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Bleeding From The Storm

Chapter Three - Maxie

After the death of his son, the head of the Dupont family wants his daughter protected. He moved her to Monaco, the safe zone, and has her protected by Charles Leclerc. Max Verstappen was never supposed to meet her. He didn't even know who she was. But he knew she was beautiful, and he knew he wanted to know more, much to the horror of Charles Leclerc.

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For three days, Max went back to that café. On the first day and the second day, Bunny wasn't there. She was nowhere to be found around Monaco. Max tried to search for her, but his search came up empty.

On the third day, Max was ready to give up.

He still went back to the café as he had every day since, hope slowly dying in his chest. As much as he wanted to taste one of her fruity drinks on his lips, he couldn't bring himself to order one, not unless it was her hands passing it to him. Max had stuck to bitter coffees that he didn't much like the taste of.

As he rounded the corner, walking towards the café, he stopped. After three days of desperate searching, there was Bunny.

She was in a different dress this time, a pink one that made her look positively angelic. Her pretty lips were wrapped around the straw as her fingers, nails pink like her dress, wrapped around her glass.

Max flattened himself against the wall around the corner. As long as she couldn't see him. If she was alone, Max would have sauntered up to her, full of confidence and asked her out. He wanted to give her his number, to get to know Bunny even when he wasn't there in Monaco.

But she wasn't alone, was she? Max hated that he recognised the person she was with. Charles Fucking Leclerc. What the hell was she doing with Charles Leclerc? Did it mean she was from their world, too?

Max waited. He regularly checked around the corner, waiting for Charles to just piss off. He was getting antsy, and time was running out. Fuck, why did Charles have to be there?

At last, Charles stood up. He said something to Bunny, said something Max couldn't hear, and left. As soon as he disappeared inside of the café, Max pushed away from the wall and went striding towards her.

"Hey, Bunny," he said as he strode over to her and sat in Charles's seat.

Her eyes went wide and she looked at up him with a pretty smile. "Max, right?" She asked, her head resting in the palm of her hand.

He leaned forward, hands held together in front of him. "Listen, Bunny, I've got to go away for a little bit. But I would like to see you and I do want you to have my phone number," he said, pulling his phone from his pocket and passing it to her.

"Where are you going?" Bunny asked as she put her number into his phone and sent herself a text. "Anywhere nice?" A sultry smile crossed her lips, one Max was sure she didn't even realise she was wearing.

Max let out a chuckle and leaned back in his seat as he took the phone back from her. "I wish," he said with a chuckle, but he didn't elaborate further. He checked the time on his watch. "I've really got to go, Bunny. But I'll be back soon, I swear."

She sucked her smoothie through the straw and batted her lashes at him. "Goodbye, Maxie," she said and wiggled her fingers at him. It was an image Max never wanted to forget as he left, rushing away before Charles could catch him.

Not that Bunny knew. She kept watching Max, looking in his direction even after he'd disappeared. Her smoothie was quickly finished, just in time for Charles to sit back down opposite her.

"Was someone here?" He asked, immediately noticing the far away look in her eyes. She shook her head and went to drink more of the smoothie she had already finished. "Don't lie to me, Bunny."

"Nobody was here, Charles," she insisted. She looked down at her empty smoothie. "Can I get another?"

But Charles shook his head. "Sorry, Bun. But we've got places to be." He stood up and offered her his hand. She walked with, arm linked through his as they headed away from the café.

Charles led her to his car. He pulled open the passenger side door for her and held her hand as she climbed in, her free hand holding the skirts of her pretty pink dress down. Her head was against the window as she hummed along to the radio, leaving Charles to concentrate on driving.

How long had it been since Bunny Dupont had been back in France? She didn't know. But the scenery didn't look familiar as Charles drove her towards her fathers house.

Her phone buzzed in her little purse, but she didn't pick it up. Max was her little secret, for now, and she didn't want Charles to know. Charles would just put a stop to it, even if Max was a lovely guy. She drummed her nails against the purse in her lap as Charles pulled up to the gates that guarded her fathers house.

