#so maybe not... maybe this is the right way to do it lol

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 7, Part 2

masterpost I am not a doctor lol

“And look up,” the doctor instructed before pulling away the pen light.

Danny blinked back the after images that it left. The eye exam certainly didn’t help, but the overwhelming feeling of seeing was better. Everything was still on the blurry side—too soft, too bright, too white—but it didn’t make Danny want to hide from the world anymore.

“Well, the good news is, your eyes are dilating and have no issue with movement. They’re just far too dilated. We’ll need to get you to an ophthalmologist to be sure, but I suspect that your vision will return to normal as the side effects of the event fade.”

“‘kay,” Danny rasped. He took a grateful sip from the cup Wally passed him before he tried to continue, “Same on the hearing, or…?”

Danny didn’t much like the way the doctor frowned.

“It could be,” the doctor said. It was clear the effort she was putting in to speak loudly and articulately enough, “but hearing doesn’t bounce back the way eyes can. I think it would be good to at least be braced for bad news. The good news, even if it’s bad news, is that you seem to still have some hearing in both ears, so you should be a good candidate for hearing aids.”

Danny rubbed at his face with a shaky hand. “Right. Thank you. What do we think about the hand tremors?”

“Another wait and see. But we’ll start you on some physical and occupational therapy. You and the Flash can be be PT buddies,” the doctor said with a little smile. She really was doing her best. “I also want everyone to watch for signs of seizures, especially more minor ones. Like a lot of the cases here, you’re a one off, but that doesn’t mean that we won’t do everything that we can to take care of you.”

“Thanks, really,” Danny said. “I think I’m just here for right now, so whatever works for those appointments? You can let Nightwing know when they are if I’ve crashed again or not remembering or something.”

“The memory issues should go away as you stay awake and get oriented, but I’ll make sure that Nightwing knows of all appointments also. I know it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re healing.” The doctor stood and rolled her gloves off. “Make sure to eat and hydrate while you’re awake, but rest when you need and keep the oxygen in when you’re resting. Flash—stay put and keep that IV in.”

“Yes ma’am!” Wally chirped as Dick showed her out.

Wally hooked his chin over Danny’s shoulder and pulled him back against his chest. Danny let himself slump back into the hold with a sigh. He found the straw to sip at just so that he didn’t have to say anything right away.

“Alright!” Dick said with a clap of his hands. “Food! As long as Wally drinks his smoothies and stays on that IV, we’re not on a restrictive diet, so Danny, what are you thinking?”

“Trash,” Danny decided. “Nuggets and fries and like a shake or something. Just salty trash.”

“Deal! Shake flavor and dipping sauce?”

“Strawberry I guess and like, honey mustard? Honey something. Surprise me.”

“Can do,” Dick said complete with a little salute. “I’m going to to let the others know you’re awake awake and get their food order too, okay? But I’ll keep the horde away for now.”

“Thanks,” Danny said with a grateful smile. He liked the all the Titans, but he really just couldn’t right then, not with his senses all off. Two was just enough. After Dick left, Danny leaned a little more firmly against Wally. “Nice to be able to finally touch you.”

Wally said something then cleared his throat and said more clearly, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Even though… just… some of those things might be permanent,” Wally said, voice almost dipping too long a few times.

“Yeah,” Danny sighed. “I really hope the vision isn’t. I’d like the tremors not to be too, you know? And the seizures would suck if they’re as bad, but I bet there’d be medication for that at least.”

When Wally sighed, it was with his whole body. “You’re so calm about it. I—Danny, you got hurt bringing me back, maybe for good. That… doesn’t that make you mad?”

Danny played with Wally’s fingers as he thought about how to answer that. “You’ve had to have been hurt as Flash.”

“I heal fast,” Wally pouted.

“Okay, lucky guy,” Danny said with a little snort. “But you have or Dick has. You know it’s part of being a hero.”

“You’re a civi right now. You’re a civi and I’m not. I know that even heroes can need rescuing, but you shouldn’t have been hurt because I fucked up!”

Ah, that was it.

Danny brought up Wally’s fingers and kissed them lightly. “Everyone fucks up. And part of me will always be that stupid teen who was a hero. I’ll deal with what this got me just like I deal with the aches and pains I already have. I don’t blame you.”

“You should.”

“I don’t,” Danny insisted. “And you have to respect me enough to know that I went into this willingly and with open eyes. If you can’t do that, then our date when we’re free from here needs to be a friendly dinner instead. I’m not going to be with someone who doesn’t respect my right to decide.”

Wally left out a huff of air like he was deflating. “Sorry. I didn’t mean too… just… hero guilt.”

“I get it, really I do,” Danny said. “But shove it aside, okay? Because both of us are here and alive and I think that’s a damn good outcome when dealing with unknowable forces of the space time continuum.”

“Nerd,” Wally teased.

“Oh like you aren’t.”

“No, I totally am,” Wally said, “but now I have someone to curl up and watch Star Trek with. I love Dick, but he’s an absolute pop culture heathen. He swings between cartoons and reality tv.”

Danny held back a laugh and nodded wisely instead. “Well, we’ll put on ‘The Voyage Home’, and he can fall asleep to the dulcet whale songs.”

“Perfect, as soon as you can hear better,” Wally promised with a soft kiss to Danny’s temple.

[criminalyapping]

due for trouble | waves

the pitt masterlist main masterlist

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: i start each and every thing i write with no ideas and no plans and i think with this one you can kind of tell lol. enjoy my writing slop!

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, language, age-gap relationship, medical inaccuracies lol

< part 3 | part 5 >

In the wake of your conversation, Jack doesn't know how to feel. Ok - scratch that - he's feeling a tornado of emotions. It's just that he doesn't know which one is the right one.

The biggest one? Disbelief. Disbelief about, well, kind of everything. Not once in a million years did he think that he would find himself in this situation. Maybe his head isn't quite wrapped around it yet, but he's stuck in a strange clinical, detatched headspace as he mentally compiles questions, things to do, and conversations to have.

He also feels the weight of guilt sitting on his chest. He did this, it's his fault, and now you're stuck with the consequences of his actions. You're a young, bright girl, who definitely didn't have this in her 5 year plan. And he's just appeared out of nowhere to you and thrown this wrench in your life.

He feels overwhelmed and scared and shocked and stupid and, if he's being real with himself, excited. And then maybe guilty for being excited?

Jack is not attempting to big into the tangled ball of emotions in his head, and focusing on what he can control.

'Emotions are like waves,' he thinks to himself, thanking his therapist, 'they come and they go, they are not constant,'

So, back to the things he can control, unlike his unruly thoughts.

He makes an appointment for you with an OBG-YN. Well he tries to, but the questions that the online appointment request form asks reminds him just how little he actually knows about you. He learns that you are allergic to bees, take topical medication for acne, and take anxiety medication as needed.

"Just for plane rides," you tell him with a laugh.

The OB does not work at PTMC. And has no connection to the hospital.

Jack picks you up in his truck and tells you what to expect from the appointment.

"It's not on my stomach?" you ask with a scared expression.

Jack chuckles, "No, unfortunately not. Right now it's too small to see that way, so it has to get closer."

"Closer being all the way up in my business?" you clarify.

Jack nods.

You shiver. "Fine, whatever," you say, determined not to think about it until it's happening.

Your OB (in network, you checked after Jack took the initiative to find one) is a nice lady who seems to be good at her job. She has a bright disposition and a polite yet detached warmth to her. She asks about your health history, recent travel, and a bunch of other things before excusing herself and saying that she would see you again soon.

A nurse comes in to take your blood, and shortly after, an ultrasound technician enters your exam room with her machine pushed in front of her.

You throw your head over to Jack, on the other side of you from the door, and stare at him with wide eyes.

"It'll be fine, honey, promise," he says through a giggle at your expression, grabbing your hand in his and caressing it reassuringly.

The very nice ultrasound tech does her business and while it wasn't fun, just a touch uncomfortable, and wishes you well as you're all done. You're handed a stack of images that you can't make heads or tails of.

"No heartbeat moment?" you ask Jack with a pout as you're walking back to the check-in desk, slipping the images into your pures.

"No," he sighs, "not typically until its a little bigger." he explains.

"Boring," you gripe.

You pay your co-pay (slapping away Jack's hand as he pulls out his wallet) and make another appointment for 6 weeks later.

Sitting back in the passenger seat of Jack's truck, you pull back out the images and flip through them.

They all look about the same, but the second to last one has some text written on it in white.

"Hi mom and dad!" it says.

You burst into tears before you're even done reading it.

"What?!" Jack asks, trying to both look at you and keep his eyes on the road.

"What, what?!" he yells, panic growing in his voice.

"It- it says," you sob, "it says hi," you are cut off by a hiccup, "hi mom and dad,"

"Oh god," Jack says to himself, running a hand down his face.

"Sorry," you cry, embarrassed.

"No, don't, you're okay." Jack consoles.

"Fucking embarrassing," you mumble as you wipe under your eyes.

"Be nice," Jack urges gently.

He pulls up to the curb in front of your apartment and turns in his seat to look at you.

"I'm sorry I have to go to work, now." he tells you. "I feel like I should stay."

"No, that's okay, Jack. I'm okay, I promise." you assure.

"Okay," he agrees. "Two, please." he requests, gesturing to the images in your hands.

You hand over a blank one and the "Hi mom and dad!" one.

He holds one in each hand and looks down at them with a blank expression.

"Okay," you say after a moment of observing him. "I'll see you later."

"Bye," he says, watching you hop down from his truck. "Text me!" he calls after you as you walk away. He watches as you climb the stairs and enter your apartment. Returning to his hands, he looks again for a number of moments.

'Emotions are like waves,' he reminds himself, putting the images into his cupholder and shifting into drive, ready to go home and don his scrubs for another night in the ED.

One picture ends up under a magnet on his fridge, and one, the one with the message, ends up in his wallet.

He finds himself opening his wallet and glancing at it several times throughout the night, pulling it out to run a finger softly over the glossy paper.

He's distracted, but not in the moments that matter. A consummate professional with his patients, but every moment that isn't filled with movement and imminent decision making is instead filled with thoughts of you and it. It being, well, it. Not even in his head is he filling that space with another word yet.

He takes measured steps up to the roof as his shift comes to an end, but not stepping past the barrier there. He leans against it, picture in his hands, and watches the morning sun inch higher in the sky.

"Well," a voice greets from behing him. Robby. "Good morning." he greets, coming to a stop as the other man leans against the railing next to him.

"Morning," he greets. He continues looking at the horizon as he feels Robby's gaze on his face.

'Whatcha got there?" he asks, gesturing to his hand.

Jack holds out the sonogram, still not peeling his eyes from the brightening cityscape.

Robby takes it out of his hands, pulling on his reading glasses and inspecting it.

He gives a low whistle.

"Mom and dad," he murmurs.

"How's mom?" Robby asks.

"She's fine. Nauseous, but fine." Jack says.

Robby clears his throat, pulling off his glasses.

"And how's dad?" he asks.

Jack takes a while to respond.

"I'm fine, too."

"Sure you are," Robby says placatingly. He claps Jack on the back. "Go home, man, get some sleep." he urges.

"Alright," Jack agrees and watches Robby walk back through the doorway to the roof. He watches the sun, higher in the sky now, for a few minutes more before slipping back downstairs and out of the ED.

tagging @michasia24 (thank u for the love) and lmk if you want a tag too!

[nevershootamockingbird]

[ Image One: A screenshot of a reddit post that reads: "AITAH for "training" a guy "like a dog"?

I (23F) have recently started seeing this guy (26M). he's super pretty, but he's kind of emotionally unavailable and he's alluded to an unstable/ unhealthy childhood.

for context, i also work w socializing abused and neglected dogs at a local shelter and i think about how much time i spend w the dogs is impacting the way i interact w ppl.

when we were on a date i started subconsciously making mental notes abt him like the notes id make abt a dog. for example, i noticed when we went out to dinner and i noticed he ate really quickly and was very anti-sharing (resource guarding) but when i offered to pay and suggested dessert it seemed to make him really happy and a little calmer (food-motivated); he likes when i pick where we go/ what we do (eager to please), etc. so, ive started using the tactics id use on a dog w similar problems.

recently a friend (22F) pointed out that it's weird that i keep peanut M&Ms on me w the specific purpose of offering the guy one when i see him, and offering them again whenever i can tell he feels vulnerable. she said that im being an asshole bc he's a person, not a dog so i shouldn't be "training him like one."

i don't think thats fair, im not trying to control him or anything, i just want him to feel comfortable w me the same way i need the animals im helping to be comfortable w me. humans and animals aren't THAT diff after all, we all just want to feel safe and cared for. the guy hasn't noticed yet as far as i can tell. the problem is, my "technique" is yielding really positive results.

AITAH? should i stop?"

Image Two: A screenshot of a reddit post that reads: "UPDATES/ CLARIFICATIONS

for everyone asking me if i've seen the big bang theory ep w this plotline: i have not

for everyone saying they think i am autistic: probably, yeah. i haven't been tested but maybe i should

i do not have loose m&ms in my pocket bc then they'd get all melty and gross - i keep them in a bag in my purse

ik the title was clickbait-y so i want to make some things clear. i didn't think of it as "training" til my friend said it was like i was training him, and that made me feel weird (and it's why i made the post)

i am not and never have been trying to "modify" behavior. what i noticed in him and what i notice in animals were stress responses. we only get aggressive over our food if we believe someone's gonna take it away. we get defensive over our spaces if we reasonably feel like they'll be violated. applies to both animals and ppl. i was trying to establish trust the way i best know how to lol

if he never shared fries and never wanted to park next to a car w wide doors again, that'd be fine w me tbh. i know he's not a dog, so he's not at risk of being euthanized or something"

Image Three: A screenshot of a reddit post that reads: "ON TO THE UPDATE PROPER YAY!"

so, to all of the ppl who told me i should tell him what im doing - you were right and that's what i did. turns out i was VERY WRONG abt him not noticing what i was doing - he apparently put two and two together pretty quickly after i started doing it. he didn't tell me he was on to me tho, bc he liked it and was worried id get embarrassed and stop if i knew that he knew. so we talked it out and it ended up not being a very big deal at all and im probably gonna keep having m&ms bc they're good. that's all i got for yall lol" / End ID ]

sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.

[rafayelxsylusho]

Totally understand if not willing but a request for a Raf or a Sylus drabble/fic

I'm on my period this week and miserable as hell so I've been thinking about my faves

Request:

You're on your period, miserable and both the boys want to help relieve your cramps and pain. Oral and the whole package, maybe a little blood kink? I can totally see either of them kicking their messy fingers fr fr

Thanks in advance if so! If not I totally understand 🤝 it's a niche request probably lol

(also really loved your recent Caleb fic)

I hope it's what you wanted! It's my first time writing something like this, if you do let me know so I can write something for Raf. ☺️

Tw: Smut/Period sex/blood kink?

If someone is not into this kind of fics please just skip it. Don't leave hate messages or comments. Thank you ☺️

🐦‍⬛RED🩸

The first sign was the dull ache that crept into your lower belly, a familiar throb that always seemed to arrive unannounced, like an unwelcome guest crashing your monthly party. You groaned, rolling over in Sylus' expansive bed and clutching your stomach.

Trying not to disturb Sylus as he sleeps, you get out of bed. The chill of the marble floor sent a shiver down your spine, and you wrapped your arms around yourself for warmth. It was only then that you noticed the red stain on his sheets.

Blushing profusely, you hurry to the bathroom. You didn't want Sylus to see the mess, didn't want him to know about your issue. It was silly, really, considering all the blood you'd seen as a hunter, but somehow this felt different. More intimate. More... personal.

You quickly shut the bathroom door behind you, leaning against it with a sigh of relief. The cool wood felt good against your skin as you tried to calm your racing thoughts. You didn't want Sylus to think you were some kind of mess, or that this natural process was anything to be ashamed of. But old habits die hard, and the instinct to keep this private stayed with you.

So you let out a frustrated groan, swiping angrily at the tears that had begun to fall. You hated feeling this way, hated the helplessness and discomfort that came with this monthly curse. It was times like these that made you question why you were even born a woman at all. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over your head, and block out the world until this nightmare was over.

There was only one thing that could help right now. A shower. So you stepped into Sylus' spacious shower stall and turned the knob, the sound of rushing water filled the room as you adjusted the temperature.

As the steam began to rise, you stepped under the warm spray, letting it wash over your body. You couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the familiarity and comfort of your own bathroom, your own space. This was Sylus' domain, his sanctuary, and while it was beautiful and luxurious, it somehow felt tainted by your current state. You wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by your own things, in a place where you could wallow in self pity without fear of judgment.

As you stood there, the warm water streaming over your skin, you couldn't shake the feeling of shame and disgust that had taken root inside you. No matter how much you scrubbed, no matter how hard you tried to wash away the blood, you knew that the stains on Sylus' sheets would still be there.

"Are you ok kitten?"

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as his deep, smooth voice cut through the sound of the rushing water. For a moment, you considered pretending you didn't hear him, hoping he would go away and leave you to your misery in peace. But the concern in his tone was unmistakable, and you knew you couldn't ignore him entirely.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just... I needed a shower." You stumbled over the words, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong. The shame and embarrassment burned hot on your cheeks.

"What’s wrong, sweetie? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine! Just go back to bed, Sy. Please.”

You gasped, instinctively trying to cover yourself with your hands as the shower door swung open. Sylus stood there. He was still in just his silk pajama pants, his chest on full display, droplets of water from your shower starting to cling to his skin.

"Kitten, you're pale as a ghost," his voice rumbled "And there's blood on the...oh"

He could see the embarrassment in your eyes, the way your body trembled under the shower's warmth. But he also saw the blood, the crimson streaks running down your thighs and pooling at your feet.

"This is none of your business Sy. Just go back to bed already"

"When you're bleeding, it's my business. When you're hurting, it's my business. When you're hiding in my shower hurting and bleeding it's my business"

"What the hell are you doing?! You can't just... I don't want you to see me like this!" you sputtered as Sylus stripped off his pajama pants, leaving him just as bare as you were. Your face flushed an even deeper shade of red at the sight of his naked body.

You slammed your hand against his chest, halting his advance into the shower. Your eyes flashed with a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and desperate pleading as you tried to maintain some semblance of modesty.

"Y-you can't come in here, Sylus! It's... it's not clean. I'm not clean!" you stammered, your cheeks burning with humiliation. You gestured vaguely to the pink tinged water swirling around the drain.

Sylus chuckled lowly as he easily removed your hand from his chest, bringing it to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke.

"I assure you, I've seen more than my fair share of blood in my lifetime. A little bit of it staining the shower floor doesn't bother me in the slightest."

He took a step closer, the spray of the shower misting over his bare skin, droplets glistening on his chest and abs. He looked utterly unbothered by your protests, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, so you might as well stop fighting me on this. Let me take care of you, like I'm supposed to."

"But..."

"Don't get the wrong idea I'm not trying to be a creep or anything, but I really think you're beautiful right now. The blood just makes you look more... alive. Fierce. Fucking gorgeous."

Your blush deepened, spreading from your cheeks down your neck and across your chest. Sylus' bold words left you speechless, your mind reeling at the idea that he could find you beautiful like this. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

"I know you're not used to someone seeing you as I do. Someone who appreciates every part of you, even the parts society deems... unsightly."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your jawline, your cheek, before finding your ear.

“I’ll prove it, you trust me, right?”

"Yes"

When he captured your lips with his own, you melted into the kiss, your body molding against his as if it was made to fit there. His hands roamed the curves he had grown so accustomed to.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he guided you backwards until your back hit the cool tile wall of the shower. You gasped softly into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, using it to his advantage to explore you further. His hands trailed lower, gripping your hips and urging you to relax into his touch.

A new cramp hits and a pained groan escapes your lips, muffled by his mouth. You felt his body tense against yours, his hands tightening around your hips.

"I can help," he whispered against your lips, "I promise. I can make it hurt less."

"We don't have to do this Sy, it can get really messy"

Sylus chuckled against your lips. He nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth.

"You are always messy for me down here, a little blood makes no difference. In fact... it only turns me on more"

He rocked his hips forward, grinding his erection against you as his hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the soft flesh.

"Just relax and let me take care of you. Trust me, sweetheart. It will feel so much better than any pain you're feeling now."

His touch felt measured and careful as he pressed a finger inside your cunt. He could feel you clenching around him, your body's instinctive response to his intimate touch. The wetness coating his finger was a mixture of your arousal and blood, but he paid it no mind, because to him, it was all a part of you.

