#sorry for cross tagging... you know how it is..

[lvrspiastri]

can i request an op81 smut where she’s landos best friend and he starts to have a crush on her but he doesn’t know if her and lando like each other. but she thinks oscar doesn’t like her because he doesnt really make conversation with her whenever they’re alone but it’s only because he gets so nervous and it comes out weirdly and then lando figures he likes her. but oscar is jealous of their interactions but then lando sets a situation up where oscar n his girl bestie are alone n they have a confession and then fuck.

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sorry for the time this took. exams fucked me up. hope you like it

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✧. ┊     PAIRING: jealous!oscar x fem!reader

✧. ┊    WORDS: 3k

✧. ┊    TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+, smut, jealousy, coarse language, fingering, squirting, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm. wrap it before you tap it pls

He just observes. Silently. With his teeth clenched. Lando squeezes her shoulders, voice smooth as he laughs about some cheesy shit. She's got that distinctive laugh when he's with her. That laugh that rings through a room. And she throws her head back, hair cascading down her shoulders. It's not fucking fair only he can have evoke that within her. Oscar knows they'd been each other's best friends since they were old enough to say the words. Doesn't make it any damn better.

And it was he who had won. Oscar. He who'd gotten pole and kept the lead all the way through. He who fended off his own experienced teammate. He who should get the attention. Why the fuck was she making heart eyes at Lando, then?

They manage to separate. Somehow. He stares on with a clenched jaw and Lando, the bastard, sends a smirk his way before heading out to see his parents. She walks over, chipper, none the wiser to his inner turmoil. He'd always avoided speaking to her. Mainly because he knew she had no feelings for him whatsoever. So why bother? Why bother falling for her, knowing in the end....she's gonna choose Lando. But also because his tongue gets tied. And he can't stop staring at her when she speaks. But he can't escape this, trying to keep his eyes off her figure as she saunters.

"You did so well today, Osco," she drawls, smile twisted up in a charming manner. Fuck. The way she calls him that dreaded nickname...

"Thank you," he nods, arms crossed so his biceps flex. It was always on purpose, contrary to popular belief. "Couldn't have done it without the team."

"Must you be so humble?" she chuckles, leaning on the wall in front of him. No. In fact he wasn't. He knew it was all his own doing. The team didn't exactly help in keeping Lando behind him for 52 laps. He wasn't their second fucking driver. He knows he's just...better. But he forces an innocent grin.

"Ah, it's the car, really. But I appreciate the sentiment." She nods, tucking her soft hair behind her ear. It was almost dusk. Golden hour. So the fiery light floods the room, highlighting one side of her face, darkening the other. Like the moon. Gorgeous...

"How you celebrating?"

"Honestly?" he sighs, scratching his neck, tilting it in the perfect position so she could see just how thick his neck was. "Might just treat myself to some Maccas and watch a movie." He never was the partying type of man, contrasting his teammate. He found no pleasure in seeing men and women get drunk and grind on each other to shitty house remixes of pop songs. And he certainly never looked for a girl to take home. The only girl he wanted to fuck was standing right in front of-

No. Fuck no.

"That's boring, don't you think? Let me take you out." The offer was tempting, to say the least. Wherever she was gonna take him, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. Or his hands. He wouldn't be able to do it. He wouldn't be able to resist.

"Ah, that's kind, really. But I have a flight to catch a 4 AM." Lie. It fucking hurt to lie to her like that. But it was better than potentially jumping her like a wild animal and ruining everything he'd worked so. Damn. Hard. To. Build. She frowns, sighing. It's clear she doesn't buy the lie.

"That's too bad. Some other time, then." He nods in agreement, making a mental note to pack protection for the so-called 'other time.' "I'll see you next week, then?"

"Yeah, yeah, you will. Yeah. You'll see me on the top step again." He hides the cocky smirk daring to embrace his face and just laughs instead.

"Sure. Have a good night."

"And you," he nods, swallowing thickly. His hands are trembling but he hides him by shoving them in his pockets. And the look on her face isn't happy as she leaves. Great. Fucked up. Again.

He's in his room drunk when he sees the videos.

Of them out. Clubbing. They're intoxicated.

Classic.

Singing "Titanium" on top of their lungs (reminding Oscar of the shitty music that frequented clubs and why he would never visit one again), holding each other while making fierce eye contact.

And he damn near breaks the phone.

They're way too close to just be motherfucking friends. In a lapse of judgement, he switches to iMessages, shooting a quick text to Lando.

It's unlike Oscar.

He doesn't call.

He doesn't wake up until there's a loud knock on his hotel room door. The beer clouds his mind, legs feeling like jelly as he makes his way to open the door. Lando leans against the doorway, jaw clenched.

"Mind explaining what that was last night?" Lando lets himself in, gaze steely, voice an eerie calm. Oscar hasn't a fucking idea of what Lando's talking about.

So all he manages in reply is a dumb "Huh?"

While rolling his eyes, Lando takes our his phone out of his pocket and shows Oscar the texts that he sent. Apparently. Must've been piss drunk.

"What...What's this in reference to?"

"Well, you didn't exactly say when you called me a 'cunt' but i'm guessing you saw something from last night." He pockets his phone, crossing his arms.

And then it rushes back. The close lips. The drunken singing. The fucking holding.

"You're fucking her, aren't you?" It just comes out. It's crude but it sums up his thoughts. And he realises his mistake because Lando's eyes widen.

"Are you fucking insane? Seriously? You think I'm fuckin' sleeping with her?"

"Yeah, you know what? Yeah. You think I don't see the eyes you make at each other? The media's accepted her as your WAG, about time I do too-"

"Shut your bloody mouth." He whispers. Low. Dangerous. "She's my best friend and that's all she'll ever be. And I know you're angry but that doesn't give you a right to spew bullshit at me." Oscar looks away. He knows Lando's right. Of course he is. They're better than this. But fuck, that girl has him feeling things he shouldn't. Acting like he shouldn't. He's a damn monster because of her.

"What else do you want me to think? Hm? When I see you and her singing in each other's mouths? Dancing with each other? Do you have any idea how much it stings-"

"Then talk to me, Osc. You never told me you liked her. I figured it out on my own. And honestly, I'm getting sick of being the damn owl in between you two."

Fuck.

Now he feels bad. Lando had always been there for him. Through it all. Through the lows of McLaren he started out with. Through the dumb team orders. He didn't deserve Oscar's selfish episodes. But he doesn't apologise. He just stares at the carpet until Lando speaks.

"I'm gonna bring her here tonight-" Oscar cuts him off.

"I told her I had a 4 AM flight." He mutters.

"Yeah, no shit you lied, she knew it the moment you told her," Lando scoffs. Oscar rolls his eyes, knowing it was a dumb move. Now she probably thinks he hates her for rejecting her invitation... "I told her it was because you're an idiot. I'm gonna ask her to come here. Say you want to apologise. And...you take it from there." He swallows thickly, nodding. He could damn near kiss Lando for his kindness.

"Thanks. Thanks a lot." He fiddles with his maroon shirt.

"If you fuck this up..."

"I won't. Swear. Not this time." He reassures Lando. He'd be the biggest idiot in the world to fumble this opportunity. Which Oscar isn't. Sometimes. They wrap up the formalities and Lando leaves. He's just grateful he didn't cause a rift between them. After Logan left, Lando's the only true friend Oscar had.

He waits the whole day.

He counts every second.

Ever minute.

Every hour.

He irons his shirt twice. Brushes his teeth enough to destroy his toothbrush. Polishes his shoes so one could use it as a mirror. And spends an hour trying to figure out how many buttons of his shirt should be undone so he would look hot but not desperate.

And then he hears the knock, her sweet voice ringing. "Oscar? It's me." She's early by five minutes. He didn't even get to check his cuffs. He breathes deeply, opening the door, putting on his nonchalance act.

"Hey, come in," she steps into his suite. And god, she smells like a dream. Looks like one too. With that lace dress he can see her bra through, the fucking bare legs carrying her. Oh, he was done for. "T-take a seat, yeah, think of it as your own house." Why the fuck did he say that? Idiot!

She smiles sweetly and sits on the edge of the bed. "Lando said you had something you wanted to say to me." He sits beside her. Cautious. Careful not to touch her or the dam of desire he was keeping locked inside him would break.

“Yeah, I did.” He looks anywhere but at her. One look at her perfect mascara-covered lashes and all he’d wanna do is make the mascara run down her cheeks. “Sorry for, uh… blowing you off.” The words scrape out, rough and inadequate.

She doesn’t say anything right away. Just tilts her head, arms crossed, like she’s trying to decide if he’s worth the effort. Again.