"Charlie," she mumbled, looking towards him. Charles out a hum, never tearing his eyes away from the road as the gates swung open. "What does he want this time?" She mumbled, eyes cast down at her lap.

Charles parked outside of the house, but he didn't climb out. He let out a sigh and turned towards her, his eyes kind. "I know, Bun," he said, his hand coming to rest on her thigh. It was more comforting than anything. "I'll be with you the entire time."

She climbed out the car and slipped her purse over her shoulder. Charles placed his hand on her shoulder as they walked up to the house.

It was incredibly strange that Charles had a key and she didn't. He let them into the house and pushed the door shut, locking it as soon as they stepped in.

She hated coming back to the house. The walls were lined with pictures, portraits of her brother. While her father was obsessed with her brothers death, he hadn't dwelled on it. After a year of desperately searching for his killer, they gave up. The statue of Louis Dupont she could see out in the garden had her shivering.

Charles kept his hand on the small of her back as he led her up the stairs. She had her own room in the house, but it had been untouched for years. The door remained partially open, revealing the pink and the soft toys that covered the room. It was a child's room, one she'd never felt safe in.

Her fathers office was at the very end of the hall. Charles knocked for her. He stood with his hands behind his back as they waited to be welcomed in.

As soon as Dupont called, Charles pushed open the door and let Bunny in. She pulled her skirts down as she approached her fathers desk.

"Hello, Darling," said Dupont. He stood from his desk and walked around to her, bringing Bunny into his arms. "How have you been?" He asked and kissed the top of her head.

Bunny stood, stiff as a board as her father returned to his chair. She didn't have much to say to her father; their relationship hadn't remained the same after Louis died. It had only gotten worse. "Listen, Bunny." For some unexplainable reason, she hated hearing her father call her that. "We have been invited to the Netherlands and I want you there with me."

"Mr Du-"

But Dupont fixed Charles with a look, one that had him falling silent.

"Papa," Bunny said as she stepped up to the desk. "I've never gone on a job before. Why do you want me?" She asked. "Why not take mom?"

Dupont let out a laugh, a mocking one that had Bunny's blood boiling. She hated it here. "Your mother used to be cut out for things like this, Bun, but not anymore. If I want to put my best foot forward, I have to bring my prettiest girl."

She couldn't stop the feeling of the bile rising. "Can Cha come with?" She asked as she reached her hand towards Charles.

A frown covered her fathers face. "Cha?" He asked. But then he saw the way she grabbed Charles arm. "No, Darling. Charles cannot come with us."

With her hands on her knees, she leaned over and threw up.

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jtl-fics · 9 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 34

Sometimes when you have bad anxiety it’s hard to judge how scary something actually is.

FF breaks into a cold sweat practicing his order in line at fast food places. FF shakes with nerves at the prospect of asking about where a certain building was on campus from a stranger. FF’s stomach twisted into knots when he thought Andrew was leading him to his death in the basement of Eden’s. It’s hard when everything in life feels like the scariest and most impossible thing you’ll ever have to deal with.

Still, FF had felt like he had been getting braver. Had felt like he might be getting just a bit better in regard to confronting his fears.

He’d been getting better.

He managed to laugh with the cashier when he ordered combo number two-teen instead of twelve before break. He had asked for directions to the nearest bathroom from a stranger when one of Kevin’s shakes had gone straight through him. He had even gone down into the basement with Andrew and realized he had friends.

Looking at Daniel makes that progress feel far away.

His stepbrother’s name tastes like ash in his mouth.

“I just want to talk.” Daniel says raising his hands up placatingly. “We’re family.” Daniel says pointing between himself and FF.

“We’re not family and I don’t want to talk.” FF says because they aren’t, and he doesn’t. Daniel is one of the top two people in the entire world he doesn’t want to talk to ever.

“There’s your answer, now leave.” Captain Neil dismisses Daniel who still has his hands up.

“C’mon talk to me. We’re brothers John.” Daniel says and FF feels his entire body tense at the name.

“John?” Nicky looks back at him in confusion.