"Fuck, kitten, you're so wet"

He pumped his finger slowly, steadily, his palm pressing against your clit. His eyes flicked to yours, burning with intensity as he spoke again.

"Don't overthink it. If I don't mind being covered in your blood, why should you? Just focus on how good this feels. Let me make you feel good"

He added a second finger, curling them inside you as his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He licked, nipped, and kissed a trail along your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point before sucking hard.

"Is it good, kitten?" he murmured against your skin "Tell me how good it feels to have my fingers inside you"

"I...I don't know..."

He paused, his fingers still buried deep inside your core as he felt your nails dig into his shoulders. He looked down at you, his eyes taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your lips parted around a weak gasp.

"Don't know what, sweetie?" he murmured "If you're not sure if it feels good, then I must not be doing something right."

He repeated the motion, pressing harder, stroking deeper, as if trying to prove a point. Your body clenched around his fingers, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. A moment later, he withdrew his hand, holding it up for you to see, letting the pink tinged water drip down his forearm, off his elbow, and onto the shower floor. The sight was strange, intimate, and somehow arousing, even as a part of you wanted to look away.

Sylus smirked at your wide eyed expression, finding your shock and awe oddly endearing. He dropped his hands to your hips, gripping them tightly as he effortlessly lifted you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your folds pressed against his rock hard lenght as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging your sensitive flesh.

Sylus groaned, a string of curses falling from his lips as inch after inch of his fat cock slid into your impossibly tight pussy. He had to go slow, fighting the urge to slam into you and take what he wanted.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight. Tighter than usual, but so goddamn wet. It's incredible."

Once he was fully inside you, he paused, his hips flush against yours. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, the black consuming the crimson until only a thin ring remained.

"You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock, I can feel every inch of your sweet cunt squeezing me. I don't know how long I'll last like this."

He gripped the undersides of your thighs tighter, holding your legs spread wide as he braced you against the tile wall. He took a moment to adjust his stance, ensuring he had the perfect leverage to take you with the force he craved. Then, with a growl that echoed off the shower walls, he pulled his hips back and slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

"Fuck...Sy!"

He groaned in response to your cry, the sound rumbling through his chest as he leaned into you, pinning you securely to the wall. His blood soaked hand came up to cup your breast, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He massaged your breast in time with his thrusts, his palm leaving red, finger shaped stripes across your skin with each pump of his hips.

And he could tell by the way your back arched and your nails dug into his shoulders that you were losing yourself in the pleasure, your discomfort fading away.

Your legs instinctively wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of his hard body against your soft curves.

The friction against your sensitive clit sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making your toes curl. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as if your life depends on it. The pain in your belly begins to melt away, replaced by a building heat that starts deep in your core and radiates outwards.

"I can feel you sweetie...you are so warm and tight...it feels good doesn't?"

"Yes," you manage to whimper out between panting breaths "It feels so good, please don't stop"

He didnt stop, he dipped his head down, his tongue flicking out to lap at the red streaks marking the soft skin of your breast. You watched in disbelief as he licked the blood from your flesh, his tongue tracing the path of his fingers. The sensation making your walls clench down hard around his cock.

"Ah, fuck!" He moans against your skin before he bites down, teeth sinking into the tender flesh, leaving indents that will surely bruise.

You feel your body seize up, muscles tensing and limbs trembling uncontrollably as one of the most intense orgasms of your life hits you. A scream tears from your throat as you come undone in his arms. Your head falls back against the cool tile, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure consumes every nerve ending.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he chases his own release. With a final hard thrust, he hilts himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his peak.

Warmth floods your core as Sylus' seed fills you, his cum soothing the lingering soreness in your belly. The sensation of his hips rocking gently against yours, working to prolong both your pleasure, calms your nerves and leaves you feeling sated. You melt into his embrace, your body going limp as the aftershocks of your shared climax roll through you.

When you glance down to where your bodies are still intimately connected, the sight that greets you leaves you breathless. Blood is smeared across his stomach, your thighs, and on his cock where it's still buried inside you. It looks like a scene from a violent crime scene, yet strangely arousing.

It's as if the exposure to your own blood, once a source of shame and disgust, is now a turn on.

He carefully set you down on your feet, bracing you against the wall until he was certain you wouldn't fall. As he stepped back, you couldn't help but glance down, taking in the sight of his cock, slick with both your mixed releases, swaying heavily between his thighs.

You shifted your weight slightly, surprised to find that the sharp, twisting pain in your lower belly had subsided to a dull, pleasant ache. It was a sensation that originated from the deep, intimate place where Sylus had just been, leaving you with no doubt about the true source of your newfound discomfort.

[4nyangnyangz]

just one time, right? 2️⃣

you asked and I delivered, here's part two!! enjoy <33333

this is a part 2/sequel of “just one time, right?”. i highly suggest reading it first before proceeding with this one!

pairings: pervy roommate!beomgyu x fem reader

tags/warnings: smut/nsfw content, minors dni!! friends to ???, more angst! slow burn, mutual pining(Y/N is still kinda confused lol), masturbation, oral(m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it!!), creampie, gyu is whiny and desperate (he also gets kinda manipulative at some point), fluff, there's probably more I forgot to mention.

wordcount: 7.5k!!

fic below the cut!!

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It’s been two weeks since that night.

Two weeks since you've kissed your friend. Two weeks since you've let him touch you in ways no one else ever has—since you've made a deal that you’ve repeated in your head so many times that it’s starting to feel less like a rule and more like a lie.

Still, things have stayed the same…on the surface.

You’ve both slipped back into your normal routines—laundry days, late-night ramen runs, and bickering over who left the bathroom light on. Everything looks the same from the outside; You laugh at his dumb jokes, you fight over the game controller like nothing’s changed. Like you didn’t just moan his name with your face buried in his pillow once.

Everything is back to the way it was.

Except…it’s not. Not really.

Because now, you’re aware of him. Really aware of him.

You catch him watching you during dinner, his chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth, eyes lingering just a little too long on your lips as you ramble about your day. When you're sitting on the floor playing games, your knees brushing his just slightly, and he doesn't move it. Sometimes, you catch the warmth of his hand ghosting over the small of your back when he reaches around you for the remote or a drink, like it’s innocent. Like it’s normal.

And you notice.

God, you notice.

You tried to ignore it at first, but how could you? Especially when you can feel your breath hitch when he's a little closer than usual. Your heartbeat skip when he smiles at you in a way that makes your thoughts go haywire. You’re becoming hyper-aware of him in a way that has nothing to do with friendship and everything to do with the way he made you feel that night.

But you tell yourself it’s nothing: You're just confused. A temporary glitch in your brain. Hormones. Residual tension. Whatever excuse you could come up with.

Because if you admit it’s more than that, if you admit you want him again—maybe even miss him—then you have to admit that something between you shifted, that the line you both crossed didn’t disappear after you pulled your dress back on and closed his door.

You keep thinking about what he said that night.

“I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

“I always thought you were attractive.”

You've been replaying those words in your mind on loop, dissecting them from every possible angle like a problem you’re desperate to solve.

He said he’s wanted you. He's attracted to you. Wanted to touch you. Make you feel good. That much was obvious. But you’ve been clinging to the difference—wanting someone isn’t the same as liking them.

Not in the real way. Not in the “I think about you when you're not around, I want to wake up next to you, I want to know every messy part of you and stay anyway” kind of way.

Maybe it was just about sex. Chemistry. Timing.

Maybe you were just convenient.

And Beomgyu…he’s not the type to—

A soft knock on your door cuts through the haze of your thoughts.

You blink, your heart skipping like it got caught off rhythm. You clear your throat and call out,“Yeah?”

The door creaks open just a little, and Beomgyu peeks his head in.

“Hey,” he says casually. His voice is soft, but it still ripples through you like a shiver. “Just wanted to let you know I’m heading out to meet the guys. I’ll probably be back late, so I won’t be around for dinner.”

You sit up instinctively, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear and trying very hard not to let your gaze linger. He’s wearing that loose black hoodie he always pairs with ripped jeans and his usual silver chain.

Nothing out of the ordinary, but something about the way it all hangs on him tonight, effortless and cool, makes your stomach flip.

Of course it does.

He’s just standing there. Being him. And somehow that’s enough to throw you off balance.

You nod quickly, too quickly, before responding,“That’s fine. You didn’t have to tell me, you could’ve just… texted.”

He shrugs, leaning a little against the doorframe.“I just figured I’d say it in person.”

His eyes linger for a moment longer, just long enough to make your chest tighten before he reaches for the handle.

“Don’t wait up.” he says softly.

He starts to pull the door behind him when, without thinking, the words tumble from your mouth.

“Beomgyu—wait.”

You don’t even know why you said that. It’s out before your brain catches up, and the door pauses, just a sliver of him still visible. Then, slowly, he peeks his head back in.

His brows are raised slightly in surprise. “Yeah?”

He’s looking at you like you’ve said something important, and now you have to figure out what that something is. Your mouth opens, then closes. Your thoughts are scattered. You wish you had something clever to say, anything that didn’t make your heart feel like it’s about to burst out of your chest.

“I just…” You shift on the bed, your fingers clutching the blanket a little too tightly.

“Can we…talk? Sometime?”

There’s a brief pause. He tilts his head just slightly, looking at you with softened eyes. And then, he nods. A small, quiet motion, but the understanding in his gaze nearly knocks the air from your lungs.

“Yeah, Y/N.” He says,“We can talk.”

“Not right now, of course,” you add quickly, waving a hand,“I mean—you don’t have to. Just… whenever you're ready.”

He gives you a small smile—gentle, warm, a little crooked in the way that always makes your stomach do that stupid thing.

“Okay,” he says,“Let's talk soon.”

And just like that, he’s gone again, the door clicking softly shut behind him.

But this time, the silence he leaves behind feels different. The air suddenly feels heavier for some reason.

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You’ve shifted in bed at least twenty times now, changed positions, adjusted your blanket, flipped your pillow over for the cooler side—none of it works.

You lie there, eyes wide open and locked onto the ceiling like it might offer some relief, but it doesn’t. It just stares right back, blank and unmoving, while your thoughts swirl like a storm you can’t escape.

Beomgyu.

That night.

You close your eyes tightly as you try to ignore the thoughts that are running through your head, but no matter what you do, you can't seem to stop thinking about him—about what happened.

You remember the heat of his breath against your neck, the pressure of his hips against yours, the sounds he made whenever you moaned into his mouth.

You can't stop thinking about how his body felt on yours, how good it felt to have him on top of you, how good it felt when he was rubbing his cock on your pussy.

You sigh in frustration and close your eyes once more. You turn around on your bed and cover your face with a pillow.

As much as you try to deny yourself, he's all you could ever think about. You've been wanting him again since that night.

You try to push those thoughts away, or forget it even happened, but it's no use. Your body remembers; It aches with the memory of him.

You hate that you feel like this. You hate how badly you still want him— even when you’ve told yourself so many times that it was a one-time thing, that it wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

Before you know it, your hand slides under the hem of your shirt, tentative at first. You don’t even realize what you’re doing until your fingers graze your skin and your breath catches.

You imagine it’s him. His hands, not yours. His lips at your throat. His voice low and rough, praising you, teasing you. You imagine him kissing you like he's been starved of it. You imagine his weight on top of yours as he touches you.

You want him. You want him so bad that you couldn't think straight.

You take off your shorts and throw it across the room. You start touching yourself, imagining that it was him.

Your hand moves with purpose, mimicking the rhythm of his hips that you so vividly remember from that night. You start imagining him rubbing his cock on your clit. You start imagining his cock sliding between your folds. You start imagining him fucking you.

“Mmm…” you moan softly as your fingers brush against your clit slowly.

Two of your fingers slip inside you, and you gasp at the sudden fullness. They curl upward, and you can't help but arch your back into the pillow, imagining his strong arms holding you down, his teeth grazing your earlobe.

You pump your fingers in and out, increasing the tempo, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. You're lost in the fantasy, in the delicious torture of wanting him so badly that it physically hurts.

“More please, Beomgyu...” You whisper as you imagine his tongue tracing the line of your collarbone, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh, making you squirm and moan for more.

Your thumb circles your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and you bite your bottom lip to stifle the cry that threatens to escape. Your body tightens, a coil of pleasure winding up tighter and tighter.

“Ahh...! Beomgyu!!” you groan, crying out his name as you come all over your fingers. Your legs start shaking, and your pussy clenches at nothing. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, and you ride it out.

When you come down from your high, you realize what you've just done. You’re still lying there, chest rising and falling slowly as your pulse calms, but something else starts to settle in the stillness.

Guilt.

Not the light, teasing kind, but the kind that coils in your gut, low and heavy and cold.

Because as the warmth fades from your limbs, reality floods back in—and it hits you all at once.

You just touched yourself.

To the thought of Beomgyu.

Your best friend.

Your roommate.

The same Beomgyu who made you laugh through hangovers, who stayed up with you when you were heartbroken, who’s seen you in ratty pajamas and no makeup and still called you cute just to make you roll your eyes. The same Beomgyu who held you that night two weeks ago like he’d been waiting forever to do it.

But still.

You haven’t even talked since then. Not really. Not about what happened, not about what it meant.

And here you are, lying in your bed in the middle of the night, using the memory of him to get off like it’s some casual fantasy. Like it didn’t mean anything.

But it did. You know it did.

But now, in the dark, tangled up in guilt and craving, you can’t lie to yourself about it. Not really.

You sit up slowly, the weight of it all pressing down on your shoulders. Shame crept up your neck, your cheeks. You run a hand through your hair, exhaling hard, like you could push the thoughts out of your head if you just breathed hard enough.

You haven’t even figured out what you feel yet.

You don’t even know if he likes you. Not the way you’ve started to think about him when it’s quiet. When you let your guard down.

You just know that it felt good, so so good—to pretend; To imagine that he wanted you like that, that he meant what he said that night, that it wasn’t just lust, that it could be more.

You stand up on shaky legs, reaching for your towel with the hope that a hot shower might scrub the thoughts off your skin. You don’t even make it three steps before you hear your phone buzz behind you.

You pause for a moment before turning back.

The screen lights up like a curse. You catch a glimpse of a text notification from Beomgyu appear through your lock screen. You stare at the message.

Beomgyu: I can hear you.

You freeze in place.

The air leaves your lungs in one short, panicked gasp.

No. No fucking way.

Your fingers hover over the screen for a second too long. Your mind is in chaos, racing, spiraling. The longer you wait, the more it feels like you have to say something before the silence turns lethal.

So you type without thinking, leaning on denial like it’s your last defense.

You: what are you talking about?

You hit send and immediately regret it. It’s flimsy. Weak. Painfully obvious. You can already picture the smirk pulling at his lips as he reads it.

His reply is almost immediate.

Beomgyu: I heard you moan my name just now. I know I wasn’t just imagining things.

You flinch, your mouth falling open just slightly.

The flush creeps up your neck so fast you have to sit down. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself against the full weight of humiliation crashing down on you.

Your hands tremble as you reply again, more desperate this time, like maybe there’s still a way to make this go away.

You: but you literally aren't even home yet??

The dots appear. Then stop. Then appear again.

And then,

Beomgyu: You seriously think I’m still out?

You immediately shift your attention to the top of your phone. Your eyes widen when you see that it's already 1:50 AM.

When did it get so late?

You’d been so lost in your thoughts, so lost in him, that the hours slipped right through your fingers. You’d convinced yourself you were alone, when really… he was here. Maybe in the room next door. Maybe just on the other side of the wall.

And he heard you.

The silence stretches now, this time from you. You stare at the screen, not knowing what to say, not even sure what you could say.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when you finally realize what's happening. You didn't even think that he might already be home.

You set the phone down, cover your face with your hands, and groan softly into your palms.

Then — another buzz.

You felt your heart jump into your throat.

You reach for it hesitantly, scared of what he might’ve said next. And when you finally gather the courage to look:

Beomgyu: I’m so hard right now. I need you. Help me out?

You freeze, fingers gripping the edges of your phone like it’s the only thing tethering you to the moment. Your heart is pounding — hard enough that you feel it echo in your throat.

You don't know what to say. You don't know how to respond.

Beomgyu: Y/N, please?

Your thumbs hover, unsure and nervous, but also... curious.

You: how?

You hit send before you can talk yourself out of it.

The moment stretches. A beat. Two.

Then, your screen lights up again.

Beomgyu: I’m outside your door.

You jolt, head snapping toward the door like it might vanish if you blink.

He’s here?

Like, right now?

You sit up straighter, adrenaline rushing through you in one wild, dizzying wave. You don’t even remember hearing his footsteps— didn’t hear the hallway creak or his soft knock.

But now, he’s standing just on the other side of that door. Waiting.

Your phone buzzes again.

Beomgyu: Open the door for me, please?

Your breath hitches.

With trembling hands, you retrieve your discarded shorts and panties from the floor, sliding them back on in a hasty attempt to regain some semblance of decency.

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before you tiptoe to the door. You pause, one last second of hesitation before slowly pulling it open. The soft click of the lock sounding louder than a gunshot in the stillness of the night.

And there he is.

Beomgyu.

His hair is a mess, like he’d been running his fingers through it over and over. He’s still dressed in what he wore earlier. That effortlessly casual fit that always looked too good on him, but now it’s a little rumpled, like he’d been pacing or shifting anxiously.

His chest is rising and falling faster than usual. And when his eyes meet yours, it knocks the air right out of you.

There's something hungry in them. Unmistakable.

He looks like he wants to say something— maybe explain, maybe apologize — but all of it dies on his tongue as his gaze sweeps over you. Slowly. Almost reverently.

Like you’re the only thing he sees.

And when his eyes return to yours, they’re darker now, filled with something raw, something intense.

He's looking at you with so much hunger in his eyes that it makes you weak in the knees. He looks like he wants to devour you. He looks like he needs you; Like he can't wait another second without you, like he’s barely holding himself back.

You open your mouth slightly to speak, but before you can even say anything, he's already on you.

He pushes you back into your room and closes the door behind him. He pushes you down onto your bed and gets on top of you. He starts kissing you passionately, like he's been wanting to do this for so long.

His hands explore you, tracing the familiar curves and planes of your body, igniting every nerve with each touch. The kiss deepens, and you lose yourself in it—breathless and dizzy.

“Beomgyu,” you murmur against his lips, the sound barely a whisper but loaded with feeling.

He breaks away slowly, eyes dark and shimmering with something raw and desperate.

“Y/N,” he breathes out, his voice thick and husky with desire that it's coming out almost shaky,“I need you. I need you so bad, it’s driving me crazy.”

You hesitate, looking away quickly, your cheeks burning, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.

“I wanted to talk to you first,” you whisper, “About what happened. Before… before anything else.”

His bottom lip trembles, and his voice drops to a whiny, almost heartbreaking tone.

“That’s not fair,” he says, sounding half upset, half desperate.

“You just—you got off thinking about me, and now that I'm here you won’t even help me? Please, Y/N…” He cups your face, turning your head slightly to make you face him,“Don't beat yourself up about this. We both know you want it. We both know that you want me. I can feel it.”

You couldn't speak. His breathy voice, full of desperation and need, suddenly sends a jolt of electricity throughout your body. He's so close to you, and it's making you dizzy with want.

But you can't just jump into this again without even talking about what happened. That's not how it should be.

“Beomgyu...I—” You try to say something, but you can't. He senses your hesitation, and his eyes soften a little.

You try to pull back, but he tightens his hold gently, eyes begging.“It's okay. We can talk about this afterwards...but right now,” he murmurs, voice cracking,“I need you, please.”

His desperation is almost heartbreaking, and despite every warning in your mind, your body betrays you with a tremble.

He's asking you for permission. He's giving you a chance to back out, but you don't want to. You want this. You want him. And that's all that matters right now.

You nod slowly, giving him the permission he's asking for. You move your hand to the back of his head, slightly pulling him in closer. He gets the hint and immediately captures your lips with his once more.

His hand trails down your body, touching and caressing you everywhere. He knows what he's doing, and it's driving you crazy. His hands are so warm on your skin, and his lips are so soft against yours.

You can't get enough of him. You want more and more of him. You want all of him.

His lips trail down to your neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. His teeth graze your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. He's making you feel so good, and you can't get enough of it. He's driving you crazy with desire.

“Been wanting to do this again, couldn't stop thinking about it…” he pulls away just a little, his lips moving up to your ear. He licks your earlobe teasingly as he whispers into your ear, his voice breathy and desperate.

“Fuck, Y/N. You don't know what you do to me.”

