were firm on your thighs, his touch grounding you, keeping you anchored.

He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. Every flick, every gentle suck, sent waves of pleasure through you. Your body trembled with the effort to stay still, your sensitivity making each touch feel almost too intense.

Oscar’s grip tightened slightly, his thumbs stroking soothing circles on your skin. “Relax,” he murmured against you, his breath hot and tantalizing. “Just let go.”

You tried to obey, focusing on the sensation of his mouth and the grounding pressure of his hands. The pleasure built steadily, a tight coil of desire winding inside you. You could feel your climax approaching, your body trembling with anticipation.

“Oscar,” you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m so close…”

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice filled with pride. “Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”

With a final, skilled flick of his tongue, the coil inside you snapped. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. Oscar held you through it, his mouth never leaving you, drawing out your pleasure until you were a trembling, breathless mess beneath him.

As you came down from the high, your body still humming with aftershocks, Oscar moved up to cradle you in his arms. He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, his touch soothing and tender.

“You did so well,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe and affection. “So sensitive, so perfect.” He praised as you snuggled into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished.

[eddiesghxst]

no thoughts just loser!eddie losing his shit when he sees you over at his house for the first time, rifling through his things like any normal friend does.. but you stumble upon a box.under his bed. it’s like slow motion when he walks into his room and sees you open the lid and he nearly drops a glass of water, literally biting his fist in pain, trying to stop you but then you’d only get more curious of what he was hiding.

you. he has polaroids of you except they’re the dirty cum covered kinds. he has your underwear with his stains in it. he has your perfume bottles, your rings (he would totally get hard seeing how tiny they are compared to his, and imagining the dainty stones on the rings on your ring finger like an engagement stone)

it’s like a fucking shrine for you and he thinks he’s gonna pass out as your eyes widen.

but you only turn to him and smile, and his knees weaken. literally almost fainting when you kiss him because you have definitely slept with his sweatshirts, came to the idea of eddie, etc. he’s just such a fucking loser but that night he makes you cum so much you see stars and he’ll have a scrapbooks worth of polaroids (just from that night alone lol)

anyways do you think you could write a lil something based loosely off that? 🫶

BESTIE I MIGHTVE DIED YES. YES YES YES.

also this ended up longer than I'd intended but who cares its pervy!loser!eddie

18+ — MINORS DNI

word count: 1k

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Eddie’s not sure if he believes this is real. There’s no way this is real, right? There’s no way he has his best friend naked on his bed, covered in sweat and cum— his cum, at that.

He almost thinks it’s all another one of his sick, perverted dreams, but then he’s reminded that none of those dreams have felt this real. None of his dreams have felt this vivid to where he can actually feel the tremble in your hands as you wrap a fist around his wet cock, the shift of the bed as you clumsily scramble to your knees, the lewd and unmistakable shlick sound of your hand fisting his spent cock. It’s never been this vivid— that’s how he knows this isn’t a dream.

You’re blissed out and cock-drunk as you shuffle to lean on all fours, lowering your mouth to suckle on Eddie’s leaking tip. Your toes curl at the sound of Eddie groaning above you, a hand resting on the back of your head to shove himself further down your throat. “Take it all the way in, that’s it— fuck,” Your center throbs at his words, a wet gagging noise emitting from the back of your throat when Eddie’s tip meets the tight space. He curses with a groan, head dropping back for a moment before he looks back down at you with a lazy smirk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you gag on my dick, sweetheart.”

You whine, your hips grinding back against nothing, the cool breeze of his room sending shivers up your spine when it graces the wet heat of your cunt. Around you, scattered on the bed, are the many polaroids you had just discovered earlier. Snapped photos of you in bed, in the shower, getting dressed in your room; all images that would’ve sent anyone else running for the hills. Eddie was so sure you would never speak to him again when you found that box full of all things you, but to his surprise (and sinful delight), you were just as fucked up as Eddie, if not more.

Eddie’s eyes dart all over the bed; polaroids, lace panties and matching bras, dainty jewelry, lipsticks, and perfume bottles. Eddie Munson was a perverted thief, and it somehow landed him balls deep down your throat. 

He reaches down and picks up a particular Polaroid, one of his favorites; a picture of you laid on your stomach in your bed, one leg hiked up to form a comfortable sleeping position. You’d forgone your sleeping shorts this night, and Eddie took it upon himself to jack off and cover your ass in sticky ropes of his cum, snapping a photo as the white substance dripped down between the folds of your ass to stain your pretty panties (Eddie stole those panties that same night).

He takes the picture and holds it up between two fingers. “So many nights of wasted cum… you’ve got a lot to make up for, sweet girl.” His voice is low and teasing, and you whine against him, nuzzling his cock further down your throat until your nose brushes against the curly hairs surrounding his base.

Eddie’s knuckles are tight against your scalp when he pulls you off his cock, shivering at the wet gasp you take, bleary eyes blinking up at him as your spit drips onto his thighs. “Think you’ve been good enough for it?” He wraps a hand around himself and rubs his throbbing tip against your lips, humming in approval when you open your mouth to offer your tongue. He slaps himself against your tongue a few times, chuckling when you whine and squeeze your thighs together. You can feel the sticky feeling of his cum and your arousal sliding against the insides of your hot thighs, and your eyes roll at the sensation. You lean forward and nuzzle against his cock, “Please, Eds— want it so bad. I’ve been so good, I have.” Your words are nearly slurred; the only thing on your mind is the overwhelming urge you have to feel Eddie’s cum in the back of your throat.

You don’t see Eddie reaching for his camera, too focused on licking your way down to his balls. “Fuck— look at me, sweetheart, give me those pretty eyes.”

You slowly blink up at Eddie, wet lashes fluttering and pouty lips grazing his cock as you gaze at the camera. A flash and a snapping sound echo through the room before a white card come out the bottom, a curse falling from Eddie’s lips as he shakes the paper and tosses it to the side for later. He nods down towards you, “Love on it, baby; show me how much you love my cock.” You don’t wait for another second, licking a thick stripe up his cock, rounding your lips around his tip to suck eagerly. Eddie takes another picture, and you whine.

“Shit, I’m gonna come— keep sucking baby, keep taking me in.”

You shuffle forward, nose brushing against his pelvis once again, and Eddie takes it as permission to secure a hand atop your head and begin fucking himself into the back of your throat. Both of your hands are fisted into the sheets below you, watery eyes gazing up at the blissed-out Eddie above you. His hips falter during the last few thrusts; he doesn’t last much longer. 

“I’m gonna come… don’t swallow, okay?” You nod as best as you can, and without further directions, Eddie’s cum floods your mouth until you nearly choke on it. 

He pulls out of your mouth with a moan, instructing you to open your mouth and show him your tongue, which you immediately obey. He reaches for the camera once more, snapping one picture with you on all fours, gazing up at the camera with your tongue out, white sticky cum coating the inside of your mouth. He takes a second picture, this time with his hand cradling your jaw. The third and last picture he takes is with his hand still cradling your jaw, but his thumb is now pressed against your tongue, smearing his sticky mess across your tastebuds.

And when he tosses the newly printed photos into the pile of new Polaroids, he catches a glimpse of one clear picture of your pussy freshly fucked and covered in his cum. Eddie can’t help it when his cock twitches against his thigh once again.

It’s safe to say that Eddie had to get a new box the next day <3

[pickingupmymercedes]

It comes with the territory (1/3) - Lewis Hamilton

Sequence: It comes with the territory / Hardest truth / Not even ours

request: "Hey Ella! I got an idea from some stuff I'm seeing on twitter. Some people thought that Alex was mild in her celebration for Charles win and started comparing her with how Nicole used to celebrate Lewis, she's even kinda trending and it made me think of some angst with Lewis new gf being criticized and compared with his ex and feeling really bad... 😘" - Anon

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: angst, it kind hurt to write this

wordcount: +1K

a/n: Anon, lovely anon, it took me sooo long to write this one (when doesn't it though?!) but I swear I've had it on my drafts ever since you sent it, I just couldn't get those dialogues right. Anyway, I hope the wait is worth it 🫶

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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The plane hummed softly as it cut through the night sky after an intense race weekend. Lewis had finished second, and although he would have preferred to be on the top step of the podium, he felt satisfied the performance he had dragged out of the car.

The fans had been loud, the energy palpable, and he had Y/n, for the first time, by his side. However, glancing over at her now, he noticed her face illuminated by the phone screen, a furrow etched between her brows. The usual vibrancy that she held was dimmed, replaced by a quiet intensity.

Y/n had made her debut in the F1 paddock as his girlfriend this weekend, and though she was no stranger to the world of motorsport, the attention had been overwhelming.

She had been to races before, blending in with the grandstands as just another fan, but this was different.

Walking hand in hand with Lewis, she had felt the eyes on her, the cameras flashing, and the whispers following her every step.

As he peered over her shoulder, he saw her scrolling through a barrage of social media posts.

Criticism. Comparisons. People calling her stuck up, saying she believed she was better than everyone else.

Comments about how she hadn't mingled with the Mercedes team, how she had kept to herself.

And the most painful of all, comparisons to Nicole. How she, almost a decade back, had been friendlier with the engineers, happier in her celebrations.

Lewis's heart ached as he watched Y/n's face grow more disheartened with each swipe of her finger. He wanted to say something, to take the phone from her hand and throw it out the plane window, to tell her none of it mattered. But he knew that wouldn't help.

Y/n was strong, but even the strongest could be brought to their knees by the weight of the world’s judgment.

Lewis had tried to shield her from the worst of it, but he knew it was impossible to escape entirely. The F1 world was as ruthless as it was glamorous, and everyone wanted a piece of her, the woman who had captured Lewis Hamilton's heart.

It came with the territory. That’s what he had been told all those years ago.

He had noticed the change in Y/n throughout the weekend, a transformation broadcast in broad daylight.

On the first day, she had been a bright, curious presence, eagerly engaging with everyone. She had asked his engineers a million and one questions, her enthusiasm palpable as she delved into details of the car, he was sure he had never been told himself. Her eyes sparkling with genuine interest, and the team warming to her instantly.

Afterall, she had been the first one in ten years he had brought out to the garage.

But come Sunday, that spark had dimmed. As he looked over during the podium celebrations, he saw her standing at a distance, away from the cluster of Mercedes engineers and mechanics.

She seemed smaller somehow, as if she had shrunk within herself, retreating into a protective shell.

Concerned, he had asked her about it later, wondering why she had pulled back. She had shrugged, her expression guarded, and said she didn't want to bother them in their workspace. Her words had been casual, but Lewis knew better.