“That’s not my name.” FF hears himself say more than he consciously says it. “It was never my name.” he swallows tart cherry flavored bile. It really was one of Kevin’s better smoothies and FF would feel terrible if he puked it up. The world sways as he tries to breathe through the nausea of hearing Daniel call him by that name again.

He changed it the second he turned 18 last March. He’d signed his contract as a Smith not a Stanton. He would never let someone take it from him again even if hearing his first name still made his heart ache.

He feels Kevin’s hand on the center of his back steadying him and maybe he is swaying and not the world. Kevin takes the smoothie out of his hands before he can drop it.

Nicky must see something too because his friend abandoned the front line to steady him with an arm around his shoulders. He thinks he sees Captain Neil take his place.

“Of course, it was! It’s the name our dad gave you.” Daniel says and FF’s stomach cramps at the thought. “He’s still hurt that you changed it and that you haven’t reached out. Do you know what it’s like to find out your brother was hurt during a press conference?” Daniel asks and FF can see how he’s going for the sympathy card here looking at the others.

It’s his usual tactic.

“Fred is not my dad. You, Lucas, and Greg are not my brothers.” FF can feel a headache coming on along with the stomach cramps. He wishes that Aaron had let him restock on Pepto because the tart cherries maybe aren’t the best thing at the moment.

Daniel has always been the worst part of his stepfamily.

Greg had been a physical bully. Lucas had always followed Greg’s lead. Fred hadn’t looked at him more than he had to from the very moment that FF had made it clear that he did not appreciate the 13th birthday gift of ‘a new name’ and still intended to spend time with his grandmother. His mother had been distant for ages, but he always felt her watchful gaze making sure he did not step out of line, did not give her an excuse to put him back on the medication that left him as a zombie.

Daniel was different.

Daniel wanted things to be a certain way, but he wasn’t like his father or his brothers. He didn’t force FF to change, didn’t bully him into accepting a name that he had never wanted, and never let on to the fact that he was watching.

They’re the same age. Daniel had come to him like he could be a friend something he had been in short supply of after his two years of being little more than a medicated zombie. Daniel had gotten close; Daniel had pretended to actually care and acted like he only wanted what was best for FF.

It might have even worked.

If FF wasn’t such a loyal grandson.

Daniel had tried to poison the well between him and Gran, had tried to tell him that he needed to leave her behind and be happy in his new family.

FF had been stalwart.

Then Daniel had gone after his Gran and FF dislocated his thumb punching him.

“You don’t touch her.” He had said seeing Daniel for what he was for the first time. He saw a monster where a friend used to be but he had told this monster all of his secrets, all of his weaknesses, and had given him ammo.

Daniel came off as sweet and caring. He was athletic. He was a good friend. He was smart.

He was just also evil and made sure that FF suffered every single day they lived together because FF saw that evil in him when no one else had.

More than anything FF had been happy to bid him farewell when he’d signed his legal name on the contract to Palmetto State University’s Exy Team.

Just the sight of him brought up bad memories.

“No brother here to talk to it seems.” Captain Neil says.

“Bye Daniel. Kevin and Aaron, you two can walk back.” Andrew says and FF feels hands on his shoulders and found himself being steered towards the Maserati and FF stiffened instantly at the sight of it. “Smith?” Andrew questions.

FF had been doing better.

Screaming and pointing.

A hand reaching.

A sharp swerve.

Blood in his eyes and smoke in his lungs.

“I’m scared.”

Tiny hands in his.

“It’s going to be okay; I promise.”

Waking up to his grandma holding his hand in the hospital.

He’d been getting better.

“See, you’re still upset over what that guy did. Why are you clinging to the last name of the guy that did this to you?” Daniel asks from behind him, “He almost killed mom and you. He did kill our two-“

“Stop.” FF hears himself say and he turns to Daniel. “Jay and Robin weren’t your little siblings, they were mine. I’m not your family, I never was and never will be. I’m not scared of cars anymore.” A lie mixed in with multiple truths.

Maybe it’ll make Daniel happy to see that FF still knows how to play all of his favorite games.

He turns to Andrew who is staring at him patiently, “I’m not feeling well.” He says.