He bites your earlobe, and you moan in response. His lips trail down your neck once more, this time to your collarbone. He kisses and licks at the skin there, making you even more aroused.

You can feel his hard cock on your thigh, strained by his pants and it's making you even wetter. You want it. You need it inside of you.

“Beomgyu, please…” You beg, wanting more of him.

He looks up at you and smirks. He knows what you want. He knows what you need.

His lips start trailing down to your chest, his hand pushing your shirt up to reveal your breasts to him. He starts sucking on one of your nipples, making you moan in pleasure. His other hand is squeezing and caressing your other breast, making you even more turned on.

“Beomgyu—!” You can't help but moan as he bites and sucks on your nipples. The sensation was driving you to the edge.

He switches to your other breast, giving it the same attention as the other one. His hand is on your thigh now, trailing up to your pussy. He starts rubbing it through your panties, and you can't help but squirm at the sensation.

“You're so fucking wet, I wanna eat you out. Can I? Please?” He asks as he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

You nod, unable to say no to him, not when he's looking at you like that. And especially not when you want it too. He smirks and immediately takes off your panties. He throws them across the room before diving in, eager to taste you.

His mouth is on your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit. His tongue flicks at the sensitive bud, making you moan even louder. He's eating you out like a starving man, like he can't get enough of you. And you love it. You love the way he's making you feel. You love how he's pleasuring you.

His tongue enters your hole, making you moan out his name. His finger enters you as well, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. His mouth is still on your clit, sucking and licking at it. Adding another finger inside you, he starts to fuck you harder with his fingers, his tongue still on your clit. And it's driving you insane.

“Feels so good...Ah—Beomgyu!” you scream out, the feeling of his tongue and fingers on you all at once becoming too much for your to handle.

You can't help but move your hips, trying to get more friction. You want more of him. You need more of him.

You feel yourself getting close and close to your release, but Beomgyu suddenly stops.

You look at him, confused and frustrated at the same time. You were so close, and yet...

“Shit. Sorry, Y/N,” he pulls away from your cunt, his face covered with your juices as he apologizes. His voice is breathy and shaky as he quickly takes off his clothes.

“S-sorry…I can't hold it…need you to touch me…” He says as he hurries to take off his hoodie. His hands are quick to unbuckle his belt, and soon he's pulling his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock. He throws his clothes across the room, not caring where it lands.

You take him in, his naked frame hovering above you. You can’t help but let out a soft gasp at the sight of him.

Heat rushes straight to your core as you take in the sight of his naked body. Your cunt is leaking, and you know you’re already wet for him.

He sees the shift in your expression, and a knowing smirk forms on the corners of his lips. His eyes darken with lust as he looks at you, taking in the way you’re looking at his body. He knows you like what you see.

Without saying anything, he takes your hand and slowly guides it to his hard cock. It’s already leaking pre-cum, and you can feel the heat radiating from it. You can see the pre-cum oozing out of the tip, and you find yourself licking your lips at the sight. You want to taste him. You want to feel his cock in your mouth.

He moans softly as your hand wraps around his cock. You start pumping it, feeling him twitch in your hand as you stroke him.

“F-fuck, Y/N…keep going…” He moans, his eyes closing in pleasure as you move your hand faster.

However, your hand slows down as you lean closer to him. You plant a kiss on the tip of his cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes— as if asking for his permission to take him into your warm mouth.

His eyes open at the sudden change of pace, and he looks at you through hooded eyes. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. He’s looking at you with so much need and desire that it makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, like you’re the only one who can satisfy him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice breathy and hot with need,“You wanna suck me off?”

“Mhmm...” You nod, looking at him expectantly.“Can I?” You ask, your voice soft and gentle. He groans at your words, his hips bucking slightly.

Beomgyu's eyes widen a fraction, and he nods vigorously, the anticipation thick in the air.“Yes, yes, please.” He whispers, his voice strained with need.

You lean in, your plush lips wrapping around the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around the tip as you taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. You take him in deeper, inch by inch, feeling his size stretch your mouth. His eyes roll back in pleasure, his hands finding your hair, threading through the strands as he guides your movements.

You suck him with a passionate hunger that matches his own, your cheeks hollowing as you take him deeper, your tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft. The room fills with the sound of your wet, sloppy mouth working him over, and his harsh breaths and grunts of pleasure.

He's so hard, and you know you're doing it right. You moan around his cock, the vibration sending shivers through him.

“Feels so fucking good...” He gasps, his grip on your hair tightening.

You look up at him, your eyes watering slightly, but you don't stop. You love the way he looks at you when you're like this, like you're the only thing in the world that matters to him.

And just when you think you can't take it anymore, he pulls away, panting,“Wait—not like this, Y/N,” he says, his voice thick with need.“I want to be inside you when I cum.”

Your heart skips a beat and you nod, your cheeks flushed at his words. You're ready for him. You're ready to feel him inside you. You want him to fill you up, to make you his. And you know he wants it just as much as you do.

He moves closer to you, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. His hands roam your body, touching every inch of you. His touch sets your skin on fire, and you feel like you're going to explode with need. You’re desperate for his touch, your body aching for his cock.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at you. He positions his cock at your entrance, making you gasp as his warm cock slips between your wet folds. He rubs himself on your slit, making you even wetter.

“Fuck…” He breathes out, hissing curses under his breath as he feels how wet you are.

You feel his tip hitting your sensitive clit, and you can’t help but moan.

“Beomgyu...stop teasing…” You groan, your grip on his arm tightening.

You can’t take it anymore. You need him inside you. Now. You’re so wet, and you can feel your juices running down your thighs. You want to feel every inch of him inside you. You need to feel him stretch you out, to feel him pumping in and out of your tight hole. You want to feel your cunt gripping his cock like a vice. You want to be his, and you want him to be yours. And you want it all right now.

You move your hand from his arms to cup his cheek. You gaze at his dark, lust-filled eyes, your fingers moving to touch his soft, swollen lips.

“Please… I need you inside…” You manage to breathe out.

You know there’s no turning back after this, but you don’t care. You want him. You need him. You can’t deny yourself anymore. You can’t deny the way you feel about him. You’ve wanted him since that night, and now you have him.

He looks down at you, his eyes filled with so much desire that you can’t help but feel like you’re going to combust. His fucked-out face immediately darkens, like a switch has been flipped.

“Yeah? How badly do you wanna have it, huh?” He coos, his voice husky and teasing. His fingers find your clit once more, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub. You throw your head back and moan, unable to control yourself. His touch is driving you crazy with want. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s making you feel things you’ve never felt before.

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.“How badly do you want my cock inside you? Tell me, baby.” He whispers, his hot breath fanning over your ear.

You felt heat rush to your core at his words, the pet name sending shivers all over your body, your pussy clenching at the thought of finally having him inside you.

“I need it,” you whisper back, your voice breathy with need.“I need your cock, Beomgyu. Want you to fill me up, please…” You moan, your hips bucking up to meet his fingers.

He groans, and you can feel his cock twitch against your slit. He wants you just as much as you want him.

“Please, Beomgyu…” You beg, your hands gripping his hair tightly,“Please, I need you…” Your voice trails off into a soft moan as his fingers continue to work on your clit.

“Fuck…” You hear him whisper, his voice strained.“You want my cock that bad, huh? Gonna feel so fucking good, baby… gonna make you feel so good…” He smirks, his eyes gleaming with desire as he continues to rub your clit.

You nod, biting your lip as you look up at him,“Yes… yes… please… Beomgyu, I need it… want your cock so bad…” You moan out, your hands moving to grip his arms.

He groans again, his cock twitching against your slit once more.“Fuck, if you keep begging like that… I'm gonna give you what you want, baby… Gonna fill you up so good…” He whispers, his voice husky with lust.

He slowly pushes inside you, inch by inch. You gasp as you feel him stretching you out. His cock is so big, and it feels so good inside you; It felt so much better than you ever imagined.

“Ah!” You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you feel him bottoming out. He’s so deep inside you, and it feels amazing.

He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, but he soon starts moving, pulling out until just the tip is in before slamming back inside. You cry out, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

He starts pumping in and out, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. His cock is hitting all the right spots, and you know you won’t last long.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” He moans out, his voice strained.“So fucking wet… just for me…” He bites his lip, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.“You like that? You like my cock inside your tight little hole, baby?” He looks down at you with a grin, his thrusts never stopping.

“Yes!” You can’t help but cry out as you feel your orgasm approaching.“Yes, yes, Beomgyu! Mmmh..!!” His name is a moan on your lips, and he loves the sound of it. He loves the way you're moaning his name.

“Yeah? You love my cock, don’t you?” He smirks as he thrusts even harder and faster into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Yes! Yes, I love it! Feels so good!” You moan out, unable to stop yourself. You love the way his cock feels inside you. It feels so right. It feels like it belongs there.

He grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic,“I'm about to cum soon, baby…” He groans out, “Wanna cum inside you so bad, make you mine… gonna let me fill you up?” His eyes darken with need as he looks down at you.

“Yes! Yes! Please, Beomgyu! I'm so close... please..!!” You beg, your orgasm nearing. You want to cum on his cock so badly. You want to feel it inside you when you cum. You need it.

He smirks down at you as he thrusts harder and faster. You feel yourself reach your high as you start cumming, your pussy clenching around his cock tightly. He groans, his thrusts slowing down as he cums deep inside you.

You feel his hot cum filling you up, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips. It feels so good, so right.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He moans as he pulls out, his cum leaking out of your pussy. You look at him, your eyes filled with desire and satisfaction. You know you made the right choice. You know this is what you wanted. You wanted him. And now you have him. And it felt amazing.

He soon rolls over to his back, breathing heavily from his release. You turn to your side to face him, and you soon find yourself drowning in thoughts once again, the ones you buried before when you made your decision, the feelings you never had the courage to express.

And the reality hits you once again.

You just fucked your roommate.

You just let your best friend cum inside you like it was the most normal thing to do.

You don’t even know if he feels the same way as you do. If he likes you more than a friend. If he wanted you more than just sex. You don't even fucking know if he wants you again after this.

You were about to spiral once again when you felt his fingers glaze over your ear, tucking a strand of hair that was blocking your face. You’re immediately snapped out of it when you meet his gaze. He looks at you intently, like he’s trying to convey everything without words. You felt your heart skipping a beat when he looks at you like that, like you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. You see the expression in his eyes shift, but this time it’s different; It's not filled with lust.

His eyes are filled with something you’re more familiar with, one you always see in his eyes when he looks at you but tries his best to hide— the way he always looked at you like this but pretends it’s not what it looks like.

“Do you… like me?” You blurt out, immediately regretting it the moment you did.

He's taken aback, and you mentally slapped yourself.

That was so stupid! Why did you do that? Why did you have to ask that?! What if he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore after this? What if—

“Are you kidding, Y/N?” Beomgyu says seriously, almost offended as if you asked him if the Earth is flat.

You look at him like a deer caught in the headlights, not knowing what to say.

“Of course I do,” he says with finality, his tone leaving no room for argument. You blink in surprise, not expecting him to answer that so fast.

“You’re my best friend. I love spending time with you. I can't spend a day without thinking about you. I like you… I like you so much.” He looks at you with his signature smile, the one he always gives you when he’s teasing you. But this time, there’s no teasing. There’s no denying. It’s all out there in the open. You see the sincerity in his eyes, the fondness, the love. You see everything.

“Yeah. I like you, Y/N. Fuck, more than that, actually. I’m in love with you, and have been for so long,” he says, a hint of shyness in his voice as he admits his feelings.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. The realization hits you, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. He likes you. He’s been in love with you this whole time, and he's finally telling you. And he’s not just saying it because he wants to have sex with you again— He’s saying it because it’s true. He’s saying it because he means it. He’s saying it because you’re asking him to.

“Since when?” You find yourself asking, your voice barely a whisper. You're in shock. You can't believe you're actually having this conversation with him.

Beomgyu chuckles softly,“Since the day I met you. You caught my eye the moment I saw you.” He looks into your eyes, his gaze soft.“You stole my heart from the moment you first smiled at me,” he confesses, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, your voice still soft, but this time there's a tinge of sadness in your voice.

“I was afraid. Afraid of losing you. Afraid of ruining what we had. I was content with just being your friend, your roommate.” He sighs, his eyes looking away from yours, “But then that night happened. And I couldn’t hide it anymore. I couldn’t pretend anymore.” He turns to look at you again.

“I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you. I couldn't help but want you for myself.”

The moment he said that, everything suddenly clicked. You felt so stupid for not realizing this sooner.

You suddenly remembered all those times you became more aware of him when he lingered his gaze on you for just a second longer than he should have. His soft touches that were just a little too long. The way he knew exactly what your favorite foods are, and he’d buy them for you. The way he’d put his games on hold just to listen to you rant about your day. The way he would tell you to stop going out on dates with guys, even though he wouldn’t say why. You thought he was just being nice. You thought he was being a good roommate, a good friend. You thought that’s just how he is.

But now you know the truth. He did it all because he loves you. He did it all for you, because of you.

Because he's in love with you.

You felt your heart beating so fast at the realization, your head dizzy with thoughts you never thought possible.

“Beomgyu…” You start, unsure of how to continue. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know where this is going. You don’t know if this changes anything. You don’t know…

“It’s okay,” he says, as if reading your mind. “You don’t have to figure it out right now,” he reassures you.

“No, I—It’s just…” You trail off, looking away from his gaze.

You don’t know how to tell him. You don’t know how to put into words all the thoughts that are running in your head right now.

“It’s just… I never thought of you in that way… I always thought that I was looking too much into it whenever I noticed how you tried to make me aware of you… it was never anything more than that to me before, but then… after that night… I- I didn’t want to stop thinking about it… about you… I couldn't get you out of my head... and I don’t know what it means, I-”

The words came tumbling out of your mouth without you even noticing, but you knew he can already piece it all together.

You look up at him, expectantly, almost pleading him to help you understand what you're feeling. He just chuckles and kisses you on the forehead, stopping you in your tracks.

“Sorry, you’re just too cute, I couldn’t help it.” He mutters, his eyes filled with fondness as he stares at you. You feel your cheeks heating up, and you don’t know what else to say. You just feel your heart skip a beat.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” he starts, his voice soft and reassuring,“It’s okay to not know how you feel right now. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just… I just wanted to let you know how I feel. I wanted you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what.” His eyes are filled with sincerity, and you can see the truth in his words.

He’s telling the truth. He means it. And you can feel it in your heart.

He loves you. And you love him.

You want to tell him, to let him know, but you don’t want to say anything you’ll regret.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Beomgyu, I'm—” You start again, looking him in the eyes.

“I…” You trail off again, your mind going in circles. You don’t want to make a mistake.

You don’t want to hurt him, but you also don’t want to lie to him.

You don’t want him to think that you don’t care.

You don’t want him thinking that you don’t feel anything for him.

You open your mouth again, trying to find the right words, but Beomgyu cuts off your attempt.

“You don’t happen to have any plans today, do you?” He says suddenly, catching you off guard.

You shake your head immediately, confused by the change of topic.

“Great. Then go on a date with me, and you can tell me how you feel then.” He smiles, that annoying, confident smirk of his plastered on his face.

You're stunned. You can't believe what he just said. You can't believe he just asked to take you out, but at the same time, you can't help but feel the warmth in your chest. You feel like you're feeling everything all at the same time.

You take a deep breath and manage to get your words out.

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

He smiles and kisses you again, this time on the lips. You can’t help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach, and you can’t help but smile back at him.

“Now, go take a shower and get ready. I’ll take you out on the best date ever.”

You laugh and roll your eyes,“Pretty confident there, aren’t we?” You tease him.

“Of course. I’ve seen all your failed attempts at dating. I know what not to do now,” he chuckles.“Plus, I’m going to show you how much you’ve been missing out on by not dating me sooner,” he adds, that annoying smirk back on his face again.

You roll your eyes again at his remark, but you can’t help the warmth that spreads in your chest. He’s being so absurd, so full of himself… and yet, it makes your stomach do somersaults. It makes your heart skip a beat. It makes you smile.

You hit his chest playfully, pushing him away from you.“Ugh, whatever. Just go shower already,” You say, hiding yourself under the covers.

“I’ll go shower first then. Feel free to join me if you want,” he teases you before you can stop him.

“You wish!” You scream back, hearing him chuckle as he closes your door.

You hear his laughter fading away as he goes back to his room.

You’ve been on so many dates with so many guys, and none of them made you feel the way you're feeling right now. You already knew you were going to have the time of your life, even before the date even started. You've never felt so happy, excited, and nervous all at once before.

And then you realized, everything suddenly becoming clear to you.

You already knew what your answer to Beomgyu is going to be.

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a/n: hey oomfs i'm back!! i missed everyone here so much 😩 just dropped a new Beomgyu fic that I wasn't expecting to get so much attention in just a few days, y'all are the best!! i also didn't want to end the fic there so here's part two!! i hope y'all enjoyed reading this and I'll be back with more(currently working on a draft for Kai..) so stay tuned!! also special thanks to my beloved estelle for the pretty header <33333

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[xoxojisu]

SAY STAY.

synopsis: you're hoping you can stay and sleep with katsuki tonight.

notes: unofficialbf!katsuki obvi! but i think it can be read as official bf too lol. mild angst but it's honestly not that deep im just dramatic. but this is an x reader fic so you have to be dramatic too, okay? also not proofread i cant be bothered gn

you and katsuki are having a chill movie night, though you're not watching the movie at all. you're on katsuki's bed, your head on his chest and your legs intertwined. your head feels heavy, eyes drooping and sleepy, heart warm and content.

you want to stay so bad.

and it's not just because you’re too lazy to go back to your own dorm or anything (though you'll admit that trudging back to your dorm right now sounds highly unappealing). it's about wanting him. you just want to curl as far as you can into his warmth and turn into a boneless puddle in his arms. feel him cradle you to his body like you're something precious. wake up in the morning with him all sleepy and affectionate, maybe get a few soft forehead kisses. you just like being near him in general. he makes you feel safe. warm. wanted, maybe, if you don’t think too hard about it.

and his bed is sooo cozy and warm. his room smells like him. and your heart’s been aching lately in that soft, slow, touch-starved way, like it’s asking, hoping for something gentle.

you start to close your eyes. you didn't ask if you could stay the night, but you just assume, infer, hope that his desire to be close to you is nearly half as strong as yours. so, you say nothing, and hope he lets you stay.

surely he's comfortable too. surely he's been secretly hoping you'd stay tonight the way you have. surely he'd also like to cuddle to sleep and wake up still entangled, hearts and bodies intertwined.

but then he says it.

“hey. it’s getting late. you should probably get to bed.”

he’s not even looking at you. he’s half scrolling through his phone and half watching the movie, his thumb still rubbing mindless circles on your back.

your chest pulls tight. something behind your eyes stings.

you nod, small. try to smile.

“yeah,” you say, standing slowly, peeling yourself off of him. “yeah, you’re right.”

you take off his hoodie carefully, try not to look disappointed when the sleeves fall from your hands. he doesn’t notice. or maybe he does and he’s pretending.

you want to say something.

you want to ask, “can i stay?”

you want to tell him, “i don’t want to go.”

you want to question, “do you want me to be here the way i want to be here?”

"do you want me the way i want you?"

but instead you just fold his hoodie and set it on the chair by the door. try not to crumple into yourself when he stays silent.

your face is molded into an undeniable look of sadness, heartbreak, and mild disappointment. you catch it in the dark reflection of his window and swallow it fast.

“goodnight,” you whisper.

he grunts.

you walk out.

the hallway feels colder than usual. you wrap your arms around yourself on the way back to your dorm. your chest is buzzing, like it doesn’t know whether it wants to cry or scream or curl up and sleep forever.

you tell yourself it’s fine.

you tell yourself it's really not that deep. you were overstaying anyway. you’re clingy. too affectionate. too soft.

of course he didn’t want you there.

you lie alone in bed, the warmth previously filling all of your senses absent. you feel cold and empty, struggling to drift off to sleep despite being on the verge of it just five minutes ago.

your mind is flooded with so many thoughts. you're unreasonably anxious. things deprecating like, "you're too clingy" and justifications like, "he probably just needed some space and alone time" fill your head.

but above all, one thought stands out as the most prevalent.

"why doesn't he want me the way i want him?"

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extra:

katsuki stares at the empty space where you were sitting. the dip in his sheets. the way his hoodie still smells like you.

he meant to say, "stay."

he meant to ask, “you wanna crash here?”

he meant to tell you, “i sleep, hell, even breathe better when you're with me.”

but the words caught in his throat.

and now you’re gone.