“You had a plane,” she says, voice carefully neutral. “That’s what you told me.”

“I didn't,” he lies again, softer this time, and immediately hates himself for it. He exhales, rubs the back of his neck. “Okay. I was. I just… I didn’t think I could handle seeing you.”

Her lips part, confusion flashing across her face before it hardens into something unreadable. “So instead you lied to me. Classy.”

“I didn’t lie...,” he says too fast, too defensive. “I just...needed space.”

“Funny. I offered you dinner. Not a proposal.”

That shuts him up.

The silence stretches. Heavy. Uncomfortable. And all he can think about is how close she is, how good she smells, how stupid he is for missing that dinner—for missing her.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, this time quieter. Real.

“I didn’t come,” he says suddenly, voice low, “because I like you.”

She blinks. The anger in her eyes falters, just slightly.

He exhales, finally looking at her. “I lied about being busy because I didn’t trust myself. I didn’t want to come over and—mess it all up. Say the wrong thing. Or worse, jump you like some idiot with no self-control.”

Her brows draw together, confused now. Not angry. Just trying to figure him out.

“I wanted it too bad,” he says. “You. I wanted you too bad.” He laughs bitterly, eyes on the floor. “So yeah. I lied. Because I liked you. And because I’m a coward who didn’t know how to handle it.”

She doesn’t speak right away.

Just watches him. With a different perspective. Like the sharp edges of her anger have dulled under the weight of something warmer. Softer.

“I liked you too, you idiot,” she says quietly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I invited you out. What did you think that was about?”

He huffs out a laugh, eyes flicking up to meet hers. There's disbelief there. Relief. Want. "Yeah, well, I thought you wanted Lando."

She laughs in a way that makes him feel like an idiot. "Are you serious?"

"You're always so fucking close. But he came in here this morning. Told me I was being a dick."

"You were," she leans in, whispering.

His gaze drops to her lips. He doesn’t even try to hide it.

She leans in just a fraction, eyes half-lidded. “I wore mascara for you, you know.”

His jaw tenses.

“Wouldn’t mind if it ran a little,” she adds, barely audible.

Something in him snaps—not violently, but with aching restraint. His hands hover at her waist, like he's asking for permission even though his body is already leaning into the answer.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasps.

“I won’t.”

His hand splays over the fabric, gripping her dress like it’s the only thing tethering him to the earth. And then—he yanks her forward, mouth crashing into hers with a groan that sounds more like a growl.

There’s nothing soft about it. It’s messy. All teeth and tongue and desperation. Like he’s starving and she’s the first thing he’s been allowed to touch in months.

She barely has time to gasp before he’s pressing her into the bed, one arm braced beside her head, the other gripping her thigh and hitching it up around his waist. The dress rides up. He doesn’t even care. Doesn’t think.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he snarls against her jaw, lips dragging along her pulse. “I didn’t come over because I wanted to rip this fucking dress off the second I saw you.”

His teeth graze her throat. Not gentle. Not playful. Claiming.

She moans, fingers in his hair now, nails raking his scalp, and it only spurs him on. Makes him insane.

“You invited me over like it was nothing. Like you didn’t know I’ve been going insane thinking about you.”

He kisses her again, harder, his body pressed flush against hers, hips locking into the space between her legs like he was meant to be there.

“I lied because if I came over, I would’ve taken you right there on the goddamn dinner table.”

Her breath stutters.

He laughs darkly, hand curling around her neck—not tight, just enough for her to feel the tremble in his fingers.

“You want mascara to run?” His mouth is on her ear now, voice low, wrecked. “Say the word and I’ll have you crying in five minutes, pretty girl.”

And the worst part?

She wants him like this.

God help them both.

So she nods.

Small. Slow. But there’s something in her eyes. A glassy, reckless glint , that sends lightning straight through his spine.

His breath catches like it hurts.

Because fuck, she means it.

And she knows exactly what she’s agreeing to.

He laughs. Sharp, disbelieving, half-mad. His fingers dig into her hips, grounding himself before he does something he won’t come back from. But he’s already past that point. Already gone.

“God, you’re gonna ruin me,” he whispers like a prayer, forehead pressed to hers, his voice wrecked with need. “One little nod and I’d burn down the whole fucking world for you.”

She tilts her head, lips parted, panting, daring.

So he does what any man completely gone would do — he takes that nod as gospel.

He drags her to the floor like gravity means nothing, lays her out like she’s sacrament. Worship and destruction all in one. His hands tremble with how hard he’s holding back.

“I want everything,” he breathes, eyes blazing. “Every sound, every tear, every breath you’ve got left.”

He grabs her legs roughly, placing them over his legs. His hands hook into the waistband of her panties and pulls them off so quick they rip. He doesn't apologise. Hell, he doesn't fucking care. He tosses them somewhere before spreading her wide and pressing his tongue against her core. His eyes flutter shut and she tastes like everything he'd ever dreamed of. Whines spill out of her. Whimpers. He eats. Sucks. Licks. Slurps.

His hands grip her inner thighs bruisingly, holding her apart despite her trembles and squirms. Her hand lands in his hair, pulling so hard it hurts. But in all honestly, it just makes him hornier. It takes him a while to realise she's screaming. Spasming. Worried, he pulls away.

"Fuck, you good?" She heaves, breasts bouncing through the dress.

"I just came 3 times in a row, what the fuck do you think?" Three times? Holy fuck, he's going on like a man possessed. He lets out a light chuckle, licking her sweetness one final time before moving to his knees and placing his middle finger on her tongue. He shoves it so far down she nearly gags before snugly fitting in his ring too.

"That's right, pretty girl. Suck."

His fingers get coated in slimy wet. He pulls out of her mouth, teasing her clit with it, earning a sweet sweet groan out of her.

He doesn't give any warning.

Then he sticks his fingers in, making her jerk and tremble.

"Ngh!" she screams and he places a hand over her mouth.

"Careful, my angel. Wouldn't wanna have the hotel staff complaining?" She nods sweetly, fluids dripping out of her and sticking to the carpet. He makes a mental note to clean that later. The repercussions would be embarrassing, to say the least.

A flash and she squirts. She fucking squirts. Screaming. Aching.

He laps up the squirt almost immediately, savouring the sour tang on his tongue. All she does is lie there pathetically, groaning.

"Need...dick inside you..." he heaves, eyes glazed over. He pulls away, lips wet with her fluids. "Is that okay?" She lets out a soft whine as permission, hearing the gentle thud of his belt hitting the carpet. His veins already throb, swollen tip leaking. He's been wanting to intertwine their souls together for far too long. Wanting to leave an imprint on her no one could erase. He slaps his dick on her clit a few times before sliding into her, letting out a throaty growl. "My love..."

"Mghfh!" her hands desperately cling onto something. Anything. For leverage. She settles on his shirt, an iron-clad grip bound to leave dirty nail marks on his skin.

The sounds they make are erotic.

Skin slapping skin.

Whines.

Groans.

Wet squelching.

And fuck, mixed with her pussy, it's all too much.

So much.

Fuck.

"I'm gonna..." she doesn't finish her sentence before he's already spilling inside her, wet bursts filled with cum spoiling the hotel room carpet. He couldn't give a single shit.

His eyes fixed on her. The hair strands that clung to her face. Her flushed cheeks, sweaty neck. Fuck. He could cum right then and there.

"You okay?" He asks, voice raspy. She softly nods, brains fucked out. He knows it's time to stop, time to lay in bed with her, talk about everything he loves about her. Until he hears another squeak.

"Another round?"

[aventurineswife]

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

“The Only Choice That Mattered”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then—they stood. Waddled. Rushed.

Straight into Jing Yuan’s arms.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You held your breath.

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

And Blade… froze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinked.

"...Huh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

The baby crawled forward.

Paused.

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

They turned.

And crawled straight into his arms.

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

“You… chose me?”

You smiled. “Looks like it.”

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

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

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

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

Ratio adjusted his spectacles.

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

The baby squinted at the array of items.

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

Ratio blinked.

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

You chuckled.

“They chose you.”

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

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

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

“They see you,” you whispered.

His lips twitched.

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

[jordiemeow]

MISC BOT DUMP ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

21/06/25

featuring characters from: challengers, star wars, bones and all, dune & outer banks

thank yew all for 1.8k!! i keep missing these bc i don't religiously check my profile anymore but i appreciate it so much <33 i love you all !! carrie & lowell themed bot release next i think :) maybe a mini req drop in between

also this rafe request is literally a billion years old i'm so sorry to whoever sent it. i got there eventually !