Andrew looks at him and FF figures he probably looks as shitty as he feels, “Someone will have to sit on someone’s lap.” He says.

“Smithy, sit on my lap.” Nicky says and FF can’t help the way he leans into Nicky’s warmth as his friend guides him to around the car keeping himself between Daniel and FF. Nicky gets in first and FF doesn’t hesitate to crawl onto Nicky’s lap.

He thinks he hears Daniel start to say something, but Andrew slams the door shut on his way to the driver’s side. Andrew doesn’t move from the passenger door, blocking it with his body.

Nicky guides his face into his neck, “Can we buckle-up?” he asks, and Nicky almost dislodges him he’s so quick in his compliance.

“Of course.” Nicky says and there’s the feeling of the seatbelt and the click of it locking into place. Nicky’s hand was in his hair.

FF doesn’t know if it just took a while or if he was just drifting in his thoughts as Nicky stroked his hair. “Are you scared of cars?” he asks voice quiet.

“Yes.” FF answers because it’s Nicky. “I was in an accident.” He explains just as quietly as Nicky had asked.

“Siblings?” Nicky asks voice choking with emotion.

FF pressed his face into Nicky’s neck further and hopes the pressure will stop his eyes from watering. “Yes.” He says. “Younger.” He manages.

Nicky holds him tighter, and FF is glad Nicky doesn’t tell him it’ll be okay.

FF doesn’t know if he drifts or if the others are listening to Daniel’s poison and falling for it. He’s glad that at least he’ll still have Nicky.

Eventually, the doors open, and he thinks he hears Daniel’s voice, but all three doors shut quickly.

“What an asshole.” Aaron spits.

“That doesn’t necessarily disqualify him.” Kevin says.

“We’re not talking about this right now.” Captain Neil hisses, “Smith, we’re going to get you to Abby’s, okay?” he says but FF doesn’t really have the energy to do anything more than a thumbs up.

The car ride is smoother than usual. It’s also quiet other than Kevin reminding him that he’d sleep better if they’d stop by the store to grab more smoothie supplies, Aaron smacking him upside the head, and Andrew threatening to kill both of them if they got tart cherry and avocado smoothie on his interior.

By the time they’re at Abby’s FF is almost asleep in Nicky’s lap but he forces himself to wake up and climb out of the car when Andrew opens the passenger door for them. He finds it hard to look at any of them at the moment.

“Sorry about all of that.” He manages looking down at his feet. “You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

“Smith,” Captain Neil’s hand rests on his shoulder and FF startles slightly as he looks down into the blue eyes of his Captain, “if we got what we deserved, we wouldn’t be Foxes.” He says as FF takes a long and steadying breath. “You have a past and that’s what brought you here.” Captain Neil squeezes his shoulder.

“You’re one of us and we take care of our own.” Andrew says before pushing him towards Nicky, “Get him to bed.” He says.

Nicky didn’t need to be told twice. Abby and Grandma Smith were out checking out a restaurant after the game, the two having become good friends during their stay. FF was glad his Gran was somewhere else and didn’t have to see him like this. FF was even more glad for his friend’s help as Nicky dragged him through his bedtime routine. “Don’t expect this when we’re roomies.” Nicky teased as he helped FF change.

It was hardly five minutes between pulling up and Nicky tucking FF into bed. “We’ll be by tomorrow, call me if that asshole shows up, okay?” Nicky says pointing at him.

FF, still to tired, just gave a thumbs up and closed his eyes.

He just hoped he drank enough of the smoothie that he wouldn’t dream.

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Nicky left Abby’s house and made sure to lock the door behind him after he had checked a grand total of three times that FF was asleep in the guest bedroom, he’d taken up residency in.

Siblings.

Nicky’s heart ached.

He found the rest of the Monsters loitering outside by the Maserati with Aaron pacing, Kevin wiping his tongue on his shirt, as Andrew and Neil sat on the hood sharing a cigarette.

“He’s asleep?” Andrew asks.

“Out like a light.” He looks over to Kevin, “What’s going on with Kevin?” he asks.

