#can i tag the guys...even if it's just their hands...

[justslightlymental]

"All of them goddamn" - Saja Boys x Reader

Yo... This is just pure smut with just slight plot, also shoutout to this person @k45kart for the idea. (sorry if i tagged wrong person) also another person who wanted to be tagged: @eliengoddes

Okay uhh anyways TW or whatever warnings: Smut, gangbang (obviously) 5 demons cmon guys, I MAY HAVE WRITTEN JINUS NAME WRONG SO IM SORRY. Oral sex both receiving, degrading, praising, uhhh p in v, without protection (dont do this if u dont want kids.) Marking, breeding lowkey, demons going out of control. MAYBE SLIGHT DUB CON??? (its very much consensual but my writing style might fart on itself.) I forgot what else. Cringe warning i havent written anything in ages okay - Everything was okay.. Everything was going to be FINE… The fans were happy with our newest song… And the Honmoon was shining brighter than ever, even a tingle of gold flashing across our eyes, we were so close!!! But then Rumi lost her voice, right in the middle of our rehearsal for our live premiere of “Golden”. Before any of us could say anything she asked for 5 minutes and just ran off to god knows where! “Oh my god, what are we gonna do??” Zoey panicked, her arms flailing around. “Calm down Zoey.. It’s going to be fine… just give her some time alright?” Mira placed a hand on her shoulder to calm Zoey down, though I could see through her poker face. “Yeah, like Mira said. Give her some time… surely she will come in time.” I said, a nervous/worried smile across my face. And she never came… The next time we saw her was at our apartment, she looked shaken up. The only thing we could offer in that moment was comfort and that we did. We decided to go out for some dinner. Rumi still didn’t seem like herself, until she finally spoke. “I'm sorry about the show..” “It’s okay.. don’t worry about it!” Zoey smiled, placing a hand on her forearm. “Besides, Bobby will handle it.” I smiled as well, trying to comfort her.

And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone. “We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!” “I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly. “In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused. “My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.

“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”

After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-

“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-

Until we saw THEM..

Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.

Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.

And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-

I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.

We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!

We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name. We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.

“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed. However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood. “You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates. Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu. I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now. “Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled. That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning. “There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit. “G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.

“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek. I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. “Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abs”. (bit of a silly name tbh…) ANYWAY “D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni. “Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest. My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust. “What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth. “I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them. It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release. “Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin. I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn! 

Abs crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon. “I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abs smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs. “You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see. Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back. “Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths. All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples. My body arched into Juni’s body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abs was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did. I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Juni’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands cressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abs, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me. I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abs fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking. “I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have. “Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure. “She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said, eyeing down at Abs, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her. With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abs created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms. Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax. “I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt. “She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead. “She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned. 

(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks. Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock. “Open wide baby.” He instructed. And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out. “Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place. “Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them. (Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were. “Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered. (Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abs and Mystery’s dicks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abs was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely. 

“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her. “S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat. She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins. “Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop. “Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked. Abs and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity. Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head. She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abs’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest. “You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him. “Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her. “Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abs smiled, his finger stroking her chin. “I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours. “Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her. His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if she wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight. “Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires. While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy. Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming. Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm. “Help her up guys.” Abs smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air. 

She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abs slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust. “O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive. “P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up. “Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abs grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others. “Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck. “Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile. “She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed. Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abs slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abs and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on. “Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud. Both Abs and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before. “A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abs’s abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.

“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back. “I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show. He basically snatched her out of Abs and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out. The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately. “Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed. “Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery. She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abs and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man. But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable. Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time. Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more. All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac. 

“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust. “Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching. “Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again. “Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly. She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago. “Please…” She whimpered. “Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abs smirked next to Jinu. Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight. “Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up. “I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing. And right on time too. “Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.

“I-Im fine… Really- Ahg-” She groaned still not being able to stand properly or even realise what the fuck just happened. “We need to get you home!” “Don’t ever run off like that!!” The entire journey home she was scolded but all she could think about was Jinu and his final words. And overall the fucking gangbang she just went through… THE BEST sex she had ever had, honestly. She looked out of her window after finally being left alone by the girls and could feel herself growing wet again, not being able to forget how their touch felt and how their cocks felt inside her. Oh yeah she was definitely waiting for the next time. - thanks guys i did my duty

[cbeargyu]

just a bet for you [2]

summary: you fall for him, deeply, blindly. you give him everything—including your first time. but when he confesses it was all part of a bet, your world collapses. months later, he realizes too late that his feelings were real. but now, you’ve moved on, and when he tries to reach you, you make it clear: he doesn’t get a second chance.

pairing: heesung x fem!reader

genre: high school au, angst, heartbreak, slow burn, betrayal, one-sided love, emotional fallout.

warnings: emotional manipulation, virginity loss, betrayal for a bet, mentions of bullying, intense emotional scenes, crying, self-worth issues, explicit heartbreak, mention of physical intimacy, slap scene, heavy angst, no happy ending.

wc: 4,3k

notes: hi!!🩷 thank you so, so much for all the love the first part of this story received, it honestly made me so happy to see the response :D! you guys make me really happy, i love you all so much. stay tuned because i’ll be posting the other two heesung stories i promised you soon <3 also, if you want to be added to the taglists for upcoming fics, feel free to fill out this form! you can specify which groups or idols you’d like to be tagged in, it would help me stay a bit more organized 🫶🏻

PART 1 HERE.

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you didn’t go to school for two weeks after it happened.

at first, you told your parents you were just tired. that maybe you were coming down with something. that your body ached. and it was true, in a way—your body did ache, but not from any illness they’d understand. the ache sat deep in your chest, in your lungs, in the pit of your stomach. it made it hard to breathe, hard to eat, hard to sleep without waking up in tears.

you cried until your throat burned. until your pillow was soaked. until your fingers curled into your sheets in the middle of the night, wishing you could claw him out of your memory. you kept replaying it over and over again—how he held you, how he kissed your forehead, how gently he moved inside you, how he fed you soup and looked at you like you were made of glass. and then how he broke you in the same room he touched you like you mattered.

you didn’t understand.

you couldn’t understand.

someone who loved with actions—who tied your shoelaces when they came undone, who waited at the gate after school, who sat in silence with you in the library just to be near you—how could that all be a lie? how could someone fake the way his thumb brushed over your hand while you solved equations, or the way he held you like the world outside your bedroom didn’t exist?

you told yourself there had to be something real in it. maybe not all of it. but something. he couldn't have done all that just for a bet… right?

but while you cried yourself sick, the others were laughing.

heesung and his friends—jay, sunghoon, the others who had always hovered around like shadows—were joking about it in the cafeteria. about how you’d fallen hard. about how easy it had been. jay even said he didn’t think you’d go through with it. sunghoon just laughed and said, “i guess love makes girls blind.”

and heesung?

he laughed too.

smirked and said, “i told you. i knew she’d give in. i know her type.”

and maybe something in him tightened when he said it. maybe something in his chest flickered, sharp and bitter. but no one noticed—not even him. because in front of his friends, his pride had to survive. so he played along. like you had meant nothing. like none of it had mattered.

and yet… when you came back, everything changed.

you walked into school two weeks later with your head held a little higher. your eyes were tired, but they didn’t tremble anymore. your uniform was the same, your hair was the same, but there was something different about the way you carried yourself. you smiled at your teacher when she welcomed you back. you answered roll call like nothing was wrong. when people whispered in the halls, you didn’t flinch.

you told everyone your parents had taken you out of town to visit your grandmother. “we didn’t plan it,” you said easily. “they just made the decision last minute. no signal where we were.”

you sat in class like normal. you took notes. you even hummed quietly during break.

and people noticed.

not in the cliché, dramatic way. not like you suddenly became the “hot girl.” it was quieter than that. it was in the way people looked twice when you walked by. the way they hesitated before talking about you. the way they no longer saw you as invisible, but as something they couldn’t quite define.

and heesung noticed too.

he saw the way your posture had changed. the way you didn’t glance around nervously anymore. the way you answered questions with confidence, how you laughed with classmates you never used to talk to. something about your presence was louder now, even if your voice wasn’t.

and for the first time since he left your house, he started remembering.

he remembered how your hands shook when you first held his. how your eyes lit up when he brought you strawberries one afternoon because you mentioned liking them in passing. how he watched you sleep once, and something inside him clenched in a way he didn’t understand back then.

he told himself it was all an act. that he was just playing the part. that every kind gesture, every glance, every soft breath against your skin was planned.

but not all of it was.

some things just... happened. some moments weren’t rehearsed. and now, watching you from across the room, something sharp curled beneath his ribs.

regret.

and that feeling only deepened when, one afternoon, you were walking past the lockers and someone called your name.

“y/n!”

you turned, blinking, and found a boy you didn’t recognize very well—jake, from class 1-b. tall, warm smile, honey-brown hair. he jogged over with a little out-of-breath laugh.

“you dropped this earlier in the hallway,” he said, holding out your pen.

you blinked at it, surprised. “oh… thank you. i didn’t even notice.”

“yeah,” he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “figured you’d want it back. it’s cute. the little star charm’s cool.”

you laughed, a small, real sound. “it was a gift. from myself.”

he laughed with you. “solid choice.”

he walked with you to class that day. not flirtatious. just easy. light.

and heesung saw it all from the other end of the hall—your laugh, your comfort, the way jake looked at you like you were bright and new.

and something in his stomach twisted.

for the first time, he wasn’t part of your world.

he had no place there anymore.

and maybe—just maybe—that was the part that hurt the most.

heesung didn’t notice it all at once.

at first, it was just a quiet discomfort. something small. like the subtle ache of a bruise you forgot was there until someone brushed against it. a flicker in his chest that he ignored. a hollow feeling he pushed down with laughter and noise.

he told himself he didn’t care. that he had won. that it was just a bet and he had gotten what he wanted. his friends kept saying it, too—how easy it was, how good the payoff had been, how funny it was that you actually cried.

but every time they said your name like it was a joke, something in him tensed.

still, he smiled.

still, he laughed.

because that’s what he was supposed to do.

until you came back.

you walked into school like someone who had been rebuilt. not louder, not flashier, not dressed any different—but something in you had changed. you didn’t slouch anymore. you didn’t stare at the floor when people passed. your steps were quieter, but more certain. like you didn’t need to be noticed to be seen.

and worse—you didn’t look at him.

not once.

not even when your eyes passed over his. you looked right through him. like he wasn’t there. like the boy you gave yourself to had died and become someone you didn’t recognize anymore. it was the first time he realized you could move on. that maybe he hadn’t broken you the way he thought he did.

and that’s when it started.

the ache.

every day after that, it grew heavier. he tried to ignore it—he flirted with other girls in the hallway, he laughed louder than necessary, he stayed out late. but none of it filled the space you left behind. the silence of your absence followed him everywhere, curling like smoke around his collarbones, pressing against his lungs.

and then came jake.

at first, he didn’t even know the guy’s name. just some quiet boy from a different class—friendly, golden-haired, always polite to teachers. but suddenly, he was sitting beside you during lunch. carrying your books when your arms were full. walking with you to the gate after school. he never touched you too much, never made it look like anything romantic, but it didn’t matter.

heesung saw the way you smiled around him.

not the way you used to smile at heesung—shy and tentative—but brighter. lighter. like you were no longer afraid of breaking.

and worst of all, jake did things heesung used to do.

he tucked your hair behind your ear when the wind blew too hard. he waited for you outside the library, leaning against the wall with both hands in his pockets like it was the most natural thing in the world. he passed you notes in class—not cheesy ones, but simple things like “don’t forget to eat lunch today” or “i hope your morning was kind.”

and every time heesung saw one of those moments unfold, his chest tightened.

because he remembered.

he remembered how you used to look at him like that. how you used to reach for his hand without thinking. how you once whispered “thank you for choosing me” after he kissed your forehead in your room.

he told himself it was all fake. that he had played a role, nothing more.

but some of it hadn’t been fake.

some of it had been instinct.

some of it had been real.

and now it was gone.

sometimes, at night, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of the way your voice trembled when you said you were happy your first time had been with him. the way you clung to the blanket when he stood to leave. the way you ran after him, bare feet against the floor, tears already falling—and he didn’t turn around.

he should have turned around.

now you were healing without him.

and he… he was unraveling.

that's why he didn’t expect to see you again that day.

it was just a normal afternoon—at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. the courtyard was half-empty, students trickling out after class in lazy, aimless waves. heesung had been walking with jay and sunghoon, shoulders slouched, backpack hanging loosely from one strap, half-listening to some story jay was telling that didn’t really matter.

he wasn’t paying attention. not until he heard your laugh.

soft. low. the kind of laugh that used to only come out when you were comfortable, when you forgot to be afraid. he froze instinctively—eyes lifting before his mind could stop him.

there you were.

sitting on the edge of a planter box under the tree near the gate, legs crossed at the ankle, your head tilted as you listened to jake say something beside you. he was holding a bottle of water, a backpack slung over one shoulder. he handed it to you, and you took it with a small smile, your fingers brushing his for just a second.

heesung couldn’t hear what you were saying. but you were smiling. you looked healthy. rested. you looked like you hadn’t spent weeks crying over him in the dark. you looked like you’d finally let go of the hand that once shattered you.

and you didn’t look his way—not once.

that was the part that felt the heaviest.

“damn,” jay muttered beside him, loud enough for the others to hear. “she moves on fast.”

sunghoon snorted. “wonder if she cried in jake’s arms, too.”

they laughed. a few other boys chuckled with them. someone else said, “what was her name again? the one you took home? y/n, right?”

heesung didn’t say anything. he kept walking, but his pace slowed.

“maybe she’s just collecting boyfriends now,” jay added with a grin. “first heesung, now jake. who’s next?”