He could see the hurt behind her eyes, the uncertainty as she did a triple check to her outfit, to her hair, to how she would think twice before saying anything outload.

It pained him to see her, someone so vibrant and warm, feel the need to diminish herself under the weight of others' scrutiny.

They landed late; the drive home heavy as they went through the roads of an almost empty London.

"Long day?" he asked, his voice low.

She nodded, not looking up. Lewis reached for her hand, a silent offer of comfort.

"I know it's been overwhelming" he began, his tone gentle. "This world can be a brutal place, especially when you're in the spotlight."

Y/n sighed, her fingers moving to entangle in his "I feel like I’m drowning in it all, Lewis."

He squeezed her hand. "It's understandable. But I’m here, to talk, to feel, to try and make sense of the madness"

She looked up, his eyes catching the sadness in her glance that almost had him choke up in pain. "It's the comparisons that hurt the most." She turned to the window and murmured.

Lewis studied her features, he could see the strain in Y/n's posture, the way she held herself tight, as if bracing against an unseen storm. He didn't push, didn't pry, just held her hand and hoped his presence was enough to offer some comfort.

The rest of the ride passed in silence. As they got home, Lewis helped her with her coat, their touch a silent language.

The next morning, Y/n was unusually quiet. Lewis found her in the kitchen, staring into a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. He knew they would have to address the elephant in the room, but he also had no idea how to bring up the subject again.

It didn't take long for her to come to him though.

"I feel like I let you down this weekend." She finally spoke.

Lewis met her gaze. "Why would you say that?"

"I was so distant, so... guarded. I didn’t even feel like myself." Her voice steady as she finally held his gaze

Lewis put down the reports he had been pretending to read and walked over to her on the table. "Why would you say that?"

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes glassy but confident. "I saw what people were saying. That I didn't talk to the engineers, that I stayed away from everyone, that I think I'm better than them. And then... the comparisons to Nicole."

Lewis sighed, pulling out a chair to sit beside her. "Y/n, you were overwhelmed. It was your first time in the paddock as my girlfriend. That's a huge deal, and it's okay to need space."

"But they don't understand that," Y/n continued, her voice clear as she tried to articulate her feelings. "They just see me as this aloof, stuck-up person who doesn't care about anyone but myself. I was so excited on Friday. But by Sunday, I couldn't even bring myself to go near anyone. I felt like..." she took a deep breath and turned to look him before continuing “I felt like I was in the way, like I was intruding on their space. I kept thinking about how they're all so used to this, and there I was suddenly in the middle of it all. I didn't want to bother them or distract them from their work.

"You could never be a bother" Lewis insisted, his voice firm yet gentle. "The team welcomed you because they know you're important to me, and because they could see how much you genuinely care.”

“Look, I get it. I saw the comments on social medias. It's overwhelming, and it's easy to feel out of place. But that's not on you, love. " Lewis pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms.

"I hate that you're feeling this way, Y/n. I wish I could shield you from all of it. But it doesn’t work like that. That comes with the territory and we both know it. The rest of the world can think what they want, but it doesn't change the fact that I love you, just as you are. You don't have to be perfect, and you don't have to change to fit anyone's expectations."

Y/n leaned into his embrace, her voice barely a whisper. "I just want to be enough."

Lewis held her tighter, his voice full of emotion. "You are so much more than enough."

They spent the rest of his Monday off together, their phones lost somewhere in the kitchen. Their quiet companionship all they both needed.

As the day drew to a close, they sat on the terrace, watching the sunset. Y/n leaned against Lewis’s chest, his arm around her.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the trees.

Lewis squeezed her hand. "For?"

"Being here. Understanding."

He turned to face her; his gaze steady. "You're strong, love. Stronger than you think. We’ll face this together, we’ll always do."

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[reiderwriter]

hiiii i have a request for the 1k celebration- congrats btw!! reader and spencer are trying to keep their new relationship secret but can’t keep their hands off of each other and have sex in the office bathrooms, then maybe one of the girls comes in to make sure reader is alright but spencer doesn’t stop what he’s doing whilst she’s trying to answer and then they have to go back into the office whilst everybody totally knows what they were doing lol- w prompt 35🫶

Prompt 35: "We might get caught. Does that turn you on?"

A/N: Thank you for the request! I'm always a big fan of Spencer bathroom fics for whatever reason 😭

Warnings: public sex, voyeurism, bathroom sec, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, secret relationship, Perv! Spencer

Spencer had never been this forward before in his life. You appreciated his sudden confidence, but he just wished he had picked a time and place. Dragging you off to the women's bathrooms at the BAU office to fulfil your shared needs probably wasn't the time nor the place. 

It was happening anyway. 

Since you'd first pressed your lips against his the month prior - an honest reaction to his very sweet birthday present of plane tickets home for the holidays - you'd found it difficult to keep your hands off of him. 

He was warm, a heater in human form, and with the cold winter nights rolling in, you'd unashamedly used him as a human blanket multiple times. You loved the feeling of his weight pushing down on you, his head resting against your chest as he slowly kissed his way up your neck. 

You loved too, the feeling of his cock growing between his legs as your small touches and caresses became not enough. 

You loved even more the hours of love-making that had him curiously exploring every curve and edge of your body, every depth of you kissed, licked, touched tenderly. 

But with a month of exploration under your belt, you certainly hadn't had time for explanations, confessions, and celebrations. 

In simple terms, you hadn't told anyone about your relationship. New as it was, you didn't want to have to backtrack if Spencer decided he wasn't interested after he learnt everything about you. A small part of you also knew that it was as much because you didn't want to share him. Not yet. 

But Spencer’s timing was the opposite of impeccable, as he pushed you into the women's bathrooms half an hour before your team was supposed to ship out for a new case. 

“Spencer, we can't, not here,” you sighed out as his lips found a spot on your neck he'd discovered the week prior. It sent shivers down your back each time he even brushed it with his lips, and he was passionately flicking his tongue against it now, leaving you less than coherent. 

“I want to know how fast you can come for me.” 

Spencer was on a mission, and you sure as hell weren't going to stop him when it would be entirely more pleasurable to go along with him. 

He unbuttoned your pants swiftly, letting his hand rest between your legs as he worked his lips around each landmine of sensitivity he'd discovered in the last four weeks. 

Your moans flowed freely before you clamped a hand over your mouth, reminding yourself this was a very public bathroom in a very public building. One you had to return to every weekday from 9 to 5. 

“You're so adorable trying to hold in your moans. Let one out, just for me?” He begged, fingers finally finding their mark as he traced your clit delicately. It felt like an eternity until his fingers were inside of you, and even then, it wasn't enough. 

“Y/N, you in here? Penelope said she saw you head over her a few minutes ago.” JJ called from the door to the room, and you were suddenly cold with gratitude that Spencer had the foresight to pull you into a stall and close it before putting a hand on you. 

“Y-Yeah, I'm here. What's up?” You called back, eyes wide and locked with Spencer’s. He seemed to have been momentarily sobered by the interruption, but his hands didn't withdraw. His fingers pressed harder into your cunt, but he didn't move, raising an eyebrow as he listened to JJ's response.

“I just wanted to check on you. You've been a bit distant from the tram lately, like turning down drinks last week-” You'd turned it down because Spencer had begged you to let him eat you out until you passed out. 

“You left Henry's birthday party pretty early last weekend, too.” You'd left early because Spencer wanted to see if he could make you squirt.

“And at work, it seems like you're always worried about something on your phone?” Again, filled with texts from Spencer innocently inquiring about different things both of your bodies could do to reach an orgasm. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You cursed your mind for wandering as you realised that each memory had spurred your lower body on to begin rocking your hips against Spencer’s hand. The gleeful smile on his face was enough to tell you that you'd fucked up.

“We might get caught,” he whispered in your ear, just low enough to not travel further than your stall door. “Does that turn you on?” When you inadvertently clenched around his fingers, he had his answers. 

Yes, every single thing that he said and did turned you on and got you into the worst possible scenarios.

“Y/N?” JJ called again, and you did your best to calm your body as you opened your mouth to reply. 

“I'm so sorry, I guess my mind has been elsewhere recently. I've been seeing this guy. So I think I'm just in that honeymoon phase, you know?” You spat the words out as fast as you could, so he had no time to sabotage you, to flick his wrist just so you'd be a twitching mess. 

“Oh, Y/N, that's great, congratulations. I'll leave you to your business in peace then, but just so you know, if you ever did need someone to talk to, I'm pretty good with boy talk by now.” 

You wanted to beg her to get out of there that second, but suffered through the niceties of a goodbye and a see you soon, all while Spencer’s fingers raced you to your finish line. 

“Fuck, Spencer, want to cum on your dick, please.” You begged as soon as you heard the door shut behind her, mouth connecting with his as you pulled more of him into you. 

“It did turn you on more. That's good to know,” he said, kissing you back as he dropped his pants and lifted you up slightly, before dropping you gently back down onto his cock. 

He pinned you between his body and the solid wall on the stall, not trusting the divider to stand up to the pace he was about to set. 

His thrusts were hot, fast, and rough, and you wouldn't have it any other way right then. 

“Spencer, cum inside me. Fill me up, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, we can't leave any evidence behind.” You whimpered as you finally felt yourself explode, body twitching into him as he continued his steady pace, breath hot against your skin as he stared down, watching his cock pleasure you. 

“Very practical, Y/N,” he laughed. “But that’s where I was planning on doing it this entire time.” With that, he thrust as deep into you as your position allowed, and, with a grunt, spilt his load inside of you.

You stood there, both silent for a minute before he pulled his wrist forward, checking his wristwatch. 

“Six minutes 46 seconds. We should still have enough time to grab our go-bags before anyone gets suspicious. Thank you, Y/N.” 

He smiled at you again, and you knew just from the look that you'd be trying this again soon. 

Spencer wasn't going to forget any of this happened, and you, frankly, didn't want him to.

[anothermansjeans]

I just think it would be so sweet youtuber!reader and Spencer recording a skincare video, being silly with face masks and the whole thing (obviously normally he just washes his face with water before bed but the reader is in the process of changing that)

oh my god this was going one place and then i took it somewhere else LMAO but i love this sm! thanks for sending it in 🫶

cw: fluff, menace spencer at it again, soooooooo sweet it will give you a toothache

wc: 1k

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“You ready, babe?”

Spencer looked down at the vanity adorned with various products, giving you a small nod before looking between you and the camera. Ever since watching Spencer just rinse his face off with water one morning about a week ago, you've been brewing up the idea of a skincare routine video to get him in the groove of taking his skin health seriously. For a man who loves to tell you what products (or lack of products) aren't helping your skin, he sure did little to make sure his routine was up to his standards.