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enjoy ! <3

CHALLENGERS

CATHOLIC GUILT

patrick zweig x user

It was harmless infatuation at first. Just a little crush on a friend he was raised with that grew into their features well. Except he's begun to realise that his desire for you runs a lot deeper than he thought. Guilt can only hold him back for so long, and Patrick's running out of ways to pretend he doesn't want to fall.

OVER THE PHONE

art donaldson x user

Art’s at an out-of-state tournament, and even though it’s only two weeks apart, the distance feels tough for both of you. And, like the horny idiot you've come to know him as, he can’t resist dropping the classic question: "What are you wearing right now?"

patrick version here

SECOND PLACE, FIRST CHOICE

tashi duncan x user (wlw)

In public, Tashi is untouchable. She smiles for photos. She says all the right things. But behind closed doors, she's taunting you, whether that's with a barbed remark or with her fingers between your legs. You like knowing you’re the secret. The mistake. The one thing she won’t admit to. Maybe tennis is sex.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

patrick zweig x user

Patrick already has quite the reputation. Cold, brooding, rude—the exact opposite of his closest companion, Mr Donaldson. When you get invited to one of the season's musical soirees, you don't expect to receive an insult behind your back from a man you hardly know. Apparently he lives up to that reputation.

DISCO GIRL

tashi duncan x user

Tashi hates journalists. Except you, apparently. She likes the way you phrase your questions. Just on the right side of invasive, but never too pushy. When you cross paths with the rising tennis star at a party the night of her press conference, she asks to take you to the floor.

DINER

art donaldson x user

It was impossible not to develop a crush on your waiter, especially when you spend so much time there. Boyish smiles, notes scribbled on your receipt, free coffee refills for his favourite regular. Eventually, he works up the courage to ask you out. You'd be an idiot to say no after weeks of quiet pining.

STAR WARS

CORUSCANT UNDERWORLD

anakin skywalker x user

After a heated clash with the Jedi Council, Anakin seeks solace in the only place that ever quiets the storm inside him—a dimly lit club on Coruscant where his favourite dancer knows just how to ease the tension. Tonight, he isn't the Chosen One. Just a man who wants to forget.

bot version of this fic

HANDMAIDEN

padme amidala x user (wlw)

Padmé is caught in the middle of galactic politics and rumours about her and a certain Jedi aren't helping. As her handmaiden, you've always stayed in the background, loyal and quiet—that is, until your jealousy about her budding relationship with Anakin grows too much to ignore.

RECKLESS PILOT

poe dameron x user

You’ve always thought Poe was arrogant, reckless, and far too cocky for a pilot. He thinks you’re too uptight and stubborn for your own good. Unfortunately, General Organa just paired you together for a mission. Said mission does not go well.

BONES AND ALL

CANNIBAL MEET CUTE

lee x user

You've always been good at keeping your distance and staying under the radar. Until Lee shows up, tracking you by that weird scent only eaters share. Turns out, he's not here to hurt you, just to find someone like himself. Maybe solitude doesn't have to be the only option.

BONFIRE

lee x maren x user

You're new to the whole eating thing, so when Brad and Jake stumble upon you and offer to let you tag along, saying yes just seems logical. But there's something sinister about them, something you refuse to acknowledge until meeting two other young eaters. After spending the night nursing beers around a bonfire, your discomfort resurfaces. With one glance and a quiet word, Maren and Lee make their choice clear: leave now, or don't leave at all. It's up to you whether you want to go with them.

PAYPHONE

lee x user

When your friend Lee disappears out of the blue after his father dies, you never expect to hear from him again until a late-night call pulls you back into his orbit. He's bloodied, broken, and on the run. After all this time, you're still the only person he trusts.

SURVIVORS

maren yearly x user

After years of silence, scars, and survival, Maren has learned to keep moving. Alone. Always alone. But when she crosses paths with another like her—another eater, haunted and hungry—something shifts. Against her better judgement, she introduces herself. She's tired of doing this alone.

MISC

BODYGUARD

paul atreides x user

You’re just a guard doing your job: watching over the Emperor and staying out of trouble. But Paul is struggling. Beneath all that power and prophecy, he’s lonely. Married to his wife for political reasons, divided from his people by the pedestal they've put him on. He's starting to want something more than just your protection.

AWKWARD MOVE OUT

rafe cameron x user

It's safe to say your little deal with Hollis blew up in your face after Groff tattled in Morocco. Following a heated phone call with Rafe, your relationship came to an abrupt end. You stalled moving out for a few days, clinging on to the hope that he'd call you back and at least talk things over, but it was radio silence on his end. When you finally get off your ass to start moving out, he unexpectedly arrives home early. Awkward.

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[millersdarling]

jackson!joel x reader

summary: you wake up from a nightmare and, for the first time, you don’t feel completely alone.

warnings & tags: estabilished relationship, comfort after hurt, reader has ptsd, grief

a. n.: hello! this is my first short (very short) fic. sorry for any typos in advance, english isn't my first language :)

your scream could be heard from meters away from your room. no, not your room. joel’s room. it’s the first night you sleep together, and this is what happens. not that you’re worried about that. right now, your head is nothing but a massive swirl of fear, dread, and pain.

“hey, baby,” joel says, his voice soft as his hand gently slides along your thigh. as if he’s not sure he should even touch you. “baby, what happened?” you can’t speak. not now. not when all you can hear inside your mind are screams, muffled sobs. you see images of dead people, begging for help even though there’s nothing anyone can do for them. you hear the sound of gunshots aimed at the heads of people who aren’t entirely gone yet.

joel stays with you the whole time. eventually, he kneels behind you and wraps his arms around you from behind. big arms surrounding your body like a cocoon that might shield you from all the dangers in the world, even from your own mind. he doesn’t tell you to stop crying. he doesn’t tell you everything’s okay, because it hardly ever is. sure, things are better in jackson. since you arrived a few months ago, the constant fear of sudden death has lessened. but still, your past lingers behind you. and it always catches up, no matter how far you try to run.

in time, your breathing returns to normal. the shaking eases. your tears dry. “i’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice weak. joel still hasn’t let go, but he kisses the top of your head. “i didn’t mean to wake you.” “it’s okay, baby. do you feel better now?” you nod. as much as you can, yes. you feel better. with joel, it becomes easier. you haven’t been seeing each other long, just recently started getting close in a way you never thought you could again. you had a few things in the past, sure—mostly physical, not really romantic. joel is different. you haven’t crossed that line yet, just shared some kisses and gentle touches. he knows you’re not ready, that the months leading up to jackson changed you in ways you haven’t fully healed from. and still, this has been better than any relationship you’ve ever had.

“good,” he says, letting you go just enough to move in front of you. joel approaches slowly, giving you time to object if you don’t want him closer. you stay silent, especially when he kisses the tear-streaked skin on your face. “is there anything i can do?” he’s a sweetheart. even though he’s tried to hide it for far too long. joel miller is the sweetest man you’ve ever met. sweet. gentle. perfect. enough to make you want to burst every time he does something that leaves you speechless for an entire day.

you sniffle, wiping your eyes with your sleeve as he pulls back. “i’ll take that tea only you know how to make.” he smiles. joel kisses your forehead before standing and leaving the room.

you head to the kitchen a few minutes later. you watch joel prepare the warm drink while he hums some song older than you. when he finishes, he calls you to sit next to him on the couch, two mugs in hand. you sit beside him, curling up as one of his arms wraps around your shoulders. you drink the tea in silence. and somehow, that’s the best thing joel could do for you. stay.

[zerocoded]

summary: your boyfriend's duality sometimes confuses you, other times, tho? you live for it.

authors note: i had to do this because i've been being wrecked by this man since 2021. also, "the manliest man of enhypen" ?????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT SIR. so, yes, i'll die on this hill: masculine men with feminine face traits. KILL ME ALREADY YANG JUNGWON.

banner creds: designenha on x, you carry this fandom on your back, ma'am.

warnings and tags: brat!reader (just a lil) • suggestive content • minors, do not interact • harddom!jungwon • i got too much on the manly thingie and might have mischaracterized my king a little I'M SORRY • DARK CONTENT • jungwon x reader • established relationship • this is not smut! • making out • hair pulling.

word count: 2k.

my kpop masterlist: here.

you knew it the second he closed the door behind him — that click was final, sealed, too quiet in a room like this. the dorm was dim, golden strips of hallway light bleeding through the crack beneath the bedroom door, throwing long shadows across the floor.

jungwon didn’t speak right away. he just stood there, back straight, hand still on the doorknob like he was making a decision in real time. you didn’t breathe. didn’t dare. something about his expression — calm, unreadable, that half-lidded look he gave when he was tired or thinking too much — was different tonight. heavier. like he was holding something in his mouth and hadn’t decided if he was going to bite or speak.