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[ptergwen]

8 and 11 from the summer prompts lol

(obv not a peter gif but use your imagination)

8: "laying in bed all dayyy together with fans on"

11: "when one loves to cuddle and the other hates feeling sticky"

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w/c: 564

warnings: a tiny bit suggestive

a/n: for those of y'all who didn't see my post hi hi hi i’m back :) i missed everyone and missed writing so it was time! i’m gonna be trying out some new things so stay tuned for that, but in the meantime keep sending your requests & come chat with me! this one is so peter coded omg thank u for sending, hope you enjoy and i’m so excited to be back <3 p.s. join my new taglist lmao

you groan as you reach for the fan on peter's night table. there's another one at the foot of the bed, and both are on their highest settings, but neither are doing nearly enough. you pull the fan towards you until it's blowing directly in your face. it cools your warm skin, a sigh of relief passing your lips.

"oh no, don't worry about it. i wasn't using that."

you glare at peter over your shoulder.

"'cause it's making such a difference, right?"

"little miss diva over here. i’m kidding, babe. it's all yours."

you grunt in response, turning back to the fan. peter chuckles and continues scrolling on his phone.

despite your boyfriend's sarcasm, you're fully aware that you're hogging the fan from him. you're just too damn hot to care. besides, the air conditioning broke in his apartment when you had been staying over. a good host would give you unrestricted fan privileges.

"did you hear anything from the repair guy?"

"uh, not since i called this morning."

"when do you think he's actually gonna get here? he gave you such a big window."

"i dunno. it's okay if you wanna go back to your place, y'know. i wouldn't be offended."

you soften at that, rolling over to face peter.

"no, i don't want to. wanna stay here with you."

"are you sure?"

peter puts his phone down and moves in closer to you. you can already feel his body heat. he's shirtless, chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat, the scent of his strong cologne masking it.

"we might have to wait a while. maybe even all day."

"thank god."

a smile takes over peter's lips. you peck them, your hand coming up to ruffle his damp curls.

"sorry for being a diva. it's just so hot in here."

peter's hands settle on your sides, fingers toying with the bottom of your tank top.

"it'll help if you take this off."

he tugs at either side of your panties.

"these, too."

"you're just trying to get me naked, aren't you?"

"i’m just offering a solution... which happens to involve getting you naked."

you scoff. peter smirks, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. you try to wiggle out of his embrace, but he only holds you closer.

"pete, c'mon. it's too hot."

"we don't have to do anything. i just wanna cuddle."

a bead of sweat drips down the back of your neck. you move your hair out of the way with a huff.

"it's too hot to cuddle, too."

peter moves a few more stray hairs off your face. his doe eyes meet yours, the back of two fingers brushing your cheek lightly.

"it's never too hot to cuddle."

he pushes up your top and settles his hands on the bare skin of your lower back. even though you're sweating and peter being all over you isn't helping, his touch feels so relaxing. you give in and loop an arm around his shoulders, leg curling around his torso. peter nuzzles his face in the side of your neck and leaves a few kisses. his eyes close, breathing evening out. your fingers thread through his locks.

"you're so cute."

peter hums in response, pulling you impossibly closer until your skin literally sticks to his. it makes you cringe, but as long as he's happy, so are you.

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[allthatjazz416]

Haikyuu NSFW 🌹

"Kiss the cook" A Miya Osamu TIMESKIP fic Tags: Fem!Reader! Creampie! Squirting! Spanking! A lil nipple play! Manhandling! Brief!Cockwarming! Implied!Breedingkink! Praisekink! Dom!Osamu! Sub!Reader! Established RS! Cockdrunk! Cunnulingus! MarriedCouple! LovingDominance! Word Count: 2.9k Note: MDNI! Porn with like a lil plot. Inspired by this header lol which divider crdts: @/cursed-carmine

The smell hits you first.

Garlic. Onion. A little soy sauce. It hits like a warm hug the second you step through the door, bags in hand and shoes half-off. You sigh, stretching your arms over your head, sore from work but already relaxing because he’s home. And he’s cooking.

You round the corner and find him there—in a loose gray shirt, apron tied around his hips, sleeves rolled up, stirring something in a skillet.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says without turning around, voice casual, warm. “You’re home early.”

“I missed you,” you hum.

He laughs softly under his breath. “Didn’t even text me.”

You walk up behind him and snake your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek between his shoulder blades. He’s warm. Solid. Smelling like salt and dinner and Osamu.

“Wanted to surprise you,” you murmur, nosing at the back of his neck. “Smells amazing.”

“Y’better be talkin’ about the food,” he teases.

You smile. “You know I’m not.”

He goes still when you kiss just below his ear, and stay there. His knuckles tighten on the spoon. You know that look—that tiny shift in his stance. He’s trying not to react. So you push it.

Your fingers dip under the hem of his apron. His cock’s not hard yet, but he shifts when you press your palm over his waistband, groaning low in his chest.

“…Now, sweetheart,” he warns, gently, “you start that and I’ll burn the whole damn thing.”

“Then maybe you should turn the stove off.”

He snorts, but it’s breathless. He does turn it off. And the second he sets the spoon down, you spin him around, eyes already on his mouth.

Osamu tastes like soy and garlic and the tiniest hint of sake when you kiss him. He kisses like he cooks—slow and sure, knowing exactly what he’s doing. His hands find your waist. Then your hips. Then your ass.

“Been wantin’ you all day,” he mutters against your lips. “Got this picture in my head of you bent over the kitchen counter in nothin’ but a smile—”

“That so?” you whisper, tongue flicking the corner of his mouth. “Think you can make it happen?”

He doesn’t answer.

He grabs your thighs, lifts you like you weigh nothing, and sets you on the counter in one smooth motion.  You blink—pulse quickening—not expecting him to actually drop to his knees. He never does this without teasing first. Without dragging it out. But this time—

He kneels. Right there on the kitchen floor.

“Samu—!” your hands reach for the edge of the counter, breath catching. “I’ve been out all day, I’m probably all sweaty down there—”

“Good,” he growls, spreading your thighs. “I wanna taste all of it.” eyes locked on your soaked cunt. “Fuck, look at you.”

You freeze, pulse hammering in your throat. Heat crawls up your chest. You weren’t expecting this—weren’t expecting him to want you like this, right now, raw and unfiltered. Part of you hesitates, skin flushed and prickling with the awareness of the day still clinging to you.

But the way he looks at you—hungry, reverent, fucking possessed—melts every ounce of self-consciousness. He wants you. Just like this.

Your breath catches again, this time for a different reason. You relax back into your elbows, thighs falling open.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Okay…”

He spreads your thighs, hooks them over his shoulders, and drags his tongue through your slit like he’s starving.

And god—he doesn’t stop.

Osamu eats pussy like it’s his job. Like you’re his last meal. He licks up your folds, slow and wet and filthy, then swirls his tongue around your clit until your thighs twitch. His hands keep you open, thumbs pressing into your hips just enough to bruise. You pant, moan, try to grind down—but he pins you there.

“Stay still,” he growls, voice low against your core. “Lemme take my time.”

His mouth seals around your clit and sucks. You yelp, clapping a hand over your mouth. He hums into you, sending vibrations straight through your cunt.

“Osamu—fuck, that—ah—”

“You’re already drippin’, sweetheart,” he groans. “This little pussy missed me?”

You nod helplessly, hips twitching. “Y-yeah… I missed your mouth…”

He groans into your cunt, like that does something to him. And then he gets meaner. Hungrier. His fingers come next—one thick finger pushing inside while his tongue works circles around your clit. Then another. Curling just right.

You feel it building—hot and tight in your belly, your thighs clenching, every muscle on edge. But just when you’re about to tip over—

He stops.

You whine, loudly. “Samu!”

He smirks up at you, fingers still buried deep, glistening mouth pressed to your thigh.

“You were close, huh?” he teases, curling his fingers just enough to make your body jump. “You gonna cum all over the counter for me?”

“Please,” you whimper. “Please don’t tease me—need it so bad—”

He grins, slow and filthy.

“Say it again.”

“Need your mouth,” you gasp, hands fisting in his hair. “Need to cum for you, Osamu—fuck, please—”

He goes in.

Tongue on your clit, fingers curling hard and fast—right there, over and over—and the pressure snaps.

Your back arches. You scream, thighs clamping around his head as you squirt hard, soaking his mouth, his chin, the front of his apron.

You’re gasping, shaking, crying out—helpless against the wave of overstimulation.

Osamu groans like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever felt, grinding his face into you like he wants more.

“Fuckin’ love makin’ you squirt,” he pants. “You always make a mess for me, don’t you?”

You’re still shaking when he stands—licking his fingers like he’s tasting your orgasm, his cock hard as granite behind his sweats. His mouth and chin are slick—glistening with you.

Then he grabs your face.

Big, calloused fingers wrap under your jaw, thumb pressing just under your lips as he tilts your face up to his. His eyes are dark. Hungry.

“Open.”

You do.

He kisses you—filthy. Deep and slow, no warning. His tongue pushes past your lips and you taste yourself, still dripping from his mouth. He groans into the kiss, hand gripping your chin like he owns you.

“That's you,” he growls, pulling back just enough to pant against your mouth. “So fuckin’ sweet. I could live off this cunt.”

You whimper, clenching around nothing. He must feel the heat radiating off you because he grins, smug and slow and dangerous.

Then his hand slides down. Between your legs. He cups your pussy—still wet, still messy—and moans into your cheek.

“Still so fuckin’ wet,” he mutters, grinding his palm against your clit. “Y’gonna let me fuck you now, sweetheart? Let me fill you up?”

You nod. Fast. Breathless. “Yes. Please.”

“Not beggin’ pretty enough,” he growls, licking into your neck, one hand gripping your waist tight enough to bruise. “Want you to ask me. Like a good girl.”

You whimper, arching your back, rubbing against him. “Please fuck me, Samu. Wanna feel your cock. Wanna feel you inside.”

“Where, sweetheart?” he presses, cock hard against your thigh now, rubbing through the front of his sweats. “Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside,” you pant, eyes fluttering. “Need you to finish inside me.”

He lets out a sound—deep, dark, filthy. Then he hooks one arm around your waist and lifts you, making you yelp. Not rushed, not rough—just strong, decisive, possessive.

“Counter’s too small,” he mutters against your neck. “Need more room to fuck you proper.”

He carries you across the kitchen and lays you back on the table like you’re made of something precious and his. The wood is cool against your back, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body as he looms over you, staring down at you like you’re his next course.

His eyes drop to your chest, still hidden under your shirt, and he growls low—like he’s just remembered what else he’s starving for.

“Lift your arms, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tugging your shirt up and off. “Wanna see all of you.”

He palms your breasts with both hands, rough but reverent, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden under his touch. You arch up with a soft gasp, and he groans—low and filthy, cock twitching against your thigh.

“Fuck, these tits,” he mutters, bending to mouth at one nipple, sucking slow and deep until it makes your toes curl. “I missed these, too. God, you make me crazy.”

He bites—just enough to make you yelp—then soothes it with a slow lick. His hands never leave your body, one still cupping your breast while the other slides down, trailing heat along your side.

“Keep lookin’ at me like that,” he mutters, tugging his sweats down just enough for his cock to spring free—thick and flushed and already leaking, “and I’m not gonna be able to take my time.”

“Then don’t,” you whisper, hips lifting, legs parting. “Samu, I need it.”

He groans, low and hungry, and steps in closer—running his cock through your folds, dragging it over your clit, tapping it against your soaked entrance just to hear the obscene slick of your arousal.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re drippin’—you this messy just from gettin’ eaten out?”

You whine, squirming. “M’still sensitive—”

“I know.” His smirk is slow. Dangerous. “That’s why I’m gonna make it worse.”

He strokes his cock once—twice—then presses the blunt head to your entrance.

But he doesn’t push in.

Not yet.

His hand slides up your chest, under your shirt, up your neck. Grips your chin.

“Kiss me.”

You do, panting into his mouth as he leans over you—his tongue slow, dragging, dirty. He kisses you like he owns every part of you.. Like you belong to him.

Then—only then—he starts to push in.

“Just a little,” he murmurs against your lips. “Let me feel that squeeze…”

You moan, loud and helpless, as he sinks in—slow, steady, inch by inch.

“Big,” you gasp. “You’re so—fuck—you’re so big…”

“That’s right,” he growls. “Wanna feel me stretch you out. Wanna ruin this pussy nice and slow.”

He stops halfway in. Just stops—and starts grinding.

Not thrusting. Just deep, tight circles of his hips, the thick weight of his cock rubbing right against the spot that makes your toes curl. Your hands fly up, clinging to his shoulders, his apron still bunched around his waist.

You whimper. “Samu—need all of you—please—”

“I know, baby,” he mutters, cock twitching inside you. “You’re takin’ me so well. Almost there…”

Another inch. Another grind. He watches your face—eats every gasp, every twitch of your lips, like he’s feasting on your need.

And then he bottoms out.

All of him. Buried to the hilt.

You both moan.

You swear you see stars for a second.

“God, I feel so full—”

“That’s ‘cause you are, baby,” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “Look at me. Let me see your face when I fuck you.”

He pulls out just a little—then thrusts back in.

Deep.

Slow.

Like he wants to mold your insides to his shape.

He does it again. And again. Each thrust deeper than the last, each one building that low, aching heat between your legs. You wrap your arms around him, thighs trembling, biting back moans that only make him grin.

“You love this,” he growls. “Love bein’ fucked like this, huh?”

“Yes,” you whimper, tears pricking your eyes. “Love your cock—fuck—don’t stop—”

He doesn’t.

His thrusts stay deep, slow, and dirty. Every inch of him feels like it’s made to ruin you—hot and thick, dragging against your sweet spot with a precision that makes you clench down and moan his name like it’s the only word you remember.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, leaning over you, his chest pressed to your back. “You hear that? That’s your pussy talkin’ to me.”

He’s right.

It’s wet—obscene. Every thrust sounds like filth, slick and messy, your cunt fluttering greedily around him. You gasp as his hips press flush to your ass, his cock buried to the hilt, and he stays there—grinding. Deep and slow. Like he’s savoring how tight you are around him.

“God, I can’t get deep enough like this,” he growls, pulling out slow. “Turn over for me, baby—lemme see that ass.”

You moan, dizzy with need, and roll over—cheek pressed to the table, arms braced, legs trembling as he slips back in.

Then—

Smack.

You yelp, jumping slightly as his hand lands hard on your ass. The sound echoes through the kitchen. Your cunt clenches around him.

“There she is,” he growls, rubbing the sting in with a big, warm hand. “Always gets tighter when I spank you.”

“Samu,” you moan, shivering. “Again—”

Another smack.

You whimper, arching your back, presenting for him like a good girl.

“You’re filthy,” he pants, fucking into you again—slow and thick. “Come home from work all sweet and polite, then turn into a cockdrunk mess the second I get you on the table.”

“I missed you,” you breathe, voice trembling. “Missed your cock. Missed this.”

“Yeah?” His hand slides up your spine, fingers winding into your hair to gently tug your head back so he can kiss the side of your face. “This pussy miss me, baby?”

You whine—high, needy—grinding back into him. “So much.”

He groans into your skin, then pulls out slow—just the tip inside—and slams back in, hard enough to make the table creak beneath you.

You cry out, nearly folding over the wood, but he catches your hips.

“That’s it,” he grits, rutting into you again, hips smacking loud and sharp. “Let me fuck it better.”

His thrusts pick up, sloppy now—wet and deep, the sound of skin on skin echoing in your little kitchen, obscene and delicious. He’s panting into your neck, hands bruising on your hips, buried so deep inside you it feels like he’s touching your fucking soul.

“You love this, huh?” he growls. “Love comin’ home and gettin’ fucked dumb like this?”

“Yes—yes, baby, I love it—”

“You were so fuckin’ sweet walkin’ out the door this morning, actin’ all innocent in that cute little work outfit,” he pants, one hand coming down again—smack—harder this time, making you jerk forward with a cry. “Bet you were thinkin’ about my cock the whole damn day.”

You nod frantically, gasping. “Wanted your cock all day—”

“Should’ve told me,” he growls, grinding deep. “I’d’ve bent you over this table before you even get your keys.”

You moan, loud and unfiltered, your thighs shaking again.

His pace doesn’t let up. He keeps fucking into you like he owns it—your body, your cunt, your sounds. His cock drives in deep, again and again, that perfect spot hit over and over until your vision starts to blur.

You’re soaked. Gushing around him. So wet it’s dripping off your thighs onto the floor, messy and hot and loud. You feel another orgasm building fast—sharper this time, tighter, like a spring wound to the breaking point.

“Fuck—Samu—I’m gonna—”

“You gonna squirt again for me, baby?” he groans, thrusting harder. “So fuckin’ greedy tonight—”

He slips a hand between your legs, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles, fucking you through it—hard and fast, like he wants to feel you fall apart again.

And you do.

You break with a scream—back arching, mouth open, body going rigid before you gush, helpless and messy, your juices spilling around him in hot waves. You feel it spray out, feel the slap of it against his thighs, the flood between your legs soaking the front of the counter.

Osamu groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen.

“Look at you,” he pants, never stopping. “So fuckin’ wet, baby—fuck—feel that? You’re milkin’ my cock—fuckin’ made for it—”

You’re limp. Wrecked. But he’s still going.

You moan, weakly now, every thrust sending aftershocks through your nerves. And you feel him twitch inside you, cock hard and pulsing, hips starting to stutter.

“Tell me where you want it,” he grits, hand clutching your waist. “Tell me where to finish.”

“In me,” you whimper, “Osamu—inside—wanna feel it. Wanna keep it in—”

“Fuck—fuck—”  he grits out, voice cracking.

He slams in deep and stays, hips locking against yours as he cums with a growl—low and broken and possessive. You feel it fill you, thick and hot, pumping inside until it leaks around his cock and drips down your thighs, mixing with everything else you’ve spilled.

And still, he doesn’t pull out.

He bends over you, chest to your back, both of you trembling. He kisses your shoulder. Your cheek. Your neck.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice soft now, tender against your ear.

You nod, still panting. “I’m so full…”

He grins, slow and wicked, cupping your mound with one big hand, with his cock plunged in to keep it all in. “Damn right you are.”

And then he laughs—soft and low, one hand sliding up your spine to stroke your hair.

“I ever tell you how much I love it when my wife comes home to me?”

You laugh, exhausted. Wrecked. Soaked in love and slick and everything that’s his.

“Only every time you fuck me like this.”

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You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your phone—at yet another unread message, another unanswered “Are we still on tonight?”

You stared for a while. Then stood.

Because you had grown tired of his games.

But by the time you found him, he was in the common room, backlit by firelight and hunched over a book he clearly wasn’t reading, something inside you snapped.

He didn’t even notice you at first.

That used to be impossible.

You stood there for a second too long, waiting for him to look up, to say “hey, love” to smile like he used to.

He didn’t.

You finally spoke. “So, are you going to keep pretending I don’t exist, or is that just how things are now?”

He sat back slowly, eyes narrowing. “Okay. What’s going on?”

“You tell me,” you snapped. “Because I’m tired of guessing.”

Theo blinked. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’ve been distant, Theo. You barely speak to me, you cancel plans without a word, you act like I’m bothering you just by being here.”

He closed the book sharply, standing. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m being honest,” you said. “Do you even care anymore? Or are you just too much of a coward to tell me you’re done?”

His jaw tightened. “I’ve got a lot going on, alright?”

“So say that!” you shouted. “Say something! You just shut me out like I don’t matter anymore—like we don’t matter. And I’m sick of making excuses for you.”

“I don’t know, alright?” His voice rose. “I don’t have some neat answer to make you feel better. Maybe I’m tired. Maybe I’m overwhelmed. Maybe I just need some space without being accused of falling out of love with you every five seconds.”

That hit you like a slap.

Then he moved closer to you, tension sharp in his shoulders. “You don’t get it.”

“Then talk to me, Theo! Let me in! That’s what people do when they’re in love!”

His mouth opened—then closed again.

And that silence burned more than anything he could’ve said.

You laughed bitterly, wiping at the tears starting to slip. “Right. That’s what I thought.”

He looked away, jaw tightening. “I didn’t say I don’t love you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

A beat passed, heavy and quiet.

Then Theo muttered, “Maybe I just need time.”

You stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “Time? Theo I’ve been giving you nothing but time.”

“Well, apparently not enough,” he snapped.

You nodded slowly, chest burning, eyes stinging. “Fine.”