“Okay! Hello, lovelies! Today I’m with Spencer,” you gestured over to him, “and we are going to be doing my nighttime skincare routine! Spence, would you mind sharing with the audience your skincare routine?”

He furrowed his brows and looked over to you, “a routine is a sequence of actions regularly followed, like a fixed program. I don't have procedures I go through so I wouldn't classify it as a routine.”

“Okay,” you tried to maintain your giggles, “then tell them what you usually do for your skin before you go to bed.”

“Well,” he began, looking back at the cameras and talking with his hands, “Sometimes, if I feel as though my pores had excreted more oil than normal and Y/N’s face wash is out, I'd use that, but more times than not, she's in bed before me so I’ll just use water.”

A pout formed on your face as you looked at the camera. “Terrible, I know.”

“Hey!”

“Anyway,” you gently placed a hand on his arm, the action soothing him while simultaneously letting him know you meant no harm, “we’re going to fix that. Today, I’ll not only be showing you my routine, but also getting Spencer to do it with me!”

The video went on without a hitch. You started with a cleanser and then went into an exfoliator. Now, you had your container of clay mask sitting in front of the two of you. “Now we’re on the third step. This mask cleans pores, brightens skins, and detoxifies skin,” you look up from reading the jar to see a contemplative look on Spencer’s face. “You good, Spence?”

“Yes, yes, I just don't know how I would go about putting it on my face.”

With soft eyes, you gently opened the lid and scooped a small clump of the mask onto your finger. “I’ll put yours on for you, okay?”

He smiled and gave a nod before you swiped your finger down his cheek, spreading out what you had into a thin layer. “This feels nice,” he said, closing his eyes and letting out a soft hum.

“It’s supposed to.” The moment felt very domestic, and you couldn't wait for the time where you'd do this without the camera. The serenity of the moment was cut short though, when you went to scoop more of the mask onto your finger and the jar started to slip from your grasp. The shock of it almost falling sent one of your hands flying up, which caused whatever clay you had on your hand to fling onto Spencer’s unsuspecting face.

You registered the gasp he elicited when you stabilized the jar on the vanity, and when looking over at Spencer, you saw the splatter of clay painted across his face. “I am–” you started to laugh, but used your clean hand to cover your mouth, “I am so sorry, baby.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” His thin smile was giving mixed signals, but you assumed nothing of it when he changed to topic. “Could I take a look at the ingredients?”

Giving a quick nod, you didn't take notice of how quick he grabbed the mask and swooped his fingers in. Not a second later, you felt the cool substance flung across your face. All you did was blink at him– him, and his shit-eating grin– before folding your lips in and letting out a hum. “Spencer…”

His face slowly morphed into one of concern, “I don't know why I thought that was okay. Y/N, I’m sorry. We can clean this up and–” and a big splat sound echoed in the room and Spencer promptly shut his mouth when a lump of the mask landed on his forehead and began to drip down the bridge of his nose. Your laugh caused a fire to light in his eyes, and he once again grabbed the jar. “Oh, I see how it is.”

“You started a war, Spence.” When he aimed his fire, you stood up and ran over to your bed, grabbing a pillowcase. “You wouldn't target one of our very expensive pillowcases?”

“You're the one sacrificing it!” He flung the clay, and you used the pillow to block the blow. At the amount on the pillow, your eyes widened with humor, “That’s almost the entire jar!”

Laughing, Spencer stalked forward with another handful of the mask. “I’ll buy you more,” he said, cornering you before smearing his hand all down your face.

Your gasping giggles filled the room, and Spencer leaned his forehead down onto yours as you both calmed down. “This video has gone off track.”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was soft and gentle, a big contrast from the chaotic clay war from moments ago.

“Don't. I’m having more fun than anticipated.” Your arms made their way around his neck, gently carding your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Yeah, you still had the clay mask all over your hands, but you were over one-hundred percent sure the two of you would be taking a shower in less than five minutes.

“You didn't anticipate having fun with me while doing skincare?” His eyes held a playful glint.

Gently pulling his head down so that your lips grazed his, you whispered, “I always anticipate having fun with you, Dr. Reid.” And with that, he captured your lips with his, the face mask smearing all over your faces without a care in the world. The video was the last thing on your mind… you'll continue it at a later time.

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[etherealising]

happy happy 1k yay!! idk if you still write for jaime tartt BUT i love the thought of him being obsessed with someone who works in the building… maybe the team’s pt and he’s always in their office with a “sore” knee or something like that but only so he can hang out and flirt with them 😫

bestie…the scream i scrumpt when i saw you in my inbox requesting my writing i damn near cried!!! but also the jamie tartt brainrot you awoke in me is insane, i went through a whole series rewatch and now i have jamie tartt edits saved 🫣. i struggled a bit to capture jamie’s essence/personality but otherwise i hope you enjoy my love 🫶🏽

this whole time i thought your pfp was bagels only to realize its a bunny 🥲

wanna be yours

pairing(s): jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary: jamie’s “bum” knee is the perfect excuse to spend whatever free time he can with you. it also doesn’t hurt that you’re his favorite person to flirt with.

warning(s): none

wc: 2.9k

Quiet hums filled the treatment room as you maneuvered around the space organizing and restocking low supplies. Your ears perked up at footsteps moving closer to the room. A knock on the open door followed shortly after, “Give me a minute.” 

“Surely I can give you more than a minute.” The sound of a familiar heavy Manchurian accent caused the corner of your lips to tick up, eyes glancing down at your watch to see that your daily visitor was right on time. 

Turning, you looked up to find Jamie leaning in the doorway, arms crossed against his chest, a cheesy smile on his face as he looked at you. “What can I do for you, Jamie?” 

In recent weeks Jamie made it his mission to stop by your office and if he wasn’t spending his free time in your office picking your brain, then he was complaining to you in the treatment room about a mysterious knee issue that magically disappeared after every visit to you but somehow always returned the next day. In the beginning, you thought there was something seriously wrong with him, and you were sure you would lose your job if Richmond lost their star player because you couldn’t figure out what was wrong but as time passed you began to enjoy his little visits.

“It's me knee,” Jamie’s lips turned down into a pout as he walked fully into the room. “It's feelin’ all funny again.” 

You nodded your head trying to tamp down your smile as you gestured for him to take a seat on the treatment table before grabbing a bottle of BioFreeze and rolling the stool over with you to sit. “Have you been doing the stretches I gave you?” 

Jamie reached for your free hand pulling you towards him. Small laughs left you at the rolling sensation before he stopped you in front of him, easily settling his foot between your legs on the stool. “Of course I do love, they make me think of ya.” His finger reached out to boop the tip of your nose, a smug smile washing over his face as your nose scrunched up from the touch.

It felt childish the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered at Jamie’s silly little antics, but you ignored it knowing just how cheeky the man could be. The room was quiet for a minute as you began massaging the cooling gel into Jamie’s knee, “You know I saw you at practice today-,”

“Trainin’.” Jamie clicked his tongue smiling as you rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, your knee seemed to be fine out on the pitch.” You emphasized the final word smiling at the over-dramatic wink Jamie sent your way.

He gave a slight wince as you added more pressure to his knee, you weren’t sure if he was actually sore or if he was just trying to sell whatever this bit was. “Well yeah babe, I can’t let the lads see me sufferin’.” He moved to lean back resting on his elbows.

You nodded pretending to understand what went on in Jamie’s head. “Maybe but I think it might be time to let Roy and Beard in on this injury,” you paused, glancing up to see the humor drain from Jamie’s face. “Might have to sit out a few games until we get this under control you know? Maybe the whole season if we can’t figure out the underlying cause.” 

The silence caused you to look up your hands continuing their massage as you watched Jamie’s face pale, whatever thoughts going on behind those pretty brown eyes didn’t seem too happy. You felt a bit bad about your joke, but before you could clear the air, the sound of your name being shouted followed by the click of heels moving closer stole your attention.

“Oi sorry, didn’t realize you were busy, wow Jamie you look a bit ill everthin’ alright?” Keeley’s voice rang through the treatment room as she made her entrance, her petite frame eagerly hopping onto empty counter space.

You smiled at her as you finished up the ministrations on Jamie’s knee, “Oh you know he’s just coming to terms that this injury might be career-ending.” You looked up at Jamie waiting to see if he’d break. It took a couple of visits for you to finally clock that there wasn’t anything wrong with Jamie’s knee aside from his muscles needing their usual massage but other than that his visits were just periodic at this point. 

“It breaks my heart to know ya don’t believe me?” Jamie’s voice was incredulous as he spoke, his foot lightly tapped your thigh where it still sat a small smirk playing on his lips.

Keeley was quiet as she watched the exchange between the two of you. A cheeky smile of her own decorated her face. For all the years she’d known Jamie she hadn’t seen him quite as smitten as he was with you. When you first expressed concern about Jamie’s constant visits and the stress you were under trying to diagnose his injury she was worried for the both of you, you for how overwhelmed you seemed, and Jamie for his mysterious knee injury. But then there were the few times she’d been with you when Jamie would pop into your office, at first she thought the two of you were just good friends but as she paid attention to Jamie’s flirtatious words and most times unnecessary touches she realized it was something more on Jamie’s end and slowly began piecing it all together, and what kind of friend would she be to the both of you if she didn’t move this train along.

“Oh! Well sorry to hear about your career Jamie, but I was just poppin’ in to steal our favorite doctor, we’ve got a shopping date!” Keeley bounced on the countertop excitement racing through her. 

Jamie sat up at Keeley’s words, obviously interested in the turn of the conversation, “Awe Granddad takin’ you on a date?” He was the only one to laugh at his joke, your stern look caused his chuckles to quiet down.

Keeley rolled her eyes before finding Jamie’s, “No, it's for the gala. I talked Richmond’s favorite PT into making an appearance this year!” Her smile brightened as she stared directly into Jamie’s eyes though her question was directed at you, “Have you found a plus one yet?” 

You tried not to cringe at Keeley’s words, as excited as you were about finally attending one of Richmond’s annual charity galas Keeley wouldn’t take no for an answer when you explained you were fine attending the event solo. You stood from the stool moving to return the gel back to its place and wash your hands. 

“Why bring a guest when I could potentially arrive solo and leave with a lovely companion.” You turned to face both of them, a small smirk lining your lips as you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Jamie’s disgusted scoff was drowned out by Keeley’s excited squeal; the woman catapulted off the countertop excitement radiating off of her as she jumped up and down and clapped excitedly. “You cheeky little shit I love it! Oh, ohh are we thinking a sleazy footballer or emotionally unavailable millionaire donating for a tax write-off?”