“bet jake has no idea she was begging heesung to stay, crying like a kicked puppy.” sunghoon whistled. “guess jake likes secondhand toys.”

the laughter grew louder. more shameless. more cruel.

heesung stopped walking.

he didn’t say a word. he didn’t laugh. he just stared straight ahead, jaw clenched so tight it ached. his fingers curled tighter around the strap of his backpack, knuckles white.

they were still talking about you like that. like you were nothing more than a punchline. like you hadn’t mattered. like you hadn’t loved him.

and he said nothing.

because saying something would mean stepping out of the mask he’d been wearing this whole time. it would mean breaking the image. it would mean admitting that you weren’t just another girl. that what he did wasn’t just a joke. it would mean facing everything he’d been trying to ignore since the moment he left your house and walked away from the girl who had given him everything.

he told himself it was better this way. that it was cleaner if he stayed silent.

but his silence was starting to rot him from the inside out.

you were still sitting there, unaware. jake stood up, pointing at something in his phone, and you leaned slightly to look. he held the screen closer, and your knees brushed lightly—casual, natural, the kind of touch heesung remembered vividly.

and for a second—just a second—he wished he could go back.

not to change what happened, not to undo it, but to tell you that it hadn’t all been a lie. that not everything had been a game. because when you smiled at him, something inside him had moved. and when you cried, something inside him hadbroken. he just hadn’t known what to do with that feeling. so he buried it. mocked it. pretended it never happened.

and now it was too late.

jay slapped a hand on his shoulder. “what, you mad he’s got her now?”

he didn’t respond.

just shook him off gently, like the touch annoyed him.

because yeah. maybe he was mad.

but not at you. not at jake.

he was mad at himself—for letting go of the only person who ever looked at him like he wasn’t just a name behind a pretty face. for breaking something he didn’t know how to fix. for being too much of a coward to say, “stop,” when they started laughing.

and for still staring at you like you were his, when he gave you every reason to walk away.

he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.

the room was quiet except for the hum of his fan and the soft ticking of the clock on his desk. it was late—past midnight, maybe closer to two—but sleep didn’t come easily anymore. not the kind that left you rested. not the kind that made mornings worth waking up for.

his body was still. but his mind wouldn’t shut up.

he hated how loud your memory was in silence.

he closed his eyes and it came rushing back. the way your fingers curled in his shirt when you kissed him the first time. how you trembled under his touch but still whispered “i want this with you.” how you winced when he entered you, how your nails dug into his back as you cried out, how you smiled, teary and flushed, afterward, whispering “i’m happy it was you.”

he hadn’t meant to remember all of it—but it wouldn’t leave him alone.

the way you used to wait by his locker just to walk home together. the way you brought him tangerines because he said he liked them once. the way you blushed whenever he tucked your hair behind your ear. how you laughed when he teased you softly. how your voice always dropped when you said his name like it meant something more.

he thought he’d buried all of that. he thought forgetting you would be easy.

but nothing about you was forgettable.

he sat up in bed, breathing heavy now, like the air around him had thickened. there was a tension in his chest—an ache that didn’t go away when he rubbed his hands over his face. it stayed there, lodged in his ribs, aching like guilt, like grief, like a question he’d never asked himself until now:

did i love her?

and the silence answered back:

yes.

yes, he did. maybe not from the start. maybe not all at once. but somewhere along the line—between the library books and your gentle voice and the way you looked at him like he was someone worth loving—he had fallen for you.

and now you were gone.

really gone.

not just physically, but emotionally. spiritually. you no longer belonged to his world. you no longer turned at the sound of his name. he could pass you in the hallway and it would be like walking past a ghost.

he hesitated, looking at his phone on the nightstand.

his heart beat faster.

his hand trembled slightly as he reached for it, thumb hovering over your contact. it was still there. he never deleted it. he never even changed your name. just y/n—plain, simple, the way you saved yourself in his phone that first night.

he stared at it for too long.

what do i say?

what could i say?

sorry? i miss you? i didn’t mean it? i was wrong?

they all felt hollow. they all felt too late. but he pressed the call button anyway, like maybe—maybe—you’d still want to hear his voice.

it rang once.

then the screen went black. call declined.

he froze.

his stomach dropped.

he tried again. and this time—

“this number is not available.”

his throat tightened. he tried to breathe through it, but his chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.

you had blocked him.

not muted. not ignored. not paused.

blocked. completely. entirely. with finality.

and just like that, it hit him like a blow to the ribs.

she doesn’t want to hear from me. she’s done.

what did he expect?

that you’d pick up in the middle of the night, voice soft and sleepy, still waiting for him? that you’d cry again, say his name, beg for answers? that you’d run into his arms like nothing had happened?

how fucking foolish.

his fingers tightened around the phone, then let it drop beside him with a dull thud.

you weren’t waiting. you weren’t hoping. you weren’t his anymore.

you had walked away. healed. outgrown him.

and he—he had stayed the same. still pretending. still running. still hiding behind silence and laughter and people who didn’t care if he burned.

he laid back down, arm over his eyes, chest hollow.

he wouldn’t call again.

he wouldn’t message.

he wouldn't show up pretending to be brave.

not because he respected your decision—but because he was a coward.

and because facing your rejection now would destroy what little was left of him.

so he let the silence stay.

just like you had.

days had turned into weeks, though heesung wasn’t sure when the shift had occurred. time had begun to bleed together, slow and indistinct, like the blur of water slipping down a window during a storm. everything felt quieter than before, but not in the peaceful way—no, it was the kind of silence that made his skin itch, that wrapped around his lungs and refused to let go, like grief that hadn’t quite finished forming. he still walked the same halls, still sat in the same classrooms, still laughed at the same tired jokes, but the world around him felt distorted, as if nothing was quite where it used to be. and it wasn’t. not really. because you weren’t there anymore—not in the way that counted.

you didn’t look at him anymore. didn’t flinch when you passed each other. you didn’t hesitate, or soften, or seem remotely affected by the empty space he left behind. and maybe that was what finally started to eat at him—not your absence, but your indifference. it was easier when he thought you hated him. hate meant fire. hate meant he still lived somewhere inside you. but now... now you looked through him like he had become translucent, like he no longer held a single thread to your world. and god, it hurt more than he could stand.

he told himself he didn’t care. repeated it like a prayer each night when he stared at the ceiling in his dark room, one arm slung over his eyes to block out everything except his thoughts. but the truth clawed at him like something alive. he remembered everything—your hands in his, the soft pull of your smile, the way your head fit perfectly on his shoulder, how your voice cracked when you said “i’m glad it was you.” he had tried to forget, but it came back in waves, sharp and suffocating. he remembered how you kissed him like he mattered, how you trembled but still trusted him, how your eyes fluttered open afterward, full of something so painfully pure it nearly undid him.

he couldn’t forget. not anymore.

the ache that came with those memories had become unbearable—dense in his chest, heavy in his throat. and when he walked into the chemistry lab that afternoon, all he wanted was to disappear for a little while, to escape the noise of the halls and the suffocating press of guilt that followed him like a shadow. he didn’t expect to see you there.

you were standing near the lockers, facing away from him, your body half-tucked behind the tall cabinet where the beakers and tongs were kept. you moved carefully, methodically, as if each motion served a purpose. your back was straight, your hair pulled out of the way, the sleeves of your uniform rolled just slightly. you looked so calm, so self-contained. you looked nothing like the girl he remembered sobbing under a blanket while he walked away.

he froze. completely.

for a moment, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. he felt like the air had thickened, like he had walked into a memory and it had decided to come alive just to punish him. his gaze locked on you, and as if some invisible string snapped taut between you, you turned.

your eyes met.

and everything around him went still.

his heartbeat stuttered. there was a pressure behind his eyes, behind his ribs, like something raw had clawed its way out of him. and for the briefest second, he thought maybe—maybe—there was something still left. maybe you’d say something, anything.

but then you blinked, cold and calm, and turned away again without a word.

you folded your lab coat neatly, placed it on the stool beside you, and grabbed your bag. you were already halfway to the door when his body reacted before his mind could.

“wait—”

his voice cracked through the silence, rough and desperate.

you paused, fingers on the sliding door, shoulders tense.

“please. y/n… wait.”

he moved toward you, slowly, like every step cost him something. and just before you could open the door, he reached out, fingers brushing your wrist.

you flinched.

your reaction was immediate, electric—your body snapped away like he had burned you. your eyes turned to his, not wide with surprise or hurt, but narrowed with fury and something else—disgust. your voice, when it came, was sharp and low and full of ice.

“don’t touch me.”

he stepped back instinctively, guilt spreading across his face like poison. he lifted his hands slightly, palms open as if to show he meant no harm. but it didn’t matter. it was already too late.

“i just… i need to talk to you,” he said, voice softer now, almost breaking. “please. i know i don’t deserve it. but just let me—”

“you used me.” your voice cut through the room like a blade, and he fell silent instantly. “now you want me to believe you care?” you shook your head, bitter disbelief dripping from every word. “don’t insult me. save your guilt for someone who asked for it.”

he took a shallow breath, but your words didn’t stop.

“you didn’t defend me when they laughed at me.” your tone trembled now—not with weakness, but with pain long held. “you laughed with them.” you stepped forward, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “so don’t act like you regret it now.”

his lips parted, his throat worked, but nothing came. not until you finally said the last thing he’d been terrified to hear.

“you never loved me, heesung.” your voice cracked, but you didn’t look away. “you loved the way i looked at you.”

that broke him.

he looked down, shoulders heavy, breath unsteady. he wanted to deny it, to explain, to beg—but the truth swelled inside him like a wound finally bursting.

“i did,” he said softly, eyes flicking back to you, desperate. “i did love you. i swear i didn’t know it until after, but—” he choked, biting down the panic that rose in his chest. “yes, it started as a joke. a fucking stupid bet. but it stopped being one the moment you smiled at me like i meant something. when you held my hand, when you kissed me back, when you… when we were in your room, and i held you—”

you slapped him.

hard.

his head jerked slightly to the side, the sting spreading across his cheek like fire.

you were shaking now, but your voice was steady.

“don’t you dare bring that night up.”

your eyes were red, but not from weakness. from rage. from betrayal. from the kind of heartbreak that people don’t walk away from whole.

“you planned it. all of it. you got close to me just to win. you let me fall. you let me love you knowing the whole time you were going to rip me apart. and you did.” your voice rose, thick with tears now spilling freely down your cheeks. “i hate you, heesung. i hate you. leave me alone.”

he opened his mouth, but you were already walking away, grabbing your coat and bag, shoving past him like he wasn’t even there. and this time, he didn’t follow. he didn’t try to stop you. he just stood there, one hand on his cheek, chest collapsing in on itself.

he watched you disappear through the door.

and for the first time, he didn’t just feel regret. he felt loss. real, permanent, irreparable loss.

and he knew.

you would never look at him again.

not even with hate.

because even that… required caring.

and you were done.

[aventurineswife]

Hi there, I know your requests are temporarily closed but I can't get this scenario out of my head. You know that thing that parents with their babies where they lay out items like a ball, a book, sword, etc and what they choose symbolizes what they value most in their life. Can you do that with Aventurine, Jin Yuang (my love 😍), Gepard, Ratio and Blade. But instead of choosing an item, their baby just pushes the stuff to the side and runs towards them 🥺. I wanna see how these guys would react towards their baby basically telling them they will always be their priority. I'm sorry for the long request and the ramble bit I just love your work and I'm a sucker for HSR fics with babies. Thank you so much and even if you don't do this, it's cool. Stay awesome. 😘

“The Only Choice That Mattered”

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Blade x Reader, Soft Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Emotional Wholesomeness, Symbolism, Affectionate Reactions, Comfort and Reassurance, Character Growth Through Parenthood, Domestic AU, Reader is the other parent/partner.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma for some characters (Blade, Aventurine), Emotional vulnerability, Very soft angst-to-fluff in some cases, Mild implied legacy pressure/family expectations (for Jing Yuan, Gepard), Reader not heavily described for inclusivity.

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! And don't worry, it's not that long and I don't mind it either way. <3

The room was quiet, save for the faint rustling of silk robes and the cooing of your baby nestled in the center of the ceremonial mat. A scroll, a miniature sword, a carved beast resembling Snowmoon, and a replica of a strategy board were arranged before them—each item symbolizing a path: wisdom, strength, loyalty, foresight.

Jing Yuan sat beside you, one arm lazily resting on his knee, eyes glowing with a warmth he rarely let others see.

"Let’s see what our little general values most," he murmured, voice soft, but curious.

Your baby studied the items with wide, sparkling eyes… and then, with a wobbly but determined push, shoved everything aside. The carved lion tumbled across the floor.

And then—they stood. Waddled. Rushed.

Straight into Jing Yuan’s arms.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Then Jing Yuan laughed—a rare, genuine, soul-deep laugh that crinkled his eyes and made your heart ache with affection. He caught the little one mid-waddle, sweeping them up effortlessly.

“So, you choose… me?” he whispered against their soft hair. A pause. Then more to himself: “Of course. You’re the only one who would.”

He glanced at you, eyes shimmering. “They’ve already outwitted me. I came prepared for strategy… and I was defeated by love.”

The room felt heavy with unsaid things. Blade stood silently near the back wall, arms crossed, broken sword glinting faintly under the dim light. Before your baby were solemn relics: a weathered blade, a Stellaron crystal, a book of memory, and a sealed letter—remnants of a life marred by pain, vengeance, and wandering.

The baby sat, blinked, and then—pushed them all away.

The ancient sword clattered to the side. The Stellaron crystal rolled and cracked softly against the wall.

You held your breath.

Tiny footsteps echoed as they made a beeline straight to Blade.

And Blade… froze.

The baby raised their arms, and he knelt instinctively, unsure, as if afraid to break the moment. Their small fingers brushed his bandaged hand, clinging tight.

“You don’t care about what I’ve been,” he rasped. “Only that I’m here.”

He cradled them carefully, as though the weight of love was heavier than his sword.

“They chose the one thing I thought I’d never be,” he said, quietly. “A home.”

The suite sparkled with opulence—gold chips, a tiny set of scales, a miniature IPC insignia, and even a dice-shaped rattle. Aventurine clapped his hands dramatically as the baby was set down.

"Alright, kiddo, place your bet. No pressure, just... your entire symbolic future on the line."

The baby looked at the items. Then at him. A beat passed.

And then—one by one—each item was flicked aside with a casual disregard that mirrored Aventurine’s own flair.

Finally, the baby giggled and toddled toward him, arms up.

He blinked.

"...Huh."

Then, slowly, that dazzling grin curved his lips, but this time it was tinged with something real—something raw.

“They bet on me?” he said, voice huskier than usual.

You nodded, and he swept the baby up, spinning them around, laughter like chimes echoing.

“You’re supposed to bluff, little one,” he whispered against their cheek. “But you went all in. You win.”

The moment was solemn—traditional, even. Gepard had arranged the ceremonial mat with reverence. A tiny Silvermane badge, a music note carved from ice crystal (for Serval), a miniature Belobog crest, and a replica guard shield sat in a perfect line.

Gepard stood at attention, arms behind his back, posture straight even now.

The baby crawled forward.

Paused.

Then gently shoved everything aside—deliberate and slow, like they knew the significance.

They turned.

And crawled straight into his arms.

Gepard knelt immediately, hands trembling as he scooped them up.

“You… chose me?”

You smiled. “Looks like it.”

For once, his perfect composure cracked. His voice was thick. “I always wondered if I was doing enough… If I was worthy of being someone’s home.”

The baby tucked their face into his shoulder. And Gepard held them like they were the most fragile thing in the universe.

“Thank you… for trusting me. I promise, I’ll always protect you.”

The room had been prepped like a philosophical experiment. An old laurel crown, a scroll of theoretical formulas, a replica owl statue, and a tiny library card were arranged for analysis.

Ratio adjusted his spectacles.

“Now then,” he said, eyes sharp. “Let’s see what intellect they gravitate toward.”

