#just need to get things back on track!! ^^

[ovaryacted]

baby girl looking for pope (and reader) out in the crowd during some school event where she's on stage. she's searching so hard and almost starts crying until she finally sees pope being held back by reader because he saw the tears in his baby's eyes and needs to make sure she's okay.

then he turns back around to see her smiling and waving and so freaking happy that he's there. and yeah :)

─ Girl Dad! Pope Cody x fem! reader || WC: 735

CW: FLUFF. Pope being an emotional & dedicated dad. Daughter is graduating kindergarten & 5 years old. Daughter is unnamed. Daughter has Pope's hair, freckles, & eyes (carbon copy). Reader & Pope are married.

Aww, this is such a cute idea, please. Thank you for the little message Simone bae, thinking about Pope who's a little older now being such a dedicated dad makes me super emotional. I hope you like this little blurb. <3

The little girl is nervous, dark auburn curls pinned in a half-up half down hairstyle per her request. Her lavender dress flows down her small body, cutting off right at her knees in lace trim, a pair of fluffy socks and mary janes adorn on her feet. She remembers when she went on a shopping trip with her mom last week for this particular outfit, beaming the minute she grabbed it off the rack and threw it in the cart with dignified confidence.

It was the youngest Cody's kindergarten graduation, lined up on stage with several other kids for an award she doesn't fully understand she got. Her head turns over the crowd of people in the audience, trying her absolute hardest to find her parents amongst the sea of unfamiliar moving faces. Her brain works overtime to track down the head that shares the same hair as her, to see the familiar scowl that nobody other than her father wears.

She tries so hard, even squints as she tirelessly looks and looks and looks. To no avail, she hasn't seen the faces of her parents, of the people who came to this event with her, the people that would bring the moon and stars closer to Earth just so she could see them better. Before she realizes it, the corner of her eyes begin to sting as tears threaten to pour down her cheeks. She wrings her hands together, the anxiety bubbling in her body making her knees tremble as she swallows a cry, fully convinced her caregivers had disappeared into thin air and forgotten all about her.

She was close to wailing until she heard a familiar voice, the voice of her mother, warm and welcoming as it always was from the second she was born. The 5 year old's wet eyes gravitate towards the noise, finally spotting the face of her father who wore furrowed eyebrows and was halfway from rising from his seat.

"Andrew, you can't." You had one hand on his broad chest in a feeble attempt to calm him down. He only huffed a shaky breath, a growl settling in the back of his throat.

"She's crying up there. She can't see us." Pope mutters sharply, looking at you with worry in his eyes.

"She'll find us. She's a smart girl, she knows Andy. Trust her, okay?"

Andrew eases back down in his seat, focusing on trying to get his daughter's attention. He'd want nothing more than to bring his little miracle into his strong arms where she belongs, to wipe her tears away from her freckled face and tell her everything was going to be alright, that her father was here and had no plans of leaving her behind. But he knew the last thing he needed to do was lash out on such a special occasion.

He bounces his leg a few times, his knuckles turning white from gripping the armrest of his seat too tight, close to splitting the wood when his gaze is mirrored with his twin up on the stage, hazel meeting hazel.

In an instant, the little girl calms down, her frown flipping into a bright smile. Her round cheeks perk up at the sight of her parents at her first graduation, bringing her hand to swipe the remaining tears that ran down her face. She waves at her father then, and he waves back, the corner of his lips flexing upwards and nodding towards her, the love in his eyes consuming the remaining space in that room.

You reach down to squeeze Andrew's hand in reassurance, giving the calloused flesh an affectionate squeeze. His thumb runs over your wedding band, aimlessly playing with the gold as you both watch your baby girl walk the stage once her name was called, bursting in light shouts of claps of acknowledgement that got her attention and widened her toothy smile.

Andrew's eyes refuse to leave his daughter's face until she's sitting down with the rest of her classmates, exhaling in relief, antsy to hear his baby's voice again and hold her once more after all of this was done. But for now, he’ll sit and patiently wait until she’s running up to him, holding her certificate in her hands to show him. And he’ll shower her with all the praise she needs to remind her he’s here to stay, and his heart belongs to her.

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[paiges-1vur]

She Will ~ Paige Bueckers x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, r-receiving, language

Summary: Dallas wings photographer x pb

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You were finally starting to get the hang of your new job. Maybe you lied on your job application a tiny bit, but doesn’t everybody stretch the truth sometimes? To be fully honest you had absolutely zero experience in sports photography, but you were a determined-and maybe broke- graduate fresh out of college who needed a job. Badly. So obviously you applied for the first job you found that allowed you to keep doing exactly what you loved. Thats how you ended up here, looking up from the lens of your new camera letting your gaze drift across the frame of the Paige Bueckers. You quickly snapped back into reality lifting your camera to capture her. The number one draft pick in the WNBA, just ten feet away. The two of you hadn’t talked yet this season, as she had been busy keeping up with training and taking little time off the court. Despite this you couldn’t help but think that just for a second her gaze flickered to you as she walked toward the bench, her icey blue eyes quickly tracking your frame as she grabbed a Gatorade bottle Nai was handing her. The game had just ended, the Wings finally securing another win. The air seemed to feel lighter, as pride and excitement practically radiated off the team. As you packed up your camera bag, you swore you heard Lyss and Arike joking about getting Paige piss drunk, to celebrate another long awaited win and mess with their rookie.

You sighed and leaned down to pack your camera bag, your work day finally over. The only thing that consumed your thoughts was a good night’s rest in a fancy ass hotel payed for by the team, obviously. You were lucky enough to not have to share a room like the players did but instead to have your own room just a couple doors down from the players. You quietly picked up your camera bag before waving a quick goodbye to the coaching staff, and calling an Uber to the hotel. It took everything in you to not fall asleep from exhaustion as soon as you stepped foot in the Uber, but still you held out until your driver finally made it to the hotel. As you scanned your key card against the door you sighed. And as soon as you opened the door your shoes were kicked off, and your beloved camera bag was forgotten on a nearby table. You wasted no time slipping out of your work clothes and into an old faded tshirt and a pair of pajama shorts, equipped for the best sleep of your life. The bed sheets welcomed you as you slipped into the bed, letting sleep take over your senses almost immediately.

———

You stirred in your sleep, suddenly half awake to the sound of a key card opening the door. Your mind raced, you were the only one who had the key to this room right? The door creaked open and to your surprise a still drunken Paige stumbled into the room. She payed you no mind as she let the door close behind her and she immediately fought to take her shirt off, leaving her in a sports bra and her sweats. She finally turned around and found you-half asleep and horrified- staring at her expressionless.

“How did you even-” you tried to start with Paige but she just laughed lightly. You quickly closed your mouth, letting silence fall over you both for a moment.

“When the lady asked me for my room number,” she giggled to herself “maybe I gave her the wrong one, because I lost my key!” She tries to explain, still clearly not understanding that she needed to find somewhere else to sleep. She also seemed very comfortable and had no problem standing in front of you in just a sports bra and a pair of grey sweats that hung a little too loosely on her hips. You couldn’t speak, let alone try to think of a rational solution to this situation. You turned to look at the clock. You shut your eyes out of frustration. It was 2:00 am and there was no way anyone else would be awake to help sort this out. You quickly got out of bed, the cool air hitting your thighs as you walked towards the girl. “Are any of the other girls awake? Wheres Nalyssa, she’s probably with Dijonai right?”

You suddenly stop talking as you realize the taller blonde isn’t paying attention to what your saying in the slightest. But what she does pay attention to is your bare thighs, and how your nipples hardened under your thin tshirt. Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip quickly, her mind racing. You turn around to face her but are quickly taken aback by how close she is. She steps even closer to you closing the distance completely. “I think their sleeping,” she whispers. “It’s just us” she says, her breath suddenly ghosting your ear. Shivers run down your spine and suddenly your mouth is completely dry. You can’t speak-can barely breathe- as she smirks against your ear. “But that’s okay right?” she says her voice raw and husky, needy almost. She’s begging for it and your so close to giving in. She moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear carefully. She licks her bottom lip slow and teasing as she looks you in the eye, waiting for you to do anything. All you can manage is a weak nod, but you both know what it means. She hums with approval “Thought so.” she whispers looking down at your lips, swollen from sleep. “Don’t worry,” she adds, voice raw, practically primal. Her pupils are blown wide as she whispers in your ear “I wont tell anyone.”

Suddenly her hand moves to your waist, pulling you in as your lips meet in a deep and intense kiss. She’s kissing you like your the air she needs to breathe. You whine against her lips, allowing her tongue to slide into your mouth, claiming you. She kisses you like she’s sick and your the only cure. She quickly hooks her hands under your thighs, carrying you toward the bed with ease. She sets you down on the bed, not breaking the kiss the whole time. You give her a quick nod and thats all she needs before she slides your thin shorts past your ankles and throws them somewhere across the room. “Mmm” she groans from the back of her throat, biting her lip. You squirm under her gaze but her hand steadies your thighs. “So fucking pretty. All for me.” She says leaning in to place a kiss on your inner thigh. Your pulse quickens as you lean your head back and try to relax into it. “Lemme know if you need me to stop mama, swear I will” she says looking up at you from in between your legs as she places a kiss right to your clit. Your legs shiver and you can’t help but let out a whimper at the contact. You nod quickly, biting your lip as she ran her fingers through your folds. “So fucking wet for me right now,” she says, not able to look away from her fingers as they run through your folds gently. “Bet you were waiting for me all night,” she moves her fingers to your clit using your gathered wetness to slickly make circles against your sensitive skin. “All wet and needy huh? Waiting for me to take care of you? I got u mama, promise imma make you feel good” she says as she watches your face contort in pleasure, the pressure against your clit increasing as her fingers speed up. You let out a shakey breath followed by a pathetic moan. “Please-“ she only smirks “I know, I know, shh just lay back ma.” Suddenly her fingers are gone, the pressure disappearing. She teases you entrance with her middle finger, dipping it in and sinking into you slowly. She pumps in and out of you a few times to get you used to being full before teasing your entrance again with her ring finger. Your a mess at this point, her name being said like a prayer as you beg for relief. She lets her other finger slide into you and she slowly starts to pump both fingers in and out of you, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. “Shit- Paige please- don’t stop please” you throw your head back as she continues to ram into you her pace increasing, now torturous. “Fuck, you take me so well” she groans as she watches her knuckles stretch you out, her long fingers filling you up as the veins in her hands and forearms flex.

“Wanna make you feel it all.” She moves her free hand to your lower stomach, lifting your excuse of a tshirt. She presses down on your lower stomach lightly, continuing to fuck you at a relentless pace. You can feel every inch of her fingers as she moves in and out of you, fucking you senseless “Holy shit- Paige, Paige please I’m close” you moan out, begging to come undone. “Almost mama, just wait” she says earning a raw and high pitched whine from you. Somehow her pace increases, filthy and wet noises filling the room as her thumb moves to find your clit, circling it as she fucks you. Your vision starts to blur, overwhelmed with pleasure as your legs start to shake. You are chanting her name, voice raw from screaming and begging for more, for all of her. Neither of you had a care in the world who could hear. Right now it was just you and Paige. “Let go for me” she says as your release crashes through you. A wave of pleasure rips through your whole body and you come while screaming her name. As start to come down she works you through it, her fingers slowing before your whining from overstimulation. She slowly moves her fingers from you to her mouth, licking them clean while keeping eye contact. She hums “Fucking delicious” she says, pussy drunk as she pushes you hair out of your face, stuck with sweat.

She shifts from on top of you to lie down next to you pulling the covers over you gently. She climbs under the covers, kicking off her sweats leaving her in just her sports bra and a pair of boxers. “Rest now, we can sort things out in the morning.” She reassures you, placing a soft kiss to your temple before wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you flush against her. You both drift to sleep with ease holding each other, enjoying your own little world together

[weaselle]

i just want to come back to this with a message for those for whom hope feels totally lost. Something that gives me comfort in my darkest, most hopeless times.

I. am wrong. a lot.

Like, i have been wrong about a lot of stuff. You can't be human and not experience being wrong about things.

So when i feel at my most hopeless, when i look at the world or my life and feel like it is undeniably hopeless, i think... well i can still hope that this is one of those times that i'm wrong. No matter how certain it seems to me, i can hope that i am mistaken. Hell, looking at my track record, it's not even very bad odds to bet that i'm wrong. Even if you're almost never wrong, you're still wrong sometimes, so if you think about it, almost never wrong just means you're probably due something to be wrong about by now.

So, maybe i'm wrong is the hope that gets me through the times my other hope feels absent. And it's been a valuable tool for me, so i thought i'd share it.

"well, then, i hope that i'm wrong" is just bleak and moody enough that it doesn't feel at all like a hollow positive platitude, and just hopeful and true enough to get me further down the tunnel to where i might see some light again. Maybe it can do the same for you. If you need it.

why bother caring about the environment when 1. It’s so obviously a lost cause and 2. There’s definitely going to be a nuclear war?

And what are you doing about it Anon? Learn about ecological restoration or get out of my way.

[keirareidss]

those cruel words - s.r

♡ summary: you're forced to use your boyfriend's insecurities to save his life pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: violence, degrading language, cursing wc: 1.9k based on this request

This was never supposed to happen. The house was supposed to be empty. It was the location with the lowest risk of the three that Garcia dug up. The unsub owned three separate plots, and he wasn't supposed to be at this one. That's why, you assumed, Hotch sent you and Spencer to this one. He couldn't take the chance of spreading his team so thin just to keep Reid at the precinct, Reid who still hadn't passed his field qualifications.

When you kicked the door down, walking in ahead of him, you were expecting an empty house. You started clearing the bottom floor, peeking around corners, guns out. You were in the living room when you heard a thump from somewhere across the house.

"Spencer?" No response. You slowly made your way, Glock out in front of you, back through the rooms. "Spencer!" You tried again, still no response. You enter the lounge, stopping in your tracks when you find Spencer on the ground, the unsub standing above him, a gun pointed at his head.

"Drop the gun." The man says, pouting his at you. "Now." He urges when you don't immediately comply. You slowly raise your hands in surrender, lowering your gun to the ground. The last thing you needed was a bullet in your flesh, or worse, a bullet in Spencer.

A groan sounds from below and you glance down to find Spencer coming to. The unsub had hit him across the head with a gun, knocking him out cold before he could even react.

"Are you with him?" The unsub asks, gesturing with his pistol. There were a thousand ways this situation would go. Maybe a third of them ended with both of you getting out of this alive. If you were going get out of this, you had to play this right. A plan was already forming in your head and, as much as it hurt, it seemed like the best idea right now.

"Unfortunately." You said, adding a bitter tone to your voice. Spencer's gaze raised to you and from the small, shadowed glimpse you caught of him, you noticed a bruise forming on his temple.