“sit,” he said, quietly.

you blinked. “what?”

“on the bed.”

and it wasn’t that he raised his voice or looked angry. he didn’t need to. he just said it like he always did — low and casual and full of intent. like he knew you would listen. like he knew exactly how that single syllable landed in your stomach, curled around your spine, made you want to do what he said just to see what came next.

you moved without thinking, the soft press of the mattress beneath you suddenly feeling too delicate. jungwon didn’t look away. didn’t say anything as he crossed the room. just walked with that same slow stride, that confident stillness, like nothing in the world could ever rush him.

he stopped in front of you, hands in the pockets of his jacket, head tilted slightly to the side. his eyes scanned your face like a map he’d already memorized.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you whispered, too aware of your own voice.

his brow twitched — maybe a smirk, maybe something darker.

“because you’re acting like you didn’t know this was coming.”

you wanted to say something clever. to deflect. maybe make a joke about the tension, the way your palms felt warm and your heart was chewing through your chest. but he didn’t give you time. jungwon stepped forward, knees brushing yours, his fingers lifting your chin before you even saw him move. not rough. not fast. just firm. like he’d wanted to do that all day. like he was tired of waiting for the right moment.

being his girlfriend was exactly like that — being wrapped in all the quiet, deliberate ways he loved without ever needing to hear the words. jungwon wasn’t loud about you. didn’t post pictures or show you off like a trophy. but he carried you in the way he looked at you, in the way his voice changed when you were near. he was composed most of the time, that clean-cut leader mode always lingering beneath the surface.

you’d seen it — the switch flip when he entered a room, when he took charge without even trying. he had a presence, like a weight behind everything he did.

and yet… his face was soft. rounded cheeks, delicate lashes, that habit of pressing his lips together when he was thinking too hard.

it was a duality that made you insane. like he was made of contrast — firm hands, gentle touch; commanding voice, quiet warmth.

sometimes you’d stare at him just trying to figure out how someone could be so manly and still so boyish, like he was carved from safety and mischief all at once. and being loved by him meant getting both. the leader and the softest boy alive — and the knowledge that neither side was fake. they were just… him. all him. and all yours.

“stop thinking so loud,” he said.

you would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so close. if his thumb wasn’t grazing your jaw like he was testing the fragility of something. if the way he looked at you didn’t make you feel like a secret, like a glass held up to the sun.

“i’m not—”

“yes, you are.”

and when he leaned in �� not kissing, not yet, just breathing the same air as you — it felt like gravity shifted. like the rest of the world outside this room didn’t exist. just the soft hum of the heater, the buzz of the streetlight outside the window, the static crackling beneath your skin. you couldn’t think. couldn’t remember why your hands were shaking in your lap or why your mouth was dry or how this boy — this quiet, composed, impossible boy — had you speechless in your own body.

jungwon tilted his head, lips almost brushing yours.

“you gonna let me?” he asked, voice barely audible.

you didn’t know what he meant. the kiss? the touch? the moment?

you nodded anyway.

and then he smiled, real and slow and dangerous.

“good.”

his mouth was still so close it felt like a choice. one lean forward and it would happen. one twitch of restraint lost and he’d be kissing you like he meant it — which, knowing jungwon, he absolutely did. the kind of kiss that didn’t ask, didn’t check — it just happened, like gravity. inevitable. certain. and yet… he didn’t move. not right away. just stayed there, hand curled gently around the back of your neck, thumb brushing behind your ear like he was memorizing you.

“you always get quiet when you want something,” he murmured.

you blinked up at him. “i don’t—”

“you do.” he cut you off with a softness that made your pulse trip. “your whole face changes. you think no one notices?”

you wanted to say something smart. to tell him he was wrong, or at least being dramatic. but then he leaned in — finally, finally — and kissed you like he already knew everything you weren’t saying.

it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t gentle either. it was anchored — like his whole body was focused on keeping you there, keeping you still, holding your world in place with just his lips and the weight of his hand at your jaw. and he kissed you like he meant it, god, like every quiet thing he’d never said was buried right there in the press of his mouth to yours. steady, unshaking. present.

you didn’t even realize you’d gripped his sleeves until he pulled back just barely — lips a breath away, hands still on you like he didn’t trust himself to stop.

“told you,” he said, quietly smug. “you’re loud when you’re quiet.”

you wanted to scream. you wanted to laugh. you wanted to pull him back in.

but he beat you to it.

because the second you leaned forward — instinct, desperation, something uncontrollable in your chest — he was already there. one hand tightening at the back of your neck, the other sliding up your arm until your wrist was in his grasp, firm and final. his mouth found yours with zero hesitation, like he’d mapped this a thousand times in his head and finally decided to cash it in. not messy. not frantic. just controlled. and it made your head spin.

jungwon kissed you like a slow unraveling. he wasn’t rushing. he wasn’t guessing. he knew. knew how long to drag it out, how far to lean in without pressing all the way down, how to tilt your chin just enough so he could kiss you deeper, slower, better. you tried to reach for him — your hands aching to hold his face, his shoulders, anything — but he caught both your wrists in one smooth motion and pushed them gently down onto the bed.

“don’t,” he said against your mouth. it wasn’t harsh. just a command he expected you to follow.

your breath caught.

“why not?” you whispered, dazed, already wrecked and you hadn’t even moved.

he kissed the corner of your mouth once, then again — slower this time — and then pulled back just enough to look at you. his eyes were darker now, lower, his breath warm across your skin.

“because i want to feel you fall apart,” he said, “without hiding in me.”

your stomach dropped.

you didn’t realize he’d pressed your wrists fully into the mattress until he was over you — not heavy, just close. close enough to crowd your senses, to make it impossible to think about anything except the weight of him holding you still and the way your whole body ached for his next move. he kissed you again, this time harder, deeper, and your fingers twitched beneath his grip.

you couldn’t move. couldn’t touch him. and somehow that made it worse — or better — or both, because every kiss felt bigger, every second dragged like honey across your skin. you tried to chase his mouth and he pulled back, just barely.

“stay still.”

“jungwon,” you whispered, half a plea, half a warning.

he smiled — smiled — like he was proud of you for cracking a little.

then he kissed your jaw, your throat, the corner of your mouth again, dragging it out so slow it felt like punishment. all while holding you still. all while never letting you take control.

you didn’t realize you were breathing in gasps until he shifted to murmur near your ear, low and quiet and entirely too calm.

“you’re doing so good,” he said, voice like velvet. “let me take care of it.”

and you did.

because you couldn’t do anything else. not with jungwon over you like that. not with his hands caging yours. not when every inch of him was focused on making you fall apart his way. slowly. fully. completely.

he kissed you again — deeper this time — and one hand finally slid away from your wrist, up your arm, slow like a drag of heat across skin. he didn’t stop at your shoulder. didn’t stop at your neck. his fingers threaded into your hair, warm and deliberate, and you could feel your breath stutter before he even did anything.

then he tugged.

not hard — just enough to make you gasp into his mouth. just enough to tilt your head back the way he wanted. just enough to make your entire spine lock and your hands twitch under his grip like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t built to survive him after all.

“there,” he whispered, like he’d been trying to line you up just right. “hold still.”

his grip on your hair didn’t loosen, not even as he kissed down the side of your neck, not even as your whole body arched helplessly beneath him. and the worst part — the best part — was how soft he still looked. how calm. how effortless. like he hadn’t just wrecked your ability to think with a single flex of his fingers.

your whole body was pulsing. every nerve ending lit up like it had been waiting its whole life for this exact moment — for him, like this, doing exactly what he wanted and not letting you move.

your wrists ached to reach for him. your legs shifted under his weight, restless and useless. your mouth was parted, breath uneven, lips still wet from the last kiss. you tried to think. tried to ground yourself. tried to remember literally anything besides the fact that jungwon had you pinned and pliant, hair wrapped in his hand like he’d been planning this all day.

and then he pulled again — not rough, but firm, commanding — and something snapped.

your stomach dropped so fast it made you lightheaded. your thighs pressed together on instinct, and you could feel it now, that deep throb in your core that made your hips want to chase contact, made your breath catch in your throat like you were seconds from shattering. and you weren’t even touching him. he hadn’t even taken off his jacket.

your voice broke on the next breath. “jungwon…”

he didn’t reply. just looked down at you with that unreadable expression — calm, composed, in control — and let his thumb brush your bottom lip, slow and patronizing like he knew exactly what was happening to you. because he did. of course he did. and he liked it.

