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[fearlesslove]

getting in those tags I keep forgetting about - tag dump.

ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ cʟᴜᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ sᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ✻ out of character.

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ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ & ɪ'ᴅ ʙᴇ sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ » queue

sʜᴇ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏғ sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs ✩ milla things 🇮‌ 🇼‌🇴‌🇳‌'🇹‌ 🇯‌🇺‌🇸‌🇹‌ 🇸‌🇺‌🇷‌🇻‌🇮‌🇻‌🇪‌. 🇾‌🇴‌🇺‌ 🇼‌🇮‌🇱‌🇱‌ 🇸‌🇪‌🇪‌ 🇲‌🇪‌ 🇹‌🇭‌🇷‌🇮‌🇻‌🇪‌ ❧ milla as DD

ʜᴇ’s ɢᴏᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ » matt

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ sʜᴇ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ☾ about D.

survival: the act of dying slower than those around you ➽ milla ( live action )

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏɴᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ♬ ♩ ♫ music & playlists

ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪǫᴜᴇ ✣ promos

ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ ғᴏʀ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛʟʏ » milla ( comics )

ʜᴏᴡ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ɪᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴇxɪsᴛ ✼ milla & matt ( live action )

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ♡ milla & matt ( comics )

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[x-tulipcrew-x-143]

♪ ehe~! sooo.... drawed the thing I said last post I was gunna draw! horray for motivation!! ♩

♪ yayayay!!! taken a nap and holding a teeny tiny Hwan, I'm just happy to be there! ♩

[innocence-impulse]

he understands his staring has long since grown obvious, gazing over to where alice sits in what he has counted to be 60 second intervals as she unravels the letter recieved by a supposed 'anonymous' source. he'd chosen his best handwriting for such an occasion, countless drafts expressing his appreciation, his genuine offers of support and companionship scattered in and across the in back in his office that the majority of the house's residents have been able to guess his involvement the moment they had put two and two together, quickly quietened up by a pointed stare, continued enough to have them run out of the room, scurrying over whines of half eaten breakfast and appointments 'suddenly' popping up. the devildom may rarely be able to celebrate human holidays, but he had ensured the importance of valentines remained at the top - or high enough, at least, to make it seem not so strange for alice to have a letter; one attached with a singular, long living rose to rest at the bottom in the same frame.

❛ you've been looking at that for quite some time, is there something about it that has caught your eye? ❜ he is curious, not above the instinct to ask in a roundabout way to just how alice may consider his words. he did not wish to overwhelm her, to buy countless extravagant gifts that she may have felt uncomfortable receiving, but should she feel that this is not enough … well, he has time, he has a game. a timeframe and little too much power to offer gifts that may match her interests in a better light. ❛ it seems whoever got this for you, cares about you a lot … i cannot help but admit i imagine they'd be rather pleased in seeing you enjoy the way you hold their written heart like this. ❜ / from lucifer!

@dangaer ◁ || ▷ Unprompted!

Once in a while, her emotions overflow (not as she allows it; it just happens). Lucifer's quiet approach (just as always) makes her gasp out in surprise while turning her head quickly in his direction. It's not like she didn't notice his long stare, but she thought it was him being strict. So when he came to her, she was indeed squishing that letter pretty hard, though the first thing that hit her was that he was not satisfied with something. However, soon she realized by the tone of his voice, that she was mistaken.

Still, it's a bit surprising (though not at all Lucifer's tone was so different from the strict one she used to hear regularly, his voice appeared softer than usual somehow). At first, she went pale due to the unexpectedly of his question, but then her facial color became deep red, when the demon asked her about the letter, taking into account how tight she squeezed it, quite obviously what her relation to the letter is.

«It's just…my first time receiving a l-lov--»

Even if it's embarrassing to admit, it's not like she had to hide anything from Lucifer from now on. Still, she's a bit shy around him but is keen on keeping her posture as far as she could keep to it, even due to her shivering voice and her body language giving out what she feels. It's also clear by her intermittent breathing, that she was stunned by this very unusual sensation she never really had to experience before.

«…actually, I have no idea who wrote this, but, of course, I'm…a bit confused. I'm...a little curious who wrote it, though not...not like it's really matter , untill the feelings are there, I guess....»

It's hard to swallow for a split second because she was indeed feeling anxious around him, and the whole situation was a bit confusing. Romance is something she stopped considering could happen to her since she became an exorcist and therefore a soldier. She forgot long ago how it could be, or if it could ever happen to her at all.

«I'm going to take care of it untill it wither. »

Alice carefully placed the rose on the table, her sight fixated on it, and the blush still bright on her cheeks. Even if she did enjoy it, she was somehow happy, but she was still anxious around Lucifer, though a bit more confident around the other brothers. Maybe because she had feelings for him and tried very hard to keep them suppressed, now it seems she struggled because of it even more.

«...I have no idea who could it be, not like it matters. I can leave this letter with me like a good memory. And look at it when things get tough for me, it will make me feel better that somewhere a person is holding such warm feelings for me....»

She gasped because feelings got her again, and she looked away, biting her lips just a bit. It was getting harder to suppress the sensations she kept getting, especially in front of Lucifer, still trying to look her best for him so he wouldn't think, well…she got caught red-handed. No, she's not some crybaby, she would hold back, she would-

«...Though, I'm a bit…curious who wrote it. I know it's against the rules to know the receiver, but...»

Suddenly she goes silent, realizing she just gave her wish away. The droplets of sweat did show up on her face here and there, it's obvious now she's eager to know this. But she didn't want to unleash the true desires of her heart to a demon, however, they did make a certain bond, so she knew she could put at least some trust in Lucifer. But she also didn't want him to think that she was some light-hearted girl who fell in love so easily.

[nightmarefuele]

“Well that’s an interesting predicament…” at Joker

The clown looks up — or is it down? — and's gotta contort his neck backways to do it. The vertebral column (all its weird and complicated dis-cs) creaking with marionette crookedness.

❝ Speak fer yerself. ❞ All the way over there, this slim shape of blonde staring up at him like his mirror image. (Well sorta, not really. Maybe if his mirror was lacking in fashion cen-tss.) She's street-level, but the street's turned upside-over into his ceiling, dark as midnight and sweating residual rain. ❝ Where you see pre-dicament, I say experiment. ❞

Joker dangles at the end of a wiry string. Purple coat flaps (he may be slightly overdressed for the occasion) dangling with him, in his face. Starting to think his ankle might be going somethin'-like numb where the thing is tied, but while his joints feel all crackly, real heavy-like, the rest of him just floats.

❛ upside-down ❜ is perfectly rightside-up ❗

❝ Juuuss-st, ❞ in a high(ish) grunt (his poor vocals' all confused, working overtime), ❝ hangin' around, testing out some-uh, spelunking thingy. You know. ❞ Ooh. Blood in his head. He might be giggling. Flaps a leather hand in her general (very blonde) direction. ❝ No big deal-uhhh, just a littllle ... testhey. D'wye know you? Yer-a bit, ahah, head over heels, hmm; a bit downside-up, s'hard to tell. ❞

Dumb (or very smart) luck brings his face around, white as a sheet, his field of vision clear. The clown looks dopey as dope-can-be.

❝ What's a pretty place like y-ouw doing in a girl like this, mmm? ❞

[rrysbabydoll]

♩ lana del rey — playing dangerous ♩

Pairing: Cop!Harry × Reader

CW: Explicit sexual content, D/S dynamics, consensual rough sex, spanking, power imbalance, light humiliation, crying, aftercare, and depiction of restraint (handcuffs).

Synopsis: When Officer Styles responds to a call about a drunk fight at a party, he’s shocked to find his usually sweet girlfriend caught in the chaos, so he decides to treat her like any other troublemaker.

It was almost 1:30 a.m. when the call came through Harry’s radio.

“Disorderly behavior reported at a residential party on Crescent Avenue. Possible fight. Officer requested.”