"Oh?" The unsub seemed intrigued so you continued.

"He's a pain in my ass. Never does what he's told."

"Ah, so you're the boss?"

"I will be some day, once my asshole chief kicks the bucket." Okay, now you were just making stuff up. Fortunately the unsub knew nothing about you and you were convincing enough for him to lower his gun. Unfortunately, that gun found its way back to Spencer. Spencer who was now propped up on his arms, looking at you confused. You'd never talked about him like this before.

"I hear that." The unsub agreed. Spencer grunted, drawing his attention back to him. "Get up." He barked. Spencer pushed himself to his knees, his head pounding. Before he could fully stand, the unsub kicked him in the stomach. Your boyfriend keeled over, a hand to his stomach as a small whine slipped past his lips. You flinched as if he'd hit you. That's what it felt like having to watch him get hurt.

"How's that feel, Reid? Cause it feels a hundred times worse having to sit through your rambling every goddamn day." Spencer winced. The beating didn't hit nearly as deep as your words. "God, I've been waiting for this to happen. You know how many times I've wished one of these criminals would beat his ass? He's barely ever in the field though, too weak to pass his qualifications."

The unsub chuckled, fisting his hand before punching Spencer across the face again. He groans, sprawled on the floor again.

"Get back up." When Spencer wasn't fast enough, the unsub grabbed him by the collar, yanking him to his feet. You had to speed this up. You couldn't stand to watch him get hurt anymore, let alone have to keep insulting him to his face.

Spencer stumbled on his feet, hands in the air in surrender. He flinched when the unsub lurched at him, laughing mockingly at his victims fear.

"You want a turn?" The unsub suddenly turned to you, asking with a vicious smirk.

"Fuck yeah, I do." You cracked your knuckles, stepping closer to Spencer who was staring at you with wide, glassy eyes. Hunched into himself, head ducked slightly, he looked like a kicked puppy. "I've been dreaming about this." You made a fist, thinking about the place you could hit him that would hurt the least. You would try to hold back the power in your punch but you weren't sure you could be convincing enough.

After a hesitant second of staring into his eyes, which the unsub took as you playing up the anticipation, you punched him in the jaw. His head snapped to the side and he stumbled as the unsub cackled.

"You know what'll be more fun?" The unsub left for a moment to the kitchen, coming back with a steak knife. Spencer's eyes widened as he stalked closer. "I wanna see him bleed." Your heart stuttered. There was no way you'd let this man take a knife to your boyfriend.

"I don't know-"

"Come on, I thought you hated him."

"I do. He's a fucking pussy." The unsub stepped up to you. He pressed the knife into your hand before setting a heavy hand on Spencer's chest, pushing him roughly back into the wall.

"Then cut him open." Your hand was nearly shaking as your mind raced to figure out what to do. You stepped closer to Spencer who pressed himself further against the wall, looking at you with those glassy brown eyes. You lifted the knife, schooling your expression as the unsub watched you closely. Instead of moving the knife closer to Spencer's throat, you turn, quickly slicing at the unsub. He yelps, stumbling back as his cheek bleeds.

You spot your gun on the ground, rushing for it. The unsub catches you around the waist before you can grab at it, throwing you into a side table that tumbles onto the ground with you. He snatches your gun up, aiming it at you.

"Fucking bitch! I really believed you. We could have had fun together. Shame I have to kill you now." He cocks the gun as you stare at him from the ground, helpless, propped up on your elbows. You flinched, eyes squeezing shot when a gun shot went off but you didn't feel anything. No pain. You slowly opened your eyes to find Spencer, standing behind the unsub as he fell to the ground, a gun in his hand.

"Spence." You breathed, getting to your feet. "Spencer." Your voice was soft as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight. He didn't hug you back, frozen to his spot. He couldn't make himself do it, your words ringing clear in his head as it pounded painfully.

Pain in my ass. Never does what he's told. Having to sit through your rambling every goddamn day. Too weak- fucking pussy-

The bright lights of the ambulance and the cop cars were hurting his head. He closed his eyes again but he got a quick scolding from the paramedic on his right.

After you pulled away from him, awkwardly dropping your arms, you turned to cuff the guy. He was alive, Spencer's bullet had only found his shoulder, but he was losing blood and had been rushed to the hospital. By then, the rest of the team had realized that both other addresses were empty and they showed up to the house with a barrage of cops and medics.

Spencer stared across the lawn where you were stuck talking to Hotch. He was making you go over everything, checking in on you, asking what happened to Spencer, rather than bombard Spencer himself with questions.

Before he knew it though, you were making your way across the yard to him, your strides filled with purpose and determination. His gaze found yours but he couldn't hold it long, dropping his head slightly. He didn't lift it until he felt a gentle hand on his cheek.

"Spence?" Your voice filled his ears as he looked at you again. You scanned his face, cataloging every visible wound, storing the information away for later. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm." He hummed. He didn't trust his voice not to crack. You sighed, guilt eating away at your insides.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said, I had to pretend, I- I had to get him to trust me-"

"I know. I get it." You didn't believe him. Your eyes caught the ugly bruise on his chin, the one you'd put there. He had another bruise around his eye, a cut on his temple, and you were sure there was bruising on his torso. But the bruise on his chin just killed you. You'd hurt him.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, your other hand finding that side of his face, fingertips gentle against his blue and purple skin. "Spencer, I need you to know that I didn't mean it, okay?" He nodded, before wincing at the pain behind his eyes. But you still weren't convinced.

"I love you. I love you so much." You pressed a kiss on his nose. "I love everything about you. Your brain, your heart, your voice." You punctuated each sentence with a kiss to said area. His forehead, his chest, his lips. He lowered his gaze to the ground and your smile fell off your face. "You don't believe me."

"It's not that, I just... It's what you said. It's true. All of it."

"No, no, Spencer-" You cupped his face, making sure your touch was soft enough to not hurt him. You had hurt him enough already. "It wasn't, it's not true."

"It is. I'm a pain to be around. I talk too much, I'm too weak to even-"

"Hey. Stop it. Don't talk about yourself like that." You realized how hypocritical you sounded, given you'd just put those ideas in his head. "Spencer, please, I'm telling you it's not true. Don't you think I would know?" He hadn't thought about it like that.

"I guess so..."

"You have to trust me when I say this... you are perfect the way you are. I wouldn't have fallen in love with you if you were someone else." He lets a small smile creep onto his face.

"I love you too." He murmurs. Your hands drop from his face, finding his in his lap. You bring both of his hands to your lips, kissing the backs of them. But when you spotted the blood on your knuckles from when you'd punched him, your smile fell. "It's okay. You had to." Spencer said softly.

"Yeah. I had to." You mumbled, dropping your hand. Spencer ushered you forward, kissing your lips. "I'm still sorry though."

"It's okay. I forgive you." You brushed the hair out of his face. You had already started planning how you were going to pamper him all week. You'd make sure to put a balm on his bruises, make sure his cut is properly cleaned, and attempt to kiss everything better.

When Spencer looked into your eyes and smiled, you knew everything would be fine. He might take a little more convincing to finally believe you but you'd give him every reassurance he needed. And you were both going to be just fine.

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[weeeyotch]

warnings: dark themes, possessiveness, controlling behavior, emotional manipulation, 18+ themes (mdni)

okay but…soft!dark!possessive!bob has been on my mind a lot recently.

like this man has been through everything—addiction, trauma, abuse, and being forgotten by the world over and over. but then he meets you, and suddenly it’s like his world is 100x brighter.

you make life liveable for him. you make things make sense.

you look at him like he’s good, like he’s safe. and for the first time, he believes that he is.

but he needs that. he needs you.

at first, it’s gentle.

lovely little café or bookstore dates. going to those movie theatres that show old movies for half the price of a normal ticket. he’d shower you with flowers, little hand-written notes, and say things like

“please stay a bit longer”

“i sleep better when you’re here”

but that softness that made you fall in love with him starts to turn sticky.

clingy.

obsessive.

it starts with a few extra texts.

where are you?

did you make it home safe? honey?

it's getting dark. maybe don't go to that party tonight. let's just stay in. i'll come over. we can make pasta. please?

you find his concern endearing in the beginning. given his past, you couldn't fault him for how he feels. he thinks that the world is dangerous, and the people in it more so.

"don't take the train, okay? that guy you mentioned at the station last week—he could be dangerous. just let me drive you."

"but you already went out with your friends yesterday. don't you think it's better to just stay home today?"

"the world is too dangerous for someone as sweet as you."

"i don't know what i'd do if something happened to you."

his voice still trembles whenever he says your name. he still holds onto you like you're the last good thing in a horribly broken world. but now, his grip is always a bit tighter around your waist. now, there's a fear that shines in his eyes—terrified that you might slip through his fingers if he blinks.

when you finally move in with him after he spent months convincing you, his love starts to swallow you whole.

there's no such thing as space. or quiet. or alone.

he calls you whenever you're out. wants to track your location "just in case". and by the time you come home, he's already waiting there with dinner, plans, and questions.

soon, he starts to become obsessed with your health—your sleep, your meals, your water intake, your screen time.

he wants to make sure that you're perfect.

he'll meal prep all of your meals, trying to make them as healthy as possible. he'll shoot you quiet, disapproving looks if he sees you eating too many cookies, chocolates, or chips.

"it's all fine in moderation, darling. but maybe you've had enough for now? let me cut up some fruits for you."

soon, his early bedtime becomes yours.

it starts off with him disguising it as needing to cuddle you so he can sleep.

you couldn't deny that it's flattering—being needed like that, being the thing that makes the nightmares go quiet.

but the requests get more insistent.

the "please come sleep with me" turns into "you always stay up so late" and then into

"you don't care about your health like i do."

"you keep pushing yourself and i have to watch it ruin you."

you don't even realize it's a rule until you break it.

you stay up past 10pm reading or gaming, just once, and the change in bob is unmistakable.

he doesn't reach for your hand the next morning.

doesn't kiss your forehead when he passes back your mug that he filled with steaming coffee.

he still brings you snacks, still folds your laundry with precision, still says "love you" before he leaves the apartment. but it's cold. practiced.

he never says he's punishing you. how could he be? he's still sickly sweet, just a bit. . .off.

yet the moment you crawl back into bed with him at 9:58pm, he softens again. arms open and voice tender.

like nothing happened.

"there she is. my good girl."

the passive aggressiveness stings more than a scream or slap ever could.

but it's okay, you tell yourself. this is real love.

that he just wants what's best for you.

right?

sex with him is slow. intense. all-consuming.

there's so much eye contact that it feels like he's trying to read you. he touches you like he's afraid you'll vanish, but holds onto you like a lifeline.

bob's clinginess transforms during these moments.

it metamorphoses into pure, unadulterated devotion and worship.

he'd make you cum on his tongue and fingers a minimum of three times before slowly pushing his cock into you. his thrusts are focused and steady, but they get more sloppy the closer he gets.

missionary is his favorite position. he just wants to see your face and the way your lips part as you get closer to the edge. sometimes he presses his ear against your mouth just to feel your hot breath or hear your little noises.

eventually, as that coil of pleasure is close to exploding deep within his belly, he'd change your position. he'd have you wrap your legs around his waist, using one arm to lift you and hold you against him while the other hand grips the headboard for stability.

the bed creaks under the effort. his muscles flex around you as his body feels like a wall—solid and unshakable.

his sheer strength always leaves you breathless. but it never frightens you.

it's just a reminder.

a reminder of what this man has survived.

what he's capable of.

the damage he's done.

the destruction he could cause.

but never to you. no, he would rather die than ever lay a finger on you.

so he gives you everything else instead.

his body, his strength, his desperation that bleeds into every thrust. the quiet groan of your name against your skin like a prayer. the way he shudders when you say his in return.

and when he finally falls apart, spilling into you with a low, broken sound, you wrap your arms around him and let him cling.

because that's all he's ever wanted.

to be held like he's still human.

to feel like he's worth saving.

to feel loved.

[m0narche]

Cw: Yandere themes, heavy infantilization, mommy kink, forced captivity.

"Oh little one..."

The freezing cold bubble of shock and numbness pops when he reaches for your face to wipe away the messy tears streaming down and you can't even flinch away –not that he'd like that.

"It's okay, shh you're safe, sweet thing. Everything's okay" Each word feels no less heavy and painful than a blade cutting through your tender beating muscle. Your ears are ringing and the world feels so loud, it's just too much. So unpleasant, unbearable –And he would love to tell you that you're too sensitive to survive.

It takes a few seconds of grounding for your hearing to be fully restored, that's when you realize you've been sobbing on his lap the entire time –Ah, that explains the coddling, why he's been bouncing you on his thigh, why his arms feel somehow more like a cage than usual.

"I'm so sorry Mommy had to scare you like that. But you needed to learn your lesson."

Right.

Suguru came home to a broken window since you didn't have time to cover up your tracks. The sound of the keys jigging in the keyhole coupled with his sickly sweet signature call of "Sweetheart I'm home" made your mind go blank and sent your feet sprinting to the woods.

It's honestly very infuriating how he manages to reduce you to a little prey animal. One he is very eager to domesticate.

You didn't get far, of course you didn't. He was immediately hot on your tail. It took him no more than 5 short minutes to pin you down on the wet dirt –with his hand nailing your face to the ground and your hands held up together behind your back, his weight felt more crushing to your soul rather than your body– you felt silly for even trying. And like a switch was flipped you went completely limp, –a little white bunny playing dead on the snow –camouflage. You don't recall anything besides being scooped up and scolded all the way back to the cabin he keeps you confined in.

It didn't even hurt when he savagely slammed you down.

Granted it would be the only time he ever was aggressive or rough with you, it was a moment of desperation, he was frantic to catch the little startled bunny before it hopped away, not that it had a chance to begin with. His excessive coddling must have been what snapped you out of your daze and triggered the panic attack.

"It's okay, mommy's got you now" he continues to shush you quietly "poor thing, you must have been so scared. I'll make sure to properly lock the windows next time, okay?

For God's sake.

You'd think falling on your sword is the smart way to go about avoiding any punishments, but he doesn't even fucking retaliate. He's so deep in his own delusions that he sees your attempt at escaping him as a consequence of his negligence.

It's just so humiliating. You want to yell, scream, hurt him in any way. You want him to understand and you want it to be painful and heartbreaking.

And before you could even move, Suguru notices the shift in your mood and moves to lift up his shirt and shove your face into his plump chest before securing you in place with a firm hand. It feels like putting a swift end to a toddler's tantrum before it even begins.

"I know you're scared, baby. I really do" he coos "But it's alright. Once you finish suckling, mommy will clean you up and put you for a nap, alright?" He starts to bounce you on his lap again, gently this time.

