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babyboydaniel · 4 months

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Red Wine (M)

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You cannot stand Daniel, so how did you both end up in the bathroom together?

Smut, Fluff (?) | Warnings: 18+, PinV, Fingering, Semi-Public | Word Count: 4.3K

If there was one thing that you were sure of, you could not stand Daniel Ricciardo. You hated that people fawned over him, laughing at all his jokes, his stupid teeth-bearing grin which was constantly plastered to his face, or that he genuinely seemed to care about everyone he spoke to. He had this unwavering dedication to look like a nice guy. But, you saw right through him. He was a cocky, arrogant asshole that needed a reality check. So, any time you were forced to spend your free time with him, you were less than thrilled. Getting a root canal without novocaine sounded more enjoyable.

So, when your close friend invited you to a small housewarming party, you knew that Daniel was destined to be there. Everything told you to reject the invite and spend the night with a bottle of wine and binge-watching Sex and the City. However, you were a good friend and confirmed your attendance.

After a couple of weeks, you were standing outside the front door of your friend’s new home, your arms filled with gifts and food to share. As you struggled to balance everything without the risk of it toppling over, someone called out from behind you, “Do you need some help with that?”

You rolled your eyes as you looked back at him. Daniel. He was walking up the pathway with that perma smile on his face. He was dressed in an oversized sweater and slim-cut black jeans. His hair was longer than when you had seen him last and somehow curlier. You would even go as far as to say he looked good, but he ruined any illusions when he opened his mouth. Nobody is that happy all the time.

“I got it,” you stated, still working to get a hand free to ring the doorbell so someone could come open the door.

Daniel stood patiently behind you, his arms crossed while he watched you juggle everything. A tiny amused smirk pulled at his lips.

You struggled for a couple of minutes before you felt someone come up behind you. Their chest pressed against your back, and their tan tattoo-covered arm reached past you to push open the front door.

“I would have died out here at the rate that was going,” Daniel laughed in your ear. Close enough that the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine. You noticeably flinched from him as you walked through the threshold, wanting as much distance from him as possible.

“I had it,” you muttered as he walked past you, traveling further into the house.

Daniel turned back and winked at you, “Sure, babe.”

The sound of his laughter carried down the hallway. Gosh, he was insufferable.

While you removed your shoes, your friend rounded the corner into the foyer to help collect the things from your arms. You thanked her for the help as you followed the sounds towards the kitchen. Gathered around the island were a small group of your closest friends, glasses of wine in hand, and plates full of a perfectly crafted charcuterie board.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” your friend asked, putting down the dish you brought.

“Please,” you said, “What kind do you have?”

Your friend showed you the two open bottles, and to no surprise, they were both specialty DR3 wines. You rolled your eyes.

“Daniel brought these to share,” your friend explained.

Of course, he did. Always one to outdo everyone else. Most would see the gesture as sweet, not you; it was simply a way to feed his ego. Showing off how successful he was, subtly rubbing it in people’s faces.

“Whichever is fine with me,” you lamented.

She quickly poured you a glass before pushing you to make yourself a plate and join the conversation. If luck would have it, you wound up standing next to Daniel. He was casually leaning against the counter, hands gesturing wildly, as he encaptured the people around in a story that you were sure was far more boring than people let on. You slowly ate the assortment of cheese and meat on your plate as you tried to drown out what Daniel was going on about until you heard your name called by the man himself.

“Yes?” you questioned.

“Where did you go? I called your name like five times,” he chuckled.

“I was just enjoying the cheese,” you stated simply.

Your response caused Daniel to throw his head back as a genuine laugh racked his body. The corner of his eyes crinkled up, and his hand lifted to cover his mouth. Your response wasn’t that funny.

“Gosh, you’re funny,” he giggled.

You shook your head, “If you say so.”

Daniel just continued to grin at you as you met his gaze. Laughter still danced in his warm golden eyes. His face was so open and welcoming, but you knew better than to trust it.

“You were asking me a question?” you enquired, trying to get the conversation over as soon as possible.

“Oh yeah. Umm…” Daniel chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I already forgot.”

“Great,” you responded.

Before he could say anything further, your friend and their partner called for everyone’s attention and directed us to the dining room for dinner. The group shuffled through the archway to the attached room, where among the beautiful tablescape was dinner for the night. As everyone found their seat, you sat down in the chair nearest to you and felt someone pull out the chair to your right. You quickly glanced over to see that Daniel moved to occupy the seat. It was as if the world was playing a cruel trick on you. Was he painfully unaware that you did not like him?

The alcohol flowed and food was passed around the table. The room buzzed with laughter and conversation. You spent most of the meal talking to your friend on the left, doing a damn good job at ignoring the man opposite of you. That was until you felt a tender touch placed on your forearm. You looked down to find long, slender fingers delicately wrapped around your wrist, and the bold outline of a rose contrasted the sun-kissed skin. Your gaze trailed up their arm until your eyes landed on Daniel’s. His expression looked as if he was awaiting a response.

“Yes?” you questioned, clearly annoyed.

Your annoyance did nothing to deter Daniel. He smiled back at you, his hand still on your skin, “Did you want more wine?”

That is what he interrupted an obviously important conversation for. You rolled your eyes.

“Uh, no,” you grumbled, “but you can stop touching me now.”

Daniel looked down at where you were still connected and quickly pulled his hand from you. He flashed you a quick smile as an apology. You rolled your eyes involuntarily as you turned back to your previous discussion.

“If you keep rolling your eyes, they are going to get stuck like that,” Daniel whispered as he leaned over to you. His firm chest pressed to your arm. Warmth spreads throughout your body once again.

“Well, stop giving me a reason to,” you sassed.

That caused Daniel to chuckle, his breath fanning over your cheek, which was undoubtedly flushed. It must be from the alcohol. That was the only explanation. Not from the proximity of Daniel Ricciardo.

“Babe, there are plenty of other things I can do to make your eyes roll to the back of your head,” Daniel murmured, his lips ghosting over your ear before pulling back and settling in his chair.

“Dick,” you muttered, picking up a glass of water, attempting to reject your body’s reaction to his words. You could hear Daniel laugh as he watched your movements. Gosh, you could not stand him.

With a gulp of water and a sigh, you turned back to your friend. The conversation picked up from where you left off. But you were granted only a couple of minutes of peace before you felt a warm liquid spread over your lap. You gasped as you looked down and saw red wine seeping into the white satin material of your skirt. Before you could even react, Daniel’s hands were dabbing a napkin on the growing stain.

“Shit,” he stated, which he continued to repeat as he pawed at your lap, which did nothing to rescue the ruined skirt.

You sat there stunned, watching Daniel attempt to clean up the mess.

Daniel’s eyes met yours, his eyebrows furrowed in worry, and his ever-permanent smile was replaced with a downturn of his lips.

“I am so sorry,” he declared.

You just continued to stare at him, mouth hanging open, “What the fuck?”

Daniel flinched slightly from the chill in your voice, his hands coming to rest where they still resided in your lap.