Harry sighed as he reached for the gear shift in his cruiser, rubbing a tired hand over his jaw and mustache. He’d been patrolling for hours, ready to clock out soon, but Friday nights in this town always had one last surprise.

He flicked on his siren for a moment, just enough to make his presence known as he pulled onto Crescent Avenue. The house was easy to spot, lights blaring, bass booming, people spilling onto the lawn in messy clumps. Harry parked across the street, his brow furrowed.

“Probably just a drunk mess,” he muttered, stepping out.

But the last thing he expected was you.

He recognized you immediately, even from the side, your little floral dress a size too short, your pretty lips in a pout, your cheeks flushed and tear-streaked. You were in a heated back-and-forth with another girl, waving your hands dramatically, while a group of tipsy onlookers watched.

You were supposed to be home tonight. His good girl. His quiet baby. Not… here.

Harry’s jaw clenched as he crossed the lawn. The crowd parted quickly, recognizing the badge and the low, commanding tone of his voice.

“Alright, break it up,” he barked. “Everybody calm down.”

You turned, wide-eyed. “Harry?”

He didn’t answer. Not with words. His expression was unreadable. Cold. All cop now.

You stepped forward, stumbling a little on your heels. “It’s not my fault—she started it, she pushed me and—”

“Turn around,” he cut you off sharply.

Your mouth parted in shock. “W-What?”

“I said turn around. Hands behind your back.”

You blinked up at him, frozen. “Harry—wait—are you serious?”

He didn’t flinch. “You wanna cause trouble like everyone else? You get treated like everyone else.”

Your stomach dropped.

You weren’t used to this side of him. Usually when he wore his uniform around you, it was a joke, a tease, something sexy and playful. But tonight, he wasn’t your boyfriend.

Tonight, he was a cop.

And you’d just gotten yourself in real trouble.

Your heart thundered as you slowly turned around, facing the lawn while your hands shook behind your back. You weren’t used to him like this, stern, distant, all authority. It made your lip wobble.

“Feet apart,” Harry said coolly behind you. “Wider.”

You did as you were told, wobbling slightly in your heels, and swallowed a sob. Worst thing was the quiet sound of latex gloves snapping on behind you. He always carried a pair.

“Harry, please,” you whispered, cheeks burning. “You don’t have to—”

“Quiet,” he interrupted flatly. “You lost the right to talk when you embarrassed yourself and me.”

Your shoulders flinched. That stung.

His large hands began the body search at your arms, fingers brushing down with professional, practiced motions. But even with the gloves, you could feel the care underneath, barely there, but still there. He was mad, but not reckless.

He moved down your back slowly, checking your sides, your waist.

Then lower.

Your breath hitched when his hands skimmed down your thighs, deliberate and firm.

“Any weapons on you?” he asked, voice low.

“N-No,” you whimpered.

He hummed, not believing you. His hands dipped under your dress, high enough to check your upper thighs. And when his palm brushed over the thin strap of your underwear, he paused just a second too long.

You heard him exhale through his nose, like he was trying to rein himself in.

“You think this is cute?” he muttered, almost to himself. “Little dress. No coat. Drunk in the street. Fighting some stranger?”

“I didn’t fight her,” you whispered tearfully. “She pushed me and I was just trying to—”

“You smell like tequila,” he cut in, standing again, his tone cold. “And you’re slurring your words. Don’t lie to me, baby.”

The word baby was soft, almost unnoticeable, but you heard it. It made you cry harder.

He grabbed your wrists and clicked the cuffs on, tight enough to sting. Your breath hitched.

“Ow,” you whimpered.

“You’ll survive.”

The metal was cold against your skin, biting as he turned you back around to face him.

Your tearstained face looked up at him, lower lip trembling, mascara smudged under your lashes.

“Please don’t take me to the station,” you begged in a tiny voice. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be bad. I swear.”

Harry didn’t answer. He just grabbed your arm and started walking you toward the cruiser.

You sat in the backseat like a criminal, wrists locked behind you, cheeks soaked, your little dress riding up as you tried to sit properly. The doors shut with a heavy thunk and Harry rounded the car without a word.

Your stomach twisted. He hadn’t said anything. He was really going to do it.

The car started and you panicked.

“Harry,” you choked. “Don’t—don’t take me there. I swear I won’t ever do this again. I didn’t mean to—I was just—”

Still, no response.

He kept his eyes on the road, one hand firm on the wheel, jaw tense. The mustache above his upper lip twitched as he clenched it, like it hurt him to ignore you.

You were full-on sobbing now. Small, pitiful hiccups that made your body shake.

“I don’t wanna be booked,” you sniffled. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this—please.”

Nothing. He didn’t even look at you.

He drove deeper into a quiet, empty side road, far from the station. You didn’t even notice, you were too busy crying, thinking he’d never forgive you.

Then, finally, the car rolled to a stop.

Your breath caught.

“W-Where are we?”

Harry didn’t answer. He turned off the engine. Silence filled the cabin.

Then, he got out.

The back door creaked open, letting in a burst of cool air. You looked up at him with wet lashes, confused and panicked.

“Out,” Harry ordered, voice sharp.

You hiccupped. “W-What?”

“Out of the car. Come on.”

He reached in and grabbed you by the upper arm, not harsh, but firm enough to make your legs wobble as he helped you stand. The gravel under your heels crunched as you stumbled slightly, arms still locked behind your back.

The area was empty. No streetlights, no cars, just the quiet hum of wind through trees. He’d driven you somewhere private. Somewhere no one could see.

You barely had time to react before he spun you around and pressed you up against the back door of the cruiser. The cool metal met your cheek as he pushed your cuffed hands higher on your back, making you gasp.

“You think that was funny?” he snapped. “That I’d find you at some trashy party? Throwing drinks? Acting like a brat?”

You squirmed. “I wasn’t trying to—”

“Shut it,” he barked. “You're gonna learn tonight.”

He stepped behind you, crowding your smaller body with his, the sharp edge of his badge grazing your shoulder as he leaned in. One gloved hand slid up under your dress again, rougher now, no longer pretending to search, fingers slipping up the back of your thighs until he found the lace edge of your underwear and ripped it off.

“Harry—!”

“I should drag you in, book you in front of my entire department,” he growled against your ear. “Let every officer see what a little mess you’ve been.”

“No!” you sobbed. “No, please—don’t…”

“Then shut up and take your punishment.”

He opened the back door and nudged you in. You climbed in awkwardly with your hands still cuffed, sniffling and shaking. He climbed in after you, pulling the door shut behind him so you were enclosed in darkness and heat and tension.

His voice was low, gravelly. “Stay on your knees.”

You scrambled to obey, heart pounding. Your dress rode up, exposing your thighs, your ripped panties twisted and damp from the rough handling. He grabbed your hips and yanked them back, your hands still pinned behind you, making it harder to steady yourself.

Then, without a word, he slid two fingers between your folds.

You gasped.

Even though your eyes were swollen from crying, your body was still soft and warm for him. Still his. Still needy.

“Fuckin’ dripping,” he muttered, jaw clenched. “Course you are.”

“Harry, please—”

“Not a word.”

He pulled down his zipper, and you heard the low sound of his belt unfastening. Then you felt the hot, heavy press of him against you. You sobbed again, overwhelmed, shivering, but part of you throbbed with need.

When he pushed in, you let out a broken moan.

He didn’t go gentle. Not like usual. His thrusts were rough and sharp, knocking your knees forward against the backseat. You were helpless, whimpering, tears still running down your cheeks as the cuffs bit into your wrists.

“Too much?” he snapped.

You shook your head quickly. “N-No—just hurts…”

“Good.”

He fucked you deeper, gritting his teeth as your body tightened around him. Your soft cries filled the cruiser, echoing off the glass.

“You ever embarrass me like that again,” he panted, slamming into you, “and I will book you. Let them throw you in the drunk tank for a night.”