"Tsk- silly little thing, you were just tired weren't you?" More caressing, more touching– so suffocating.

"You're just too little to understand what's good for you".

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single!dad!rafe helping sweetheart!reader out of her dress after a date night

sweetheart!reader mlist

cw: fluff filled with tension, sensual touches, kissing, rafe being the sweetest of sweethearts, sexual insinuation

the door to rafe’s apartment fell shut in the back, soft and muffled beneath your laughter. it was the kind of giddy and too loud laughter that only came after too many shared glances and just enough wine to make everything feel a little blurry.

you were glowing, cheeks flushed from both alcohol and adoration, your hand still caught in his as the two of you stumbled through the hallway. “watch the shoe!” you yelped, laughing as one heel nearly twisted off the welcome mat.

rafe steadied you with one arm around your waist, eyes warm and hungry all at once. “i got you, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “i always got you.” his apartment was dim and quiet, the soft city glow seeping in through the windows.

and the moment you crossed the threshold of his bedroom, it shifted, from playful to something heavier. rafe sat down on the edge of the bed, loose-limbed and gorgeous, his dress shirt still tucked in, suit jacket open, tie a little crooked. he spread his legs casually, confidence pouring off him in waves, and looked up at you all dreamily.

you lingered in the middle of the room, swaying slightly, your little black dress hugging you in all the right places and just enough shimmer on your skin from your favorite body oil, and your lipstick still smudged faintly from the kiss you two shared in the cab. but under his gaze, your breath hitched just a bit, fingers fluttering against your hip.

rafe noticed, of course. his eyes tracked every little movement like he was memorizing you. “you look…” he shook his head a little, jaw flexing. “goddamn, y/n. you look like every good dream i’ve ever had.” you flushed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly very aware of the heat creeping over your skin. “that’s the wine talkin’.”

“no,” he said, a little more serious now, “that’s the ‘i’ve-been-thinkin’-about-you-since-the-moment-i-saw-you-in-that-dress’ talkin’.” your eyes fluttered shut for half a second at the weight of his voice, letting out a soft breath. “well, as much as i appreciate that,” you said, tugging at the side seam of the dress, “i gotta get out of this thing before it leaves a permanent dent in my ribs.”

rafe tilted his head, one eyebrow rising, lips tugging into that slow, devilish smirk you’d already learned to love and fear in equal measure.“need some help?” he asked, pretending to be all polite about it, but his voice dipped a little deeper. a little more wicked. you knew, but still turned around, facing away from him and lifting your hair from your neck. “yes, please.”

rafe let out a low whistle as his eyes traced the back of the dress and how it cinched at the waist, laced delicately with soft, black ribbons like some kind of priceless trophy. and his fingers were on you a moment later, warm and steady, “jesus,” he murmured under his breath as he tugged the first ribbon loose, voice thick. “you’re like a fuckin’ present.”

you glanced back at him over your shoulder, “are you gonna unwrap me, or just stare all night?”, laughter bubbling up in your throat. “oh, i’m unwrappin’ you, don’t worry.” he moved slowly, the action smooth and deliberate, his fingertips grazing the small of your back just slightly.

ribbon by ribbon, he worked his way down the line of your back, teasingly slow, like he was savoring every inch of skin that was revealed. your breathing hitched the closer he got, tension humming between you two.

when the last ribbon came undone, he paused. “done?” you asked over your shoulder, a little breathless. “mm..almost,” he said, voice gravelly. rafe placed his hands on your hips and gently pulled you back toward him.

you stepped in, the undone dress slipping slightly off your shoulders, and rafe leaned in, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to the small of your bare back. you exhaled a soft, shaky sound you couldn’t contain, your fingers curling slightly at your sides.

“god, you’re unreal,” he whispered against your soft skin. you turned slowly in his arms, the dress now held up only by gravity and a little modesty. your eyes met his, wide and shining, a mix of nerves and desire swirling between you two.

“rafe…” you whispered as he reached up to pull at the last piece of fabric that attached the dress to your body, and off your shoulder. the dress slipped, sliding down your sides, the soft sound of fabric pooling at your feet. you let it fall, standing in the glow of the city light, bare but for your red lingerie. they were thin and lacy, the kind of thing made to be appreciated up close.

and rafe? he looked like he was trying not to forget how to breathe. his gaze roamed slowly from your legs up to the curve of your waist, then lingered at your chest before rising to meet your doe-eyes. his mouth parted, but no words came right away. just that reverent, slightly stunned look of a man who never thought he’d be lucky enough to have this in front of him.

your hands found his shoulders, smoothing gently over them, the heat of your skin igniting his like a fuse. you smiled, sweet and sultry all at once, thumb grazing along the line of his collarbone. he stayed close but didn’t touch you, not yet. his voice was husky, patient. “you’re more than i ever knew i wanted.” your cheeks turned pink, “and you’re all i ever wanted, rafe.”

that did it.

he let out a low sound, something between a groan and a sigh, and reached up, his hands sliding around your hips with firm, unhesitating urgency. he pulled you toward him, guiding you effortlessly into his lap. you straddled him with a little laugh, arms looping around his neck, and he looked up at you like you were made out of his deepest needs.

“i’m not gonna make it through the night if you keep talkin’ like that,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours, your foreheads nearly touching. “then we should stop talking,” you whispered before your lips crashed onto each other, full of desperate need and desire.

tags: @inbred-eater @dearapril @isasweetie @rafessecret @littlelamy @bradshawed @cherrygirlfriend @trusweethrt @inspiredangel @bluemerakis @nemesyaaa @rafekisser @deansbeer @ditzyrafe @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lacyydollette @drewsephrry @angvl3tears @rotapathetic @raahosh

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people we meet on vacation (pt. 3) | OP81

masterlist part 2

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader (smau!)

summary: oscar and his childhood best friend, whose families always vacationed together, haven't seen each other in forever. maybe the f1 2025 season summer break is the time for them to rekindle?

tropes: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, social media + written, based loosely off of people we meet on vacation by emily henry

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user54 they're back!!!!!! istg the only person less consistent than ynoscar is the hunger games official account

user55 bro... did you see the magno casting??

yn.jpg I DID I AM SO EXCITED I LOVE BILLY PORTER

user55 excuse me, i shan't be watching sotr bc i'm DEAD

charles_leclerc did you pray to niki lauda?

yn.jpg oscar did, religiously

charles_leclerc that's my son 🥹

lizzymcalpine my love 💞

yn.jpg meine leibe 💞

user19 somewhere in austria, oscar is tweaking tf out

user56 anywhere but the studio *sigh

lando WEINER schnitzel

yn.jpg this is why we ignore your messages sweetie

lilymhe yn come home, the kids miss youuu

yn.jpg you mean alex?

alex_albon no, stay away. when you're here, lily never hangs out with me

yn.jpg she knows her priorities 😏

oscarpiastri alexa, play "she's always a woman"

logansargeant 🤨

oscarpiastri it's billy joel, get out

user57 im gone

user58 can we make clones of op81 for everyone?

lewishamilton 💛

user59 who do YOU think you are?

user60 sir lewis hamilton, 7 world championship titles

user61 relax, yellow is for friendship

yn.jpg don't be putting hearts in my comment section when you won't let me babysit roscoe

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oscarpiastri Nearing the end of summer break, excited to be back on the track but sad to be leaving places like Vienna and people like Yn. Pretty place, pretty people, pretty Piastri?

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lando who let him get away with "pretty Piastri?"

yn.jpg guilty (but regretful)

user62 oscar looking fineeee

user63 my wdc 2025!

user64 i just know the comments will be full of people talking abt yn or whatever her name is

user1 he's not gonna choose you!!!! hope this helps!!!!

olliebearman steal any credit cards?

oscarpiastri no...?

kimi.antonelli wrong brunette to ask that

user65 y'all i'm a ynoscar fan but no one will love this man like lando does

user66 fr he's always commenting and liking within seconds lol

yn.jpg i didn't approve this layout

oscarpiastri i'm trying this new thing called independence

yn.jpg it doesn't suit you

yn.jpg and most things do, so it's just a testament to how you should stop 🤗

user67 she thought we wouldn't see that???

mclaren The track misses you too!

isackhadjar pretty piastri indeed

oscarpiastri thank you, isack, i really needed to hear that

user68 this man has hoes on hoes on hoes

georgerussell63 when do we play padel?

user69 why do all the f1 boys love padel? are they paid?

oscarpiastri play with lando and alex, you prefer them anyway 🙄

georgerussell63 i do but we need four people

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july 21st, 2025 - 7:33

Oscar and Yn had been on the train to Amsterdam for an hour now, but it had begun to feel like a lifetime the second they stepped on. Of course, Yn was blind to this, intrigued too much by the newest Miranda July novel to notice Oscar's confused eyes and unusual inability to sit still.

It had been roughly three days since he'd decided that he could only ever remain 'friends' with Yn, but the decision had yet to sink in. In his head, it was all perfectly clear. He'd gone through every scenario, and each ended with him losing her, the one person who he couldn't bare to lose. Why would he change paths if every one of them ran out of tracks?

His heart was the one stalling. Despite feeling the logic of his choice all the way down to his bone marrow, the increased thumping of his heart against his ribs whenever her perfume wafted through the air or whenever she laughed to herself was in disagreement. Even right now, in her oversized Snoopy shirt and messy hair and practically acrobatic sitting position, it beat, faster than usual.

"Can you pass the strawberries?" she asked, eyes still focused on the page. He smiled, widely, knowing she wouldn't see, and complied. A small nod was her curt way of saying thank you before digging into the fruits, clealry starving.

"You hungry?" Her eyes darted up immediately. Having known her for most of his life, Oscar was well aware of the little things he could do to get her to pay attention to him and not to whatever hyperfixation had caught her focus. His entire childhood consisted of pretending to fall so she'd stop crocheting and play with him.

"Starving, how could you tell?" she grinned, closing the book and sitting up. "Why are you smiling like that?" Oscar shrugged, unable to hide the smile playing on his lips.

"While you were sleeping in," he enunciated, slightly teasing, "I found that bakery you were dying to eat from." The excitement was quickly evident on her face.

"No way! I basically sold my soul trying to find that place, how'd you find it so quick?"

As he began digging through his bag, Oscar explained, "I found it when we got here, I just hid it from you."

"You dick!" Yn said.

"It's more fun this way," he replied, handing her a fancy paper bag full of pastries. "I like to surprise you."

Her eyebrows burrowed, "Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

Yn shrugged, taking a huge bite into a seemingly delicious butter croissant, "Well, we've known each other for ages. I don't think there's much to surprise ourselves with."

"That's why it's nice," he told her, reaching over the table in their compartment for a croissant. She tilted it without even looking, hinting at just how well she knew him. "I've done everything with you. It might seem repetitive--I don't think it is--so I like to try to make it interesting. I don't want you to get bored."

She set the bag down. You know it's serious when Yn stops eating her breakfast.

"You think I'd get bored of you?"

It was Oscar's turn to shrug, "It's not a crazy thought, Yn. I'm away all the time. All we do is go on vacation. It wouldn't be insane if you wanted someone who was... I don't know, around? Or did more than sit with you on flights or share hotels with you."

"You've got to be the dumbest person alive, Piastri," she said, so calmly that it confused him. "You're the Formula 1 driver here. You've got everything. If anyone's getting bored, it's you."

"How could you say that?"

"You said it first."

"Yeah, well, I was trying to be open. Communicative. You know, that thing you always say is super important in relationships?" A beat followed. "Like, relationships as in friendships. This is a relationship because we're--"

"I know what you meant, Oscar," she said, arms crossing over her body. I said something wrong, he thought to himself, fuck. "I'm not getting bored of this friendship." Her eyes rolled at the word, and Oscar decided that was enough for the day. His stubborn heart would beat to the rhythm of her words for the rest of the week if he didn't cut it off right now. Friendship, she said, as though it was an insult to her. Maybe she wanted him to say best friendship? Oscar didn't know.

They sat in silence for five minutes, Yn back to her book and Oscar pretending to solve a sudoku. To the background of train tracks and distant chatter from other cabins, Yn quietly murmured, "I'm not getting bored, Oscar. This is forever for me."

He looked up. When their eyes met, he nodded slighly, "Good." She held his gaze for another second before forcing herself to look away.

What a friendship.

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julu 22nd, 2025 - 10:21

Yn hated arguing with Oscar more than she hated avocado (she really hated avocado). Not only was it painful to be yelled at (and to yell back at) a person whom she'd felt nothing but love and admiration for since kindergarten, it was impossible to take the arguments seriously. They were always pointless. She didn't feel there was much she could do to push Oscar away. He'd always find his way back, like a frisbee. Stupid fucking analogy, Yn, she thought to herself as she grabbed her things from the train.

Oscar was waiting off the train, patiently, with his hands behind his back. As she approached the doors, he smiled and she smiled back and that feeling of safety flooded Yn again. They'd been fighting a lot recently--about things they'd never fought about before--and despite being able to tell herself that it would be fixed, it wasn't always easy to believe that. Seeing him there, that sweet look on his face, was a reminder she knew she could count on.

"How can you look like that after a long-ass train ride?" he jokingly asked, grabbing her suitcase and helping her out. "Share with the rest of the class. I'm the one that's got media following him, it's more important I look good."

"How many times in one trip does a girl need tell you that you never don't look good for it to stick?"

"A lot more," he grinned, "tell me again. Pretty please."

"You look good, Osc. Paparazzi will be too blinded to take photos."

"That's the goal."

They made their way out of the train station, conversing so intently that they didn't notice how refreshing the Amsterdam air felt as it hit their skin or even how close they had gotten, with Yn's hand wrapped around Oscar's bicep. Friends walked like this all the time. Yn had seen it in the movies. Although, to be fair, those cinema friends would either end up dating or be gay.

"I want to go to a club tonight," she told him, anticipating the shocked look on his face. "I know it's not your style, so you don't have to go with me if you don't want to. But I figure, Amsterdam is the city of clubbing. It'd be a shame for my twenty-year-old self to not go to the club. If anything, I'll have a story for my grandkids."

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maxverstappen1 Yn and Oscar in Amsterdam. I'm scared they're going to burn my country down. liked by author

user70 she's so aesthetic

user71 do i want to be her or date her?

rolemodel come to my show

yn.jpg can't, i'm a busy, busy bee

rolemodel make her come to my show oscarpiastri

lando i love lurking in yn's comment section, she's my beyonce

user71 she knowLES

yn.jpg aww lando ur nice

oscarpiastri no he's not, he's trying to take my wdc

yn.jpg bad lando 😡

maxverstappen1 yours? bitch please

iamrebeccad you and oscar look so cute in slide 2 <3

user72 WHAT DOES SHE KNOW THAT WE DON'T

user1 lit nothing, they're just friends

user8 NOOOO user1 why are you off the ynoscar train

user1 i'm tired, i'm old and grey, i have no more hope

user73 who will be our leader now?

pierregasly yas queen

yn.jpg did franco teach you this?

oscarpiastri thank you to the random stranger who took slide 2 👏

user74 stop pretending you like her oscar, it's okay, she's annoying, we know

user2 i SWEAR i will commit crimes

Yn didn’t know the name of the club. She knew it was hot and the loud techno music was providing an incredibly steady beat, but she didn’t know the name of the people around her or the meaning of the lyrics or the type of alcohol in her addictive drink. She didn’t even know if she was having a good time.