The baby squinted at the array of items.

And then, with casual defiance of every controlled variable—threw all the items off the mat and ran straight at him.

Ratio blinked.

“They rejected... all possible indicators of intellectual interest?”

You chuckled.

“They chose you.”

He caught the baby as they barreled into him, holding them stiffly at first—then softer, as their tiny hands touched his face.

“Fascinating,” he murmured. “An emotional conclusion drawn with absolute certainty.”

You sat beside him, watching his expression slowly shift from surprise to something gentler.

“They see you,” you whispered.

His lips twitched.

“And they’ve made the most brilliant deduction of all,” he said, kissing your baby’s forehead. “That love… transcends logic.”

[godmadeaterribleerror]

Hold Me (More Like That)

Main Masterlist - Dean Masterlist

Read on A03!

Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, fluff, pre-established relationship, lotta smut (oral m! receiving, p in v sex)

Summary/Warnings: Dean takes a second to pick up on what you want, but doesn't disappoint once he starts to play your game.

Author's Note: Sorta request from an anon! I wanna be thrown around so bad you guys don't even know.

Word Count: 3.3k

“I bet I could beat you in a fight.”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

“I could.” You push up on Dean’s chest, glaring at him in the shifting light of the TV. “You don’t believe in me.”

A small smile plays on Dean’s lips, but he doesn’t look away from the movie. “Never said that. I’m pretty damn sure I agreed with you-“

“Yeah, but you said sure.” You drop your tone to mimic his, and that gets his attention. “That’s how you say sure when you don’t really agree, Dean, I know you-“

“Alright.” Dean catches your finger as you poke his chest. “I don’t think you could beat me in a fight, baby. You win.”

You whack his chest, and his grin only grows. 

“That what you wanted to hear?”

“You know it’s not-“

“Then you want me to keep lyin’?”

You roll your eyes at him. “No, I want you to admit I’d beat you.”

“Okay.” Dean shrugs, kissing your knuckles before turning back to the TV. “You’d beat me. You’d kick my ass, Sammy would have to drive me to the hospital, and- Oof-“

You’d climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and bracing your hands on his shoulders. Dean raises his brows with a half amused, half befuddled expression, and his hands fly to your hips in half a second.

He could push you off—easily, too—but he won’t. 

You really want him to. 

“I bet I could beat you.” You lean down until your noses are almost bumping. “In a fight.”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time,” Dean hums your name, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing small circles on the bare skin under your shirt. “What’re you doing?”

You shrug. “Trying to make you take me seriously.”

“I always take you seriously-“

“No. You don’t think I could beat you.”

For a man you know looks for any reason to jump your bones—you’ve seen him walk you back against a wall because the wind blew up your skirt, and he needs to check you’re okay—Dean is impressively confused about what’s happening. He just keeps looking at you in confusion, holding you firm enough by your hips you know he’s not going to take your bait and toss you around. You’re going to have to step it up. 

You love him. He’s adorable and sweet and trying really hard to be a good boyfriend, to the point that you feel sort of bad about what’s about to happen, but you’ll get over it. Call it vengeance for when he tried to prove he could change a tire faster than you could, and it was just an excuse to fuck you on the hood of the car. 

“C’mon.” You drag his hands off your hips, pinning them to the couch, and he doesn’t fight you at all. “I can win, Dean.”

“Yeah, you could-“

“Stop agreeing with me-“

He snorts, putting on a weak, mock show of trying to push out of your grip, but mostly just flexing his arms and making the heat in your core spark. “Look, sweetheart, you’re stronger-“

“I didn’t say I was stronger,” you grind down onto him, disguising it as a just a shift of your body, and Dean’s jaw twitches slightly. “I said I could beat you.”

You grind again, and he lets out a long, slow breath. 

Progress.

“You want the truth, baby?” He gives you a pointed look, still not struggling against you, and you nod. 

“I could-“

“No, you couldn’t.” Dean shrugs, and to sort of obviously prove his point, pushes just one hand out of your hold to wrap around your waist. “Not ‘cause I don’t think you’re strong, or smart, or sexy as fuck when you kick ass. But I would beat you. I’ve beaten Sam, and he’s a fuckin’ Sasquatch. It’s my freakin’ job-“

“It’s my job, too-“

“It’s your job when we’re real short on hands.” Dean eyes narrow, and that was the right button. He doesn’t like the maybe you should hunt more conversation. “And we’re not.”

You raise your brows. “So I couldn’t beat you because I don’t hunt?”

“Yes- No-“ He sighs, hauling you a little further up his chest. “You just couldn’t beat me, baby, I promise-“

“Prove it.”

Dean frowns at you. “What?”

“If you think I can’t beat you.” You grab his arm around you—he lets you move it again, but that’s fine, you don’t actually care about winning—and pin it back down. “Then prove it.”

“I’m not gonna fight you, sweetheart-“

You shrug. “Then I win. And if I can beat Dean Winchester in a fight, maybe I should hunt more-“

That does it. Your words turn into a yelp as Dean flips you over like it’s nothing, pinning your hands over your head and pressing his hips down to keep you pinned to the couch. You have to take a quick breath to stop from caving right away, but you can see his muscles rippling through his shirt and his eyes shamelessly scanning your form below him, and he’s half-hard already and pressed right into your thigh-

“I don’t know what goin’ on with you.” His voice is a half growl, and the sound almost vibrates through your body. “But I can beat you, babygirl. And you fuckin’ hate hunting-“

“Maybe I just miss you when you’re gone,” you challenge, hooking your leg around him and flipping him back over with a grunt. “You always leave me, De, and I get lonely-“

He snorts, standing up with you almost thrown over his should. “I call you every day, smartass, and I never hear you complaining when you cum from just me talkin’ to you.”

“Not the- fuck-“ You’re trying to squirm away as he walks through the halls of the bunker—the movie long forgotten—but it’s not working in your favor. “It’s not the same-“

“Then you can come on a few hunts and stay in the hotel.”

He needs to stop being so rational and sweet. “No, I want to hunt-“

“No, you don’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I want, Dean-“

You squeak as he drops you onto the mattress, standing over you with a glower. 

“You don’t want to hunt,” he grunts your name, grabbing your face between his hands with an adoring, vaguely annoyed expression. “You hate it, you always get mad about blood on your clothing- Hell, you get pissed about blood on my clothing-“

“I’m over it.” You lie quickly, and throw all your weight into pulling Dean down. He lands on the mattress with a grunt, and you crawl back on top of him with a grin. “I can beat you, Dean. You haven’t proven I can’t.”

He shakes his head. “I told you I’m not fighting you, sweetheart-“

“Cause you’ll lose.”

“I-“ His eyes narrow on yours, right as you wiggle slightly, and you know that expression.

You won.

“If I beat you, you drop the hunting thing.”

You nod quickly, and don’t even get the chance to say deal before Dean’s moving. He flips your back over with practiced ease, and he probably could’ve won right there, but you’re determined to put on a mock show. So when his hand go to pin both of yours, you worm then against his chest and shove right into his gut. It catches him off guard, just enough for you to roll away and scramble up onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Dean grunts, and rises up on his knees before dropping onto his side, just enough to knock the wind slightly out of your chest, and pry you off his neck. You try to roll away, but he’s—somehow—faster, and catches you by the waist, hauling you right up into his lap and pinning your arms behind your back with one hand, the other grabbing your jaw to keep your gaze trapped on his. 

And you’ve lost. It was only a few seconds of fighting, but you lost dramatically. 

In Dean’s eyes, at least, you lost.

But you feel a little high, right now. Dean’s big and warm and all around you, touching you everywhere with his chest pressed right against your breasts and his legs wrapped around you to keep you pinned to him. There’s a building, almost mind-numbing ache for him between your thighs, and you can feel his muscles every time he shifts, and he barely out of breath but you’re a giggling, needy mess his arms, and-

You can see the exact moment it hits him. He blinks at you for a second, his grip tightening on your jaw just enough to pull out a tiny, soft moan, and his cock twitches against your leg.

“You’re fucking-“ He cuts himself off with a groan and shake of his head. “Son of a bitch, sweetheart, if you wanted to be fucked, you coulda told me.”

You shake your head, still beaming at him like an idiot. “Better when you mean it. I- I wanna feel you, Dean, please-“

“Please, what?” He hums, squeezing your jaw again, right as he thrusts up against your clothed cunt. “Please fuck you? Toss you around? Or should I make you wait, for giving me a damn heart attack about hunting?”

You flush, and shake your head. “I’m sorry, I just- You weren’t getting it and I- I wanted-“

“I know what you wanted.” Dean shrugs, grinning down at you. “You wanted me to touch you, didn’t you.”

You nod desperately, and he’s so close. His lips brushing over yours, his grip on you tight and perfect and god-

“You wanna touch me, babygirl?” His question is a low, teasing hum, his hips jerking up again to make sure you can feel how hard he is, and a high, needy moan escapes your lips. 

“Dean, please-“

He shakes his head, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Answer the question, sweetheart-“

“Yes- I do, I need it-“

“Yeah, you do.” He mutters, his hand on your jaw dragging down to rest lightly on your throat. “Lie down.”

You scramble back the second Dean lets go of you, settling into the pillows and giving him your prettiest, most hopeful doe-eyed look. He just chuckles, peeling his shirt and jeans at a painfully slow speed, and gives you a pointed expression. He doesn’t have to say it aloud to know what he’s asking. You know him well enough.

“Not those,” he grunts when you go for your panties, the rest of your clothing now discarded onto the floor. “Wanna rip them off you.”

You sigh, pouting up at him, and it hard not to get dizzy from his attention—standing at the edge of the bed, all strength and softness, stroking his cock to the sight of you below him—but you manage. “You always rip them off of me, Dean, I’m going to run out of underwear-“

“Good.” He mutters, starting to prowl over you with an almost feral grin, and you roll your eyes.

“Dean-“

“Don’t worry, baby.” He hums, and your protests about the panties die in your throat as he stops right over you, pressing his thick cock right on your lower lip. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

You hum, blinking hopefully up at him as you open your mouth, and he nods. Dean’s hand tangles in your hair as he slides into your mouth, and you moan shamelessly around him, making his hips jerk and his dick press right against the back of your throat. 

“Fuck,” Dean groans your name, and you suck on him, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock as he pulls slightly out. “You’re gonna choke, you can’t- Shit-“

It’s too easy to whine and run your tongue up his shaft, and he ruts into your mouth with a groan. 

“God- You’re-“ He glares down at you, and you return it with an innocent expression. “You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

You just blink at him sweetly, grabbing his thighs, and trying to guide him deeper into your mouth, and his brows raise, his voice suddenly a slight rasp.

“More, baby?” 

You hum, already grinding into the sheets from the feeling of him heavy in your mouth and the intensity of his gaze, and Dean groans. 

“You gotta stop me if it’s too much-“ You swallow around him, and his words turn into a loud moan that goes straight between your legs.

The leash Dean’s been keeping on his movements snaps, and your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure as he starts to fuck your mouth. You can feel his gaze as the lewd sounds of his balls slapping your chin and his cock sliding in and out of your lips fills the room. Your nails are digging into his thighs, and your breathing is heavy through your nose, but it feels so good.

There’s all the power of him over you, making you lightheaded and your pussy start to clench around nothing every time he groans your name. You can taste the salt of his precum on your tongue whenever you manage to flick it over the head of him, and when you whimper around him, he always pulls all the way out before slamming back it and groaning your name. 

He’s getting close. You can feel it in the growing sloppiness of his thrusts and the tightness of his grip on your hair. So you double your effort and start to suck him off best you can, but all you can really remember how to do is wiggle and moan-

Dean pulls aways with groan, and your eyes flutter open to see him looking down at you with borderline wonder, his arm braced on the headboard above you and his chest heaving.

“You’re too good at that.” He mutters, moving his hand from your hair to wipe a little bit of drool over your cheek. “Almost came in your mouth, sweetheart.”

You open your mouth again, sticking your tongue out, and he groans, leaning back with a shake of his head. 

“Need to fuck you,” he grunts, shifting so your caged below his arms, his brow pressed against yours. “I’m gonna make you cum ‘till you can’t walk, baby. That sound good?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, spreading your legs as wide as you can. “Good. Touch me, Dean, I- I need you-“

“I know you do.” Rough, warm fingers dance on your panties, teasing on your inner thigh for a second before ripping them away, and running over your pussy. “So fucking wet for me, babygirl, need it that bad?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes, please-“

Dean cuts you off with a long, sloppy kiss, and you gasp his name into his mouth, grinding onto the palm of his hand in chance of any relief.

“You wanna try and wrestle again?” He hums, rubbing his hand right over your clit. “Or you gonna let me take care of my girl.”

“Take care.” Your voice is barely a breath, but you might fly out of your mind if he doesn’t really, properly fuck you. “Dean, your cock, I need it-“

His hand moves away, but you don’t get a moment to complain before Dean’s shoving himself into you with one rough movement, and your back is arching off the bed.

“That’s right, baby.” His voice is a teasing coo, but you don’t really care. He’s earned it, and it feels so good, being filled up and split open with him all over you and kissing up your neck- “You’re so fuckin’ tight, son of a bitch-“

“Dean.” You gasp, and his mouth crashes back over yours, kissing you into the pillows until you’re limp in his arms, only fluttering desperately around his cock. “Move-“

He groans into your mouth, and your breath hitches in your throat as he slams into you. You wrap your arms around him tight enough to strangle him, just he doesn’t even flinch, just moaning your name and repeating the movement once more. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, then starts to fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. 

Sometimes, Dean likes to sit up and watch you come apart below him, or flip you over and fuck you into the mattress. But he knows what you need right now is to just keep feeling him, everywhere, and he’s perfect so that’s exactly what he gives you. Almost holding you off the mattress like it’s nothing, fucking into your pussy with a feverish pace, until your head is falling back with pleasure as he hits that deep, painfully needy spot deep inside you. 

His lips attach to your throat, biting and sucking small marks that make your mouth fall open in a silent scream, and your start to grind onto him. Trying to get your clit to rub on his abdomen, because you’re so fucking close-

Dean grabs your ankles, shifting your around below him without ever breaking pace, and only once you’re securely hanging off his body does his arm wrap around your waist and-

You spasm as his fingers find your clit and start to rub tight, firm circles, and you cum with a scream of his name. He just groans, fucking into you harder as you spasm around his cock, and you’re not coming down. Dean pushes your back down onto the mattress, slams his lips back over yours and angling your hips further up, and you stare up at him as he just keeps fucking you. Your orgasm crests into another one, and there’s a strange, new heat building in your core that’s hot and tight, and-

Dean slams hip hips at the right angle to almost bruise your g-spot, right as his fingers on your clit pinch, and your body goes loose as the coil snaps. Something wet is gushing out of you and running between your legs, and Dean’s jaw is clenched as he drops his brow to yours, his eyes fluttering as he tenses over you.