You cried harder, your cheek pressed into the seat, hips arching helplessly. You couldn’t move your arms. Could barely catch your breath.

But you wanted it.

You needed it.

And he knew.

So Harry kept going. Punishing you with every rough, desperate thrust. But his hand still slid down eventually, brushing your clit, circling it gently.

Because you were still his baby.

Still his girl.

Even now.

When your legs began to shake, he leaned down, pressing his chest against your back as he hissed in your ear, “Come. Right fucking now.”

You came with a broken, breathless sob, legs giving out, body trembling around him. And a moment later, he groaned deep in his chest and followed, filling you hard, staying pressed close, almost like he wanted to shield you.

You were still whimpering softly, folded over the backseat, cheeks wet and dress rucked up around your waist. Your hands twitched in the cuffs behind you, wrists sore, thighs sticky and trembling.

Harry didn’t move right away.

His breathing was heavy, jaw flexing as he stared down at your fragile, bent form. He was still flushed from release.

“Don’t move,” he murmured lowly.

Then his hand came down hard on your ass.

You yelped, the sting biting into your already sensitive skin.

Smack.

Again.

Smack.

Again.

Three sharp slaps, firm and controlled, just enough to make you sob and jerk forward in his lap, thighs clenched and red.

“Let that sink in,” he growled, voice low and mean. “Next time you act like a little brat, this is what you get. Every single time.”

You hiccupped, tears spilling over again. “I’m sorry…”

“I know you are,” he said, a bit softer now.

One last spank. Gentle this time. More like a pat.

Then silence, except your breathing and his.

You felt him shift behind you, adjusting his uniform pants and zipping up. He stayed kneeling in the backseat with you for a few long seconds, eyes trained on your small, trembling frame, until the anger fully faded from his chest, replaced by something tender.

“Come here,” he said quietly.

You barely had time to move before his hands—now glove-free—were pulling you back into his lap, letting your sore body sink against his chest. Your cuffed hands still rested behind you, awkward and stiff.

He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Gonna take these off, alright? Easy…”

He pulled the keys from his belt and clicked the cuffs open.

They fell away with a gentle jingle, and your arms dropped like dead weight. You sobbed, folding forward, resting your head against the warm backseat.

“Shh,” Harry murmured, catching your wrists delicately in his big hands. “Let me see ‘em.”

You didn’t resist.

He lifted your red wrists to his mouth and kissed them one by one. Slow. Tender. Reverent.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your wrists were red and sore, the angry grooves from the cuffs clear under the moonlight. Harry cradled them carefully in his big hands, rubbing his thumbs softly over the marks.

“Too tight, wasn’t it?” he whispered, kissing the inside of one wrist, then the other. “Didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”

You shook your head. “No—you didn’t. I deserved it.”

He hummed, brushing your hair back gently, inspecting your face, your flushed cheeks, the pout of your lips. You looked like a startled deer.

“You scared the fuck out of me, y’know,” he murmured. “When I saw you there, drunk out of your mind—baby, I could’ve arrested someone else for touching you. That’s how bad it looked.”

“I wasn’t gonna let her touch me,” you mumbled, eyes down. “But I shouldn’t have yelled. I know.”

“You shouldn’t have been there at all.” His tone firm. But then he sighed. “You’re my girl. You don’t need to go get attention like that.”

“I wasn’t—I swear, I was just mad you were on shift again, and I—” you hiccupped. “I missed you.”

That cracked something in him.

“Oh, baby…”

He pulled you tight into his chest, one hand cradling your head, the other still rubbing your wrists gently.

“I’m here now, yeah? I’ve got you.”

You nodded, lips wobbling again.

Harry leaned back against the door, letting you curl into him, your arms limp and sleepy now. His palm rested over your bare thigh as he whispered, “You’re alright. S’all over now.”

You let out a small hum, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers traced soft, soothing circles on your skin.

“And if you ever wanna act out again,” he whispered against your hair, “do it when I’m home. Not in public. Not like this.”

“Mhm,” you murmured. “Promise…”

He kissed your cheek, your nose, your temple.

“You’re still my good girl,” he breathed. “Even when you’re a little menace.”

You smiled faintly, snuggling deeper into his chest.

“Still your baby?”

He laughed under his breath. “Always.”

And in the quiet of that empty road, with your dress still askew and your body aching but safe, Harry held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Like the rest of the night hadn’t even happened.

Just his baby.

His soft, silly, bratty baby.

And he’d forgive you a thousand times over.

[kuratm]

clearly, the human girl was far too focused on each nook and cranny of briar valley's iridescent, lush beauty to take notice of the fae's gaze almost burning her back. many would be terrified at sheer thought of being whisked away into a deep forest, but not sayu ... if anything, she was thrilled by the thought of exploring such a magical area! maybe it's why others found it unexpectedly out of character for someone as quiet and reserved as sayu to have an adrenaline, but alas ... always catch others by surprise. 'twas the motto she's come to be associated with, given her life prior coming in this world.

as her fae companion explained the valley's intricacies, sayu finally looked over shoulder only for their gazes to meet. then and there, she finally took notice of his words meaning, for he seemed much more...ethereal than ever. was it the shadows? no, the light green sparks flying around them? whatever it was, sayu finds herself almost frozen in spot... enchanted by his presence.

his warning snapped her out the trance, finding herself yelp quietly and shake her head - as if trying to get those thoughts out her head. what on earth was she thinking!? ❛ o-oh, um, right... i'll stick close... ❜ she hurriedly replies, moving closer to him as they walk down a narrow but well lit path. where is he taking them, she couldn't help wondering. after a moment of recollecting some of her rationality, sayu looks up at the fae with a curious glint in her eyes. ❛ um...earlier, you said that fae "don't take kindly to humans". does it mean...people don't visit your homeland often? ❜ it's a shame, if you ask her...it truly was a sight to behold.

Ah, yes, Sayu was still but a mere human. Only the most powerful of human mages could teleport, and she didn't even have any magic of her own. Of course she would be a little disoriented at first. Even so, Malleus wasn't worried about her. He knew there were no lasting negative effects of teleportation, even for a magicless human like herself.

"Indeed, it is," Malleus replied as he approached behind Sayu, although his gaze was not on the forest. It was a view he had seen plenty of times before; he was far more interested in her reaction to it. "Briar Valley is a land that contains all sorts of magical entities, but it is ruled by the nocturnal. As such...its beauty becomes even more stunning as night falls."

"Keep close to me. The fae creatures that inhabit this forest do not take kindly to humans," Malleus warned calmly. At least the beings in this area were more used to humans than other sections of Briar Valley, mostly because of one particular human boy who lived around here. "Come. There is more to see."

[eizuuya]

# ICKY!

"SAID SHE WANT MORE THAN A TIP, I AIN'T TALKIN' 'BOUT GUIDANCE!"

♬ paige bueckers x reader ♩ 1.3k ♪ sub!paige, strap sucking (p), strapon sex, is this oral fixation idk ♩ sorry so short

it starts the way it usually does.

not with a kiss. not even a look, just the sound of the front door slamming shut and paige muttering, “god, i need you,” in that low, breathy tone she only uses when her body’s already halfway unzipped from adrenaline. practice just ended. she’s still in her compression pants, jersey clinging to her back with sweat, hair a messy half-bun.

you’re curled up on the couch, ipad in your lap and one of her old t-shirts hanging loose around your thighs. it smells like her, of course it does.

she’s looking at you like she might devour you. no hello. no questions.

“paige.” you set the ipad down, shifting to sit up straighter. “tough practice?”

“no,” she says, already walking toward you, dropping her gym bag somewhere in the kitchen. “just been thinking about your mouth all day.”

you feel your face flush. “well,” you say softly, “that’s very sweet of you.”

paige stops in front of the couch and tilts her head like she’s not amused. she’s never amused when you’re coy. she knows your game.