“I am sorry,” he repeated, “I will get you a new one. Fuck, this is my bad.”

Without a word, you pushed back from the table and stomped off to the bathroom. Unbelievably irritated. It was no surprise Daniel had to go and ruin something. You closed the door behind you as you stripped the skirt from your body, placing the soiled material in the sink, hoping to get some of the wine out. There wouldn’t be a stain if you were quick enough to run it under cold water. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you let the cold water flow over the skirt. Annoyance read on your face. Tears of frustration prickled in your eyes.

“Fuck, I am so so-” Daniel exclaimed as he burst through the closed bathroom door. He immediately stopped in his tracks as his eyes landed on you standing over the sink in your underwear and the light sweater that covered your chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Daniel, what the hell! Have you ever heard of knocking?” you chastised.

He quickly turned around and covered his eyes, “I just wanted to apologize again and see if there was anything I could help you with. I did not expect you to be naked.”

“I am not naked,” you snickered.

“Well, you are not exactly dressed.”

“True. And if that is the case, why are you still standing there?”

You could hear Daniel gulp, the lines of his back flexing under his sweater. He slowly turned around to face you, his hands still covered his eyes. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. There was a tinge of warmth on his cheeks, “Umm, well, I want to help.”

You chuckled. He sounded so innocent that you were half tempted to let him. But, you were in a state of undress that you did not need him witnessing. He had embarrassed you enough for the night. You did not need him to humiliate you further. On the other hand, it was his mess, and he should be the one to fix it.

“Fine,” you sighed, “you can take over trying to get this stain out.”

Daniel peeked through his fingers, “Really?”

You nodded and backed away from the sink, which put you closer to Daniel in the confined space. Daniel dropped his hands and shuffled around you to occupy the spot you once resided in and got to work. You sat on the closed toilet while he ran more cold water into the basin. The two of you were silent while Daniel massaged the material, trying to encourage the wine to leave the skirt. You caught yourself mesmerized by the way his fingers flexed and slid against the fabric. Being both extremely gentle and firm.

“The stain is better, but I do not think we are getting it out,” Daniel stated, which brought you out of your trance.

You got up from your place on the toilet and took a couple of steps over to him. You leaned over the sink to look at the ruined skirt and deemed your attempts as a lost cause. You sighed as you rested your back against the sink. Your arm pressed against Daniel’s. He looked down at you. His eyes were apologetic as well as something else you could not place.

“Sorry. As I said, I will get you a new one,” Daniel apologized.

You shook your head, “It is fine. Shit happens.”

“No, no. I fucked up, and I will get you something to replace it.”

You nodded in response, knowing there was no chance of winning against Mr. Nice Guy.

“What am I supposed to wear now? I cannot walk around in my underwear.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind that,” Daniel joked.

You slapped him in the chest, “Ha ha, you are so funny. I am serious.”

“So I am I,” his face completely serious.

You both looked at each other, willing the other to back down. The staring contest continued until you could see the exact moment a thought came to him. A few seconds passed before he spoke his brilliant plan out loud.

“I could give you my sweater to wear,” he offered, almost sheepishly.

You were silent as you debated the pros and cons of that offer. And before you could contemplate any farther, you were tossing off the sweater you had on. It landed with a gentle thud on the floor. Daniel’s eyes widened in shock, but there was a fire that simmered beneath the surface as he looked over your now exposed skin, resting to ogle at your breasts a beat longer than what was considered polite.

You held out your hands for Daniel to give you the sweater. He fumbled to pull it over his head, messing up his curls in the process, but he did not hand it over to you.

“Arms up,” he whispered as if not to scare you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, head cocked to the side, but decided not to argue. The faster this was over the faster you could get out of the cramped room. So, much to Daniel’s pleasure, you followed his command and raised your arms. Daniel slipped the fabric over your head, his fingers trailing down your arms as he guided them through the openings, goosebumps left in their wake. Once your head and hands were through the holes, Daniel shifted the sweater over your body. His hands grazed your sides until the bottom of the top rested mid-thigh. You shivered as his fingers played with the hem, accidentally caressing the fullness of your thighs. An inaudible whine fell from your parted lips. The clothing smelled like him, something warm, expensive, and, for some reason, comforting. You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind. You should not be having these thoughts about someone you despise.

“Thank you,” you coughed as you pressed further back into the sink, trying to create space between you.

“You’re welcome,” Daniel croaked, hands falling to his sides, “It is the least I can do.”

You hummed in agreement, waiting for him to move from your personal space. But, he did no such thing. He continued to stare at you. As if he was debating something in his mind. His right hand reached out as if he wanted to grab you but thought better of it.

“Umm, are you-”

“Can I kiss you?” Daniel interrupted.

Your mouth snapped shut, shocked by his request. Like Daniel has to know you do not like him. So why is he now asking to kiss you? And you know for a fact you cannot stand him, so why are you not slapping him in the face for merely suggesting it? But, you were thinking about humoring him and letting him kiss you. No, you could never. It would only make him even more unbearable. Though they do say hate sex is some of the best you can experience, could that be the same with just a kiss? So, before you could think too much you were nodding your head.

Daniel, pleased with your response, reached out to gently cup your jaw. His thumb ran along the skin there while his other hand rested on the small of your waist. The fabric bunched up beneath his fingers. He leaned in and looked down at you, locking eyes and giving you a chance to back out. You did not. So he closed the short distance and placed his lips against yours.

The moment his lips met yours, it was fire. Everything burned but in the best way. You panted as Daniel pulled you closer, his tongue slipping past your parted lips. His tongue brushed against yours in a delicate but firm massage reminiscent of his hands ringing out your skirt. You threw your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. A moan left your mouth, and Daniel bit your bottom lip before diving back in. Kissing you deeper. After what felt like hours, but it was only seconds, Daniel pulled back. His thumb reached up to run along your wet, full lip. His eyes were ablaze. The once honey eyes now looked like molten glass.

Then his lips were back on yours. He kissed you with such force that you were convinced he was going to leave a bruise. His tongue fought yours for dominance, neither wanting to concede to the other. You were in no mood to give him the upper hand. You tugged at the hair laced in your fingers, silently urging Daniel to back down. Unsurprisingly, doing so did the complete opposite; Daniel groaned into your mouth as he doubled his efforts. The whimpers he coaxed from you proved how much you enjoyed it and spurred him on. He pulled your body flush against his, slotting his knee between your legs, and pressed his thigh where you needed it most. Your body automatically ground against his with want. Daniel bucked his hips as your thigh brushed along his hardening cock. Daniel removed himself from your lips. His mouth moving to place gentle kisses along the length of your neck. You whined as he nipped at the skin there.

“You better not leave any marks,” you scolded breathlessly.

Daniel snickered but did not stop his ministrations. His hand that was once on your waist had made its way down to your thigh. Fingers slipping under the sweater, lightly touching the skin there. Teasing you, running along the length of your underwear before dipping beneath the band and snapping it back against your heated skin as he continued his way up your side until he reached just below your breast. His fingers danced along the edge of your bra. His lips were at your ear when he whispered, “I want to fuck you.”