“He tried some of what was left of the Smoothie he gave to Smith.” Neil says with an amused laugh. “He didn’t like it.” He says.

“I’ve been aiming for nutritional, not delicious.” Kevin argues, “Smiths hasn’t complained.”

“Smith is a little too nice for his own good.” Aaron rolls his eyes, “Which is why we’re not letting that asshole get his way!” Aaron adds.

“Being an asshole doesn’t stop you from being good at Exy.” Kevin crosses his arms.

“Obviously!” Aaron returns gesturing at Neil, Andrew, and Kevin.

“I resent that.” Kevin and Neil said at the same time as Andrew just shrugged.

“Hey, what the hell are you guys talking about?” Nicky asks hating feeling locked out of the loop. He didn’t regret climbing in the car to hold FF but there’d been too much time between when he’d sat in the Maserati to when the rest had joined for there to have not been a conversation.

“You didn’t hear?” Aaron asks incredulous.

“I was busy.” Nicky hisses and at least Aaron has the good grace to blush.

“Daniel Stanton wants to try out for the open spot on our roster since Lisa decided to stay home.” Neil says through gritted teeth, “The University already approved that he can try out.” He adds.

“That asshole wants to be a Fox.” Andrew says.

There were many noise disturbance calls from the usually quiet neighborhood that night as Nicky Hemmick let his opinion on this be known to the world.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

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scorpioracha · 4 months

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Jisung x reader, exhibitionism, slight reader x Minho, perv! Jisung, open ended ending

Perv! Jisungie has been running through my head rampantly. Like this baby gives me such service top exhibitionist energy that I can’t help but to imagine him wanting to take you anywhere he thinks he can get away with it. Lmk if you likeee I’ve never really written something like this before 🫶🏾

Movie night with the boys starts off innocent enough, a casual sleepy affair with everyone sated from the dinner Minho cooked and sprawled across the various couches in the living room. You weren’t even really sure what was playing and you couldn’t say you were interested. You were hoping for the fault in our stars but they all wiped the floor with you in the first round of rock paper scissors leaving you pouting and uninterested. It wasn’t anything new, you never won anyways but you were hopping someone like Chan did, instead of being forced to watch one of Hyunjin’s many many historical art piece documentaries. No one was really watching but at least Chan and Felix tried to feign interest, letting out little hums and questioning hmm’s when it felt appropriate. Minho had left halfway through to do dishes, Jeongin was scrolling through Pinterest and Changbin was fast asleep in the comfort of his room, the only one brave enough to reject the movie completely. Seungmin had been sent to the convenience store an hour ago which was suspicious because the closest one was a five minute walk.

That just left you with the yapper,the mediators,the iPad kid and your lovely boyfriend who went through the trouble of getting you all nice and cozy with blankets because these heathens didn’t believe in heat before January. If they weren’t idols they’d make excellent landlords, you rolled your eyes. Despite the annoyances—if hyunjin ever pulled this shit again you were going to turn his jiniret into a smoothie—it was a nice time. You’d never admit it to their faces but you missed them. With all the schedules and comebacks it was hard to remember a time where they didn’t look half dead or were asleep. It was even nicer getting to see Jisung. The two of you had spent the better half of the movie side eyeing each other and giggling about Chan’s lackluster responses, the single father jokes almost blew your cover from how hard you were trying not to laugh. The monotonous drone of the narrative and Hyunjin’s consistent chatter lulled you into a hazy state of dozing off. The world growing pleasantly fuzzy as you laid your head on Jisung’s shoulder. It was perfect really, the lights were off, shades were drawn and he was rubbing your head in a way that had you nudging into his touch, scooting closer until you ended up in his lap. He grabbed the blanket and fluffed it a bit so you were both wrapped up tight and your head was resting in the crook of his neck.