She should’ve been. The appeal of Amsterdam, for all normal people, was the nightlife. But right now, Yn wasn’t normal. It was incredibly not normal how, despite the sea of good-looking men, all she could think about was her best fucking friend.

Oscar may as well have been a ghost the way he was haunting her. She’d liked him for years, but never had it felt less like a crush and more like a fucking need than tonight. Maybe it was how close in proximity they'd been, or maybe she just got tired of waiting. Maybe it was this darkened room full of strangers that made her realize she wanted Oscar to be anything but.

He probably didn't want the same. On the train, he was the one to insist they were solely friends, as if he could read her mind in those precious moments and see how her cheeks reddened at a brush of his hand. He was the one in Rome who assured her that friends could too sleep in the same bed. Every word out of his mouth felt like an attack on her most precious secret. He had to know. But, fuck, if he knew.

If he had known and not taken her into his arms in the way she'd envisioned him doing, it might be worse than any other possibility. She'd danced with men, she'd kissed them, she'd loved them, but only one could she laugh, cry, and just be with. And it was the one who probably saw her as a sister.

This is why I haven't talked to him in a while, she reminded herself. The last time she spent too much time with Oscar, these stupid fucking feelings arose. She almost kissed him on the balcony as they shared a slice of pizza. She was out of her mind, so she needed to be out of his vicinity. But she had to keep coming back. They had this promise that they'd grow old and gray together and tell their respective kids about their adventures as idiotic twenty-year-old selves. How could she survive until then without letting these feelings spill out, like the red wine that night in Bali four years ago?

She had to talk to him. No more missed opportunities on balconies or lingering looks in dim rooms. No fucking more. Pushing through the crowd, Yn wrestled her phone out of her clutch, struggling to focus her vision on her contacts. Once she tumbled through the exit, she rang Oscar, waiting and unknowingly teeter-tottering.

"Yn?" his deep voice answered--had he been sleeping?

"Osc!" she sang, twirling as she did so.

"Is everything alright? Are you drunk?" In the background, she could hear him shuffling out of what was presumably bed.

"I'm a lot of things," she dragged out, swinging her clutch around.

"What's going on, do you need me to pick you up?" Why was he so fucking perfect?

"That would be nice," she said, shy all of a sudden. "You're always so nice to me, Osc. It's not fair. It's like you're an angel and I don't think I deserve that."

"Where are you?" he asked, ignoring her comments.

Yn giggled. "I don't know, the name is in Dutch or something." Even though she couldn't see him, Yn knew Oscar had rolled his eyes.

"Okay, describe what's around you."

"Um, there's a metal gate with like a shit ton of stickers on it. It's like an alley here. Wait, let me move out of the alley."

"How'd you get there earlier?" His voice close to the phone, creating the slightest sense of static.

"I walked. Why? Wondering which shoes I'm wearing? You always care so much about my shoes, and I think it's cause I care about them. See? Nice."

"I asked because if you walked it must be near the hotel. Stay on the line, describe more."

"I'm between two tourist-y stores. There's also a flower shop in front, but it's closed. But it's not on the other street. I'd buy you flowers. You don't get enough flowers, Osc. I know I send them when you win a race, but you deserve them every day."

"Description, Yn."

"Okay. Tall, handsome, soft brown hair that sometimes looks bad--sorry--hazel eyes, really fucking cute teeth, God, your teeth make me want to die--"

"Of the street, Yn."

"Oh, yeah." She gulped. "There's a mushroom sign. On a nearby building."

"Give me a second, I'll find it." While Oscar stayed quiet, with the exception of a few soft clicks on his phone, Yn kept talking. Maybe too much.

"I shouldn't have gone without you," she admitted. "Not because I can't, I can, but I don't like to. I'm here with you. With Oscar Pastry. I should spend time with Pastry. I don't even want to fucking club. Everything I want, I can get from you." A moment passed before Yn started chuckling. "Well, I can't get that," she dragged it out, almost in song.

"I see you," he said over the phone, quickly hanging up after. Yn turned around before hearing his voice from the other side of the street. He was still in his pajama pants, a classic Oscar Piastri plain white t-shirt to match. How could he look so good? When he was near enough, his hands went to her arms, stabilizing her. "Are you alright?" His eyes were darting around, and it really made her feel bad for what she was about to say.

"No," she simply replied. Oscar gaped at her, confused and even more worried. "I haven't been fucking alright for so long, Osc. I... I can't be alright when you're here and you're perfect and you're my stupid fucking friend? It's not fair. I mean, how can a girl be alright? I don't even know how to answer that. I don't even know--"

"Yn, what are you saying?" he asked, his grasp on her arms lightening.

"You know what I'm saying, Oscar. I'm saying I don't want us to be friends. I don't think I can take it. I haven't been able to just be friends for a long ass time. What I'm saying is..." she couldn't find the words. Her eyes met his and suddenly it wasn't words she needed, it was action.

She pulled him close and kissed him.

aaaaaaand that's part 3. a little less social media and a bit more writing but i felt it was necessary. hope you guys enjoyed!!!! final part coming soon <333

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𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dr.Strange's cloak starts acting odd after he comes back from a long mission.

𝐂𝐰: Bondage, getting caught?, protected sex.

What began as a self proclaimed mage meets an actual qualified sorcerer ended up in a tender relationship. To most people’s surprise probably. Sure, most of your time together consisted of one practice session after another but there were moments for tender affection too..er well somewhat. Because as of right now, the last time you two had genuine contact was about 4 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 12 minutes ago. Oddly specific, right? It wasn’t like someone was keeping track of it, oh totally not.

Ever since the beginning of that timer the both of you have been rather busy with work. While Dr. Strange was dealing with world class missions with some collective he'd been hesitant to work with, his own words ask him, while you were gaining magic experience little by little. Mostly boring paperwork and some acts here and there. On the off chance you actually got to put your powers to the test, you did not hold back for a moment. Gauging your own success and celebrating it all the same. It was your time to shine, your time to show people you could be trusted with future issues. So far you had a clear record, not a single thing had gone wrong on your little pieces of work.

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Currently sitting in Sanctum Sanctorum, you sighed in relief when another paper on the neighbourhood issues had finally been finished. Setting your pens down, you turned around to look at the view outside, nearly night time already. How many hours have you done this again? Three? Seven? Turns out the ‘one more report’ turned into another and another until a pile formed. Who would have thought you'd get fixated on paperwork instead of gaming videos.

Just when you were about to leave for your nightly routine before bed, a sudden portal popped up and in walked the one and only. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” You smiled softly, not mad, not disappointed. Just glad that your Stephen was safe and sound, after all getting together with a hero had its own fair share of rules as well as difficulties in the distance department. Though, after such a long time this had become the norm. At least now things could go normal, as normal as they could anyways.

“It's not been that long.” He said, the usual tinge of sass in his dialogue yet despite his words he still walked over to you like a tired pup after playtime. Hands falling around your middle while his forehead met your shoulder with a sigh. It was his silent way of asking for a bit of affection, backpedalling on his words without having said anything. A silent language only you knew. To which you just sighed and pulled him closer and prepared to press a kiss to his forehead before a sudden force yanked you two apart.

Raising an eyebrow you questioned, “Uh, is everything alright?” Expecting a clear answer turned out to be impossible since Stephen was just as perplexed as you were. “Mostly.” He said, suspicious but not wanting to put any ideas out there just yet. Finding the game of letting you figure it out rather fun. Needing more concrete proof of his ‘theories’ before he'd take action. “Alright. Well, do what you need to, I'll be going to bed. Goodnight hun.” A simple goodbye for the night since the two of you had different sleep routines.

The next morning, however, when you had expected to have a warm morning with Stephen, after a long time apart, it was cut off by a disturbance again. Having walked to the kitchen, the hot coffee poured into two mugs by Stephen as you wrapped your arms around his middle. Face buried into his neck while you sighed in relaxation. You didn’t have the time to press a kiss to Stephen's neck before a shattering sound came from the room over. Rushing in came the infamous cloak. Latching itself against Stephen before pulling him out the room. “Huh..?” You muttered out, now standing alone in the kitchen. More confused than you’d ever been.

The same thing kept happening over and over again. If you thought it was a coincidence at first then there was no denying that it was purposeful now. Every single time you and Stephen got affectionate with one another, that damned cloak managed to butt itself into the tender moment. Ruining it. For example, cuddling while watching tv? No, the cloak wiggled itself between the two of you. Going on a walk together? Nope, the cloak started pushing Stephen forward twice as fast as you could even walk. Even holding hands was difficult with how the cloak curled its sides inwards to prevent it from happening. Something was seriously off.

Day after day it grew into a few weeks. Annoying, long weeks without being able to touch your lover at all. This must be modern torture. Sitting before Stephen, you clasped your hands below your chin. “Sooo, I've noticed your cloak dislikes me.” You said while keeping your voice low in fear of the cloak listening in and somehow ruining this moment too, without ever managing to figure things out on how to fix it. “Finally. I was beginning to think you were actually stupid.” He said with a proud smirk, crossing his arms over his chest as if he had won some lottery.

“Right, then..why? It didn’t have a problem with me before.” You said, leaning back in your chair with a deep sigh. “Think about it. You go to another side of the world for a long while with someone. You bond, grow your friendship and suddenly it's time to go back. Would you want to leave your friend?” Stephen asked, finding some neat pleasure in playing mind games with you, seeing you follow his instructions. The good ones that were supposed to give you new perspectives to think about. Another thing he could feel proud about teaching you.

“No, I'd want to keep the friendship going.” You said, serious as ever while looking over at Stephen who had already fixated his gaze on you with an expectant glint. Urging you to piece the puzzle together on your own without him having to reveal it. It took you a few moments before you laughed a soft sound between surprise and disbelief, “Wait- Don’t tell me your coak grew jealous. Of me?” As funny as the idea was, it happened to be exactly that. Going on a mission with Stephen had left the cloak longing for more time alone with its owner.

“Honestly, I'm as surprised as you are. Never have I ever thought to see a jealous relic.” Stephen said then stood up to move closer to you. Leaning down to whisper into your ear that you guys should show this piece of fabric that it shouldn’t come between the two of you anymore or else it might walk in on something it probably wouldn’t like. The whole plan was easier than expected since you had no trouble getting handsy. It had been quite a long time afterall.

Waiting until midnight before getting to work. Or rather getting all up in each other's business. It started off as a simple make out, slowly adding hands that travelled. Your one hand was gripping the back of Stephen's head while the other pulled him closer by his hip while Stephen's hands were desperately pulling you close by your clothes. Hearing the racking coming from down the hall, you were sure it was going according to how you guys discussed. Maybe even better than anticipated given you have only just begun.

Sensing the heat grow, you pinned Stephen to the bed, smothering his skin with one kiss after another, leaving the occasional bites while your hand slid down to cup his growing erection. Smiling against Stephen's skin when you heard him sigh with need, bordering on a whine. A gentle teasing tug and you had him buck his hips up into your hand, it made you happy how easy you could make him crave you. Letting your lips find his once more you began making out again, all while your hands got busy with peeling off his clothes one by one.

The pile scattered over the bed. He was finally bare and vulnerable below you, oh so pretty just for you. Flushed and heaving from those gentle kisses that wet his skin and caressing hands that knew all of the hidden erogenous zones by heart. Melting this respected sorcerer to a puddle of neediness. Smiling down at him, you cupped his dick, slowly, teasingly jerking him. Wanting to make him cry and arch into your touch with barely contained whimpers before you’d give him the speed he wanted. Thumb purposefully pressing the underside of his dick, just below the leaking crown. Sensitive and perfect.

“You know-..oh shit…you know you don’t have to hold back, right?” Stephen breathed out, stopping his sentence each time you played into his weaknesses. Soft caresses, longing looks and that damn lustful look on your face. With a smile you leaned over him, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth before whispering, “I’m not..but if you want something, you’re gonna have to say so clearly.” Your hand, still busy with jerking Stephen off in agonisingly slow movements. This was Stephen’s way of getting what he wanted without losing his pride, you knew that yet you wanted to hear him voice his own needs rather than twist the words. Seeing as you wouldn’t budge from your plan to deliciously torture Stephen, he grew a bit overstimulated.

“Come on- just..fuck me already!” He suddenly groaned, his dick leaking pre all over your thumb by this point. Though as much as you would have liked to memorise this moment of Stephen breaking under pleasure, it had been a blur of orange lights and banging on the door. Oh yeah, you’d forgotten why you were doing this in the first place. The cloak. It had escaped its cage and came tumbling down the hall to barge in but with how needy Stephen had got, there was no way he was letting anything come between you two. Hence the sudden magic, the room filled with a few portals and through them he had forged his glowing whips. The initial idea had been to use them to block out the cloak from entering but seems like the sexual frustration had doubled the effect.

The door had been completely blocked off by a net of whip parts, all messy as they lasered the room like fairy lights. That was not all, in the middle of this mess of magic the whips had tied themself around your body. Hands behind your back, together at the wrists then around your torso, to pin your arms to your sides. Turns out that your Stephen might be a bit more a freak than he lets on, a side he only shows in desperation. He did not care that things might be all over the place, all he was focused on was getting you inside him. You tensed up a bit at the sudden bondage but seeing Stephen so eager was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Despite the awkward thrashing you could hear from the doorway, it seems the cloak really didn’t like this but knowing that nothing could be done about this moment made it leave. You didn’t notice when but at least it didn’t feel like you were being burned by an invisible gaze.

“Good..fuck- you were driving me insane you minx.” Stephen chuckled out and moved his arms to pull you down onto the bed by the whips. Almost puppeteering you with how crowded the bed suddenly felt. He wasted no time in clawing off your pants to get his hands on the prize, you could see the silent relief in his when he saw you hard and twitching against your abdomen. Seems like you did truly want this as much as he did. He held you in his hand jerking you eagerly for a moment before slipping a condom over it. You didn’t notice how or when he’d got his hands on it but it’s not like it mattered. You were about to reach heaven really soon.