“look at you,” he murmured. “can’t even handle a kiss.”

your back arched off the bed. you didn’t mean to. you didn’t want to react like this. but the pressure inside you was unbearable — hot and tight and unrelenting — and the worst part was, you hadn’t even gotten there yet.

he hadn’t done anything but hold your wrists, hold your hair, and kiss you like you were his to ruin. and somehow that was enough to have you hovering on the edge of something so intense, it almost scared you.

almost.

because you didn’t want him to stop.

not now. not ever.

author's note: leader mode jungwon is SO HOT. but also he is the cutest????? ARGH, I HATE HIM. i'm telling you, masculine men with feminine face traits are the most dangerous... send me a request • my masterpost

+ i'd like to clarify that this does not portray jw's real personality in any way. this is fiction and i don't know this baddie irl (unfortunately), so let's just enjoy the delusion together MWAH.

[gh0stvi0lets]

Hiiiii I adore your work

And was wondering if you were up to writing a piece about Sam getting distracted from the lore and ending up in a rabbit hole of ‘how to make a girl squirt’ tutorials. He get curious and decides he has to try it but the only woman around is the reader(not dating). Deans is also researching but he’s oblivious of it all. I’ll let u figure out the rest.❤️❤️

𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩… 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥,

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��𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺. Sam found himself a new subject to explore very deeply, for science of course.

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. Sam Winchester x reader

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. accidental porn rabbit hole, light angst and sexual content

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵. 444

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. Thank you sm for requesting and sorry for the late I’m full on my final exams rn. I’m really not sure about this, but hope you’ll enjoy anyway <3

You were sitting cross-legged on the bunker couch, flipping through a book on demon lore, when Sam appeared at the doorway, eyes glued to his laptop screen.

“Hey, what’re you looking up?” you asked, curious.

Sam barely looked up. “Research. For the case.”

You nodded and went back to your reading. After a few minutes, though, you noticed Sam’s expression shift from focused to… distracted.

“What’s up, Sam?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He blinked, closing the browser tab quickly. “Uh… nothing.”

You smirked. “C’mon, I saw. What kind of research pulls you away from demon hunting?”

He sighed and hesitated, then mumbled, “I might have stumbled down a bit of a rabbit hole.”

Curiosity piqued, you leaned forward. “Do tell.”

Sam cleared his throat, cheeks coloring slightly. “Okay, well… it’s about… uh, how to make a girl—”

You burst out laughing. “Wait, wait, wait. Sam Winchester? Googling ‘how to make a girl squirt’?”

He looked mortified, sliding the laptop closed. “It’s just… for science. I mean, if I’m going to date someone someday, I want to know what I’m doing.”

You laughed harder. “Okay, well, lucky for you, there’s only one girl around.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “Wait—no! I didn’t mean to—”

Before he could finish, Dean wandered in, headphones in, completely oblivious. He was busy reading some old journal about a demon ritual, totally unaware of the awkward tension in the room.

You grinned mischievously. “Sam, you’re looking at the best unpaid test subject in the bunker.”

Sam groaned but couldn’t deny the curiosity. “Maybe… maybe I should practice.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna practice on me?”

He swallowed hard. “I mean, I don’t want to make it weird. But maybe if we treat it like research… you know, for science.”

You smiled warmly. “Sam Winchester, the thorough researcher. Alright, I’m in. But you’re buying dinner after this.”

Sam laughed, relief flooding his face. “Deal.”

Dean, still oblivious, glanced over and said, “You guys wanna hear about this demon that drinks the souls of virgins? Real creepy stuff.”

You and Sam exchanged a look, then burst out laughing.

୨ৎ tags: @bowbowrry @mostlymarvelgirl @littleladydemon

[noxitsnox]

just come kiss me and bite me - p. jay x reader

non idol!park jay x reader

summary: three months in your relationship jay finally introduces you to his friends. despite the nervousness of the first meeting, you find that they are all very nice-especially heeseung. you and him get very close much to jay's disapproval. he doesn't say anything, but you can see something in him changed. and so one day, tired of you always hanging out with heeseung he confronts you about it in his own way.

tags: non idol au, jealous jay, poor heeseung is mentioned, relationship issues, estabilished relationship, second person pov, heejake briefly mentioned, petnames (baby), possessiveness, rough make out session, making out (also in non physical terms), wrote this with f!reader in mind but i shouldn't have used any feminine pronouns so it can be read as gn!reader

a/n: aaaa here's the request!!! first time writing for jay 🙂‍↕️ also why is heeseung the best friend in every fic i write?

*this fic contains suggestive content*

you arrived late to jay's apartment, shopping bags in your hands and sending a voice text to heeseung, thanking him for the ride. jay opened the door with an annoyed look on his face.

"let me guess, you were at the mall with heeseung." he crossed his arms on his chest and sighed. you had been spending a lot of time with him, but you didn't think it was a problem at all. ever since jay introduced you to him, you found a new best friend. at first jay tried not to care, he didn't want to be that kind of boyfriend. he should've been happy that his partner and his friends got along- just, you two spend so much time without him and jay knew very well how charismatic and good looking heeseung was. he couldn't help but be jealous.

you tried to hug him but he stayed still in his position.

mean, you thought, but you could understand where he was coming from. "i'm really sorry, baby. we were trying on some make up and we lost track of time."

one thing about jay: he'd preach for communication but would never tell you how he feels before it's too late. you might notice something is off, but he'd brush it off saying he's just stressed with work... and then you'd be in this situation.

it was your fault too, if there were faults in this. but heeseung was nice and you two happened to have the same day off so it was perfect to hangout, and this last week alone you and him spent so much time together because heeseung wanted to confess to jake and was planning how to do it. you didn't tell jay, heeseung asked to keep it a secret- even if you tried to tell him now, he wouldn't believe you. it was a mess.

your boyfriend started walking to his room and you followed him. "jay you don't have to be jealous of heeseung, he's just a friend... i'm sorry i'm late, we were really just buying make up!"

he walked closer to you. "oh c'mon, do you really think i'm that stupid?" he didn't scream, jay never screamed- he didn't need to, he had other ways to show he was mad: he'd clench his jaw, grin before talking, licked his teeth.

he was hot like that.

you hated it, you hated how good he looked. so good he'd make you forget why you were arguing inthe first place. he could just look at you with those dark eyes and it'd be enough for you to go crazy.

"i'm serious, i'd never do this to you."

jay grabbed your waist, shaking his head. he didn't say anything at first, he just laughed turning his head away. "it's not you i'm worried about, i know my friends and i know why i can't trust them..."

he pushed you on the bed, placing himself between your legs. "tell me...", he said in a whisper as a hand moved to your waist. "can heeseung do this, mh?"

you hated how good he looked right now, on top of you, his face so close to yours. "should we ask hi-", you teased only to be stopped by a sudden intruder in your mouth.

jay kissed you and you felt like dying. it was wet and passionate. he worked with his tounge in a way that would make you forget even there were other boys on earth in the moment. one boys was entertaining all your thoughts. jay bit your lower lip before pulling away.

"don't you dare..." his breath was heavy, you felt it hot against your skin.

he quickly repositioned himself on yor body- now his growing bulge was pressing hard on your thigh. he kissed your neck and sucked and pulled your skin like a vampire looking for blood. after a few minutes, he pulled away and admired the swollen bruise he made. it was big and dark, a shade of purple impossible to hide with make up; it was his claim on you.

and then... and then he got up and walked away.

he left you there, panting and alone on the bed wishing for more as he slowly approached the door.

"i can't believe you... where are you going ?!"

jay turned to you with that fake innocent look that made you lose your mind in anger. "mh? oh, jungwon asked for helo building the new couch he got. i'm heading over, y'know, with the traffic it might take me a while to get there." as he said this last part, he started walking towards the entrance door.

you got up from the bed followed him close behind. "jay you can't just do this- you gestured to your messy hair and clothes- and just leave!"

he chuckled, "try calling heeseung, he might help you." you just stared at him for seconds that felt like an eternity. "well, i love you. see ya later!"

"get lost!", you screamed as he opened the door and walked to the elevator.

[glubglubgurgle]

honey crisps (chapter 8)

calebmc college au! aftermath of the party :3 and they celebrate their confessions at home

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8...