You laughed, Jamie’s disgusted scoff turned into a disgusted look as his eyes bounced between the two of you. “I dunno Dani is kinda top of my list, if that doesn’t work out I guess we’ll go from there.” It was subtle but you watched the way Keeley’s eyes flashed to Jamie before landing back on you giving a thumbs up.

“Rojas?” Jamie’s voice was incredulous as he looked at you, “He’s not even monogamous!” The disbelief on his face was palpable, eyes wide. 

Keeley watched as you made your way over to Jamie patting his thigh before settling back on the stool, his hands fell to the sides of the stool spinning you around before pulling the wheeled chair as close to the table as possible his body bowing forward as his chin came to settle atop your head. Keeley felt physically ill as she tamped down the excitement trying to claw its way out of her body; the urge to squeal grew tenfold as she watched you move your head to rest against his shoulder, eyes staring up at Jamie as the man smiled down at you.

“Who said I was monogamous? It's good to try things at least once.” The movement of you shrugging moved Jamie’s arms that were settled around your shoulders, his smile transforming into a frown.

A scoff let him as one of his hands moved up to flick the tip of your nose “M’ just sayin’ I’d never need another if I had you.” You gave Jamie an exasperated look at his words if the man kept up this flirtatious banter you’d never know how to deal with mediocre men again. 

Keeley covered her excited squeal with a false cough, “Shoot, I’ve uh gotta talk with Rebecca about some marketing things, you’ll be fine if we go shopping later right?” Keeley smiled eager to leave the two of you alone.

It took you a minute to look away from Jamie and find Keeley’s eyes sending her a warm understanding smile, “Of course, oh invite Rebecca yeah?” 

Keeley nodded her head sending you a bright smile before looking at Jamie raising her eyebrows slightly silently trying to tell him to make his move. She refrained from rolling her eyes as the man wiggled his eyebrows back to her, any hope of him doing this on his own slowly dwindling. 

You waved the woman off as she left before turning in Jamie’s arms and giving him a serious look, “So, you wanna tell me what’s going on with you?” Your fingers began unconsciously playing with the hem of his shorts eyes peering into his with concern. “I can’t help you if you’re not honest with me Jamie.”

“Ahh don’t worry your pretty little head.” His hand moved to gently tap two fingers against your forehead, “A little knee pain can’t keep me down, I’m Jamie fuckin’ Tartt.” A smug smile took over his face, a quiet laugh escaped him at the way you rolled your eyes.

You stared at him for a moment longer eyes tracing his face before landing on his smile, the urge to give him a smile of your own crept up on you. “Well, Jamie Tartt is there anything else I can help you with?” 

“Mmm dunno love, kinda just like buggin’ ya.” You laughed as his hand reached for yours, admiring the few rings that decorated your fingers. “Feel like I make ya all nervous, it's a bit adorable.” He smiled widely up at you shamelessly lacing his fingers with yours. 

It felt as though your brain short-circuited for a moment, you weren’t sure when the two of you became all touchy-feely and you hardly minded it, but this felt a bit too intimate as he smiled up at you, the palm of his hand fitted perfectly to yours. 

“If we’re done here I have to go add this little visit to your medical file and maybe stop by the coach's office.” You stood up with a slight huff removing your hand from Jamie’s grip, foot gently pushing the rolling stool into the corner, “Make sure to close the door when you leave please, and try not to let a little knee pain ruin the rest of the great Jamie fuckin’ Tartt’s day.” There was a slight teasing undertone in your words as you gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder before taking your leave, needing a bit of space to figure out the thoughts running through your head. 

Jamie sat still atop the treatment table, a small smile lining his lips as he watched you walk away. The tingling sensation your soft hand left behind in his made him feel like a giddy teenager all over again as he stood to take his leave.

You quickly finished updating the last medical file for the evening, checking the time on the phone to make sure you could stop at home for a shower before meeting Keeley and Rebecca for your shopping date. Moving around your office you gathered your few belongings before turning to head home, surprise jolted through you as you looked up to see Jamie standing in the doorway hand poised to knock. 

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, just wanted to see if you wanted to walk to the car park together?” Jamie raised his hands in innocence, he was changed out of his practice gear just as ready to retire for the day as you were.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gave him a small smile trying to get your slightly erratic breathing under control as you grabbed your keys off the desk. 

It was silent between the two of you as you exited your office, Jamie moving out of your way opting to lean against the wall as he watched you lock everything up. Thinking back to his words it wasn’t that Jamie made you nervous, he made you confused he was a flirtatious man by nature and while you didn’t mind the banter between the two of you and willfully fed into it, you were a bit wary of catching feelings for a man who was so secure in himself. Pair that with his profession and the lifestyle he lived you weren’t sure if this was just all fun and games between friends or something more.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” Jamie bumped his shoulder against yours as the two of you began your journey, not finding any reason to move out of your personal space as you nodded in assent. “Is Rojas really top of your list?” 

You let out a surprised laugh expecting the question to be anything but that, giving yourself a moment to think on the answer as you bid goodbye to the few people the two of you walked past. “I don’t actually have a list Jamie,” you paused, giving him a quiet thank you as he opened the door for you to exit. “But I don’t know, Dani seems like the easiest person to have a fun night with and then continue being my colleague like nothing happened.” 

Jamie hummed at your words, the two of you stopping beside your car and leaning against it. “This may be a bit forward, but I for one think it’d be a true shame to only spend one night with you.” His eyes locked on yours, there was no sign of his signature smirk making an appearance as it usually did after one of his flirty remarks, his eyes were intense almost like he was staring through you, an underlying message hidden in their soft brown depths. The feel of his fingers reaching out to yours tickled in the cool evening air. 

Being speechless sure wasn’t something you were used to, but as you stood in the carpark Jamie directly across from you his words lingering in the air, you weren’t sure there was anything you could say. His words held a heavy insinuation and you didn’t think you were brave enough at the moment to find out their actual meaning. 

Your mouth opened and closed unsure of what to say, your brain not even close to doing its job properly. Jamie smiled as he watched you, fingers dancing across your palm as he took a step forward his free hand raised the forefinger of his knuckle tapped gently against your chin, “Like I said, a bit adorable.” He moved quicker than you could react, his fingers pinching your chin and turning your head slightly before his soft lips caressed the apple of your cheek.

“G’night Doc, I’ll do my stretches tonight and think of ya.” Jamie gave you a cheeky smile and wink before turning and making his way to his car. 

The urge to scream was immediate as you watched him enter his car before getting into your own head falling against the steering wheel as you tried to balance the butterflies in your stomach with the confusion racing through your head. 

Jamie sat in his car waiting for you to safely drive away. The large grin on his face wouldn’t be leaving him anytime soon, his days were always made better by making you smile with just his words. He watched as your car drove off, for a man with all the confidence in the world he wasn’t sure when he’d ever be ready enough to admit his feelings to you without making his words seem as though they were just flirty banter. 

Jamie’s mind thought back to his first meeting with you all those years ago, you were one of the only people who wouldn’t put up with his arrogant attitude and now here he was all these years later hoping one day his cutesy words wouldn’t just be something you’d laugh off but instead believed in the same way you believed he was capable of being a better man.

a/n: y’all i love this man, down horrendous for this himbo.

[jungwonnz]

how can i help you?

feat jay x reader ; genre fluff, meet-cute ; word count ~1k ; warnings none, not proof-read

you work through another boring shift at a jewellery store. then, a handsome man walks in, looking for help.

note this is something that randomly came to me and i couldn't let go of it, so here i am on tumblr writing about it... any feedback and interaction is appreciated! 🫶

“yunjin! could you please help this lovely lady with measuring her ring size?” you called over to your coworker, as you flashed the woman a smile and rushed off to attend to a pair of new customers waiting for assistance, welcoming them with a “how can i help you?”. yunjin quickly scurried past you, swerving to avoid bumping into you.

you worked at the jewellery store pandora, and, like it always was on any saturday, you guys were packed. so much so that you barely had time (or room) to stand still and breathe for a moment. unfortunately, you and your friend yunjin were left alone to take care of all the customers, which meant that you wouldn’t be getting rest anytime soon.

after a few hours near lunchtime, the numbers dwindled down, and you and your friend slouched over the counter, closing your eyes and enjoying the peace. 

“this is probably the busiest we’ve ever been…” yunjin said, her tone exhausted. “i know right… i don’t think i’ve ever seen this many couples at once,” you replied, adding a “wish it was me…” underneath your breath. yunjin looked at you with a half-smile and patted your shoulder in a way of comforting you.

suddenly, you heard footsteps. you and yunjin scrambled to stand up and look presentable for the new customer, with yunjin suppressing a groan of annoyance. you took her by the shoulders and sat her down on a stool, saying “it’s okay, you rest; i’ll take care of this one.” ignoring her protests, you walked over to see your new customer. “hello, welcome to pandora! may i help…”

your words caught in your throat as the man looked up at you. he was probably the most handsome person you’d seen in… well, basically your entire life. he was dressed in a navy blue polo and beige dress pants, a charming smile and the most attractive jawline you’ve ever seen. 

you didn’t even realise you were staring until you heard yunjin cough loudly from the back of the store. you flinched, startled, and turning to look back at her, you knew she could tell what was going on in your head. “this is your chance!” she mouthed to you, giving you a thumbs up. 

you turned back to the man, wanting nothing more than to know his name, and possibly every other detail about him. “sorry about that… are you looking for anything in particular?” you asked, scratching your neck awkwardly.

he laughed a little at your frazzled state, and said “don’t worry about it. i’m looking for a ring that i can gift my mother for her birthday. could you help me? i want to make this perfect for her.” he said with a smile.

you felt butterflies explode in your stomach. his voice sent shocks through you like electricity, and the fact he came to get something for his mother? “oh, he’s so sweet” was the only thing racing through your mind.

you flew into action. “of course i can! do you know her ring size? does she prefer gold or silver? oh and, what about gemstones? we have plenty of options here…” 

after thirty minutes of looking and trying to find the perfect ring, he finally found it. you clapped happily as he made his decision, complimenting the ring and assuring him his mother would love it. while you packed the box, the man looked at you and said, “thank you so much…” his tone indicated he wanted to know your name. you answered “y/n,” with a giddy feeling. he nodded, “beautiful... y/n, you worked really hard to help me…i appreciate it. i’m jay, by the way."

you offered him a genuine smile and replied quickly, “of course, jay! i really hope your mom likes the ring… i would love to know what she thinks of it,” you finished, stumbling over your words and looking away.

jay picked up on your tone, and grinned while saying, “oh really? how about i give you my number then, and i’ll let you know what she says?”

you almost yelled out loud. “oh, yes, of course! i’d like that a lot!” you managed to choke out, with yunjin practically squealing in the corner.

you watched jay type your name into a new contact with a small heart next to it and you swore you were about to faint on the spot. 

you handed him his package, and thanked him while he told you he looked forward to seeing you again soon. the moment he stepped out of the store, you ran toward yunjin and she hugged you, screaming about what she had just witnessed.

you both jumped up and down like little kids, all your fatigue from before erased. “i told you this would happen! urgh, you should’ve seen the stupid lovesick look on your face… and the way he was flirting with you?! insane, i tell you…” yunjin talked animatedly, waving her hands around to get her point across while you stood there with a wide smile on your face.

later on that day, when you were finally home from your shift and comfortable in bed, your phone lit up.

jay🧐 [11:03 pm]

hi y/n, this is jay!

my mom really liked the ring. she thought it was perfect, and when i told her about the store associate who helped me so much, she told me to definitely thank you.

soo… can i thank you by taking you out to dinner tomorrow?

y/n [11:05 pm]

aww, i’m so glad she liked it 🥰🥰

i would love to go to dinner with you!! i’ll see you tomorrow, then? 

jay🧐 [11:06 pm]

perfect! see you tomorrow :)

unconsciously, you began kicking your feet as you rushed to tell yunjin about the new development in your love life, your happiness evident by the way you were practically beaming.

and soon, you fell asleep with that very same smile on your face, excited to see jay again.

