#LETS GO GREY COMES BACK TODAY :D

[nymphomatique]

wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻

this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.

cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!

“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”

miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’

you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.

peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.

you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.

immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”

you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.

you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.

a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”

miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”

you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.

after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.

peter 🚮

| is that fucking o’hara..?

| you’re fucking with me???

| fucking whore

| you sleep with nerds now??

you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.

you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.

fucking dweeb.

#the ask had me sweatin #u guys need to start writing instead of me 😭 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel atsv smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel atsv #sub miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #you’ve got mail💌 #<nerd!miguel3

[lovecoree]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐊𝐓𝐇

pairing: painter!tae x black fem!reader

synopsis 🎱: taehyung doesn’t tolerate your attitude, especially when he’s not in his right mind for his next painting. punishing you is the only way for you to know he’s serious about that.

warning: SMUT ! mdni , oral ( m receiving ) , filming ( with consent ofc ) , huge d!ck tae ( yes this is a warning ) , reader is black coded , dom!tae , brat!reader , brat taming , let me know if there’s more !

a/n: this was an anonymous request, also my first time writing smut so it’s probably trash, but hope you enjoy

Taehyung was an amazing artist, the art ideas he had in mind came easily to him, wrist moving swiftly as he painted on a blank canvas, but today was a bad day for Taehyung. He couldn’t seem to stay focus nor come up with ideas that seemed new and interesting. Everything looked the same leaving him more angry and destroying countless of canvases— left ripped or thrown all across the room.

Taehyung was busy mixing up paints in a container with aggression, grey sleeves pushed up and veins protruding on his hands and arms, and glasses on the tip of his nose. He was pouring his anger out on mixing that he didn’t hear your footsteps nearing the door, not until your voice stopped all his movements.

“You’re still going at it” Your voice came out in a sarcastic tone as you took in the sight of the messy room and your boyfriend standing in the middle. Your voice got stuck in your throat when taehyung only turned his head and not his full body, eyes boring into yours as his expression was blank. “What do you want.” His cold tone was nothing new to you, you knew Taehyung can be cold towards you— or anyone when he’s angry about his work not coming out the way he wants it to be, but that doesn’t stop you from letting your true sarcastic comments slip out from time to time.

Your feet thud against the marble floor on purpose as you moved closer towards Taehyung, slightly kicking the half used canvases out of your way. Taehyung hated when you thud your feet, always telling you to pick your feet up when walking. He eyed your movements before slowly looking up at you with an intense look— a warning look that you did not take seriously. First mistake.

Folding your arms over your chest, wearing nothing but Taehyung’s grey shirt that’s oversized on you. “You’ve been in here for five hours, you promised me you’ll only be in here for two hours tae.” Which he did promise, the sincere promise he made right after giving you a kiss. Taehyung sighed as he fully turned his body around to face you. Small container and paint brush still in his hand tightly.

“Y/N sometimes promises are meant to be broken, you’ll be fine. I’m busy.” His blunt comment made you mad as you rolled your eyes. He didn’t tend to be harsh with his choice of words, but the lack of creativity and your sarcastic tone was making him annoyed. “Then why the fuck did you make the promise in the first place tae?” Taehyung jaw clenched as he looked at you with a hard glare. The bratty behavior and talk back is something Taehyung never liked, especially when you cuss. “What I say about cussing?” Taehyung stepped closer to you, towering over your body, but you wouldn’t waver. Second mistake.

“Boy I don’t care what you said, it’s my mouth. Now like I said fuck you make—” The gasp you let out as Taehyung finally broke his calmness, throwing the container of paint and paint brush on the floor— thank god it was washable paint. He gripped your neck pulling your body closer to his as you looked up at him. “Baby I told you I don’t tolerate disrespect or you cussing me out, apologize and I’ll let it slide.” Taehyung’s tone was deep, deep to the point you felt your panties start to dampen.

The look he gave you was telling you to utter something slick again, so what you do? Utter something slick again. “I’m not apologizing for shit.” Third mistake.

“That’s it take it all.” Taehyung groaned deeply glancing down at you as he gripped the back of your neck holding you still as he fucked your mouth. Loud gaging noises was music to his ears. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” He smirked loving the sight of your tears pooling down to your puffy cheeks, spit and precum glistening on your chin and down on the floor, balls slapping on your chin repeatedly from Taehyung’s hard thrust.

“can’t bitch now, can you?” Tilting his head back, gripping the wooden table from behind him tightly as he bucked his hips. You looked up at him as you tried your best to breath out your nose, griping his thick thighs to slow his movements. “Nah, be the brat you wanted to be and take it.”

Taehyung’s girth had your mouth stretching painfully, but you enjoyed it. His tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as you moaned around his length sending vibrations to taehyung’s cock causing him to moan. “Fuck baby, just like that.” He loved seeing your eyes filled with tears, made him weak in the knees. “S-Shit baby let me record you being good for me, hmm?” You nod your head yes as Taehyung stopped his thrust.

You could finally catch your breath as Taehyung slipped out your sore mouth. Cock drooping low from being to heavy to stand on its own. You hear him unlock his phone and pressing the record button. Gripping the base of his cock you stick out your tongue to let him slap his fat red tip on it. Pretty wet eyelashes blinking up at him as he slide back in, going back to his brutal thrusting.

Taehyung gripped the phone tight as he looked at the camera catching the pornographic scene. Biting his lip trying hard to suppress the smirk seeing you gag around him as he held you in place, nose hitting his freshly shaved pubic bone as he stuffed his cock down your throat. What felt like minutes he finally let go of your head causing you to pull back completely. Taking a huge gasp of air as spit connected from his swollen tip to your now puffy lips.

“You look a mess pretty.” You whimpered looking up at him breathing hard. He wanted to ruin you completely as punishment. Normally he would edge you on, but since you ran your mouth so much he decided to put it to good use. “Cock drunk already?” He slightly tapped your face with his free hand before gripping your jaw to look up at the camera.

“Apologies for being a brat baby and maybe I’ll go gentle.” Your hands rubbed up on his thighs as you looked up at him so pretty. “I-Im sorry for being a brat, it won’t happen a-again tae.” Voice practically raspy from the stretch, Taehyung smiled. “Good girl, finish me off.” He moved his hand from your jaw, allowing you to finally take control. His cock felt heavy in your hands as you jerked him off placing him back in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth.

“Oh my— fuck you’re amazing.” To be honest this is exactly what Taehyung needed, from all the pent up stress he had today, fucking your throat was the only option in his mind to release it. “Fuck baby I’m close.” Taehyung’s moans turns into whimpers as you pulled away to jerk him off faster sticking out your tongue.

“shitshitshitshit.” Taehyung’s jaw dropped as his eyes rolled back, stomach caving in as thick ropes of his cum splattered all on your tongue, lips and cheeks. You looked pretty to him.

Taehyung turned the recording off, placing his phone on the table behind him. He watched as you scooped the remaining cum off your cheeks and lick your fingers clean.

“You are truly amazing baby.” Helping you up off the floor Taehyung kissed you passionately, tasting his own bittersweet cum. The kiss was sloppy yet loving. “No more distractions, ok?” Placing a harsh slap on your ass you smiled. “Ok.” You giggled as he picked you up bridal style carrying you to y’all shared bedroom.

#taehyung x black reader #black fem reader #bts x black girl #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung smut #smut #black reader smut #bts x black reader #bts fic #bts fanfic #taehyung #bts thv #kpop smut #bts smut #taehyung x y/n

[hazenllas]

Teenage Romance II Hazel Callahan

Pairings: Hazel Callahan x fem! reader

Contains: Pure fluff. Just a really really cute little story

(Apologies for any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language)

A/N Message: i'm honesty so proud of this. I've been thinking of writing something like this for a while. Also i love hazel Callahan so much. (If you couldn't already tell...)

Summery:Due to so many stressing schoolwork and family issues, you haven't had time to spend time with your girlfriend Hazel.

You woke up to the subtle raindrops against your windows. It was a rainy grey day and thank god you had nothing to do today. You got out of your bed and tangled yourself into your big white blanket that covered basically your whole bed. You walked out of your room and down the set of stairs to see nobody home. You smiled to yourself and made yourself a bowl of lucky charms. While eating, you got the best idea yet. Since your schedule has been all occupied by family activities and many more you haven't had time to actually spend time with Hazel besides school. You jumped up from your chair and ran upstairs to get ready. You decided to wear a white collared shirt and some baggy blue jeans and your black converse. You were going to suprise hazel at her door but you hoped if her mom was there she wouldn't dissrupt you both. When you got to her mansion, you began walking up to her doorstep occasionally stepping in water puddles. You knocked on her door two times and waited for someone to answer. When the door finally opened, it revealed a very tired hazel who was still in her "pajamas" which was a white tank top and green sweatpants that made her look so breath taking. her eyes lit up when she saw you. "Hey baby, come in." hazel said guiding you by your arm inside her warm, welcoming house. When you came in, she hugged you by your waist and swayed both your bodies side to side. "Haze i missed you" You say, hugging her tighter. she hums and kisses your temple. "What d ya wanna do baby? My mom's not home and won't be for a while so your choice,love." Hazel says letting go of you to look down at you. "Uhh can we make cookies?" You ask looking at her. "Anything you want. c'mon" Hazel replies guiding you to the kitchen.

"You both head into the kitchen and begin to get a chocolate chip cookie mix out. "As you are mixing all of the substances together, Hazel hugs you from behind and starts kissing your neck lightly. "Haze it tickles!" You giggle as you feel her smile into your neck. "I missed you so much you know?" Hazel mumbles. ""Me too Haze, I promise to try my hardest to spend more time with you." You say, turning around and cupping her cheeks. She sighs and closes her eyes leaning into your touch. You giggle and kiss her on the lips quickly before mixing your cookies once again. "Now go to the couch and find a movie to watch" You say bringing your attention back to the cookies. "Fineee" Hazel whines walking into the family room. After putting the cookies into the oven, you decide to mess with Hazel. Since the back of the couch was facing you, you decided to sneak up behind her and scare her. You tip-toe into the family room up against the couch and launch at her. "Boo!" You say making her jump. "Fuck Y/N, you scared me!" Hazel says looking at you with wide eyes. "Well that was kind of my whole plan Haze." You say messing up her dark brown hair. Hazel just rolls her eyes and continues watching the movie. After a few minutes, you see that the cookies were done. You get a baking glove, and take out the tray of cookies and place them on the stove. After they cool down, you get two cookies one for you and one for hazel and take them to the couch. "Here you go" You say handing Hazel the cookie. "Thank you sweetheart" Hazel answers while taking a big bite of her cookie. You walk over to the couch and cuddle up beside her. She instantly wraps her arm around your shoulder and holds you tight against her. You can smell her, you can tell she put her dark nature forest cologne you baught for her months ago. "I love you Haze." You whisper looking up to meet her beautiful blue eyes. "I love you too, baby" She answers, looking down at you and kissing your forehead. "So much."

#hazel callahan #bottoms hazel #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan x reader #i suck at writing #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #Hazel callahan is such a sweetheart i may die #hazel callahan fluff #wlw #bottoms movie 2023 #bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #ruby cruz

[bsblogsstuff]

Did that turn you on?

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

TW: NSFW, smut 18+, minors DNI, unprotected sex, mentions of oral sex (both m and f), smoking weed, drinking, the reader is 18+, cuss words, pet names, praise kink, semi-public fingering, groping.

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It all started after a D&D campaign. Eddie offered to drove you back home and, before driving, you both smoked a joint together. It became an appointment you two were very happy to repeat every night after Hellfire. Soon, the smoking led to heated make out sessions, the kisses then lead to you giving Eddie a blowjob in the back of his van and, lastly, to Eddie eating you out. You and Eddie had never had sex, the only act that would bear consequences that you weren’t ready to face. Often you would tease Eddie by sitting in his lap or he would smack your butt when you were walking in front of him. You two were now in a grey area between friendship and almost dating, both too chickened out to actually express your feelings.

Until today.

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You’re walking to the Hellfire club, your bag hanging lazily on your shoulder and bumping against your hip, while you're checking your makeup in your pocket mirror.

“Yeah you look good, but none of us is ready for you and Eddie to tease each other”. Gareth’s voice startles you.

You turn around to give him a questioning look.  “Tease? What do you mean, Gareth?”, you ask him, blushing. Gareth is the closest friend you have, you two grew up together and he was the one to introduce you to the magical world of D&D. Then, of course, he managed to convince you to participate to Hellfire.

He snorts, “Oh come on, Y/N! We all have eyes; he’s always palming your butt and you’re sitting in his lap and wiggling your hips like this”. Gareth then mimics your wiggling your hips, taking a few steps in front of you. You let out a barking laugh, moving closer to him to pat his hips playfully. “Please, tell me I don’t actually look like this or else I’m going to kill myself”.

Gareth snorts, then throws his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the room.

“Dude, do you remember ‘bout my party, tomorrow night, huh? Will you make me those cupcakes?”, he practically begs you, trying to do puppy eyes.

“No need to puppy eye me, Gareth”, you chuckle, “Of course, they’re the best when the munchies come”.

You two reach the door, still with Gareth’s arm around your shoulders. From the inside someone opens the door and Eddie steps out, smiling at the both of you. Gareth gulps, quickly removing your body from the hug, almost shoving you away.

“Shit, sorry Eddie”, he mumbles, avoiding looking at Eddie’s face.

Eddie gives you a puzzled look and you shrug, taking a step in his direction, then you wrap your arms around his torso, sighing when his arms hug you back. “Dunno, Eds”, you whisper in his ear, “Maybe he was worried you’d get mad since he was holding me”. You hear his chuckle, then one of his ringed fingers caresses your cheek, moves down to your chin, and lifts it up. You meet his gaze and smile softly.

“Too bad you apologized, Gareth”, Eddie exclaims, still looking in your eyes, “I really wanted to arm wrestle you tonight”.

You scoff and Eddie leans over to peck at your cheek. The small touch of his lips on your skin makes you blush. “Why are you scoffing, princess? You’d be glad to see two knights fighting for you”

Gareth chuckles, you turn your head to look at him and he gives you a knowing look. “Sorry Eddie, I thought you’d be… jealous or, I don’t know, something… since I was basically hugging Y/N/N”, he explains.

Eddie holds you less tightly to use one of his arms to smack Gareth’s shoulder. “Come on Gareth, I know that you and this princess right here have been friends for a lifetime”, he exclaims with a smirk on his face. “What time your party, tomorrow?”, he asks, changing the subject and Gareth smiles in relief. “Come at 9, Henderson and Wheeler are coming over earlier to help, so I won’t need you”. Eddie gasps dramatically at Gareth’s answer and you roll your eyes, “Always the dramatic one, Munson”, you scoff. He ruffles your hair, the action making you whisper a small “Stop that, cult leader” under our breath that, luckily for you, Eddie doesn’t catch.

“So, since Gareth doesn’t need me”, Eddie pouts at his friend, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”, he asks, cupping your cheeks. You nod enthusiastically, “Yeah, sure, what time?”. The boy smiles at your answer before answering. “Let’s make around 7.30, sounds good?”

You nod again, feeling your cheeks becoming redder and redder, “Sounds very good, but come to my place, I’d love to cook for you”. Eddie almost chokes at your offer, “Deal, princess”.

When he turns around, interrupting the hug, Gareth his quick to grab your wrist and to mouth a “I told you that, you stubborn dude” directly in your face. You flip him, but can’t help smiling at the thought of having a dinner date with Eddie.

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“Please please please”, Eddie begs you out of nowhere. You raise your eyebrows and shrug, “What’s up, Eds?”, getting up to collect the dishes and walking into the kitchen to bring some cupcakes to the table.