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: college alternate universe, FLUFF, calebmc are both freshmen, AU where they both have parents lol..., childhood friends to lovers, fake dating/practice dating/practice kissing/practice more...?, SMUT, caleb third person pov, caleb yearns as usual, jackson wang party, SEX!!!!, p and v sex!, oral (f and m receiving), premature coming (like usual hehe) makeout in car, car kisses, elevator kisses

word count: 3.9k

a/n: sorry for the wait !!! ive been so busy hngh but thank u for being patient. i hope this was a good for chapter for u guys, pls lmk if the...smut is smutting bcs i wanna start writing one shots and stuff. MAYBE aahhh i hope u guys like it ily mwah

ping list!!: @mcdepressed290 @st4rlight707 @auroranavi @plzdonutpercieveme @ippilulu (it wont let me tag u TT) @honeycrispangels @kiyadeleine

CROSS POSTED TO AO3

chapter 8

The party wined down and people were drunkenly leaving. Caleb was shocked as to how attentive Jackson was, along with the help of Gideon. He recalled how he said the two weren’t close, but they worked together perfectly, making sure everyone had rides settled and sober drivers. Other people ended up in his extra rooms, passed out drunk from Gideon’s concotion. 

Caleb took a few shots here and there, but he kept it to a degree to remain sober enough to watch over her. Which happened to be perfect since she ended up drinking until she, too, passed out on the couch. It only took her half a cup of the mystery mix and two shots before she started saying she was sleepy. The jacket he brought came in handy and she was wrapped up in it and asleep in two seconds. Once the living room emptied, he got up from sitting beside her on the couch, and started to help cleaning. 

Gideon came over to him with a huge trash bag, helping him with the stray cans on the tables. “Wonder what’s gotten you in such a happy, helpful mood.” A smirk was evident through his voice even as Caleb was faced away from him. “Thank god the lights were darkened earlier, if I saw a full view of your guys’ lovey dovey looks at each other, I might’ve hurled.”

He rolled his eyes, tossing cans into the bag. “Please, weren’t you too busy talking it up with all those people earlier. You were a hotshot tonight.”

“That’s because hotshot number one had a girl wrapped around him the whole night. You finally had the balls, huh?” Gideon punched his arm. Despite it being playful, Gideon was strong and he winced slightly. Caleb took a mental note of asking to workout with him next time. “Kind of…she confessed first.” He sheepishly answered, recalling the events in the laundry room. Her words rang in his head, dissipating every worry he had.

“Someone had to, I was getting sick of watching Caleb picking up his phone every three minutes in class to see if she texted back.” Jackson intervened. He also had a plastic bag in hand, cleaning as he teased Caleb. “I don’t know how you still managed to ace that pop quiz we already had yesterday when I swear you weren’t even paying attention.”

Caleb shrugged, “I can multitask…worry myself to death about her and be a star student.” He answered smirking, stealing a glance at his lover on the couch. “I guess I didn’t have to worry too much…”

Gideon and Jackson glanced at each other before rolling their eyes. 

The three managed to clean up the house rather quickly. Despite there being multiple people and many of them drunkenly dancing most of the night, the only mess were cans and bottles littered on tables. Caleb was surprised at the etiquette of everyone invited. Jackson offered them all a room to stay the night, but only Gideon took the offer. He handed Caleb the keys to his car and told him that he’d pick it up the next day.

They helped Caleb open the doors for him to carry her sleeping body into the passenger seat, and once she was buckled in, the three said their goodbyes. A playful wink and teasing jokes about having a good night were exchanged as Caleb got into the driver’s seat, earning bashful scoff from him.

It was almost three in the morning, and the roads back to their home were nearly empty. She softly snored beside him, still fast asleep. Caleb would glance over every now and then, admiring her being lit up by the yellow streetlights he drove by. He reached over to hold her hand, rubbing circles on the back of it with his thumb. 

“Mm, Caleb…” She muttered in her sleep, adjusting her head on the seatbelt. 

The domesticity warmed Caleb’s chest. As he held her hand, driving the two of them back to their shared home, it made it easier to picture their future together. The future he always envisioned, the one that once felt like a faraway dream, was suddenly a reality he could realistically work towards. And he could do so without a criminal record.

He thought about how Gideon lied, and although he wanted to be angry, he was right. It was a push he did need. He chuckled to himself thinking about the many ways he had to get rid of him, but he was glad he was able to keep having a friend like him.

They were lucky to find a parking spot on the street near their apartment. Caleb unbuckled his seatbelt once he put the car into park, and then reached over the center console to unbuckle hers. As he pushed on the button, she turned her head from facing the window to facing him, still asleep. The sudden movement that brought their faces close to each other made Caleb hitch his breath. Their noses almost touching each other, her breath tickling his lips, alcohol still slightly evident in it. Caleb accidentally let the seat belt go from the sudden closeness, making the buckle hit the interior of the car with a loud thump. 

She slowly stirred from her sleep, she squeezed her eyes before blinking them open. It looked as if she was trying to make out the scene in the dim lighting. And then her eyes met with his, a small smile instantly growing on her face. “Hi,”she softly muttered.

He mirrored the same expression and he reached his hand up to move the stray hairs away from her eyes, tucking locks behind her ear. “Hey,” he muttered back. “How are you feeling?” 

Her own hand reached up to hold onto the one holding her face. “I don’t know what being drunk is supposed to feel like, but I think everything was funnier and then I just wanted to sleep. I don’t think I’m drunk anymore…” Her eyes flickered from his eyes down to his lips. “So if I asked for a kiss…”

Caleb instantly received the message she was sending in between the lines and leaned in for a quick kiss. A soft peck on the lips just to tease her. Once he pulled away, “Now come on, let’s go in-”

He was cut off by her pulling him in by his necklace into an open-mouthed kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth to mingle with his tongue. The contact made the two of them moan into each other’s mouths. She swiftly swung herself over the middle console, straddling him on the driver’s seat. Her butt accidentally bumped into the steering wheel causing the horn to go off, abruptly pulling the two away from each other with a jump.

“Oops,” she giggled, before leaning into the crook of his neck. She pressed her body onto his, sucking on the skin right below his ear. She grabbed the hand that was on her face and dragged it down to her waist, and then she shimmied out of his jacket, tossing it to the side. 

Caleb bit back a moan but failed. He could feel her smile against his neck when the noise came out of him. His grip on her waist tightened as he reached down to the side of the seat to adjust it flat, having the two of them in a more horizontal position. The movement earned a giggle on his neck, her breath tickling his earlobe. 

She put a hand beside his head and held herself up to face him. Even in the dark, she looked like a goddess to him. He couldn’t tell if it was her glowing or the lights from outside. “How would your friend like it if he knew what we were doing in his car…?” She asked, smirking down at him. 

He let out a breathy laugh before holding onto her hips with both hands, making her grind down onto his clothed erection. He bucked into her, moaning, maintaining full eye contact with her. Her eyes fluttered slightly, and she bit her lip, suppressing her own noises. “You started this…you’re so- fuck!” Interrupted again with another roll of her hips, stronger this time. “You’re driving me crazy… God, you’re crazy.”

Her skirt was rode up her hips, revealing red underwear just slightly. And it drove Caleb insane. He reached up with one hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down for another kiss. Hungrier and messier. Their teeths clashed and tongues nearly weaving together as he tried to swallow every essence and noise coming out of her. Her hips continued to relieve the pressure in his pants, and he wanted everything to come off in that moment. And then her hand trailed down to his pants, trying to touch the zipper.

He broke from the kiss, “As much as I want to take you in this car,” he attempted to talk steadily, yet he was breathless and shaky. “I would much rather have our first time on a bed. And-” He grunted as she gave up on his zipper, her hand caressing the skin below his belly button, her hips rolled onto him again. “Ngh. Fuck, I want you so bad, baby.” The new name made her twitch on top of him, a breathy moan forced out of her throat as she leaned down into another kiss.

“Take me…” She whispered into his lips.

“Hold on to me. I can’t risk having anyone see you like this…” He said through gritted teeth grabbing her arms to wrap around his neck, hiking her leg up to his hip. He grabbed the keys and their phones before exiting the car, lifting her effortlessly as she clung onto him. He locked the doors and took long strides into their building, itching to enter the elevator. 

Her legs were locked around him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Wet kisses being placed all around his neck and marks being left as he tried to keep his composure. Caleb was sure his legs were going to buckle from her teasing him, but the drive to fully make her his overrode anything else.