[wannab-urs]

Hi bestie 🫶🏻💜 congratulations on 1k!!! Got a you call the shots babe request for you (inspired by current events lol): I would like to request Joel comforting reader who is scared of thunderstorms 🤭 run with it how you wish (smut to distract the reader, fluff to soothe the reader, or both 🫠), I trust you thanks love ya from ya stregha nonna 🔮🍝

Hi bb. Thank you so much <3

One Joel x Reader fluff piece comin' right up.

WC: 900

Warnings/content: descriptions of a panic attack, Joel being adorable, cuddling, cuteness, a distinct lack of angst or smut - which is really weird coming from me.

Thunder Buddies

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You’ve been terrified of thunderstorms since you were a small child. Even before the world ended, and you knew you were safe in your bed and that nothing could hurt you, storms sent you into a full on panic attack. 

Now, traveling across the country with a man you’ve only known for a month and sleeping outside most nights, the storms were almost too much to bear. Late summer is the worst time of year for you, with the sky turning dark seemingly every other day, and it’s nearing mid July. 

You aren’t sure how the gruff man you’re traveling with will respond to the panic attack you are sure to have mere minutes from now. He doesn’t seem big on feelings or comfort. May even decide you’re more trouble than you’re worth and ditch you in this stupid fucking cave in the middle of nowhere. 

The sky had turned dark in mid-afternoon, your mood darkening with it. You could smell it in the air, the heavy ozone scent clinging to your nostrils and clawing down your throat, choking you.  You begged Joel to find a cabin or a cave or something to protect you from the storm that was sure to roll in. “It’s not safe, Joel,” you’d pled with him. 

He’d relented and eventually came up on a small cave, not tall enough for either of you to stand up in, but deep enough to comfortably fit your sleeping bags. You’d crawled in immediately and settled against the far back wall with your sleeping bag wrapped around your shoulders. Joel stayed outside and said he’d keep watch tonight. 

Now the rain is pouring down and you’re shaking violently, trying to keep your crying as silent as possible. Joel is sitting at the mouth of the cave, his denim-clad back to you. He hasn’t so much as looked over his shoulder at you in the 2 hours you’ve been huddled in the cave. The humidity is making his shirt cling to the muscles of his back and you try to focus on that instead of the storm that is certainly about to break. 

As if on cue, lightning flashes across the sky. You scream and press yourself further into the wall, hyperventilating as thunder rolls across the sky. Suddenly, Joel is crouching next to you with a wince. 

“Hey! Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart?” Joel hesitantly reaches a hand out to your shoulder, his brow is pinched with concern. You look up at him from your hunched position through watery eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look concerned before. 

“I’m-- FUCK!” You yelp and flinch so hard you hit your head on the wall of the cave as thunder cracks like a whip. You slump onto the ground, crying hard from pain and fear. 

Joel drops to his knees and grabs your shoulders, pulling you into his chest awkwardly. “You scared of thunder?” You nod against his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your body closer to him. So many people have teased you for being afraid of thunderstorms -- it’s the apocalypse. You should be worried about clickers and raiders, not the weather -- but you can’t help it. He’s not teasing you, he’s hugging you. 

“Lemme get more comfortable. I’ll keep ya company,” Joel’s voice rumbles, low like thunder, but comforting instead of terrifying. Joel shifts so his back is pressed against the wall and his legs are splayed out in front of him. He absently massages his knee and looks at you expectantly. You just stare at him, shocked by his behavior. This man has never so much as patted your back in the whole month you’ve known him.

A flash of lightning briefly turns the sky outside to daylight and a crack of thunder sounds so loud you feel it rattle your bones. You fly into Joel’s side, fresh tears pouring down your face. You press your face into the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around his broad frame, not even realizing you’re straddling his lap until the thunder stops echoing. You’re about to scramble off him when a large hand settles on your back. Joel rubs soothing circles with his palm, settling his other arm around your waist to support you. 

“You’re alright darlin’, I got ya now. You’re safe,” Joel grumbles into your hair. You think you feel his lips press to the top of your head briefly. He’s right. You feel safer now than you have since your parents died, wrapped in his strong arms and braced against his broad chest. You’re tucked fully into his front, his chin resting on your head and your chest flush with his. The collar of his denim shirt is soaked with tears, but you’re not crying anymore. 

Joel smells like pine and sweat and dirt and something that must be essentially him, and it’s yet another comfort to you as thunder rips across the sky again. You don’t flinch nearly as hard this time, breathing him in deeply as he gives you a comforting squeeze. 

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You wake up tucked into your sleeping bag, Joel’s arm thrown over your waist and his nose buried in your hair. The sun is streaming into your cozy little cave and you nuzzle your face into his chest, enjoying the way you feel truly safe and comforted for the first time in as long as you can remember. 

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[dhvlee]

hi !!! i love thigh riding so much youre such a great writer 🫶🏻 have u heard a song called drunk text by henry moodie? can i req something for hyuck inspired by that song? maybe around 0.5K or 1K, u can make it angst or fluff or anything u like 🫶🏻 thank you so much hope you have a great day 🫂

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hii, thank u so much, it means a lot!! i hope u have a great day as well!!<3 i hope this is what you wanted, if not let me know and i’ll rewrite it/write something new!<3

drunk text ↠ lee haechan

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pairing: haechan x fem!reader

genre: angst

words: 1,174

i wish i was who you drunk texted at midnight a few days ago. i wish i was the reason you stay up 'til 3, i wish i was the boy you think about at night when you can't sleep at night. i wish i was more than just a friend to you.

“thank you for walking me home, hyuck” you said looking at him as you stood in front of your house.

“y/n, you don’t need to thank me. i like spending time with you so yeah,” he sent you a soft smile.

“the sky is beautiful tonight, right? the stars and moon are visible today, i love it!” you stared at the sky, not noticing how haechan was looking at you.

the truth is that this boy has been totally in love with you for as long as he can remember. your mutual friends, especially renjun and mark, have been telling him for a long time that he should finally confess his love to you. but he was afraid. afraid of rejection, afraid of losing you, afraid of destroying your friendship.

but he wanted you so much, he wanted to hold you in his arms and tell you how much he loves you. he wanted so much to take you on dates, hold your hands, spend every free moment with you. he would like you to let him love you the way you deserve to be loved.

“y/n i-” he paused as you looked at him. the sparkle in your eyes was beautiful. at that moment he was ready to confess his love to you, but he noticed that you were shivering from the cold, he didn't want to keep you outside, he didn't want you to get sick because of him. “forget it. go home, it’s cold.”

maybe it's a good thing he didn't say his feelings out loud, maybe he saved himself from embarrassing himself in front of you. because he knew the chances of you loving him back were slim.

so at that moment he decided to leave without turning to look at you for the last time that evening. because he didn't want you to see his teary eyes. he didn't want you to worry. he didn't want to tell you how he felt about you. he was afraid, he was a coward.

a week has passed. that day you and haechan decided to have a few drinks.

you and him had a lot of fun together. you reminisced about your childhood, watched movies, played games, joked with each other as you always used to.

haechan loved your laugh. loved the twinkle in your eyes when you laughed. he loved the way you leaned against him and grabbed his arm as you laughed. he was glad to have you in his life, he was glad to have someone who made his days so much better. he loved the feeling of butterflies in his stomach as you rested your head on his shoulder. loved the way you often talked about everything and nothing at the same time. he loved how you weren't afraid to be yourself around him.

later that night, when he got home, he burst into tears remembering how you told him that a few days ago at midnight you sent drunk texts to a man you liked. it broke his heart, but what could he do? he couldn't change it, so all he could do right now was cry out his eyes, the sick feeling circulating in his stomach.

without thinking clearly, he started texting you. funny how it was also night for him and he was as drunk as you were a few days ago when you texted your crush.

i wish i was who you drunk texted at midnight a few days ago. i wish i was the reason you stay up 'til 3, i wish i was the boy you think about at night when you can't sleep at night. i wish i was more than just a friend to you.

but he was a coward. he didn't send it, he deleted it before he clicked send.

a few months passed, spring came. it was april and everything was in bloom, a lot had changed in the world.

the boy you liked turned out to be a terrible person so even your feelings about him have changed.

the only thing that hasn't changed is his feelings for you. he still thought of you, he still loved you. maybe even more than before. sometimes he questioned if maybe you also felt the same. he wondered if he was on your mind as often as you were on his. but he was too afraid of losing a friend if he took a risk and confessed his love to you.

you got closer to him so he wondered if all the pranks and jokes you made together were just an attempt to hide your feelings for each other.

hiding his feelings for you was hard. hyuck changed a bit, he was less happy than ever which even your mutual friends noticed. they tried to convince him to confess his love, because maybe if he knew the truth what you think about him, it would be easier for him. maybe you would be happy together, or maybe if your answer was negative, then maybe he would lose his feelings and come back to life, maybe he would be happy again.

but no, he would rather lose himself than lose you. he was destroying himself to keep a friend. to keep you.

months passed again and his feelings still hadn't changed. he still wished you were his, he still wished he was the one for you. he still hoped that maybe you love him too, but like him, you're afraid to tell him.

that’s why when one day you came to him to tell him something, he was waiting like a fool to hear three words from you: I love you. after all, everyone can dream about something like that, right? especially when it was the girl you had loved for several years.

that's why he got heartbroken again when he heard something different from you, something he never wanted to hear.