“Tell me you’re going to be future Mrs Munson so I can eat like this every day”, he tells in your ear, hugging you from behind. His hands are placed on your stomach and you turn slightly your head to give him a quick look, a small smirk on your face.

“Bold of you to assume that I’d be the perfect little wifey who’s always at home, waiting for hubby to come home, to cook him dinner and to suck his dick every morning before going to work”, you snort, raising your eyebrows. Eddie scoffs at your answer, “I know that there’s just one thing you’ll be willing to do every day”, he tells you, his hands moving to tickle your waist. You laugh at the feeling and turn around to look at his beautiful face. “Sucking your dick, of course”, you answer, seriously. Eddie groans loudly and you chuckle, lifting on your tiptoes to peck at his lips. “Princess, you’re killing me”, he whispers against your mouth.

You shake your head no and place a finger on his soft lips, “Can we eat dessert now? Then we can talk about what your perfect wifey will do every day”. Eddie nods, turns around to grab the cupcakes and you thank him.

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“Sooo”, you start, taking a seat next to Eddie. He’s laying messily on your bed, between your discarded clothes. “I’m still in two minds: black or red?”, you ask him, lifting two different dresses in front of his face.

“Try ‘em on, princess”, he suggests, with a shit eating grin on his lips. You roll your eyes with a smirk, “This is the part where I tell you to close your eyes”. Eddie closes his eyes and covers them with his hands, “Done, tell me when you’re ready”, he replies with a convincing nod.

You know damn well he didn’t close his eyes; he’s probably sneaking through his fingers. So, you take off your clothes and, only wearing your lace underwear, you take a few steps across the room. Then, you sit next to his leg, touching his skin through his ripped jeans.

“Open your eyes”, you tell him.

But he shrugs with a low chuckle, “You’re almost naked”.

“Oh no, I’m wearing the red dress, why did you say that?”, you ask, innocently. Your hand pats his thigh and you lean forward him.

“Because”, Eddie groans and you chuckle. “Because what? You had your eyes closed”

You kiss his hands, “Come on, I know you were looking at me”, you tell him softly and he sighs.

“Okay, I’m opening my eyes”, Eddie warns you. You quickly get up from the bed and take some steps back.

“There you go, that’s the first dress”, you joke. Eddie’s gaze scans your body eagerly, since this is the first time he’s actually seen the whole of you. Before that, it was just some glimpse of bare skin through your quick sessions in the back of his van or in Gareth's guest bathroom.

“Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous”, he whispers and you smile shily, flustered. “Please, come here”, he begs, making grabby hands at your direction. “I’m here, Eds, no need to beg me”, you tell him softly, crawling in his lap, “Although you sounded very hot”.

His hands cup your breasts, kneading the soft flesh with his ringed fingers before moving on your back to unclasp your black bra. Eddie moans your name at the sight of your naked boobs, just the sound makes you already wet.

“Touch me, Eds, please”, you whisper, placing his hands on your chest. Eddie’s fingers trace the shape of your breasts, before moving to your already hardened nipples. His thumb caresses your buds softly. This simple touch is enough to leave you whining Eddie’s name loudly, your back arching.

“Fuck, sweetie, you’re so sensitive”, Eddie whispers in your ear, tracing the side of your neck with small, sloppy kisses. “Need to be inside”, he moans, as you tug his hair to draw him closer to your skin. “It’s okay Eds”, you nod your head. Your fingers lift the hem of his shirt, then they move to his chest, tracing his sides. Eddie giggles, his mouth still on your neck, “Babe stops, it tickles”. You scoff and cup his cheeks.

“I need to know, sweetie”, you whisper, “I need to know what you really think of me before fucking”. Eddie raises his eyebrows and a surprised gaze, “What do you mean?”. His arms hug you tightly, while your face is shoved in the crook of his neck. You giggle at the feeling of his curly hair tickling your forehead.

“I mean… Do you like-like me? Or are you doing this just because you’re horny?”, your question is followed by a faint sigh, as Eddie’s hand caress your scalp. “Look at me, sweetie”, Eddie’s voice is soft but demanding. You lift your face up and you meet his gaze. “I liked you from the first time Gareth introduced you. Then, the first time we kissed I realized that I’m falling in love with you”. You can feel his heart pounding in chest, so your hand moves over that exact spot.

“Easy there, Eds, I fear you might have a heart attack right now”, you chuckle, followed shortly by him. “That’s all I needed to hear”, you smile, “I’m falling for you too and just wanted to be sure about your feelings”.

Eddie smirks at you, lifts your chin up with his thumb. “Who knows? Maybe after this fuck I’ll ask you to marry me”.

“Bold”, you exclaim, grinning. “Do you think I’m a sex goddess or what?”

"You're a sexy goddess for sure".

Eddie lifts your body from his lap to unbuckle his belt. Your hand touches his waistband, “Can I?”, you ask, doing your best version of puppy eyes. He grins, “Come on, pretty thing, work your magic”.

Your hand moves his boxer down, his hardened dick springs free and you moan at the sight, as usual. “Work my magic, he says”, you mumble, making Eddie laugh. Calloused fingers pat your hips, “I need you out of this to work my magic too”, Eddie coos in your ear and you roll your eyes, with a smirk on your face. You take off your panties and discard them.

Then, you pump Eddie’s shaft before leaning down to kiss his tip. “Lemme grab a condom”, he whispers, moving towards his jeans, that are somewhere on the bed. You tut, “No need to, I’m on birth control”. Eddie groans loudly and pats the tip of his dick on your folds, gathering some of your slickness.

“Jesus Christ, babe, this is so hot”.

Eddie lines up at your entrance and your hand moves to his shoulders to keep you steady, as you slowly sink on his length. You move slowly at first, waiting to adapt your walls at his thickness.

“Holy fuck”, you moan, “That’s the best feeling ever”. You start to buckle your hips slowly, while Eddie’s tongue laps your nipples. He sucks your tits loudly, the upper part of your body is covered in his spit.

“You’re so warm and tight”, Eddie moans, still with his mouth against your breasts.

“Kiss me”, you whine, the urgent need to feel Eddie even closer to you. You kiss sloppily, tongue crashing against the other and your hands wandering around his chest. “You’re so beautiful, Eds”, you moan, interrupting the kiss to leave a hickey on his neck. You suck and bite the soft flesh, making him gasp.

“You are beautiful, little thing”, Eddie whimpers, fastening the pace and buckling his hips faster. His strong hands are placed on your back to keep you steady. “Marking me so everyone knows I’m yours, huh? That’s a good girl”, he coos in your ear.

You smirk, “I liked that, good girl”. Eddie groans and his mouth is pressed to your lower neck, he leaves love-bites and you know he did that on purpose: you always wear low cut tops.

“Eds, baby, I’m close”, you mewl, with your hands cupping his cheek to lift his face up from your neck. “I got you, sweets”, Eddie nods, leaning to kiss you again.

Your cunt starts to clench and Eddie whines, “I’m close too, baby, where do you want my come?”

You nod, not able to form a reasonable answer. “You want inside?”, Eddie asks, with a surprised gaze.

“Yeah, babe, that’s hot”, you manage to answer before the orgasm hits you. You come babbling Eddie’s name and a series of “Thank you, sweetie”, mumbled against his ear.

Eddie holds you close to his chest to let you ride out your high, smiling at your fucked out expression.

“You did so good, baby”, he coos, “I’m close”.

You nod, clenching your walls to help him come although the overstimulation is getting stronger. Eddie comes with a whimper, his fingernails scratch your back and you pepper his face with kisses. Hot spurts of his come paint your gummy walls. He pants for some time, with your hands massaging his shoulders.

“Fuuuuuck”, he chuckles, still panting, “Please, tell me we’re doing this again”. You smirk, “I think I need an engagement proposal before that”, winking at him. Eddie rolls his eyes, leaning over to steal a kiss. “Of course I’m marrying you, this was the best sex ever”.

You laugh at his comeback, then lift your hips slowly to help him pull out of your pussy. “Shit”, you exclaim, “Hand me something not to stain the mattress”. Eddie taps your entrance with your panties, then helps you to lay down beside him.

“So, future Mrs Munson, can I keep these panties?”, he asks, winking. You nod with a smirk on your face, “Sure, future husband, but use them wisely”.

Eddie snorts and moves to his left side to hug you. His strong arms are holding your body close to his and you sigh at the feeling of his warmth. “You little minx, do you want to know how I’m going to use ‘em?”, he asks, with a shit eating grin on his lips.

“Yeah, tell me”, you nod, pecking at his nose.

“I’m going to use them to rub one out every time I’ll think of you”, Eddie whispers in your ear, making you shiver. “They smell like me and you together, it’s so hot”, he adds, sniffing your underwear.

“Ugh that’s gross”, you complain, smacking his chest playfully.

“Says the one with a squelching pussy”, Eddie replies and you cover your face. “Stop, that’s embarrassing”, you chuckle. Eddie shakes his head, “Nope, I think that’s hot. Hold my cum inside you like a good girl, will you?”, he whispers in your ear and leaving a sloppy kiss on your jaw. Then, his hands move on your back to cup your butt. “Such a great body, sweetie”, he coos.

“Eds”, you tell him with a serious tone, “We don’t have time for round two right now, stop making me horny again”.

“I’m so sorry princess,” he replies with a grin, smacking your ass.

You groan loudly and take a look at the clock. “I’ve got to get ready now, babe, can you help me?”, you ask, getting up from the bed and moving towards your dresser to pick up the dresses you left there earlier.

Eddie lifts his body up on his elbows and whistles as you bend to open a drawer.

“Wish I had a camera here”, he chuckles. You turn around and flip him before wearing a fresh pair of panties. Then, you wear a coordinated bra and point at the bathroom door. “Come with me? I need to freshen up and retouch my makeup”. Eddie follows you, with his hand on the small of your back.

When you lean over the mirror to reapply your mascara, he covers his face with his hands.

“What?”, you ask, frowning. “This is what I’ve to do every day”.

“Nope, you’re making me hard again”, Eddie groans, “You’re shoving your cute ass in my face and you’re almost bent against the counter”.

You chuckle and turn around. “What if you told me all about this fantasy you have and we recreated it later, when we come home?”

Eddie’s gaze softens, “You want me to spend the night with you?”

“Duh”, you raise your eyebrows, “The night, the following day, the following night and so on. You said you were going to marry me, Munson!”. Eddie laughs and gets up to wrap his arms around your almost naked body. “My girl, my beautiful girl”, he whispers while swaying you. You close your eyes and inhale his scent: some cologne, weed and cigarettes. “My handsome boy”, you reply, lifting your face to kiss him slowly.

“Wear the red dress”, Eddie tells you suddenly, interrupting the kiss nodding his head. “You look way hotter in red”.

----

When you arrive to Gareth’s party, you find him sitting on the front porch with a beer in his hands. He gets up immediately as he notices Eddie’s van approaching.

You get out of the van and wave your hand at him.

“Hi dude”, you greet him with a big smile on your face. Gareth comes closer to you and ruffles your hair, before holding you in a hug. Hugging Gareth always reminds you of childhood and all the afternoons spent playing together. “Hi dude, how come you’re here with Eddie?”, he asks, with a questioning look.

“Guess what”, you tell him, nudging at him with your shoulder. Eddie shows up at your side with your cupcakes in one hand and, with the other, he tries to break your hug with a fake angry gaze. “Gareth, please keep your hands to yourself, it’s my girl the one you’re hugging”.

You chuckle and Gareth smiles widely at you, “First time in 19 years that you actually listen to my advice, I’m so proud of you, you stubborn brat”. His hand moves to your hair and ruffles it, the action makes you sigh loudly. “Oh, you’re really keeping track of that? What a loser”, you reply, smacking his arm lightly.

“Enough, children, enough”, Eddie’s voice interrupts your little quarrel.

Gareth lets go of you, but you lean over to place a friendly kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, dude, for introducing me to Eds”. Eddie nods, “Yeah, thanks Gareth, I mean it”.

The three of you walk inside his house and then go down the stairs to his basement.

---

Eddie’s hands never leave your waist, your shoulders, your hands throughout the night. He’s rolling a joint for all of you older kids and, even now, his entire body is pressed against yours.

“You know I’m not fleeing, right, sweetie?”, you ask Eddie, with a frown. “I know sweetie, but I want to remind everyone here that you’re taken”, he replies, shrugging a bit.

“No need to since you basically marked up her whole neck”, adds Gareth, mimicking a gag.

“Dramatic”, you comment, winking at your friend, between Eddie’s laughter. “There you go, that’s a fat one”, Eddie lights up the joint and pats your jaw. “Open up, you’re starting this”

You take a few puffs, exhaling the smoke directly in Eddie’s face, who closes his eyes with a smirk on his lips. “This is good weed”, you exclaim, enthusiastically, handing over the joint to Gareth.

After some other puffs, you feel the high starting to expand in your mind and body, your pupils are getting redder. In your hazy mind, the only thing that you can focus on clearly is Eddie. He’s wrapped his arms over your torso, his chin is resting on your head. You steal the can of beer he’s holding in his right hand, making him shrug. “Stealing is a crime, you know that?”

You roll your eyes, “I didn’t steal, sir, I thought you’d be sharing this”. Being called sir sends a shiver down Eddie’s spine.

His mouth moves to your ear, “Call me sir again”, he whispers. You nod, turning your body around in his arms, then cupping his cheeks to bring his face to your level.

“Sir”, you mewl, “Did that turn you on?”, you ask with a knowing look.

“Duh”, Eddie replies, his gaze scanning your cleavage.

His strong arms lift you up from the chair you’ve been sitting on, placing your body on one of his legs. You intertwine your legs around his and immediately feel Eddie’s hands on your hips, pushing your core down to his jeans. He wraps his signature leather jacket around your waist and legs.

“No one is looking, babe”, he coos in your ear, “Just grope my leg very slow, I want to feel how wet you still are for me”. You have a hard time swallowing, but then you start to grind your hips on Eddie’s thigh in round motions, moving slowly not to draw anyone’s attention.

When you feel a wet patch starting to form on your underwear, you turn your head around to nod in Eddie’s direction. His hand moves under the jacket, meeting your panties. You sigh louder than you thought, but his lips silence you immediately. One of Eddie’s fingers is pressed against your folds, while Ed is humming happily.

“I want you to bend over the seats in my van and fuck you hard”, Eddie whispers, his gaze already filled with lust. You nod, “I want to suck your dick before that”, you whisper back directly in his ear. Then, your lips move lower, nipping at his earlobe.

“We… we have to go”, you announce loudly to the others, shoving Eddie’s arms off of your body to quickly get up. Eddie gulps at your sudden reaction, but slowly a grin shows on his face, knowing damn well where this is leading.

“Okay?”, Gareth replies, opening his arms. Then, he looks at both yours and Eddie’s expressions, grunting and bending over to smack your wrist. “You two are fucking gross and I’ll haunt you for the rest of your lives if you do it in my house”.

You scoff, “Gareth, seriously? Do you think this is the first time?”. Your question leaves a very angry, open-mouthed Gareth, ready to insult you for decades, but also a very chuckling Eddie, who’s pressing his hard dick on the curve of your ass.

“She’s not wrong”, Eddie adds, making Gareth cover his face with his hands, “But we’re going to my van, please nobody open the doors, mkay?”

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[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

ao3

C H A P T E R T W O: R E D

You watch Levi walk through the door with Erwin following closely behind. Erwin immediately spots you and mouths 'sorry' before holding up his phone to signal that he's going to text you. 

Levi doesn't make eye contact with you but he knows you're there. He walks up to the bar and orders two whiskey drinks for himself and Erwin. 

You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, assuming it's a message from Erwin.