“get up,” she says.

it’s not rude. it’s not mean. it’s just paige. commanding. serious. desperate in that tightly-wound way she gets after long days.

you rise slowly. let her take you in: bare legs, soft shirt, hair half-tied.

she pulls the shirt over your head before you even get a chance to react. her hands are greedy, not rushed but decisive, and she tosses it to the side like it was never important to begin with.

her mouth grazes your collarbone. “did you wear this just to tease me?”

“maybe.” you’re already breathless.

“mm.” her fingers slip under your panties and yank. they slide down your thighs and fall to the floor. you step out of them, naked now, and paige exhales like you’re the answer to a question she didn’t know she was asking.

“bedroom,” she says. “now.”

she always lets you lead when you want to.

but tonight? she doesn’t want soft. she doesn’t want teasing. she wants to be used.

it’s written in how she peels off her jersey and stands in front of you in just her sports bra and leggings. muscles taut, skin flushed, her chest rising and falling like she’s just run a mile. you can see it in her eyes: the want, yes, but also the trust. the way she drops her shoulders and waits.

“get on your knees,” you say gently.

she obeys without hesitation, settling in front of the bed where your strap is already waiting, clean, shiny, purple, the way she likes it.

you don’t dress too slowly, but you take your time. watching her. letting her sit there, chest heaving, lips parted, eyes wide. the anticipation makes her squirm, makes her thighs press together.

when the harness is on, you cup her jaw. “open.”

she does. wide, eager, obedient.

you guide the tip to her mouth and she moans before she even tastes you.

the first press in is shallow, just to get her lips around it. she groans low in her throat like the feeling alone is enough to undo her. you keep your hand firm at the back of her head, fingers tangled in her damp hair.

“that’s it,” you whisper. “take it.”

she does. she always does.

you start to thrust gently. just her mouth working, tongue pressing underneath, lips stretched wide. her eyes flutter. she reaches for your thighs, gripping tightly as if she needs to ground herself.

you go deeper.

she chokes. moans again. saliva begins to gather at the corners of her mouth. she doesn’t care. you don’t stop.

“that’s what you needed, huh?” you murmur, voice breathy. “needed your mouth full to stop thinking so much.”

she nods around the strap, eyes glossy. you fuck her mouth harder. not cruel, just controlled. you watch her unravel, drool dripping down her chin, her nails digging into your legs, her breath catching every time you push deep and pause there.

you pull out with a wet pop. her lips chase the emptiness.

“get on the bed.”

she scrambles up without complaint.

by the time you crawl on top of her, she’s trembling. not out of fear, but out of need. her legs are spread instinctively. you press your thigh between them and she ruts against it like she’s already on edge.

you kiss her finally. it’s sloppy, hungry, full of teeth. her arms wrap around your waist, her nails dragging down your spine like she wants to mark you.

“say it,” you breathe into her mouth. “tell me what you want.”

“you,” she gasps. “i want you to fuck me.”

you run your hand down her chest, under her sports bra, fingers circling a nipple until she shudders. “say please.”

“please,” she moans, arching into you. “please, baby. please.”

it’s all you need.

you pull her boxers off and she’s wet already— slick, hot, throbbing. you guide the strap between her legs and slide the tip through her folds, slow and teasing, just to hear the way she begs.

“don’t tease—”

you push in.

all at once.

she screams, half-pleasure, half-relief, and throws her head back as her hips buck up.

“god, yes,” she gasps. “don’t stop. don’t stop.”

you don’t.

you pound into her, hips snapping with purpose, the sound of skin on skin loud in the room. she takes it all, legs wrapped around your waist, nails clawing at the sheets, mouth open in a broken moan.

“you like that?” you whisper. “being used like this?”

she nods frantically. “yes. fuck, yes. harder, please—”

you grab her thigh and yank it higher, driving deeper, hitting that perfect spot that makes her curse under her breath and bite her own wrist to stay quiet.

“you’re so good like this,” you murmur. “taking me so deep. letting me fuck you like i own you.”

“you do,” she whimpers. “you do, fuck, you do—”

you slow down just enough to make her cry out. her hips chase you, desperate, greedy.

“you wanna come?”

“yes, baby, please, please let me—”

you speed up again, hard and deep and punishing. the bed creaks. her hands grasp blindly for your shoulders, your back, your hips, anything to hold onto.

she comes with a cry, whole body locking up around you, thighs trembling, breath stuttering.

you don’t stop.

you fuck her through it, past it, until she’s clawing at your arms, sobbing, mouth open but no sound coming out.

she comes again.

after, you slow down. not out of weakness, but out of care. out of reverence.

you ease out of her and she shudders, still twitching with aftershocks. you pull the harness off and toss it aside, crawling back up to hold her.

her face is flushed, soaked with sweat and tears. she’s boneless under you, chest still rising and falling like she just finished a sprint.

you kiss her forehead. “you okay?”

she nods against your shoulder, voice hoarse. “never better.”

you laugh softly and pull her close.

“god,” she mumbles. “you ruin me.”

you stroke her hair gently. “you love it.”

“i do.”

you let her lay on your chest, skin-to-skin, the room filled only with your quiet breathing and the slow tick of the clock. eventually, paige kisses your shoulder. “you know what i need next?”

“water?”

she nods. “and then maybe you’ll let me sit in your lap and make you come until you cry.”

you grin. “so demanding.”

she smiles lazily, eyes still closed. “you started it.”

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[hhrtfelt]

I’m just a girl (PT.2) - 💐

awkward/lover boy travis x oblivious reader

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“huh..? but- i swear-“ you said, cutting urself off as u let out a defeated sigh, attempting to refocus on the lecture.

he, on the other hand was struggling to keep it together, on the inside he was petrified that you noticed him, losing track of the lesson and his notes looking completely empty compared to yours. he would take ganders at you, admiring at your focus after he gave up on re-finding his, eventually coming out and staring into space.

luckily, the both of you had study hall together, which no studying would actually take place in there. he planned in his head he was gonna at-least attempt to talk to you about his feelings, but he was still scared shitless.

while walking beside you towards the study hall, he was extremely nervous, letting out fast answers and nods when you would try to talk to him in the hallway.

“did you finish the chem assignment? i didn’t finish it and i dont really feel like actually doing it.” you said in a teasing manner as u looked at him, he looks like he was sort of speed walking and a bit stressed.

“yeah. i did. you can copy off of it.” he said quickly as he nodded, walking towards the study hall door and nervously opening it first for you, walking in behind u as his fast was completely flushed while walking behind you, trusting you to find a good table, you always did.

when you finally found a table, it was the signature one you two usually sat at if nobody was there, it was near the back, and covered with some bookshelves, isolating it from the rest of the room. the two of you sat down together and he looked like he sort of calmed down, but not as much as he still looked a bit nervous.

he didn’t even think his plan completely through, how would he even say that he’s in love with you? and has been for like.. 6 years? god.. all of this is so stupid. he hates that he feels this way. he’s almost positive you don’t feel the same well and it makes him wanna just face-plant into a bed full of thumbtacks and let his body rot there for life.

sure— he may be sort of overreacting, but how couldn’t he? he didn’t know if u had a different type or a type at all, were dating someone else, if you wouldn’t take him seriously, or had your eye on someone else. you were never as vocal with those things as the other girls he knew were.

most of the time you wouldn’t take him serious, even when he was dead flirting with you- but just his way of subtly flirting.

he distracted himself from his thoughts as he looked behind him, grabbing his folder out of his bag and pulling out of the chem homework you needed to copy, sliding it over to you.

“thanks travis.” you said, giving him a teeth smile as u began to copy down his work. he was still conspiring in his head how he was gonna talk to you.

he was just looking at you when he finally decided to just wing it and say something, just to get it over with.

he said your name, trying to catch ur attention since you were writing.

“yes?” you responded, ur pencil now still on the table, looking at travis.

when you made eye contact with him, he practically crushed inside, he felt his hands getting slightly sweaty as he took a deep breath.