The noise that you made was sinful.

“Fuck, Daniel,” you muttered.

“Is that a yes?” he prompted, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

“Right here?” you questioned.

“Right here,” he confirmed, his body pressed against yours.

Your eyes shifted to the unlocked, closed door, “What if someone walks in or can hear us?”

Daniel shrugged, and that arrogant smirk graced his lips again, “Who cares? They would only be jealous that I am the one fucking you.”

That comment went straight to your pussy. You could feel the wetness begin to coat your underwear. You were so turned on at the idea of someone catching you guys that nothing could stop you from going through with it. You needed Daniel. So, you found yourself nodding your head once again.

“Okay, but we are going to have to be quick. We have already been gone for a long time,” you expressed.

With you in agreement, Daniel quickly captured your lips with his before pulling his undershirt over his head. Your eyes scanned his ink-covered skin, taking him in. Your hands reached out on their own accord and ran over the smooth planes of his chest. Your fingers brushed over his hardened nipples as they wandered. Daniel hissed at the contact.

While your fingertips danced over his body, Daniel pulled a condom out of his pocket before ridding himself of his pants and boxers. Then he was standing in front of you naked. An absolutely delicious sight. As if your hands had a mind of their own, you followed his happy trail to where a dusting of pubes rested above his beautiful cock. Possibly the most beautiful thing about him. His cock was hard and flushed and oh so tantalizing. That you immediately wrapped your fingers around him, and ran your hand up his length, giving him a couple of pumps. Daniel moaned. Precum leaked from his swollen tip. Mouth-watering. You just wanted to sink to your knees and take him in your mouth. To taste him, to have him grip your hair while he fucked your wet, open mouth. But, as if he could read your mind, Daniel removed your hands from him.

“As much as I want to take my time here, we have to be quick remember?”

“Right,” you responded.

Daniel returned his lips to yours as he pulled down your underwear, forcing them down your legs until they hit the floor. His left hand grabbed your thigh to hook your leg around his waist. You moaned as your now bare, wet pussy glided along Daniel’s length. Your hips lustfully rocked against him as the head of his cock caught against your clit. Daniel swore under his breath as he gripped your hip to stop your movements.

“Babe, I want to last long enough to fuck you,” Daniel groaned.

“Then hurry up,” you demanded.

With a chuckle, Daniel reached between your bodies, his fingers ran down your wet folds. Collecting the juices that leaked from you, teasing you as he gently circled your clit. Barely providing any pressure, giving you just enough for your cunt to pulse around nothing.

“Daniel,” you whined.

That prompted him to press two fingers into your dripping core. You moaned at the intrusion. Daniel pumped his fingers into you at a quick pace. Wanting to loosen you up enough to take his cock. The sound of your wetness mixed with the moans that came from your mouth. Daniel pulled his fingers out of you, so he could quickly roll the condom on his leaking cock.

Once sheathed, he ran the tip of his cock through your wetness. Coating himself in you. Then without warning, he fucked into you. You moaned as he filled you up. Loving the way he stretched you. It was orgasmic. Daniel groaned as you clenched around him. Then he was thrusting into you deep and hard, unrelenting as he was trying to get both of you to orgasm. You chanted his name as he rhythmically pumped into you. As you began to come undone beneath him, Daniel returned his hand between your legs to rub your clit. Doubling the pleasure. You shoved your hand in your mouth, muffling the sounds of pleasure that you could not contain. You were going to come embarrassingly quick and by the sounds of it so was Daniel.

“I am going to come,” you moaned.

“Me too,” Daniel responded.

He picked up the pace pushing you closer to the edge. Daniel leaned forward to quickly kiss you before he commanded, “Come for me.”

That is all it took. A scream ripped from your throat as you released over his cock. The squelch of wetness echoed against the tiled walls. As your pussy constrcited around Daniel’s cock it was more than enough to have him come. Fucking his dick deep in you as he released into the condom. The guttuaral sound he made caused your release to drip down his cock as your pussy coaxed more cum from him. Wanting him to empty everything into you. You both were panting as Daniel pulled out.

Daniel untangled your leg from around him in order to wrap you in his arms. An innocent kiss was pressed to your lips before Daniel stepped back to remove the condom and tossing it in the bin.

Daniel’s arms quickly returned to pull you into his chest. A sweet kiss was placed on your forehead as he held you for a moment. You both stood there, breathing each other in as you came down from your highs, before Daniel removed his arms so you could clean yourself up.

Once clean, you shimmied your underwear back up your body while Daniel got dressed himself. Looking in the mirror, you tried your best to fix your appearance so it did not look like you just were fucked in the bathroom, but you are sure it was useless. Neither of you was quiet, you are positive everyone heard.

Once your clothes were back in place. Daniel wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. Undoubtedly cuddly after an orgasm.

“Next time I am going to fuck you properly,” Daniel declared. You shivered. Pressing your thighs together just at the thought.

“Oh, so you think there will be a next time?” you challenged.

Daniel laughed that cocky laugh, “Babe, I know there will be a next time.”

With that, he kissed you one last time before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the bathroom. The both of you made your way into the living room, where everyone had moved to after the incident. All eyes turned to the two of you as you walked through the doorway.

“I guess the bathroom has been christened,” your friend joked.

Your face heated up with embarrassment, your neck and cheeks turned a fiery red. Daniel just pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Next time I will just bend her over the dining table and have everyone watch,” Daniel retorted.

“Daniel!” you exclaimed, smacking him.

All he could do was laugh and guide you to an empty place on the sofa. Pulling you onto his lap, though there was enough space for you to sit next to him, and he joined the conversation. Maybe Daniel was not so bad after all.

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thearchercore · 2 months

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Can I confess a few things?

I think a lot of ppl forget that Max and Carlos were teammates in 2015 and like half of 2016 before Max went to RB.

So Max knows a little about how Carlos is like as a teammate (the reason why I am 100% sure he won’t get offered a seat for 2025 because Max simply says no) and how Carlos’ team tries to turn the media/team and ppl in powerful positions in Carlos’ favour. But that’s something Max hates. For him it’s about talent, racing for the love of it and winning bc why else would you get in an F1 car? That’s why he and Charles click because they are literally the same in that regard and why Carlos will never compare as he primarily cares about finishing ahead of Charles. Max is not swayed the slightest bit by Carlos’ attempts to make himself seem better, or victimise himself.

I also believe that Sky (the English speaking branch) and F1TV have a special kind of responsibility to be as neutral as possible in their broadcasting as a lot of people still listen to their opinions because English is so widely spoken even those who have a different mother tongue (and maybe don’t have a broadcast in their own language).

It’s so disgusting to me how they treat this privilege the majority of the time.