Erwin: He insisted on coming here. I didn't want him to come alone and do something stupid.

You: Did Hange tell him I would be here?

Erwin: Not sure. He might've heard her talking to you though. She's awfully load.

You: Of course. 

"Hange, I'm gonna need you to start being more self aware." You sigh. Hange tilts her head to the side and looks at you before following your eyes and turning around to see Levi. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I didn't think I was talking that loud!" 

"It's okay. We're bound to run into each other at some point or another." You take a sip of your drink, letting the liquid slide down your throat. "I need another." 

"It's on me." Hange stands up and orders another round at the bar. She stands next to Levi as she waits for the drinks, pushing on his shoulder. He's wearing a grey henley with black jeans and black boots. You can't hear what's being said, but you see Levi's eyes dart away from Hange's. 

"Here you go!!" Hange danced as she brought the drinks back. "Man, your ex is a dick." She sipped her beer. 

"You're telling me. Cheers to me for not being with him anymore!" You clink your glasses, receiving a glare from Levi. 

His slate colored eyes finally met yours. One of his eyebrows were raised as he sipped his drink, holding your gaze. You can't help but stare into his eyes - the eyes you woke up to most mornings, the ones that observed you so closely that he knew exactly what to do to make you go crazy. 

You chug your 4th drink, wiping some excess liquid off your lips. Your head feels like it's spinning, which means it's time to stop drinking because it'll only get worse from here. 

Erwin comes over and says hi verbally, giving you a hug. "I'm sorry about this again. He's been in such a mood today." 

Your eyes fall to Levi again, this time he's already staring at you. Your heart feels like it's skipping several beats as he gets up from the barstool, seemingly coming your way.

"Levi, go away." Hange waves her hand. "You want to cause more damage? She's having fun."

"She's drunk." Levi said flatly, examining your face. "You see her cheeks? They're a shade before red. She needs to go home."

"You have no authority over her anymore, Levi." Hange's tone turned serious. "She's not yours." 

Levi didn't respond. He kept his eyes on you as you looked back and forth between him, Hange, and Erwin.

"I'm fine." You finally speak, sipping on the water Hange brought for you. "I'm gonna uber home once Hange and I are done." 

"No, I'm gonna drive you home." Levi pulled a chair to your table. 

"I'd rather walk home." You turn your head away from him. "I'll call a ride." 

"From who? What's his name?"

"Why do you assume it's a man? I was talking about calling Mikasa. I'll take any other Ackerman to drive me home other than you." 

Erwin could not help but laugh when you said that. He patted Levi on the back, shaking his head. "Levi what am I gonna do with you." He says between laughs. 

"The only Ackerman that will be driving you home is me." Levi ignores Erwin. "I'll make sure no one else can pick you up." 

"You're insane." You finally look at him, which was a mistake. Your heart almost melts at the sight. "Fine. If it'll make you shut up, you can drive me home."

Levi is content with that answer. He starts a conversation about something else for a bit, occasionally watching you. Soon Erwin pays the tab because he feels so bad about Levi.

"Next time I'll text you for drinks." Hange hugs you. "Small fry, please get her home safe. I don't want to hear anything crazy tomorrow."

"I'm always safe. Thanks for your concern, four eyes." Levi holds his hand out for you to take to get up from your seat.

"Absolutely not." You slap his hand away. "This is a ride. Because I'm drunk and can barely see my phone screen." You stand up slowly. "Just take me to your car." 

Levi walks in front of you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. You refused to take a step until he gets in the drivers seat.

"Come on, stop being stubborn." Levi rolls his eyes.

"Sit in your seat then I'll sit in mine."

"Even when you're obliterated you're hard headed." Levi went to his side and got into the drivers seat. You climb into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt and closing your eyes. Your apartment isn't too far from the bar, so this won't be too torturous - being in a car with Levi. 

You turn your gaze to him and watch him drive. He has one hand on the steering wheel, the other one tapping his leg almost nervously. His face looks stone cold. 

"Thanks." You open your door and get out of he car. "I'll have Hange bring me to my car tomorrow."

"I'm helping you inside." Levi turns the ignition off and  stands next to you outside. 

"I don't need anything from you. Especially your help." You fish through your purse for your keys. You can barely tell which is which but you will. 

"I need to make sure you don't die in there. I don't want you to choke on your own vomit." 

"That was one time." You rolled your eyes, walking with Levi to your front door. 

He uses his key to unlock your door before sliding it back in his pocket. 

"I'm gonna need that back." You look at him before walking in.

Levi doesn't answer, he just walks into your home. He grabs a bottled water from the fridge and some medicine from the cabinet. "Go change."

You don't have the energy to say anything back. You go in your room and put on one of your favorite baggy tshirts that covers your ass, so you don't need to put pants on. You pull your hair into a messy bun and you pad to the living room and grab the water from him. 

"I'm good now. You can leave." 

"I'm staying and taking you to your car tomorrow."

"Levi, can you please leave me alone?" You throw your head back. "I've thought about you every fucking second of this last month. I don't need to see you in my house." 

Levi sighs and sits on the couch. "I'll leave once you fall asleep." He looks down, interlacing his fingers together.

"Levi." You sigh. You watch as he looks up at you, his eyes look... sad. Unfortunately for you, you possess empathy. "Fine." You turn around and walk into your room and take a sip of the water. Once you get in bed, the room feels like it's spinning and you close your eyes to stabilize yourself. Then, you doze off.

You feel a warm hand on your cheek but you refused to act like your felt it. A thumb moved across your cheek to your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear. Then the hand was gone and you heard your bedroom door close, and then your front door. 

- 

When you wake up, it's noon. Good thing you're off today. 

Your head is pounding but not as bad as it could be. You take a sip of the water thats on your nightstand and stretch your upper body. 

After you brush your teeth and hair, you make your way to your kitchen to make a quick lunch. You see a cup of iced coffee and a bagel on your counter along with a note. 

Your favorite hangover meal.

Levi

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[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Wednesday Fandom. We’ve reached THE episode. Sorry little later than usual. Life didn't understand I had a review to do ha I remember not knowing what this ep would quite be. When it was done I had to pick my jaw off the floor. I was in utter shock and felt like a fever dream I was watching. Like did that really just happen? Was that real life? It’s was so exciting to have the payoff.

Even if it felt like it wasn’t real LOL Did my damn best to get everything in. I feel like I’ve become really good at this gif puzzle but eps like this really pushes me to the limit ha. God bless the gif website I found or I would be screwed haha Let’s get this started :)

5x08 The Collar

Aaron wants to shadow Angela and Harper today. He is looking into being a detective someday. So Grey re-assigns him to them and Lucy to Tim. Telling her she’s back on gopher duty. They could not be MORE suspicious or obvious if they tried my god. You know Grey knows his question about riding together is making them more uncomfortable. It's hilarious really. Trying to get them to out themselves. Instead they’re just little awko tacos staring at each other bumbling around.

He knows they’re lying with their 'No's' But he also doesn’t care. LOL They’re riding together whether they like it or not. It's amazing with their lives on the line with UC their ability to lie is amazing. Flawless really. Having to deal with their still weirdness and not show it? Abysmal. Such bad liars in this scene holy hell. The amount of awkward in this 30 seconds floors me.

From the minute Grey suggests they ride together they’re awkward dorks. Ones who don’t know complete sentences or words. This scene says so much with saying so little at the same time . There’s a reason they’ve stayed away from each other. This moment right here. They’re so very aware if they are back in a shop together everything they’ve been avoiding will come rushing back. Such a strong start to the ep for them though. Enjoyed their discomfort so much ha

We start out with them in the shop being awkward af. I loved the shots in this one and their opening one is great. With the cams coming to life and their day starting. Lucy of course is the first the break the silence. Asking him how single life is? He tells her really nice. How he didn’t have to deal with anyone complaining about him watching football all day.

Lucy giving him crap of course about never leaving the house. Things maybe weird between them but their comfortable banter hasn’t suffered. They fall right back into it with this scene. That married energy they have coming right back into play here. Gah they just balance each other out so well it’s insane. Haven’t had a couple this in-sync since Caskett on Castle.

I love him being a hermit though. He earned it after Ashley. He did whatever she damn well pleased for months. You stay home and watch your football babe. You earned it after that disaster of a relationship. Tim does defend himself a little saying he took Kojo out LOL I consider that going out too when I’m needing a hermit day. I'm with you on this Tim.

I love the affectionate way Lucy says he’s hopeless. That’s the beautiful thing about Lucy for Tim. Yeah she gives him crap but she fully loves that man for who he is. She would spend a day being a hermit with him just because it made him happy. D just wrote an amazing fic on that concept actually. (You should read it so so good) Lucy loving and accepting him for who he is and not condemning him for it. Yeah she’s teasing him for being ‘hopeless’ when really she is so fond of who he is as a person. Loves that man inside and out. You can see the adoration on her face when she delivers that line.

Just love the idea of them having lazy Sundays together now. Lucy indulging his hermit ways when he needs it. No doubt Tim indulges when she wants to be out. Because their partnership is a balanced one. Gah I love them. Chris FaceTimes her and Tim looks over and makes a face LOL god damn I love this man. Chris asks her if she’s busy? She says no…but seems not at ease with this phone call. Lucy asks where he is? He tells her an open house…They could not be more opposites in this moment. They spoke earlier about moving in and Chris jumped the gun to houses. Sprinting toward a future she doesn't want.

Lucy wasn't even on board for moving in...She is looking so very panicked. He’s going on about how it needs work but is 3 bedrooms. Tim’s interest now has been piqued and it’s stressing Lucy out for a couple reasons. She is no where near ready for this step and he’s gunning to a house. Second Tim can overhear this adding another level of stress. She doesn’t want Tim to think they are there. Because well they aren’t….Lucy cuts the phone call off abruptly. Asks if they can talk later? Chris being the clueless oaf he is doesn’t pick up on her stress at all. He says 'love you' and she says nothing in reply just ends the damn call LOL

Tim asks if they’re moving together? Lucy looks even more distressed after the phone call. Her body language screaming she’s being dragged into this situation. Kicking and screaming really. Lucy tells him no…Tim follows up with ‘He seems to think you are…’ Lucy is having a panic attack right now when he says that. The way she puts her hand on her chest. Trying to relieve the building pressure of this whole thing. Now there’s a girl ready to move in with her BF…. She seems so rattled the entire conversation with Tim.

Lucy continues on that he kind of sprang it on her this morning. He can read her discomfort like a book. So he continues his line of questioning. Which is unreal because you know the shop is a personal life free zone right Timothy? The fact that he’s the one pursuing this conversation. Being the one to ask the questions. My god how far we’ve come it’s crazy. He can tell how unsettled she is. The way he’s analyzing her and looking at her tells him everything he needs to know.

Yet he asks her ‘You guys are happy right?’ Lucy does a very unenthusiastic ‘Yeah we’re happy…’ Tim presses on like a devils advocate that is making her panic worse. Saying if that's true this is 'The next obvious steps for them then.' Lucy continuing her fake streak saying they’re “super happy.” Ok love sure you are…As she says this she is rubbing the crap out of her tattoo. Just being a lying liar who lies right now. They get a call before the convo continues on.

Everyone gets involved in a stop Nolan and Celina have. She has a bomb collar around her neck and she becomes the focal point for everything. The tension and writing leading up to them getting her to that parking lot in immense. Even though I've seen this episode many many times that portion always gets me. It’s so sad how afraid she is and her re-evaluating her life cause of it. How empty it feels now.

Pam and John talking was heartbreaking. How all she wanted was for her mom to know she loved her ugh. Sadly she ends up dying and that’s where this scene begins for them. I truly think this SL was a motivator for Tim. One of the reasons for where we head in this one. Because it’s so easy to get bogged down with life. To fall into the going through the motions. To have regrets with having a comfort zone. Tim taking a shot based off that.

Lucy expressing how she is feeling. It was upsetting to watch as a viewer. I can’t imagine being there watching that unfold. Tim being her sounding board. Knowing how upset she is right now. Giving her feedback on what he thought was the killers motive. Talking this out because he know it'll ease her mind. Then stupid Chris calls. Blind as a bat couldn’t read Lucy if his life depended on it.

He’s not calling to see if she’s ok or how she’s doing. No he’s calling about a f*cking house. She could not be more distraught right now. What does this tool bag do? Bring up listings. I love how Tim’s eyes pan over to her. Checking in on her emotional state. Seeing she is so distraught. It’s very obvious she is upset and this is the last thing she wants to be talking about. This moment is opening her eyes to who Chris is as a person. She isn’t liking what she sees.

Her ‘wow’ sounds like she is trying to stop herself from going off on him. So ignorant and oblivious to her and what she needs right now. Lucy already wasn’t on board with this which he didn’t see. Now she’s rattled from their current case and this mofo is sending her house stuff. Lucy can’t even process this right now. Tim being her absolute hero and hearing her silent screaming bails her out. “Yelling” at her to get off the phone. Hate his line ‘He’s in a mood.’

No you’re a clueless insensitive idiot. Who he is currently saving her from. He presses about that damn listing one more time before she hangs up. Haven’t wanted to sucker punch him this badly since 4x17. Lucy can finally breathe when they hang up. She looks to her rock and says ‘Thanks.’ A very loaded and grateful one. Tim giving her the sweetest look. Fierce protector reporting for duty. Putting her first in this moment and saving her from that convo going further.

I LOVE how Tim is constantly watching and checking in on her in this episode. He handles this whole thing so well. He’s not a dick telling her to dump Chris. He’s so so god damn attuned to her emotionally. It shows so very much in this episode. Lucy loves to talk things out and yet she keeps avoiding it in this episode. Avoiding truly getting to the root of why she’s feeling the way she is.

Which is fascinating considering that’s her jam. Analyzing and breaking something down. Digging deep to see why something is the way it is. Yet on this one she is avoiding it and Tim gets her to face it. He even gives her an out if she needs it. Telling her if she doesn’t want to move in with Chris she doesn’t have to. Tim just got out of a ‘moving through the motions.’ relationship. His POV on this is excellent.

He doesn’t want to see her settle or be forced into anything she doesn’t want. Just because Chris is ready and wants it. Lucy finally starts to talk about it. Saying why doesn’t she want to move in with him? Telling Tim they never fight. Thats a huge red flag if you ask me Lucy. That’s not healthy at all. Tim telling her maybe that’s the problem here….

It’s this next line above that really gets Lucy’s thoughts in motion. Tim just did a mind f*ck when he asked her this. You can see the realization washing over her in that second gif. Because he’s not wrong. You fight because it is worth fighting for. Chris has always been this blah middle of the road nothing for her. Was a BF? Yes. Was he decent? That’s debatable…

Chris was just there as a safety net for loneliness. Now that he’s becoming more than that it’s becoming a serious issue. One she can't ignore anymore. All their glaring problems coming to light in this moment in her mind. Tim is talking her through this (which I can't get over.) With the most perfect mixture of empathy and logic. She’s slowly realizing he is NOT worth the bother.

Tim is not only pointing this out but with massive heart eyes. Telling her she deserves someone who’s worth the effort. Pre-laying all his cards on the table in this moment. She can’t break the eye contact with him after he says this. Knowing what he means by this statement. This entire episode is him being Tim ‘I’m worth the effort’ Bradford for her. The more she looks at Chris the less she likes it.

The more she looks at Tim the more she knows he’s the one. And that scares her to death. God I love him stepping up and guiding her like this. Not only that but talking her though this whole thing. Something that he avoided like the plague in 3x09. Shaking closure and talking off and saying it was useless. Here he is talking her through this crisis she is having. He’s crushing it too btw. Such an iconic line for them for so many reasons. This makes me squee still rewatching it.