“Dean.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair. “Please. On me.”

He stares at you for barely a second before giving a tight nod, and sitting up on his knees. He pulls out with his hand braced on your hip, and it’s a beautiful sight. Dean beating his cock into his hand at the sight of you wrecked and fucked out, thick white cum shooting over your stomach and cunt as he cums with a moan of your name. 

He collapses over you with a grunt, and you hum happily, your fingers shooting into his hair. 

“That what you wanted, baby?” He hums into your ear, and you nod.

“Perfect. Thank you, my love.” 

He grunts as your kiss the side of his head, shifting down to bury his face between your breasts. 

“Love you too.” He grumbles, wrapping his around your body, and you beam up at the ceiling. “Even when you play dumb tricks.”

“I think you liked that trick.”

He shrugs. “Maybe. But next time, just freakin’ ask me to fuck you stupid.”

You hum. “Dean?”

He grunts, and you tug on his hair, forcing his gaze up to yours. 

“Can you fuck me stupid.”

His lips twitch and he grabs your hand, turning it to press a kiss to your palm. “Jesus, sweetheart-“

“Please?” You flutter your lashes at him, and he sighs. 

“Gimme ten. In the shower?”

You give him an amused look. “You just wanna cum on me again.”

“Yep.” He grins up at you. “You love it.”

“I do.” You mumble. “But you like it when I play dumb tricks.”

He rolls his eyes, but hauls your upright, standing with you cradled in his arms and a kiss to the side of your head. “Yeah, sweetheart. But I think I just like you.”

End Note: It's probably good for my productiveness that Dean isn't real. I'd never get anything done again.

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[rcmclachlan]

sentences sunday

I've been away for the last few days, but I was tagged by @buckevantommy and @adiprose on Wednesday, by @firehose118 and @apollabarnes on Friday (I wasn't ignoring y'all, I promise) and @chococara25 and @geddyqueer today.

Here's some more from my lawsuit arc alternate meeting AU in which Buck comes to the 217's aid during trivia night:

"So, why's the president of the Weird Insect Appreciation Society sitting alone at a bar on a Tuesday night?" the guy asks, a laugh tugging at his mouth. Buck stares at it, at the way his cheek dimples, and his eyes wander without permission over to the lines coming off the corner of the guy's left eye like sun rays. "You an entomologist or something? That's the right word for it, yeah? Like, a bug scientist."

"I—what? N-No, I'm not an entomologist," Buck says and ducks his head. He knows he's smiling like an idiot and this guy definitely does not need to see that. "I just. I don't know, man, bugs are cool."

The guy's grin softens a little, but the sun rays stay right where they are as he sketches a comical moue of reluctant agreement. "Bugs are cool—they're even cooler when they're not in my house. But hey, in all seriousness, thanks for the assist; none of us would've gotten that one. As a gesture of gratitude, allow me buy you a beer with my shiny new gift card."

With a grin, Buck taps his Coors Light pointedly.

The guy makes a face. "Let me rephrase: allow me to buy you a good beer with my gift card. Actually, if you're feeling brave, the whole crew's hoping you'll join us for a victory round of potato skins."

"Y-Yeah? You don't mind?" Buck wants to punch himself, because the guy might mind now that he can hear just how pathetic Buck sounds. "I mean, we're literal strangers."

The guy holds out a hand the size of a bear's paw to Buck and, smiling, says, "Tommy Kinard."

When Buck was a kid, he read somewhere that the sensation of butterflies in the stomach was part of the fight-or-flight response. It's blood being shunted away from the stomach and into the surrounding skeletal muscles, leaving the smooth muscle of the stomach twitching from the lack of blood flow. There was something about certain hormones being released too, but as he takes Tommy Kinard's hand he realizes he can't remember for the life of him what they are.

"Uh, Evan Buckley." His grip is firm and sure, but Tommy's is stronger, and Buck knows deep in his bones that Tommy's not putting on any kind of douchebaggy show of strength to try and win an unspoken Who's More Macho contest.

Just before Tommy releases Buck's hand, Buck's brain decides it's the perfect time to call up another fun physiology factoid: blushing for no reason is called idiopathic craniofacial erythema.

"So, now that you legally can't shout 'stranger danger!'—" Tommy pauses and politely waits for Buck to finish laughing "—you're more than welcome to join us. No pressure, honestly, but I can promise it'll be better than drinking alone. Safer, too, but that's mostly because we nailed Nico's feet to the floor."

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No pressure tags: @beanarie, @screamlet, @setmeatopthepyre, @alchemistc, @ambernotember, @liminalmemories21, @leashybebes, @station18908, @dharmaavocado, @newtkelly, and @devirnis (and I'm also re-tagging everyone who tagged me)

[33forthew1n]

ᰔᩚ through the years ᰔᩚ

🏎️❣️ carlos sainz x hülkenberg!daughter 🏎️❣️

SMAU

fluff

synopsis: carlos sainz and yn hülkenberg have been dating since her father and her boyfriend were teammates. here you can see their relationship progress from 2017 to 2025.

WARNINGS:

a/n: let's just pretend that nico is much older than he actually is, y'know fiction or whatever.

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2017

f1gossipofficial

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f1gossipofficial TRENDING #10, #9, & #7 ON TWITTER

TAGS: CARLOS x YN, YN HULKENBERG, CARLOS SAINZ

Yesterday, the F1 YouTube channel released an interview with Renault drivers, Carlos Sainz and Nico Hülkenberg. The topic at hand was ideal types and Carlos Sainz coincidentally described a woman very similar to Nico's own daughter, Yn Hülkenberg.

When asked what his ideal woman looked like he answered, "Blonde, tall, pretty, social butterfly."

Nico was then seen whispering something undetected by the mic that made Carlos blush and look away.

What do you guys think Nico told Carlos? Do you think Carlos was describing Yn?

tagged: @carlossainz55, @hulkhulkenberg, @shehulk

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f1fanformula yn and carlos would be such a hot couple 😭

↳ sainzswife definition of bi panic

maxlionlion how much y'all wanna bet they've never even met before 💀

freakmulaone he could be describing millions of women 😭 freaking delulu asses

↳ shehulkfan shhhh let us dream

carlosfangirl55 yuck he would never like THAT girl...

↳ kmaggridterror ur literally an anonymous page bruh stfu

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kymillman

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kymillman FAN SUBMISSION

Today a fan has sent in a photograph of Renault driver Carlos Sainz meeting teammate Nico's daughter, Yn Hülkenberg. They exchanged smiles and a hug.

Do you guys believe the rumors that Sainz has his eyes on Yn? Or are they all rubbish?

Comment below ⬇️

tagged: @carlossainz55, @shehulk

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grosjeanshaas wait he's cheesing hard af 😭😭 CUTE

carlossainzgirl paddock rumors suggest that carlos asked for her number...freaking cassanova 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️

shehulkdefender i have only known this couple for one day but if anything happens to them i will kill everyone in this room and the myself

sainzlover55 @shehulk carlos saved my grandmother from her burning building 😭 i owe him my life

↳ verstappendefender @shehulk carlos saved my cat from a boiling witch's cauldron

↳ sainzallaround @shehulk thanks for letting me borrow the lambo last weekend carlos

↳ dannyricstache @shehulk carlos saved me from a citywide flood last night 😭😭😭 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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2018

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 one year later, the love continues 🖤

tagged: @shehulk

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sainzwife might have to retire the user..

shehulk mi amor ❤️

↳ carlossainz55 mi vida 😆

hulkhulkhulk süßes Paar 😇 (cute couple)

↳ hulkpodium imagine ur daughter dating ur teammate 😀😀😀😀

↳ renaultlonso shhhh don't make it awkward 🙄

kmaggridterror she's so cute and...he's there too!

↳ moneysainz this would work if she was dating literally anyone besides carlos 😭😭 cmon now

↳ kmaggridterror God forbid i hype a girl up 🙁

renault cuties!

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2019

mclaren

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mclaren our representative WAG, Yn Hülkenberg 🧡

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shehulk maybe ill have a paddock bestie when norizz mans up and gets a girl 🙄🙄🙄🙄

↳ lando what she say fuck ME for?

carlossainz55 La mas bella 🧡🖤

↳ shehulk 😇

ynsainzfan from renault daughter to renault wag to mclaren wag 😭 girlie's gonna have repped every team by 2030

cs55girlie her and carlos are the cutest 😭

↳ shehulk4eva esp when they take pics w carlos' kid fans 😭😭😭 they are gonna be the cutest parents ever i swear

reyesvdec 😁🧡

↳ shehulk 🥹🥹 love u mama sainz

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2021

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari Happy 25th Birthday to our resident Paddock It Girl 🤩❤️ @shehulk

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ynsainzfan who DOESNT love yn? 😍😍

ferrarigirlies happy birthday to the head of the carlos sainz fanclub

shehulk tysm admin 🥹🥹🥹 (look at ur desk for a special surprise tmmrw!)

↳ shehulk4eva sweetest wag ever ☹️☹️

↳ scuderiaferrari love u girlie ❤️❤️❤️

carlossainz55 La cumpleañera mas especial del mundo 😍❤️ (the most special birthday girl in the world)

^❤️ by author

charles_leclerc Joyeux anniversaire, mon ami (happy birthday, my friend)

↳ shehulk merci cha 🙃

lando happy birthday stinky

↳ shehulk 🙄 thanks ig

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shehulk & carlossainz55

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shehulk & carlossainz55 forever and after that 🤍🖤

07.22.21- etched in our hearts for the rest of time

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lewishamilton Never seen a couple more in love than you two. You both deserve the world. Congratulations you two 🖤

↳ shehulk thank you so much, lewis 🥹

maxverstappen33 Congrats, mate.

^❤️ by author

lando nobody talk to me 😔 just lost the loml

↳ lando oh and congrats

↳ shehulk 🖕

reyesvdec Felicidades mis amores 🥰 Estoy tan orgullosa de ustedes dos (Congratulations, my loves. I am so proud of you both)

↳ carlossainz55 😘

shehulkfans now the real question is..will yn change her user?

↳ shehulk bffr my last name is much cooler than his 🙄🤍

↳ carlossainz55 not what you said last night, love 😏

↳ ynsainzgirlies need to waterboard my eyes asap

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2023

shehulk

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shehulk officially a mrs. 🖤🤍🖤

tagged: @carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Mi esposa 🥰😘😍 (my wife)

↳ shehulk Mein ehemann 🤤 (my husband)

lando i gor sor deunk last nite 😅😇🤣😂

↳ shehulk i tried to tap you out at drink 8 yet u insisted on outdrinking my dad 😅

hulkhulkhulk Aber immer noch ein Hülkenberg, oder? 🤣 (Still a Hülkenberg, though, huh?)

↳ shehulk Immer noch dein kleiner Vater 😆 (Still your little girl, dad)

↳ ynhulkhq only the hülkenbergs could make me cry in a comment section 😭😭

carlosonoros La mejor pareja del mundo 🥂 (the best couple in the world)

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2024

shehulk & carlossainz55

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carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Santiago Sainz Hülkenberg & Lucia Sainz Hülkenberg 👶🏻👶🏻❤️

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shehulk already Dad of the Year 🍼🖤

[inbabylontheywept]

Okay so I very unwisely got tumblr because of a girl and things with said girl are confusing af but basically being on tumblr doesn't affect that anymore. I was thinking about getting off of it but I found your posts and they alone are worth staying on for.

I can't figure out how to find other blogs to follow though.

I figure since you're the thing that I like about the site, I might also like the things you like, so i was wondering if I could ask you to share some blog recommendations?

Easiest recomendation is my older sister, @lizardho. Very similar childhood, very similar writing style, if you like my writing you'll love hers too. I consider this her finest piece at present. It's an easy rec. We are incredibly similar people.

If we're doing similar writing styles, me and @foldingfittedsheets often get mistaken for each other. No relation, but again, we do a lot of slice of life work. From all her works, this is my favorite story and this is my favorite comic.

For my standard writers pack, there is teaboot, prokopetz, and gallustromegalus, and derin. They tell a lot of anecdotes and they all have great styles. Gallus is probably my favorite but it's fierce competition and they all come highly recomended. Not tagging them because they have huuuuuuge followings and I don't want to pester them.

For people that I consider significantly underrated: There's @drenamigmo / @drenamigmofridgemagnets . Amazing storyteller. Small body of work publically available right now, but the two stories in this post are just achingly beautiful. They have an AO3 called "aterriblewriter" (I need to give them more shit for that, they are actually incredible) that I check kind of obsessively for new writing. They also write league fanfic, so if that's your thing, I'm jealous. I wish I loved league more just so I can enjoy more of their writing.

I really like @miseria-fortes-viros. She has two stories from Greek mythology that I consider the two finest uses of tumblr itself as a medium. You'll see it if you clickeither of these: This one is about Orpheus and Eurydice, this one is about Icarus. She tells anecdotes sometimes, and this one about a welding class she took is again, fantastic, but it's not her bread and butter, it's just a rare and unexpected treat. You also get to watch her slowly dissolve into madness as everyone with a bad literature take seems to go out of their way to die by her hand.

If you like my earlier fiction works, @spyglassrealms writes scifi that is frankly much better than mine. I followed him to learn about worldbuilding. I stayed for his worlds.

And for my final note: I am not normally a big anime guy, and I generally avoid the stuff. BUT. But. This piece by @hakeism is one of the most bafflingly moving stories I have ever read. One of my favorite cultural changes of the last decade has been a general shift away from irony back into sincerity, and Hakeism writes so incredibly sincerely about absolutely ridiculous things that it warms my heart. They take life seriously, even when it's stupid, because life is always stupid and yet it must be engaged with. The fact that it is stupid is no excuse for refusing to participate in the world. We must, in the words of Fraggle Rock and Ben Folds Five, do it anyway.

[sleepy-fiction]

at the same damn time🪂

the hanks x f!reader SMUT - 5.5 K

syn: the hanks get handsy when they're horny, and who are you to only pick one? why not fuck all five?

tags: orgy, cunnilingus, p n v, anal, voyeurism, marathon sex, barely beta read

an: this shit is fire

"Fuck," you moan.

What's the point of standing up when you've got heavy hands all over you. You're just outside the closet, groaning as Hank Number Three holds your hips, pressing his hard cock flush against your ass. Hank number One is to your left side, holding up your heavy face, trying to stay the level-headed one, despite the way his left hand slowly stroked his cock.

Hank number Four had hands all over your tits, he was the one who undressed you thus far, squeezing and playing with your nipples. Hank Number Five was right beside Four, his hand was on your right shoulder, staring you down with hazed-over, fucked out eyes. Second to Hank Number Three, he wanted to be inside you the most. You could see the devilish glare, the need to breed glimmering in his eyes.