Thanks for letting me rant. You and your blog console me after yesterday’s shit show. Thank you for your service. <3

you're absolutely right! i remember recently helmut gave an interview "Helmut Marko reveals “toxic” Max Verstappen and Carlos Sainz partnership" where he talked about how carlos and max had tense atmosphere at the team and that he wouldn't want to repeat that again. which i think says a lot, considering helmut of all people called it toxic.

re: skysports and f1tv -- skysports will always have strong british bias, they will always root for mclaren and mercedes before anyone else. so due to that, drivers like max and charles are not really their most beloved. now it seems that with carlos sr.'s influence, they chose to be on carlos' side. could also be because they will be pushing lewis' agenda more once he joins ferrari because, again, british bias. they also try to compare lando as this new rising star despite having zero wins. charles also did not extend contract with them (i believe 2 years ago?) and does more exclusive interviews with canal+ so they could also be bitter about that. (which you know, is sad considering charles offered paddock passes when he found out one f1 commentator from sky lost his job)

re: f1tv. the commentators are british, so they will have british bias in their blood. but i think they should be more neutral since that is THE international source for most people. but they recently seem to have the case of overhyping everyone who gets even remotely close to RB like the superstar so not the best commentary there.

#ferrari civil war 2024 #charles leclerc

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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A Hole in One

TW: Smut, as always. Slight potential exhibitionism. Daddy kink. Derogatory language. Rough sex.

Summary: Bored as you are dragged to one of Rafe's golf days, you decide to make things a bit more interesting...

Kook girlfriend x kook prince

"Baby, why are you pouting?" Rafe sighed, half amused as he usually preferred your lips puckered for him. But in this instance, with your arms crossed over your full breasts concealed beneath your tight crop, his interest came in the way your body tightened. He always made it obvious how he craved to devour you, even more so when you had an attitude against him. This was because he knew how easily your mood would change just by his touch alone and he basked in the power behind it.

"We were supposed to go shopping..." You detested everything about the consolation activity. It was too quiet, too hot, and you were always berated for asking questions whenever you did try to act as if you cared to please your boyfriend.

"Just one hour...and then after that, I'll buy you something real pretty..." He leaned across the console of the car separating you. When you first started dating, these small moments would force you to aquiesce as you didn't want to upset him. But now, you learned that rivaling him only enticed him more. So by the response of only your eyes pulling backwards into a roll, you pushed the door open and made your way onto the exterior of the golf course.

Sitting in the golf cart for the majority of the first half, fanning yourself, you realized how futile this was. Of course they would pick the hottest day of the summer to hit balls into holes-you just couldn't understsnd it. There were a million other things you'd rather do. A root canal. The DMV. But the most enticing thing had been Rafe, who was mouthwatering in his backwards cap, tight shorts, and gray top buttoned at the top with the exception of those exposing hints of his toned chest to you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of you eye fucking him across the green.

Carrying your soles to the small cart used for servicing members of the club, you ordered a water and an ice cream cone before returing to your seat. Peeling the package and licking your lips in anticipation to the vanilla sweet, you nearly seduced the cone, even relasing an unintentional moan, until your eyes found all three boys now looking up at you. But where Topper and Kelce were somewhere between aroused and humored, Rafe was pissed.

Rafe was the type of boyfriend who wanted to parade you around at every party, his hands never leaving your body for too long. But when it came to moans he believed only he deserved to know the sound of or even the sight of your skin he knew had been touched solely by him, he wanted all of that for himself. Which was why when you pulled your thumb to your bottom lip to withdraw the rebellious ice cream from staining your chin in its sticky makeup, an epiphany entertained your boredom.

You offered a smile so the boys would return to their game, allowing a moment to pass, before optioning for a way to gain your boyfriend's attention. Usually, you never had to fight for it, but when it came to golf, Rate was precise. You usually didn't mind because you got to treasure him prior to his games, the cute ensembles crumpled between your fingers as he gave insights to how your patience would be rewarded just before he left you to fantasize of the ways you would return your fervor for his return. But now, having been lured here under false pretenses, well over the hour agreed upon, you wanted to ensure he knew his mistake. After all, how did he expect you to entertain yourself with nothing more than a golfcart and the heat?

Pulling your crop top down just enough, you used the condensation of the water bottle to cool your temperate skin. Feigning closing your eyes, you allowed your head to rest in the expected padding of the chair behind you before notcing the three pairs of eyes on you again.

"Top!" Rafe ordered through clenched teeth as you ked the water between your thighs. From the outside glance, it seemed as though you were simply cooling yourself off. But to Rafe, he knew you too well to know this was anything but an instigation.

With the shock of ice cold water to your skin, the sudden heat of his grip sent you stumbling off of the cart and onto his feet by the main dependency of his hold.

"Are you not going to be happy until I fuck you in front of them?" His jaw tense but his eyes desperate for your rebellion, you only chuckled.

"You wouldn't dare leave a game-".

"Fuck the game-" He retorted, moving closer to you as you took this as a chance to fondle the buttons keeping his loose shirt away from the muscles contracting beneath. You had left claw marks every interaction upon the skin concealed beneath this chosen button up, and yet craved it each time as if it had been the first sight.

"Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" You questioned, eyeing him beneath your long lashes, batting them just as you would if in preparation of a blow job, the way you knew he loved to be adorned.

"Will that make you behave?" He asked through a continued clench of his teeth, although reveling in the games you two played.

"Probaably not...But you could try..." His eyes sharpened into an amused narrow as he cocked his jaw.

"So I make you cum and you you'll let me make par?" The illumination behind your eyes electrified his own steely gaze as you felt his forefinger bend beneath your chin to draw your attention exclusively to him.

Another idea suddenly crossed your mind, this one far more alluring then making yourself cold against the art of seduction.

"You think too highly of your skills..." You slipped from before him, traveling the remaining meters to his friends while hearing him mutter 'brat' in the final moments you remained in earshot.

"Can I try?" You asked, hands pulled in unison behind your back and chest pushed forward to achieve their undivided attention as Rafe remained at the golf cart, hat removed in his hands and folding its bill as if purposely trying to reshape it.

"Just one swing?" You pleaded, your tone rising in the particular way he knew well just at the cusp of your orgasm. The way your usual boisterous confidence fell to dependency in that whimper of a release, one you knew effected him well, was now spoken to someone who was not him.

"Here..." Topper offered, any excuse to make the moment end as quickly as possible having pushed him to volunteer.

The cold metal of the club was heavy between your fingers as you purposely fumbled your stance as you knew the only thing to drive Rafe into annoyance beyond repair would be the delay of how you acted brainless. This usually got you a reward when you were behind closed doors as if the only brain cells you had existed to pleasure him. But this was something you knew you would pay for later. The skin of your nearly exposed ass twitching in a premature ache of what was to come.

"You want to follow through on your swing. Carry your hips towards the hole-the flag-" He quickly fumbled as you giggled, Rafe now standing beside Kelce, who was enjoying the rivalry to who usually remained from getting such a rise out if Rafe. You knew him well to know if you were anyone else, you'd be abandoned or ridiculed. But this was how you operated. Games and tension all for reward and benefit coming imminently. You acted the brat and he corrected you in the only way he knew how-cuming.