Before their convo goes any further they spot a second person with a collar. This guy is way more aggressive about saving his life. Pulls off and finds some sheers. Saying he’s not waiting around to die. Tim immediately grabs Lucy and heads for cover. It’s the way he holds her and shields her at the same time.

That’s his whole world right there. He would take the heat of a thousand bombs to protect her. Tim has a one track mind in this moment. He’s not thinking Lucy can handle herself. Or she is capable of getting to cover on her own. No he’s thinking that’s the woman he loves in front of a bomb.

It changes his entire perspective. So he full on grabs her and places his body between her and the bomb. Thats his first instinct to throw himself between her and harm. Gah it’s so good and just feels like more in this ep. Proving to Lucy over and over in this one she is worth the effort to him. Fierce protector front and center.

We catch them back in the shop trying to figure out next moves about this next bomb. Chris texts her another listing... In an area she CLEARLY doesn’t want to live in. Tim can’t stand to watch her suffer any longer. He is as straight forward with her in this moment as I’ve ever seen him. He knows she has been on edge all day. From the case alone.

Now she has Chris making matters worse with each interaction. She looks so upset when Tim asks her if she loves him? Noting that 'He clearly loves her.' His growth I talk about a lot and it’s episodes like this that truly show it. Look at this man pressing her to talk about this. He knows she’s in her head and talking it out always makes it better. Tim knows this about her and is pursuing it for that reason.

Lucy has been running from her feelings for Tim for quite some time. She low key knew about them in s4. Then 4x21 happened and they imploded on her. Hitting her like ton of bricks. This moment is her ‘Come to Jesus’ moment about Chris. Also about her feelings for Tim. Saying out loud she SHOULD love him. That he’s great in so many different ways and yet…

It’s hitting her in this very moment she can’t love Chris because she loves Tim. Because that man is and NEVER will be Tim Bradford. He will forever pale in comparison to the man sitting to her left. Tim is the most important person in her life. It’s just hitting her like a freight train what’s happening. I love how she trails off as she comes to this conclusion. The way she looks at him when she comes to this realization.

Doesn't take much for Tim to see what she almost said to him. Lucy says enough that Tim knows what she is saying in this moment. The way he looks at her after her almost confession. my heart. I think this scene is another catalyst to their ending scene. I remember watching this scene and saying ‘You’ for her and squeeing my head off. Because she just basically admitted to not only herself but to Tim. That Chris is not Tim. He never will be…They both know it at this point. He is not 'You' is where she was headed and they both are aware of this.

We’ve reached THE scene. The scene that changed all of our shipper lives. heh Lucy coming up saying she needs to talk to him. Her rubbing that tattoo of hers before she sits down. Tim making a crack about Chris wanting to live in some remote place. I don’t know anything about CA but I imagine that city he listed isn’t great ha

Lucy says ‘No…’ Tim goes right at it telling she just doesn’t want to admit it’s not working. He asks her why she is doing this? When she is clearly so VERY unhappy about this development. This entire episode she spent stressed and on edge about Chris. Asking her if it's the guilt about Rosalind?

Lucy tries to pull a Tim and deflect. Bringing up Ashley and staying in a relationship too long. Tim does not let that fly for one damn second. Continues his assertive comments with her. He gets so worked up when he cuts her off about it above. That this isn't about him. Telling her she’s just hiding in this relationship because she’s scared.

It’s here Lucy blows his damn mind with her reply. Airing her fears of losing the the most important person in her life. Now I think Tim knew there was an attraction on Lucy’s end no doubt. She invited him in for gods sake in 5x01. He knew there was an attraction. What he didn’t know was the level of importance he held her life. It’s written all over his face. He is shocked legit shocked she feels this way about him. Now anyone with eyes could see Tim is exactly what she said. The most important relationship in her life.

The thing is Tim is so very damaged in that way. I get that so very much. Where you don’t expect those around you to love or care as much as you love and care for them. The sucky life of an insanely loyal person who has been burned which I can relate to. My friend just other day told me how much he missed me while I was away in TN visiting my sister. Him and my other friend missed me. I made a joke like oh did you not think I would come back?

Would you miss me or something? He looked at me and was like yes. We love you don’t you know that? I would be devastated if you didn’t come back. We’ve been friends for almost 5 years. It still shocks me I have people who love me and would miss me. So I can deeply relate to Tim being shocked he holds that place of importance in Lucy’s life. He’s NEVER been put first. Not till Lucy Chen entered his orbit.

She panics when she sees his reaction not reading him like she usually does. Thinking she’s overshared. When really Tim is just smitten af with her reply. He is beside himself with shock that he is HER #1 person. He doesn’t feel worthy. Thats not what Lucy reads at first when she sees his reaction. She thinks she’s over shared or over stepped in some way. Tim stops that train of thought right away. Telling her 'No she’s right.' Lucy once again misreads him and thinks they should just back off this then. Better to keep them as is. ‘It’s not worth the risk...’

Then we see our boy do the biggest leap of faith I’m sure he’s ever done and combat her reply with our next iconic OTP line. ‘Unless it is.’ Looks how cute he is when he says this. His precious upside down smirk. Reminds me of his cute smirk from 4x22 after their peck. He looks so excited about this idea. Just look at this puppy of a man. Going for it and telling her I think we are worth this. Wanting to give them a shot. Basically saying we are worth risking what we currently have for what could be.

This next part is where his courage really shines through. I love how he takes this deep shaky breath in the first gif. So nervous to ask her this question. Tim Bradford is NERVOUS everyone. So nervous to ask the woman he loves to take a chance on him. To go out to dinner and give this a shot. He finally finds the courage to ask her. Lucy’s answer is immediate and adorable.

If she could go to dinner right then and there she would. Jumping out of her skin with excitement at his proposal of going out. Tim is so elated and his smile so damn wide when he says ‘Yeah?’ He can’t believe his luck. Looks like the smile of a man who just got everything he's ever wanted. Months of longing over in this moment of courage. He’s so happy she’s said yes. The man is beaming proudly displaying that Lucy smile he reserves for her and ONLY her. Lucy mirrors his elation with her 'Yeah' *heart clutch*

Lucy then back tracks and we watch our boy deflate instantly. He looks so very upset when she takes it back. Her excitement got the better of her and she retracts. I saw a hilariously accurate depiction of Tim in this scene. Said he had golden retriever energy in this moment. All excited and giddy for getting what he wants. Body wiggling with absolute joy. Then is told no and is all sad and deflated. Then he doesn’t perk back up until she says she needs to end things with Chris first.

The analogy cracked me up because it was accurate. He looks so very gutted when she says no after. Has that 'This was too good to be true I guess.' energy coming off him in waves. Lucy tries to rectify the situation with her reason why. Doesn't want to see that sad look on his face. The man looks devastated. He just went from an absolute high only to come crashing down seconds later. The way he nods like he understands but is really hurt about it. My poor puppy of a man.

I love how he lights backs up when she tells him to ask her again. Later. After she’s rid herself of the dead weight that is Chris. Making sure Tim knows she wants this just as much as he does. She just needs to end things first. Make it right. No one gets doing things honorably more than Tim Bradford. His cute smile after he tells Lucy 'Deal.' His hope returning. Their body language above in the last gif is everything. Their bodies are pointed towards each other. They couldn’t be happier right now. Leaning in toward one another finally giving into that magnetic pull of their's. Both grinning like idiots in love. Gah I can not. I am a puddle. I remember rewinding that scene to make sure I saw and heard everything correctly.

I was expecting their pining era to last longer tbh. I was delightfully surprised when Tim of all people took the leap. Helped Lucy take it with him. For him to be the one without doubts and to go for it was so important. Lucy for the most part has been the catalyst in their relationship. Tim has has his moments. More so in the last season or so. But Lucy has mainly been in the drivers seat. To watch this man overcome his fear of rejection and go for it with her. my damn heart. This man isn’t scared to ruin what they have because he KNOWS. This is it for him. She is it. I can’t get over how much he’s grown to get to this place.

To be the one to say hey we’re worth the risk. Would you like to go out with me? Showing her she’s worth the effort of leaving his comfort zone. This moment right here is why I’m so glad they did the slow burn. Why I was ultimately happy they didn’t hook up in 5x01. This was the right way to do it. I wouldn’t trade a moment of their journey to get to this point. Not one and that’s is a rarity I’ve only had with one other ship. Castle and Beckett and that is a high honor if you know that ship. This was another daunting one to tackle but so fun to write about. I was buzzing for days after this episode. Mostly just happy this is where our slow burn ended up. Wouldn’t change a damn thing.

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Side notes-non Chenford

The whole bomb SL with Pam makes me cry every time. It’s so tragic. Will say John was great with her rarely give him props but he does so good with her. Celina having to do the death notice kills me this ep is very emotional.

Bailey messing with John with the clowns is pretty funny LOL but idk how Bailey could think a coyote was a dog lmao ‘how did you get him In the crate?’ 😂

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #waiting on S6 #winter rewatch #S5 #5x08 The Collar #the rookie 5x08 #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #otp: some things matter more #otp: you did good #otp: you're nothing like him #otp: just doesn't feel like pretend #otp: unless it is #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o' neil #tim bradford x lucy chen

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Little One - Story AU! | Chapter 8

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Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You are the only daughter of Jacaerys Velaryon, future lord of the tides. After the victory of Aegon and his side in the war, your family suffers the rejection in Driftmark. There you must always give an account to the king's new hand, Aemond Targaryen. However, when the time comes, Aegon and his court claim you as Queen Helaena's lady-in-waiting. As a new piece of the Greens' strategy to coerce your father, you are taken to King's Landing to begin your life in high society. Aemond will be, much to his pleasure, in charge of guiding you in this new stage.

Tags: Alternate Universe/ Enemies to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/Comfort Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st, at some points.

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Author´s note:  Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Acknowledgment: To @ammo23 for the brilliant corrections and the wonderull work as beta reader, for all the patience and the love that always shows for my writing and for all the time that dedicates to this series. Thank you so much :D

Word Count: 3.5K

"You can choose any of the two sets. Think carefully about which one you're going to wear today." Corlys smiled at you as he returned his attention to his breakfast. You were hesitantly admiring the two sets of jewels that Mistra had opened before you. An austere and discreet set in grey quartz, earrings and necklace. Another showy and exuberant amber: a necklace with a huge medallion, long and ethereal earrings, a ring and even a bracelet. Lord Gargalen must have pawned half of his little fief to buy such jewellery. He must have wanted with all his might that you would choose his son. Rickon Stark had handwritten a note to accompany his jewellery, saying that you didn't need much more to show off your beauty. Both were the current candidates for your hand, and that was just the beginning of a war of entertainment that both young men intended to maintain without rest until you made up your mind.

"Can I choose it after I have breakfast?" you asked without much force. Actually, you were tired. You had spent well into the morning reading that old book to Aemond. He had remained silent, admiring and contemplating you while occasionally raising his glass of wine to his lips. Finally, he had accompanied you to your chambers late at night and as you both were wrapped in the cloaks that he always used to leave the palace. He had made it through the passages of the Red Keep and had shown you the shortest way to his rooms through them.

He had told you that you had a very beautiful diction and had raised his hand to your face as he opened the secret door behind one of the looms in your room,the one that had been painted of a tired old dragon resting on a placid hill. Your skin crawled as you remembered how Aemond had waited patiently for you to close it. And, although you did not know it, the alcohol had managed to make him believe that you would let him enter your rooms that very night. He had come the same way back with a terrible erection that had used to come in between his sister's legs. At least that heat would serve to try to make a new heir.

"Of course, choose after breakfast," your grandfather ordered Mistra to leave with a quick movement of his hand, and the old maid obeyed, closing both cases and leaving the room. Corlys knew she would go straight to inform Aemond.

Both suitors began to play hard, and that was exactly the information that the sea serpent wanted to get to the hand of the king. Without Mistra in the room, your grandfather took out a small bottle that he placed in front of you on the table. You looked at it without really knowing what you had before you. You looked at him again, confused, and the old sailor sighed.

"It's moon tea. I wouldn't want him to get you pregnant," he commented as he began to eat in silence, and you blushed and looked elsewhere. Your grandfather knew. You knew where you had been the night before, but you had imagined too much. Corlys knew where you'd been. That white cloak who had accompanied you, still loyal to the blacks, had informed him as he had left you in Aemond's chambers. It had been a brazen move on the one-eyed man's part, but Corlys wasn't going to reveal his cards so quickly. For that very reason, he had made Mistra retire with new information that would arrive calculated at the king's hand. He knew that Aemond would be dying of jealousy when he found out about the jewelry that both suitors had given you.

"We didn't make love," you whispered, embarrassed, holding the skirt of your dress tightly, and Corlys was surprised by the words you had used to refer to such an act with that monster. Did Aemond know what love was? No, definitely not. Corlys was sure that the prince was not capable of making love to anyone because he was not capable of loving anyone else. "We only read together until late," you replied, not daring to look at your grandfather. You remembered how Aemond had read the High Valyrian parts of the book. You had watched him with fascination while he gloated at seeing how your eyes contemplated him in silence. Brilliant and precious.

"I find it hard to believe you only read," Corlys replied. He didn't doubt you. He doubted Aemond. Taking such a young girl to his chambers just to… read? That had no place in your grandfather's mind. At the end of the day, you were still enemies. "If he did something to you, you can tell me. I'm not going to judge you," he said, trying to reassure you. He knew what one could think of a raped woman, but you only answered incredulously at his words.

"We only read. I swear," you reiterated. It had been a reality check. Anyone who knew that you had visited so late would think the same thing as your grandfather: you had slept together. You felt ashamed. At the end of the day, you knew the weight of the judgment that was on women who slept with a man outside of marriage. "He didn't touch me." you whispered. And a quick thought crossed your mind; You wouldn't have minded if he touched you. You punished yourself again for such a thought. "He asked me to go and read to him every night, that I would assist him like this," you confessed to your grandfather.

"He's a strange man, even when he was young," your grandfather commented as he leaned back in his chair and looked out at the sea. This new turn benefited him in part for his plans. Aemond brought you closer to him without knowing that Corlys was planning to make you one of his main pieces on that board that he had also started playing on. As if it were chess, you were one more pawn for your grandfather. To Aemond, you were the queen, even if he refused to see it.

"Don't wear either of the two pieces of jewellery. I want him to think that you cared about your meeting with him," he ordered as he stood up with difficulty. "It's a pity you don't have sapphire jewellery. If you had dressed with that today…" he mused aloud while you partly breathed in relief.

You didn't want to wear Rickon's outfit any more than you wanted to wear Trystane Gargalen's. The first one, you had not even noticed his presence, while the second one always strutted around like a peacock in your presence. You believed the words Aemond had spoken to you the night before. None of them were worthy of you. It would never be. You needed a different man.

"I could... wear the first dress that Aemond gave me, the green one he gave me in Driftmark," you offered your grandfather as a solution to what you didn't quite know what he was thinking. You looked at him with your eyes wide and awake, more than ever, while he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. You had called the king's hand by his name without further ado, without reference or any title. Your subconscious was betraying you, and the words you used were proof of it. That worried him, but the sea serpent wanted to believe that you would not forget your loyalty to your family. That was impossible.

"No. That would be too cheeky, and you would lose interest from both Stark and Gargalen," your grandfather answered, and you bit your inner cheek. You felt useless. Corlys' thought, you would always continue being something too innocent and without evil that would not serve todevise the strategies, only to be one more piece.