“you know.. you’ve never like.. talked about ur love life in the past 6 years.. im just curious.” he said, his thought process was that he was going to ask if you had a crush on anyone and if you said no, he knew he was screwed but he needed to get this off his chest.

“what do you wanna know?”

“anything.” he replied, he knew it sounded stupid but he was just rushing to get his words out.

“well i mean… i have my eye on someone but i just don’t really think it’ll last.” you said, giving him a slight look of confusion and a shrug.

he let out a shaky sigh as he tapped his hand on the desk suddenly closing his eyes and taking one more deep breath.

“[name]ivelikedyousincethe5thgradeandicantkeepitinanymoreiloveyouandifyoudontfeelthesamewayiunderstand.” he spoke quickly, opening his eye to your reaction, he saw that your eyes widened as you just froze.

“wha-what?” you said, your mouth agape as it closed to a slight smile

“travis… i kinda like you to.”

he completely froze when you said this, his face going flushed as he slightly shook himself trying to go back to his cool demeanor.

“oh. ok. cool.”

“so… um.. are we a thing now?”

“i guess so.”

The end . . . 💐

[princessbrunette]

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PLAYING DANGEROUS ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

♩ lana del rey — playing dangerous ♩

pairing: detective!johnb x reader.

cw: mentions of a murder, reader is a murderer, mentions of the law, slight age gap, abuse of power, sexual content.

you are responsible for your own media consumption. welcome to kinktober day two.

nothing ever happens in this town.

nothing worth talking about anyway. only god knows why john b was stationed out here. what kind of detective work was there to do out in the sticks you might ask? jack all, that’s what. nothing but the occasional stolen tractor, and one time — oh, one time, somebody vandalised the town statue outside the city hall, leaving john b to figure out who did it. now that one was real exciting, he knows he’s not meant to — but he secretly loved the smart criminals. made his job just that bit more exciting. the vandal took out the security cameras facing the monument, and also had questionable motive for the graffiti. took john b the whole of two days to figure out who did it, and they didn’t even get an arrest. just a hefty fine. the criminals round here were boring as ever.

until you.

a murder, in his small town. it rocked everyone, as you can imagine. everyone knew everyone round here, which made things all that more interesting. a young man’s house had been burnt down, with him inside of it. john b had to commend you, you’d sent him out with a bang, not even bothering with a boring method of murder, more paperwork sure but god was it worth it. a real case, hell — he cracks this one and they might even move him up to the city. get him on some real jobs.

now not only were you apparently this young man’s scorned ex lover, the kid apparently being some kind of serial cheater — but john b had asked around, and apparently you hadn’t been careful enough to cover your tracks when purchasing large amounts of gasoline. to him, it was pretty obvious who’d done it— but there was procedures he had to take. things aren’t always as they seem, and john b couldn’t afford to jump the gun and ruin his chances at a promotion.

knock, knock, knock.

it’s late, he’s aware. 9PM isn’t the most appropriate time to show up at a perps door, but hell — with this case came a buttfuck load of paperwork that he hadn’t been doing before and it had taken up all his time. now it was time for some real action, his stomach stirs in excitement. shit, his cock almost hardens.

he starts observing you before you’ve even greet him. the sound of socked feet on wood. do you sound hesitant? frightened? confident and unknowing? is there an air of acceptance to your walk, knowing you commit the heinous crime? he pretends not to notice the jostling of curtains in the window at the front of the house as you undoubtedly take a peak. he figured that was fair, as it was so late — rocking comfortably back and forth on his feet with his hands behind his back.

you take another minute to answer, so he frowns, letting out a little whistle and going to knock again. “uh, are you—”

you swing open the door, big stepford smile on your face. here we go.

“officer?”

“detective.” the brunette flashes his badge, tight and polite smile as he peers into your hallway. “i’m sorry to drop by so late ma’am is this… this a good time?” he’s awkward, young in nature and not so much in stature, the lines in his forehead and around his eyes already telling you he’s a bit older. as you observe him right back, he clears his throat and fixes his tie.

“of course, detective.” you correct with a smile, a knowing one — like you were sharing a joke between friends. he’s unsettled by your energy.

“‘don’t mind if i come inside then do ya? kinda… chilly tonight.” he stuffs his hands in his pockets, pivoting his body round to glance at the blowing trees. your expression settles like you’d been waiting for him to ask, and you widen the door gap — exposing all of you. you stand in the littlest night gown, white silk against your skin and john b feels like letting out a comical gulp. he didn’t think you’d be beautiful. where do beautiful girls get off murdering people? beautiful girls could have whatever they want.

“my, i’m a little shy standing here in my nightgown.” you converse as he passes you, acknowledging that you did infact catch him looking. he says nothing, just smiles and huffs out an awkward chuckle from his nose as he respectfully dusts his boots off on your welcome mat before strolling inside. the house was dark, lit only by candles and you follow him to the living room.

“tea? coffee?” you offer and he lowers himself into an arm chair, patting the quilted arms a few times with his large flat hands. he wants to scoff, knowing better than to take a drink from a probable murderer.

“wh— oh no no, this uh. this shouldn’t take long.” he watches you just as carefully as you watch him, and you make the conscious decision not to sit. you stay standing infront of him, skin glowing in the low light. you were wearing so close to nothing it was distracting to a pent up, perpetually single man like john b. he feels like loosening his tie.

“very well then, detective. what seems to be the issue?”

“do you know anything about a fire, ma’am?” he sounds hesitant, eyes wide but only in the way where he’s stiff with observation, not wanting to miss a second of a tell you might give. there’s a pause of hesitation before you nod, crossing your arms over yourself. unfortunately the only note taken there was that the action pressed your tits together.

“yes. very tragic.”

“yeah, no for sure… not many fires in this town right? got down to a record break last year. only three fires and they were pretty small.” he converses, relaxing a little into the seat. you stay on your feet.

“was bound to happen at some point i suppose. men have a habit of being reckless, leaving things switched on and so on. probably fell asleep with a candle burning.” you sway, eyes flickering to your own candles like you were imagining the same fate for yourself.

“for sure, for sure…” john b nods slowly, taking a moment to look down at his lap as he thinks. where he looks back up, you’re staring.

“he was a uh, boyfriend of yours — if my intel is correct?”

“ex. ex boyfriend.” you correct, jaw tightened just a smidgen like you couldn’t help yourself. john b stares you down, infact he could swear his lips quirk upward just a tiny bit. he’d so got you.

he settles a little more, resting his elbow on the arm of the seat so he could prop up his chin, staring at you with a knowing look.

“mind telling me where you were on sunday evening?” shit.

he watches the shift of emotion on your face, the way it falls ever so slightly before immediately lifting again, like you had full faith on yourself. you smile, huffing out a breathy little giggle as you tilt your head to the side like a confused puppy.

as you speak, you slowly begin to slip the strap of your nightgown down the smooth skin of your shoulder. “gosh, i barely remember. i spend so much time here… all lonely… was probably… keeping myself company, if you catch my meaning, officer.”

“detective.” he rasps, eyes following the strap like the weakling he is. he clears his throat.

“apologies, detective.” you correct, before pulling down the other strap. “you mind if i slip into something a little more comfortable before we continue with this?” you shoot him the innocent doe eyes. he raised his eyebrows, and you drop the nightgown to your feet anyway, naked as the day you were born. “much better.”

john b chuckles, tilting his head to the side as he looks up at you. “this what we’re doing now?” he deadpans with that warm friendly smile that drew you closer.

you giggle, and this time it’s actually authentic, stepping closer until you brave straddling his lap. he winces like you’d placed hot iron on him.

“is it working?” you try your luck, and he’s distracted by the fat of your hips, his coarser hands sliding up them to grab at the meat of them, watching the way your folds part around his growing bulge through his black work pants.