You turned, this time not waiting for him to stop you. Not hoping.

Because you had lost hope a long time ago.

At first, he thought it would help.

Space.

It sounded reasonable when he said it. He told himself he needed air, time to think—some distance to quiet the noise in his head. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. He just… didn’t know how to explain what was going on inside him. And you were always there, asking, worrying, caring—and he couldn’t live up to it. Not then.

But now?

Now it was too quiet.

You stopped walking with him to class. Stopped waiting for him outside the library. Stopped sliding into the seat next to him at lunch like you always used to, shoulder brushing his, warm and familiar. He didn't even realize how much he'd relied on those moments until they disappeared.

Now there was an empty seat beside him. Every. Single. Day.

And that seat was louder than any fight you’d ever had.

At first, he tried to pretend he was fine. He shrugged it off when Mattheo raised an eyebrow and said, “You look like a kicked dog.”

He ignored Blaise’s snort when he muttered, “Mate, you asked for this.”

But he saw the way they looked at him when you walked past without sparing him a glance. He felt it—the hollow ache when you smiled at someone else down the corridor, your eyes never even flickering in his direction.

He thought he’d feel lighter. But he just felt lonely.

So one afternoon, he found you alone by the edge of the Black Lake, where you used to sit together and talk for hours about everything and nothing.

You were sitting on the grass, picking absentmindedly at the hem of your sleeve. The sunlight caught the side of your face, and for a second, it hit him all at once—how much he missed you. Your voice. Your warmth. Your presence.

He cleared his throat softly.

You looked up.

Theo hesitated, hands shoved in his pockets. “Hey.”

“Hey.” It wasn’t cold. But it wasn’t warm, either. It was… careful. Like you were building a wall and choosing not to let him through.

“I, uh…” He shifted. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He hated how polite you sounded. He hated that he didn’t know how to fix it.

“I know I said I needed space,” he started, eyes locked on the water, “but—”

“But now you’re ready for me to be here again?”

His head snapped to you.

You weren’t angry. That’s what made it worse. You were calm. Resigned.

“I gave you space, Theo,” you said softly. “And in that space, I had time to think too.”

He swallowed hard. “Think about what?”

You shrugged, still not meeting his eyes. “About how much of our relationship was me trying to hold it together while you pulled away.”

Theo’s chest tightened.

“You said you needed time, but you never said why. You didn’t trust me enough to let me in.” Your voice cracked, just a little. “And maybe that was my answer all along.”

“I do trust you—”

“Do you?” you asked, finally looking at him. “Because it didn’t feel like it.”

Silence settled between you. Cold and final.

He didn’t know what to say. He’d thought the distance would give him clarity—but all it did was show him how much he’d taken you for granted. And now… now he wasn’t sure if there was anything left to come back to.

“I’m not mad, Theo. I just… I don’t know if I can keep trying for someone who won’t meet me halfway.”

You took a shaky breath, fingers digging into the sleeves of your jumper.

“I think it’s time we take a break.” The words tasted like betrayal in your own mouth.

Theo’s breath caught. “No. Don’t say that. Please.”

“I’m tired,” you whispered. “I’m so tired, Theo. Of chasing after someone who keeps running.”

“I’m not running,” he said quickly. “Not anymore. I’m here—I’m here. I messed up, but we can fix this. Just—don’t give up on me.”

You looked at him, eyes glassy and throat tight. “I didn’t give up on you. You gave up on us. I just finally listened.”

He reached for your hand, and for a moment, you let him take it.

“I love you” he said, with every ounce of fear and hope in his chest.

You gave a sad smile, eyes dropping to the place where your hands touched.

“And I…..loved you.” You stood slowly, gently pulling your hand away.

He didn’t stop you when you walked away.

He wanted to. God, he wanted to.

But maybe this time, he didn’t deserve to.

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Dead-bird

pairing: max verstappen x male!reader w/ chronic pain author's note: a fair warning here, i do not have crutches nor chronic pain, so i am terribly sorry if it's wrong or worded weirdly! feedback is heavily appreciated! reader has specifically forearm crutches btw. also also! requested by anon (i lost it im so sorry lol), no use of y/n warnings: ableism, angst, motorsport is not accessible, hurt/comfort word count: 3.1k

Max was unsure when you first suggested that you'd attend a Grand Prix.

Of course, he was thrilled you wanted to be there to support him; he loves you—why wouldn't he be? But he knows how inaccessible places could and would be, and while he'd fight tooth and nail for you to have a good time, he just didn't want you to over-exert yourself.

Yet here you were, on his private jet, sitting right beside him, on the way to Zandvoort for his home Grand Prix. Max’s nerves seemed unusually high, his knee bouncing and his head leaning on his palm. Eyebrows wrinkled in just the way that you could tell he was deep in thought. 

You laid your hand over his thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, and the bouncing stopped. “You look more stressed than you do in your actual car, Max—you doing okay?”

He turned to you and blinked, almost as if he forgot you were there entirely. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it contemplatively. It took him a while to figure out what to say, but after a moment—maybe two—he opened his mouth again.

“Just… Thinking,” he murmured, shifting in his seat to better look at you, his entire body moving to face you.

“About?”

“This. You, going to a Grand Prix,” he paused, mulling over his words, unsure of them, “I don’t want it to be… Difficult. The media is shit, the fans are overwhelming, and it’s just—”

He stopped, sighing—exasperated, then moved his hand to sit atop yours. Giving it a soft, gentle squeeze, almost trying to comfort himself more than you. Like you’re fragile glass that he’s too afraid to tap.

“The teams don’t care. They never care about accessibility or making it easier for people with disabilities—it’s fucked.”

A short silence fell between the two of you. The humming whirr from the plane suddenly overbearingly loud, and the light from the window blaring at the two of you almost felt like a spotlight. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable per se—just heavy, like it carried all the words he hadn’t said yet, because you could feel Max’s worry pulsate through his veins as his thumb caressed the back of your hand.

You glance over to your crutches, lying in the two seats in front of you. They’re still, both of them pridefully decorated with some of Max’s stickers that he’d jokingly put on a few months ago that you’d never taken off. The tension in your shoulders you didn’t know you had dissipated, and you let out a sigh, turning to meet his gaze.

“I know,” you pause, smiling a bit solemnly at him, “but I want to do this. This is your home race, Max—and I can handle it. In the worst case, I can always go to the hotel, right?”

His eyes searched yours, flickering from your face to your form. A wide blue gaze that scanned over your features just to make sure you weren’t feeling as uncertain as he was. 

“Besides, I don’t wanna miss this just because the world’s shit at being accessible.”

Max let out a quiet laugh, huffing out through his nose. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, okay.”

“If I fall, though, I fully expect you to carry me bridal style.”

Max rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was already giving him away. “Sure,” he said sing-songingly, “whatever you say.”

And maybe he meant it more than you thought.

Then, you pause. A short-lived breath of silence before you two break out into a fit of laughter, smiling at each other with wide, toothy grins. And in the end, the wrinkle in his brow was gone. 

With a delighted, breathy laugh, you let your head fall onto his shoulder. Still grinning like an idiot, you whisper, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

The paddock was louder than you expected—engines whining in the distance, overlapping chatter, the occasional sharp bark of a laugh cutting through the crowd. It was a hive, constantly moving, never quiet—TV really downplays it. Even as Max stood beside you, you couldn’t help the shudder of nervousness jolt through you. There were so many people. It smelled of blistering heat, sunscreen, and the sterile tang of metal baking in the sun. A bit unconsciously, you adjusted the cuffs on your forearm crutches. A habit you were too tired to fix; one you never cared to, anyway.

“You good?” Max asked, and you hummed.

“Didn’t expect there to be so much happening,” you murmur, eyebrows knitting together as you squint, “TV doesn’t do it justice, I suppose.”

He just hummed in reply. Eyes glancing over the ever-moving crowd of people, busy chatting with friends and family, cameras clicking as soon as they lay eyes on the pair of you. Max took half a step closer, subtly shifting to block the line of sight from a nearby camera crew. He turned to you, quickly nodding his head forward and lifting a brow.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you say, steadying yourself, lifting your gaze forward.

You shifted your grip on the handles, the rubber tips of the crutches tapping gently as you moved at your own rhythm beside Max. However, the sound of the taps against the pavement was drowned out by the crunching of rocks beneath the crowd's soles. Your movement was practiced—walking with ease, but moving with the flow of the crowd was something you weren’t used to. Subtly moving out of the way so no one bumped into you, or into your crutch for that matter.

“Are—god, are there usually this many people?” you mutter, groaning a little as someone brushes past, jostling you just enough to make you shift your weight onto one crutch for balance.

“Just here,” Max replies, glancing over his shoulder. His tone is calm and reassuring. “A little further and they’ll be gone. You alright?”

You make a noise of acknowledgement. A subtle ache creeps through you, one that wasn’t there, or at the very least not this noticeable a few seconds ago. That recognisable burning feeling digging deep under your skin, into your muscles. You felt your entire body tense up, and you scrunched up your nose. Why now? You weren’t even in the Team Hospitality yet—why was it hurting more now? Why couldn’t you get a chance to just fucking breathe?

The plastic on your crutches’ handles almost squealed as your grip tightened, and you prayed that Max didn’t notice. Your steps grew more unsteady, rhythm falling apart as your movement forward grew uncoordinated. 

Luckily, the Red Bull hospitality shortly reached your sight—and you felt how you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding in; relieved at the mere sight of a place to rest.

“...I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Max murmurs under his breath, quiet enough that only you can hear it, “but you seem off. Is something going on?”

Damnit. You debate lying to him for a second, just so you don’t have to see him worry, but that’d only make you feel worse.

“Just some pain,” like usual, “I’ll be fine,” You reply, voice unsteady. Then, you pause, quiet—your voice wavering just a tad, “Is it that easy to notice?”

“Only to me. Don’t worry.”

Relief once again settles in your stomach, and you give him a nod. Hospitality was only a few metres away, and the thought of getting to sit down finally felt within reach.

The entrance to hospitality was just ahead, the Red Bull logo catching in the sun. Your arms were starting to shake—just a little—but enough that you knew they’d feel worse later. You adjusted your grip on the crutches again, your hand cramping slightly. You wince.

You felt a little silly walking up the stairs. Maybe it’s because of the fact that people are here and watching. But you heave yourself upwards, muttering curses under your breath, barely audible. He waits for you by the stairs, even if there are few. It was different. Having a crowd observing your every move, your every step, how you carry yourself, how you express yourself. 

Max holds the door open for you, and the cooling air from the AC hits the moment you step through the frame. Thank god, you think, if you had to stay out there for a mere beat longer, you think you’d boil alive. You feel how Max’s hand hovers over your back, and he leads you to his driver's room—it’s fairly tiny in your opinion. Walls bare with nothing on them, it’s dull, but it wasn’t like you were gonna stay there for long anyway.

You plop down on the couch stationed in his room, and Max throws you a water bottle as he begins changing into his fireproofs. The bottle is cold in your hand, and as you press it against your neck, you let out a pleased sigh. It stays there for a moment, and you let the chill thrum through your body. Refreshing.

“You gonna be in the garage?” Max’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugs, casting a look from over his shoulder as he drags the white fireproof over his head, “Just wondering, I guess. It’s gonna be a bit crowded, but I did manage to convince Horner to get you a chair to sit on.”

“Right, okay. Thank you.” You nod, eyes glued to his back as he pulls the white shirt overhead.

He only hums, tying the race suit around his waist and then turning to face you, tilting his head to the door as if beckoning you to follow him out. You nod back, grabbing your crutches and following him with ease. 

The garage is filled with people, and while not in the same way as the paddock, it still seems to make your ears ring with discomfort. Max kisses you on your temple, just murmuring an I’ll see you later, liefje, before scurrying away to his engineers. 

You find the chair he promised wedged between some tyres and spare parts—barely there, not even cared for, yet you still feel some semblance of gratitude just for its existence. Especially since there’s an ache in your legs from the earlier walk. It’s one of those cheap chairs you’d find at the dollar store—foldable, metal legs that screech as you sit down, one you would hate to sit on if you had a choice.

But let’s be real here, you didn’t. If you wanted to sit, that is.

Even if the noise in the garage is overwhelming, it’s somewhat nice. Seeing Max in his element up close. Not on TV, and you can actually reach out—talk to him, if you want to.

You shift in the chair, letting the metal squeak as it scrapes against the floor, searching for a position that doesn’t make your back scream. It doesn’t exist. You settle for “least awful,” crutches resting against your leg, one hand curled around the handle like muscle memory. The air smells of fuel and rubber, and the sound of electric drills and team radios keeps twitching in your ears. You try to focus on Max—his back turned, talking with his race engineer, hands moving like they always do when he’s focused. It's grounding, in a way.

You don’t realise someone’s looking at you until you feel it. That sticky kind of attention. Not curious. Not kind. You glance toward the edge of the garage where some fans crowd the rope barrier, hoping to catch a glimpse of Max.

People with their phones out, shuttering as they take pictures, the flash of their cameras making you wince just a little. 

“Holy shit,” you murmur, sighing.

You fish your phone out of your pocket, sliding it open with practiced ease. You open Twitter, like that’s a good idea. Then, you see something that you really don’t want to.

A tweet. A thread. You shouldn’t read it—but you do.

It hurt more than you thought it would—more than it probably should, really. But you can’t stop reading. Can’t stop scrolling. Can’t stop looking, even as a different kind of pain blooms in your chest—tight, hot, the kind that makes your throat ache and your eyes sting.

“Liefje?”

 Max’s voice cuts through the haze, soft but startling. You blink, pulling your gaze away from your screen as he approaches with a pair of headphones in hand.

“Oh—uh, yeah?” you answer quickly, forcing your voice to steady as your eyes meet his.

There’s a flicker in his expression. A furrow of concern that flashes across his face so fast you almost miss it. Your heart skips, tightens—but he doesn’t ask. Doesn’t push. Just holds out the headphones.

“Here,” he says, gentle. “The race is about to start.”

The headphones rattle lightly in his grasp, and you take them with a small smile you hope looks more real than it feels. “Thanks.”

“Mmm,” he murmurs, leaning down a little closer. “Love you. Give me a good luck kiss?”

You chuckle, nodding, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lip. He lets out a grunt, instead firmly pressing his lips against yours. Real. Warm—intimate in a way you feel like you shouldn’t do in public.

You pull away, chest rising and sinking steadily, “Good luck out there.”

The race is a blur.

You remember the roar of the engines, the static in your ears from the team radio, the way the garage erupted on the final lap—but everything else melted into noise.

Max won. Of course he did. His home race, his crowd, his fucking dominance.

He came back beaming, flushed and giddy with adrenaline, grabbing you in a sweaty hug you almost laughed at—almost. You kissed his cheek, told him he did amazing, and he just smiled into your neck.

Once the two of you got to the hotel, he immediately went to go shower—ridding himself of the sticky champagne stuck to his skin. In the meanwhile, you were sitting on the bed, crutches propped up on a chair placed in the corner, your phone in your hand, your grasp tight—hands trembling—even if just a little. 

The comments are still there, hells, of course they are. You knew that people would be relentless. It was inevitable, really. You just didn’t expect it to be on this level.

He can’t even stand on his own two feet. Why would he even go if he can’t celebrate the win with Max? Such an attention seeker.

You shouldn’t have looked. You knew better.

But the silence was loud and your chest felt too tight and you thought—just for a second—that maybe someone had defended you. Even if you couldn’t find them.

Your eyes burn with regret, it was stupid—but maybe you shouldn’t have come at all.

The bathroom door creaks open. You don’t look up.

Max steps out in a towel, hair dripping and sticking to his forehead, face flushed from the heat. He’s humming something under his breath, light and content, completely missing the way you wipe at your face too fast.

He slides in under the covers right next to you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. And then, slowly, he stills. He feels it—your uneven breath, the way your shoulders flinch away, the tension in your spine.

His hold loosens.

“…Are you okay?”

You try to swallow the lump formed in your throat, try to shoo away the tears in the corners of your eyes, “I’m fine— just tired.” Your words come out too fast, too tight. And you know he can see right through you.

“No, you’re crying, you’re clearly not okay,” he states, and the gentle way he holds you feels like he’s breaking you. “Please, liefje. Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Just— fucking hell, it’s the fans.” 

“If they’re hating on you, they are certainly not my fans,” he says without hesitation. His hand moves to wipe your cheek. “What did they say?”

“Nothing new.” 

“Then they don’t matter.”

His voice stays soft, steady. “What they think will never matter. They’re just assholes who think they know you. Liefje, they don’t know you. And they’re just… privileged idiots who’ve never struggled a day in their lives.”

You sniff, eyes drifting to the side. Away from Max. “I know, it just—it felt like I shouldn’t be there. Like I ruined it.”

Max is silent for a moment. Then he shifts closer, wraps both arms around you like he’s anchoring you in place. Like you’re the most important thing in the world.

And maybe, right now—you are.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he murmurs. “If anything, you made it better. I saw you in the garage and I drove better because of you. You being there didn’t ruin it, liefje.”

A pause, his lips brushing your hair.

“It meant everything.”

You don’t fight it this time. You let yourself cry. Quiet and shaking, face tucked against his shoulder, and Max just holds you through it all—steadfast and soothing, like he always is.

And for the first time all day, you feel like you can breathe again.

The morning hits you like a crashing wave of stiffness and exhaustion. The sun gleams just slightly in between the curtains, and you let out a quiet groan, opening your phone to check the time. Only 8 am.

Your body aches, your eyes feel sore, and the weight of last night clings to you in invisible threads. Max’s arm is still loosely draped over your waist, his breathing even and slow. Peaceful.

You should put your phone down. Try to go back to sleep. But instead, instinct wins—you tap open Instagram.

The first thing you see is a photo Max posted just a few minutes ago.

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You blink. Once. Twice. Your breath catches, and suddenly the noise from last night feels a little more distant. A little less sharp.

Max stirs beside you, mumbling sleepily as he shifts closer. His arm finds your waist automatically, chin nuzzling into your shoulder.

“You saw it?” he asks, voice rough with sleep.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Yeah, I did.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, gentle. “Let them talk. I’ll keep loving you louder.”

You smile, eyes stinging in that way they do when you're not quite crying but feel full to the brim anyway. Maybe today will still be hard. Maybe tomorrow too. But right now, in this bed, wrapped in his arms and his words—you feel okay.

©lilliezzzzz-fics: please don't copy or distribute my work on any platform

credits: @/cafekitsune for the dividers <3

taglist: @toodeepintofandoms

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(credit to @fivefeetfangirl and @opheliathegreekgoddess for filming this question, tysm guys <3)

misha: hello!

me: hello! um. so, you know the singer perfume genius?

[transcript and context continues under the cut]

misha: no

me: i think you do... but uh, ruth connell and i think rob also went to a concert of his. and he, i think somewhere in 2021 he wrote fanfiction about jared, like him and jared having sex, and then one about jensen and him having sex. and he was going to write one about you as well

misha: uhu. but he didn't think he could handle it?

[audience laughs]

me: i think he was having trouble writing. um

misha: yeah

me: but then after, ruth posted something about, it was a picture of you, rob and ruth in a hug. and ruth tagged perfume genius in it.

misha: uhu

me: and after that, he kinda deleted his tweets and it seems like it was never finished or posted. [joking] and i was wondering if you like, bribed him or something so that he wouldn't post it. or like what happened there?

misha: i love that you're asking this question as if i have any fucking idea what you're talking about. "you know, perfume genius, i think you know" i've never heard of perfume genius. but! i'm very disappointed that he hasn't written it. maybe he did!

me: maybe... but you should contact him then

misha: this. well, okay. i'll follow up with him and find out whatever happened to my... fanfiction. yeah.

me: thank you. [trying to end this lol]

misha: did um, did- so ruth is tagging him on photos? i thought those photos that we took, the three of us, were private!

me: [joking] it was full-on kissing as well. i can show you

misha: can i see?

me: no it was a cute one

misha: was it? it was full-on kissing?

me: [shows misha ruth's insta post]

me: [notices misha is gonna take my phone out of my hands]: umm

misha: [grabs my phone anyway] [starts swiping]

me: no. misha no.

(misha doesn't stop)

me: [climbs on stage and takes phone back]

misha: i love how a fan jumps up on the stage and security is like "no, that's fair. this one's on you misha" you guys she- she did the right thing by the way. i stole her phone. so you can't fault her for that. thank you for standing up for yourself. that was unacceptable what i did. and also unacceptable what i saw on your phone

me: i hope that was interesting, the train information

misha: [laughs] it was- it's true. i did only make it to tomorrow's train from düsseldorf

me: you also want to see the fanfiction about jensen?