His final reward for you would be to marry either of those two boys. After all, they both seemed crazy about you. Any choice would be the right one, although your grandfather preferred the northerner. His influence would be greater if a war broke out and he married you. Gargalen thus became a simple puppet on which Aemond vented all his jealousy in the tournament. You would end up controlling the prince. The sea serpent was sure of it. You would control it and deliver the final blow. "Today is the final tournament. I want you to sit by his side again and laugh, say thank you, caress his hand, give him your best sidelong glance..." You blushed at your grandfather's audacity. "…but, be discreet."

"I don't know how to do those things," you whispered. You wanted to do each and every one of those things, but you knew it wasn't right. Aemond was the murderer of half your family, and you didn't understand why your grandfather asked you to do those things. It was something indecent, prohibited and dishonest.

"Of course, you know how to do them. You are already a woman." Corlys was relentless in his words and brought you back to a reality that your father had tried to hide from you out of fear; you were already a woman, and you could awaken both the good and the bad in any man.

"My ass is starting to hurt from sitting here," Aegon complained bitterly as he sat down to watch the last of the tournament days in his honour. Beside him, Helaena, holding Aemond's hand, stood beside him in worrying silence. With each passing day, the queen's weakness and self-absorption began to show more, and the king's hand was glad that this was the last day. He didn't think the queen could last another day like this without breaking.

"At least the views are beautiful," the king commented sarcastically as he looked straight ahead and watched you and, Jaehaera and Mariam leaning against the balustrade of the box and waiting for the tournament to begin. "You could bring her to my chambers tonight. As a reward for how well I've behaved these days," Aegon smiled macabrely just as Aemond passed by. The king watched in amusement as his brother tried to ignore him as he made his way to his seat below the king. He clenched his fist as his brother listened. Aegon would always know what key to play, even if Aemond considered himself such an extremely cold being.

You were still supported watching the participants of that day when you noticed Aemond's presence. You only told Jaehaera that you would watch the tournament from your seat that day and elegantly went to your place next to Aemond. That day your grandfather had sat a few seats away talking to the coin counselor, pretending he was interested in what he owed and trying to give you and Aemond more privacy.

You smiled at him with a slight nod and sat down next to him. You saw a small smile of triumph at the corner of the lip of the king's hand. You knew it was because you weren't wearing any of the jewellery they had sent you that morning, and the one-eyed man raised his glass to his lips before speaking to you. His only eye fixed on you while you sat by his side under the watchful eye of the princess. Jaehaera wasn't stupid, at least not as stupid as her uncle. He narrowed his eyes and sat back in his seat. He wanted to find out what you were talking about.

"You look very beautiful this morning, Lady Velaryon," Aemond fawned as you chuckled sweetly, looking straight ahead. A smile that could have been faked, as your grandfather thought it was from the side of his eye, but it wasn't. You liked that he had told you that "Iksā sīr gevie " he whispered to you in High Valyrian. He himself had seen how your eyes lit up when you heard him speak it the night before. You blushed without knowing what he had said.

"I envy you, my prince," you whispered back, and he leaned back so he could better hear your whispers. Seen from the outside, you almost looked like a couple in love,and you were surprised at the game that you had started almost unconsciously. You saw Aemond cross his legs and clear his throat. Little did you know of masculine nature, but Aemond had only crossed his legs to avoid showing something going on in his body every time you complimented him or just stared at him. "I wish I knew as much as you." You saw how the prince smiled, satisfied at such a compliment, and although you didn't see it, Jaehaera sighed and rolled her eyes. This was a very simple flirtation, but the princess did not think that either you or Aemond knew much about flirting.

"Today I have selected a legend from Ancient Valyria for our reading tonight," he whispered in your ear without giving any reaction, although he had spent a good part of his breakfast looking for that book that he remembered only having read once before. The night before, you had read about dragons. Tonight, he would indulge you, and you would read a love story.

Women liked those things, and after all, it was reading. That was what Aemond said to himself as he took the book that morning and left it in his chambers. You wouldn't sleep together that night, but you'd like that book. He was sure of it. Those days without your presence had helped him realize how much he wanted you. He wanted to treat you, at least for the moment, to show himself as the gentleman he had never been to any lady, although his mind repeated over and over again how ridiculous he looked. He was older than you, and he was playing distraction when it was more than obvious that he wanted much more than for you to just read to him at night. For now, he would settle for just that.

"I'm only counting the moments until tonight arrives," you told him sincerely, with shining eyes, as if that moment in which you were reading together was the only safe moment of the day where you didn't feel defenseless or insecure. Aemond liked what he had seen in your face, and he only looked ahead satisfied and proud, as if his grand strategy of having taken you for a simple night to read with him had worked. You looked ahead and, following your grandfather's orders, timidly brushed your hand with his as you placed them on your lap. You saw him smirk even more.

"Me too," he said again, pursing his lips, completely absorbed in the triumph that he himself was taking over you. At that moment, the last day of the tournament began, and the king, as always, wished the participants luck. Aemond tensed again when he heard his older brother's voice, and you looked at your grandfather again with a serious face. Corlys nodded in satisfaction and again saw Jaehaera watching you intently as you looked straight ahead.

The tournament began without any apparent surprise. Daeron won every joust he entered that day. He dedicated each victory to the princess, who accepted them with graceful and subtle nods. Trystane Gargalan had also managed to qualify for that last day, and you saw him always appear on his small and light steed, rearing up as he charged his opponents. He had also dedicated every victory of that day to you. Aemond had tensed each time you had risen to thank him, and if things could still get better for the prince, a young man in northern garb stood before you.

Hands in front of you and clasped together, Rickon Stark stood before you. At least you assumed it was him. You looked at your grandfather quickly, but the old man was now with who you assumed to be Cregan Stark. They both laughed, and you saw Aemond clench his jaw as the young northerner, always short on words, continued in front of you.

"My lady. I was wondering if I could sit next to you," You heard him say with his thick northern accent, and you saw how Aemond tensed even more. You swallowed hard. At one point, your mouth was dry, and you didn't know what to say to such an offer. You were just about to say something when your grandfather appeared on the scene.

"I hope the hand of the king will excuse the intrusion of such a young boy." Corlys laughed as Aemond ignored him, almost ignoring you again. He got up again and disappeared like the day your grandfather had praised young Gargalen at length. You only seemed disappointed to see how Aemond left, and the young Stark only noticed your disappointment and discomfort.

He, too, began to feel uncomfortable. Undoubtedly, he did not expect that reaction from the woman that his father himself had told him would be his wife. Cregan Stark introduced himself and his son, and you smiled warmly and politely. Your grandfather suggested that you be left alone, and Cregan Stark sat next to your grandfather and the councilors while Rickon took the place next to you, but not Aemond's place. The king's hand would have to return at some point, wouldn't it? You consoled yourself by telling yourself that he would show up. You realized at that moment that Rickon had bruised knuckles and a black eye. Little did you know of the confrontation he had had the night before, but Rickon Stark hoped to crush Trystane's hopes when he saw the two of you sitting next to each other. It wasn't just about you anymore; it was about how the southerner had nearly knocked him out in front of all his men the night before.

"You didn't like the jewelry?" he asked seriously, in a tone very similar to the one the princess always used. They were the boys who had seen the war. Rickon was very similar in age to Jaehaera and was not given to partying or having fun. His tone of voice was the sign of a maturity reached too soon. "I thought you would wear it today," he answered honestly. He had watched you every day of the tournament from a distance. He had seen you laugh with your friends. Deal with the queen and chat with your grandfather. He had been your fiancé from the day you were born until the victory of the greens, and he thought you knew of his existence, although nothing could be further from the truth. "It was a simple set, but…"

"It was very nice, thank you very much, my lord," you replied with a smile, and Rickon smiled back or at least with an attempt at being as cheerful as he could be.

"It is very strange that grey quartz crystallizes," he began by saying, explaining the process of those stones that he had selected for you. He was a nice, simple and humble man. It wasn't like Gargalen, but it wasn't like Aemond either. He was a boy raised harshly in the north, where he explained to you during the tournament that it wasn't that bad either. He told you about the many benefits of his home, and he assured you that you would feel more than comfortable. You kept watching the tournament between each of the things Rickon told you about Winterfell.

You continued to watch the tournament, and all you thought about was how much you missed Aemond. The young Gargalen appeared in one of the final matches. His smile faltered at that moment when he saw you next to Rickon. Hadn't he hit the northerner hard enough the night before to explain who you were from? The young southerner spurred his horse hard and determined that he would win this tournament. He would name you the queen of love and beauty. How could you not marry the man who gave you such a title? You weren't wearing his jelwellery, but you weren't wearing anything to indicate that you'd accepted Rickon's betrothal, either.

However, Trystane was young and perhaps too impulsive. He wanted to impress you. He was sure he had been doing it all morning, but at that moment, he wanted it even more. Forcing his horse to the limit, he charged at his opponent, exploding his wooden spear against that Tyrell's shield. You looked at him in amazement, annoying Rickon with your attitude, but it was just as always because of the technical display of that young boy. For a moment, you imagined that it was Aemond himself who was duelling to name you the beauty queen of that tournament. But all the fantasy disappeared when his opponent dismounted him. A huge roar was heard in that arena while the young man fell to the ground with all his weight. His armor creaked. And even you got up from your seat to see if he was okay. You heard the king's laughter right behind you. Even Rickon got up from his seat to see that the young southerner was okay.

Ser Gargalen, the young man who had dreamed of winning in your name, struggled to his feet, ashamed and dejected. The only thing that gave him hope was seeing your worried face as he left the lists helped by his squire. Seeing your face, he only thought of a plan for the two of you that night. He couldn't name you a beauty queen, but you would be one with his heart if everything went well. Trystane Gargalen was a fool who thought too much about fairy tales, just   another side of the same thing that Rickon Stark was, even if he boasted that he wasn't.

That night, you would find out why.

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Characters: Modern World AU Din Djarin, Age Regressor Reader

Pairing: Caregiver!Din Djarin x Regressor!Reader

Summary: A long day of work was the tipping point for your stress. Now, you're impure regressing.

Word Count: 764

Content Warnings: Impure regression, stress, physical touch (like hugs), mentions of going to work, work related stress, use of bubby/baba for Din, that's it :)

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Most days you can move past that gut wrenching feeling. It lingers in your abdomen, in a stand still, until it bulges out like a cruel, evil monster.

What comes of it is a crying, snotty mess. Makes you feel like the world is crumbling and that soon the universe would be devoured. But after a while... it can actually make you feel okay. Being little turns into a warm, tight hug, with heaps of security and safety.

You're so busy for so long that you hardly ever go into that headspace willingly anymore. Your subconscious decides when it's had enough at whatever point in time.

Today was one of those days and you think Din knew.

For one thing, you had him drive you to work that morning. The less obvious one may have been you biting your nails. Maybe your orderly squared breathing was noticed, too.

You were about to find out as you walked closer and closer to his parked grey pickup truck.

You reached for the car door and swung it open.

"Hey, bug-"

"SHHHH!" You panicked and looked around. No heads were turned or funny faces pulled. You were in the clear.

Din muttered a soft oh.

Belongings flew onto the floor of his truck, followed by you too but- Plop - into the passenger seat instead. The door slammed shut.

You sighed, covering your face with your hands.

"Can I-"

Screams were muffled, taking residency in your palms.

"Oh, baby." Din slowly reached his arm over to you, placing his hand on your back. You flinched, but didn't give any other sign of discomfort from it. He rubbed soft circles into you, and breathed a deep sigh.

It hurt so bad, so very bad, this pain in your chest, this ache in your heart, this hurt in your head. But you couldn't even cry. Nothing. Not even a tear. You were so numb to it all.

You threw your body into him, colliding with his side and wrapping your arms around him. "B-bubby." you quivered.

Din leaned into your embrace and kissed the top of your head. "It's alright. It's okay." He assured you. "Some days are not good days. I know the feeling. You're doing so good, and trying so hard. I'm so proud of you for that."

"Don't wanna- can't talk 'bout it anymore."

"We don't have to, little lovebug. I do have something that might cheer you up, though, but only if you're interested-"

You lifted your head and looked at him with wide curious eyes. Your bubby looked right back at you with the universe glowing in his. A grin finally grew upon your face as you moved to sit back in the passenger seat.

"Close your eyes."

You squeezed your eyes really, really tight. So tight, it was kinda uncomfortable but so incredibly worth it. For good measure, you also used your palms to hide your eyes.

"I'm gonna hand it to you, and you have to guess what it is, okay?"

You nodded swiftly.

"Here ya go." Din giggled, loving how happy he could make you.

You heard the crinkling of something but gasped as soon as you felt it. It was that all so familiar bag you've held countless times before. You kicked your legs and swung your body side to side, you were just so excited you couldn't contain it. "It's McDonald's!"

"That's right, my beautiful little one, it's good ol' Mickey D's." Both of you let out little giggles.

What's the best elixir for a bad, bad day? Bubby and your favorite food EVER!

You started to open the bag until Din stopped you.

"Wait, butterfly, hold on." You look at him. "I need you to eat it at home."

"Awww," you frowned. "But why?"

"Because," He thought for a moment. "Because, bubby likes to keep this big, old truck very, very clean... and being clean makes me very, very happy."

You looked at him for a second and eventually relinquished. "Okay. I love you, Bubby. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"I love you even more, honey bee." He kissed your head. Din got settled back in his seat and began to start up the car. "Seatbelts on?"

You exclaimed, "Oh, yeah! check!"

"Okay, we are off-"

"WAIT BABA YOUR SEATBELT!"

Din moved his foot. Luckily he hadn't actually started going yet. His brows wrinkled. "Huh?" He looked down and saw that he did, in fact, forget to put it on.

"Silly bubby, we have to be safe!" You quickly dragged his seat belt into the buckle and made sure he was very properly secured.

"Thank you so much, caterpillar. What would I do without you." He smiled. "Now, can I go?" He looked to you expectantly.

"Yes! vroom vroom!"

Giggles echoed off the car walls, your day was already getting better.

♡

#age regression #agere #sfw agere #din djarin #din djarin x reader #cg!din djarin #caregiver din djarin #din djarin agere #cg!din djarin x little!reader #little reader #reader agere #star wars #star wars agere #mandalorian #agere fanfic #mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #agere-fics

[pyramid-of-starrs]

My Kinda Different

Genres: Fluff, Smut (Poorly written)

Pairing: Jongho (Non-idol) X Alt Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut, lots of fluff, I subscribe to the Jongho bear agenda hardcore on this one, switch Jongho, bratty switch reader, reader curses a lot, chocking, ass slapping, squirting, unprotected sex (Use protection and get tested pls), reader calls Jongho “Cubby” derived from the word “cub”, AFAB reader and fem pronouns and names, tried making reader racially inclusive, Cum, drug use(Ac*d mentioned once), dacryphilia (Squint and turn your head to the side) if I’m missing anything please let me know

Author notes: Go easy on me it’s my first idol fic ~_~

Word count: 4.1K (I had a lot to say lol)

Minors dni

Smut starting now:

Loud music playing from your AirPod Max headphones can be heard by everyone sitting near you on the subway. Drawing even more attention to you as if your appearance wasn't loud enough. Carefully torn fishnets paired with stacked knee high black and grey socks that slightly showed over your demonia platform boots. A rather short olive-green cargo skirt you thrifted on your way home last week that you had to get, or you would simply "die". A simple black long sleeve crop top that stops at your pierced belly button. It had a double zipper right down the middle, the zipper at the top and bottom open so the shirt only covers your chest. lots of piercings covered your pretty face of course, it’s so on brand! Double pierced nose, medusa piercing, tongue (middle and snake eye) and eyebrow. Make up very natural with heavy eyeliner and thin 90s brows. With scattered tattoos on your skin. Yeah, you were something to look at.