With barely contained eagerness Stephen crawled over, straddling your hips to line himself up with you before sinking down. “Perfect..now that I’m in control..I’m going to do what I want.” He declared with a smile and forced himself harshly down with a needy bounce. His head falling back from the pleasure, making him clench around you like fist. A sigh left his lips before he gained a good momentum, hands neatly holding the whips steady while he lost himself to the pleasure. 

You could only watch as this genius of a man was fucking himself dumb on your dick, hair rocking along with his eager grinding, eyes closed in bliss, hands tightening around the ropes to keep you pinned all while his insides perfectly squeezed you dry. You, too, were having a difficult time holding back, each bounce from Stephen felt so ethereal that one might mistake it as a massage for your mind. He was so perfect for you, despite the fact he was keeping to his own rhythm, not letting you take charge for the night. Pleasure and desperation mixing into a deadly potion of lust.

Even when Stephen was reaching his peak, he refused to speed up, keeping a consistent tempo. A knowing smirk on his face as he felt his core tighten up, threatening to clutch around your twitching dick so hard it would make you see white. “Hun..please..just a tad faster?” You begged while barely being able to keep your eyes open, mouth fallen open and soft groans escaping every time Stephen took you deep into his body. Your voices worked together perfectly to create an orchestra of sounds. “Noo..after you teased me..I think you deserve this.” He replied with a whine of his own, legs shaking from how greedily he had been fucking himself on your dick.

“Please?” You begged again, louder this time since the peak was so close for you. Just a smidge more and you’d be able to feel the euphoria wash over you. Stephen only moaned in response, cruelly ignoring the plea for a good minute before he harshened his bouncing. His inner walls clinging to your dick like a leech before he pulled you under with him. A shuddering climax rushed over the both of you, drawing out loud cries of release. Both of you felt your bodies give into exhaustion with how backs were arched and muscles that were tensed.

Taking a breather, Stephen finally let go of his magic, falling forward to lie against your chest while your hands surrounded him in a comforting hug. “Dear lord..you were perfect..” You whispered out, pressing a kiss to his temple before shuffling against the bed. Groaning when your dick twitched in Stephen, feeling cozy in the warm cavern. “I was just giving you a piece of your own medicine.” He sighed and visibly relaxed against you, eyes shut as he muttered something about cleaning up later.

You gladly agreed and let Stephen fall asleep in your arms. Smiling to yourself at the sight of an unusually soft Stephen. It made your heart soar. With a grin you looked at the doorway where the cloak had been previously seen. “Take that.” You whispered and by the sound of an upset clank downstairs, the cloak had sensed you talking shit. It would get over it soon enough, it had to. Stephen was your boyfriend afterall, there was no way a cloak was going to get between you two.

[the-void-via]

Coming Home To Your Comfort Blanket

Fluff headcannons/drabble, Mateo Manta (Date Everything!) x reader

Heart divider by @enchanthing , Mateo divider by me!

It was hard finding a new job after getting basically laid off and experiencing a whirlwind of affection and friendship around your own house, with your surprise gift of the Dateviators.

But if things haven't gone that way, you never would've met the absolute love of your life, Mateo.

The personification of your favorite lap blanket, he turned out to be the sweetest man you'd ever met. It was no wonder you'd fallen head over heels for him.

He was almost lonely whenever you went to work after you got your new job, but the inanimals kept him company while you were away

You came home stressed, a lot

And it hurt him to see you that way, so he had an idea for the next time you came home

"Mateo?" Your voice rang out in the foyer, slipping off your coat and hanging it up on the coat rack. You said a quick hello to Dorian as he closed and locked the door behind you, trudging into the living room where your beloved normally was.

"Huh...baby?" You call out again, wandering into the kitchen to see Freddy talking to–

"Betty?" You tilt your head. "I don't wanna sound mean, but, what are you doing down here?"

She turned to you and gave you a soft smile, while Freddy gave you a toothy grin.

"It's alright, sweetie," She chuckled. "Mateo just asked me to watch in inanimals for a while, so I was talking to Freddy for what they eat."

You blink, somewhat surprised. Mateo never wanted to leave his little friends alone, but now he asked Betty to watch over them for a while?

"Oh," You mumbled, rubbing your sore neck. "Well- where is he now?"

"He should be upstairs in the bedroom," Betty twirled a lock of her hair on her finger. "He was gathering a lot of blankets, but he wouldn't tell me why."

"It's gotta be something for you, cool kid," Freddy beamed, patting your shoulder firmly, yet gently. "You've been working super hard lately, it's about time you took a rest."

You sigh a little bit and nod, bidding them goodbye before turning away and trudging upstairs, yawning and running your hand though your hair.

You enter the bedroom to find Mateo setting out blankets and pillows on your bed, too absorbed in his work to notice you entering the room. Until he goes to grab more pillows from the closet to put out, spotting you as he turns around. He suddenly smiles, quickly moving to set down the pillows and nearly run towards you, enveloping you in a soft hug.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," He hums, leaning back to press a kiss to your cheek. "I must've lost track of time, I wasn't ready yet."

You smile softly and tilt your head at the blankets and pillows pilled up on your bed. "What's all this for?" You blink. "Oh- it's not like, an anniversary or something? I-I must've forgotten, been too busy-"

"No, no, nothing like that," Mateo gently cuts you off, gently taking your hands in his. "I just...wanted to give you a little break." He chuckled softly. "You've been working really hard, and according to Betty, you haven't slept well recently."

Your face flushes a little. Damn you, Betty.

"O-oh. Well- I-" You try to speak, but Mateo cuts you off again.

"You need to relax and get some sleep," He says softly, nuzzling his face against your cheek. "You don't have work tomorrow, right? You can afford to get some rest, mi vida."

Your eyebrows furrow, "But- I-"

"Please?" He pulls you into a hug again. "With me? Just for a little while?"

Your hands scramble to grab onto his back, and you let out a soft sigh as you melt into his embrace. His arms tighten just slighrly around you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

He could tell he won you over.

"Alright," You finally sighed out. "I'll lay down and take a nap with you."

"Perfect," Mateo leaned back and kissed your forehead, then grabbed your hands and gently led you over to your bed. "Lay down, I'll go close the door."

You stretched and laid down on the bed, watching Mateo close all the doors and turn the lights off. He smiled as he turned back to you, climbing into bed with you.

You both laid down on your sides, and Mateo practically wrapped you up in blankets, afterwards wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you," He whispered to you, one hand petting your hair. "Sleep well, mi vida."

"Love you too..." You mumbled out before you closed your eyes, drifting off to the sound of Mateo's heartbeat in your ears.

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[nightshade962]

I tried to post this earlier it wouldn't f****** post and it didn't save so I'm going to try to redo it dcxdp prompt got inspired by those infection au of different fandoms it's not going to be 100% like that it just prompted me to think of this with those scary/creepy creatures

Okay so the jld and the JL have to work together for a supernatural issue Constantine has a contact that it has more Specialties in this Supernatural area this contact is Phantom and essentially the rest of his team as well they have to go to the forest to investigate something weird is going on disappearances random blood art sprayed around so they call and reinforcements to go investigate

They meet up with Team Phantom because it's in the Midwest I want to say kind of towards like the Appalachian area and they immediately see that these are kids though they do have some more experience then some of the adults that they work with so they're not going to question it they see they kind of joke around they take things pretty lightly in the beginning they're investigating these areas of the disappearances and weird bone and blood art going around this Forest now these creatures I'm kind of picture them as some sort of Native American Supernatural folklore I'm not going to name any of the ones that I can think of I don't know them very well and I don't want to offend anyone with it so really any sort of Supernatural creature in North America will do whether it's Native American or not but just that's kind of what came to my head from the little that I know

All the suddenly Phantom stops and is just staring at this tree line I tracking something one of the the adults that are there trying to tell him that they need to get a move on they need to go in the middle of them speaking Danny puts his hand over their mouth to stop them from speaking his eyes are still tracking something and he has stopped talking he became very serious team Phantom follows his lead they have come to the Revelation that if Danny stops quipping and making these idiotic puns something serious is wrong now the adult that I think he put his hand over I kind of want to be at Superman don't know why but that's what comes to my head Batman sees that this teenager who was quippy in the beginning has stopped and his friends have stopped as well and they're all very serious staring at this tree line tracking something Sam I kind of want to have powers from when she was taken over by overgrowth so she hears the plants talking and they're warning her that she needs to get out of there that they need to get out of there some things there so her and Danny start prompting everyone that we need to leave we need to get out of here Superman removes the hand off of his mouth and starts asking why talking relatively loudly Batman starts backing up the kids that gets the rest of the JL and jld attention because if the bat is agreeing with these kids they need to leave they start making their way back when all of a sudden Danny senses that he is about to be attacked so he starts a swing around and fires an ectoblast at the creature tries to get that the creature to follow him when he sees the creature trying to go after the rest he tries to lead them away Superman jumps in trying to protect the kid and trying to help he's so used to him not being able to be hurt by many things that he was a little bit careless and that carelessness is what caused him to have a wound scratched across his back large gnarly gashes from one shoulder to the opposite hip he is bleeding heavily he's not healing something was on those claws that prevented his healing they don't know what this makes everyone start to pick up their pace on leaving the forest is so dense Danny is using his tangibility so much so he doesn't get hit because of that creature can take that Man of Steel down it can probably take him down and if he can't do a tangibility he is splitting his body and into pieces as much as you can holes removing limbs temporarily like he doesn't some of those episodes where he's like bending his body creating holes through his body The Flash can't get a good running start they still don't know what this creature is it's just Shadows bright eyes and gnarly Claws and teeth they run and they run as fast as they can without tripping without falling eventually there is a straight shot out the Flash grab Superman and runs so they can get him to a med Bay and get his room taken care of he still bleeding profusely they run into the parking lot of the forest that they we're investigating they're all breathing heavy they stop when they realize the creature can't cross the trees it can't cross the tree line they still can't tell what this creature is it is ginormous it Blends in with the trees in height all they can see is shadows and bright eyes staring at them the glow is so eerie it puts everyone on edge

They can tell that the creature is not happy that it can't get to them it hates them absolutely loathe them and if it can get to them it would spray their blood and use it as paint on his nest using their guts as Garland on the trees to decorate his place that creature is filled with hate and despise they don't know what it is Danny is still learning everything being the ghost King and all but he can only learn so fast after all he still has to balance being half alive Constantine and Zatanna have never heard of or seen a creature like this before everyone's going to have to go back and do research because they can tell if that creature can break out of the binds keeping them in that Forest on that land it will hunt them down kill them with no mercy using their own blood as war paint taking souvenirs probably no one knows how to get that feeling from this creature but just looking at its eyes puts those images in your head

They were catching their breath in the parking lot still when Danny suddenly gets a neon green sticky note on his forehead at the writing is written so fast that is out of the normal for a Clockwork this is something that he didn't even see and if you did he would have warned Danny and the fast Chicken Scratch writing completely different from his normal elegant cursive it should not have been awaken in team Phantom that sends a chill down their spines because if Clockwork didn't know that this would happen something is seriously wrong and they need to take a look at it for now though they're going to go check on Superman to make sure he's getting treated and maybe they can get whatever stopped him from healing from his wounds so they can run some tests so you'll be better prepared the next time and there will be a next time there is no getting out of this one rather they go back on their own course or that creature comes to them hopefully they go back first cuz who knows what would happen if that creature got out in the world

This is another one of my Rambles when I originally try to post it it was at 2:30 a.m. but now it's 3:00 so I guess I'm just testing to post at 3:00 a.m. when I do these Rambles feel free to explore on it and make it better and if you do take it to write a fic I just asked you give me a link so I can go read it if I think of more I will add until next time

[superhoeva]

aaaaaand I want Rick Grimes to bend me over a tree stump and fuck me after he survives a fight, with who idk, but all that adrenaline would make him feral and I want to be on the receiving end of it. 👏👏👏

tw(s): smut (+18), p in v sex, rough sex, irritated!big dick!rick, f!reader, blood (mentioned), fighting (mentioned), bodily fluids (mentioned); set sometime during the s5!alexandria period (where rick is lowkey outta his mind and more often than not covered in blood lol) ⋆·˚ ༘ * word count: 0.8k

Rick looks straight out of a nightmare–face caked in blood that isn't his, shoulders tight, and rutting his dick into you with barely contained growls of self-indulgence.

You don’t know who he had fought or why, yet the adrenaline is still wafting from him at an incredible speed. It surges throughout his entire self, pulsing with a heated vengeance as he snaps his hips against you, hand keeping you pressed into the half-broken stump of a tree the two of you had stumbled upon.

Target practice was all he’d grumbled to Deanna when she’d asked what business he had outside the wall, not bothering with explaining himself any further before calling for you to join though a simple With me.

‘Target practice.’ It’d make you laugh if the tip of Rick’s cock wasn’t ramming itself into your innermost terrains. Splitting you open so deeply that he has to cup a hand around your mouth to muffle the groans that punch out of your chest.

He’s pissed, you can tell. Not at you particularly, and, in fact, you’re the only thing that’s keeping the bubbling anger at the bottom of his stomach just that–still there but simmerming low enough to keep his head more often than not. These people, with their dinner parties and their haircuts and their leaving the tower empty, should be lucky you’re here. Glad that Rick has the opportunity to channel his dissatisfaction into this eye-rolling, ferocious stroke. Reserved only for you and the way your ass looks when it smacks back into him.

“They got not fuckin’ idea what they’re doin’ here, do they?” Rick growls the question quietly, not bothering to listen for an answer. He gets like this when he fucks you sometimes… growly and babbling with no filter, under a pussy induced trance. (His pussy Rick had declared one day.) “Deceivin’ themselves into thinkin’ they’re safe when they can’t even man their walls. But not you, though–nah, you get it. You get me, you help me… keep me sane ‘n warm. Make sure the group feels loved and secure, keepin’ us together. Keepin’ me together…”

Rick is panting, and you’re weeping out noises into his hand now; at his words and the slick gathering along his girth. Moving his other hand from your back, Rick wraps his arm around your front and forces you upwards. Groaning at the new angle, he quickens his pace with an exactness that weakens your knees. Desperate huffs of air peppering out of him, the man fucks you with a fervor that forewarns you to how close he’s getting. How badly he needs you to cream your mess while he’s stuffed inside you like this.

God, he’s huge. Rubbing against your walls with veins that track his entire length. Thick head stretching and punching you a total of four more times before he has to cover your mouth again, vacuuming your wails into his rough palm. He has to bite his tongue a few seconds after, the squeezing and gushing of your hole enough to milk out the thick, filling ropes of his cum. Rick grunts his way through it, cock pulsing hard enough to force his mouth open with unsteady groans. He gives you one last solid thrust before letting himself stay tucked inside your drooling heat.