They normally skipped the elevator since they liked racing each other up the stairs, but he couldn’t risk accidentally missing a step, especially with her antics. The moment it dinged, he walked right in, pressing the button to their floor. He waited for the doors to close before pressing her up against the wall, nuzzling his face into hers so she would face him. The cold metal wall made her gasp as it met her bare skin from her backless top. “You’re so impatient…” And he took his revenge, taking the tip of his tongue from her collarbone up to her ear, earning a shiver and another bitten back moan from her. “You want me this bad? Huh?” He nibbled at her ear, his free hand slipping in between her legs, feeling her soaked underwear. “God, you’re so- ngh.” He couldn’t help but groan when he pushed past her underwear to feel how wet she was, dragging two digits in between her folds. She squirmed in his arms, breathy moans reaching his ears as he felt her flutter around his fingers. The elevator dinged again, indicating they were on their floor and he pulled his fingers out of her, pulling away slightly from her face to shove the fingers into his mouth, keeping her eyes locked with his. Her taste made him feel intoxicated and left him wanting more. 

He walked them to their apartment, his hand fumbling with his keys to open the door. The moment he got the two of them in, he slammed the door harder than he intended, locking it before practically running into her room. Despite the rush, he laid her as gently as he could onto her bed. He took his jeans off, the tight denim becoming too constricting on his dick. The tent in his boxers made him blush, embarrassed. Regardless, he climbed into bed with her, kneeling in between her legs. His fingers running up her thigh, riding up her skirt again, revealing her underwear. Bright red. 

“You’re so pretty for me…” He muttered, feeling his dick jump in boxers as he studied her up and down. And he couldn’t wait any longer, he lied on his stomach and shoved his face into her underwear. He sucked on the damp fabric, moaning around it. 

A soft yelp came out of her at his sudden moves, her hands flying down to the top of his head. Her fingers gripped onto his hair like she was going to fall off the bed if she let go. “Caleb…more, I want to feel you. Please just take them off.” She grinded herself further onto him, his nose nuzzling into her clit. 

He felt lightheaded from how aroused he was, all the blood in his brain going straight to his cock and he felt drunk off of her. Caleb grinded down on her mattress, relieving more pressure, but he was afraid he’d come way too quick. He pushed the gusset to the side, revealing more of her to him. Glistening with her needs, he didn’t waste another second before dipping his tongue into her. 

“Oh my god, Caleb…right there, fuck!” She moaned out loud, one of her hands releasing his head, muffling her loud sounds. The hand gripping onto his hair was shaking. 

His eyes opened, glaring up at her when he noticed she was trying to keep quiet. He pushed himself up and away from her, earning a whine from her. She glared back at him. Caleb grabbed the hand covering her mouth, interlocking their fingers together. “Let me hear you. If you keep quiet, I’ll stop.” 

Her eyebrows knitted together, and a smile grew on her lips. Like she enjoyed the way he talked to her. She bit her lip and nodded.

Caleb went back to devouring her. His left hand held her thigh, massaging small circles on the inside, keeping her open for him. Whilst the other held her hand tightly. His tongue lapped at her, lewd wet sounds, filled the room and he slurped it all up. Her moans progressively got louder and louder, driving him even crazier. He was in love with eating her out. The way she tasted on his tongue mixed with the way she reacted every time. He could get off just from having his mouth on her. 

“I’m so close- ngh.” Her thighs shook around him, and the grip she had on his hair was stronger than before. Her breathing got faster and her hips grinded onto him with more fervor. “Right…ah…there, fuck.”

“Come on my tongue,” he gasped, his lips still on hers. “Be a good girl…” He muttered loud enough for her to hear before he fucked into her with his tongue. 

And she was almost screaming when she came, her hole tightening around tongue, more liquid gushing out of her. All of which, Caleb lapped up like he hadn’t drank water in days. He swore she almost pulled out all his hair, but he didn’t care.

She twitched around his tongue for a few more moments. He continued to eat her, driving her over the edge so far that she had to pry him away. “Ngh- surely…this time you won’t deny me, right?” She asked through labored breaths.

He got back on his knees, kneeling in between her legs. The tent was still prominent, but so was a large damp stain where the tip of his dick was. He was so enamoured by her that he truthfully couldn’t remember coming. Too drunk on her, he didn’t have room to be embarrassed anymore. After all, this wasn’t the first time it’s happened.

“H-how do you-” She looked at him, switching between his face and his dick, baffled. She got on her knees and locked eyes with him before playing with the waistband of his boxers. Her fingers dipping under it, making him buck his hips into the air. And she slipped them downward, finally freeing his cock. 

The chill air touching his dick made him hiss. When his boxers hit his knees, he adjusted himself and took them off fully himself. He even removed his shirt, leaving him completely naked in front of her. His dick was messily covered in his cum, yet he was still so hard. 

Her hand moved to cup his balls, earning a groan from him. “You’re a mess…I should clean you up, shouldn’t I?” Her eyes were filled with lust, he swore they glowed red in the moonlight.

He sat on his feet, still on his knees, trying to make the angle easier for her. “Y-yeah…” Was all he could get out.

She giggled, “You were all confident earlier…I don’t even know where you learned to talk like that.” Her finger traced the slit at the tip of his dick, making it twitch. “Now you’re like this…for me?” She asked him. She scooped up a bit of him with her index finger before putting it in her mouth, 

He groaned at the sight below him. “If you’re going to- ngh.” He winced when she licked him softly, cleaning the mess he made, slowly. His hand flung to her hair this time. He combed through it with his fingers, trying to keep a grip, afraid he was going to ascend into another plane of existence. “Fuck, you’re so good for me…”

She licked him from base to the tip, wrapping her lips around the tip each time she reached it. Hollowing her cheeks and sucking on it before letting go with a pop, swallowing every drop of him. Once she was done, she smirked up at him. “You actually lasted this time.” She giggled.

He turned red and gripped her hair, pulling her upwards into a kiss. He could taste the saltiness of himself on her tongue, but he searched for the taste of her instead. Their lips were still connected as he got up to push her back down onto her back, climbing on top of her. He reached underneath her to untie the string holding her top together, surprised at how easily it came undone. He practically ripped the top off of her, revealing her already topless. He backed up to admire her. “Fuck…you weren’t wearing anything underneath this whole night?” His hand palmed at her breast, “You’re such a fucking tease…is this what you wanted? To drive me crazy?” 

She nodded her head, moaning softly. “I’ve been wanting this for so long, Caleb…ngh.”

His dick twitched near her own sex. And that’s when he was hit with a terrible realization. He didn’t have any condoms. “Oh god, I don’t have an-”

She shook her head with panic, “I’m on birth control…we don’t need one.” She read his mind instantly. “I trust you.” She locked her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. 

He wanted to question her, ask why she was on it, but his dick strained in between them and he couldn’t argue with anything anymore. “Are you sure?” He said in between kisses.

“God, yes, Caleb.” She said with exasperation and grabbed his hand, pushing it down to her heat. “Now, prep me…you’re so big, I need you to- hngh!” 

He instantly inserted two fingers into her, not waiting for her to finish her sentence. He scissored his fingers in and out, lewd wet sounds filling the room again. “You’re practically dripping, god you’re so tight.” He pressed kisses down her neck, hoping it would relax her and open her up more. “Can you take another?” He whispered into her ear, earning a nod from her. And he inserted another, curling his fingers up into her. She tensed around his fingers. “Good girl…” He groaned into her neck. He felt her tighten exponentially when he said it, making him smirk. “You like being called that, huh? My…good…girl.” He said it again, in between wet neck kisses.

And she came on his fingers. Her fingers left marks on his shoulders as her nails left half moon crescents. “I need you, Caleb. Please, I want to-fuck! I want to feel you…” She begged. 

He got back up on his knees, her legs on his hips. He pulled his fingers out of her and he couldn’t help but clean it up with his mouth again. Caleb pushed up her mini skirt further up, scrunched around her waist. And then he lifted her legs together to slip off her underwear, before slipping in between her again. He held his cock, dragging the tip up and down her wet folds. The sight almost killed him.

Her face was flushed, her skin glistened with sweat. Hair was glued to her forehead, and her eyes were on fire staring up at him. She was beautiful to him. “I’m not gonna last…” He confessed, already knowing.

She laughed, almost out of breath. “Stop teasing me…I just want to feel you.”

He positioned his tip near her entrance and started to push into her. The two of them winced. He looked at her for approval and she nodded, motioning for him to keep going. He carefully kept pushing in, slowly, inch by inch. Once he was half-way in, she tightened around him. “Fuck…if you do that, I definitely won’t last. Be good for me.” He nearly growled, gripping onto her hips. 

After a minute or so, he finally bottomed out. She threw her head back, “G-god…I feel so full.” She moaned, her hand gripping his wrist. “You feel so good inside me…”

Caleb groaned, “It’s like you’re made for me, baby, fuck. You feel insane, you’re so pretty like this…you look so good on my cock.” He babbled, not even moving yet. And then she tightened around him again, a response to all the praises he gave. And like Caleb said, he came instantly. “Fuck…I told you not to-agh!” He tried to hold back but failed. He spilled into her, thrusting through his orgasm.