And in the little gap between Three and One, stood Hank Number Two, staring at you with flushed cheeks, nervous hands, and concerned eyes.

"Aw, dude... So fucking rad," Three groaned out, loving your pretty chest.

"I don't think I can wait anymore," Five barked out, stepping forward, bumping Three's shoulder.

"G-guys, be easy with her. Tell us if you need us to stop, okay," Two's voice was meek, embarrassed, concerned, but lustful. He was nervous, holding back in the qualms of safety, but that look in his eyes was possessive. But still, he stayed controlled, and patient.

You nod, "Mm' okay, thank you Two. Now please l-lets just, get to bed."

"Princess has ordered," Three slyly cackles. It's him and One who help carry your jelly legs to the bed, where your hands and knees meet the plush bedding.

You stay still, still as everyone gets into place.

One sits in front of you, his gorgeously melaninated body glimmering with the smell of shea- and shining with the sight of his abs. To the right of him is Four, who is still wearing his shirt, but his pants have been long abandoned. "House homiee," Four chimes as he sits in front of you. Even when you look down, you see their very different cocks staring at you.

One's dark, skinny, and long dick that was clean and neatly shaved; then Four's massively thick, but mediumly sized tan cock, accompanied by a wild, thick, blonde happy trail. You were leaking, thighs drowning in your own slick. And when you looked up, you saw One's reassuring and encouraging glare, and Four's toothy, excited grin.

On the right side of you, the bed creaks, and you quickly turn your head to see Two, who flinches when you make eye contact with you. His eyes lower to his friend's cocks, and then to your breasts before falling back on you nervously. He's the only one fully dressed, not even with his fly undone. He is watching you, reading you, making sure you're okay still. But also with the hunger of a repressed teen. It made your pussy flutter.

A strong, sly voice boomed behind you, as you felt warm, large hands on your ass. "Look what we have here," a cock with a fat head slaps your pussy, forcing you to groan out. You glance behind you, and you see Three, biting his lips with a flush face. He mumbles, "Can I go first hot stuff? I'll rock your world if you let me..." he's sexy, the way he husks his voice, lowering a sexy gaze.

To the right of him is Five, whose eyebrows are pinched with restraint, his eyes lock onto where Three's cock meets your pussy. He's also fully naked along with Three, Four's gorgeously tan body glimmers like a Greek God's.

You nod, "Yes. G-Go ahead, Hankk."

Three smiles, it is a delighted one that breaks his playboy persona. His fat head dribbles precum all over your labia, slapping and teasing your hole. The whole room was holding their breath, each Hank breaking for the moment Three will penetrate you. And all you could stare at was the two cocks right next to you, your mouth watering on who you choose first.

Pressure hits your hole, and in one second, Three's pushing inside.

"Woooaah."

"Dude!"

"Fuck me..."

An entourage of whelps leave the Hanks, as you feel Three take his hands off you. Your wetness takes him in quick, leaving lewd squelching behind, as you warm up his already piping hot dick. The space where you meet felt so full, so hot, so delicious, especially with how fat his cockhead was.

You shout in ecstasy, "H-Hank!"

They all cry in unison, "Yes?"

You groan out, "F-fuck me!"

That's all it takes for Three to get into overdrive, "Oh yeah, baby!" He starts thrusting in at a quick and hard pace, slamming into your body, milking out every erotic sound your pussy could think of. Your hungry mouth picked its choice, as your hand grabs One's base.

"Ff-- One, o-on your knees," you manage out. Still, both One and Four get on their knees. With One directly in line with your mouth, and Four more to the side of One, holding his friend's shoulders in anticipation.

"Dudeee," Four bark in encouragement.

"M-Me, really? T-Thanks darling," One gulps.

It's all feedback, as your lust takes over. You sink onto One's cock, trying your best to love him with your mouth under Three's bullying thrusts. Your sucks are interrupted by your own fierce moans, your suction sloppy, but the look on One's face is priceless. He looks like he's gonna blow any minute now. Blow so early.

Your eyes flicker to Four, as you grab his thick cock with one hand. "Damn! Duuudee," Four holds his head. You're too fucked out to do anything with his cock, so Four tightens his hand around yours, then fucks into your hand for you. "Hehe, you're too cute, panda," Four giggles out like a fanboy.

In an out-of-character fashion, you hear Five growls out, "C'mon take that shit." His hand raises and cracks on your ass, forcing you to choke on One.

"Hank Number Five," The Hanks exclaim in shock.

"G-Guys! What the hell! Be careful with her," Two is stammering, and his voice is heavy, painful, and thick.

Truth be told, you almost forgot he was back there, cold, waiting, watching over you.

You grip Three's cock at Two's works, forcing the redhead to moan out. "Princess likes you, Two," Three chuckles.

Two gulps, "R-Really?"

Five husks out, "She just gripped Hank when you spoke."

"A-Ah, cause of me?" Two gasps.

You hear One groan out, "Fuck I might b-bloww!"

"We know," The Hanks chant in unison.

"Why don't I kick this baby into high gear," Three mumble.

One slips out of your mouth as if to stop his orgasm prematurely. You try to turn to take Four in, but Three starts hammering you. Your face hits One's hip, and your hands fly forward in support. You need something to cling to, to grip, as each heavy, intense thrust breaks your mind.

"C-C'mere--" you shout out, and both One and Four flop onto their knees. Four grabs you, scooting in close, resting your head on his shoulder, as your hands grip and claw at his shirt.

"You okay, compadre," One asks, peeking over Four's shoulder, his hand petting your head.

Four chimes in, "He's getting radical, dude!"

You nod excitedly, sweat sticking your hair to your head.

"My-- hot cakes! Look b-behind you," Three grunts out.

You gaze over your shoulder to see Three. Both of his hands are behind his mop of red-haired, and his eyes are potent with bewitching lust, as he performs his horribly good thrusts. "I can do it with no hands baby," Three laughs.

"Fuccck! Haank," You're losing your mind.

Quickly, his eyes shot behind his lashes. "Oh-- ff, I'm gonna cum," Three gargles out.

The Hanks shout in unison, "We know!"

With one last mighty thrust, Three sprays your walls, burying balls deep into you. If he didn't object, you'd have to worry about pregnancy. Either way, you're happy you can have the fantasy now with them without the repercussions.

Five, once again, too wild for his own good, cracks your ass again, "Drink it up... That's it..."

"Good g-girl... So good f'me," Three says as he slides out.

Five is greedily beginning to take your ass when you suddenly call out. "W-Wait, hold on guys."

They all pause, looking at you, waiting for your instruction.

You flip onto your back, your head hitting Four's chest.

"What is it, panda," Four chimes.

You spread your legs, it's seductive, the way everyone (almost everyone) can see Three's cum spill out of your ass. You turn to Two, who squeaks, his face hot red. "C'mere, Two... Come take me," you smile kindly.

Two gulps, but he doesn't hold back anymore. Three and Five climbs out of the way, making room for Two as he sits between your legs, leaning down to gratefully kiss you. Tongues were exchanged before he patted with a hearty smack.

Two's gone mad, he stammers, "T-Thank you I-- I just I... I'm gonna eat it!"

All the Hanks shout in unison, "Radical!"

Two gets on his hands and knees, he's fervent like a dog, grabbing your thighs and sucking all of Three's cum out of your body. The sound is strong, and his suction game is strong.

"Dude... No way," you head Three gasps. Your eyes flicker over to him, and he is standing next to the bed, on the left side of Two. When he catches you staring, he throws a wink and a cute smile your way.

You giggle between a moan, as you glance over to Five. He's staring still at your pussy, as if entranced by your ass. His cock is a bright red, visibly throbbing, his cock was so hard that his head curved to kiss his stomach. Poor thing. You almost felt bad for him.

One brushes Hair out of your face with his hand, giving you a clear view of Two as you look down at him.

Two finishes sucking out every last drop, answer immediately gets started with a fat stripe. He licks and parts up your labia, determined to drink you up before you even fall, and then he takes your clit. The whole time you can hear how heavy his breath is, how he pants like a hungry dog. And once he latches onto your clit, there was no going back.

"Fu-- Ooh-- Mmn," you couldn't find anything to say as you threw your head back, ecstasy sparking from your clit and to your brain. You felt electric all over, bucking and squirming, drowning in Two's skillfulness.

"Gonnammff make youff, cum, dearestff," Two moans out. Your hands shoot and grab locks of his black hair, bucking, riding his mouth so disrespectfully. But with the way he was taking it, it fueled his ego.

"Dude.... I'm so hard," Four groans out above you. "We've never seen you so passionate, Two," he says.

"This is too hot, Hank," One mumbles out.

Three laughs, singing a song you haven't heard of, "I'm talking about inn it!"

"She looks so good," Five moans out, but you're not sure if he's talking about you or your pussy.

"I'm gonna- cum," Two shout against your labia.

The Hanks laugh at first, then in sync, they sing, "Wee know brochacho!!"

Two slide thick fingers into your wet pussy, thrusting along with every feisty tongue flick. It's enough to send you over the edge as you throw your head harshly back against Four, Your orgasm flushing over you hitting like a crate. Three and Five each grab your thighs, holding them apart so you don't crush Two in your essay. Two flips his head up from your pussy, his nose and chin wet with slick. He gasps excitedly, "You c-came first! Yess-- oh god," he isn't able to finish though, as he soaks his suit with his cum.

One pats your head, whispering sweetly so that only you could hear it, "You're doing so well... you're so pretty... so good... keep going... take us all." Fire erupts your loins. You'll take this challenge.

There is chatter around you, but you can barely focus on it. When you finally come to, you see the sight unfolding between your legs.

It's Five, getting between you with a dangerous look, as Two sits next to him, and Three keeps his position standing next to the bed. They are both scolding Five, Five drowns them out, just like you are. He narrows in close to you, looming over your body, slowing down time- speaking just to you. "I'm gonna breed you... I'm going to fuck you," he says as if no one else had already. "I'm gonna take my time, and no one else is gonna be able to touch you."

"Dude!"

"Five! What's going on with you!"

"No fair!"

The Hanks shout.

Five disregard them with a humored laugh. But he looks dead into your eyes again, laying his hand on your waist. "Will you let me, princess," Five doesn't break eye contact with you.

"Yess, as you wish, Hank," you moan out.

"That's my sweet girl," Five smiles. He is so pretty it enchants you. Five steals your lips, running an electric hand up and down your body. His kiss is passionate, and it's like now that he has you, he finally calms down. He parts your lips, wiping the string of saliva that connects you.

He grabs you by your waist, adjusting your, laying your head back against Four's shoulder, grabbing your hips, pushing his hips flush against you. Then, he grabs your legs, tossing them both together over his left shoulder. His left arm holds them together. You're folded like a sandwich between Four and Five, your eyes flicking to them both.

"Caaar-fulll," Two chimes, still crawling up close to see the magic happen. His hand is out, reaching for your leg.

"Don't touch, Two," Four mumbles. You glance at his face, as best as you can, watching the bright-eyed gleam in his eyes. He gulps as if he's watching something holy behold. And with the way the other Hanks are dead quiet, they feel the same. "I want Five to dom-min-nate," Four pops every word out in a sing-song chant. "It's gonna get wicked! I'm soo hard right now, panda." He rushes the last sentence out under his breath.

Your arm slides up, wrapping loosely around Four's neck and head for stability. "You'll get your turn soon, Four," you whisper under your breath, only for him to see. He groans happily in your ear.

Five steals your attention when his long cock, far longer than One's begins to kiss your hole. There's no resistance as it slips in, and adverse to Two's fingers or Three's fat head, he shoots deep and far within you, hitting you in your womb, his head far in your belly. Intact, his tip meets your cervix perfectly. Perfect, as his cock pops out of your tummy, leaving a sexy bump.

"No way!" Four shouts, and he practically mars your eardrum.

"I wanna see," Two whines as he picks over Five's shoulder. "Gnarly," he swallows thickly. When you look over, Three's walked over too, looming over Five's left shoulder with widened eyes.

Damn! Everyone was watching!

Five begins to thrust, hitting your cervix almost every time. You jerk at the foreign feeling as if there was a wall within u getting reached. Every thrust had the wall shaking, the softness of his head cushioned the impact, making waves of electricity spark out in your body. And Five wasn't playing fair either. He thrusts all the way in briskly but sold out deathly slow.

Your eyes rolled back every time he pulled his way out, playing with your stretched-out hymen, watching you light up when he plunged right in. Your pussy loved it, how it sang out, how everyone went quiet to watch and to hear you. He was so deep you could feel him in your tummy, moving everything around, causing butterflies to build.

And oh were you loud.

"Brooo Five- C'mon Five don't milk your turn. I'm leakin' over here," Four exclaims, grabbing his hair in anticipation.

"Yeah, man you're taking too long," Three steps in. Three reaches over, his fingers pinch Five's left nippled. Five gasps sharply, thrust jaggedly within you on accident. "Never said we couldn't touch you, amigo," he grins seductively.

Two rushes over, his fingers stealing, and teasing Five's right nipple.

"We know this makes you haywire," Two whispers.

They both twist and pull at him out of sync, one precise when the other's soft, one rubbing when the other pulls and flicks. Five's face gets hot, his grip on you weakening. "Sorry- gang," Five manages out from deep pants.

"Well? What are you waiting for," Four shouted enthusiastically.

"Pound that pussy," they all holler in unison.

"N-No way," you manage out.

They all dart eyes at you. "Want us to stop," they ask.

You shout, "Don't!"

With your okay, Five picks up tremendous speed, he's not as fast as Three, but he makes quick work of you. The main difference is how he finds your cervix every damn thrust, how he folds you forward a little, your thighs putting pressure all on your bladder. Your toes squeeze, you hold back the urge to squirt, and it's all way too hard with how the Hanks began to chant.

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum," They chant. It affects Five greatly, getting sloppy, his eyes are behind his head, and his chest twitching for more nipple play.

And in one strained mewl, "I'm cuuming," he slams against your cervix one final time, grinding down deep into your ass as he splatters straight into your womb. The sensation is heavenly, your legs shake, a shiver curling down your back.

"Nice homie! Wicked," The Hanks shout.

You're light-headed, even as the orgasm fades, even as your legs are laid back down. Two notices, crawling right over. "Wanna take a break? Eat some lunch, water--?"

"Yes-- please," you swallow thickly.

--

Lunch was over. And there was a standoff happening between Hank number One, and Hank number Four.

You were seated by the pillows on your bed, arms folded, legs crossed a stern and serious look on your face to heighten the occasion.

"I knew it would come to this, number Four," One puffs out his chest.

Both the boys are sitting crisscross on the bed in front of you, holding out their hands for the greatest challenge of all time.

Rock-Paper-Scissors.

In the back were the other Hanks, Five was sitting on your dresser next to the bed, shirtless. Meanwhile, Two and Three stood in the back, at the foot of your bed. They were stern, serious, ready.