“and then he asked me out and i said yes!” you said smiling happily. he wanted to be happy for you, he wanted to be happy that you were happy. but he couldn't. at that moment, not even your laughter and smile could make him feel better.

“oh, i’m glad you found someone you like,” he tried to sound enthusiastic, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he was sure they didn't sound that way. but you were definitely too happy to see how he was suffering in that moment — and that’s okay, he was glad cause he wouldn't want you to see him like that.

and as soon as you left his apartment, he slid to the floor bursting into tears. at that moment he wished he had sent that stupid message a few months ago. he regretted not confessing his feelings to you. because maybe things would have turned out differently, maybe you would have fallen in love with him too.

but now it was too late. because you fell in love with someone else, you fell in love with someone who is not him.

[firstkanaphans]

For the smut prompt, will you consider writing, 8, 9, 13 and 14? Either for TinnGun or AkkAye. If it's too many, ou can combine the prompts too

Hiiii! I went with TinnGun because I'm trying to give preference to non-FK pairs. I had already done most of these prompts, but I ended up combining numbers 9 and 13 for you 🫶🏻 Word Count: 1K

{holding} their shoulders for stability + {trying} a new position with them

“Okay, so…like this?”

Tinn was sitting upright on the couch in the apartment that he and Gun shared, completely naked, as Gun threw a leg over him and tried to finagle himself into a position where sex might be possible. Although they had grown more comfortable with each other’s bodies over the past few weeks, they were still figuring things out. This was the first time they had tried to have sex outside of a bedroom—the first time they had tried to have sex like this—and it wasn’t going well.

Gun put a hand on Tinn’s shoulder to steady himself as he lifted himself up, looking behind him in search of Tinn’s dick, but he couldn’t seem to figure out what to do from there because he froze. His fingernails were digging into Tinn’s skin so hard it felt like he might bruise and although he had promised Gun he wouldn’t, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Stop laughing!” Gun cried, whipping his head around to glare at Tinn in accusation.

“I’m not laughing!” Tinn said, still laughing. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t trying to be mean. It was actually a compliment. It felt good to finally be comfortable enough with Gun, with sex, with his own body, to sit naked in his living room and not worry about embarrassing himself. It felt good to be able to embarrass themselves together.

“You are!” Gun cried, but the laughter seemed to have motivated him. He reached down again and this time, he was able to grab Tinn’s dick, although he did so a bit harder than was strictly necessary. He tried to position Tinn at his entrance, but he was still struggling to get him exactly where he needed him to go and Tinn knew that if he kept touching him like that, he was going to come before they got to the sex portion of the evening at all. So he grabbed Gun by the hips and pulled him closer into his body until Gun was fully seated in his lap, straddling him. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Oh,” Gun said, immediately going still. “Well, see, that feels nice.”

“Yeah,” Tinn agreed with a laugh. “It does.”

Gun groaned and dropped his head down onto Tinn’s shoulder. “I’m going to do it wrong! I’m going to fall off and you’re going to make fun of me forever.”

“You’re not going to fall off,” Tinn reassured him. “I won’t let you.”

Slowly, Gun looked up, his eyes sparkling. “You promise?”

“I promise. Now, lift up.” Tinn patted him on the flank gently and Gun did as he asked, pushing up onto his knees. Then, Tinn took it upon himself to do what Gun could not. He found the opening of Gun’s body and pushed just the tip of his dick inside so that Gun would know he was there. That he was ready. Gun sucked in sharply. “May I?” 

Slowly, Gun looked him in the eyes and nodded, so Tinn entered him, holding Gun carefully in place, and tried to ignore his own pleasure as he focused on not bringing Gun any pain. Gun’s mouth opened just slightly as Tinn pushed inside, but soon he was moving of his own accord, taking Tinn further until he was right back where he had started: fully seated on Tinn’s lap.

“You’re so…deep,” Gun said breathlessly with a slight roll of his hips that sent a jolt of pleasure throughout Tinn’s body.

“Is that bad?” Tinn asked.

“No. I think it’s good,” Gun said. The last word came out sounding like a sigh.

Then, he started to move.

Although they had been having sex for weeks, Tinn had never felt anything quite like this. Neither he nor Gun had a preference for who fucked whom, but every time Tinn had ever been on top, he had always been the one in control. To have that control stripped from him—to be able to watch Gun chase his own pleasure instead—it felt revolutionary. 

Tinn held Gun’s waist, determined not to let him fall, but other than that, he let Gun do whatever he wanted and he simply watched as his boyfriend rode him, looking like a rare, precious work of art. Gun was naked with sweat glistening off his skin. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, his dick was bouncing between them. He was beautiful. 

“Tinn,” Gun moaned, holding onto Tinn’s shoulders tightly as he sped up his movements.

“It’s fine,” Tinn reassured him. “I’ve got you.”

This time, Gun was the one who laughed. “I know,” he said. “But I need you to touch me.”

“Oh. Right!”

Tinn slipped his hand between their bodies and began stroking Gun in time to his own thrusts. Gun’s dick was swollen and leaking in his hand and Tinn was right at the edge of oragsm himself, overwhelmed by all the new feelings, but he was so in awe of Gun’s beauty that his own pleasure seemed almost superfluous. He just stared up at him, mesmerized, until Gun’s careful rhythm stuttered and he came all over Tinn’s hand.

The contractions of his body around Tinn’s dick was enough to finish him as well and then they collapsed against each other on the sofa, their bodies still joined, hearts racing as they fought to catch their breath. Tinn probably would have stayed like that all night if Gun had let him but eventually, he sat up and smiled.

“I think that went well,” he said.

“Uh, yeah,” Tinn agreed with a laugh. “I’d say so. I told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”

He, unfortunately, spoke too soon. The words were barely out of his mouth before Gun pulled off of him, trying to dismount, and ended up losing his balance. He fell from Tinn’s lap entirely, tilting precariously towards the floor and although Tinn tried to catch him, it was too late. They fell onto the carpet together.

“Ow,” Gun said, but then he turned to look at Tinn, lying next to him, just as confused and disheveled, and they both started laughing. It was perfect.

[eoieopda]

First off, congrats on 1k 👏👏👏👏 you are so incredible at writing and when I followed I assumed I was late finding you but it appears to be I came in early(?) on time, any who…

More than you know - Axewell /\ Ingrosso

With Jungkook 🙃

Thank you if you do this ❤️ keep up the great writing 🥰😎

tysm sweet bb! i’m so glad you found me, whenever and however you did 🫶🏻 also, this is such a banger omfg. i had to physically get up and jump around my bedroom, lol.

listen here

ft. truly the most chaotic and adorable jungkook i’ve written to date, i think. this is also the first 1k drabblepalooza piece to literally include the inspo. song, which feels kind of fitting since it’s the last one!

you had your reasons, you had a few / but you knew that I would go anywhere for you / ‘cause it ain't over, until she sings

A slump.

There was no other way to put it. You were simultaneously too wired to sleep, and too tired to do much of anything else. Above all, you were bored. No matter how many times you checked your phone, the time on the home screen never seemed to change. The seconds slid by like syrup, sticking to everything as they passed.

Ugh.

Jungkook should have been home from work hours ago. When he wasn’t, he swore up and down that he was nearly finished with whatever it was that held him up. As soon as he did finish, he’d said, he’d be right there to keep you company and keep you occupied. Unfortunately for you, that last text was sent more than two hours ago.

You’d watched so many episodes of Sailor Moon in the meantime that you felt your brain turning to doenjang.

Listless, you flopped back onto your mattress with your arms outstretched on either side. As you did, your phone slipped out of your hand, over the edge of the bed, and onto the floor. You stared after it but didn’t bother to grab it. It wasn’t doing you any good, anyway.

Stretched out over the mattress, it dawned on you how rarely you got the opportunity to take up this much space. Now, you could truly bask in it: the newfound ability to spread out without arms around your waist, or a head resting on your chest, or a leg flung over your side to keep you close while you slept. It also dawned on you that you actually kind of hated feeling this untangled.

Between you and Jungkook, you certainly weren’t the clingy one. As he’d once lovingly phrased it, you were a cactus. You didn’t need constant attention or physical contact to thrive — just some, now and then, in moderation. Low maintenance. Jungkook, on the other hand, said he needed enough to drown in. Until now, this assessment seemed spot-on.

Of course, you’d never dream of telling him that his neediness had — shockingly — rubbed off on you. If Jungkook knew that his affection was missed this badly, you’d have to have him surgically removed.

Eventually, your eyes began burning from the way you’d zoned out, staring at the ceiling. You closed them and, like a child, you made a wish: When they open again, Jungkook will be standing in the doorway. So, you kept them closed to increase the likelihood of your wish coming true.

And you waited, waited, waited…

You might’ve stayed asleep if there wasn’t a car honking emphatically outside your window. There was intermittent shouting, too, and — music?

Sitting up, you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes. As it turned out, it was confusion — not exhaustion — that kept them narrowed. With a groan, you dragged yourself to your feet. Then, you stumbled through the dark towards your balcony door. As you slid open the glass pane and stepped out in the cold, you braced yourself.

Oh god.

Standing on the sidewalk with a boombox at his feet was one Jeon Jungkook. You didn’t recognize the song that was absolutely blaring from the speakers, but his chaotic charm was nothing new. Truthfully, you couldn’t tell which of those two things had drawn more of the onlookers’ attention.

“I just need to get it off my chest,” he belted — in English — with his eyes shut tightly and his raised fist shaking in the air. It was the most absurd display of exaggerated emotion you’d ever seen out of him; and that was saying something. Judging by his smirk, he found himself immensely entertaining, too.

“Yeah, more than you know!”

You snorted, but immediately slapped a hand over your mouth. As hard as it was, you tried to keep your laughter off the list of noise complaints you’d surely receive. Across the street, an old man shoved his head out the window just to bark, “Babo, hajima!”

“Yeah, more than you know.”

Jungkook’s eyes flew open, focusing hard on you. His fist opened, too. With one finger extended, he let his arm drop slowly until he was pointing right at you. As if you weren’t blushing badly enough, he wiggled his hips in time with the music, “You should know that, baby, you’re the best.”

Torn between swooning and dying of embarrassment, you expected to drop at any moment. There was a young couple sitting at a bus stop a few meters behind Jungkook that showered him with praise, though. Ever the crowd-pleaser, Jungkook pointed finger guns at both men and shot them a wink, too.