“God,” Rick breathes, bending to bury his face inside your neck. He’ll explain the blood that rubs off onto your skin to whoever questions it with ease. Walkers. She handled it, though. Just like always. Shaking his head, he laughs a little. A bit calmer now that he’s fucked out his indignations. You’ve eased his troubles, just by being you. “Pussy like this doesn’t make much sense, darlin’.”

You let the quiet stand as your answer, Rick patting your side tenderly before easing out his softening cock.

Neither of you say very much as you regain your breaths. Rick pulls up your panties and cargos. You button and zip his jeans, the man barely letting you finish the action before reaching to cup your face. His thumbs stroke your cheeks and he stares at you hard. Not blinking and watching you scan the mess of his face.

“Better?” You finally question, soft and already-knowing. Rick puffs a laugh, lips quirking with a half-smile. Sniffing, he nods… and then nods again because he’s completely certain of his answer.

“Mm-hmm… always am with you,” he eases out. “Didn’t rock ya too hard, did I?”

“Might need to hold your arm for the walk back,” you tease, pulling a wide grin from Rick. “But I think I’ll live.”

“Yeeeah, you better,” he drawls, moving to peck your lips. When you dodge the kiss, Rick pouts into a fake frown. “What, you don’t like me, now?”

A chuckle shakes his chest when you shove him away with a drunk grin. “You’re filthy.”

“You never cared ‘bout that before.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug, turning and starting a half-hidden limp in the direction of the commune. “Changed my mind. Don’t like you.”

Rick takes two quick strides to meet your pitiful pace, swatting his hand right onto your ass, and smirking at the squeal you let out. You're nudged into his side, arm automatically looping with his as you keep walking. Keeping you close. Tight.

“Hm. Pussy says otherwise, sugar...”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Carmen Berzatto X Reader: Sweet Symphony

Warnings: smut, car sex, oral (f receiving), handjob, penetration (p in v), public sex (it happens in a parking lot so yeah i guess), no use of y/n, mutual pinning, cursing, kissing, dirty talk, female anatomy, male anatomy.

Word count: 4K (idk how that happened, i swear it's worth it 😅)

There were about a thousand other things Carmen should’ve been doing right now.  The restaurant was still made up of tarps and chunks of wood and debris. He needed to call a plumber. And an electrician. And a builder.  He needed to figure out the menu. Get the staff. Handle the permits.  There were a million other things he should be doing.

But he wasn’t.

In fact, he wasn’t anywhere near the restaurant.

Carmen currently found himself sitting in your car, parked in the middle of a near-empty lot, as you blasted the radio. You hadn’t shut up for the last thirty minutes. You couldn’t. There were too many things to say, too many thoughts to share.

And Carmen listened—not because he needed to, but because he wanted to. Because it mattered to you. 

He enjoyed the way your eyes lit up as you spoke about the music. He didn’t understand half the technical terms you used and probably never would, but that didn’t matter. He loved the way your hands moved through the air, describing a specific part of a song like you were conducting it.

He wondered if this was how people felt when he talked about cooking. Did he light up like this? Did his hands move the same way?  Did people look at him the way he was looking at you now?

Carmen had been so focused on the way you looked as you talked that he completely lost track of what you were actually saying. You noticed. You always noticed.  You snapped your fingers in front of his face to bring him back.

“Yo, Carmy? You still with me?”

“What? Yeah—sorry.”

“I’m boring you with my music talk, huh?”

“No, no—of course not. I was just—”

“Jesus, Carm. I’m joking. You’re all good.”

This happened a lot. Sometimes Carmen got too caught up in the sight of you, in his thoughts about you, that he missed whole pieces of conversation. You never seemed bothered by it. You never held it against him.

But it happened enough for you to notice—how his eyes would glaze over just slightly, or how he’d be so focused on your face that he didn’t compute a single word coming out of your mouth. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Who wouldn’t want Carmen Berzatto staring at them like they were the only person left on Earth?

“I could play at the restaurant,” you said suddenly.

You surprised him—it was obvious on his face.

“I mean, think about it. You could have live music on, I don’t know, Saturday. Then I could go, and I could play.”

“…Okay. I’d need a stage.”

“No, fuck that. I don’t need a stage to play.”

“Okay. What about payment?”

“Jesus, Carmy—way to spoil the mood.”

You were toying with him. You couldn’t help it. Carmen was an easy target. You loved seeing the way his brows crinkled when he thought he’d actually managed to piss you off. He never did. Well—maybe if he really tried, he could. But he never had. Not once. And yet every time you teased him, you still got him. Every time.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” Carmen muttered, but he was smiling when he said it.

You leaned back in your seat, kicking your feet up onto the dash like you lived in the car. Like this was your shared little world where nothing outside mattered—not the restaurant, not the bills, not the creeping anxiety that clung to Carmen like grease in his skin.

“Yeah, well,” you said, tilting your head to look at him, “you keep coming back, don’t you?”

He did keep coming back. Not because it mattered. Not because he had to. But because you were a break. A break in the constant anxiety and dread that filled him. A break from the restaurant and its never-ending chores.  A break from his mind. Here, in your car, locked away from the rest of the world, Carmen felt like he could breathe again. It didn’t matter that he didn’t understand what you were talking about half the time. The sound of your voice—the simple presence of you—managed to calm him.

So yes, he kept coming back to you.

Even if maybe there were other things he could be doing with his time.

You always made sure he had nothing left on his plate before letting him melt into your passenger seat. You didn’t let him hide here if there was something waiting to be resolved. And even when he said, “I’m good, I’m done for the day,” you still checked with Syd. Not because you didn’t trust him.  But because you didn’t want to be a burden.

You didn’t want to be the reason the restaurant fell behind.

Because as much as you selfishly adored your time with Carmen— as much as you wanted to keep him here, tucked away with you forever—you knew what the restaurant meant to him. How much it meant to be building something again. It meant something to him, which meant it meant something to you too. Because he meant something to you. 

Carmen’s eyes raked over your face before shifting to the place where your hands thrummed against your thighs. You seemed so at peace here—so angelic against the light of the setting sun. Carmen often thought that, in moments like this. But he never told you.

“You look really pretty.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

It wasn’t like Carmen to say things like that. Not to you. Not to anyone, really.

He was quiet with his feelings—kept them pressed down, folded into corners of himself he rarely let people see. And even though you were close, even though you spent hours like this—just being together—he had never said anything like that before.

Not really.

You glanced over at him, searching his face for a sign that he was joking, or distracted, or thinking about someone else entirely.His brow furrowed slightly, like maybe he was already regretting saying it. Like the words had slipped out before he could shove them back down.

But he didn’t take it back.

You felt your stomach twist, just a little.

“…What?” you asked, not because you didn’t hear him, but because you needed to be sure.

Carmen looked away, jaw tight. His fingers tapped lightly against his thigh—nervous, fidgeting.

“I just…” he started, then stopped. Swallowed.

“I think that sometimes. That you look… you know. Pretty.”

You stared at him for a moment, completely still. Because you’d known he liked being around you—sure. You’d known he cared. But this? This was different. 

Your heart beat louder than it should’ve.

You didn’t really know how to respond.Maybe you should thank him, but that felt too superficial, too odd considering the situation. Carmen Berzatto had just told you that he often thought you looked pretty—and that was doing something to you that you hadn’t expected it to.

You’d always had a sort of thing for him. The Berzattos were a handsome family—it was easy to fall for their looks. So yeah, when you were younger, you thought Carmen was cute. But then you started to know him. Started to hang around him. Actually became his friend.

And the thought of him being cute melted into something else.

But he had too much on his plate already, and you didn’t want to just pile on another thing for him to be worried about.

Friends don’t look at friends the way you look at Carmen.And Carmen doesn’t look at you the way he looks at his other friends—the few ones he does have.

So you let yourself sit in silence for a moment, running over a million thoughts at the speed of a second. And then, before you could chicken out,before you could convince yourself that it wasn’t worth it,you removed your feet from the dash and began to lean over the center console so you could reach him.

When your hand touched Carmen’s thigh, his head snapped up from the window to look at you. He hadn’t even realized you’d moved—not until you were practically on top of him.

And you stayed there for a second. Not moving. Not talking. Just letting your breath and his mingle.

His eyes darted from yours to your lips and you took that as your shot.You pressed a gentle kiss to him, backing away softly in an attempt to allow him to take in what had just happened.

But Carmen didn’t need to think. In fact, he’d almost shut off that part of his brain in that moment. Because if he started to think, he would chicken out. And he didn’t want to lose the opportunity you had just granted him. So before his brain could even compute it, he had dragged you onto his lap, hand settling at your waist as he kissed you again.

Carmen’s lips trailed from yours down to the hollow of your neck, soft and searching. You tilted your head, giving him better access, heart pounding in your chest like a drum. His fingers pressed firmly at your sides, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

You could feel the heat radiating from him, the subtle shift in his breathing as desire laced every movement. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t urgent—it was something deeper, slower. Like discovery.

Your hands found their way up, tangling in his hair, feeling the slight roughness beneath your fingers. He responded with a low sound in his throat, pulling you into him again.

The radio hummed somewhere in the background, but it was just noise now—everything else narrowed to the warmth of his skin, the press of his body, the steady beat of your shared breaths.

Carmen’s lips left your neck to meet yours again, more demanding this time, as if he was catching up on all the things he’d been holding back. Your hands slid down, tracing the line of his shirt, feeling the strength beneath, the promise of more.

You ground your hips down onto Carmy’s, causing him to let out a low groan. You smiled against his lips, repeating the action. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body pressed harder into yours, matching the rhythm you set.

And then he pulled his mouth away from yours. You wondered for a moment if he’d changed his mind. Wondered if you were going too fast for poor Carmy. But he surprised you.

“Get in the back.”

You raised your eyebrows at the sudden shift in his voice. Where had the shyness you knew so well gone? Carmen seemed to catch onto your amusement, his hands moving to caress your ass. He smiled as you gasped at his actions.

“You started it.”

“And you’re gonna finish it, Berzatto?”

Carmen smiled at you—full of mischief.

“Get in the back and you’ll find out.”

That was all you needed. You climbed over the center console, sitting in the backseat. Carmen didn’t even need to ask you to take your pants off; you were already stripping them when he managed to get to the backseat. His eyes raked over the newly exposed skin, hands moving to knead it like soft dough. 

Carmen’s hands didn’t stop kneading, their touch slow but deliberate, as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You were practically lying down in the back seat, Carmy hovering above you. The car felt smaller than it had a couple of moments ago, the air charged with a sort of unspoken need.

You let out a soft breath, your fingers trailing down his arms, feeling the strength beneath the fabric.

“Can I see you without the shirt?”

Carmen was surprised by your question. You’d been so prepared to undress yourself before him, but you worried he wouldn’t be as comfortable doing that. Instead of answering, his hands released your body for a moment, tugging his shirt off. Your palms traced his body as he leaned down to kiss your neck again.

His hands moved over your stomach, fingers skimming against the edge of your shirt. You nodded your head at him before he even asked the question, hands moving to help him peel your shirt off. When the shirt slipped over your head, Carmen’s lips met yours again, slower this time, more deliberate. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

You could feel the heat pooling low in your stomach, the pressure of his body pressing against yours. His fingers trailed lower, brushing over your ribs, the bare skin beneath your bra.

“Can I?” he murmured against your lips.

Your breath hitched as you nodded, lifting your arms just enough for him to slide your bra straps down your shoulders. His hands cupped your breasts gently, thumbs circling your nipples through the thin fabric. Your head lifted slightly off the seat as Carmen leaned down, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while his hand continued to caress the other.

You could already feel the wet spot forming on your underwear. Carmen wasn’t much better off—his boxers were already stained with precum, his dick twitching with every soft sound that escaped your lips. And every sound did feel like music to him, which felt appropriate, considering your profession.

His lips trailed lower, moving from your breasts to your stomach, and finally to where you needed him most. He hooked his fingers around your waistband, pausing for just a moment to meet your gaze in silent question before tugging the fabric down your legs.

The space was tight, but Carmen was determined. He managed to settle between your thighs, his face mere inches from you.

And then he leaned in.

Your body jolted at the first touch of his tongue. A soft gasp escaped you as your hand found his hair, gripping tightly as he continued working you open with slow, deliberate movements.

Carmen groaned softly against you, the sound vibrating through your core and pulling another breathy moan from your lips. He was taking his time with it, dragging his tongue through your folds, slow and focused—like he was tasting something he’d been craving for a long time.

Your thighs twitched around his shoulders, and he only pressed in deeper. One arm curled beneath your leg to keep you open for him, while the other reached up, hand sliding along your ribs until his thumb brushed over your nipple again. Every point of contact lit you up.

“Fuck, Carmen—” you breathed, voice catching as your hips rocked against his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to glance up at you, lips shiny and eyes heavy.

“Yeah?” he said, voice hoarse. “That feel good?”

The teasing lilt in his voice was new—rough and low, coaxed out by the way you fell apart for him.

You nodded, too far gone for words. Your fingers tightened in his hair as he lowered his head again, tongue circling your clit before sucking softly, rhythmically. You gasped, a sharp, broken sound that made his hips twitch beneath the denim.

You were close, and he knew it. He could feel it in the way you pulsed against his mouth, in the way your thighs tried to close around his head.

He didn’t let up. If anything, he doubled down—sucking harder, tongue flicking in just the right way, fingers now slipping lower, pressing inside you without warning.

Your back arched off the seat, a cry spilling from your mouth as the pleasure hit all at once, wave after wave rolling through you. Carmen didn’t stop until you were twitching under him, your grip in his hair loosening, chest heaving with the force of it. Only then did he lift his head, dragging his mouth across your thigh with a breathless laugh.

“Jesus,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

You were far too breathless to offer a witty quip in response. So instead, you tugged him up by the chin and kissed him, messy and needy. You could taste yourself on his lips, the mixture of you and him almost intoxicating. Your tongue moved over his, hands clinging to his biceps as you tried to keep him close.

It was too much for Carmen to handle. Being this near to you, yet still not close enough, was driving him insane. And you could see it. You could feel it in the way his body trembled as he tried to hold himself up. You could feel it in the bulge straining against his jeans. With every movement of his tongue, he rocked his hips into you—his clothed dick dragging against your thigh, desperate for friction.

You shifted one of your hands from his cheek, palm trailing down his body until you reached his belt. You didn’t know how you’d managed to do it one-handed, but somehow, you got his belt off. You caressed him through his boxers, reveling in the soft moan that escaped his lips at the action.

“Someone’s excited to see me.”

Carmen couldn’t help but laugh at your words, his forehead resting against yours as you smiled. Your hand slipped beneath his boxers, soft fingers wrapping around his dick. Carmen bucked into your hand unconsciously.

“Yeah? Like that?”

He’d gone quiet all of a sudden—just nodding at your words.