"Can you show me?" You batted your lashes to Topper, who quickly looked to Rafe for permission. When only finding a hard line and white knuckles wrapped around his club, he nervously agreed as lining you up to swing.

"Line up..." You spoke the words carefully, almost an echo of Topper's instruction, using this to act innocent to how you nearly ground against his inseam.

"Turn your hips..." Topper guided you through this false swing as you prepared to hit the ball for real. Focusing with your bottom lip between your teeth in captivation, you turned to find Rafe staring but no longer on edge in the understanding you were almost finished with your display.

How wrong he was.

Pulling apart from Topper, you laid your new ball to the green, bending down in such a way that made everyone in view question if you were wearing a thong or nothing at all-the latter made knowledgeable of your boyfriend. Before you could prepare to swing, your arm was taken by enough force to later leave marks, as you were pulled out of view.

"You done?" His voice, dark and drawn in the way he always allowed his cadence to portray itself in the light southern drawl behind his firm words, you only smirked with pride.

"It got your attention didn't it?" His jaw cocked, his body pining you to the side of the club, out of eyesight, but not earshot of those passing by midday. But your focus wasn't on the usual elder crowd that used the fields this time of day. Your focus was on Rafe's desire for you, hard against your abdomen.

"You want my attention?" His fingers ran through your hair, softly, only to repeat this course once more to pull it backwards.

"You have it." Your grin widened as your lips became parted by his own hungry kiss. Your eager hands rose to the edges of his shirt, broadcasting your desperation to him in the gentle tug to know his touch.

"Please Rafe..." You pleaded, undeserving, yet quelled by his fingers dipping between your thighs left ajar by his knee between your parted legs.

"Such a desperate little brat, aren't you?"

"Please..." You repeated, the feeling of his large hand cupping your greedy cunt, leaving him to drawl out a scoff.

"You think you deserve it?"

"I NEED it-"

"And I needed YOU to let me finish my game...and instead you distract my friends and give them boners, acting like you haven't been fucked well a day in your life, well aware I would have taken good care of you if you were just patient..."

"Rafe..." You began to sense any portion of sweetness he usually held for you beneath his bravado to melt away beneath his hostility as he turned you to the wall, skirt lifted before it could join to your skin once again.

"You want to act like a whore for them? You're gonna be treated like one by ME!" He growled, harsh grip in your hair as a sting centered on your bare ass cheek. The wince that left your lips was enough to draw that grip in your hair now to your lips.

"You made enough of those sounds for them. Nobody else gets to hear you moan. You make one more fucking sound and you won't get to cum for a week-" Although seven days seemed tolerable, the way Rafe would tease you in that time, bringing you to that edge left you manic and in desperation of a release that would make two minutes seem like an eternity. For this, you fought to remain silent.

"Letting Topper touch you like you aren't still filled with me from this morning-" He scoffed. "You're gonna go back to them, ME dripping down your thighs so they know who makes YOU come." His hand on the back of your neck, pulling you to look at him.

"But not today." Your mouth came open in objection before remembering his promise to edge you. The ideas swirling in your mind of his tongue, his fingers, his cock, all bringing you to the fringes of a release only to refrain from following through, was enough to fight this moan. But it took everything you had as you felt him unbuckle himself behind you.

"You're gonna take my cock like a good girl, right?" You nodded viciously, aching for the familiarity of his impressive girth that always left you satisfied in his efforts.

"Raw." This single word made your eyes roll as he was usually careful with contraception, but aware you took your own methods of prevention, he allowed this to act for where he was temporarily negligent. All for the feeling of his naked cock making you his once more.

The sudden burial of his thick shaft had you biting your lip until drawing blood, the copper taste ignored by the way he extended into your abdomen.

"Fuck-" He grunted.

"Always so wet. So tight..." He muttered in thrusts, brazen to take you this way in broad daylight, skirt bunched at one grip at your hip, as the other remained on the back of your neck until resting at your hip in a hungry indent. You craved to silence the pulsing of your clit, eventually willing to risk his wrath for just a moment of pleasure as his moans acted as an aphrodisiac you couldn't silence.

"No!" He grunted. "You don't get to touch yourself, you little slut...You'll wait until I do...IF I let you." Bringing your silent wince into your expression, he lowered you further before him, basking in the effect of how he had you at his mercy.

"You like being fucked in public, yeah?"

You nodded.

"You like my cock this deep inside your tight little cunt? MY CUNT?"

Only allowed to nod, you did so rapidly, almost violently, his hand slipping from your mouth and hollowing out your cheeks via his grip, until you faced him.

"Please..." You couldn't take the stretch, the moans, the pressure-you risked his threat if it meant gaining some form of pity from him. Even for a moment.

"I'm sorry! Please!" Tears developed in your eyes as he suddenly stilled. You worried he would abandon you completely, the week of forced abstinence in effect to this. But instead, he turned you to face him.

"Maybe I should give you a chance to make it up to me..."

You nodded, eagerly, willing to do whatever was necessary as long as you could still touch him somehow.

"Yes, Rafe-" You validated your conviction as his grin widened.

"That's not what you call me when you're in trouble...You know better..." He warned as you swallowed hard in anticipation.

"I'm sorry...daddy....please."

"Please what? How do you want to make it up to 'daddy'?" He smiled wildly, the edges of his mouth nearly reaching his ears and raising to his eyes in illumination.

"I want to make you come daddy! Let me make you cum!"

"You know how to, doll..." He motioned to his erect mmeber, kissed by the sunlight of this balmy day. Before he could return his eyes to you, you were on your knees, hands already around his shaft. You knew his anatomy well, you knew how he loved to be stroked and the most sensitive patches of eroticism that pulled his eyes into a roll of pleasure. But you didn't want to wait for the usual foreplay of long stripes along his cock. You took him with force, pushing well beyond your reflex as tears formed in your eyes.

"Good girl-fuck!" He clenched his teeth and bucked his hips in response. When feeling your tears on his lower stomach, he chuckled, staining his care with how he loved seeing you choke on him.

"Look at my good girl, on her knees for me in public...making daddy feel so fucking good!" He bellowed, eyes screwing shut as you twisted his base, pumping him beyond your reflex, and sucking his excess to his swelling tip.

"Just like that , baby! Shit!" He cursed, his hand now taking control of your hair, leaving you breathless to your offerings, before finally allowing you a breath as he pulled you trembling in his arms just before he would have sent his ribbons of cum down your throat.

"You've been so good for me...Do you think you've learned your lesson?"

You nodded, desperation and the ache of his cock still spamming your throat having silenced you, leaving you speechless but eager with the continued bobbing of your head.

"My baby's gotta use big words to deserve this cum-"

"I've l-learned my ll-lesson-" You managed as he chuckled.