“ugh, i don’t know.” he groans quietly. he knew there was another version of him somewhere, behind glass, watching this all go down. he’d pound on the glass, telling himself to stop, that he was throwing away everything all for some pussy — but the truth was, he was lonely too. this life didn’t leave much room for… socialising.

knowing you were close to breaking him, you roll your hips, letting out an exaggerated whimper as you watch his hands slide up to your tits. “m’sure i can change your mind somehow detective. you really don’t wanna put those tight handcuffs on me, i’m only a fragile girl.”

“fuuuucking shit.” he groans in despair, and you feel his hardness wedged up beneath you.

it’s not even five minutes later and you’ve got him inside of you, his pants around his ankles — a true testament to the way you’d caught him out, used his loneliness against him and it didn’t even take any convincing, he cracked pretty much immediately. shit, he loved his job — but maybe he didn’t wanna go big city cop after all.

your hips went from rolling to aggressive bouncing, your teeth grit, primal and forceful like you couldn’t help yourself. the sweet little mewls you let out after each bounce didn’t match the sheer force at which you were milking him. over the harsh plap plap plap sound — you lean forward to his ear.

“why you lettin’ me get away with it detective? s’it cos you like me? do you like me?” god you were insane, but the neediness in your voice filled a hole he’d craved. he’d always wanted one of those girlfriends, the type that cares too much, wanna know his every move. he knew it was wrong, hell — you’d killed someone. but something about it was getting him off just as much as it was you.

despite being older than you by quite a bit, his eyes held this puppy like quality to them, a youthful gaze he stares up at you with. “because you’re pretty. really pretty, and uh — you’re young.” wow, he was messed up. he’s not even sure why he said the last part, everything was just so twisted.

he was aware of how much he was screwing himself. but hey, john b had always been a sucker for doe eyes and pretty tits, so who could blame the man?

[syoounn]

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part 2

▪︎Saying "I like you" to bsd characters as they're your husbands.

▪︎Fluff!

▪︎Characters: Dazai, Nikolai, Ranpo, Kunikida

Part 1

Dazai

You came home after buying some groceries that needed for you and your husband. As you place them on the kitchen... you saw Dazai was napping at the living room. You didn't want to disturb him but.. you can help but feel attracted the way he sleep. He's so beautiful.

You leaned closer to his face and staring at him as you say just say those words that just came out on your mouth

"I like you.."

You snapped back to reality and why the hell you just said that?!.. You sigh as you get up to prepare lunch as you felt your husband grabbed your wrist and pull you to his lap.

"My.. my.. Belladonna. I like you too~" He said on his flirting tone as you felt embarrassed and flustered. As he saw you your reaction, a smug expression form to your husband's face.

"I-.. I need to get up im going to make dinner." You said while embarrassed.

"No...~ i don't wannnaaa. How can i let go of my beautiful soft belladonna~..."

You were still embarrassed as you gave up and just buried your face to his shoulder, hiding your current state. As both of you skipped lunch and ended up snuggling the whole day. It was not that bad after all.

Nikolai

You were about to cook dinner as you heard the door open and to see your husband smilling at you.

"My dove.." He rushes to your side and hugs you from behind.

“Guess what I did today~?”

He exclaims excitedly. He’s always very upbeat and eccentric as always.

"Hmm..? what is it?"

He keeps hugging you with one hand on your chest. Nikolai lets go and spins you around to him so you’ll be face-to-face with him as he speaks.

“You wanna know~? You gotta play a game with me, then I’ll tell you~!”

He exclaims, poking you playfully on the nose. He always likes playing games, especially quizzes, even before he married you, He does like to see how well you pay attention to even to the smallest and insignificant details.

"But i wanna say something first then I'll play with you.." You said.

“Hmmmm, well I could make an exception,”

He chuckles a little as he does so. He waits patiently for what you want to say first.

"I like you.." You said with a gentle smile as he were just making sure he is loved no.. you should have said "I love you".

“Awwww my dove~, I like you too~ But, for that answer I’m gonna have to make this game extra hard for you~”

He chuckles even some more as he then smiles as wide as possible. He’s got something in store for you for sure.

Wha-.. What.. that's not fair..!

“Oh~? Why not~?”

He chuckles some more as he plays with your hair.

“I already know you love me, so I get that answer for free right~? That’s not a real answer, my dove... now you shall receive a punishment for getting a wrong answer."

"We haven't even started yet!" You said protesting.

“Hmmm, that’s true~ but come on, you still didn't get it right.. so I'll have to kiss you as your punishment~" He said as slowly leaning closer to you.. It looks like you’ll be showered with kisses tonight.

Ranpo

You were laying on the sofa as you saw your husband walk over saying nothing as he stood at the back of the sofa, just looking down at you. Your breath was taken away, literally... when he jumped over the sofa to land on you and started snuggling up to you.

Ranpo was quieter than usual.. it's actually peaceful and he usually bragged about something he did then wants to be showered with compliments and for now... he's just being clingy.

"Hmm.. something wrong?" You asked.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. I just kinda wanna cuddle." He said, making himself more comfortable by pressing his chest closer to yours. You could feel his heart beat as it thumped, which was unusual since usually he was so energetic. This moment where he was calm and relaxed was so adorable.

"Then let me tell you something..."

"Tell me what?" He said, tilting his head slightly while keeping his face pressed into your neck, and obviously know what you're about to say.

"I like you..~"

His face flushed a little bit, and he looked away, hiding his blush by burying his head into your neck. Even though he already knew it's much better when you're the one saying it. Hearing it on your soft lips with a gentle voice, he felt butterflies. He grip on you, tightened, making it so that he was snuggled even closer to you. He didn't say anything in response but rather stayed silent. Looks like both of you will spend time cuddling.

Kunikida

Your husband was sitting at his desk, working on a case for the agency. He gripped his pen - his nose scrunched up in agony, writing in his notebook as you approached him.

"Are you really that busy..?"

“Very busy.”

He said in a blunt tone, not even daring to look up from his notebook. He continued to grip the pen as he wrote down notes and drew.

"Then should i prepare you some coffee..?" You said as you were worried and wanted to help him.

“That would be nice..”

He said, finally looking up at you. His eyes were dark and tired. A sharp pain was felt in his stomach…the caffeine was getting to him, but he had to stay awake to finish this. A slight grimace was formed on his face, his jaw tensed, and a slight exhale left his mouth.

After a while.. you came back holding a mug of coffee as you put it on his desk.

“Thank you..”

He took the mug and slowly took a sip of it. The warm liquid made him feel better, but the coffee was going to affect him even more.

“Why are you awake at this time anyway?”

"How can i sleep seeing you stressed out..?!" You said.

“I’m fine..”

He said quickly, taking another few sips of his coffee.

“Please don’t worry about me..”

You sigh.. cause there's no way your husband will let him rest himself.. He's a workaholic, after all.

"Fine.. but i wanna say something first before i go"

“What do you want to say?”

He set his coffee mug to the side as he turned his full attention towards you. A slight grimace was still on his face.

You leaned closer to his ear as you spoke

"I like you a lot so I'll be waiting for you okay?"

You said giggling as you left a kiss to your husband cheek and left the room.

He immediately turned a crimson red as you left, not once did he ever get flustered often. He looked back down at his notebook, blushing even more. He started working faster. Looks like both of you would cuddle to sleep tonight.

[kuratm]

part of sayu almost wishes to doubt sampo's intentions - partly due to being aware of his ... dubious habits - yet for some reason, she doesn't. could it be due to their connection prior the express's venture to jarilo-VI? she couldn't tell. either way, there is certainly a humorous irony to be found in this, and she's sure certain fools would be elated to see it.

❛ mmm ... ❜ she murmurs, clearly deep in thought, before amethyst eyes gaze up at emeralds with tint of slyness - her smile remaining gentle yet subtle cheekiness lays underneath. ❛ is this ... for transactional purposes, sampo? i didn't think it required this level of relationship ... either way, color me intrigued. maybe i could even convince you otherwise on gothic music! ❜

ARE YOU SAYU'S TYPE? ... accepting!