“Jungkookah!” You whined loudly enough for him to hear but — hopefully — quietly enough to avoid further upset. You could no longer restrain the full, belly laugh that made your shoulders shake.

“Sorry I’m late!” He shouted back, entirely unbothered by the passersby who heckled him. “Also I’m sorry for forgetting my keys!”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. In your confusion, you forgot your manners; you yelled down through wheezing laughter, “You what? Is that what all this was for?”

Jungkook was beaming more brightly than you’d ever seen when he shrugged, “Well, you didn’t answer when I texted or called. What else was I supposed to do?”

Before you could even think to ask after the stereo he’d somehow acquired, you ran to the door and headed for the stairwell. Hopefully, you could whisk your boyfriend away before someone called the police to do the same.

[eddiesghxst]

i’m the one that sent the original box and polaroid fic!!

i want to double down on the post about robyn and steve finding the polaroid box, ride that train so to speak.

after they leave, and eddie is thoroughly redder and brighter than your thighs when you leave his house some nights, you arrive to the trailer and he reluctantly has to tell you. it’s only fair, and he can’t deal with keeping secrets from you if they don’t land him in delicious trouble (not this)

again, i’m pointing out how perverted the two of you are together which nobody knows. so when you smile at him, he starts to wonder if there’s anything that won’t make you want to jump his bones. him tying his hair up to work on a car, him leaning over the counter and his boxers peek up a bit, him literally making coffee.

but you ask him what it would be like if someone watched. i don’t think eddie would rationally EVER do this in real life because of the reaction he had when steve and robyn found the box. he would slit somebody’s throat if they saw you in the vulnerable state you bless him with. but he listens and listens as you tell him what it would be like to ride his dick while someone was sitting there. unable to touch either you or eddie. just in pain as they see you and your man fall apart from pure bliss again and again over and over. (inspired by an ex’s fantasy lol)

he leaves your thighs red again, burning and glistening that night. robyn catches him the next day at the store with a six pack in one hand and a brand new empty box decorated in the other as he buys them. she turns redder than your thighs if that’s even possible

- 🫶 anon

YES. A MILLION TIMES YES. I REALLY RAN WITH THIS ONE

also this is definitely not proof read

18+ — MINORS DNI

word count: 1k

for context: part one | part two

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For a moment, Eddie is surprised you’re not upset about Robin and Steve finding the box. He had worried that you would be too paranoid about more people finding your dirty little secret and make him throw out the stash entirely, but to his surprise (yet again), you weren’t upset at all. In fact, you were the exact opposite of upset. Eddie didn’t understand at first, but he quickly remembered how you and he ended up together in the first place, and that settled his confusion.

It’s been two months since you and Eddie hooked up, and since then, Eddie has fucked you enough times to notice when you’ve got that glint in your eyes, that means you have something brewing in that pretty little head of yours. He asked you just to come out and say it, but Eddie hadn’t expected you to tell him that you wouldn’t mind having Steve or Robin or both of them watch you and Eddie have sex.

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, feigning innocence as you fidget with the hem of your skirt. “I think it’d be hot, just letting them watch, you know?” 

Eddie blinks at you, a hint of disbelief flashing behind his eyes before he shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not; I’m not giving Harrington, of all people, front-row tickets to watch me screw your brains out.” 

Eddie was very solid in his decision then. He even emphasized his distaste for sharing you with a handful of hefty slaps to your ass and thighs topped off with hours of edging. Trying to explain to Robin why you hissed each time you took a seat was difficult. Still, she eventually understood when she remembered seeing a glimpse of a Polaroid in Eddie’s box—- the backs of your thighs red with visible hand marks across them, Eddie's hand splayed wide across your ass cheek, and a glistening white substance dripping over the red skin of your thighs. You’d never seen Robin’s face so red in your life.

Truthfully, Eddie doesn’t have a backbone when it comes to you, so it was only a matter of time before he gave in and granted you your filthy wish. He invited Robin and Steve over under the guise of a friendly hang out, blowing through a blunt before asking them if they wanted to watch him fuck you. You were initially shocked since Eddie hadn’t told you of his devious plan, but you certainly didn’t object. Robin, bless her sweet heart, had quickly made an excuse to run some errands and made a run for it, leaving behind a very willing and eager Steve to watch the show.

You’re not entirely sure what changed between then and now, but you don’t have it in you to ask, too overwhelmed with the sensation of Eddie fucking you within an inch of your life and the heated gaze of Steve from across the room.

“You’re putting on such a good show for Harrington, sweetheart,” Eddie hums from behind you, smirking when you mewl into his sheets, thighs shaking in pleasure. “My little movie star,” Eddie’s palm cracks down on your sore ass, a gasp ripping through your body as you spew out a line of Thank you’s.

“You wanna go ahead and tell Harrington how badly you wanted this, hm?” Eddie snickers when you shake your head no into his sheets, reaching forward to loop his fingers around your neck and pull you up against him. You moan as Eddie’s cock sinks deeper into your cunt, and Eddie groans at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

Steve can hardly believe any of this is real, shifting in the seat across the room as he palms his aching cock beneath his jeans, searching for any relief he can get.

Eddie’s lips brush against your ear as he speaks, “I want you to tell him. Tell him how badly you begged me to let him watch you turn into a slut for me.” Your hand falls onto Eddie’s that’s gripping your hip, pulling you up and down onto his cock. “I-I… please.” Words seem to fail you due to how deep Eddie is. Steve watches in awe as your eyes roll back and flutter shut. Eddie breathlessly chuckles, locking eyes with Steve over your shoulder as he continues to fuck you. 

“Make yourself useful, Harrington; grab the camera.” Eddie nods towards the Polaroid lying on his dresser and snickers when Steve practically scrambles to grab it.

Steve steps forward to stand in front of the bed, wide, intrigued eyes stuck on the movie unfolding before him. Eddie gives you a short thrust, and you let out a broken moan as he speaks, “Go on, start snapping shots.”

Steve quickly complies, heavily swallowing as he raises the camera to his face and snaps a shaky photo of you and Eddie.

Eddie pushes two fingers past your lips and sinks them into the warm cavern of your mouth, humming when you clench around him as your jaw drops. Steve quickly takes a close-up shot of Eddie's ringed fingers against your tongue.

“Get her pussy, Harrington.” Steve sinks to his knees, marveling at the sight of you taking every inch of Eddie. Wet sticky arousal dripped onto the bed and smeared across your and Eddie’s thighs. Eddie’s hand slips past your hip and spreads your sticky lips apart, putting your swollen clit on display for Steve.

Steve prepares to take the picture and groans, “Holy fuck,” Snap.

At the sound of the camera snapping, you topple over the edge of your climax, crying out Eddie’s name as you tremble within his grasp. Steve watches from the ground, lips parted in awe as he tries to submit every second to memory.

Snap.

Eddie doesn’t take long to follow you, pushing you forward to fall onto the bed in exhaustion, moaning as he slips out of you before flipping you over. He nudges your thighs open, smirking when you moan as he runs a shaky hand through his damp curls and wraps the other around his aching cock. Steve watches as Eddie jerks himself off to the end, aiming his release at your heaving chest.

Eddie is panting with hooded eyes as he glances toward Steve, still stuck in a trance at the foot of the bed. Eddie reaches out and gestures for Steve to pass him the Polaroid. Steve hands the camera to Eddie and watches him snap a photo of your cum covered tits, snatching the picture once it prints.

Eddie tosses the picture towards Steve and grins with a wink, “A gift for your services, Harrington. You know where the door is.”

When Steve settles into the driver’s seat of his car, he looks down at the newly developed photo in his hands and takes a deep breath.

What the fuck just happened?

[brwnicons]

bro, i miss you so much🥹 but on your last posts, i decide to send a request and my apologise if i did the wrong way of sending request !!!11!!1! 🫶🏼

😡💔🫂📖 with Stede Bonnet !!11!! anyways have great day/night, sweetie (´ω`) you can do other request or ignore this!!

-🦈

☆ You sent it perfectly, thank you! I'm so sorry for stopping writing so suddenly. I abused too much of my hyperfocus states I grew so tired I couldn't write anything. However this time I'll be taking things easy and healthy! Btw I love sharks!! 🦈💛 ☆

😡💔🫂📖 + Stede Bonnet

1k followers event: Send me 3/4 emojis and a character and I'll try to write something <3

-> Resume: Stede and Reader have a fight and Lucius steps in to solve everything before either of you dumbasses throw yourselves off to the sea because it seems like you two can't be apart for more than 5 minutes. 1.8k words (~7 min)

-> Tags: GN!Reader, First Mate Reader, Stede Bonnet x reader, Blackbeard didn't arrive at the Revenge here, Angst?? It doesn't feel like it, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Lucius should be paid for his therapy service. Talk it through my ass, Mr Bonnet.

-> Warnings: None

Please tell me if you see any mistake!

The atmosphere is uncomfortable and the tension surrounding the galley could be cut with a knife. Nobody talked and everyone would slightly flinch at the sound of cluttering.

The fight you had previously had with captain Stede was heard in every bit of the ship and it had been so strange to see you both shouting at each other that everyone else were left petrified. And now? You were eating with the crew for the first time in months, with a frown on your face and handling the cutlery roughly, as if instead of stabbing some steak you were stabbing Stede.

Lunch went abnormally peacefully and without any argument and when everyone was finished you headed to were Roach was cleaning up the dishes and remains.

—Let me help you— You offered Roach as you took a plate and a sponge and started scrubbing. Roach only shrugged in response and stepped aside to give you more space.

As you were both working in silence, you were able to notice his ocasional side glances on your head and his sometimes hesitating breaths, as if he were deciding whether your situation actually was or was not none of his business. After a couple of minutes he sighed and decided to ask.

— Uh... you OK? That seemed like a pretty much intense argument. We expected you two to take out your swords and all.— He tried to brush it off with a bit of humor and a indifferent pitch but you caught that he wanted something. Maybe it was comforting you (something kind of odd knowing Roach's personality) or he was trying to get fuel for the crew's gossip. Your current mood didn't let you think of his intentions as friendly and so you glared at him and left the dishes in complete silence, leaving through the door right after.

What you didn't know was that a certain scribe had been intently watching the scene.

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As the day progressed the deck's atmosphere began losing its previous tension and recovered its usually cheerfulness. You grabbed a broom and decided to busy yourself with some sweeping.

— Now, spit it. What the hell happened with you both before?—

You rose your head to meet Lucius' eyes next to you. He was sitting on the deck's stairs with his hands supporting his head.

— It's none of your business, Lucius— you turned to leave when you heard him stand up.