"I'm totally gonna win bro," One chimes.

"Hehe yeah... I'm not good at this game," Four giggles. "But that's okay, I'm cool with waiting."

One is touched, his eyes growing teary, "Really bro?"

"Of course dude!"

"I would feel the same if I lost man. I j-just-- I love you guys," One gasps.

"We love you too," you all shout back at him.

"Now! Let the games begin, boys," You command.

One immediately narrows his eyes, readying up his power fists. Four gulps, biting his lips nervously. "Bro-- I-- I think I might pick rock-- I'm gonna pick rock," Four shouts prematurely.

"Dude! I don't think you're supposed to say that," One creaks nervously.

"Oh-- shit! Uhh uh," Four stammers.

One says, "Let's just start okay? Rock-Paper-"

"Scissors-- Sh--"

Time seems to slow down for one, as he stares at the hands laid out. Four was not going to pick rock, he announced it already. So. That only left Paper or scissors. Four must be going for paper!

With his decision made, "Shoot!" One slams down Scissors.

"Ooohhh," The Hanks shout.

He opens his eyes to find.

Hank number Four had chosen.

Rock.

One grabs chunks of his locs, "What!"

"I panicked I got nervous," Four grabs his mop of curly blond hair.

Three laughs, gripping One's shoulders, "You lost bro!"

Five giggles from the dresser, slapping his thigh comically.

"Eeh it's alright One, The last is always the best," Two giggles.

Four suddenly gasps, you can see the gears turning in his head, "Oh wait-- I won? Haha! Panda, I won! Wait... Is this turn out okay with you cause... Cause... I've got this secret fetish and uh..."

You all shout, "Spill!"

"Well," Four pauses, turning to you at the head of the bed, crawling close. "Well, I uh... I've always wanted to do anal..." he shyly scratches the back of his head.

"Anal-?!"

"Bro you've never told us," Two gasps.

Five shakes his head, "Was this because of that dream we had a few months ago?"

"Hehe yeah. In the one where Three was doing anal with panda bear," Four shyly giggles.

"You guys had a dream like that," you swallow thickly.

Three laughs, "Yeah... It was good, baby."

You bite your lip, looking away in thought. You speak, "Well. I've never done anal before..."

"Don't worry, We'll put in the proper care and safety to ensure this will be a good experience for you," One beams.

Two nods, "Safety first!"

"Alright. Hankie... You're getting your wish," you smile.

"Shreddin'," Four beams.

-

You were so anxious, laying on your back, spread wide in the middle of the bed. You all had just finished prep, and the Hanks split off the bed to give you space. It was only Four, Two, and Three who stayed close, each trying to keep an eye on things. Four was naked, finally, his tan skin gorgeous under the evening light, his bouncy curls to die for. He had a condom over his thick, fat dick, and lube in his hand.

To the right of you, next to your head was Two, who gave you a proud thumbs up. "I'll be here if you get scared-- or if it hurts, just let me know," he smiles, his cute obsidian eyes stealing you away.

"You got this, sonr sweat it," Five calls to you.

"Thanks, guys," you swallow thickly.

Four looms over your body, flashing you that toothy smile. "I'm gonna be slow, panda-baby," he whispers. His lips pepper your cheek and forehead before he steals your lips. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it's you who adds spice as you slip your tongue in, licking up the gap in his teeth.

"Sshit, radical," he pulls out the kiss, his lips finding your sweet nipples.

You won't believe it.

You finished pleasuring three Hanks. Now, you're on your fourth.

The day is still young.

You've got one more left.

What's worst, you're still deathly horny.

These boys were corrupting you.

He plays with your breasts, flickering your nipples, sucking sweetly on them. Then part to do a trail of kisses down your tummy. He leans up, and his cock hits your fully prepped ass. You grab his hair, "Whooa--" Yanking him by his golden curls to your mouth.

He hums delightfully, kissing you sweetly as his head presses against your entrance. He slips in by little, the feeling is completely foreign. His thickness seems to pressure your vaginal walls, the wall between your vagina and ass is thin, thunder enough for the pressure to subtly stimulate your vagina. You gasp sharply.

Panick interrupts the room, "What is it homie," they holler.

Four stammers, "Need me to stop?"

You blink, "N--nouh... Its nothing... S-Safe word is uhh... Feather."

They chant, "Okay!"

Four seems so hesitant to continue, but you pull his lips back down to yours, reassuring him. He takes you nicely, pushing his fat, average-sized thickness deep into your body. Your ass sings out, squelching on mountains of lube. Once he was fully in, you could feel your vagina walls seem to kiss, laying flat against each other. The sensation is foreign, foreign enough to force a deep, thick moan out of you.

"'M thrust now, panda bear," Four mumbles.

You nod, and he starts a slow pace, enough for you to see what you're getting into without committing to it. Your head flies back, your grip on his shoulders growing deadly.

It didn't feel bad.

It felt so damn strange.

But it wasn't bad.

You needed more, more to tell if you liked it, you ran a hand down Four's chest, "M-more- hankie."

His face heats, a twitch flipping in him; he starts really thrusting in, and Hank number Four likes it hard. He fucked into you like he meant it, holding back, but the drool on his lips showed he wanted it rougher. Your holes clench one around his cock, the other around itself, and your legs wrap vice around his hips. From here, like this your pussy was getting stimulated, and you slowly began to let go of Four's shoulders, he leaned back upright, holding your hips, his face red hot, mouth agape, moans trailing out.

"Let me find-- it," Four groans. He slams into you, angling his head up words, it's sharp at first, it hurts but as he pulls out the pain melts into pleasure. Confusion struck your brain as he thrust in again, only this time, he struck your bladder, all the way from your ass.

Your back arches off the bed, your toes curling drool falling out the corners of your lips. "No-- Way! What's tha-- ooh fuck," you mewl.

"That's your g-spot, homie," Three laughs delightedly.

One gasp, "He's stimulating your g-spot from your ass."

"This is so hot," Five swallows thickly.

"G-Gnarly," Four moans out, his eyes squeezing tight, as he drops his head back slightly. His thrusts are precise, and relentless on your spot. Your vagina sparks, clit throbbing. This feeling is so nice but, it could be better-- maybe if... Maybe if one joined you.

No way, you're not ready for it.

Absent-minded lying, your fingers trail to your clit.

"I'm on it," Two and Three both shout and before you know it, the redhead and the raven that are on the palms, leaned over to lick your clit. Their heads bump, and it catches you off guard in a laugh that turns into a deep, moan.

"Hey! Me first," Three gulps.

"No way, I'm better at it," Two growls.

"Just take turns man," Five speaks.

Three winks at you, spreading your legs out wide, and burying his face where Four's abdomen hits your ass. His lips greedily flick and suck at your clit, the sensation of his beard hair drives you mad. You cry out, sparks shooting to your mind. You're going crazy. Two crawls up, his cute face beaming as he sucks on your tit, flickering and playing with your other nipple the way he handled Five.

"Homies I'm gonna cuuum," Four moans. He bites his lips intensely. "It -- suh'good... s'good!"

"We know," they cheerfully chant.

It was like the words, Three and Four locked in. Four slams into your spot roughly, turning into some sort of animal, setting off fireworks, while Three sucks at you like a wild man, not caring how Four's body slaps his cheek for every thrust.

You couldn't control yourself, you squirted out. It was addictive, you were going crazy. Your pussy was leaking all over, your orgasm coming sharp.

"Wa-- Wait-- Three- I don't wanna cum yet," you slobber. You had to save your energy for One.

Three pulls back, biting his lips, "Oh? You like that hot stuf--"

Four shouts, "Gonna blow!" He pulls all the way out, jerking his cock above you, aiming hot shots right onto your belly. "Rrr--uhh radicall," he grunts out erotically.

You gasped and groaned out, holding your head, confusion and excitement in your brain. There's this buzz as all the Hanks rush over to the bed, ogling you. It's all toned out for a moment in your ecstasy, but when you come too a second later, Three is licking the cum off your stomach.

"How was it," they all ask. Four grab locks of his blonde curls in anticipation.

"I-- I think we need to try it again but," you're too shy to put up the words, so you raise two fingers and then join them by a third.

Three gasps out, "Double stuffed!"

Four cries out as if he's lost his mind. He barks, "O-ray-o Cookies with Extra Thick Filling!"

One chimes in, "A sandwich, amigo!"

Two shakes his head, "Nono- you're still an amateur you're not ready yet!"

Three grins, biting his lip. "I'd be happy to be your third, hot stuff. If you want me," he spoke.

"Some other time," you swallow thickly, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

"Came out a change woman, princess," Five leans over and kisses your forehead. "I'm proud of you for doing this with us..."

Your eyebrows pinch in annoyance, "You talk like it's over. I still need one more," you bite your lips, seductively pushing yourself up onto your elbows. You part your legs out wide for all the Hanks to see, your body's all stretched out all over, and they bite their lips. You're erotic.

"C'mere baby," you wink.

"Ooooohhhh," the room erupts with whoops.

You extend a sexy finger forward pointing straight at one. You're sure if he could, he'd be blushing right now. He gulps. You curve your finger, beckoning him over.

"Y-Yes ma'am," he gulps.

The Hanks cheer, "The Final Hank!"

Three bites his lips, "The first shall be last and the last shall be first!"

Four's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "Wait... But... That's not how it happened though..."

"It's a saying," Two chuckles.

"Brodies, he's walking over," Five squeaks in excitement.

One crawls over to you, his face is shy and nervous, but he can't help but have a charming smile. Your arms slip around his shoulders, and he picks you up into his lap. His skin is so warm, warm as he embraces you, as he slots your hips into his, closing the space, his cock against your swollen clit. He murmurs, "You're always so pretty."

"Thanks, Hank," you lean in for a kiss, and it smacks heartedly.

"I don't want too much from you... If it's okay, I just wanna do this," he leans back a little, and you follow his lead, as he pours lube over his cock, then pulls you so your clit is back flush against his cock. You bite your lip, straddling him on each side, preparing to ride. "Wanna make you cum," One whispers.

His warm hands lovingly slide up your waist and hips, as you begin to grind and slide up against him, your clit throbbing, rubbing it against his hot, skinny dick. His hands grip your ass, squeezing it tight. He was so kind, not wanting to penetrate you, but instead gazing deep into your eyes, grinding into you as you slid up and down him.

You can't look away the moment is too sweet.

You've somehow fallen deeper in love with the Hanks, all of them. All of their subtle differences in personalities, the way they fuck, the way they are. Their union, their brotherhood.

You take One's lips, hands sliding up in his hair, adoring the way he cages you safe in his strong arms.

You feel the bed shift behind you, and your hands slide up and down your back. There are lips against your ear, "Thanks, thanks a lot for this," Number Two mutters. He starts to pepper kisses on your back and neck, briefly, gently, and playfully nipping your neck.

"I love you, Hanks," you sigh.

"We love you too," they cheer sweetly. They take the words as their welcoming to all come close. Five reaches over to pet your head, flashing that cute, gentle smile your way. The weight on the bed shifts on your right, and there is Three, flashing you a seductive wink as he lies on his side, watching the action unfold. And just beside him with Four, who shared a puppy dog look.

Your eyebrows pinch, putting against One's cock was getting to you.

"Gonna cum, hot stuff," Three asks.

You nod sharply, burying your head into One's neck. He whispers in your ear, "Go ahead, cum, honeypie." One's voice is smooth. You take his advice, bucking and putting into his sweet cock, toes clenching before a soft, slow orgasm washes over you.

Your body relaxes completely in One's hold, as Two rubs careful hands up your body. Three speaks, "Brought you water and a cleanup towel, sweetie."

Four speaks, "Yeah, we'll take care of you for the rest of the day. You focus on recovery, homie!"

Five, who still pets your head lovingly, asks, "Want that water now, princess?"

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The aftercare is sweet. All hands were on you, along with sweet praises and excited, accomplished laughter. The evening was winding late, and the six of you tuned in for bed, knowing soon, the dateviator charge would run out. Only more motivation to work hard and realize them soon.

The hanks and you were cuddled up for bed, with two behind you, spooning you. And five laying on his back next to you, your arms wrapped around one of his, as you mindly rubbed your face against him. One and Three were engrossed in convo at the end of the bed, and Four found laying in between your legs most comfortable.

And with droopy eyes, you looked at them all, savoring their image before you were forced to fall into a deep sleep.

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"Psst- Hey Roomie... Let's go again soon!"

[sturniphone]

── ⌗ older!matt . . . bunny!reader

❛ matt shaves his beard off, disappointing bunny ❜

Matt steps out of the bathroom, still patting his face with a towel, water droplets clinging to his collarbone. He smells like sandalwood and steam. His hair is damp, a little tousled from his shower, and his glasses are slipping down his nose, but it's his jaw that makes you freeze.

You blink up at him from your spot on the bed, surrounded by your plushies and the soft glow of your nightlight. A pink bunny blanket is pulled up to your chest, your favourite Pompompurin plush nestled beside you. The room smells faintly of strawberry lotion and dryer sheets, and everything should feel calm, but your bottom lip wobbles.

❝Y-you shaved,❞ you whisper, eyes already glistening. Matt falters in the doorway. ❝Bunny? What’s wrong?❞ You burst into tears. Real, heart-wrenching, bunny-style tears. You bury your face in your sleeve, shoulders shaking as you sob, ❝I loved your beard.❞ He crosses the room in a few long strides, crouching down in front of you with wide eyes. ❝Oh, baby… I didn’t think it’d make you this sad. I—I had to. Big meeting with the board tomorrow. They asked everyone to look clean-cut.❞

You sniffle, eyes watery as you peek at him. The stubble is still there. It’s not completely bare. But it’s not the full, soft beard you used to nuzzle into every night. You think about how it used to scratch your cheeks when he kissed you, the way you’d idly brush your fingers through it while curled up in his lap. ❝I thought it was so sexy,❞ you mumble, voice trembling. ❝It made you look like a hot lumberjack.❞

Matt huffs a soft laugh and leans up to kiss your forehead, his hand cupping the back of your neck. ❝You think I don’t still look sexy with this sharp jawline out in the open?❞ he teases gently, nudging your nose with his. ❝It’s just stubble, bunny. It’ll grow back in no time.❞ You still look pouty, a fat tear sliding down your cheek. He wipes it away with his thumb, his touch featherlight and patient.

❝I’ll grow it back for you right after this stupid meeting. Swear on my life. But for tonight… can I cuddle you with my new sharp face?❞ You pause. Eye him suspiciously. Your lashes are damp, and you sniff quietly. Then: ❝You do look kind of like a hot villain now.❞ Matt grins, dimples peeking through. ❝That’s my girl.❞

He climbs into bed beside you, sliding under the bunny blanket and pulling you onto his lap. You immediately bury your face in his neck, hands curling into his T-shirt. His skin is still warm from the shower. ❝Still love you, even if you betrayed me and your beard,❞ you mumble, words muffled into his collarbone.