[musaslullaby]

I didn't forget it

Carlos Sainz x lettore

Summary: You and Carlos were doing an interview and he forgot your anniversary

Only fulff

Masterlist

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Interviews were stressful: a thousand people asking about your relationship and always prying into your personal business, but the ones with my boyfriend were always the best. His smile calmed me, and his hands, somehow always in contact with my skin, had become my chamomile.

Today was a special interview: Carlos and I would simply have to answer questions from our fans, nothing easier.

"Let's start with the first question. Y/n and Carlos, how did you meet?" asked the journalist with a sweet smile on her face.

"Classic question," I said, laughing. "Carlos, would you do us the honor of answering?"

"Claro, mi corazón. We met in a club in Monaco. She was drunk and practically fell on top of me," said the Spaniard with a smile, recalling that night.

"But you're not from Monaco. Why were you there?" asked the woman in front of us, furrowing her brows.

"I was simply there on vacation with my friends," I replied with a natural smile, calmly addressing the interviewer's pure curiosity. "They still don't believe that I'm with a Formula 1 driver and that I literally fell on him by sheer chance."

"The best fall of your life," said Carlos, looking at me with his brown eyes full of genuine playfulness. I gave him a light slap on the arm, and he let out a cute muffled chuckle.

"I see there's no lack of chemistry here," said the woman, laughing. "But let's move on. The second question is, how long have you been together? Y/n, don't answer, let's see if Carlos remembers," said the interviewer, winking at me.

At that point, I turned towards Carlos, looking at him, waiting for his answer, even though I was pretty sure he knew the date by heart.

"Hey, you're conspiring against me," said the guy, pretending to be offended. "Of course, I know the date. We got together on April 5th, two years ago."

The blood froze in my veins, and I turned pale. The date was wrong, completely wrong.

I shot a deadly glare at Carlos, who smiled at me.

"What's wrong?" he asked, making an innocent face.

I couldn't believe it. He said that the day we got together was the best moment of his life, and now he didn't remember the date.

"Something tells me you're in trouble, Carlos," said the interviewer with a smile that showed a hint of disapproval.

"I was joking. I know the day we got together: it was December 20th. It was the best Christmas gift I could have gotten," said Carlos, brushing my cheek, and the tension suddenly disappeared.

"You scared me," I said with a smile.

"I could never forget our anniversary; you're too important to forget," he concluded, holding my hand affectionately.

[yourlnterlude]

to save you; feel better.

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a Scott Miller X Reader (Fem) Fanfic

TW : mentions of death from tornadoes, crying, tornadoes, angst, flashbacks, no mentions of “Y/N”, pet names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl), not such an asshole Scott.

A/N : hi everyone, this is my first ? twisters fic, and I’m open to requests of this fandom as well. fyi this has a lengthy character count on it, going about 6.8k.

Sigh.

It was devastating. The sight of the town you grew up was now in piles of rubble, you could hear the sob of children crying, parents looking for pets and children, it really didn’t help the tears rolling down your face at that moment. You took the job gradually, and you knew this was going to happen. that’s when it hit you, someone was stuck under a board, of some wood, you didn’t care, all that matter was trying to get them out from underneath it, out of this now formed hellhole.

gentle sobs came from underneath the mass of wood on the woman, elderly, it made your heart break. she knew you, and you knew her.

YEARS PRIOR — TODDLER YEARS

running around the calming grass, no shoes on, dogs barking, other children playing in their yards, such a perfect day in the state of Oklahoma. You seen the woman who everyone called the “neighborhood grandma.” she was everyone’s grandma from your perspective. feet ran across the grass and up onto her porch, she was crocheting a small blanket. “Hi grandma!” your voice rung out to snap her out of her focus on the blanket, and a pair of familiar eyes met yours, and smile appeared on her face. “oh my sweetheart, how are you darling?” she would ask, getting up slowly, to walk inside of her house, the door open since it felt amazing outside, you’d never see a day like that again. “i’m good! mommy told me to go play outside since there’s no weather around, and since i saw you, I wanted to say hi!” you explained, the smile that you had grew even wider.

“oh darling,” she whispered, keeping that same smile on her face, she enjoyed your company. “you’ll never see a day like this, again.”

—

you snapped out of your trance. you kept thinking about what she said,

“you’ll never see a day like this, again.” And you believe it. The town didn’t even look like the town anymore. You lifted the board up with all your strength, and the crying stopped, and that’s when your heart dropped. a quiet “grandma..?” came tumbling out your mouth. The tears becoming more heavier, sobs becoming visible, EMS pulling up to scene, and you sat there, with your hands on her head, and face, the woman no longer breathing. oh man, you didn’t want to let her go.

YEARS PRIOR — TODDLER YEARS

you remember her reading a book to you during the evening that night, your mom giving you a warm bath, and hair braided. earlier that day, you saw on the news that a devastating EF3 tornado had struck a small town in the state, hours away. curiosity had took over the small mind of yours, tempting you to ask grandma what a “tornado” was. Your teacher told you that you would be going over the safety since you live in a state that’s in an alley called “Tornado Alley”. Yet you couldn’t wait, impatient.

“grandma?” you asked, interrupting her. “yes sweetheart?” she looked up from the book, meeting your questioning eyes. “what’s a tornado?” you asked, making eye contact with her. “oh sweetheart, let me tell you, a tornado is something you never want to mess around with..” she trailed off, her voice becoming a little heavy.

“when I was a little older than you, I went through my first tornado, and I lost my dad due to it. I never expressed much feeling over it, but it’s still upsetting sometimes to hear about tornadoes.” she said, still going on, “yet, to answer your question, a tornado is a violently rotating column of air touching the ground, usually attached to the base of a thunderstorm. Tornadoes are natures most violent storms. Spawned from powerful thunderstorms, tornadoes can cause fatalities and devastate a neighborhood in seconds.” she said, it was alot for you to take in, yet you understand what she meant, some how, and it interested you.

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you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, snapping out of your mind again. It was Javi, staring at you with a worried face. You knew this would happen, just never when. “we got to go.” He murmured to you and then walking off. You didn’t want too, but it was for the better. One more hug, you thought. One more hug.

the ride back to the motel was silent. very silent. sitting in the front seat of the white truck with your companion, Scott, you didn’t hear him smacking his minty gum, but you knew he was still chewing some. the vibe was horrible. you stayed silent the whole entire ride. “you okay?” Scott asked, looking at you. oh you wanted to cry, scream, and who knows what. a quiet “no” came out, eyes bloodshot from crying. you wanted to hurl your phone out the damn window, and just cry, but no. did she not make it to her basement in time? what went wrong? where did you go wrong?

“where did i go wrong?” you question, the familiar tears falling down your face again, oh man, just not wanting to cry betrayed you. “what do you mean? you didn’t do anything wrong.” Scott said, voice sounding a little worried. “I feel like I went wrong somewhere Scott, somewhere- just— where did-” oh. now you remember.

“oh sweetheart, let me tell you, a tornado is something you never want to mess around with..” she trailed off, her voice becoming a little heavy.

now you understood where you went wrong. staying silent was difficult, you couldn’t, but you did. “I think I finally understand where I went wrong.”

that was a very long conversation you had between your boyfriend. It proceeded into your shared motel room, you didn’t want to talk anymore after what happened in that town, but it’s not good to bottle up those feelings. Yet there was only one thing that could make you feel better, and it was him.

“let me tell you something,” he started out, before letting out a sigh. “it’s something that’s going to be common after all of these tornadoes we get sweet girl,” you could tell he wasn’t finished. you sat down on the bed, not feeling well at all. Scott crouched down infront of you resting his hands on your thighs. His blue eyes met yours, and you just stayed quiet. “I know it’s going to be hard with everything, and you have every right to feel the way you feel.” The words tumbled out his mouth, like he’s been through this before, and to be honest, it really wouldn’t surprise you if he did.