The touches started off innocent enough. The hand that was rubbing your head ran down your back, massaging your hips and trailing down your thighs. This didn’t sound off any alarms, Jisung had always been pretty tactile and you were still dozing a bit. That was until his hand snaked around your waist, leaving feather light touches on your tummy, gentle adjusting you so you were more so straddling than cuddling him. You hummed inquisitively but he just shushed you and went back to rubbing your back. It felt nice, having his hands on you, they were warm and you were weak so you all but melted into his arms. You weren’t sure when gentle caresses turned into poorly disguised groping but you couldn’t help but gasp when his hands trailed back towards your stomach settling on your pelvis just below the hem of your sweats.

“W-what are you doing, sungie?”you whisper in his ear. You could feel him smile before you see it, all teeth and all trouble.

“ ‘m bored” is his only response as he rubs soft circles with his thumb across your hip bones, his grip only tightening when you begin to squirm.

“Wanna be good for me?”he purrs into your ear. the feeling of his breath fanning your neck alone has you trying to hide a shudder but you find your nodding anyways.

“Say it”he goads, digging his thumbs deeper into your hips making you suppress a whine.

“Say you want me to touch you”he starts.

“I-I want you to touch me”you say in a low tone, eyes darting around the room trying to make sure now wasn’t the time people decided to become social.

“In front front of all the members”he finishes. You flush and shake your head a bit.

“I-I Jisung—“

“Say it” he says. the glint in his eyes had gotten much darker, or maybe the hue of the tv had shifted. you felt the swirl of arousal begin to stir in the pit of your stomach. you’ve played the staring game with Jisung before time and time again. and if the earlier rock paper scissors was any indication.

You weren’t too good at winning.

“want..want you to touch me..’front of all y’er members”you mumble quickly, feeling your face grow hot and your stomach sink just a little bit. His grin widens and he rewards you by fulling dipping his hand under the waist band of your sweats, letting his fingertips rest on your clothed cunt.

“Really”he whispers, going for coy but he just looked hungry. “Didn’t know my girl was so needy”

There wasn’t much more time wasted talking as there was energy going into making sure you didn’t get caught. You isolated between pretending to sleep with your head on his chest to cover your face and inevitably needing to come up for air by pretending to stir restlessly.

and Jisung wasn’t playing fair.

Your panties were all but forced to the side as he rubbed deep gentle circles on your clit. and it just made you all the more aware of sound. Hyunjin talking, Chan and Felix now deep into their own conversation, games coming from Jeongin’s phone and Minho occasionally dropping cutlery in the kitchen and cursing. You could also hear your own heartbeat and the squelching of your cunt as Jisung bullied two fingers inside you, resulting in a strangled grunt and biting his shoulder. your stomach dropped and your blood ran cold but Jisung didn’t stop. Instead he curled his fingers just right in the way that had you wanting to crumple right there. his other thumb found his way to your clit and you were panting in his ear desperately trying to find the words slow down. Your head was thrown over his shoulder and all you saw was the hardwood floor, the dining room table and the glint of the kitchen light seeping in. your thighs were burning and you couldn’t tell whether you were chasing the pleasure or running away from it. and Jisung has the nerve to look unphased. his eyes were focused on the documentary and he was even engaging in Hyunjin’s pointless debates on modernism and whatever the fuck Picasso did and you have tears in your eyes from trying so hard not to make a sound. Jisung is hard, you can feel it, you know he’s getting off to it and the minute he hears a sniffle and feels your tear on his cheek, it’s over. You’re shifted a little bit to the left, he spreads your legs a bit wider and he’s thrusting his fingers into you with abandon. His face is still perfectly neutral while you’re falling apart just out of everyone’s line of sight.

Well, almost everyone.

You hear the hardwood floor creak just barely as Minho pads back in. In a state of panic your eyes shoot up and meet his, teary and damn near crossing. He goes to speak, he tilts his head, and he stops in his tracks. you’ve never made such intense eye contact with Minho before, it’s like you can see every thought run across his eyes in real time and fuck you’re still crying. they darken significantly before they settle on a sick understanding that has you feeling nauseous and hot and clenching tight around Jisung’s fingers. Minho’s eyes never leave yours and you almost feel like this was planned in a way. You wanna ask, but before you can Jisung is pinching your clit and you’re cumming around his fingers with an aborted cry. mid way through your high you realize the hand around your mouth is smaller than usual and the one petting your hair has sharp nails that Jisung doesn’t.