"Good girl." His praise sent you moaning before he lifted you against the wall, this time guiding himself inside of you. You didn't think you had ever been more wet for him, this proven in the way he was effortlessly thrusting into you, even as you tightened arousmnd him with each retrieval of his cock. He was merciless as always, but somehow more depraved on the usual firm holds, now purely selfish.

"Oh God!" You groaned to his sloppy thrusts, informing you of his coming release.

"So fucking good for me baby. Take care of daddy and I'll take care of my baby-" Your arm came around his shoulders, pulling yourself even higher from ground level, as he would use this to take himself deeper inside of you. The silence of his vugarities informed you of his precipice, followed by the blood drawn by his scratch, and your name leaving his lips between curses and pet names.

"Shit, babygirl..." He breathed, pulling you to your feet as they struggled to straighten.

"As promised..." He moved to his own knees , bunching your skirt upwards once again to your bald cunt, sopping in the mix of his cum and your own desire. Grinning in approval to how aroused he made you, he set his fingers inside of you, sending your head backwards.

"You scream, I stop." You agreed with a nod as you bit your bottom lip once finding him to focus on your clit. His teeth tormented it's swollen inflammation as you twisted your fingers in his shirt. Smirking into your thigh, he pulled your leg over his shoulder for proper angle, suddenly devouring you in a series of nibbles and inhales before bringing you to that cusp he knew well. But he altered his direct devotion, fingers slowing to draw out your orgasm.

"You EVER pull shit like that again, and you'll only cum when I let you...which won't be often, baby..."

"Rafe-"

"Don't worry.. I'll still cum.." He grinned. "You’ll still get my cock...But only I'll get to cum..." His fingers to your clit were impossibly swift, perfectly pressured, his breath hot against your ear purring in endorsement.

"But right now...because you're such a good girl for me...because you learned your lesson..." He grinned maniacly. "You're gonna squirt for me-"

"Rafe, please. Not here-" The idea of you staining the sidewalk or his clothes, evidence of your punishment returning back to Topper and Kelce, stained your cheeks red.

"You are so tight baby, you need this. " Your whimpers drove him further, quicker, deeper. His pointer finger, contrasted cold to your fiery skin with his signature ring, slipped inside of you for pressure, followed by his middle finger, and thumb rounding your clit into those flicks and circles.

"And once you do, you're gonna let me finish my game, dripping with both of us, thinking about how you'll behave next time..."

"Yes!" You breathed.

"Rafe! I'm-"

"That's it baby...let go...let me feel-" You interrupted him with the release he pulled, dampening his shoes with what he pulled from you. Your mouth pulled into a wide oval, the rush of pleasure intensified by the way he twisted your clit to leave you overstimulated and with the reminder of the control he had over you-as if you could ever forget.

"Now...you satisfied?" He teased, allowing you to pull your dress to cover yourself, slightly embarrassed to what you had allowed and what you still wanted.

"Hole in one?" He questioned as you rolled your eyes to his cheesy pun before being returned to Topper and Kelce, who you could no longer look in the eyes as you felt Rafe's promise descend between your thighs, coming into view if you were to part them. As he returned to his game, you sat silently in the golf cart, imagining what he would buy you after this game was over and already planning how you would rebel against him next time...

#rafe cameron #outerbanks #outer banks #rafecameron #obx #obx fanfiction #drew starkey #netflix #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #kook #golf

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ufoend · 1 year

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∆ please help us

we can not afford any of our basic needs

i usually try to keep this as light as possible, but i have put this off for long enough that i have to post this. me and my partner desperately need help. we are just two gay people trying to make it alone here with absolutely no support system. *remaking because the first post died

who we are: im j (or jet), im 24 year old trans guy whose had this account since 2014. i married my partner in 2018, we even met on tumblr when we were younger, we've been together for years. my partner is disabled (diagnosed with autism and seizure disorder and others)

what we need: basic needs, help with vet care, dental emergency assistance and general support. our cat had an emergency surgery two years ago that means he needs to be on a prescription diet (hills urinary food) for his entire life. the vet suddenly said we need to bring him in again to get his prescription renewed and we cant order any more food for him until then, which he will not survive without, and he is not allowed to eat any alternative food without risking his life. we have less than half of a 8 lb bag of it which will not last him through the next month. with the vet, food, and ubers to get to the vet and to the only place they sell the food = 200

to try to summarize our situation, we were kicked out by family and made officially homeless for the first time last year. this is right after we moved across states (wa to az) to support my partners family upon their request, only to be subjected to abuse and kicked out directly due to homophobia in an unfamiliar state after a few months. this left both of us and all of our animals entirely homeless. we luckily have an apartment now but our situation isnt stable. we lost all of our belongings at this time, everything we had built, and have not been able to replace them as we have very fixed income. my partner is especially affected by this situation, as it was traumatizing, and they have just had to power through trauma after trauma because of poverty, more than i can say.

i also have severe and painful dental problems that are not covered by medicaid in az and i have no way to afford. this includes wisdom teeth, root canals, and many cavities that will turn into that crazy expensive treatment if i don't fix it. some may remember my post about this (+this) showing the work i need. i cant keep ignoring it, because they are worried about two of the cavities becoming root canals, and i want to prevent another infection, but thats at least 250 each i also lost a cap and need to replace it to save the tooth, but that's at least 600.

we are still not going to be able to afford rent in future months because our EBT was delayed last month and i had to spend money we don't have, and without student loan forgiveness, my partner will not have loans anymore so we are in serious jeopardy even affording rent, let alone bills. our pets (2 cats 1 small dog) also desperately need vaccinations, which is dangerous to keep going this overdue without with their health problems. our dog has also been limping for the past week and he needs to be seen when that is ever possible, at least 65 plus ubers.

any donations would go first to the vet appointment and cat food, then the other needs in order of priority. will keep updating this, i know its a lot and i really don't expect anything as i know it's well over 1000 for it all, i am begging for help with any of this.

we are both students, we are trying to work towards stability, while being stuck here. i do everything i can to bring in money to support us on my own. we make 200 less than rent is monthly. i am in school to become a caseworker so i am aware of a lot of resources in my area, and have applied for everything, but we can not do this alone which is why i have to ask for help. i am so sorry for having to do this but i appreciate any support that i do have because of this website. you guys literally save my life. helping out other poor people and getting helped out on here has been the most compassion ive ever been a part of. dollars, even pennies, worth of donations has kept my cat safe, has affected me in real ways. it actually matters to us, no matter the amount.

thank you anyone who reblogs, donates anything at all, or reaches out

p*ypal email (best): [email protected]

v*nmo: @tobler707

c*shapp: $tobler707

#signal boost #please boost #please reblog #reposting because this died out #im so sorry

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year

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One of Steve’s moms favourite things to do when she was with Billy was to tell him embarrassing stories about Steve’s childhood, which Billy was incredibly thankful for, even if Steve was always mortified when Billy would recount the tales later.

Of all the stories, the one that had stood out to him the most was the story of Steve going to the dentist and getting laughing gas as a child. He was convinced that there were tall, green aliens at the end of the dental chair, waving hello to him, and he couldn’t be convinced otherwise.