He kisses your cheek, then your temple, then the tip of your nose. ❝Love you too, beard defender.❞ You curl into his chest, the soft hum of your bunny nightlight filling the silence as your breathing slows. His arms are secure around you, one hand petting your hair, the other gently resting on your back. Matt sighs, smiling into your crown. ❝Can’t believe I made my girl cry over facial hair. You win. No more beard decisions without bunny approval.❞

You don’t answer—already halfway to sleep in his arms. And even without the beard, he still smells like home.

⋆˚꩜｡ lola talks . . . the stubble is so much more sexy guys. requested here !!

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[angel06babysworld]

CHILDHOOD!RAFE’S KINKS/TURN ON’S AND TURN OFF’S

turn on’s/kinks

➤ Her Wearing His Old Clothes

it’s more than hot—it’s nostalgic. she’ll walk around in one of his old t-shirts or hoodies, sleeves too long, collar stretched, and he’ll remember exactly when he gave it to her. he sees the years in the fabric, and it makes him feral. it’s like she’s wearing their history.

➤ Claiming What’s Always Been His

he waited. years. silently loving her while she dated other guys, called him her best friend, asked for advice about boys that weren’t him. now that she’s his, he’s not quiet about it. he wants to leave marks. wants to hear her say “i was always yours.”

➤ Bratty, But Just With Him

she’s sweet with everyone else—but gives him lip. rolls her eyes. tests him. and he lives for it. because it means she trusts him enough to push. and he’s been dying to push back. she gives him attitude, he gives her a reason to drop it.

➤ Innocent Touch That Isn’t Innocent

she touches him like she always has—hands in his hair, feet in his lap, fingers brushing his when they pass each other a drink. but now, it feels different. it’s not innocent anymore. and when she does it without realizing it? he loses it.

➤ “You’re the Only One” Confessions

he needs to hear it. that no one’s ever kissed her like he does. that no one’s ever made her feel like this. not just physically—but safe. full. his. he doesn’t want to be her first—he wants to be her last.

➤ Soft Mornings in His Bed

sunlight in her hair, her face on his chest, his name whispered like a secret—he never imagined anything could make him feel more grounded than that. she’s always been home. now she’s in his bed, too.

turn off’s

➤ Using “No” to Tease or Test Him

he takes consent seriously. if she ever says “no” or “stop” even as a game, it kills the moment. he shuts everything down. she’s the only one he trusts enough to go soft for—he needs to know her boundaries are real, not bait.

➤ Comparing Him to Her Exes

he waited his whole life to have her. he’s not interested in competing with ghosts. whether she means it as a joke or not, any mention of “better than him” or “you never used to—” makes his blood run cold. he’s not them. he never will be.

➤ Shutting Down Emotionally

if she goes cold, gives him the silent treatment, or acts like she doesn’t care when she clearly does—it tears him apart. he’s known her since they were kids, and he can read her like a book. pretending she’s fine doesn’t work on him. it just makes him panic.

➤ Flirting with Other Guys to Get a Reaction

she doesn’t need to. not with him. he’s been hers since they were teenagers. so when she flirts with someone else—whether to make him jealous or because she’s mad—it feels like betrayal. not hot. not cute. just painful.

➤ Acting Like “Best Friend” Is Still All He Is

he spent years hearing her introduce him as “just my best friend.” and it used to be enough—but not anymore. if she jokes about “remember when we were just friends?” or calls him that in bed? it kills the moment. he’s hers now. and he needs her to say it like she means it.

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove @sc04 @matthewswifeyy @meetmeintheemeraldpool @icversvoid @honeyinthesummer @dolli333 @lolabunnyworldss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @rafessbaby

[firelilyfox]

Safe and Sound

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Summary: Bucky uses his skills to save you from a shooting and you end up in his arms, covered in blood. Wordcount: 1.3k Warnings: violence (guns). blood. hurt/comfort. crying. Bucky caring for you.

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„This is my third cup of coffee and I feel like a squirrel on speed.“ 

Your hand was shaking while holding some papers your brother had given to you earlier that day. Today was a important meeting with the other congressmen and somehow you ended up being the personal assistant to your older brother. 

„Why are you still drinking more? Are you mad woman?“ The guy behind the reception looked at you with a incredulous smile on his face. His hair was almost completely grey and he was wearing big, round glasses on his nose, that made him look like a grandpa straight out of a kids novel. 

„I had no choice! My brother called me in the middle of the night because of this stupid meeting going on in there“ You pointed at the huge wooden doors behind your back. „And somehow I’m being used as a side table for his contracts.“ 

The grandpa-looking man smiled. „A very lovely side table, Miss.“ 

„Very kind of you, Lance.“ You said after reading his name off his name tag sewn onto his chest. 

The doors got pushed open and hell breaks loose. Suddenly a group of four men were surrounded by interviewers and cameras, throwing questions and microphones at their faces. 

You couldn’t see your brother … but someone caught your eye. 

A tall man with broad shoulders and a stoic expression. He looked so fed up with these people and at the same time you couldn’t ignore how … fine he was. The suit fit his frame perfectly and his dark hair was loosely combed out of his face. You stood up a little taller and find yourself straighten your back out of reflex. 

His eyes met yours. He was easily one head taller than most of the reporters, so he could see over their heads in your direction without a problem. It took you two seconds to recognize his face. 

That’s Congressman Barnes. You’ve seen him on the news and couldn’t oversee how unimaginably overwhelmed he looked on most of the live interviews. 

A smile crept onto your lips as you remembered and he saw it. 

„There you are! God, these people are like freaking coyotes. Always in the front line to get some dead meat.“ 

You frowned at you brother, that appeared on your side. „You’re disgusting.“ 

„I know sis. And you’re gonna have a heart attack if you keep drinking that shit.“ He took the coffeecup out of your hand and gave it to Lance. „If I ever take her with me again, give her a decaf coffee. 

You opened your mouth to protest, but it snapped closed again when your brother grabbed and pulled you towards the group of paparazzi, that were about to leave. Towards Congress Barnes. 

„I want to introduce you to my pal, Barnes.“ Your brother pat his pal on the shoulder and introduced you to him. „This is my little sister. She came to support me today.“ 

You looked up to him with a shy smile. „Good evening, Congressman.“ 

For a moment he said nothing and just analyzed your face. You swallowed nervously. Then he smiled. „You can call me Bucky.“ 

He reached out his hand for a proper introduction, when something explodes right beside you. It all happened way to fast. You heard bullets being fired and the empty ammunition casings falling to the ground. Screams cut through the air and the smell of burned flesh dominated your nose. 

Your brother pushed you forwards and you slammed into something hard. Bucky wrapped his arms around you like a shield, protecting your body from the impact of the explosion and the shooting. Your head hit the ground, hard. Within a heartbeat you were pressed between the floor and Bucky. You could feel his heavy breathing on the side of your neck and how his whole body was tense above you. 

With every gunshot you flinched and squeezed your eyes shut even more. Your hands clawed into the layers of his suit, while you buried your face against his heving chest. 

„I got you.“ His voice was low but steady in your ear. You hadn’t noticed that the gunshots stopped. All you heard was the blood rushing and the loud pounding of your heart. 

And then … the world around you went dark. 

Somehow you could feel how your body was lifted up and through your closed eyes you detect flickering lights. A door was being closed with a soft bang, which made you flinch again. 

„You’re save now. Don’t worry.“ 

You recognized this voice. It was Bucky. He carried you in his arms, carefully but safely. One side of your face was still buried against his chest, when he entered a bathroom with you in his arms. 

A bathroom? 

„Where are we?“ You mumbled with a weak voice. 

„We are in a hotel room. The police had us escorted here and ordered us to stay put.“ Bucky lowered you to lean against the bathtub. The cold marmor pressed against your back, grounded you. 

You blink against the bright light. „Where is my brother?“ 

He hesitated. Stiffens and avoided your gaze. Your pulse went through the roof. „Is he … is he dead?“ The words came out like the wheezing of a beaten dog. 

„No. But he got shot. He is in the hospital now.“ 

Bucky stood up and turned the water in the sink on. You watched him grabbing a towel and drenched it. His suit looked weird. Mostly because he got rid of the jacket. And the white shirt was sprinkled with dust and dirt. 

No. Not dirt. Blood. 

„You’re hurt!“ You called out loud, trying to get up from the floor. But your legs were still a little numb. You caught yourself at the sink, looking up at Bucky, searching for injuries. 

A shadow crossed his face. „It’s not my blood.“ He handed you the wet towel.  „If I ask you to not look in the mirror … would you trust me?“ 

You frowned. What a weird question. Why shouldn’t you look in the mirror when … 

Then you began to understand. If there was blood on him, then there must be blood on you too. So you nodded silently. 

Bucky raised the towel and pressed it gently on your cheeks. With steady movements to scrub the bloody traces off your skin. Keeping your eyes closed, so he wouldn’t see the horror in them. 

Your brother just got shot and you had his blood all over you. He didn’t even scream. He just shoved you out of the way. To save you. 

„Will he be alright?“ Your throat felt tight and raspy. 

Bucky continued to carefully clean your face. „All I know is that he got hit by a bullet in the side. The paramedics took him to a nearby hospital and I’ve send security to follow them.“ He sighted. „They will call me, when there is new information.“ 

You sniffled, unable to hold the tears back for any longer. They mixed with the blood while running down your cheeks. Bucky wiped them away too. When you opened your eyes, all you could see was a calm and welcoming blue in his. 

„What am I gonna do?“ Your voice was small. 

He put the towel aside and brushed your hair out of your face. His touch felt reassuring. Safe and steady. You caught yourself leaning into his, searching for comfort. 

„For now … just keep breathing. That’s all you need to do at the moment.“ 

His soft spoken words were the last drop to overflow your mind. You collapsed against his chest crying. Fingers clawing into his shirt, and you hid your face in it. Bucky didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, to give you the much needed support. When your legs gave in, he held you up with ease. 

Maybe the next morning you’ll regret sobbing in the arms of a near stranger, but for tonight you let yourself fall apart. 

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Thank you for reading! 💙 All interactions are highly appreciated (but please don’t copy my work)

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

[fligniuz]

Headcanon request: cuddling with clingy clingy clingy Luigi

clingy/velcro boyfriend luigi headcanons

warnings : sfw, very fluffy, decided to combine these asks since they were similar ^_^ i hope you both don’t mind!

tag list : @mangionebabymama , @mangobabygirl , @jenisaswift13 , @mangionesdaisy , @iinfinitelimits , @daydreamingwithluigi , @mrs-cactus69 , @straw8berry , @bean-is-reading , @luigis-wetdream , @difensore-del-popolo , @contrarianshitstan , @lilbadblueeee , @hiscalliope , @luiluvr , @mangionesdoll (comment to be added!)

☁︎ˎˊ˗ sends good morning + goodnight texts every day without fail

☁︎ˎˊ˗ likes to lay on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat, or he’ll rest his head between your thighs and lean back on your stomach

☁︎ˎˊ˗ has dumb nicknames for you… “my cinnamon apple”, shnookums, hot lips, babycakes. the list goes on and it will never stop because he is literally always thinking of new ones to tease you with

☁︎ˎˊ˗ random hug ambushes

☁︎ˎˊ˗ will pretty much ALWAYS fall asleep when you’re cuddling. it’s just second nature for him. he’s never felt more warm and at ease than he does in your arms

☁︎ˎˊ˗ uses the “sorry my partner said i can’t go” excuse even when you absolutely, without a doubt, undeniably said he can and totally should go. he just wants to be around YOU all the time!!!

☁︎ˎˊ˗ ^ his friends know full well that he is the obsessed one btw

☁︎ˎˊ˗ you guys might live together…but i know for SURE luigi will invest in those synced bracelets that long distance couples get, just so he can tell you that he loves you when he’s away <3 he’d want one of the bond touch ones because it’s sleek and looks similar to his fitbit

☁︎ˎˊ˗ hand kisses!!! cheek kisses!!! eskimo kisses!!! lots and lots and lots of kisses💚💚

☁︎ˎˊ˗ follows you around like a lost puppy. it’s the most pathetic (adorable) when you’re in a store together😭just stands behind you in sephora with his hands clasped in front of him that way he always does, looking around awkwardly while you swatch lipsticks on your hand

☁︎ˎˊ˗ cherishes the sound of his name in your mouth

☁︎ˎˊ˗ ^ also: melts when called baby or honey :3

☁︎ˎˊ˗ will find absolutely any way to bring you up in conversation, constantly wants to show people pictures of you, gets jittery and eager when people ask questions about your relationship

☁︎ˎˊ˗ prefers to be the big spoon, but really loves it when he gets to be the little spoon!! he likes how safe he feels with your arms hugging his chest and your face buried into his neck

☁︎ˎˊ˗ “where are you going? can i come with you?”

☁︎ˎˊ˗ god forbid you’re not holding this man’s hand in public for ONE second…he’s like a dog with separation anxiety. he tells you he feels lost without you. you tell him he’s a drama queen (he is)

☁︎ˎˊ˗ whines when you leave the bed to use the bathroom at night, and waits very very patiently for you to return

☁︎ˎˊ˗ ^ “i have to pee!” / “pee quickly🥺🙁”

☁︎ˎˊ˗ yaps a lot when you snuggle with him, just because he feels so comfortable and free to be himself when he’s with you!! he’ll tell you all about some new nerdy thing he’s doing or a video game he’s been playing recently, rubbing your back all the while

☁︎ˎˊ˗ ideal date consists of bed + you + some good food…he’s quite easy to please :-)

☁︎ˎˊ˗ has a scrunchie or some other little item of yours that he carries around for when he’s missing you (see why he needs the touch bracelet now???)

☁︎ˎˊ˗ likes having his face cradled

☁︎ˎˊ˗ if you want to make clingy luigi the happiest boy in the world, play with his hair <3 he will let nobody else but you do it. scratch his scalp and the nape of his neck, twirl his curls around your finger, pet his head—he’ll fall asleep, but not before murmuring about how much he loves you

^ divider by cafekitsune

[mirainwonderland]

Sometimes a girl just needs her hair washed…

Tags/synopsis: pure fluff, a little one-shot for when you just need someone to take care of you, hints at mental or physical struggles I tried to be non-specific so that you could {insert personal issues here} and omg what’s this Mira’s favorite snack reveal anyhoo, i hope you enjoy even tho it’s not proofread oops. It felt like wringing blood from a rock trying to write this but I’m gradually getting back in my groove I think. K pls like and comment I love hearing from you guys 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 muah k bai 🥰

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It was just one of those days.

It had been one of those weeks.

“I thought you were gonna wash your hair?”

You look up from your phone, glancing over your shoulder to where Leon leans in the doorway. The way a weight feels like it’s being laid on your shoulders just from a handful of words make you breathe a soft sigh.