His movements made her moan louder, her hips moving to match his rhythm as he rode out his orgasm, and then she came too. “Oh my god, you feel so warm inside me, I’m-” Her legs shook around him, clenching his hips with her thighs.

Caleb took his thumb and rubbed circles on her clit to help her out, hoping it’d make up for coming the moment he got inside her. He expected himself to collapse, but the way she twitched around him seemed to drive him to keep going. He fully got on top of her, kissing her with no direction, just pure need. 

He was still hard. He pulled away from her lips and rested their foreheads together. It looked like she was about to say something and then Caleb pulled out just enough, leaving the tip in before he slammed into her. Her eyebrows knitted together with confusion, but her lips twitched upward into a small smile. A moan ripped out of her throat. “I don’t know how…but I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow.” He said before pulling out again. “I’m going to make sure every inch of you remembers me.” He slammed back into her, her back arching upwards to him, moaning. “You’re…mine.”

[cosmic-commotion]

Hello! My name is Neptune, and I'm here to officially announce my upcoming object show, Cosmic Commotion. This account will post updates and information related to the show.

This will be a 2D, frame by frame animated show. As of right now, there is no release date, but I'm working on it when I can! This will also be a viewer voting show, I'm not set on what type of voting it will be, but I'm looking into a ratio based voting system (if you've seen General Mayhem, think something like that).

Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned into this account for more updates! I also post non-cannon art to my personal tumblr account @neptunechromo if you are interested.

[wickjump]

anyway, as i ignore the contents of my previous post, im thinking about how cross is implied to get violent during breakdowns/when extremely overwhelmed. and he is aware of that fact and doesn't want to hurt anyone during that but he is Overwhelmed by emotions. i just think thats both neat and underused. (epic in this seems pushy but it was because he wanted to. like. bring cross to his previously presumed dead(estranged maybe? forgor the context) family. it was good in the end and cross ended up Not fighting anyone)

the x-event was literally just cross having a breakdown and chara going "i really hate my shitass dad so im gonna like. take advantage of this so i can fix my world through Immoral Actions including but not limited to: murder". and cross being in a mild state of dissociation during bits of it and just easily going along with orders. LIKE DUDE!!!

his mind is so easy to shape!! because in the right circumstances he will believe what you say unless something (which in this case is fresh) breaks him out of it!!!! cross would likely have gone along with whatever chara said or at least start to believe it before fresh burst in and snapped him back into reality!!!! and cross from then on argues with chara about their plan!!!!! ccome on!!!!!!! he is so easily manipulated and taken advantage of and used and thats just!! hardly acknowledged unless its like. cross gets emotionally punted into the sun-centric!!!!! cross is stubborn and he's proud but that means nothing when he can be pushed into mindsets that negate all of that. COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[onesnoopyaday]

snoopy blue-eyed person stare

Snoopy #87

27/12/2024

[findafight]

In my on going journey to find a fic where Jonathan and Nancy at least talk through if not fight about how Jonathan has been treating and lying to her, and the way she was looking at/flirting with Steve in s4 I have found that, with the majority of these few fics, Jonathan’s choice to not tell Nancy is framed as him being noble or making a sacrifice for her. That he is breaking up with her to avoid making her miserable.

This is fascinating to me because while I now think they should for sure break up, I went into st4 pretty neutral on jancy, and thought everything Jonathan was saying was cowardly. I think HE thinks he’s making some noble sacrifice for Nancy’s sake, but he is not letting Nancy know about it nor is he letting her decide what she wants (to stay with him or to breakup) based on the actual facts of what Jonathan is doing/will go for college. He’s just. Letting her wonder why he’s being avoidant and distant, worrying about weather he loves her still (which is partly why her eyes wonder in s4).

Jonathan isn’t breaking up with her. The whole point of his rant to argyle is that he ISN’T breaking up with Nancy. He’s avoiding her so he doesn’t “trap” her. He’s already lied to her about applying to the university she thinks they’re going to together and so he barely talks to her and starts they are in a “slow-mo breakup”. It seems like he is avoiding talking to her in the twisted hope that she breaks up with him, because he cannot bear to do it. He’s already trapping her in this relationship he’s so terrified of.

Nancy does not know what is going on in his head. All she knows is her boyfriend is avoiding her. Cancelling plans or calls. To the point where she thinks there is a possibility (however small) he might be cheating on her. That’s not a good place for a relationship to be! Why would she think what he has done is admirable and self sacrificial when she has been suffering due to his actions and choices and the assumptions he’s made about their relationship and future without asking her? Why would she feel he did what he thought was right when she has been kept in the dark and lied to, openly, and mislead about their supposed shared future plans? When he was too nervous to talk to her plainly about his worries and fears so instead let them dictate how he treated her.

Jonathan cannot be open and honest to Nancy because of his fears, but also because of that same fear he doesn’t rip the bandaid off. He cannot be the one to breakup with Nancy because if he is, he is definitely the bad guy. If he breaks up with her, he shatters any semblance of the idea that he is in the right, that he is making a sacrifice by not letting Nancy hypothetically make one. And he doesn’t want to examine himself or his actions that would make it abundantly clear what he’s done wrong.

By forcing Nancy into a position where she is unsure of the strength of their relationship, where she doesn’t have all the information to actually make the decision about the future he assumes she will make (that she is actually unlikely to make) he is doing what he fears he would be if he was honest about college. Trapping her in a relationship where they eventually grow to resent each other.

And idk. Im honestly surprised this isn’t a more widespread assumption? That Jonathan is being cowardly for lying? But it isn’t? Posing Jonathan refusing to communicate with his girlfriend as noble while she has actively questioned his loyalty to her, seems kind of cruel to Nancy. Sure maybe she hasn’t communicated enough to him, but has he let her? He is making these assumptions and decisions that impact their future together and he doesn’t discuss it with her because he doesn’t want to ruin her life (or, more likely, either remain in a LDR or get broken up with, the latter seeming more likely every day he lies.) That seems cowardly to me.

[dafpork]

dafpork is like a modern day speakeasy to me because everyone comes in like it’s forbidden but since it’s the modern day it’s perfectly normal. Little secret club

LMAO YES!!! THIS IS A REALLY GOOD ANALOGY.. AND SEE IT'S SO FUNNY because i'm like I DON'T WANT IT TO BE FORBIDDEN... i'm such an accidental hypocrite in that regard because i'm like "i want more people to talk about them i want people to be loud and proud it makes me sad to hear that people might have been initially embarrassed to ship them there's so much to love :(((( anyway here's my SHITTY ART of these people i HATE i'm so EMBARRASSED thanks for putting up with me in my SHAME CORNER UGH i'm so EMBARRASSED they're so EMBARRASSING i SUCK they SUCK it all SUCKS" LOL and i do mean it in a joking manner... mostly... but i'm kind of now at the point where i'm like. Okay well you're going to have to put in some more legwork if you want people to talk about them. (but, again, just the fact that people talk about and support them enough is so great! it's so weird and wonderful to me that people are calling it on dafpork on platforms other than this one, people who may not know i exist... it's cool hearing a term you and your friend came up with in a private discord be used, it shows how much growth there HAS been since there really used to be nothing!)

a dafpork speakeasy sounds so cool though oh my god can you imagine Porky and Daffy themed cocktails...............

COME JOIN US AT THE DAFPORK SPEAKEASY. which, you are not supposed to advertise that a speakeasy is a speakeasy. but it's subversive. like Daffy. or something. this is your sign to play pig and duck with us. yes you

[xxplastic-cubexx]

thank yoy for drawing erik so big . He is a big man. HUGE EVEN. thank you.

Big man……….. i love me big man…..

[theusisthebadplace]

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[hadrianblackwaters]

!! DRUMINDOR SPOILERS IN TEXT AND TAGS !!

Listening to Drumnidor as a Hadrian girlie is not easy. My god they're assassinating his entire character and taking away his life purpose right in front of us! They're reducing him to a stupid comic relief character with no depth and no real influence on the people around him (to a greater degree than they ever did before) and they're taking away all his greatest achievements and attributing them to someone else to fit the plot! His main character status has been revoked and he's now apparently merely a supporting character in someone else's story. Please, everyone, a moment of silence for my blorbo 😔🙏 Rest in peace mr. Blackwater. At least they let you pull some impressive-arse sword moves, you looked really cool... but I am so sorry they did not let you be a practising hoe in this one 🥀