“There’s gonna be times where you don’t want to look at a tornado ever again, but baby, lemme tell you, I’ve been through the same situation you have, and it’s not a good time. You feel like and it’s- really, you just don’t feel good. But don’t let that stop you from doing what you really want to achieve.” He said and you nodded. You loved him, a lot, and he knew that too.

“she’s not in anymore pain now. you’re okay and she’s okay.” .. “I love you.” he said before pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “… I love you too.”

[innocence-impulse]

❛ it is late. you must wish to retire. ❜ {From Hugo! From the inbox call~}

@strdstd &. 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Ah, it was almost midnight! She felt very sleepy after the day of constructing, building and reading the map (aside from trying to decipher the notebook). She was falling asleep quickly, which is unusual for her. The voice she heard seemed to be from afar like she was already dreaming. Her unconscious was there, so close to getting fully asleep.

«...ah yeah, perhaps you're right-»

Alice mumbled on the verge of being asleep, but suddenly, she felt like something was not right. She opened her eyes for a slight second, and realization that the person talking to her was real accidentally came to her mind. He was a complete stranger, and he had somehow appeared in her place, which she had built from scratch. Or, maybe she actually got sleepy somewhere else and didn't pay attention to it.

«What the- »

She is fast to get on her feet as she's ready to defend herself or attack the intruder, keeping the notebook and the map as close to herself as possible. If she learned something from these reckless travels, it's that everyone here is an enemy, and it doesn't matter if they're a deity, something else, or an actual human. Though she doubted if there was a normal human somewhere, whilst many of them seemed to have some secrets or powers she was hesitant to understand. Her magic is everything she can rely on.

«Who are you? And how did you got here??»

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Looking for the answers in the pouring rain.

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prepare for a few djats requests. meeting graham in a record store and him asking us to come to his show?? :)

cherry bomb.

pairing: graham dunne x fem!reader

content warnings: meet-cute, misogyny (not from graham), flirting/ teasing, reader's nickname is cherry and reader works in a record store.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i'm lowkey obsessed with graham lately, so this is the first work in the graham x cherry (reader) universe!! requests are open for any questions/ideas! <3

“Hey, I’m gonna pop out for a coffee with a friend. You’re okay to hold down the fort for a while, right?” Andrew shrugs his jacket on, making it very clear that he has every intention of leaving, with or without your permission. 

You have to fight the urge to snap back with a smart remark. “That depends.” 

Andrew scoffs. “On what, exactly?”

“Well, how long is a little while?” You muse aloud. 

“Jesus,” Andrew mumbles. “Didn’t realise I was on the clock here.”

“You’re at work,” You deadpan.

Andrew rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m well aware of that. But your type are always complaining that us men don’t trust you to do things for yourself. Here I am, giving you the perfect opportunity to do so, and what do you do? You throw it back in my face.” He braces his hands against the countertop. “So, I’ll ask again. Can you mind the shop or do you need me to hold your hand?” 

Said hand itches to reach out and smack him across the face. “Just go.” 

Andrew seems to take your answer as a win rather than you getting fed up with him, and he offers you a smug smile.

You flip him off as he walks out of the store. The bell at the top of the doorframe nearly comes loose with how hard he slams the door shut, and you have to fight the impulse to chase after him and give him a well-deserved piece of your mind. 

“What a bastard.” 

Your brows raise as you follow the sound of the voice. Your eyes land on a tall guy, maybe six foot, with a messy mop of curls on the top of his head.

He scoffs, leaning his weight against the cash register, and shakes his head in disbelief. "I swear, some people are so entitled, it's unbelievable." With one last glare in the direction of the door, he turns to you, gaze softening as a crooked smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “I’m Graham.”

You nod and give him your name.

Graham grins, and bats his lashes at you like a love-sick teenager. “Ah. A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“Flirt.”

“Guilty.” He shrugs.

You smile despite yourself. “So… Graham. What’s a guy like you do for a living?”

“Well, apart from saving a damsels in distress?”

“Obviously.” You play along.

He smiles and two dimples carve their way into the skin around his mouth. “I’m in a band.”

You cant deny that your interest is piqued now. You lean against the countertop and rest your chin in the palm of your hand. “A band, you say. What’s your band’s name?”

“The Six. But you’d probably know us as Daisy Jones and The Six.”

“Never heard of them,” You lie.

“Bullshit.”

“What do you play?”

“Apart from twenty-one questions?” He chuckles when you fix him with a look. “I play lead guitar.”

“You guys any good?”

“Why don’t you come see for yourself?” You watch curiously as he starts patting down the back pocket of his blue denim jeans. A small noise of triumph slips past his lips as he brandishes about a laminated ticket. “Here. For you.”

You arch a sharp brow but take the ticket from him, anyway. “You make a habit of carrying one of these around with you?”

“You can never be too prepared.” Graham smiles and offers you a wink. Your heart does a flip in your chest, and you shake your head fondly. “It’s a VIP.” He explains. “If you stick around after, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“What makes you so sure I’m going to come? I’ve just met you.”

“Is that a no?” You’re quiet and he grins before tapping the wooden countertop and waltzing in the direction of the door. “I’ll see you tonight.”

And with that, he’s gone.

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You don’t know what possesses you to actually go to the conccert. Maybe it’s because he caught your attention earlier in the record shop. Or maybe it’s because he’s cute. Either way, you find a spot by the front of the stage and re-tie the front of your bell-sleeve top to pass the time.

As soon as the lead singers come on stage, the crowd erupts into applause so loud that you wonder if it might burst your delicate eardrums. Once the musicans have adjusted the microphones to suit their differing heights, the rest of the band file out.

Grahams eyes immediately search the VIP section for you, and he offers you a wink when he spots you in the crowd. You roll your eyes in return, but you can’t help the warmth that creeps into your cheeks or the wry smile that tugs at the corners of your lips.

Daisy speaks into the microphone and welcomes the crowd as Graham, the pianist, the bassist and the drummer all take their respective spots on stage. “So how are we feeling tonight?” She asks and the crowd responds by screaming. She smiles like a cheshire cat. “That’s what I like to hear!”

Within seconds, the drummer has counted them in and they’ve launched into their first song. You recoginse it from the charts— Aurora, you think it’s called. You sing along and sway to the music, trying to ignore the way Graham’s gaze pierces a hole through you.

At one point, you flip him the finger subtly, but all he does is laugh into his microphone and shrug his shoulders when the male lead shoots him a quizzical look.

Their songs roll into each other effortlessly and by the time “The River” has started playing, you have given up on pretending like you didn’t know who they were altogether.

Daisy thanks everyone for coming as their setlist comes to a close and she throws one of her many necklaces into the crowd, where people start to fight and claw at each other over it.

You chuckle to yourself and true to your word, hang around until the venue starts to empty. There are still thousands of people mulling around when you hear a quiet, “psst!”, from one of the stage doors.

Spinning on your heel, you turn to see Graham peeking his head out of the door and pointing at you. “Let her through,” he says to the security guards, who must be getting paid far too much to argue with him, as they part like the red sea and hurry you through.

Graham grins as he ushers you through the door and closes it behind you. The sound is muffled from back here, and he leans against the wall with a smug smile on his face. “Never heard of them my ass.”

You grin. “Didn’t want any of y’all getting a bigger ego than you already have.”

Graham presses a hand to his heart in faux offence. “All have you know, my brothers the one with the ego problem. Not me.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy.”

He laughs. “You have a backbone. I like that. You’re like a firecracker.” He clicks his fingers. “A cherry bomb. That’s what I’m gonna call you. Cherry.”

You roll your eyes. “What does that even mean?”

“Forget it, Cherry.”

You bite back a scoff. “You gonna buy me that drink or what?”

“Depends.”

“On?”

“Will this be counted as our first date or do I have to earn that?”

“Depends.”

He grins. “I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, let’s get that drink.”