You sat waiting for your stop with your sketch pad. When the train finally got to your stop you hopped up so excitedly. Everyone confused on how such a dark person can have such a bubbly vibe. Little did they know that you had the best person in the world at home waiting for you. You see, today marked your 1-year anniversary with the most amazing man in the world, Mr. Choi Jongho. Let's go back a bit just to refresh your memory.

You had given up on love after your 100th failed relationship, men and women all the same you tried and tried again they just kept disappointing you. Despite your hard and rough appearance, you deserved love too dammit! Where are your flowers and chocolate? Someone to go see pierce the veil with you. Your rave partner? Even someone to drop acid with? Nope that just wasn't written in the stars for you. That is until one day you were sitting at your favorite cafe working on your art class final project. You had been there for a while. A cafe worker walked up to you handing you a cup with tea in it.

You looked up looking at her with your natural bitch face. "I didn't order anything..."

"O-oh um...I know it's just that uh- the guy over there ordered this to give to you and yeah sorry for bothering you" She sat the cup on the table and hurried back to safety behind the counter.

You rolled your eyes at the workers dramatics and looked at the guy who sent the drink to you. He sat at one of the cafes comfy seating seats with his legs crossed with his phone in one hand and drink in the other. The guy looked like your any day prude. Light brown dress shoes, dark navy-blue slacks, dark grey long sleeve sweater and a button down. He had a really handsome face you had to admit, light brown hair, round framed glasses, a natural duck lip and cute little cheeks. He reminded you of one of the squish mellows you keep on your bed. You walked over to question him bringing your stuff and the drink with you. Once you reach him, he looks up from his phone.

"Oh, come over to join me? A Girl like you I thought I would need to do a bit more convincing than that, but I love the enthusiasm to get to know each other."

You arched your brows.

"The fuck are you talking about? I'm coming over to give you your drink back. I'm not interested." you stuck your hand out with the drink in it.

"That tea is a blend that makes you energized! I know most people assume tea makes you sleepy but that won't. Seems like you were super focused over there, so I decided to order you that. Enjoy!" he smiled at you and you kind of felt your heart throb.

You snapped out of the brief trance that cute smile had on you. "Look dude-"

"Jongho."

"What?"

"My name is Jongho, and yours?"

"What the f- its Y/N and I'm not fucking interested in you or this tea so here." you sat the tea down on the coffee table in front of him as a final protest. He giggles with his cute little smile.

"You're really cute Y/N, I'm going to take you out on a date next week if your free, okay?" he looked you in your eyes, but it looked like he looked directly in your soul.

"Listen Jongho I'm going to put this in terms you'll get. Fuck off."

And from that moment on you began your journey with Jongho. He didn't heed your warning and did the opposite of fucking off and visited you at the cafe everyday buying you new teas to try. You eventually caved and went on the date and the rest was history.

Now it's been a year and you just arrived at your shared apartment. You take your time taking off your clunky Platforms and yell "Baby I'm home."

Jongho appears from the bedroom. "Well, hello beautiful." He has his arms open while walking toward you because he knows that you are going to jump into them. Of course, you do with the world’s biggest smile on your face. You wrap your arms around his neck and squeezed him "Baby I missed you so much ugh please shrink down and live in my boobs or something so I can carry you everywhere." One thing Jongho loved about you is your colorful words and saying.

"If I could you know I would my love, but for now hurry and get dressed I want to take you out." he said as you released him finally.

"Take me out where?" you said with a puzzled look on your face.

"I'm taking you to this speakeasy restaurant that goes until like 3am. They have lots of vintage art and stuff and it's low-key. You'll love it. I'm already dressed so get ready."

Now that he mentioned it you decided to step back and get a good look at him. He had on black dress pants with a black leather belt and a black shirt tucked in with thin white strips. Pairing it all together with black rounded glasses.

"Not bad right? I tried to match your vibe." He kissed on your cheek and winked at you. "Now hurry up and get ready I know you're going to take forever." He slapped you on your ass while walking away.

"Fine, but I don't have anything to wear."

"Baby girl. It's me of course I got you a little something too. Go to the room and change now please and thank you." and that you did. You opened the door to your shared bedroom and on you bed was a dark purple long silk dress with a sexy slit on the side, a brand-new pair of platform heel boots, and lots of accessories to match. Oh, you could die at how good this man treats you. So excited to try on the dress in a hurry and slip on the accessories. When you're done you look in the mirror to check yourself out. Before you could put on your shoes you notice a new plushy has entered you room. A cute bear plushy with X and O for eyes. He had a card attached to him.

"Dear Y/N,

I hope you liked the dress I got you. I'm not much for expressing my feelings well but I hope you know for someone that claims to have such a dark and gloomy energy, you really are the light of my life. Even though you've been told you're “Weird" and "too different". I hope you know you're my kinda different. I love you my sweet baby.

-Love

Your fave plushy"

Oh, you couldn't take it anymore. You loved this man too much. Tears began to fall, and you sat on the bed squeezing the plushy. Jongho walks in just in time.

"I knew you were going to take forever baby come on we have to go to beat the crowd-" He looked up from his watch to see you crying with the plushy. "Ahh, I see you found Bear-ho" he walked over and sat next to you on the bed he wiped your tears while being careful not to smear your "Black as my soul" black liner. You chuckled at the name.

"Is that what you named him?"

"Yeah, you always say these things are your kids so I figured I would get you one so we can have a kid of our own." he smiled at you with the warmest and most endearing smile you think anyone has ever smiled.

"Aww cubby (A nickname you made because he reminds you of a bear) I love this so much how did I ever get this lucky." You leaned in to hug him. You used all your strength to push him down while you hugged him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me Y/N, please always remember that." He looks you in the eyes and gives you a light peck. "You know in this dress you really look like a vampire queen."

"And you still look like a prude." you pecked his lips back.

"Hey! I like to think that I look very sexy today." he protested.

"Prudes are sexy too baby." You couldn't help yourself and dove back in for another kiss. This time it was more than just a peck. This kiss had love and passion in it. He wrapped his hands around your back to deepen the kiss. You decided to invite your tongue into his mouth, your two tongues now dancing with each other. He was the first one to break the kiss as you made a pouty noise in disappointment.

"Come on baby we have to go if we don't want to be in a huge crowd." He said while he grabbed your chin to make direct eye contact. He knew you; he knew you lost focus of the task at hand but that's why you two work so well. A Ying and Yang relationship, you're chaos and he enjoys it and keeps you in control. When you rage, he calls you cute and pinches your cheeks, when you're moody he gives you lots of cuddles and hugs and when your love for your sweet boyfriend makes you hornier than a sailor that just saw a woman for the first time in a year, he keeps you stable enough to still finish your plans for the day. However, this time may be a bit different. This time he can't control you. You needed him and you need him now and he knew better than anyone that you always get what you want. He knew that because he is the one that always gives it.

"I know but like fuck that place and fuck that crowd. I need to fuck you like right now." You fully climbed on top of him, hiking up your dress to sit comfortably while you place your other leg across him so you could sit on his crotch. You leaned back over him and begin placing hot open mouth kisses on his neck. He sighs while he places both his hands on each side of your ass. He knew if he would continue protesting it would fall on deaf ears.

"You liked your gift that much baby girl?" he started to snake his hands under your dress as he gripped your bare ass and thighs.

"Yes, I did Cubby" you continue the assault on his neck but this time being sure to lick from the middle of the neck to his ears. He lightly groaned, he’s very sensitive there, you wanted to try your best to have full control of the situation. You wanted to show him how much you appreciated him.

"My little Cubby is so sensitive let’s see what else I can lick." you lifted his shirt and started to kiss down his body leaving traces of your black liner and gloss lip combo (Well what was left of it at least). When you got to his chest you stopped at his nipples. "Hmm what about here. "Baby..." before he could say more you lightly licked his left nipple while you brushed the right one very gently with your thumb. He tensed up and made a cute little moan.

"Does my baby have little sensitive nipples? Do you like this Cubby?" You continued to lick and rub them and even added a little sucking action to really turn him on. He bit back his moans not wanting to admit that this felt so good.

"Baby don't hold back I wanna hear you moan too~ I guess I'll just have to stop and leave you like this." his little spoiled baby what was he going to do with you. I guess he had to show you who is really in control here. He gripped you on both sides of your hips and softly tossed you to the side of him.

"Baby why do I always have to show you your place?"

"Because you like doing it and I like annoying you duh!" You loved pushing Jonghos buttons. He is such a prim and proper guy that when he gets out of character it makes you so wet you could practically feel your heat begin to leak. You laid flat on your back and he leaned over you to kiss you deeply again. He kissed you sternly like he was trying to prove a point. While your mouths were entangled with each other his hands moved back under your new dress. He found his way to your clothed core. You had on a lace black butterfly thong you wanted to show off to him later when you got back but plans changed. He feverishly rubbed your pussy over your panties to tease you. You interrupted your kiss with little whimpers and moans.

He moved his fingers up and rubbed your throbbing clit. rubbing small circles on the bulb of nerves. Your moans raised from a soft whisper to a full moan.

"Cubby, I need you."

"How bad do you want my fingers my love?" he continued his devilish little games and picked up the pace on your clit.

"I want them so bad Cubby please finger fuck me already." you said between moans.

"Hey!" He stopped and grabbed your panties from the front and pulled them up. The thong bunched up and squeezed around your clit. You yelped "Watch your mouth, you’re lucky it's a special day and I still want us to make it out or I would stuff that mouth full."

"Oh, fuck you I'll say what I want." As you finished your sentence you felt your pussy clench around the abrupt two fingers that just entered it. You gasped and threw your head back.

"Fuck Cubby."

"Such a pretty face with such a dirty little mouth how tragic." he began to pump the two fingers into your soaking heat. The beautiful sounds of your pussy squelching filled the room.

"Oh, do you hear how wet you are for this prude? Your pussy doesn't think I'm some boring guy."

Teasing you and talking you through an amazing orgasm is 2 things this man specialized in.

“Oh, my fucking God baby please I need to cum so bad.” You started to want him more and more, you needed to touch him to feel grounded. You reach your arms out asking to be held. He didn’t stop his increasing pace in your core, but he did lean down so you could squeeze him tightly.

“My sweet baby, always so mean and cold to everyone but a messy bratty slut for me.” He said sensational in your ear.

He removed his fingers from your wet hole and rubbed on your sensitive clit. You moaned while babbling incoherently. Jongho knows how to make even the simplest sex acts feel even better because he knows what will set you off.

“I’m-I’m so close Cubby.” A stuttering mess all for this man.

He kissed your neck and moved down to your chest. The dress had a ruched top on it which gave him easy access for him to take your chest out, but he wanted to put you to work.

“Pull your pretty tits out for me baby and put them on my tongue.” he stuck his tongue out and you did exactly that. You took out both your pierced boobs and squeezed them together on the sides then perfectly placed both nipples on to his stuck-out tongue. He sucked and swirled both the nipples around in his mouth drooling and getting spit on your dress top. He briefly released them to say:

“I see you are wearing the new bar set I got you, good girl showing off everything I buy for you.” You complained to him that your current nipple rings were boring so being the loving boyfriend he is he bought you a new set. They were silver bars with cute bear heads on each side.

“Has anyone else seen these besides me pretty girl?”

“No Cubby just you and only you.”

“Good baby” He inserted 3 of his fingers into you pulsing heat. Scissoring them in and out while making the “Come here” motion. He licked your nipples and started to alternate between licking and sucking them. You felt your brain stop functioning. This moment was so intense even Jongho started to rut against you.

“I’m about to fucking cum Cubby Ah- “

The knot in your stomach snapped and you felt the rushing sensation ooze out of you. You became a moaning mess, and it made you need him more, your pussy still yearning for his dick in you.

“More please baby, I need you in me now.”

He sighed while getting up to remove his glasses and undo his belt. You took that as your sign to remove your dress, but he stuck his hand pout to stop you.

“Keep it on my love, we still need to go out.” He didn’t want to admit that he really just wanted to fuck you good in that dress because you just look good enough to eat, but maybe he’ll eat you out until you were begging him to stop later. For now, he wanted to fuck you just as bad. You pulled off your wet thong and Jongho pulled his pants and underwear down revealing his hardened cock. He was about 6 inches long with a good amount of girth, his dick was a pretty light brown with a pink tip that matched the natural color of his lips. Jongho sat down on the bed still sitting up his pants and underwear pooling at his ankles showing the tops of his black trouser socks. Jonghos all black outfit was his attempt to match your aesthetic poor baby is so old fashioned he thinks being alt is just wearing all black but his attempts to make you happy makes you love him even more. He patted his thighs signaling you to climb over on top of him. You hiked your dress back up and spread your legs through the slit to place one leg on each side of him as you hovered over his length.

You placed both your hands on his shoulders and began to sink down on his dick slowly to adjust to his size. Little moans falling from your lips once his entire rod was inside you made a “mm mm” sounds and slowly bobbed up and down. Your clit still ringing and over stimulated from your last orgasm you started to rock to make even more friction you had your head down to watch it all happen in real time.

Jongho watched you as you struggled to stay sane, he loved watching his dick turn your brains to mush. He wanted to drive you even crazier. He grabbed your neck and gently pulled you in for a hot and deep kiss. He squeezed your neck softly as the veins in his arms started to bulge out. You sped up your rocking pace moaning into his mouth. He fell back bringing you with him. He placed his other hand under your dress moved it up to reveal your tattooed ass. You had a small bear outline on your butt cheek (You are down BAD for this man), you remember coming home and showing him and he giggled and told you you didn’t need to do that.

“It’s so when we go swimming and shit people know who this ass belongs too.”

“Okay Y/N” He kissed you on your cheek and fucked you senseless that night too.

He fully gripped your ass and lifted his hand to come back down and strike your ass. You moaned more into his mouth as he did it again and again, the final strike you sat up and gripped both his shoulders as you dug your acrylics into him. Your mind was on nothing but fucking him. You started to bounce on his dick with dedication to cumming. His hand stayed around your throat, but he moved his other hand from your ass to your clit to rub circles onto. At that moment you became dick-notized, fully drunk off of the pure ecstasy he made you feel. He bucked his hips to meet your bouncing and pushed his dick even deeper into your cunt. Only whimpers falling from his lips while you had plenty to say.

“Oh, my fucking God Cubby please keep fucking me SHIT I’m about to fucking cum baby.” Tears started to sit at the edge of your eyes because the sensation was just that strong.

“Baby please cum inside me please cum with me and shoot inside me please please please” All you could do was beg at this point as you continued to ride his dick like her was your stead and you were a lone cowgirl in a western movie.

“My sweet baby have I ever told you no? Be good for me and lets cum together.” He said still choking you lightly and rubbing your clit more. Losing yourself in his touch you climax was reaching the very top of the hill.

“Cum for me beautiful, cum all over your Cubby.” Staggered yes’s is all you could say as your orgasm hit you like a truck. It felt like someone turned the faucet on and left it running. You squeezed your eyes shut and when you finally come to your senses you realized you had squirted on Jongho as he blew his load into your dripping wet core. His legs and pants now wet and all you could do is drop down on top of him, sweaty and exhausted. The room was humid and Jongho rubbed your back a few times before bushing you off to the side of him. You groaned as he moved you because his now soft rod fell out of you while the rest of your joined together cum spilled out of you. He removed his shoes and pants and pulled up his wet underwear and walked off. You couldn’t see him anymore, your eyes feeling like they weight 5 tons as you fought to stay awake. You heard the bathroom sink turn on for a minute then back off. Jongho reentered the room, and you felt the bed weigh down behind you. He reached over you, warm towel in hand and wiped around your area then wiped out the remaining cum that sat on the surface.

“Get up so you can get yourself ready and changed baby.” He said when he was done.

“Mmm”

“Y/N”

“I just wanna sleeeeep.” You shook your head no.