It’s Minho announcing that he’s back that finally gets everyone’s attention. The boys seem to all snap out of their own worlds in tandem and welcome him back with varying degrees of enthusiasm. You’re just happy to have the attention fully off you for a bit because you’re still shaking and your eyes are red and-

“Hey y/n, you alright?”Felix asks with a worried pout. you don’t even have time to think about an acceptable answer before Minho is rubbing your head again, those same sharp nails tracing your scalp and saying.

“She’s alright, just got a little banged up from helping me in the kitchen”

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badgermolebender · 5 months

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I am a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of buddy comedies. And there are some fantastic fan works. And I have my own world of headcanon and thoughts. And one doesn’t even have to squint to see the subtext in Ruins of Empire. But what I love so much about Wuko is how well it works within canon and how well Wu and Mako actually fit together. Their character arcs and motivations blend together so well and they influence and care for each other in a way that I just think is really lovely.

Because Mako’s influence on Wu is fairly obvious and stated in the show. He’s there to help bring Wu down to earth and help him be ready to take over the Earth Kingdom. He’s the first person to treat Wu as a person and not royalty or fame and really makes him question his beliefs and values. And Wu relies so heavily on Mako in Book 4 and is so explicit in his affections.

But Wu is also so good for Mako and really compatible with his characteristics and arcs. Arguably the most important, or at least most obvious, character trait of Mako’s is Mako as protector. He raised Bolin and kept him alive on the streets. He joined a gang to protect Bolin. He did probending to have money to protect Bolin. His main motivation throughout the show is to protect the people he loves, the city he loves, and the rest of the world — in that order. I think his need to protect is one of the big things that led to the downfall of his relationships with Korra and Asami. For him, caring for and loving someone means protecting them — in a way that Korra and Asami did not need. But if you pair him with Wu, who not only needs but also wants this protection, then he’s not going to be in a place where he’s constantly undermining the independence and ability of his partner.

But even beyond that, Wu is a really good partner for Mako. Korra (and Asami to a lesser extent) showed care for Mako the same way Mako did for her, and in consequence they undermined and undervalued each other. But Wu takes care of Mako in a different way than Mako takes care of him. Forcing him to relax with smoothie breaks and encouraging him to talk and (and I can’t emphasize this enough) listening to his advice and opinions. Wu lets Mako give him advice and actually listens to his thoughts, something that Korra just didn’t do when they dated (not Korra slander — Book 2 was a lot). So even while Wu clings and plays damsel in distress, he lets Mako be more than his role as protector, without demanding that he abandon that core part of his identity.

And I just think that’s really neat. There aren’t many other non-canon ships that I think are so compatible within canon. Even with how underdeveloped Wu’s character is in Book 4, I think their characters work unbelievably well together. They just fit and lift each other up.

#king wu #prince wu #avatar #avatar last airbender #lok #mako #wuko #mako x wu #inherent eroticism of buddy comedies #avatar legend of korra #avatar the last airbender

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a friend of mine said that the environment would be better if everyone lived in cities and basically left the rest of the natural world alone... i felt like there was something wrong with that argument but i really dont know enough about it to have a real point against it. i might be biased though cause i love being around nature and want to be able to live rural without killing the environment? idk im just wondering if she's right and how to live in a way that isnt negatively impacting the world

love your blog btw, it's been the thing that's helped me understand ecology for once

the idea that humans Are Bad for the ecosystem—not that particular activities or practices have particular negative effects, that just humans existing harms the environment—is in fact the worst idea ever

I mean, first of all, where does your friend think food comes from?

"Food" is one of the problems. It's one of a lot of problems. Some other problems include "all other natural resources besides food" and "human rights."

It's not just your friend, this kind of thing has been suggested in varying ways by self identified "leftists" a bunch of times, and I genuinely hope they're mostly random laypeople who can't really be expected to know more than they can learn from being terminally addicted to Twitter, because otherwise I will call them "dumber than a sack of hammers" in those exact words.