“They’re right there!” He’d shouted around the dental tools in his mouth, pointing at his feet and causing the dentist to jump and almost puncture Steve in the gums.

“Sure there are, honey,” his mom had replied, patting his hand from her chair beside the dental chair, trying to hide her giggle. “You stay still and I’ll wave for you.”

For the remainder of the appointment, Steve continued to point at the “aliens” and it had taken hours after they’d returned home to convince him that the aliens were special dental aliens and they hadn’t followed them home, and no, they weren’t under Steve’s bed.

***

Billy had laughed, but then largely forgot about the story until Steve had come home from a dental appointment saying that he had to get a root canal, and they would be administering laughing gas.

“I’ll take you, pretty boy, that way you don’t need to call a taxi after.” Now was his time to see Steve on laughing gas in action.

Steve had protested, telling Billy that there was really no reason for the blond to take time off work, but Billy insisted, so Steve shrugged, agreeing.

***

The day of the procedure arrived, and Billy drove Steve there, waiting in the lobby while Steve had his dental work done.

About an hour later, Steve emerged into the reception area on the arm of the dental assistant.

“Hi Billy baby!” Steve garbled out around the gauze stuffed in his mouth, waving frantically at Billy, a dopey smile on his face. “I can’t feel my face!”

Billy rushed to collect Steve, a grin spreading over his face. He thanked the assistant, who informed Billy that the dentist would be out soon to talk to Billy about Steve’s after appointment care.

A couple minutes later, a young brunette woman emerged through the swinging door and headed right for Billy and Steve.

“Hi,” she said, sticking out her hand for Billy to shake. “I’m Dr. Phillips. You must be Billy. Steve’s husband? Steve’s told me so much about you.”

Billy took her hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you Dr. Phillips.”

“Isn’t he pretty? Look at him. His hair is so curly and his skin is so gold.” Steve said suddenly, turning to the oral surgeon.

She nodded, a smile on her face. “Yes, Steve, he’s very pretty.”

Steve leaned in closer to her. “Did I tell you how nice his boobies are? He has nice boobies. And a big” Steve held his hands out about a foot apart, which was flattering, but frankly untrue. “I have a big crush on him. But don’t tell him, ok? Billy can’t know I like him.”

The doctor winked at Steve conspiratorially, making a motion as if locking her lips. “Your secrets safe with me.”

She turned to Billy, whose face was now crimson. Fuck, he thought Steve would just talk about aliens or something again. Billy felt like he was going to melt into the floor.

Thankfully, the doctor went through Steve’s care plan quickly, and they were able to get on their way.

“Hey,” Steve said to Billy, tugging on the blonde’s sleeve. “Did I tell you I have a crush on Billy? He’s the best.”

Billy smiled, looping his arm around Steve’s shoulder and pulling him close as they walked to the parking lot. “No, Steve. You’ve never told me. I’m sure he’d be really happy to hear it though. I think he has a crush on you too.”

“Really, you think so?” Steve asked, his eyes wide.

Billy’s heart warmed, filled with fondness for the silly brunette. “Yeah, I really think so.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fluff #chrisbitchtree writes #this was 100% inspired by two experiences I’ve had on laughing gas #once I thought I saw aliens #and once I told the dental hygienist I thought the dentist was hot #but not to tell him #while he was right next to me #hearing it all

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lokisgoodgirl · 21 days

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How did the dentist go?! Hope you’re feeling okay and if not I hope Mr LGG is looking after you 💚

(Ps. Also may I be on your taglist please 🙏🏼💚)

Hey lovely! Thanks so much for asking🦷☺️ It's sore, but it's doable - root canals are never fun but I'm glad it's over! 😊 I'll be right as rain in no time!!

Mr LGG is looking after me very well! He's been giving me lots of cuddles and careful kisses and compliments because he knows I feel like shit 😆

And of course you can be on my taglist😋🤗I look forward to whoring out with you. X

#LGG asks

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kimberly40 · 1 year

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*GRANNY WOMEN*

In the old days, people living deep in the Appalachian Mountains had to be very self-reliant. Granny Women are the ones people went to for healing. Granny Women brought with them their own culture and traditions. They knew the way of herbs and home remedies; the healing magic that came from Ireland and Scotland with the early settlers.

Granny Women were healers and midwives and often the only practitioners of health care for the poor living in rural areas. They did not take payments for their healing. As with other settlers, they shared what they had. Gratitude for help and knowledge was often in the form of food, quilts, or other needed items, but it was not expected.

The healers of Appalachia know their knowledge and wisdom has been passed down for generations in their family. It goes far back to ancient times, to peasants throughout Ireland and many other parts of the world.

It was not easy to get to a doctor and rarely could a doctor reach anyone in time to help them get through an illness. Accidents happened and doctors were nowhere around in emergencies but there was always a Granny close enough to fetch for help. Every village or community in the mountains had at least one Granny Woman to run to for help and healing. These women knew exactly which plant, herb, root, or bark would heal each malady or injury that came up.

Granny Women and their midwifery skills were the main help for about half the births in Southern Appalachia. Childbirth was a great concern and a dangerous time in the old days and it was the Granny Woman who played an integral role in seeing that the babe and the mother survived.

When someone was sent to "fetch granny", the Granny Woman would grab her bag, get on a mule or horse and leave her own family, often for days, to care for the woman in labor. She often stayed for a few days after the child was born.

One common ritual of a Granny Woman when attending a birth, was to put an axe under the bed of the mother during labor. This was symbolic of "cutting the pain." Also, if all the windows were opened during labor, that was symbolic of opening the birth canal for easier delivery. Spells and charms were not looked on as odd or strange and the settlers trusted their Granny.

The Granny also practiced divination, such as reading tea leaves, watching for signs in the clouds and several other methods including scrying, with a bowl of water (staring into a bowl of water to see the future while as in trance) was another method of divination.

Some people are born with the gift of healing and in time become aware of this as their knowledge just naturally comes out. The Granny knows instinctively which member of her family is the next healer, so encourages that child to learn.

Researched and Archived 2016 by Dian Stewart Powels.

#appalachian #appalachian mountains #north carolina #appalachian culture #appalachia #western north carolina #the south #granny #appalachian folk magic #appalachain gothic

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bitimdrake · 1 year

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Do you have fic recs by any chance? You really seem to have a lot of comics knowledge so I trust that you know what’s accurate to the source material and what’s not :)

you know I've gotten a few asks about this and I never quite manage to answer them, because I'm always convinced that I will somehow end up with a perfect and complete rec list if only I wait to reply just a little longer.

SO I'm gonna try cutting myself off at the head this time, and not giving you a prefect list by any means, but at least giving you an answer:

Here is a collection that I'm slowly forming for fics that really feel like they're actually based off comics. It is currently very small and people are welcome to bookmark to it if they find other very comics-based fics, but it's a start.