“Y/N at least get up to pee and change. Your dress isn’t in the best shape.”

You opened your eyes and looked down, your dress had all kinds of stains and spots from your love making. You rolled your eyes and got up. You walked to the bathroom to pee and remove the dress. You were fully naked when you came back as you bushed your hair into a quick ponytail. Unphased and use to your barbaric ways Jongho handed you an all-black dress from the dresser.

“Here put this on so we can go.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Why Y/N, what is it now.”

“Let's just stay home tonight and cuddle and watch movies. We can order food and-.”

“Alright alright put on your Pajamas and I’ll order take out.”

You raised your hands. “Yay!” you ran over and jumped on top of him.

“Clothes Y/N! Clothes”

#jongho smut #choi jongho smut #ateez smut #jongho x reader #alt reader #writenbypyramidofstars

[ddejavvu]

meiiiii i’m here with a little ‘we’re engraved in each other’s hearts’ … shower sex with hotch, he’s had a long day and he deserves it <3

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

hi angel baby!! i'm happy you're here :D

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Hunched over on the ceramic bench in your shower, water trailing down his body from where it lands in his hair, steam billowing through the room, Aaron Hotchner is the picture of misery. He looks pathetic, slouched and slumped over himself as he lets the hot water work wonders on his aching muscles.

You know that the bulletproof vests he has to wear are heavy, and you're happy for the protection they offer your husband in dangerous situations, but he always needs a massage any time he has to wear one.

You fully intend to offer him one, too, when you step into the shower, but his eyes catch the curve of your breasts as he cranes his neck up to look at you, and you know you're not going to be able to stave him off.

"You look like you could use some help," You reach for the shampoo bottle that sits in the shower caddy, but your fingers don't even graze the grey plastic bottle before he's reaching up and interlacing his own with yours. He uses your intertwined hands to tug you down into his lap, your ass landing on his thighs.

"I could." He murmurs, his voice hot and heavy by your ear, "Today was a long day."

"And you want to make it a long night?"

"I think it would help." He nods seriously, his frown solemn as he relives the treacherous horrors of his work day.

"Oh, really?" You giggle softly, turning to straddle his lap, "This is the cure?"

"Yes." He insists, a fond smile curling over his face, amusement twinkling in his eyes. His hand cups the back of your neck, tugging your face to hover over his, and water streams freely down your back.

"Well I suppose I'll have to take care of you." You mused, grinding your hips down ever-so-softly against him, "I couldn't sleep knowing I'd left you all alone in the shower."

"That would be unforgiveable," He chuckles warmly, his lips brushing yours as you finally give in and kiss him. It's sweet, slightly sloppy, because neither of you care to fix it. It's a little crooked, but it warms your heart regardless, your thighs shifting as you spread your legs out further over his lap.

He feels you move against him, breaking away to nudge his nose at your jaw. You tilt your head up, his lips immediately finding your neck, and they press sweetly into your soaked skin.

Water runs down your head and off of your nose, landing in his hair. You run your hand through it, the strands sticking to his skin as your fingernails brush against his scalp. He shivers slightly under your touch and you feel him hardening beneath you.

"Go slow," He warns, mumbling against your neck as one hand spreads over your hip, the other wrapped around your waist.

"I will." You reassure him, a light moan escaping your lips as his press into your sweet spot, "We can take our time tonight, Aaron."

It's true. For the first time in weeks, Jack is sleeping over at a friend's house, leaving you two home alone. You don't feel bad at all for enjoying the time away from the boy, because it means that you get to share.. intimate moments that you're deprived of as long as there's a child in the house.

The head of Aaron's cock prods gently at your entrance and you stifle a whimper, one hand steadying him against you as you slowly sink down onto him. He lets out a rough curse, his teeth pinching your skin harshly as he buries his face into your neck.

"Aaron!" You gasp at the stinging bite, and he presses an apologetic kiss to the skin there.

"Sorry," He rasps, his voice muffled into your neck, "I just- you feel so good, sweetheart."

You thank him for the compliment with a roll of your hips, a heady groan flowing from his throat.

"My poor baby," You coo, running a hand down his back as his arms tugged you closer, pressing you against his wet chest, "So tired from work. Do you want me to take over?"

He seems reluctant at first, usually the one to guide you through your orgasm. But he sits back with a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes, pressing one last kiss to your jaw before he leans against the tile behind him.

"Go ahead, baby." He braces his hands against the seat, his eyes locked onto the image of your slick cunt clenching gently around his cock.

You take your duties very seriously, lifting your hips so that he slides partially out of you, then lowering yourself back onto his cock. He bites back a groan, his head falling back against the tiled wall.

"Just relax, Aaron." You croon, leaning in to kiss the protruding adam's apple that stands stiff in his throat, "I'm gonna take care of you tonight.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #mei's 5.7k celebration!! #maddie my angel <3

[hookhausenschips]

Burning Rubber

Chapter Eleven

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Word Count: 1,575

Summary: It's the New Year! Lando and Azha experience a person from Lando's "past". What does she want?

Warnings: Angst

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Azha’s POV

It was finally February of the new year. Lando had spent New Years Eve and New Years in Dubai with some friends. I went to Louisiana to visit family with my siblings and see my parents to pay our respects. Their headstones were still as beautiful as I remembered. We still kept in contact despite the major time difference between him and I. I decided to stay for the month of January down here while my siblings went back home to California. Seeing all my cousins that were babies mere years ago now all grown up, other cousins married and having their own babies. It felt good to be surrounded by so much love and warmth. I caught them up on everything that has happened since the last time I had seen them. I even told them about Lando, my female cousins and my aunties all gushing over the details. 

Today is Rodeo day! I missed these kinds of days as a kid getting up early and traveling with them. I was shocked seeing they had kept all my trophies and other awards from when I was younger. We are in Humble, TX for their annual Livestock show and Rodeo. Sitting in the bleachers I was next to my cousin Alexis, we were talking about the events. “Girl, how many more guys are going to come over here trying to get with you? Why don’t you and Lando go public yet, I know you’re tired of repeating yourself to them.” She asked.

I shrugged, “We plan to around summer break so that way the first part of his season isn’t bombarded by questions about us and that way people won’t sit here downgrading my skills thinking I used him to get into Formula D. Not that I care what they think, my work speaks for itself.” I answered watch below us as the next cow was being shown, a Hungarian Grey. What a beauty. “I get that but I know how you are, how many girls will continue to throw themselves at him thinking he’s still single? I don’t want you going to jail for beating some Mississippi river cricket’s ass.” She spoke while placing a hand on my arm pulling my attention back to her. “I trust him to turn them down. He trusts me to honor our relationship like I have been doing. It’ll be fine. I’m going to start pointing them to you.” I said. She smiled, “My mom would freak if I ever ended up dating a guy from a rodeo. Besides, if they don’t look like Duke Dennis, I’m not interested.” I laughed at her answer and we continued talking.

Walking back from the bathroom I noticed Alexis wasn’t at our spot, I shook my head. She’s probably with my aunt Nichelle, her mom or one of our other family members. I sat down as the next event was getting ready to start. “We have a familiar face in the crowd tonight.” The announcer spoke. I groaned, I had enough attention from the cowboys please don’t put me on the spotlight. “She’s the former Miss Louisiana Teen Rodeo now turned Drift Racer. Let’s give a warm welcome back to Azha Skye!” Soon enough the arena erupted in cheers and applause. I put on my PR smile and stood waving. Then the attention of the arena was taken off of me as the Men’s barrel racing began. I sighed, it was going to be a long day.

Lando had asked if I could see him in Sakhir before my preseason started. So now here I am sitting in the airport after my aunt had dropped me off before they headed back to Louisiana. My phone began to ring, it was Key. “Hey what’s up?” I answered. “Have you checked Twitter or anything lately?” She asked. “No, why do you ask?” I replied feeling nervous. “I’ll send you a screenshot right now.” She said and a few seconds later my phone vibrated. Opening the message I felt sick. Who the fuck is this and why is she on his side of the garage? I thought. I just sat there staring at the tweet. “Key who the fuck is she?” I whispered.

“Well apparently her and Lando have supposedly hooked up and supposedly she cheated on her ex with Lando at the beginning of last year, They’ve been rumored to be hooking up all year. Azha he seen her while he was back home in Monaco, granted you both weren’t together then, this is still a slap to the face of your relationship with him.” I sat there silently. He wouldn’t cheat on me would he? I felt secure in our relationship but now seeing this girl in his garage made me feel a certain type of way. “Key, I’m literally about to get on a plane to meet him there before I go off for my own preseason stuff. What the fuck do I do?” I questioned. “Don’t beat her ass unless she really tries to pull something. Talk to him.” She said, I sighed, “Okay I’ll text you when I get to the hotel.” We said our goodbyes and hung up. Lord give me strength to not go crazy please.

Skip flight

“Lando I’m just trying to understand why she was here in the first place let alone your side of the garage.” I said as him and I sat in his hotel room. “You’re overthinking the situation here. I didn’t invite her. She has kept my name up around her to gain followers. I haven’t been with her in months.” He spoke. I shook my head, “Well clearly she thinks differently. She thinks she still has that chance.” I countered looking at him. He sighed, “She won’t get that chance. You’re the one I want to be with until my heart stops beating.” I leaned forward in my seat biting my lip, “Then prove it. I think we should go public. Fuck the PR, fuck the questions, fuck it all.” I said. He shook his head, “I get you feel uncomfortable about Helena being in the garage but I can assure you that there is nothing there, hasn’t been for awhile. I want to enjoy our relationship in private for a while longer before people feel the need to try to insert themselves in it or have an opinion on it.” I groaned and crossed my arms, “Lando someone has already inserted themself now. She has the blogs and everyone thinking something is happening. Thinking you two are dating or at least fucking when it’s not her, I am that person. I am your girlfriend, not her” He then crossed his arms as well, “Azha I’m not going to argue about this. I don’t feel comfortable sharing with the world yet. Do you not trust me? She is nothing to me, you’re the one I’m with.”

I rolled my eyes, “Or you just don’t want the shitstorm that will happen once people know we’re together. Let alone the fact you’re dating a black woman. I’m not stupid Lando. I know how most Formula fans are, I’ve seen the way Lewis still gets treated. But it’s fine if you don’t want to be seen with me. I don't even know why I’m here then.” I argued before standing and leaving the hotel room. 

I could feel a headache coming on as I sat in my room watching a random show. My phone dinged for what felt like the millionth time, I rolled my eyes knowing it was more then likely Lando with some bullshit apology. Who cares what people think about our relationship and what they will say? All that should matter is our feelings. I’m not dating the world and neither is he. I get we’re both public figures but we can go public to have it known but it can be private as well.

The public can know about us being together but they won’t get jackshit about it. Charles and Alex are somewhat private and it clearly works for them, why couldn’t Lando think the same. Was he embarrassed of me? Embarrassed to be with me? Or was he protecting someone else’s feelings? My phone dinged again but this time it was Instagram. Sighing I reach over and unlock my phone to see several follower notifications. Of course she began to follow my public profile and now some other girl named Liliana as well, I did my deep dive earlier finding the two girls were both connected to Lando. Rolling my eyes I continued scrolling and stopped seeing a familiar name. Luisinha. Lando’s ex now began following me.

I tossed my phone and grabbed a pillow shoving it against my face and screamed into it. Once I calmed down I texted Kiara to book me a flight. I couldn’t stay here without freaking out. I would either A) beat this little blonde bimbo’s face in and claim my man or B) fight with Lando and say some things I wouldn’t mean. I then went to Instagram and just scrolled until I noticed that several bands I liked and were friendly with were touring in Europe separately. Going to each of their websites I bought tickets. Fuck it I might as well have some sort of fun before I head off to training since that wouldn’t be happening here in Sakhir with my so called "boyfriend". 

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[gothgengargirl]

Sealed With A Kiss

“Present for inspection”

My body went on autopilot. Skirt up, legs splayed. Mistress passed her barcode reader over my tattooed ID, and the chirp of confirmation was enough to make me quiver. It meant I belonged.

“651814. Good. I recognized you, you know. You’re coming along very nicely.” Mistress returned to her seat, and gestured politely for me to be seated as well. I obeyed, of course.

I was coming along nicely. It was easy to lose track of how long I had been in FemCorp training. In an intensive induction program like mine, we weren’t allowed to have things like calendars. Still, I had rotated through five positions within the company by this point. Now I was working in the Records Department. I liked Records. It was quiet, and I could alone time with my new thoughts. I could slip away and touch myself for a few minutes or a few hours, and if any of my supervisors noticed, they didn’t care as long as the work got done.

But there was a schedule, and physical configuration was part of it. My favorite part of it. Today I was supposed to have an hour with the Auto-Bra, to help my tits reach their full potential. I really like the Auto-Bra. But instead, I was in Mistress’ office. I had only been here one or two times before, and never instead of a scheduled treatment.

“I can see on your face that you’re confused, sweet thing. Permission to speak”

“Thank you, Mistress. I was wondering… why am I here?” I swallowed. “Am I in trouble?”

“Oh no, sweet thing. You’re not in trouble. The opposite, in fact.” My cheeks flushed. Mistress was happy with me! I loved to make her happy. It made me wet. “I need your assistance. Now stand.”

I did as I was told, and Mistress stood up and came around the desk to stand next to me. Was she always this much taller than I was? She grabbed my chin in her hand and rotated my head. We made eye contact. Those grey eyes seemed to stare right into my soul.

“We’re going to be testing some experimental treatments together,” she said, barely above a whisper. Then, without warning, she kissed me. Forcefully at first, and then becoming gentle, soothing. I opened my mouth to gasp from the sensation and she took advantage of the gap, ramming her tongue into my mouth. My eyes fluttered as I lost myself in the moment, moaning slightly. I had never been kissed like this. Even without the programming, even without the reconfigurations, this was the kind of kiss that would change my life.

And then there was a sharp sensation. A stinging, like an aerosol spray, straight into my throat. I stepped back, reflexively, and Mistress let me break contact. The stinging in my throat subsided and was replaced by a gentle throb, like a massage. I could taste… cotton candy?

“Mistress, what… what was that?”

She licked her lips, and I could see a glint of silver. Was her tongue always metallic?

“It’s a gene gun. Experimental feminization delivery system. Something that the girls in R&D worked up. Delivers a stream of nanites into the body, each equipped with CRISPR/CAS9 proteins. They’ll target the genes related to hormone levels, receptors, tissue development.”

“You… you’re changing my DNA to make me more of a girl?”

“Yes!” Mistress was positively beaming, seeing how I was following along. I liked to be smart for Mistress. At least some of the time.

“When the treatment is finished, you will be perfectly female, inside and out. Of course, it will take more doses in order to ensure that this all works. You’re being transferred to R&D, effective immediately, in order to assist them with other projects while they monitor your progress with the gene gun technique.”

I realized that I was drooling a little. Was that a side effect of the nanite spray, or just because Mistress was so excited? “M…more doses?”

“But of course, pet! The current regimen calls for treatment every twelve hours, delivered to four key points in the body each time.”

I didn’t ask where those other key points were. I had a feeling. Mistress glanced down over me, looking over FemCorp’s good work. Her eyes lingered on my tits and on my bulge, which was now visibly straining the short skirt of my Records uniform. I twitched.

“Now strip. That’s a good girl.”

As I was taking my clothes off, trembling with anticipation, I heard Mistress mutter something under her breath.

“When you love your job, you never work a day in your life.”

#original fic #femcorp #ffem #transformation

[kryptonitejelly]

BRO.