(staff drags me away from the mic)

(at this point i was already surrounded by a lot of security and staff)

misha at security: um. yeah, you guys, you can leave. she's fine. she's fine.

(security guy asks me to come with him anyway)

misha: no no no she's fine she's fine she's fine. guys! i stole her phone! and she had um, perfume genius pornography on it.

queue handler i hadn't talked to: no i'm sorry, you lied to us

me: i didn't (i had told a different queue handler my question in short but i hadn't written it down since i wanted it to be spontaneous)

misha to the handler: about what?

(queue handler claims again that i lied about my question)

misha: no no no, i'm gonna say: you can stay. and that's okay. she didn't do anything wrong. i took her phone.

(i walk away and i think i say thank you to misha lol idk i was on autopilot)

(staff found me anyway, like 10 min after i sat down somewhere, and they banned me from seeing the jared and mark s panel, some of my friends came to give me my bag and for moral support, then punished little me waited alone in the room outside the panel room for a bit lol and misha came up to me after his panel was done to check if i was okay and he concluded "i don't want questions filtered at my panels anyway", i saw him for a photo op like 30 min later and he was like "hi again" and i got the squishy hug i asked for ("yes of course") and that's what you missed on glee)

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Hi! Love ur blog so far! Can I request the Eltingville club x bimbo reader? Is it cliche and stupid? yes but I am freeeee

Eltingville Club x Bimbo Reader

a/n: is it cliché? yes but nerds x bimbo is SO PEAKKKK I didn't know if u wanted whole group or individual so i just did individual lol sorry if i didn't do the whole bimbo thing too well slightly ooc cuz none of these freaks would talk to a woman ever sorry if any of this is rushed, i like crashed by the end lololol

pairing: eltingville club x reader genre: fluff word count: 4514

Bill Dickey

Bill's seen you around before at school, but he didn't really pay you any mind. He thought you were cute, but he brushed you off as some dumb bimbo that wouldn't blink twice at him. That was until you two were paired together for a group project.

At first, he was majorly bitchy. Kept whining about how he had to do the project with some stupid bitch that doesn't know her right from her left (his words). That was until the dream.

He was having one of his usual Startrek dreams where he was the hero, but instead of his usual damsel in distress, it was you. After that, Bill got more reserved around you, yet he was kinder. Rather than bitching every time you messed up on the project, he just kindly corrected you.

Over the next few days, you two sort of start to become closer. This is because Bill is lowkey plottin on you, and he finally found his chance to meet up with you outside of school when you mention how you're struggling with science.

"Omg, your soo good at this, i like cant get stoichi-whatever it's called" "Stoichiometry? It's so simple. If you want, I could tutor you outside of class" "Omg really?? You're like such a life saver Billy!" "Well I can have a stupid lab partner. You want to meet up at my place to do it?" "Oh def!!"

When the day finally arrives, at first, he was incredibly excited that he managed to find a way to get you over to his place, but then he realized... you're going over to his house. Where were you two meant to study? It cant be his room because he keeps all his superhero memorabilia up there and he doesn't want to risk you breaking it, and it definitely cant be the living room cause what is his stupid sister tries to interrupt you two. no he cant have that. His third and final option is the basement. It's a bit messy from the last time he and the gang had their meeting, but he thinks that if he tries hard enough he can clean it before you come over.

You get there, and now you're being tutored by bill. The chance to mansplain basic info to some pretty chick is majorly stroking his ego. You two are sitting on the couch in the basement with quite a bit of distance between you, but any time you ask for major help, he doesn't hesitate to lean all the way over to help correct you. His face is RED by time he's done you're so pretty up close and you smell so nice.

Over time, even once the project is done, the study sessions become a regular thing between you two, and it is NOT good for him. He's counting down the seconds until the next time he can get you into his basement. He can't stop thinking about you. Your voice, your smell, your lips. He'll never admit it, but he's OBSESSED. All that he's thinking about while tutoring you is the way that your lips would feel pressed against his. He's convinced you're a witch. That's gotta be the only explanation. There's no other reason he would be this obsessed with a woman. You have to have put some spell on him. You know what breaks all spells? A kiss. He's managed to convince himself that maybe if he kisses you, the illusion that your so... perfect, will leave him. And that's just what he plans to do at your next study session.

Here you two are again, same couch, same people, same reason, but everything feels different. You cant quite place what it is, but something about Bill is off today. Not in a bad way, but maybe he's a bit cleaner. Like he put a bit more effort into getting ready. Strange. Maybe you'll ask him about it.

While you're over there trying to place what seems so different, bill is trying to work up the balls to kiss you. He's convinced that whatever you've done to him will fade once he does it. He wont be so enamored by your laugh, and the way that your hair falls to frame your face. By the way that he can smell whatever new perfume you've decided to try, and the soft giggle you let out when you don't quite understand what he's saying. But what if it doesn't work. What if these feelings magnify ten fold after the kiss. What is he to do... He might as well just go for it and pray that he returns to normal. What he didn't realize is that he's staring at you while contemplating what to do.

"Hey Billy are you o-mph!" He cuts you off with a kiss. Its sloppy, and he tries to go in with too much tongue way too fast, trying to emulate what he's seen from his crappy pornos. Once he pulls away, both of you are a bit out of breath. You let out a little giggle at the dazed look on his face. "I was wondering when you were finally gonna kiss me"

Jerry Stokes

You and Jerry have lived next door to each other since before you could remember. He's always been sort of a shy kid, and you quite the opposite, but you two were forced to hang out with each other often enough as children that you two grew rather close. I suppose over the years, a distance has grown between the two of you, well with him hanging out with the club more and you with your more popular friends, but your mother has recently insisted that you stay at the Stokes place while she's out of town for a weekend trip.

You don't mind it much, thinking of it as a chance to reconnect with an old friend. Jerry also didn't mind it, well that was at first. This was until Bill and the rest of the gang got to him "You cant have a girl stay at your place" "god does she even know anything about lotr. she'll totally just mess up your stuff" "who knows, that girl's like stupid, maybe he'll get lucky" these, among many other claims are made by his little friend group. He tries his best to brush these comments off, but he's a bit worried. What if you two no longer have anything in common. What if he makes a fool of himself in front of you. He has always had a small crush on you, maybe this is his chance. His racing thoughts got cut off when he heard the doorbell ring 'shit its her'

He can hear you and his mom chatting down stairs, just basic stuff like "how have you been" "its been so long" and the likes. He overhears his mom call him downstairs and rushes down

"Hi Jer! I feel like we haven't talked in like agessss, what have you been up to?" "H-hey y/n.. uhh I haven't been doing much.."

His mom urges you two upstairs so you can catch up. At first it's a bit awkward, but then you start talking about some fashion magazine that you had been reading and its as though you two never stopped hanging out. He doesn't quite follow everything your saying, not knowing the difference between a halter top and a Henley, nevertheless, he smiled seeing the way that your eyes sparkled. Seeing how animated you got while talking about your interests. During your time apart, he had forgotten about how your smile could light up a room, but now that seems to be all he could focus on.

Over the short weekend, you two become closer than ever. He cant help but notice the way that you flutter your eyes at him when he talks about his interests. He finds everything that you do to be so cute, I suppose his old crush hit him hard. The weekend begins to come to an end, but a few hours before you leave, you remember something. An excuse to talk to Jerry more. Homecoming. You figure that if you ask him and he isn't busy, you two can hang out there and have a good time.

"hey Jer" "What's up y/n?" "Do you like.. have a date to hoco?" "Ah no.. parties aren't really my thing" "Awww, i was totally gonna ask if you wanted to like go with me or something"

He chokes when he hears you say that. There's no way his childhood crush is asking him to homecoming. He stutters out something along the lines of "Well I wouldn't mind going if it was with you.." "Great, then its a date!"

Whelp, now Jerrys out of commission. His brain short circuited hearing you say those words "its a date" did you mean that in the simple phrasing, or did you mean that its a DATE kind of date. Before he got the chance to ask, you hear the doorbell ring and your mother downstairs here to pick you up.

"Well, looks like I gotta go.. Ughhh I was having so much fun hereee, We should like totally do this again!!" "Y-yeah"

He's still so shocked that he barely processes your kiss to his cheek as you leave. All he can think about is the way that you looked staying at his house for the short weekend, whishing it lasted longer.

As the days passed, you two were back in school. You waved at each other in the halls, even going so far as to say high to each other. Doesn't seem so shocking, but its more than you two did previously. You started actually hanging out at his place again, realizing how much you two missed each other. You two eventually get closer, but Jerry still is unsure whether or not you consider your homecoming date to be an actual date. He certainly wants it to be, but do you?

Jerry is counting down the days until the dance, and wouldn't you know, its finally arrived. He's sweating BAD. He doesn't know what to do, he's worried that this was somehow just some cruel joke, but all of his fears melt away when he sees you in your dress. You're the most stunning woman he's ever laid his eyes on. Now, he has a whole new set of fears. 'What if he looks stupid standing next to you. ''What if you think he-' you cut off his racing thoughts

"You look very handsome today Jer!" "You do too. I mean- You look beautiful, not handsome- not that women cant be handsome but-" Your laughter cuts him off "You're so cute y'know" "bidibidibidi, okay buck!"

He freezes. There's no way that the hottest girl he knows just called him cute and THAT was his response. He wants to crawl into a hole and die, but you grab his hand and lead him into the school gym. At first, you two just sit around and talk but then your favorite song comes on.

"OMG i LOVE this songgg!! We HAVE to dance" "I don't know.. I don't really do dancing" "Come onnnnn its gonna be so funnn. Please Jerrr"

He cant resist the way that you look at him, so he gives in. You two dance for a while, but then the up beat pop songs switch to a more slow, romantic kind of vibe. Jerry contemplates going to sit back down, but then you pull him in. You place his hands on your waist, while you wrap yours around his neck. He wonders if you can feel him trembling under your gaze. If you can tell that he's freaking out at the closeness of your proximity. Your scent overwhelms his senses and all he can think about is you. He decides he's finally gonna do it. He's gonna lean in and kiss you, but that's when the genres switch again. You pull away, complaining about your heels making your feet hurt. Damn.. he missed his chance. You can tell that he's a bit sulky after the dance, but you assume its because he still wanted to dance

"Come on Jer, we can go back to dancing in a bit, I just need a moment to rest" "Alright.."

The dance finally comes to an end. You two walk home together, and you stop in front of your house to talk for a bit before you head in and he goes home.

"It's getting late, I guess it's time for me to go" "Without a kiss goodbye? what kind of a date is this"

He stops in his tracks. So this WAS a date, and she WANTS you to kiss her. He turns back to face you and he begins to lean in. He pauses a bit halfway, but you don't hesitate to meet him in the middle. It was simply a quick peck, yet Jerry swears he felt fireworks.

"That's much better"

He stumbles off back to his house as he hears you say goodnight.

Pete Dinuzio

Pete had no intention of falling for you. It started off as a bet between the group. Pete claimed that he would be able to make out with one of the ditzy popular girls before the end of the month. That's how he met you.

He's had his eye on you for a short while. but never planned on talking to you. You were just good fuel for his late night fantasies, but when the bet was made, he decided he simply couldn't miss his chance at you. Even with all your pink, he sees a Scream pin on your backpack. Bingo. That's his in. His conversation starter. He waits until he catches you alone to talk to you about it.

"So.. you like Horror movies?" he nods towards your pin "Oh totally!!! I think they're like majorly cool, but they give me the wiggins haha" "Then how did someone like you sit through Scream?" "oh well.. I started it cause my friends told me that Bill and Stu were like majorly hot, I was like majorly freaked the whole time I watched it though. I like cant watch horror movies by myself or else I get majorly paranoid"

You couldn't make this any easier for him. Over time, he keeps approaching you to make conversation. You two actually begin to become rather close friends, close enough to where you're willing to be seen outside of school with him. Its nearing the end of the month, and he doesn't want to lose this bet, so he invites you over for a movie night.

"I don't know Pete, I'm gonna like shriek and its gonna be so embarassinggg" " Come one man, you have nothing to worry about, I'm gonna be right next to you the whole time" "Okayyy, but don't get mad when I have nightmares, its gonna be your fault" "I could never get mad at you doll" "Haha You gotta cool it with that nickname Pete" "Never"

This comes as a surprise to him. He actually meant those words. "I could never get mad at you." I suppose over these past few weeks, he's gotten rather attached to you. I suppose its become a bit more serious than just a little bet to him. Maybe this was a bad idea, what if you find out that it was just a bet. Well i guess there's little chance of that. What if you don't want to kiss him and you hate him after this.. Eh you're just some dumb bimbo, it's not like it matters if you two are friends after this right?

He gets his house ready, luckily for him, his brothers and his dad are out of the house for now so he wont have to deal with them coming over and messing things up. He planned to get this kiss by the end of the night and he has it planned perfectly. He's gonna smoke some, offer some to you, play some horror film he has laying around, and you'll be so scared that you'll turn to him for comfort. Once you've calmed down, you'll realize how brave he is and you'll kiss him. Easy. It's foolproof, nothings gonna mess it up.

The doorbell rings.

Pete makes sure that everything's where he needs it to be. Its all perfect so he opens the door

"Hey y/-" "Hey Pete! I hope you don't mind that I brought some friends along with me.. I thought it would be nice if we had a few more people!"

It's ruined. Now he's gotta come up with a new plan. What were you thinking bringing three of your friends over, now he's never gonna win the bet...

You all come inside and settle down, you next to Pete, your friends kinda just on the couch by y'all. Some of them mutter about how the place reeks of weed, but you tell them to be nice.

"Sooo what movies are we gonna watch Pete?" " Oh well I was thinking we could start with a classic, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, then we could do Black Christmas, and maybe Hellraiser." "Sounds awesome, I'll try not to get too scared" "You can hold onto me if you get to frightened" "Maybe I'll take you up of that offer"

Okay, this isn't totally ruined, maybe he can get you alone later, or maybe your friends will leave or fall asleep and then you two can have a chance alone.

He starts up a movie, and he keeps glancing at you through the corner of his eye. You seem so interested. You go on about how you feel bad about how they're treating Franklin. He thought it was so cute how worked up you got over some fictional guy. He wonders if you would feel bad for him when he got harassed at school.

Around 30 minutes into the second film, your friends drag you into another room. Pete tries his best to listen in without making it too obvious. He hears them complaining about how boring this is and saying they want to leave. He hears you begin your words of protests but your friends cut you off saying that either you can stay or you can go with them but either way they're leaving.

Pete's given up, its clear that his plan was a bust and he's going to have it held over his head by his friends for the next millennia. He sees you guys coming out and your friends heading for the door, but you're walking over to the couch. What, are you going to give him some dumb excuse as to why you have to leave? He's surprised when you sit down next to him.

"Apparently, they had some curfiew" "And you don't?" "Luckily, I told my parents about my plans and they were cool with me staying as long as I want" "So you still want to stay, Doll?" "Of course I do, I'm having a great time with you, Petey!"

The plan is back on, but now Pete isn't as sure that he should stick to it exactly. Rather than trying to coerce you into kissing him, he decides to just let the night go how it wants, and if the time feels right, he'll lean in.

You two got 45 minutes into the third movie before you stopped paying attention to the film, both to enamored with talking to each other to pay attention to what's going on, Kirsty Cottons screams being rather nice background noise to your conversation.

"You're saying that you would rather be stalked by Candyman than Ghostface?" "I'm saying I'd rather be stalked by neither, but at least I know who Candyman is, Ghostface could be anyone, it could be my father!" "But your father could be easier to get away from than some ghost!" "Yeah.."

You notice the way that Pete's face falls when you bring up his father, so you try your best to change the subject.

"Okay, fuck marry kill... Pinhead, Bubba Sawyer, and Nosferatu" "...Can I kill them all??" "Noooo you have to play alonggggg" "Fine, ill fuck pinhead cause you know hes gotta be into some weird shit" "Are you into weird shit?" "Only if you are"

you let out a giggle at this, so Pete assumes his charms are working

"Okay, getting back on track, what about the other two?" "I'd marry Bubba Sawyer, less money to have to spend on meat" "So you're killing Nosferatu??" "Would you not?" "Eh, I suppose out of those three I'd kill him too." "Exactly!"

As your conversation begins to fade, Pete sees you looking at his lips. He decides that now is his chance, so he leans in and kisses you. At first you start to pull away in shock, but then you decide to deepen the kiss.

Pete is ecstatic, it's better than he ever could've imagined, but something feels wrong. He kissed you, but he won the bet. What if word gets back to you on this. I suppose that's just an issue for another day

Josh Levy

Josh was in shock when he first saw you in Joes. He was convinced you've gotta be lost. Boy did you look it, but you still perused the shelves with a determined look on your face. He wondered what someone like you could be in here for, while he was busy thinking, you noticed him and your face lit up. You begun to walk up to him, but at first he ignored you because he was convinced you had to be trying to get someone else's attention, that was until he heard

"Hey! we go to the same school right?? I think I have you in social studies... You're like... Josh right?"

he looks as though you've just thrown a bunch of freeze potions on him the way that the man stood still when he heard you say his name

"I.. Is that not your name? If it isn't then I'm like so sorry, I've never been too good with names-" "No, Josh is right" "Oh radical! I was just wondering if you could like help me find the latest Star Wars volume? My little brother is like totally into it and his birthday is coming up soon so I thought it would be like so bitchin if I could buy him a copy for his birthday!" "I-uhm I could definitely help you find it" "Awesome! You're a total lifesaver Joshie!!"

Even while dazed that you're actually talking to him, he manages to help you find the right comic you're looking for. You decide to ask for his number just in case you need more nerd help for your brother, maybe you could even ask for some comic recommendations for him!

While you're overjoyed that you found someone that could help you out with your little brothers interests, Josh is stunned that a hot chick like you asked for his number. HIS. He's convinced that this has gotta be some sort of prank.

He rushes straight home because he's realized he's running late to the club meeting. They'll shit their pants when he tells them about this interaction. The only thing is, they don't believe him. You got his number, but he didn't manage to get yours. They, being the high school boys that they are, decide to make fun of him. That is, until you talk to him in school. You stopped him in the hallway early morning while he was talking to his friends.

"OMG Josh thank you for your help before! He was like so psyched when I gave him his present!!" "I'm happy to help"

And then you threw your arms around him. You're hugging him. In public. In school. In front of his friends. I guess they cant make fun of him for making up a girl anymore.

You wave goodbye and run off towards your friends before he can fully process the hug, that's when he hears the bell ring. I suppose he's gotta go to class.

Later that day, you decided to give him a call.

"Who is this?" "Hey Josh, its me y/n! I like totally forgot to call you before, I was so busy with my brother's birthday and spending time with my family, y'know?" "Its fine, did you need something"

Little did you two know, that conversation of yours would last literal hours, you two only realized it when you noticed that the moon was out.

Over the weeks, you and Josh began to get closer, he even went to your house once or twice. You loved the way that he got along with your brother, talking about Doctor Who and Star Trek. It's nice to see your younger brother getting along with someone, and Josh certainly does look cute when he's using his little nerd terms, he even learned.. what was it.. Klingon? God he's such a dweeb. But he's your dweeb.. Well, not YOUR dweeb, but like a dweeb that you're friends with. Right. Just friends.

Its just another day where Josh came over to your place, and you two are just hanging out in the living room with the TV on. It was playing Sabrina the Teenage Witch. You had originally turned the show on to introduce Josh to one of your favorite shows, but then he started talking about how the cat reminded him of some creature from the X-Files. God he's so cute when he's talking about the little shows he's into. Oh my.. you're totally into this dork.

"I could totally kiss you right now" "and then they- wait what..?"

Holy shit... you just said that out loud. You told him you could kiss him. I mean you totally would if he wanted to but like what if he didn't. Come on y/n he's just staring at you, you've gotta say something

"I said I could like totally kiss you right now" "O-Oh"

Okay and you doubled down. What's the worst that could happen. he could reject you. Maybe he isn't into you the way you're into him, but there's no way it'll become too awkward if he isn't right?

While you're freaking out, so is he.

She likes me. She likes ME. I mean I would definitely kiss her too. I guess i could tell her that. But what if she's joking. His thoughts are erratic. He can feel his palms getting sweaty and his mouth getting dry. He cant leave you hanging, he's gotta say something.

"I wouldn't mind it if you kissed me..." "Really?" "Really."