“Yeah… I’m going.” You turn back to your phone and thumb a few more social media posts.

It was just one of those days where getting out of bed felt like climbing Mt. Everest.

Leon lingers in the doorway, watching you for a few more moments. He’d tracked all the signs, and knew you were headed downhill by Tuesday. And now, a rainy, late Saturday morning brought him no satisfaction in the justification of being right. It was just a rollercoaster he rode with you; one you were sure he would get off a long time ago.

But he hasn’t. He’s still here dealing with you and your issues like it doesn’t bother him. You almost feel like it should.

“Do you want some help?”

The offer makes you set down your phone and stare lethargically at the wall. The thought of getting out of bed and dragging your ass anywhere— even if it’s across the hall to the bathroom— feels bigger than you can handle.

“I know you have a hard time laying back on the edge of that tub.” He adds when you don’t answer right away. You puff out your lips in thought.

“Yeah, but then I have to get up.” You whine. His chest rumbles in that comforting way as he laughs. He crosses the floor, and the edge of the bed dips beneath his weight. A rough hand on your arm is gentle as it soothes the length between your shoulder and elbow. Your eyes flutter as his lips leave a kiss against your hair.

“You’ll feel better with clean hair.”

“I know,” you pout.

“Five minutes max. I’ll help you.” Another kiss against your temple. “C’mon.”

Another sigh, and you drag yourself and the ten ton boulder on your shoulders out of bed after Leon. The even floor to the bathroom feels like a fifty degree incline. You stand in the bathroom doorway like a clueless robot as Leon turns on the tub’s faucet and sets the water temperature.

“I don’t wanna do this.”

“It won’t take that long. C’mere.” He takes your arm and guides you over the tub. It’s awkward and uncomfortable to lay back over the side. He kneels on either side of you and slides a hand under your neck to support it. The feeling of his warm torso brushing yours and his fingers massaging in your hair as he runs the warm water through it makes some of that mental muscle ache relieve.

“Ow.” You whimper as the edge of the tub jabs into your back.

“I know.” Leon soothes in that evenly deep voice of his as his fingers rake through your roots. He’s careful not to get the water in your face or ears. Each brush of his fingers feels like a little bandaid on the endless list of problems you consistently feel dwarfed by.

Maybe a girl just needs her boyfriend to wash her hair every once in awhile.

He shuts off the water to grab your favorite shampoo, the one that smells like lilacs. You watch his face as he massages it in, a focused look carved into the features.

“Feel good?” He doesn’t take his eyes off your hair when he senses you watching him.

“Mhm.” You’re quiet. He doesn’t like when you’re quiet, but at the same time he’s glad that you feel comfortable enough around him to not feel the need to always have to put on a show. He glances down at you just long enough to flash you a rare, subtle smile.

He’s so handsome… and warm. You hook your hands around the back of his elbows to help support yourself. But you also feel the need to just have him close. It’s reassuring for no particularly explainable reason. Your eyes close once more as the warm water flushes the soap from your hair and down the drain.

His fingers tug on your strands as he applies your conditioner. There’s a pressure in your chest that’s making it hard to breathe normal, and you can’t decide if that’s good or bad. Your breath hitches noticeably in your lungs, and you feel the vibration in his chest as he murmurs to you,

“Almost done, baby.” It’s reassuring and calm, telling you that you can hold on a minute longer because there’s an end in sight.

One more rinse, and he’s wrapping the towel around your head and lifting you off the tub like you weight nothing. You grab onto him on the way up.

A sound akin to a sob leaves your windpipe as air floods your lungs. He squeezes your hair dry with the towel. You feel the warm brush of his lips against your forehead as he takes it away and hangs it on the rack.

“Good job, sweetheart. Proud of you.”

His hands are gentle, patient as they blow-dry your hair. They’re just as gentle when they pick you up and carry you out into the living room. It may not be as productive to sit in front of the TV, but he doesn’t give a shit. Anything’s better than you holed up in your room all day.

Favorite fuzzy blanket? Draped over your lap. Emotional support pillow? Tucked up against you. Forehead kiss? Right where it’s supposed to be against your temple.

You grab the edge of his t-shirt, reluctant to just sit and watch him pull away.

“What’s up?” His fingers card through your clean strands, tips rubbing the scalp soothingly.

“Don’t go away,” you mumble.

“I don’t have to go away.” His fingers gently work out a knot or two from the hairdryer. “You want me to cut you a peach?”

“Yeah.” Attention grabbed, your eyes bounce up to meet his.

“Okay, I’ll go cut you a peach. But you have to let go of me, okay?”

You look down where your hand is clutching his shirt, and you reluctantly peel your fingers off. His hand pats your head, gently smoothing back your hairline.

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” He leaves an extra kiss on your forehead to soothe his clingy baby, before you watch him walk the few paces away to the kitchen.

“You want some of those takis too?” He calls from the kitchen, and he can practically see you perk up at the mention of your favorite snack.

“Yeah.” You sit up on your knees to try and see what he’s doing in the kitchen.

“Stay there, I’ll bring them to you.”

It takes ages (2 minutes) for him to walk out of the kitchen with your bowl of fresh peach slices and a bag of the Trader Joe’s takis that you like so much. He sets them in front of you on the coffee table watching you practically bite the bit in impatience.

He flops down on the couch next to you, and to his surprise you don’t go to the food right away. You crawl toward him, looking for comfort in your favorite spot against his chest.

“Thought you wanted to eat.” He hums opening his arm to accommodate you. His fingers lightly stroke the top of your head before smoothing down your back as you settle in.

“This first.” You mumble against his chest, absently watching whatever trash reality show is on the TV at the moment.

He chuckles, hand rubbing rhythmically over your back. You’re so predictable. And in his world, where almost nothing can be predicted on the waves of chaos and death, you’re his lighthouse.

“That’s my girl.”

[erwinsvow]

Omg let’s talk Robby’s shy wifey!!

Is she shy with him? I picture she’s open with him and comfortable but he can easily make her go all shy and bushy if he wants to esp with sex stuff

Also he is the perfect guy to cling to if you’re feeling shy in a public setting ughhh he’s so big and beautiful and I love him

Also, I clocked your tags girl & I love it! She’s comfy with jack ofc 💖

i think she's really shy with him at first.. he's pretty intense even when he's trying to be normal like the eye contact and probably trying to diffuse and calm her down because she seems skittish and whatever he's doing isn't working. it'd have to be a non medicine setting so idk how to explore this relationship when he's not at the hospital like what context he'd see her in... maybe if she is a florist or owns a bakery or whatever cute tropes we love to give our readers and he's a regular.. why is he a regular at the florist i don't exactly know but assuming this man comes in regularly for his- okay interrupting myself mid thought because her being a baker makes much more sense. bakery with good coffee near the hospital and you're always the quiet one baking in the back and if no one's there you have to check him out and give him his large hot coffee labeled michael in your pretty handwriting and whatever sort of pastry you made. hmmm this makes much more sense to me. when you look up at him and then look back down quickly and avoid eye contact and it sucks because he's so cute and becomes a regular but you're just soooo not the kind of girl who flirts up customers, because normally you don't even talk to customers. one day you're not there in the back organizing the displays like you normally are and he asks where you are and ooo boy is that a mistake. the other workers tease you until you're ready to hand in your apron and quit altogether from the sheer overwhelmedness of it all. start calling robby your boyfriend like "oh your boyfriend's about to walk in. i'm gonna go take my break, you got this, right?" like making you talk to him. however... nothing happens besides a slightly prolonged conversation though you get better at eye contact over time and he kind of paints a picture of the sort of girl you are in his head—definitely way too good to be with him. and then you get into an accident with a hot tray or a frosting knife and they take you to the emergency room and you're with one of the residents but robby sees you and maybe takes over your care.. cue exchanged glances between everyone.. dana stopping by to see what all the fuss is... people staring at robby tenderly wrapping you wound while you stare up at him with huge wet eyes and he's being quiet and telling you you'll be okay, kid and back to baking in no time. and then you have to be like "michael?" "yeah kid?" "why is everyone staring at us?" [shuts curtain quickly]

okay that was a loooot. i do think though he's the type to pick your head back up and hold you in place if you bury it into his neck or a pillow because you can't hold eye contact during sex. veryyyyy eyes on me, kid. kind of breaks through the shyness because he has a very dirty mouth and you kind of are forced to break through because you enjoy it so much and you don't want him to stop. shy sweetheart wife has layers and he peels them all away. goes from girlfriend to wife really quickly, like, surprisingly quickly. it's because of the type of girlfriend she is, the waiting at home with dinner and dessert and making his house feel like a home with the smell of cookies and just really bringing warmth into that old man's bones. lots of you're killing me here, kid, when you're just staring up at him confused because what did you even do???? (gave him the reality of a life he thought he'd never have or be able to keep). an anxiety emotional shy girl.. lowkey perfect for him. lets him decompress and breakdown after a really bad day and wipes away his tears and somehow ends up crying too which just makes him smile because he knows how much you love him. i'm sure she brings in treats from the bakery to the hospital all the time around five thirty when the store closes, and she can be found hiding behind robby while he tells someone to bring it to the break room and thank his girlfriend (turns into don't forget to thank my wife real quick though). but it's endearing to robby. it's endearing to jack too, but that's for another time.

[lilolebambi]

I MISS YOU, I'M SORRY. . . . C.S.

tw: mentions of self harm.ᐟ

It hurts. Mentally and physically, feels like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. It's been a month—maybe a little more. But no matter how long you wait for the day for you to wake and think of Chris and not feel anything, it never comes.

It was good, whatever you both had. And you miss it dearly, even with your friends telling you that he wasn't worth it. That you'll find someone better.

You lost a part of you. How could they just say that? Chris was the first guy you've been vulnerable with in years. You showed parts of yourself to him that you wanted to lock away from the world because it was him.

You want to rip your hair out, claw at your eyes, tear at your skin—anything that will temporarily get Chris out of your head.

You're so tired, so drained. It's a cycle.

Smoking to forget, drinking to numb the pain, harming yourself just so you can focus on you.

The entire situation makes you want to disappear off the face of the earth—and you'd say that you would go back in time. Undo every text, every photo you ever sent, every cute name that you called him... but it's Chris.

You're laying on the floor curled into yourself, sobbing as you go through your old texts.

You wonder if he does the same thing, wonder if he even thinks about you anymore or if you're just being insane and delusional over a guy that doesn't even want you anymore.

You were doing good. Barely glancing at his instagram account that you can't seem to unfollow—not adding to the pinterest board you made for the two of you when you first broke up, avoiding the playlist that you made when you got high that one time and you were thinking of him.

But then it hit you. Just like that, like a knife straight through your heart. You're never getting him back. Chris, the only guy that ever truly understood you. You're never getting him back.

You sob harder. Phone dropping from your hand as you curl deeper into yourself, sobs, and hiccups falling from your lips.

"It's for the better. If the universe wanted you guys together, you would be."

You remember vividly your friend telling you, and you remember just how vividly you freaked out then.

Just how you're freaking out now.

Hands clutching and grabbing at your shirt, kicking at the floor like a little kid.

You're not sure if you'll ever get better. But, you're sure if you do, you'll just end right where you currently are. Wanting someone you can't have.

nothing happened in the way i wanted, every corner of this house is haunted. —gracie abrams.

a/n: i still love you, i promise.

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[alinathinkstoomuch]

EX-FACTOR

pairing: aaron hotchner x ex!reader summary: hotch swears he's listening to rossi, except he can’t focus on a single word when you’re at the bar with another guy, based on this request. warnings: hotch is turning greeeeen from jealousy!! pining, hotch just wants his baby back word count: 0.6k

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Aaron was trying to listen to Rossi—really, he was. Something about a plot of land and investment potential and tax benefits or… God, he’d lost the thread ages ago. He nodded here and there, tossed out a half-hearted “yeah?” or “makes sense,” but his focus wasn’t anywhere near the conversation. Neither were his eyes.

They were glued to the crowd, more specifically to the gap in it. The spot where you used to be.

You’d disappeared ten minutes ago, and so had the guy who’d been flirting with you. Some twenty-something whose fingers grazed the side of your waist like he had any right to be even within six feet of you.

“And what exactly is your plan for tonight?” Rossi asked, swirling the last bit of his bourbon. 

“What?”

“The staring? Gripping your glass like it can breathe?” Rossi lifted his brows. “What’s next? You going to challenge him to a duel?”

“I’m just watching,” Aaron muttered.

“Mmm,” Rossi said, which was Italian for you’re full of shit but I’m going to let you dig this hole a little deeper.

Aaron didn’t respond, his eyes doing their seventh sweep of the minute. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for the most, that you’d look back and catch him, or that the guy would spontaneously combust under the weight of his scowl. But for any of that to happen, he had to see where you were.

And he knew that he had no right. That it wasn’t his business anymore, that the only real authority he had over you these days was inside a briefing room with a suspect on the board. Because this? A bar, a night off, your clothes, your smile, a stranger’s hand on your waist? This wasn’t his jurisdiction. This was your playing field now. And Aaron was a benched sub who’d already had his shot and fumbled the pass, reduced to a spectator at best. A ghost, more likely. 

“She’s allowed to dance, you know,” Rossi continued, not unkindly. “Even allowed to enjoy it.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“Good,” Rossi said, far too breezily. “Maybe she even left with him. Can’t see her anywhere.”

Aaron’s head whipped towards the exit so fast, it stirred a breeze around him. For a moment his stomach dropped in that cold, involuntary way it did when something went wrong on a case as he considered the possibility that, maybe you did go home with him.

“I’m kidding,” Rossi chuckled. “Relax. She’s by the bar.”

And there you were. Using a stack of napkins to fan yourself, the golden lights catching on your exposed skin, the small specks of glitter scattered across your bare shoulders gracefully. He could still remember the caramel-like scent that came with it, relying on memory alone now, because he no longer had the right to be close enough to smell it again.

The lights shifted, dimming, then bleeding into a soft pink, the kind that made everything—you—look dreamlike. You gasped excitedly, grabbing Penelope’s arm where she stood beside you. She lit up just like you did, and Aaron didn’t even realise he was smiling until you were already pulling her towards the dance floor, placing a hand on the guy’s chest and yelling, “I’ll be back. This is our song!”

He hoped you wouldn’t be back, not to him, anyway. Not really. He hoped you’d stay somewhere close instead, just within reach, orbiting near enough for his eyes to find you and no one else’s.

He was grateful no one around had mind-reading abilities, because if you knew how often he thought about you, you’d probably never speak to him again. Or maybe you would. That was the thing about the two of you, the friendship had held, maybe too well. And maybe that was the problem.

Neither of you could move on. 

“You’re torturing yourself,” Rossi said plainly. 

Aaron didn’t look away. “I know.”

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