“Come on, Carmy. Where’s the loudmouth I know and love?”

“Fuck you.”

You grinned. “There he is.”

You shifted your grip, fingers moving over his head as you continued your languid strokes. He kissed you again—maybe in an attempt to shut you up. Or maybe to stop himself from groaning out loud. You nipped at his lips, tugging them between your teeth.

“Wanna hear you, Carmy,” you whispered against his lips, your voice low, sultry, commanding.

Carmen groaned — this deep, wrecked sound from somewhere in his chest — and you felt his whole body shudder in response. His hands gripped your hips like he was grounding himself, but his resolve was slipping. Fast.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, almost like a prayer, breath hot against your skin.

“Haven’t even got to the best part yet.”

Your words sent a shiver of desire rushing through him. Yes, he had wanted to keep going—that’s why he’d told you to move to the backseat. But to hear you acknowledge it, to hear those suggestive words slip from your lips, ruined any self-control he had left.

Without warning, he shifted, guiding your body further down the seat. His fingers hooked around the edge of your underwear, tugging them fully off this time and tossing them somewhere behind him. His hands spread over your thighs, pushing them open as he settled between them, his gaze trailing down your body like he was memorizing it.

“You still sure?” he asked, voice rasped and a little wrecked.

You nodded–breathless, aching. “Yeah. Fuck, Carmy—please.”

He lined himself up, pressing the thick head of his cock against you, teasing you with just the tip. He watched the way your body reacted — how your hips lifted toward him, how your breath hitched — and he swore under his breath. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmured, and then he pushed in slow, deep, agonizingly, deliberately.

Your head fell back with a gasp, hands gripping his shoulders as he sank into you inch by inch, filling you completely. The car felt even smaller now, the heat between you overwhelming.

Carmen stilled when he was fully inside, trying to catch his breath, to keep from coming right there.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed against your neck. “Fuck, you’re warm. Oh god.”

“Carmy,” you whined, biting your lip as you tried to adjust to his size.

He growled — actually growled — and pulled back before thrusting into you again, harder this time. You moaned, nails digging into his skin.

The rhythm started slow, deep, grinding — like he wanted to savor every second — but it didn’t take long before it grew messier, more desperate. You wrapped your legs around him to pull him closer, to let him hit deeper. He bit into your shoulder, hips snapping against yours in a rhythm that had you both panting.

“You feel so good,” he groaned. “Fuck—just—so good.”

Your lips brushed his ear as you whispered, “Don’t stop, Carmy.”

Carmen’s hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging in just enough to remind you he was there—anchoring you even as his movements became more urgent, more desperate. Each thrust hit deeper, sending sparks of pleasure bursting through every nerve ending.

Your breath hitched with every collision, a mix of gasps and moans tumbling from your lips, the confined space of the car amplifying every sound. The way he moved—rough yet careful—made you feel cherished and possessed all at once.

He kissed down your jaw, teeth grazing your skin, leaving a trail of fire. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as your bodies moved in perfect, heated sync.

You were going to come. You could feel the coil tightening with every thrust. And when Carmen started mumbling words of praise against your neck, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

You met his gaze, eyes shimmering with need and something softer—trust, desire, something unspoken that hovered between you.

“Carmy,” you breathed, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, “I want you to come with me.”

His pace faltered for just a moment, but then he nodded, lips brushing against yours in a promise.

The sun was long gone; the only light illuminating the car was a crappy one from the parking lot. You were sure anyone who passed by could tell what was happening inside. With how rough Carmen was moving, you’d be surprised if your beat-up car wasn’t rocking along with the rhythm. But you couldn’t care less. Let them see. Let them watch the show.

The tension coiled tighter, muscles burning, heart pounding. Your world narrowed down to the feel of him, the sound of your joined breaths, the heat that bound you both.

And then, with a shuddering groan, Carmen tipped over the edge, his body trembling as he spilled inside you, every inch of him alive with release.

You clung to him, riding out the waves of your own climax as the world outside faded away.

For a long moment, you just held each other—breathless, tangled, the world outside reduced to distant noise. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling of the car as you tried to catch your breath. You could feel the warmth that still radiated from Carmen's body beside you. Could feel the scratch of his jeans against your bare legs as he shifted into a more comfortable position. 

Carmen rested his forehead against yours, voice thick with exhaustion and something softer. “You okay?”

You nodded, fingers tracing lazy patterns across his sweat-dampened skin. “Better than okay.”

A tired smile tugged at his lips. “Damn, you’re something else.”

You laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. “So are you.”

Neither of you spoke for a while, just breathing in the closeness, the newness of what had shifted between you.He smiled, a slow, genuine smile that made your heart twist. 

“I don’t want this to end.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the honesty.

“Stay over,” he said quietly, his voice almost a plea. “Sleep in my apartment tonight. Let me wake up to the sight of you in the morning.”

The smile that broke onto your face could have replaced the sun. You tugged him into a soft kiss.

“Okay… but you’re driving.”

His brows lifted in surprise. “Wait, what?”

“I can’t feel my legs,” you teased, nudging him gently.

Carmen laughed—a low, warm sound—as he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around you. “Alright, alright. I got you.”

After you both got dressed and Carmen settled into the driver’s seat, you made your way to his apartment. You watched the city pass by as you drove, Carmen’s hand resting on your thigh—a soft reminder of what had happened. A silent promise of more to come.

[tentakrule]

URGENT WE ARE FACING POSSIBLE HOMELESSNESS

I recieved this text from my landlord an hour ago:

He is in the process of evicting the two other tenants in our bedsit house, and if we continue to fall behind, I have no doubt we'll be out too.

It's one crisis after another in my life lately, even though I am trying my best to improve. Just yesterday, I passed my certification exam for cybersecurity, and will be looking for entry level tech jobs as soon as possible, but I am still only on government assistance, and my partner is doing gig work, and trying to get on social assistance himself, since he has sciatica and injuries from working physical jobs in the past. I'm doing my best to fight through my chronic depression and pain issues.

We owe our landlord two months of back rent, since I have only been able to make small payments to him in dribs and drabs while keeping us and our cat fed and medicated. I make $1000/month and we owe him $1400 currently. We will owe him $2100 on the 1st of July.

Cutting off our wifi will mean my phone goes out of service as well, since I use a wifi-based phone app, which is tied to all of my banking and job applications and government accounts. This is a time when I need to access all of those things to advance us to the point where we can get back on track.

I'm selling off my Switch games and will be taking any and all commissions, as many as I can. I'll have an updated discount price list this evening.

Please, if anyone at all is able to donate so I can give him something, here is my PayPal link.

I know I have been in need a lot lately, but the cost of living is insane and the job market is even worse. Even though I'm going to the food bank and getting almost everything at the dollar store, we still can't save any money. I am trying my best.

Please reblog. I know I'm asking for a lot, but not having a phone or internet access and a very likely eviction notice coming our way, I'm panicking. We'll have to give up our cat Cleo if we go into a homeless shelter.I'm begging. I am abandoning dignity. I'm fucking desperate.

$1,586.95 / $2100

We're so close to being able to fully pay back our landlord. Thank you SO much, everyone has been extremely generous and I'm really grateful for all of you. 💜

[sdmnpact]

Tequila Mockingbird.

Will Lenney x Reader, angst to fluff

[] tw: messy relationship, drinking

[] a/n: sorry my first will fic is angsty but when I listened to this song, the first thing that popped into my head was will getting drunk... I've also been getting into will and james excessively these days... feels like I've used this pic before but idk where so i'm sorry... enjoy!

[] 700+ words

♪ Now Playing: Tequila Mockingbird - The Buttertones ♪

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If I told you I loved you would you leave me alone? Let's not sit around, but it's wise to stay home 'Cause infront of everyone, you'd just make a fuss Making fools of the both of us

You and Will were not perfect. You had your ups and downs but it was never serious. Small arguments would arise every now and then but you knew he loved you and that's all you needed.

People would often talk about how terrible your relationship is but you didn't care. You loved him back and that was all he needed. You often drank with each other and things would get messy but it would always end in kisses and cuddles by the end of the night.

Tonight was messy but different.

You and Will had decided to go to a pub and you were a few drinks in already. You weren't drunk but you were almost there. You laughed, sang, and held onto him as if your life depended on it. You kept pestering him with questions like 'do you love me? do you think i'm pretty? how much do you love?' all night. He loves you but he was tired of you asking and would try ignoring you sometimes.

You would get frustrated and angry at him. Insults were said and judgmental looks were thrown your way. You didn't care but he was visibly embarrassed. To suppress the embarrassment he felt, he drank more, getting drunker himself. 'I love you's were thrown around like they meant nothing because he didn't want you to insist anymore.

And I can count on one hand When I've been on command I'll drink too much and make creepy demands When I'm this way, all you have to say Honey you're making fools of the both of us

He wasn't doing well either. The more he drank, the wilder he became. His voice boomed throughout the entire pub, his words get sloppier as he let himself loose. This time, he was the one making everyone look towards you two. He kept trying to pull off his shirt, dancing to no music, and began swearing like a sailor.

You felt embarrassed this time. People kept telling him to calm down but he refused, only listening to you. He sat down next to you, fiddling with your hand as you talked to him in a soothing tone. You told him things you loved about him, things he did that made you happy, and how much he makes people happy.

He loved listening to you as you talked. You could've talked about anything in world and he would still happily listen, as long as he heard your voice. After a while, the topic would change from random thoughts to sweet nothings. His hand running up and down your leg, trailing closer to your inner thigh.

He whispered things in your ear. Things that he wouldn't normally say in public. He explained how perfectly shaped your body was, how flawless you were, even going as far as explaining what he wanted to do with you in the bedroom later.

Your cheeks were flushed, partially from the alcohol but also from the vivid image he painted of laying you in bed and eating you out. You fanned yourself as he smile, content with how flustered he made you.

We've nothing to lose I don't mind if you don't Mind if we're okay Let's go outside we survived But no lying down yet

The night drew on and finally it was time to go home. You walked hand in hand, shoulder on shoulder, down the streets of London. You couldn't walk straight but you held onto each other tightly for balance.

'We were fools earlier.' You said softly. He stopped in his tracks, confused of what you meant. You explained how you two behaved earlier, the realization of how crazy you were acting hitting you just now. He insisted that it was fine and people change when they're drunk.

You went on about how each of you felt like you were taking care of the other throughout the night and your behavior was not okay but he just waved you off, continuing to walk without you. You pulled on his shirt causing him to stumble back.

He raised his voice slightly upset that you were bringing this up again as this wasn't the first time. You began listing ways that your relationship could be heathier if you took certain steps but he wasn't listening.

'Please Will.' You grabbed his hand, looking at him, sadness evident in your eyes. You saw his mood change immediately at the sight of you, his eyes softening . He took a deep breathe and pulled you in for a hug. 'okay.' You felt yourself relax in his arms. Your sadness being replaced with reassurance as you stood together embracing each other.

Many times over I cross a line But your head's on my shoulder So I feel all right Guess in the end, it's been time well spent

Tonight felt different. Usually, you would arrive home and have another argument about your behavior but tonight, you sat together on the couch with a film.

He held you tightly, whispering reassuring words into your ear. There was definitely a change and you could feel it. The love between you, now electrified by wanting to become the person you each deserve.

[staylovesmiley]

Going Dumb~ Chapter 15

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Notes; This is an omegaverse!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; omegaverse!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one omegaverse story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

Things were starting to get…tense, so to speak, between you and some of the members.

The show in Singapore went over well and in the days back home in Korea before heading to Australia for a few weeks you found yourself with very little alone time. Sure, you had a day off here and there where you expected to be able to relax but instead you were pulled away to vocal lessons with Seungmin or dance practice with Minho. The alpha and beta were wearing you down and you often came home more exhausted on your days off than you would if you had been working. You didn’t understand why they were taking this joke so seriously, why they kept insisting you train at an idol level, until a few days before you were set to leave for Australia. 

Chan had called you into the studio and your first thought was that he maybe just needed your assistance with something or wanted some company while he worked. It wasn’t unusual for you to lounge on the sofa in his studio while he worked, giving his track a listen when he felt like he needed outside input even though you weren’t sure of how much help you really were. When you arrived you felt a little sense of relief that for once in what felt like so long you weren’t coming to the company to be drilled in singing or dancing, you could finally relax a bit and enjoy your time off. That feeling, however, didn’t last long. 

“What the actual fuck, Chris-“ 

The producer held out a headset to you, holding the door to the recording studio open with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “Please just try it? If you hate it then we can scrap it- I just….i wrote this song because I couldn’t get it out of my head and I think it would suit your voice so perfectly.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. This wasn’t a joke anymore, and to them maybe it never had been. You shook your head at him in disbelief and turned to leave. “Bunny please wait- just hear me out!” You flipped him off, already tired of this game they had been playing. You had too much going on right now, too content with the life you had with them to make any changes at this time and throw off the balance. Why couldn’t they understand? It hurt a little to leave the alpha there without a word but you just…you couldn’t deal with the pressure right now. You were not idol material and your outburst all those months ago at the met proved that to yourself so why didn’t it seem to dawn on them that this was a bad idea.

As you headed for the elevator you ran into Felix who gave you one of his warm and cheery smiles “Hey Bunny! What are you doing here on your day off?” You frowned, looking back over your shoulder at the alpha leader’s studio before turning back to the alpha in front of you. “Nothing just…checking on Chris. Making sure he isn’t working too hard..” You could tell he knew you were lying, most likely knowing at least some of the others plans to turn you into a star. If he did know, however, he didn’t mention it as his smile stayed firm on his lips and he stepped forward to run a hand through your hair before patting your head fondly. “You’re always looking out for us, thank you. I was just heading out too to grab a bite to eat, wanna come with?” You sighed in relief, nodding as you linked arms with him. “Please? I need to get out and get some fresh air I think- this building is so stuffy and I’ve been spending far too much time in it for my own liking.” The dancer chuckled and lead the way to the elevator. You chose not to comment on how he had been coming from that direction originally, clearly not planning to leave as he had stated but in fact just arriving. But you were grateful to have his company so you kept that to yourself and decided not to question him and his choices.