And a couple random recs as I scroll through my personal bookmarks:

Redrawing the Lines (11k) is fantastic Batman Reborn era Dick & Tim & Damian fic, and it continues as a series after.

also the second before the other shoe drops (8k) about the same trio. AU where Damian makes a murder attempt in a subtler way--but most important, is not demonized by a narrative that instead gives everyone a fair shake.

will we ever get to the other side? (5k) Dick & Tim in a very specific era where Dick's life is falling apart and filled with trauma, and Tim has just been hit with a huge smack of grief and also trauma, and neither is at their best but they're trying.

Everything by @silverwhittlingknife is ideal Dick & Tim content, and all deeply rooted in comics. I will call out:

The Return (11k), which is Dick's pov of Tim coming back to Gotham after Brucequest

only you will have stars that can laugh (9k) which is sad and loney but also sweet on Christmas

Red Letter Day (42k, wip) in which god Dick is trying his fucking best to hold it together okay. (aka everyone is kind of prickly, Dick is stressed, there's a Mysterious Wednesday of unclear importance, and I love them sm)

@flybynightwing has equally comics-based and also absolutely fascinating and compelling fics. I'll call out:

How Far Love Goes (99k) a case fic that draws in everyone in the bat family, with a tilt towards Dick (although the Steph is also fantastic), and turns into a reflection on Bruce as a parent.

goal-oriented mindset (5k) Catalina's pov, meeting Dick again well after everything went down. Subject may not be for you, but I find it SO interesting and roll it around and around in my head. (And it is of the very very rare selection of actually comics-based fics about that arc.)

It's a Wonderful Earth-218 (7k). A thoroughly depressed Dick goes to a world where he was never born, it's a wonderful life-style.

(And carrying on with various authors again:)

Hate and Love are Two Sides of the Same Coin (5k + 13k sequel) every member of his family is forced to say what they like least about Dick. The fic makes no secret of its thoroughly contrived premise and doesn't particularly care to justify it either, but still comes out with great characterization and relationship reflections.

Mikey Dies At The End (4k), outsider pov centered around Jason as the Red Hood, which is so very confident in its characterization of him and has zero considerations given to fanon and it's an excellent read.

A Meditation on Railroading (24k), a Tim-centric fic that deals heavily with his relationship with his dad. This one is not really canon at all, but it is good, and its version of the relationship is compelling.

Young Justice Visit the Suez Canal (3k) look this one is pure 90s-style Young Justice humor. We're here for a good time.

Aaand I know there are many more good fics, but I have run out of steam and I am trying so so hard to remember that some answer is better than no answer. Though I am very sorry to all my beloved writers & mutuals who have written excellent comics fic.

Anyway final tip is when you find an author who knows what they're talking about, go through all their fics, and then go through all their bookmarks.

#*#ask #anon #*dc #dc #fic recs #also a tip: just exclude 'dick is a bad brother'#ignore anything that says damian is inherently evil and bad #and know that 'bruce wayne is a good parent' is lmao so fanon but you should still enjoy it if you want to

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strangelock221b · 11 months

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July is almost here and along with it, Christmas in July 2023!

This year's prompts are more detailed than previous years'. This event is open to every fandom, ship, and rating.

Have fun!

Advent calendar. Instead of chocolate, Person A is sent an Advent Calendar full of charming confessions, ending with "I love you" on December 24th.

It's better to give than to receive. Person A draws their crush Person B's name for Secret Santa. They're so concerned with giving Person B the perfect present that they don't realize their Secret Santa has done the same.

Binge. Single Person A spends a whole day watching Hallmark Christmas movies but instead of relaxing, they remind them that they are painfully single. What happens when Person B drops in out of the blue?

Make a wish. Person A does everything in their power to make Person B's dearest wish come true.

Naughty or nice? Being nice will get Person A in Person B's good graces, but being naughty is so much more fun.

Happy Holidays. Being forever single never bothered Person A before, but this year not having anyone to bring home for Thanksgiving rankles. Can they find true love before New Year's Eve?

Do you want to build a snowman? Person A and Person B would build snowmen together when they were kids. After they grew up, Person A moved away from their hometown for work. When they come back years later for the holidays, they're awakened one night by a snowball hitting their childhood bedroom window.

First snowfall of the season. Everyone's forgotten how to drive in the snow, including the guy who rear-ended Person A. Thankfully, Person B knows how to calm them down and will give them a lift.

Home for the holidays. Person A thought they'd be alone for the holidays but Person B (their secret crush) invites A to spend the holidays with them and their family.

Comfort and joy. It is Person A's first Christmas since a major loss and Person B does everything they can to make it a good one.

Make it sparkle. "You wrapped presents today." "How can you tell?" "The table is covered in glitter." "Ooops." "Did you wrap anything for me?"

Nobody loves you like family. Person A has been home for the holidays for all of one day but their family is already getting on their nerves. Person B offers them a chance to escape.

The most wonderful time of the year. Grinchy Person A hates Christmas. Can Christmas-loving Person B change their mind before Christmas Eve or are they a lost cause?

It's become a tradition. Perpetually single Person A and their equally single best friend Person B escape their respective families every Christmas Eve and spend time together. What happens when Person A brings someone home to meet their family?

Silent night. Person A has laryngitis at Christmas, it's up to Person B to take care of them. Thankfully, they know Person A so well that words aren't necessary.

White Elephant. Person A gets something at a White Elephant party that they neither want nor need, but they know Person B would love it.

Ghost of Christmas Past. Person A regrets breaking up with Person B years ago and is determined to win them back.

Office romance. Person A asks their SO Person B to host their office's holiday party but Person B would rather have a root canal without anesthetic.

Under the mistletoe. Person A is the last person Person B would want to kiss, so why does everyone try to get them under the mistletoe?

Peace on earth. Person A steps outside to get a breather from the boisterous gathering only to run into Person B doing the same thing.

Joy to the world. Person A goes to Person B to tell them some very good news.

Taste this. Person A is making their first big family Christmas dinner by themselves. Their SO Person B offers encouragement but is hopeless in the kitchen so they're the designated taste tester.

Blue Christmas. "Who breaks up with someone December 23rd?"

Do you hear what I hear? Person A is awakened to the sound of caroling outside their window, led by Person B.

It's a Christmas miracle. The least likely thing to happen, happens and at Christmas, no less.

A candle in the window. It's a cold December night and Person A is lost driving around an unfamiliar neighborhood. A candle in the window of a house convinces them to stop and ask for directions. The homeowner is their acquaintance Person B.

Winter Wonderland. Person A is snowed in with their crush Person B.

Many happy returns. Person A runs into Person B in line to exchange unwanted gifts.

Become one with the couch. Laid-back Person A convinces perpetual-motion machine Person B to just chill with them a couple of days after Christmas.

Milk and cookies. Single Person A leaves cookies for Santa as a joke. Someone ate them overnight and left a present under the tree. Could it be … their best friend Person B?

Out with the old, in with the new. Person A breaks up with their less-than-worthy SO on New Year's Eve. Does a kiss at midnight from Person B foretell a better year ahead?

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