—None of- None of my business?! Dear, you've been nothing like yourself since that fight. You both never even fight!— he approached you and put his hands on your shoulders to make you look at him.

—Remeber when you helped me when Pete and I fought? About all the corny things you told me?— You looked down at the memory of asking Lucius to recall every time he and Pete cuddled or how happy he made him —Let me help you this time—.

You accepted your fate and sat down with him in the stairs, where you hugged him tightly.

— I was just worried about the raids... Last time he got hurt and I was so scared and— You could already feel the tears building up and you hid your face in your hands. You could feel Lucius' hand on your back, doing soothing circles —I don't want to lose him, Luce! He gets so carried away he forgets about taking care of himself!—

— And... That's why you told him you would left and resign as his First Mate if he didn't stop raiding without thinking? —

—Yeah...— You sniffed and wiped off your tears with the back of your hand when you felt a thin object being put on your knee. You accepted the handkerchief with a sad smile and wiped your eyes properly.

Seeing your current state, Lucius abruptly stood up and offered you his hand.

— I'll go talk with him — He had a stern look that said that his opinion couldn't be changed because the decision had been already made.

You sighed in defeat and, accepting his hand, you stood up and shook off your clothes.

— Alright... But don't be too harsh, please—

Lucius smiled at your words and gave you a few pats in the back

— Definetly you're not the same y/n that was trying to stab a piece of meat during lunch — You looked at him tiredly, he hadn't answer your question. — Alright, I promise. I won't be too harsh with him. —

You smiled and he gave you one final hug before walking towards the Captain's cabin.

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Lucius didn't even bother to knock and bursted open the door to the cabin. Any pirate captain would response to that disrespectful behaviour with the amputation of a finger at least. Instead, captain Bonnet seemed so busy weeping and sobbing in his bed, in a nest made of blankets and cushions, that he didn't hear neither Lucius bursting the door open nor his next approach.

When he was right next to his captain blanket-cocoon and Stede was still unaware of his presence, he cleaned his throat to call for his attention.

— Uh... Captain? I need to talk to you —

Stede gave a visible and violent full body flinch at Lucius' words. He turned his head to the boy next to his bed and quickly tried to act as if he wasn't crying just a second ago, his face still all piffy and red.

— Good lords, Lucius, you startled me! —

He took off the blankets and stood up with a quick jump. — Well, what do you need? I hope it's important, boy! I'm quite busy at this moment —.

Lucius huffed and approached the sofa. He sat on one edge and patted the spot next to him. — I'm here to talk about your fight with your partner. Now, move your ass here because I'm going to set some things clear —. Lucius' tone didn't admit rejection and after hearing a loud gulp from Stede, he had his captain sitting next to him, fidgeting with the edges of his robe.

— What do you mean you want to talk about y/n...? Have you talked to them? — Stede was no longer able to hide his nervousness. Yeah, he had gotten angry because his dear y/n had threatened with leaving if he didn't take care. But, still, he loved them and thinking about them being sad because of the fight made his heart break. He hadn't wanted to get so angry.

— Yes, I've been talking to them — Lucius took a deep breath and interrupted his thoughts. — I can't believe it! — He pointed at his chest — You're the one that always presses the whole "talk it trough" on us but then, you transform into a sad dog after a misunderstanding with your partner! It's ridiculous! —

— Well, I'm aware that I certainly haven't behaved‐ —

— No! — Lucius grabbed one cushion that was laying around on the couch and shoved it into his captain's face — Look! I've got the cushion so it's my turn to talk. Now, listen to me. You have fought with someone who was worrying about your health and well-being, because you're the only one able to lead a raid after having been stabbed in your damn stomach! They take care of you, they worry about you and you get mad at them because of an obvious lie?! —

Stede felt silent. He knew he had made a mistake the moment he saw you running under the ship after that fight. He had felt horribly after and as the coward he was, the only thing he did was sleep. And drink. Both to forget that he hurt you.

Lucius dropped the pillow on Stede's knees and crossed his arms.

— You may speak now –.

— Lucius... — Stede hugged the pillow tightly. His glassy eyes didn't allow him to see Lucius clearly — I'm so sorry we fought- I don't want them to leave! I mean- not because of my mistakes. — Lucius gave a hum of approval as he inquired him to keep going. Stede sighed.

— I love them so much, Lucius. When the possibility of them leaving crossed my mind I got so scared I could only shout at them... I certainly wasn't acting rationally... I let myself get carried by the heat of the moment —

— Keep going — Stede sighed again and decided to maintain his eyes in a loose thread of the pillow instead of holding Lucius hard gaze.

— Neither shouldn't I have been so reckless. We don't need the raids at this moment in time and I understand y/n is as worried as my well-being as I am about theirs. I should have had their feelings into account. —

Lucius grinned in success and clapped excitedly.

— That's good! Yes, sir! Now, how do you feel —

— Miserable —.

— Well, lucky you! I'm sure a certain someone has been happy to hear all this lament of yours — Lucius gave Stede a light punch in his shoulder that Stede answered with a instant "ow". He turned towards the cabin door and waved.

— I know you're there, y/n. You can come out now! —

You peeked out from behind the door and the moment Stede saw you he stood up a headed towards you.

— Oh, dear... — He dropped the cushion at the sight of your glassy eyes, not caring if he was already crying, and took hold of both of your hands.

— I am so sorry, y/n. I mean it. I am so sorry I hurt you. Please, I can't bear being apart from you knowing it was me who hurt you. Please, forgive me. I- —. You cut his spiraling of guilt with a tight embrace.

— Of course I forgive you, you silly —. You pulled apart to take his face in your hands — I shouldn't have said that I would leave. You know I wouldn't, I love you —

— Oh, dear. I love you too —. He hugged you again and you could smell the vanilla scent of his hair.

— Well, then. I'll let you two lovebirds to it. No need to thank me I see! — You heard Lucius' fake offended tone but before either of you could thank him, he dissapeared behind the door.

— He's quite a mediator... —. You giggled at Stede's thoughtful expression and hugged him again.

————

That night you picked out the book for the night reading. You fell asleep quickly, leaned on Stede's side. A soft blanket covered you both and although tiredness didn't allow you to distinguish his words, you could feel the deep rumbling of his chest while he talked.

And next morning, you woke up next to him in the captain's cabin. He had his head on your chest and his arms encircled you. He snored softly as the golden light from the morning sun made his hair glow.

How could you leave?

[peachypinkygloss]

✨ event ✨

First of all, thank you all so much for supporting me and bringing me to 2k followers. 🥹 As we speak, I've already reached that number and I can't express how grateful I am. I hope you'll all stick with me through another 10 months (time passes so fast!) and who knows, maybe for the next event also! 😉

♡・2k celebration masterlist.

With the results of this poll, we'll do a drabble game to celebrate 🎉

I will ask you to send me an ask with the trope + the BTS member of your choice. To spice things up, you can add a ship (ex.: fuck boy!jimin x rich kid!reader, etc.) and of course, since it's me 🤭, you can request smut.

The event will end on August 6. Anything sent after the due date won't be prioritize.

Rules:

— it must fit into 1k words

— only member x female reader (just in case: max 3 members, iykwim lmao)

— smut isn't required, but say so if it isn't because I will probably add some if it fits the scenario

— you can send 2 requests maximum (and please do not send one that you've sent to someone else. this is a special event :()

and my requests rules will apply to this event.

This is the first time I do something like this, so I hope a lot of you will participate. This will really mean a lot to me and I will be more than happy to write everyone's request. I genuinely want everybody to enjoy this fun little game because I know I will!

*note: you can send on or off anon, but if you send off anon, please have your age indicated somewhere on your blog. you have to be 18+ to participate. minors are not allowed to interact, even if the request doesn't have any explicit content.

*note 2: this has nothing to do with my regular requests. they will still be closed after the game. and the requests sent before won't be answered as they weren't made for this event.

*note 3: i'm scared there won't be a lot of participation. in case that happens, i'll be sad that's for sure, but i'll be incredibly grateful to the ones who did. it's becoming difficult to have an actual active community on tumblr :( and i think it's just how it is. nonetheless, thank you to everybody, i love you all so freaking much. you're the reason why writing has become so important and precious to me. 🫶🏻

[endlessthxxghts]

Hey sweetie, long time no see. I just wanted to come on here and apologise for being quite absent on here as of late, ive honestly just been not in the right head space to do much more than the occasional lurking for 10 mins or so a day. But i'm just sending this to let you know ive defs not forgotten about you. I saw that you got shaddow banned a while ago (damn it tumblr) but i'm so glad you seamed to have got it sorted relatively quickly and I also saw your post about your struggles with paying for you classes this semester and I can't imagine how stressful that is. Ive sent you a tip on ko-fi so I hope that everything goes well with that. I have missed our little reblog interactions so much and just you in general. So best you believe I will be spending the next few days catching up on all your beautiful works that I missed and reblogging them with the most absurd memes and deranged and thirsty comments. You are the best and lots of love you. ❤️🫶(sorry for the long and possibly pointless message)

HI, MY LOVE!! It has been long time no see :,) I have missed our interactions and purely just you so much. You truly are one of the brighter parts of my day🩶

I just wanna start off by saying no apologies are necessary. None at all. I completely understand what it's like to not be in the right headspace to do much of anything, and we all cope in different ways. Do what you need to do for your mental health. I’ll be here when you’re back. 🫶

Second, yeah, I got shadow banned 😭 that shit was the most annoying thing in my entire life, and I’m lucky enough to have resolved it in like a little over 24 hours? Whatever the case was, I know people have to deal with a shadow ban for weeks, so I’m really grateful the situation turned out how it did. However, I’ve been very paranoid still whenever I post, but I’m sure that’ll go away with time hopefully 😭

And, also. Thank you. So much. Your entire message honestly has me crying right now, but now I’m crying even further. I know nowadays, cost of living is fucking insane, and to have so many humans come together when someone is in a little bit extra of some help, it truly blows my mind and makes my heart grow tenfold. Thank you for the tip, my love, it’ll definitely help, and I’m sure everything will be okay in the end. I know it. I’m sending you the biggest and tighest hug ever. I’m also manifesting that your favorite Pedro boy shows up in your dreams tonight 😜 LOL I LOVE U

And lastly, again— your sorry is entirely unnecessary!!! I love YOU and I love ANYTHING you have to say!! Whether it’s 100, 1k, or 10k words, I’ll read them all and give you triple the amount back hehe. Nothing is long to me. And it’s also not pointless. My silly little brain appreciates the communication out of this. So, really, thank you.🫶

You are the best, and I’m sending all my love to you. I look forward to the deranged commentary and memes😋🩶🩶