The two of you went to a cafe not too far from the company, settling down in a booth far in the back with your respective drinks as you waited on your food to be served to you. “So what’s been up with you lately? I feel like I hardly ever see you at home anymore.” The blonde asked as he took a sip from his drink. You sighed, resting your head against the cool wood of the table in front of you. “Don’t remind me-“ Felix chuckled a bit, poking your head gently. “Has 2min been going too hard on you?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you when you eventually sat back up. “That’s an understatement…Chan now too, apparently. I thought you guys were joking about all that idol stuff, ya know-“ The alpha hummed a bit, giving his thanks to the server once your food was delivered to the table. “Yeah I kinda figured…but I don’t think the others realized you weren’t taking them seriously. Have you talked to them about it?” You sighed again, taking a bite from your sandwich. “Kind of? Any time I bring up how ridiculous they are being I get brushed off like they think I’m just not being confident in myself…” Felix nodded, swallowing his own bite of food before responding. “But that’s not it, is it?” You shook your head, running a hand through your hair. “No, it’s not…it’s- a lot to take in. Sure, when I was a kid I would have been over the moon at the idea of being an idol, or a singer in any capacity. But now? We are finally in a good place…things were so turbulent there for a while and you guys have the tour going on and I feel like I’m just now settling in to my role in the pack and as part of your team…I’m afraid this will ruin things again or put unnecessary stress on myself and them..” The dancer watched you carefully, taking in your words as he ate some more of his food before washing it down with more of his ridiculous sweet coffee order. “I understand what you are saying. Maybe you should sit them down and have a serious conversation about it? I get those three can be a little intense sometimes, I mean we all can. They see a lot of potential in you and I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t see it too but I get how overwhelming it can be. They will get it too if you just tell them..like really tell them, not in a passive way but in a serious way.”

You groaned a bit, rubbing at your face tiredly. “I know- but they just seem so hopeful about this for some reason and even though I’m scared I don’t wanna let them down…which scares me even more that I will.” Felix chuckled a bit and tore his chocolate croissant in half to place one on your plate. “Thanks-“ you said softly, giving him a warm smile before taking a bite. “Just trust me, okay? They will understand and hopefully will back off a bit until you feel ready, even if that is never.” You nod, feeling a little lighter after talking with the freckled alpha about your troubles. “We should do this more often, Lix. You’re a really good listener.” You didn’t miss the blush that painted his cheeks, hand coming to rub at the back of his neck. “I try- now let’s forget about all the stress of your pending idol status and my current idol status and maybe catch a movie or something? Just be…people for a little bit before we have to go back on tour?” You grinned, nodding enthusiastically before finishing up your food. “Don’t have to ask me twice, I’d love that!” 

You weren’t sure if Felix had said something to them, but it seemed like everyone finally backed off on all of the idol talk surrounding you at least for a while. It could have also been the excitement of going to Australia again after so long and for a few weeks at that. There was plenty of chatter from all of the members about what they planned to do once they landed and had some free time to kill in the country. 

Once you all landed and got settled in the hotel in Melbourne, you set to unpacking and going through your nightly routine when you noticed something very important was missing. “No…no no no- fuck!” You had practically dumped out the entire contents of your suitcase. Clothes, accessories, and toiletries littered the bed and floor as you ran your hands through your hair scanning the items for the little white box you were positive you had picked up from the drugstore before leaving. With shaking hands you made your way down the hall to Chan’s room, knocking so lightly on the door you weren’t sure he would hear you but soon the door was opening to reveal a freshly showered alpha dressed in a pair of loose fitting shorts and a blank tank top as he towel dried his damp hair. “Bunny! Everything okay? You look a little pale-“ He immediately stepped aside so you could enter. Once inside you continued to play anxiously with your hands as he closed the door and followed after you. “So um…I seem to have maybe, kinda, sorta forgot to pack uh…my suppressants?” You couldn’t face him pacing back and forth nervously as you bit at your lower lip. “I know it was irresponsible of me especially after last time and I really don’t know how I forgot- they were sitting on my desk with all my other vitamins to pack but I must have forgot to grab them-“ Chan sighs a bit, stepping up to place his hands firmly on your shoulders. Soft brown eyes scan over you carefully as his thumbs rub soothing circles over the sleeves of your sleep shirt. “Bunny, take a deep breath. It was an honest mistake, yeah? Let’s calm you down and we can talk about what to do from there.” You nod slowly, letting the scent of the ocean rolling off of him soothe your nerves as you both take a seat on the sofa. You angle your body towards the alpha, curling up into Chan’s side as he rubs your back slowly. “We’re gonna be in Australia for a while…there are a few options though- first one is we can try and find somewhere that will fill your prescription even though it’s kind of last minute.” You frown, burying your head in his neck with a whine. “That’s gonna be kinda hard considering I just filled it before we left- any other ideas?” Chan runs a hand through your hair, looking down at you with a soft and shy smile.

“Well we are gonna be here a while, right? But there is a chance you won’t go into a heat until after we get back and you have your suppressants handy.” You think for a moment, eyes closed so you miss the way he is staring down at you hopefully. “But what if I do go into heat? It would be like a repeat of earlier this year with Hanji and-“ Chan cut you off, shaking his head as he pulled away slightly causing your eyes to open. “Maybe, but this time we would be prepared. We can get whatever you need and set you up a space until it passes…and if you want one of us could help you through it-“ Your eyes widen, sitting up straight and facing him. “Chris you can’t be serious-“ He shrugged, a bashful smile playing at his lips. “I mean I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be willing to help…I’m sure we all would- just…think it over? Let me know in the morning and if you want I can start looking for somewhere to get suppressants from to last until we are back home.”

You sighed, shaking your head as you stood up. “Yeah um…I’ll think about it- thanks for helping me out and I’m sorry I fucked up and forgot them knowing we’d be here for the better half of a month..” In an instant he was standing as well, wrapping his arms around you and giving a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll figure it out, I’m just glad you came to me this time so I could help find a solution.” You shook your head a bit, biting back a laugh as your shoved his shoulder lightly. “Yeah yeah you’re just excited at the idea of helping me with my heat.” Holding his hands up defensively, Chan let out a chuckle. “Guilty- but please don’t feel like you have to go that route or if you do that you have to pick me…we are a pack and I’m sure any of the guys would be willing to help. I mean- Han helped you last time and things went well? I’m sure he’d be willing to help you again.” 

Blushing slightly, you nodded your head as you took a deep breath. “Right- well…just um- call around and see if we can get the prescription filled and in the meantime we will just see what happens? Kinda don’t have another option right now..” Chan nodded and gave a gentle kiss to your temple before leading you back to the door. “Go get some rest and I’ll try and take care of it, yeah? No need to stress now when we don’t even know if you’ll go into your heat while we are here.”

If only you were so lucky…

It was a few days into being in Australia, the same day as the concert in Melbourne, actually. You were helping the members back stage when one of the stylists noticed your scent shifting into something much sweeter than it normally was. “Um, Bunny? Are you feeling alright?” She asked softly as she pulled you aside once she had finished setting up her makeup kit. “Yeah I feel great! Why?” You weren’t lying, you felt pretty good. You had gotten a good nights sleep and felt like you had just downed a buckets worth of caffeine. That- should have been your first warning. “Nothing just…take care of yourself, yeah?” She glanced over at where the members were goofing off before looking back to you with a smile. 

You found it a little odd but pushed the interaction to the back of your mind as you got back to work. Your next warning was when you were helping some of the other stylists with dressing the members and found yourself with your face buried in Hyunjin’s neck as you inhaled his warm leathery scent deeply. The alpha dancer giggles as your breath tickled his skin, hand instinctually coming to rest at the back of your head. “Bunny what’s gotten into you- you don’t normally scent me like this..” your eyes widened and you pulled back so fast you almost sent the both of you tumbling where you still had a grip on his collar and he on the back of your head. “Oh gosh I’m sorry Jinnie- you just smelled so nice I got a little carried away….I should have asked first-“ It was then he seemed to get his own whiff of your scent and his pupils grew to match your blown out state while he looked you up and down. “No it’s- I don’t mind, you should do it more often.” You blushed and shook your head, seemingly snapping out of a trance as you hit his shoulder lightly. “Go finish up with hair and makeup, yeah? You’ve gotta save all that flirting for stay.” 

The last warning you needed was your energy from earlier fully depleting while the boys were on stage, curling up on the couch hugging one of Jeongin’s sweatshirts to your chest with your face pressed firmly in the collar where his scent was the strongest. You stayed that way until it was time to load up and head back to the hotel when you felt Changbin’s strong arms scoop you up to carry your lethargic form to the van. “Hmph? What’s going on?” You mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes with one hand while the other still held tightly to the maknae’s clothing. “The concerts over, bun- we’re headed back to the hotel…” The muscled rapper chuckled as he carefully set you down in your seat. Chan came into your field of vision then with a soft smile that was laced with some concern. “We need to have that talk when we get to the hotel, yeah? Remember, make a plan?” You were still a little confused from sleep and the pheromones he was pushing out towards you were not helping your brain fog. “What do ya mean?” You mumbled as you once again attempted to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Bunny…you’re in preheat- all of us can smell it.” Minho interjected from the seat beside you, distracting you from Chan climbing into the seat on your other side and helping to buckle your seatbelt. “Wha- but it’s too soon? Right?” You groaned a bit in annoyance, resting your head back against the seat as it finally settled in. “Hey, I said before not to stress so don’t stress okay? We’ll talk about it in private, okay? Do you want to just talk with me or have the whole pack there?” The leader’s voice was calm but you could tell he was holding back from scenting you right there in front of the driver. “Um- just you, if that’s okay? And Minho.” As you added the last bit the alpha to your left perked up curiously and looked over to his leader. “Yeah that’s okay. Just relax and we will talk about it soon. We aren’t that far from the hotel.”

Once you all arrived you were quickly ushered into the elevator with Minho on one side and Chan on the other, the rest of the members watching in different stages of confusion as you left them all behind. You made it to Chan’s room quickly and once you were seated on the couch with Chan standing in front of you and Minho sat in the arm chair in the corner, they both looked at you expectantly. “So Bunny, this is up to you…how do you wanna do this?” The eldest said as he rested his hands on his hips. From his tone of voice you would think he was talking about something as trivial as washing the dishes or cooking a meal but the expression he wore on his face told you he was a little on edge and eagerly awaiting your call on what you planned to do for your heat. “If you want we can set you up somewhere away from us and make things as comfortable as possible for you to ride this out so we don’t bother you or get in the way or ya know…make you uncomfortable-“

“I want Minho.” You cut him off mid ramble, face serious as you looked over at the alpha in question who sat with eyes as wide as saucers. “Me?” He asked quietly after a while, pointing a finger at himself as he looked from you to Chan. You nodded slowly, standing up to give your body a good stretch. “Yeah. Things will go faster with help, and I trust you.” Both alphas looked between each other and you multiple times without saying a word causing you to shift your weight between your feet awkwardly. “If you don’t want to that’s okay, I just- Chan had mentioned you guys might be willing to help and so I thought-“ It was your turn for your anxious ramblings to be cut off as Minho stood from his seat abruptly, almost pushing it back into the wall with the speed of his movements. “I’ll do it. Um- I mean I don’t mind if that’s what you want.” You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at his enthusiasm, shaking your head as you shifted your focus back to the topic at hand. “We have some time before it really hits…probably won’t be until after we’re in Sydney. We have an Airbnb for our stay there, yeah?”

Chan nodded, still looking at Minho almost….with jealousy? “Yeah- we do. There is a loft bedroom I can set up for the two of you. Unless you want a place just for you both? I can make the arrangements-“ He began pulling out his phone, presumably to book a place for you and Minho to spend your heat together in private. “No I uh…I want you guys there in case anything happens? Incase we need you guys- I don’t want it to be like last time with Han I want the pack there.” You watched as Chan swallowed hard before nodded, a shy smile playing at his lips. “We can do that. I’ll let staff know what’s going on as discreetly as possible and have them make sure we have all the supplies you guys will need….food, water, um- other stuff….” You laughed again as you walked up and gave the alpha leader a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Channie, you’re a good leader. I’m gonna go get some rest, you should too since we’ll be traveling most of tomorrow.” 

With that, you left both alphas alone. Once you made it back to your room you found Seungmin curled up in your bed scrolling on his phone. “Minnie? Whatcha doing here?” You made your way over to your suitcase and grabbed what you would need for a quick shower before bed, ruffling his hair on your way past. “Wanted to make sure you were okay…um-“ He locked his phone, setting it down on the bed before sitting up to face you. “You’re starting your heat soon….aren’t you?” You gave him a little nod, feeling a bit embarrassed discussing it with him knowing that in the past he seemed to get a bit jealous over you spending time with Minho and now you were about to share a heat with the man. “Yeah, I am-“ Seungmin nodded, looking down at his lap for a bit as he played with the hem of his sleep shirt. You hadn’t realized your talk with the two eldest of the group was long enough that he had time to shower and be waiting on you in your room. “Um- is it okay if I stay in here with you tonight? I’ve heard omegas can get really awful cramps during preheat and so I brought a few hot hands and thought maybe we could watch a movie until we fall asleep? I know it’s not the same as having a heating pad but-“ You couldn’t help but smile at his kindness, making your way over to kiss him softly on the forehead. “That’s very sweet, Seungmin. Yes, please stay? I just gotta wash up and then I’ll be right back yeah?” He nodded, his damp hair flopping almost like puppy ears despite its shorter length than in the past. You let out an involuntary giggle as you turned and made your way into the bathroom.

After your shower you came back and immediately flopped down onto the bed beside the main vocalist, snuggling up into his side causing him to shiver a bit with your still damp hair brushed against his neck. “No no, come on. Up.” You pouted a bit as he stood, tugging on your arm to pull you back into the bathroom. “What-“ He sat you down on the closed toilet seat and took the hotel hair dryer off of the wall as well as a fresh towel from the shelf. “You can’t go to bed with wet hair, you menace.” He teased, gently towel drying your hair some more before turning on the hair dryer. “Oh and you’re one to talk Mr CEO of menaces.” You giggled, flinching a bit as the hot air blew against your scalp. His eyes widened at the movement and quickly he turned the device off. “Too hot? Sorry-“ You nodded a bit, watching as he fumbled around a bit trying to get the temperature turned down before turning it back onto your hair. “Better?” You hummed, eyes closing as you let the warmth flow over you. “Mhm much better.” 

Once your hair was mostly dry you both went back to the bedroom and snuggled up close together under the covers, the beta opened up two of the heating packs he had brought and shook them until the began to warm. You placed them on your abdomen and sighed in relief, head resting on his shoulder. “Cozy?” He asked softly, arm coming to rest around your shoulders a bit hesitantly. “Very, thanks Minnie.” With a nod, he started scrolling through the options for movies while asking your opinion to see what you should watch.

The rest of your evening was spent curled up into the betas side as he gently played with your hair until you both fell asleep, the smell of sweet citrus and warm laundry filling the room and helping to lull you into a deep slumber.

author's note: Tumblr count your fucking days oh my god- you guys have no idea how difficult it has been trying to post this chapter...diabolical, truly- anyways please lmk your thoughts in the comments or reblogs as I love reading your reactions and predictions for my works~ how are we feeling about bunny’s heat and her choosing to spend it with Minho? I’m curious to hear what you think may happen next~~~

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