Your eyes begin to flutter close as you begin to lead forward, his mind is racing but all the thoughts stop when your lips touch. All he can think about now are how soft your lips are and how sweet you smell.

You pull away. He has a look of disbelief on his face

"God the guys aren't going to believe this" "You're such a dork!"

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I hope u enjoyed this :)

[retroellie]

Daddy Dixon

Summary: Daryl dixon as a dad :)

A/N: Heyyyy pookies!! It's been a while <3 but it's my yearly upload, i have some others I'm working on but idk if I'll finish them. I've been very hyperfixated on writing lately, probably my period lol. But enjoy my stinky butts!! Miss y'all

Warnings: NSFW, Dirty talk and breeding kink

Word count: 3.5K

-Daryl Dixon has never seen himself as a father. He would much rather the process of making a kid than the actual kid itself. Considering his childhood, maybe it's for the best.

-However, this man definitely has a breeding kink idc

-He loves the intimacy of cumming inside you. The way your body reacts to him filling you up, the way your eyes roll back, and your legs start to shake

-He can't help but picture how pretty you'd look pregnant as well... but he never actually wants you pregnant, he can't be a father

-When you found out, you didn't know how he'd react... you weren't sure if his obsession with cumming inside you was just that or if he really wanted you knocked up

-You tried to drop hints to him, just trying to decide if he was cool with it.

-"Jesus... fucking love your tits." He would moan out while his face was stuffed against your chest.

-"You know... pregnancy makes a woman's boobs so much bigger... cause they fill with milk and shit."...

-You weren't too good at dropping hints clearly; you made a lot of foreplay awkward with it. But how does one go about this?

-You eventually told him, you could only hide the small bump and morning sickness for so long

-To your surprise... he was furious.

-You knew he would have a lot of different emotions coming out. Hell, you did too, but the way he snapped... the way he yelled at you.

-"Are you fucking serious?? Please tell me your fucking with me girl!!"

-You couldn't tell if your tears were because of him yelling or if it was the pregnancy hormones already coming out to play. 

-You were a puddle on the floor as you watched him pace back and forth. Yelling terrible things, things that you were never even sure he was capable of saying.

-The worst thing he said... the worst thing he accused you of... was cheating.

-"It ain't mine!!! That's for damn sure!!"

-"Daryl your the only one i've been with since the end of the fucking world!! Plus you don't don't how to fucking pull out!!"

-"Nah... you've been hanging out with Spencer for a while!! Following him around like a damn puppy!"

-The whole argument ended with punched walls, slammed doors, and a sobbing you curled up on the floor.

-You hated it... But you started to think maybe he was exactly like his father. He sure seemed to act like it

-The worst part is he thought it too... but the only difference between them was he couldn't rid this ache deep in his chest every time he thought of your tear-filled eyes as he screamed.

-He cooled off for 2 weeks... he needed to. He needed to gather his thoughts, he needed to clear his head and make sure he came up with the best damn apology he could

-He eventually did. He picked flowers for you, made dinner, got down on his knees, and ate you out right on the kitchen table.

-That night he apolgized so much it was ingraved in your brain, even after all the fucking you did. 

-"I'm really sorry, y/n. I just... this is all so new and 'm scared I'm going to be like my old man. Ya deserve a good guy to raise a kid with and that baby does too... I think I'm just a little bit scared... I'm going to fuck this kid up."

-It was the most vulnerable you've ever seen him. That alone just proves how different he was from his dad... or any man that would ever do the things he did to his child.

-After that, Daryl was always with you. He stopped going on runs and on long hunting trips. He was literally connected to you. It was almost suffocating, but it was nice to have him around and not run away every chance he got.

-The very rare times he did go on runs, it was just for you.

-The stores he would scope out, he made sure to go to the mommy/baby sections first and take whatever contraptions he could

-One time he brought home headphones that go around your stomach to play music for the baby.

-"Daryl... why does the baby need music?"

-"Guess it's supposed to increase brain waves or some shit?? I don't know a woman!"

-He made sure you were as comfortable as you could be. He ran baths for you and helped you bathe, he would give you massages, and he would allow you to use him as a body pillow.

-You had him wrapped around your finger... but he couldn't deny that he loved it

-Of course he was also your personal sex toy!! Even when you were all big and pregnant.

-Any and every time you needed him, he was there for you.

-Sometimes you could only ride him; that's the only position your big belly allowed you. So Daryl would just lie down, one hand on your hip and the other in yours so you could balance... He would just watch you thrust and buck down on him as if you were a goddess walking the earth.

-"Feel good, baby? Are you hurting?"

-"Mhhh... fuck! No, please... keep... f.... keep your hips like that!"

-Sometimes you couldn't even do all that you were so big. So Daryl would lay you down, a pillow underneath your hip, and he would thrust into you so softly. yet he would still have you cumming within minutes.

-You and Daryl both decorate the nursery. There wasn't much of a theme due to the lack of baby decorations in the end of the world. But you did your best, making sure it was gender neutral due to the lack of knowledge about the gender.

-You also had so much help from the community, like so much that it was kind of like the group's baby more than it was yours

-Carol was like your damn mentor, she made sure you knew what you were getting yourself into

-"Breastfeeding would probably be best for you, I mean there's only so much formula.... and if you're already leaking then that's a good sign!! But just in case, make sure you are massaging and lotioning your nipples every night... You can even have Daryl stimulate them during sex. Just to keep them flowing and not clogging up on you!"

-You just asked about baby bottles....

-Glenn, Maggie, Rick, and Michonne all gave you hand-me-downs from their kids. Like you had a mountain of clothes by the time you were 5 months.

-There were times when the pregnancy got so overwhelming for you... like just the exhaustion and the aches and pains and the insecurity, causing you to break down in tears.

-Daryl would hold you, rubbing your stomach softly while you cried into his neck.

-"Honey... you are doing so good. You will be such a good mom... This kid is lucky to have you, I know I couldn't carry a child the way you do."

-He was never good with words, never good with emotions... but something about seeing you all pregnant made him so vulnerable. Suddenly he was a damn poet...

-You were forbidden to set foot outside of Alexandria. Like literally forbidden... even from the group?!? As if you'd want to go out there...

-But of course, you complained about it, you couldn't let your pregnancy make you soft

-The birth was kind of crazy, very unexpected and very fucking crazy

-Your water broke, Daryl rushed you over to the medic. Suddenly, Michonne was holding one of your hands, and Daryl was holding the other. Rick was throwing instruments to Maggie, who for some reason, was delivering the baby. Carol was helping, then Eugene was in there, then Glenn, hell, why not have Abraham in there as well!

-But it didn't matter because 20 minutes into pushing, your baby was in your arms.

-You were very similar to Daryl in the "I don't think I'll be a good parent" department. But at that moment, looking down at your newborn... You knew you would do anything for them.

-For the first couple of days, you spent at the medic to make sure everything was good... in those first couple of days, Daryl refused to hold the kid.

-He seemed to think he would break them, they were so fragile and frail... his hands were so rough that he felt he would turn them to dust by simply touching them. However, he was always around, always watching and making sure they were okay.

-One day, you got frustrated with it, even if you were trying to be as understanding as you could. You had just pushed out a 7 pound baby with Daryl's big ass head, you needed Daryl to hold them when you needed to pee, okay??

-You pulled him over to your bed one day, sitting him down and handing him the baby.

-"Woah!! woah Y/N!!"

-"Shush!! You're gonna startle them... Here, just support their head... There you go..."

-He melted immediately, almost surprised that they didn't break from him merely holding them. It was a touching moment, almost like the world clicked for Daryl

-After that, the baby was attached to Daryl... you didn't mind, you got some good naps.

-Daryl was a good dad, no... he was a great fucking dad. Not to mention him being the best co-parent out there.

-Like you always got a full night's rest because Daryl refused to let you get up to get the baby.

-When you were stressed, almost crying on the floor because the baby would not stop crying, Daryl would take the baby from you, give you a soft kiss and tell you to take a nice shower.

-Daryl would make you meals while you tried to get the baby down for a nap or bedtime.

-It's almost like Daryl's years of hunting and living out in the forest prepared him for this in a weird way. Days without sleep, thrown-together meals, no time to focus on himself.

-Daryl talked so softly to the baby too, he was still very afraid to hurt them because of how small they were. So he used his softest voice when speaking to them.

-"You're a hungry little thing, huh?? Aren't you, sweetheart... yeah..."

-"Oohh Shhh... It's okay, honey. Daddy's here..."

-"Is that mommy?? yeah?? You wanna say hi to mommy??"

-He definitely calls the baby "Bug", "Bunny", and "honey"... and yes, "Sweetheart" as well. Idk it just fits him

-He loves calling himself daddy and you mommy. I feel like this is nonsexual too, like it just makes him giddy thinking y'all have a baby together.

-Unfortunately, he does need to leave on runs sometimes because he is like the only one who can track, so the group needs him. He hates it though, he hates being away from his kid.

-When he gets back, he won't put the kid down, man.... he makes sure to tell the baby all about his trips though. You could listen to him talk to the baby for hours.

-"Daddy rode his bike all the way back home with Uncle Rick on his bike!! Even though daddy almost flung him off the back of it many times.... what?" He said, watching you stare at him from afar.

"Nothing... nothing at all, Dixon." You said, smiling down at the dishes you were doing.

-Of course Daryl still makes time for you, no matter how busy he is... he doesn't care. He has to give the mother of his child love too.

-After the baby was asleep and he knew the baby would STAY asleep... he had you on that bed.

-Daryl was much softer now. Long drawn-out session with eye contact and soft caresses... he was a dad now, he was just softer in every aspect.

-However, daryl dixon is still the wild and dirty fucker he has always been. So if there ever is a time where you just need to be fucked nice and good, or even a time when daryl KNOWS you need to be fucked nice and good... trust he will.

-Like one time, you were so very stressed out. The baby would not go down for bed, the laundry needed to be folded, the dishes had piled up from dinner, one of your milk ducts was clogged, your hair hadn't been brushed for days... you were a tired mom.

-Daryl noticed it as soon as he got home; the stress just radiated off of you.

-He took the baby from you, rocking them gently as he ghosted his lips over your ear.

-"Go to the bedroom... I'll be there when I get the baby to sleep."

-It was not a suggestion, it was a demand, and you were not going to pass up on that.

-It was 2 hours of pure Daryl... a couple of breaks in between so Daryl could check on the baby, but other than that it was just him.

-I'm talking, rope, spankings, choking, praising mixed with some degradation, folding you in half, soft kisses, and face being pushed into the mattress so you wouldn't wake the baby.

-You were feeling much better after that :)

-I just want to draw some attention to domestic Daryl :) Like Daryl doing laundry or dishes while you take care of the baby.

-Watching the kid grow up was hard for Daryl, like really hard... because they were so small only a year ago?!?! Why are they talking and walking now?

-He would be so excited to show you how they walk or a new word he taught them.

-"Go on, bug!! tell mommy!!" He said, excitedly holding the baby up to you as you folded the never-ending laundry.

-"f... f... fr.. oog.. froog" your baby would struggle out.

-Fortunately, everyone loved the baby!! So you had babysitters for days.

-Sometimes, carols would come over just so y'all could get some actual sleep or just a decent shower.

-Birthdays are always big for the baby, since they are your first, obviously y'all are going full on out!

-Daryl made you dress up like a princess one year and, surprisingly, got Rick into a dinosaur costume another year!

-The baby had made you both so much softer around the edges, but that did not mean you two weren't still capable of the things you were before. I would say it made it even worse, the lengths you two would go to keep that baby safe...

-There was a raider you came in contact with on a run, it was all fun and games till he brought your kid up. A rage rushed over you, and you were this hungry monster, hitting and stabbing whatever you could because no one brings up your kid like that...

-The kid was NEVER allowed outside the walls until they hit 13... that was an agreement you both made very early on when you guys had seen the innocence the child radiated. You promised to keep them that way as long as you could.

-There were nights when Daryl would get quiet, like really quiet and you weren't used to that, especially now. So when you would ask if he was okay, he would kind of shrug it off... but when he eventually opened up, it left him a shaking mess.

-"I'm just thinking about my old man..."

-"Daryl, honey... You're nothing like that. You know that, right?"

-"Yeah... yeah, no I know. I just... I look at that baby and I think, how could anyone do that to a child? Did I do something? Was I made differently?"

-The whole him having a kid thing really sent him down a spiral of his abusive childhood. Not only was he scared of becoming his father, but he was scared of the things his father had done.

-When Daryl got frustrated or angry at your kid, he would have to walk away... not that he would ever hurt them, but the slight possibility that he could snap, even just yelling... he wasn't taking chances.

-Sometimes the thought of his father made him so paranoid that he would become distant, needing space to just clear his mind because he can't be a father if he feels like everything he touches will get burned...

-You just let him have his time, making sure to be soft with him when he comes around again.

-In conclusion, Daryl is very traumatized... he's hurt and sometimes it all gets too much for him but that doesn't mean he won't try to be the best damn father out there.

-The baby just does not stop growing and before you guys know it, they're now a child with thoughts and words.

-Of course they grow up to look exactly like Daryl, same blue eyes and brown hair.... asshole wouldn't let your kid have any of your genes.

-You would think having a baby would be harder than having a child, but you would be wrong.

-There is so much that comes with having a child!! They need constant stimulation or they go insane. So your house is always a mess, toys scattered everywhere, dirty clothes, snacks they forgot to eat... not to mention Daryl's crossbows.

-Daryl gets down on the floor to play with your kid, acting out funny little scenarios with they're action figures or letting them put makeup on him.

-Bedtime stories are a must! And luckily, Daryl is very good at telling a good story.

-Daryl being a good father gets all hot and bothered, like it makes your heart flutter and your stomach twists and turns...

-As soon as the kid falls asleep, you are on Daryl, man. Like a wild animal, probably even more eager and needy than before you had a kid.

-"Woah there.... I guess princess wizards and talking donkeys really get you going, huh?"

-"Jesus christ Dixon... shut up and fuck me."

-Even though quickies have been a more common occurrence nowadays, Daryl still loves his drawn-out love-making sessions. He likes to take his time on you, likes to worship the body that brought his favorite human into the world.

-He also makes sure you KNOW you're beautiful and he still loves you, stretch marks and baby fat and wider hips and all... he thinks you're the most sexy person ever.

-"So pretty... so fucking pretty baby... you're glowing..."

-"Look at those hips bunny... makes me wanna fill you up with another one..."

-"No, no... let me see that tummy baby... Look at that, so soft..."

-He's just very understanding surprisingly, like he just knows how your post-pregnancy body has you feeling. So he makes sure he does what he can to make you feel better.

-Daryl helps the kid with their homework, math and science... he tries to help at least. He usually gets frustrated because how did math change all of a sudden?

-"No, daddy! The triangle has 4 faces! but 3 sides...."

-"How the hell..." He sighs, throwing the pencil down in defeat. "Alright...You win kid, guess I owe you ice cream huh?"

-Daryl is very protective of his kid, man... I can not say this enough because this man will literally break someone's jaw for looking at his kid wrong.

-"A kid in my class told me I had weird teeth," your kid said sadly at dinner one night.

-"What?? Did you beat the shit out of them? You better have! What about their dad?? Can their dad fight? Cause I swear to god, when I get my h..."

-"Daryl!!" You had to step in because you knew he could go on and on with his threats.

-After that, Daryl taught your kid how to stand up for themselves... The "redneck way" he explained it. It was basically just throwing punches and bringing up their mother.

-School nights at the Dixon residence are never boring. Trying to get your kid to take a bath and get them in bed is almost more impossible than trying to get Daryl to do the same. Definitely their father's kid man...

-One night on a school night, you were making dinner while your kid did their homework. You were so focused on getting the recipe for "butter squash soup" that you didn't realize Daryl was coming up behind you.

-You giggled softly as his hands found your hips, his lips found your neck and he swayed you both softly. It was a romantic moment, the first slow moment you had all day it seemed... until you heard a squeaky, "EWWWW"

-You kid laughed out, covering their eyes as they jokingly gagged.

-"What?!? I can't love on mommy?!?"

-"No!! That's gross!! Mommy has cooties now!!"

-"Oh cooties huh?? Oh so daddy has cooties..." He said as he lunged at the kid, engulfing them into a hug and covering their little face with kisses.

-The night ended with you and Daryl sneaking out of your kid's room after they had fallen asleep, one last look just to make sure they were still asleep

-"Let's have another one..." You whispered to Daryl as you watched the kids soft breathing.

-"Well... what mommy wants, mommy gets." Daryl says, dragging you off into the bedroom.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

hi! i hope you’re doing well!! i was wondering if you could write something about hector getting baby fever because he’s watching his girl acting like a mom with gael, or lamine’s brother!! thank you 🤍

one day...

masterlist requests word count: 1090

a/n: this one is actually so cute lol genre: fluff warnings: mentions of pregnancy and having kids obviously.

summary: while at a barbeque at raphinha and taia's, hector can't keep his eyes off you and gael.

The first time you held Gael, it was an accident.

Well, not a real accident, more like an unplanned moment during a barbecue at Raphinha and Taia’s place. You were only meant to pass him from one person to the next, a quick pit stop between hands. But Gael had other plans, gripping your shirt with sticky fingers and letting out a gurgling laugh like he had just found a new favorite toy.

From then on, the baby was obsessed with you.

And Héctor noticed.

Now, weeks later, you're back at the same house for another get-together. The sun's out, the pool's full, music’s low in the background, and everyone’s a little sun-kissed and smiley. Most of the players are in the backyard, throwing a ball around and trash-talking each other with loud laughter. You’re not with them.

You're sitting on the patio couch with Gael balanced on your hip, bottle in one hand, wiping drool from his chin with the other. His curls are damp from a bath and his cheeks are rosy with warmth, head resting comfortably on your chest as you hum softly to him like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Héctor can’t stop staring.

He’s standing just behind the sliding doors, leaning against the wall like he’s pretending to check his phone. But his eyes are locked on you. He doesn’t even like babies that much, or, at least, he never thought about them. It was always “later,” always “someday,” filed away under the same vague timeline as a mortgage or maybe a dog.

Until now.

Until he saw you.

You don’t notice him watching, too focused on gently rocking Gael and rubbing slow circles on his back. There’s this soft smile on your lips, so small and calm and real, and Héctor feels something shift in his chest.

You glance up just then and catch his eye through the glass.

He stiffens like a deer caught in headlights.

You give him a little wave with the hand that isn’t cradling Gael, then tilt your head to the side, mouthing "what?" with a confused smile.

He shrugs.

You raise your eyebrows, mouthing again, this time with a grin: "Do you want to hold him?"

Héctor’s already shaking his head before you finish the sentence. “No way,” he says under his breath, even though you can’t hear him. He points to you, then to Gael, then clasps his hands together in a dramatic perfect pair gesture.

You roll your eyes but look flattered.

Eventually, you carry Gael back inside, resting him against your shoulder.

“He fell asleep,” you whisper. “Raphinha said we could put him in the crib upstairs, but I kind of don’t want to move him.”

Héctor looks down at the tiny body curled against your chest and swallows hard.

“You’re really good with him.”

You laugh softly. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”

“I mean…” he shrugs, cheeks a little pink. “I always knew you were sweet, but this is different.”

You shift your weight and gently rock Gael again. “Different how?”

“Like…” He trails off, eyes bouncing between you and the baby. “Like it’s natural. You look like his mom.”

You blink. “Is that a weird thing to say?”

“No.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Just kind of trippy, I guess.”

You give him a teasing smile. “You’re totally getting baby fever right now.”

“I am not.” He protests it instantly, too quickly to be convincing.

You step closer, lowering your voice. “You totally are.”

“Am not.”

“Oh, come on,” you whisper, grinning. “You’ve been staring at me for like twenty minutes like you’re seeing your future.”

“Maybe I am.”

The words are out before he can stop himself.

You blink. Your eyes go wide for a second, surprised at his honesty.

Héctor doesn’t look away. “I mean it.”

You look down at Gael, still peacefully asleep in your arms, then back up at Héctor with a softness in your gaze that melts him completely.

“Do you think about it?” he asks, quieter now. “Like… one day? Having a family?”

“With you?”

He nods.

You smile again, gentler this time. “Yeah. I think about it.”

He watches you swaying side to side with the baby, the warm gold of the sunset lighting up your hair, and something stirs deep in his chest. It isn’t fear or nerves. It’s peace. Hope. Something that feels a lot like home.

“I never used to,” he says quietly. “Not seriously. But seeing you with him… I don’t know. It makes me want things I didn’t even know I wanted.”

Your fingers brush gently against Gael’s back as you glance up. “You don’t have to want it right now.”