Can u imagine winding down with Jake after his game??? It'd be just cuddles. CUDDLES EVERYWHEREEEE

D I AM UNWELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Context: Flyboy - college Flyboy

Most post game rituals involve Jake, and by association, you going out with the team - it is usually dinner, and then drinks / karaoke / or if the team was particularly energetic and feeling it, to the club.

The game today had been one of those games - tiring, challenging, one the boys really had to fight for. They had won, of course - and the explosion post win was massive. It had you screaming in the stands with the crowd, the the boys roaring in the field. You catch Jake’s eye as he is in the middle of the celebrating field on group - he is there, but mentally, same with every game - Jake is looking for you.

You know he is tired - you can see it from his eyes. Heck, Jake played a stellar game - but he played hard today, putting in 150% into every run, every play.

You hang around outside the locker rooms with some of the player’s girlfriends (although you aren’t one, really) - and when they slowly start to trickle out after the debrief and shower, Jake finds you right away.

“Mmmf,” he kinda just slings an arm around you, and makes that sound. You can smell the scent of his soap and shampoo mixing together as you slide an arm around his waist, patting his side.

“Heck of a game Jakey.”

Can’t lose when I have my lucky charm there,” he squeezes your arm, also squeezing you tighter against him.

“Just dinner, I’m tired.” He turns his head and mutters into your hair, soft enough that only you can hear. The rest are still boisterous, riding off the game - they had all played hard, but Jake had played the hardest - because he would have taken it the hardest if they lost.

“Ok,” you nod and Jake absently kisses the top of your hair in thanks, too tired to overthink it.

You grab dinner with the rest - burgers, and Jake manages to keep himself joking and bantering along with the rest.

“Aw c’mon Seresin, won’t be the same if you both don’t come for drinks.”

Jake is going to protest but you open your mouth to save him, “nah, we’re going back.”

“Aww c’mon,” you get cries from the group, but you just shake your head and grab Jake’s hand, “sorry guys, this guy is mine tonight,” and you drag him away shouting goodbye.

“Yours tonight?” Jake is amused, as you drag him away. He links his fingers with yours and holds firm, not letting you pull away.

“You mean thank you?” You snort, put not bothering to unlink your fingers with him - it was a losing battle given how much stronger he was than you. “I got us out of there in the easiest way possible.”

“Thank you sweetheart,” Jake laughs, and you pull him back to your apartment instead of his frat house, because you know, and he knows, he is more likely to get a more uninterrupted rest at your place.

You make him throw his gear into the washer before anything, and steer him to the bathroom in your room. You use the one outside, and you both shower off. Jake uses one of the many sets of clean clothes he has stored in your room, and you both just end up flopping down on the couch and turning on the tv. Jake in grey sweats and a dark t, and you in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts.

Jake is just tired, and he doesn’t bother to hide it at this point, sinking back into the couch. You drop down beside him, and he extends an arm to surround you with it. You don’t protest because of how tired he is and you just let him, snuggling back into his body.

Jake rests his face against the side of your head as you both mindlessly watch the sitcom playing on television.

“You played good today,” you tell him again as you absently fiddle with them hem of your sweatshirt, tucked in next to Jake. All he says in “mmmmm” while rubbing his cheek agains your hair in acknowledgement. He isn’t being rude though, he just is being himself - the quieter Jake who doesn’t have to say anything because he knows that it is okay between you both.

Somehow though, somehow - you end up falling asleep first (as usual) and Jake notices the moment you start to slump even more in his arms, your body moving gently up and down with sleep. As exhausted as he is, lifts you up and carries you to bed, setting you down on the inside before crawling in after you.

He knows he probably shouldn’t, but when you roll over to press yourself against him in your sleep, Jake throws an arm over you and presses the softest kiss to your forehead, before dozing straight off to sleep, feeling exhausted but absolutely content. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#flyboy #flyboy universe #flyboy headcannons #flyboy drabbles #flyboy ideas #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x y/n #hangman seresin #hangman seresin imagine #hangman seresin x you #hangman seresin x reader #hangman seresin x y/n #hangman #hangman imagine #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #not cm

[sidesteppostinghours]

WIP its-not-Wednesday-but-close-enough

tagged by @autistic-sidestep! thank you for the tag :D i have,,, so many wips rn. pulp stop starting a million projects challenge. all of these are very rough, and a lot of them feature other steps, but i wanted to share a few :]

for writing, ive got these:

“What the hell, man!” Mitchel hisses. He’s let go, but he hasn’t bothered lowering his voice. Too loud, but real. Caine groans, pulling themselves up from the mattress. At least it wasn’t the floor– this could’ve hurt a lot worse. They wince at the throb in their shoulder as they reach for the wall, probing for a light switch. When he flicks it on reality re-establishes itself once more.  It’s Caine’s room, familiarly bare-bones. There’s only a singular twin sized bed in one corner of the room and a desk just across, with a heap of laundry they haven’t bothered to do taking up the chair. Mitchel stands on the mattress in the middle, both parts pissed and bleary eyed. His cheek is a lightish colour that’s a telltale sign it’s going to bruise, and a portion of his blanket stubbornly clings onto his shoulder. There’s no threat in here, or at least nothing more threatening than Mitchel annoyed. The knowledge doesn’t stop the blood pounding in their ears.

-caine wakes up and gets jumpscared by @hyper-pixels mitchel. they react to this calmly.

Marshal Steel has hair stuck in his finger joints. That's the first thing Daniel noticed when he came in to work this morning. Steel has his civilian hands on, which is normal when he has admin work. Those civilian hands will usually have hair in it too, mostly from Spoon. That's also normal. What's not normal is the colour; because instead of the odd tufts of grey fur Daniel's used to seeing scattering Steel's joints, this is a single, longer strand that he's sure wasn't left on purpose. Because the hair strand is brown. Suspiciously similar to Ortega's own brown hair.

-herald is suspicious that his boss is having another secret relationship with a pretty old man, but its none of his business! not at all. thats why hes eavesdropping on them from the breakroom pantry.

“What are you two talking about?” Ortega jerks, nearly spilling coffee all over Wei, tearing a curse out of him as he yanks his head to the direction of the voice.  Speak of the devil. Caine glances between the two, head cocked. When did he get here? Ortega doesn't remember inviting him, and nobody told him he was coming either. Not that Ortega isn't happy to see him, but the timing… “Dios mio, Spot, how long have you been standing there?” he mutters. He gives his coffee a once over, but nothing's spilled.  He turns back to Caine and double takes. The poor guy looks like he's just run a marathon– he's drenched in his own sweat. He's not wearing his raggedy sweater, for once. Instead, he's got a skintight suit with a simple white tee over it.

-a multi-pov fic featuring the same conversation, but told from the perspective of ortega, chen, and caine. trying to practice voices with it, and so far its been fun digging into each of them!

as for art wips:

-arde and vera based on the song "the villain i appear to be"! i actually made this today after playing the new revelations demo lmfao. i do not remember what arde looks like 😔 im so sorry ive done you a disservice

the next two have blood+mild gore in them, so im throwing them under the cut!

-cyrus gets Fucked Up by a dream version of fawn from @villainsidestep, based on this absolutely vile(/pos) soul read of him:

because why not fuck him up even more??

-mitchel painting i have yet to put down colours for that i am lovingly dubbing "cannibalism (NOT ROMANTIC)". chew it out with your teeth mitchel!!!!

ill be tagging everybody mentioned in the post, plus @idlenight, @disastersteps, and maybe @euelios if you all wanna give this a shot?

#caine is a cringefail loser that cant place the fact that he is. fucking scared of mitchel. and i love dancing around that fact in writing #herald is fighting for his Life trying to mind his own business but his gaydar is beeping incessantly at him everytime chen is in the room #theres a line in the multi pov fic that is. accidentally really sus. but i find it so funny im keeping it like that #i love vera so much yall you dont understand #no spoilers for the rev demo but something about her that gets brought up makes me want to gnash my teeth w the implications of it #think its actually really fucked up and evil of me to make fawn hold both of their brothers tenderly by their faces #during the two times ive drawn things between their brothers for this fight #pov: u are cyrus getting held by your younger sib and realizing theyre way better at protecting and loving u all than you ever will be #the last drawing was based on a line kore casually threw out there while talking about ortega being a bitch #and it made me so insane i opened medibang like. immediately. help #caine lynzal #cyrus becker(s) #nmoc: mitchel becker #nmoc: fawn becker #sidestep #ortega #chen #chentega #herald #dove #arde #fhr #pulp writes #pulp draws

[firewoodwander]

Hi, I'm loving your Kiss prompt fics so much :D You're making me FEEL things 🥰. If you're still taking Kiss Prompts, how about: Fives/Tup: 39. Kissing tears from the other’s face. Thank you

Thank you so much for your request & your patience, finally I can write now that I can hear my own thoughts again!

Kiss prompts

Fives feels like he’s been walking around in a daze since it happened. The medstation hallways are empty and echoic—different to Kamino in that the walls and rooms are grey and free from blaster scoring, and sometimes have a brightness that comes from the stars, but similar in enough ways to trigger the familiar feeling of being hunted.

Fives slipped himself into the crew and visiting quarters as soon as the medics signed his discharge. Technically with a clean bill of health he should probably be going back to the 501st, but no one has asked any questions yet and no one has kicked him out. The medics don’t mind him as long as he stays out of the way, and the droids only complain if his visits coincide with their rounds.

The days have been long, monotonous cycles of staring at white sheets and IV tubes and listening to heart monitors. The warfront is a long way from here. At least half of the Jedi Council has come and gone since they arrived. Tup has slept through all of it.

So, reasonably, Fives notices the second Tup so much as breathes differently. His fingers and hands start making flinching little movements almost a two weeks ago, and the muscles in his face began to twitch a day or so after. When he first opened his eyes he can’t have been fully conscious, but he’d smiled when he’d seen Fives, and that had been enough to finally abate the gnawing pit of horror rooted firmly in Fives’ chest.

Today Tup is sitting up and fully cognisant when Fives turns up at his bedside. Fives already commed Rex since the fallout to keep him updated, but he feels the urge to vent all of the pent-up anxieties to him just as keenly now.

“Hey,” Tup greets. His voice is gentle where intermittent screaming and disuse has made it brittle, but he smiles in the way he always has when he felt he needed to comfort a brother. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Fives echoes. “You’re looking bright.”

His body doesn’t feel quite like his own as he moves the three feet across the room to Tup’s bedside. He ignores the chair he’s spent too many nights in and perches himself right on the edge of Tup’s bed.

Tup is tired, visibly unwell and what’s left of his hair left limp, unwashed. But Fives thinks he looks strong, right now, intelligent, and defiant. He picks his words with care and follows the shape of each of them with his lips, slowly, and Fives thinks he’s incredible.

“Healer Falle sends her regards. She says… she is impressed with my responses.”

Fives lets his gaze trail the drip line up to the bag like it’s a compulsion to check it. “I’m glad. They didn’t know if you’d be able to speak at all.”

“I’m lucky,” Tup agrees. And then he frowns at Fives, or something in the middle distance. “You’re too far.”

He turns over his palm in his lap. Fives isn’t going to deny him anything right now, and especially not this; he dutifully shuffles closer and slides his fingers over Tup’s palm, folding away the deep ache in his chest to examine later, smiling even wider when Tup’s hand squeezes his and tugs him even closer.

“Hey,” he chuckles, “any more and I’ll be on top of you.”

Tup smiles, and Fives is desperately hoping the burning sensation behind his eyes isn’t showing on his face. It feels like acid on the back of his throat and nose and his breathing has gone all wonky, the way it never did when their ARC instructors dragged them through frustration and anger until they felt what it was like to crumble.

Tup sits forward, resting weight through their joined hands, and tips his forehead to meet Fives’ brow. If Fives hadn’t been a goner before—the simple pressure and warmth has ruined him, now.

“These are good?”

Fives doesn’t really know his response to that, but Tup doesn’t seem to be waiting. He lifts his free hand and wipes (carefully, for all that’s he’s wobbly he’s so patiently careful) at the tears clinging to the inner corner of Fives’ eye with a thumb. Fives wants to laugh, but all that comes out is a kind of ragged huff, and Tup tilts his face and kisses his other cheek, right over the tacky tear-trail.

“I think we’ve got this backwards,” Fives points out shakily. He clutches at Tup’s hand, though, braces his shoulder to keep him closer.

“It’s okay,” Tup tells him. And it is. Or it will be. It has to be. There’s a spool of iron wire sitting behind Fives’ ribs that’s slowly unwinding itself from its tense, impenetrable tangle with every one of Tup’s breaths across his lips. “We’re okay.”

#fives/tup #cloneshipping #writing tag

[pinkiepiebones]

Have you written any Renfield lately? Can you send him on a grocery run for me?

I wrote this one yesterday but yes

... *squints at you* ... I'm assuming you are looking for "groceries" as in meals for the Count, yes? Well I'm not in the best brain space at this moment so let's fucking goooooooooo

To the Bad Ending. The one where the sun set.

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Being allowed outside was almost overwhelming.

Renfield had spent... well, he wasn't sure of the passage of time anymore, but it had to have been months, months locked in a deep underground bunker- it was a dungeon with some stylish 21st century feng shui to it, really- ever since D- ever since his Master had reclaimed him.

Today he would prove himself and hunt once more.

He was a hunting dog, after all.

The sunlight was nearly unbearable. Renfield sighed and fished the gaudy sunglasses a Lobo had tossed him out of his jacket pocket. His old suit was long gone, as was everything he had purchased during his brief flirtation with freedom, save for the few things he was allowed to pack the night he was taken back.

Master had some Lobos bring some modern clothes for Renfield. They brought him thrift store goods and laughed about it like it was some stupid prank. He felt Wrong in these jeans and boots and tank top and too-small button-up that hung on him like a tiny jacket, but at least he didn't stick out this way. At least he could slip in and out of crowds better.

Renfield breathed deep in the early spring air. It was nice to feel the breeze on his skin. It was not so nice to feel Master's presence, spider steps of searing heat in the back of his brain, a constant reminder of his place in the world. A leash, in a sense.

Renfield let himself wonder. He felt his decades of experience coming back to him. The gaudy sunglasses helped to better disguise his assessments of people. Was there anyone passable? If he chose poorly, would Master ever allow him outside again?

The familiar had been thinking and walking. His long legs had taken him to a house. He knew it well. He knew sunflowers and garlic bulbs were planted all around. He had spent many evenings and nights in that house, embraced and loved.

He crept to the large window. There was just enough of a gap in the curtains that he could see someone he knew inside, stretched out on the sofa. A cat curled up on the back of the sofa.

Renfield smiled softly and pressed a cold hand to the sun-warmed glass.

Then a stinging pain filled his skull, fire flooded his veins and his vision diluted to greys and reds.

I send you out for a simple errand and you run back here? It's like you're inventing new ways to get yourself tortured at this point, servant.

"N-no, Master, I was just in the neighbou- it- should 't you be resting?"

I was stirred by the feeling of your betrayal.

"I'm not- I didn't-"

Well, if you're as devout as you're trying to say

Renfield felt his body jerk and move towards the front door

why don't you bring this one to me

Renfield felt his hand picking up the flower pot with the false bottom where the spare key was hidden

Although,

Renfiled watched his hand turn the key in the lock

association with you is sure to have ruined the blood. Hmm. A pity, I was going to savour making you watch me drain that one. No, no. I'm thinking. Give me a moment, 'kay?

Renfield felt tears burning down his face.

A moment stretched on for eternity.

Then Renfield's body snapped like a rubber band and he stumbled backwards. His vision blossomed with colour.

You have half an hour to bring me three women. Optimistic, naive, you know what I like.

Renfield nodded and scrubbed at the tears on his face turned and ran from the house.

Of course he knew what Master liked.

He was a hunting dog, after all.

#renfield