“I know. But I’m not scared of it. Not with you.”

You reach out with your free hand and take his, lacing your fingers together. His thumb rubs slow circles over your knuckles.

After a few quiet beats, you smirk. “So… you are getting baby fever.”

He groans. “Don’t make it a thing.”

“It’s already a thing.”

“I just said you’d be a good mom, that’s all.”

“And that you saw your future. And that you weren’t scared of having a family.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“You’re in love with me.”

He leans in, resting his forehead lightly against yours. “Yeah. I am.”

Your smile grows, warm and glowy and smug. “Want to hold him now?”

“Nope.”

“He’s asleep.”

“That’s worse. What if I drop him?”

“You won’t.”

“You say that, but I will.”

You laugh, adjusting Gael’s blanket and kissing the top of his head. Héctor watches you again, quieter this time, like he’s trying to memorize it. You, holding a baby. You, in a moment of calm and love and gentleness. You, as someone’s future, his future.

“Okay,” he says suddenly. “I’ll hold him. But only for like thirty seconds.”

You light up. “Seriously?”

He holds out his arms, bracing himself. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

But you’re already beaming, handing Gael over slowly like you’re passing off the crown jewels.

Héctor takes him carefully, gently, terrified and fascinated all at once. Gael shifts slightly but doesn’t wake, nestling into Héctor’s chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Your hand rests lightly on Héctor’s arm.

He looks up at you.

You smile.

“See?” you whisper. “You’ll be good at this.”

He holds the baby like he’s holding something sacred. Maybe he is.

“Only because it’s you,” he murmurs. “Only ever with you.”

[allpiesforourown]

Okay, I have some comments (agreement) on three of your posts, so I'll just put them in one ask, lol.

First of all, you are SO RIGHT about toxic yuri. Oh my God. I'm a bi woman and I'm usually more attracted to mlm works like danmei, and a lot of yuri just doesn't do it for me, so I'm just constantly wondering if I've got, like, internalized misogyny? What's the deal here? But then there's the occasional yuri like Madoka and I go absolutely fucking feral and make it my whole personality for months. Like, yes, give me all of the toxic yuri, all of the doomed yuri, all of the girls and women being obsessive and flawed. That's what I like about danmei, really, the obsession and the character flaws and the angsty yearning. But women are never allowed to go crazy or even be a little flawed like that, not even in fiction. Often, it's because creators and audiences alike judge female characters harsher (a reflection of real life, obviously) and so they have to make the female characters "perfect" or they won't be liked. But their being perfect is exactly what I dislike, because it's not realistic, and it's not interesting! So, yeah, absolutely, that's why toxic yuri is so much more appealing, especially compared to a lot of others.

Second of all, you're also so right about Yue Qingyuan. When I first started SVSSS, I thought, "Oh, so he kinda sucks," 'cause he clearly knew about Binghe's abuse but only gave mild advice to SQQ to maybe treat him a little less harshly. But then, he kinda does seem like a really good guy later, and especially with the realization of his tragic background, it's easy to forgive him. But so often the fandom reduces him to lovable idiot who's never done anything wrong and like. He was totally fine with Shen Jiu abusing a child. It's not like he was unaware of it, and while he's not malicious, he was willing to turn a blind eye to it. We obviously know the reason why later, but even so. I do love him, though, but I feel like sometimes the fandom whitewashes some of the characters too much. Like, Shen Jiu had a tragic backstory, but that only explains his actions, it doesn't excuse them. Of course you can love him anyway, but I think if you're whitewashing his character into something he's not, then you don't really love the character, or else you'd love him the way he actually is. And Shen Jiu's abuse of Binghe is very important to, like, everything, because the cycle of abuse is such a central theme. Shen Jiu and his own victim, Bingge, demonstrate how abuse can turn victims into abusers and continue the cycle. Shizun and Binghe (Bingmei) demonstrate how the cycle can be stopped.

Finally, that post you reblogged about social media, and your tags about how you open TikTok, block 50 people, and then leave is sooo true. The danmei fandom, especially artists, are, at least to my knowledge, a lot more active on Twitter than Tumblr, so I go on Twitter to check when I'm bored, and. I open it, I block 50 people while getting mad just the way they want me to, and then I close it. Then I open it again later! I guess I'm a glutton for punishment because seriously. I need to stop.

Anyway, thanks! Keep on fighting the good fight (shizunfucking)!

1. YEAH. Like so many yuri stories are just "they're cutely blushing before mustering up the courage to hold hands" and its just boring. Are they allowed to show any emotion other than uwu puppy love I'm a grown ass woman

2. Yue Qingyuan's cycle of abuse being ignored is so sad like yes he started out as a slave. But he is now the leader of one of the most powerful sects in the cultivation world, and he uses his authority to enable and protect abusers. Why erase such a big part of his story

3. TWITTER IS DEADDD its all blue checkmark engagement baiting with racism and even within the danmei community the people on Twitter will jump anyone who has an opinion they don't like it's so evil there

[fairytaleendingss]

Would you be willing to write for ava starr? fem or gender neutral reader?? any prompt or idea is okay!

Mission Accomplished

Summary: Ever since you joined the team, you and Ava had never really clicked. When you're paired together on a mission, in the hopes of getting you to bond, a lot goes wrong and maybe a little goes right as well.

Pairing: Ava Starr x gn!Reader

CW: Thunderbolts* Spoilers, Swearing, references to death and dangerous situations.

So this was super fun to write! Please send me more Marvel requests. You can find the characters I write for listed in my Navigation.

Also, none of the mission info in this is probably very accurate to canon but it was the best I could come up with so don't judge too harshly lol. Just use your suspension of disbelief and all that.

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"You're staring again."

You blinked sluggishly at Yelena as your awareness drifted back.

"I- what?"

The two of you were standing in the Watchtower's private gym, sparing together as you often did on Tuesday afternoons. It had become somewhat of a routine for the two of you ever since you'd moved into the building a few months ago.

The whole thing had been quite a whirlwind. One moment you were trapped in a vault with a bunch of highly trained assassins, all trying to kill each other, and the next that same group was being dubbed the "New Avengers."

Working alongside a team of misfit anti-heroes was never quite where you pictured your life heading. However, somehow, it seemed to work. You all seemed to understand each other in a way that no one else really could.

You and Yelena had become fast friends, bonding over your shared love of animals and trashy TV shows. Bucky and John bickered a lot but were kind of like the annoying older brothers you never really wanted but couldn't help but harbour a fondness towards anyway. Alexi never failed to make you laugh with his terrible Dad jokes and stories from his hay-day as the Red Guardian back in Russia. And Bob was... well, he was Bob. Everyone loved Bob.

However, there was one team member that you hadn't quite clicked with in your time at the Watchtower. The same member that you couldn't seem to stop staring at as she took her aggressions out on the punching bag across the room.

Ava was someone who seemed to continuously impress and surprise you. Despite her traumas, and previous inexperience with team-work, she was one of the loyalist people you'd ever met. She was strong and intelligent and determined, not to mention beautiful, and over the last few months, you'd begun to develop feelings for her - not that you'd ever admit it despite how glaringly obvious it was to all your friends.

But no matter how hard you tried to close the figurative gap between the two of you, she continued to meet you efforts with apathy and disinterest. And for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why.

Yelena rolled her eyes affectionately, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

"You, my friend, are obsessed."

"What? No I'm not."

"Yes you are!" Yelena argued. "You should just suck it up and tell her how you feel instead of doing this awkward tip-toeing around each other thing. It's honestly becoming painful to watch."

You shoved her lightly. That was Yelena, always glaringly honest, never one for sugar-coating things.

"It's not that obvious, is it?"

"Yes, it is!" She deadpanned. "You know it's getting really weird for the rest of us, right?"

You sighed thickly, stealing another glance in Ava's direction.

"Whatever, let's just get back to sparring."

"Fine."

You both got into your fighting stances, bouncing on the heels of your feet, ready to start.

Over Yelena's shoulder, you saw Ava move from her spot at the punching bag across the room. She walked towards her gym bag and shed her shirt, revealing her sports bra, before reaching for her bottle of water. Your stance lowered as your gaze settled on her toned torso.

Then, there was impact as Yelena lunged towards you. She grabbed your arm in a swift movement, sweeping your legs and pushing you easily to the floor. You landed on your back with a harsh thud as the wind was knocked out of you.

"Seriously? This is pathetic. It's like your getting distracted on purpose at this point," she muttered, climbing off you.

"Nice move, Yelena," a second voice came from above you and you looked up to see Ava towering over you, skin glistening with sweat and gym bag tossed over her shoulder as she headed for the exit.

Once she was gone, you let out a loud groan, clenching your eyes shut and letting your head fall back on to the cushioned floor.

--

When Bucky told you that you'd been assigned a new mission, your first instinct was to be excited. You loved being out on the field, feeling like you were using your abilities and training to do something good - to actually make a difference. However, what came next made your stomach drop.

"You're going to be partnered with Ava."

"Wait, what? Like, just the two of us... working together?"

You searched his face for any sign of humour but he just nodded stoically.

"Yes. The two of you are the only members of the team who still haven't warmed up to each other. It's important that you learn to work together. Think of it as team bonding."

You're eyes widened. "Bucky, I know your experienced and all but this is a bad idea. Ava hates me. We'll never be able to work together."

He just shrugged. "Well, you'll just have to find a way to make it work. It's important for the sake of the team."

He handed you the mission report to look over before exiting the room. You thumped gracelessly down into a chair with a loud groan as you began to flick through the file. You'd had some rough missions in the past but this one, you were sure, was going to end in disaster.

As Bucky left the briefing room, he caught the eye of Yelena who'd been waiting outside the door, listening in on your conversation.

Bucky sighed as he came to stand in front of her, running a hand tiredly over his face. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

Yelena shrugged. "I hope so. It's the best way to get them alone together."

"Let's hope they're open to talking," Bucky muttered. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

Yelena just smirked.

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Ava was already waiting at the loading bay by the time you arrived the next morning. The sun was just beginning to rise over the New York Skyline but that didn't seem to deter her. She just raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"Took you long enough," she grumbled before making her way onto the Quinjet.

"Well, good morning to you too," you muttered sarcastically to yourself as you followed her on board.

Most of the flight was filled with awkward silence as the two of you sat across from each other. The only conversation shared was cold and emotionless as you discussed the mission briefing.

The plan was simple. Infiltrate an old S.H.I.E.L.D lab and obtain their agent files. Valentina was looking to recruit new agents and what better way to find them then through a pre-organised database. The only problem was, many of these bases still had active defense mechanisms in place and you had no way of figuring out what these systems would do if activated. So it was up to the two of you to dismantle the protections and obtain the data without drawing any attention.

You knew why they'd chosen Ava for this task. She was the best stealth operative on the team. But for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why you'd been the one chosen to carry out the mission with her, instead of Bucky or even Yelena. Stealth missions had never been your forte and with the addition of Ava's clear distaste towards working with you, there were bound to be some hinderances.

The jet placed you about a mile away from the entrance of the base and you and Ava trekked in silence through the forest until you arrived. Once the base was in sight, you crouched behind a bush and went over the plan once more.

"Here's what's going to happen," Ava stated assertively. "I'll phase through in and turn the power on. We'll need it to open the doors but it could activate the armaments so be careful. I'll dismantle the infiltration system and you head straight for the operations room in the east wing and gather the data. I'll run a check to see if any other defenses are still activated. Once you have the files, we'll meet at the back exit. In and out, okay?"

You nodded assertively, flicking through the plan once more in your head.

"Okay but what if-"

Before you had a chance to finish your question, Ava had already disappeared. You sighed thickly and stood up straight, waiting for her signal.

There was a pause and after a moment, a buzzing sound rang out and you watched the building flicker to life. With swift precision, you headed for the door as it began to slide open.

The corridors of the empty building were bare and difficult to navigate. Furniture lay abandoned in the space, files left open and covered in dust. After it was made known that Hydra had infiltrated, all those years ago, it seemed agents were forced to leave in a hurry as the agency was unexpectedly disbanded.

You headed quickly for your destination. You knew exactly where to go after having carefully studied the building's floor plan the night before. You found the room you were looking for in no time, you coughed as dust rained from the ceiling when you pushed open the door.

The air in the room was stale. It was dark, lined with rows of long abandoned computers and splayed desk chairs. On the far wall was a large screen, one that you assumed was once used for briefings and conference calls with high class operatives.

"I'm in," you affirmed into your com, hoping that Ava had managed to complete her portion of the task.

The speaker crackled to life in your ear. "Okay. Just clearing the south wing now. Grab the data and get out."

"Copy that."

You hurried towards the computer, fingers crossed that it still worked. You shoved the USB into the slot and watched the screen flicker to life. O.X.E had created these USBs for the specific purpose of overriding S.H.E.I.L.D firewalls and accessing their database. You could only hope that it actually did it's job.

Once you were in, you made quick work of downloading the files you were looking for. You were just about done when things took an unexpected turn.

The room shifted, the lights in the space switching to a dim red and an alarm blaring from the ceiling. You looked up just as a robotic voice echoed through the space.

"Breach detected. Engaging lockdown protocol."

Suddenly, the doors around slammed shut, the noise echoing out through the space.

"Shit!" you muttered to yourself.

"What's going on?" Ava's voice came in your ear.

"We must have missed something," you responded, doing your best to sound composed. "There must have been a defense system built into the database. This lockdown thing was triggered when I started moving the files."

"Crap," Ava responded. "Can you get out? I'm headed your way now."

Hurriedly you swept the room, looking for a point of exit but they were all sealed. You moved to the edge of the room, sliding your hands along the walls in the hopes of finding some sort of hidden reset device but you came up empty.

It was then that the voice chimed out again.

"Vacuum system engaged. Oxygen levels at 80%."

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, moving back towards the computers. Maybe there was someway for you to deactivate the system. You doubted it. It was clearly intended to conceal intruders in specific situations just like these.

You could feel the air growing thinner around you but you tried not to pay it too much mind. Instead you focused on completing the mission and downloading all the agent files onto the USB. You could only hope that Ava would find a way to get you out.

Speaking of Ava, it was at that moment she phased into the room. Her eyes were dark as they landed on you.

"What the hell happened?"

"I don't know. But we have to get out of here fast. The oxygen levels are depleting."

She nodded stoically and walked towards the door. She aimed her blaster towards it and fired but all it did was leave a dent. The door didn't budge.

"Okay, so that doesn't work. Do you have another plan?"

She gave you a sharp look as the voice rang out again.

"Oxygen levels at 50%."

"Have you tried going through the computer?" she asked impatiently.

"The systems all locked up. I barely managed to get half of the names," you sighed. "Hopefully that'll be enough for Valentina."

Ava sighed thickly and you saw the way the muscles in her jaw flexed.

"Here," you pulled the USB from the computer and handed it out to her.

She raised a brow. "What are you doing?"

"Ava," your voice was soft. "You can get out of here. I can't."

She shook her head firmly, pushing your hand away. "Absolutely not. I'm not just going to take that and leave you here."

You couldn't help the dry chuckle that escaped your lips.

"What could you possibly be laughing at right now?" She exclaimed eyes wide.

"Sorry," you muttered. "It's just funny. I think this is the longest conversation we've ever had."

Something shifted in Ava's gaze.

"Oxygen levels at 30%."

It was starting to get harder to breath now. Your heart was pounding and your chest was heaving. You held the USB out towards her once more.

"Come on, just take it. If I'm going to die here, at least let me know the mission was completed"

There was an empty pause between you. Ava was looking at you in a way that she never had before. Her eyes were glazed over, filled with something akin to fear. The expression looked wrong on her, unfamiliar and unwelcome. You wanted nothing more than to make it disappear.

In a moment of bravery, you reached a hand up to cup her cheek, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. You half expected her to pull back, to brush you off in horror and disgust, to shove you away and phase out in an instant. Instead she leaned into your touch.

"I wish we had more time. Maybe one day we could've been friends."

Her breathing hitched at your words and her gloved hand reached up to cover your own. Her eyes were wide and scared as they bore into yours but something deeper and more raw was swirling below the surface.

For a moment everything else melted away. The blaring of the alarm faded into the background, the fear loosened it's grip around your heart. For a moment, you just let yourself be there with her.

"Oxygen levels at 20%."

You gently pressed the USB towards her chest and you couldn't stop the tear that slipped down your cheek.

"Please just go, Ava," you pleaded. "There's no point in both of us dying here."

It was then that she took a step back, releasing her grip on you. She shook her head firmly, like something inside of her was clicking into place.

"No." She stated, her words so steady that you almost believed them. "This isn't happening. You're not dying today."

"Ava-" you started but she shook her head once more. You could practically see the gears turning inside of her.

"I'll be back. I'm going to get you out of here."

Your eyes widened as a newfound fear pulsed through you. You had no idea what she was planning but you could only hope it wasn't something too reckless.

"Ava!" you called again but she was already gone.

You sighed as heavily as your body would allow you too. The air was getting thinner by the second. You could feel your chest heaving, lungs clawing for oxygen.

You moved to sit down as a wave of dizziness washed over you. You hit the floor hard, your back leaning against the wall as you gasped for air.

"Oxygen levels at 10%."

The corners of your vision began to blacken and a sickening sinking feeling embedded itself in your chest. There wasn't enough time. Ava wasn't going to make it back before you lost consciousness. The mission would be a failure. You'd never get the chance to tell her how you felt.

You choked on tears as the world began to spin around you. You kept a firm grip on the USB in your hand. You hoped that Ava would have the foresight to at least pry it from your dead fingers. Surely that's what she'd find when she returned.

You consciousness was beginning to fade now. The sounds around you were beginning to disappear. Your vision was blurring, black dots invading your eyeline. You collapsed onto your side, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. With a final wheezing breath you let your eyes flutter shut.

There was a loud bang, a sound that came from somewhere to to your left. Or was it behind you? You couldn't tell. Everything around you sounded like you were hearing it from underwater.

Something was tapping your cheek and there was a voice, ringing like a bell, saying words you couldn't quite make out. You forced your eyes open to see Ava's face in front of yours. She was grabbing at you. Her fingers were pushing at the skin of your neck. You could see her mouth moving but you couldn't make out what she was trying to say. You let your eyes flutter closed again just as you felt your body begin to move across the floor.

Then you were gasping awake, awareness crashing back over you like a tidal wave. The first thing you noticed was the sky above you. You were out of the lab and laying on the grassy forest floor. There was a stick poking your back and drops of rain were beginning to trickle onto your face but you were alive.

The second thing you saw was Ava's face hovering above your own.

"Oh my god."

Her words were dripping with relief and it was then that you noticed the gentle placement of her hand on your stomach.

"I thought I was too late. I thought you were dead."

You blinked up at her dumbly, still trying to regain your cognizance. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your head was still spinning but the feeling of Ava's hand was grounding, like she was the only thing keeping you from floating away.

"You came back."

Your words were soft, barely a rasp as they fell from your lips, but they were filled with emotion.

Ava reached a hand up, brushing your wet hair from your eyes with movements more gentle than you'd ever seen from her. She was looking down at you with such concern, like she thought you were going to break in her grasp.

"I would never leave you. Not ever."

You sighed, the burning sensation still lingering inside of your lungs. The words slipped out before you had a chance to stop them.

"I thought you hated me."

You watched as her eyes slipped closed, almost as if the the words brought her pain.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You always avoided me," you continued. "I tried to be your friend but you never wanted me around."

"That's not true," she whispered. Her voice was so soft that you almost didn't hear her. "I was just scared. I didn't know what to do. No one has ever made me feel the way you do."

And suddenly, it all made sense. Suddenly, you understood. Ava had spent so much of her life alone and unloved. She was used to pushing people away, it was self-preservation, almost instinctual.

"...But when I saw you in there," she continued. "When I thought you were going to die... it made me realise how stupid I'd been. I care about you, so much. I need you to know that."

You couldn't help the soft smile that grazed your lips. Despite the pain and exhaustion and the cold of the rain falling on your face, all you felt in that moment, was warmth.

"I care about you too, Ava. More than you even know."

She smiled back, gently leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you for saving me."

She pulled away to meet your eyes.

"I'll always save you."

You sighed contentedly, taking her hand in yours and for the first time in a long time, maybe ever, you let your self hope. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the start of something beautiful.

It was then that you noticed the plumes of dark smoke that were filling the sky. Your mind wandered back to the crash that you'd heard inside the base.

"Ava? Did you blow a hole through the wall?"

"Yeah, I might have."

You chuckled. "So much for a stealth mission."