No offense to your friend. Your friend is a laypeople. And sadly, non-experts end up with ass-backwards ideas about how conserving the environment works, because of all this commonplace nonsense about humans being a cancer upon the planet. I'm not angry about those people, just sad.

But my serious answer is—The world's most intact and best managed ecosystems are found on land owned and managed by Indigenous people, who do what with the land?

LIVE ON IT.

And these groups of people learned to manage and care for the land how?

BY LIVING ON IT.

Conventional (white, Western) intuition holds that human management of an ecosystem should reduce biodiversity, but what science shows—I mean what study and observation and data and more study and more observation and more data shows—is that indigenous land management practices can do better than Nature can on her own.

I mean, for one thing, if you don't live in a place, you don't observe it every day. You don't see how the ecosystem and its inhabitants change over time. You can't learn about it, and therefore you don't know about it.

Disconnection from nature is ignorance about nature and ultimately apathy towards nature, and that's the worst and most disrespectful thing we can do.

And like I hope it's clear that even in the imaginary scenario where everyone lives in a city, even if this was possible (it's not), the city dwellers who are separate from nature are living a silly little lie. You're part of the ecosystem. Don't like it? Go become a rock in space.

The electrical signals moving through your brain right now are rays of sunlight that were soaked up by a plant that grew in dirt. Do you know fruit? Do you enjoy fruit? I enjoy fruit, I'm drinking a smoothie right now! That fruit y'all love so much was pollinated by a bug.

A bug did that for you! Because you're family! Because you're part of this world, because you belong to this intricate and ancient community of living things that need each other, that were shaped by evolution to need each other, and nature cannot abandon you.

But more on the cynical side of things, even if you don't know where the hell a berry grows or how, someone has to grow and harvest and ship that berry to you, someone who has to live somewhere, and you should care who is doing it and how they're being treated and paid, and ultimately you should want for them the same things you want for you.

Urban life is just rural life with extra steps my friend.

Like, @ all the "put everybody in cities" crowd, what is the plan here? Fancy ass indoor aquaponics systems notwithstanding, we're not technologically at a point where we can just, like, build giant multi-story factory buildings where we grow food under special lamps, and even being at that point wouldn't make it a good idea. With all the hype about solar power, you'd think people would look at plants (have been using solar power just fine for like a billion years) and think, "Neat how those things can just make food when you stick 'em in the sunshine."

I'm sorry, I'm never going to be psyched about technological innovations that are like "We took a plant and put it inside."

There is so much I could say here. The brainrot in the wake of "cottagecore" discourse where a bunch of well meaning white people got convinced that farming was racist. The idea that rural people are somehow more complicit in colonialism than urban people, and that rural land is, I don't know, landier than urban land, and the correct and moral thing to do if you live on stolen land is to....what? Live on land that has a protective layer of concrete in between it and your racist feet?

Land ownership is a whole fucked up beast, but you're not cultivating a non-exploitative relationship with land by living in a city. There's just extra steps in between you and the land.

"Homesteading" as seen on cottagecore boards on Pinterest has a lot of white supremacist wet dream mixed in, but listen: It is not only okay, but GOOD, to want to live in close relationship with the land, with the food you eat, with the trees and plants that fill your lungs when you inhale. It's IMPORTANT. It's VITAL.

What has to change is that this relationship can't be based on ownership and dominance. Ecosystem is community and that ain't it.

My ancestors were colonizers, the land I live on right now was violently stolen, the ecosystem that once was very carefully managed so that it flourished with life was ravaged, and I don't even know the names of most of the life-forms that ought to be here. What now?

You belong to the ecosystem that takes care of you. You can't wash your hands of this and run away.

I feel like I'm getting off topic, but it's very much on topic actually. What I hope for the future is that we would stop entertaining the silly little lies that imagine we can just...opt out of participation in something that is underneath our every footstep and in our every breath. It would make us feel pure, but it wouldn't be real.

I do think that forcing people off the land that is their home is bad, in general. I don't think those people have to be indigenous for this to be bad—and successfully claiming otherwise is a bit of conundrum, since as far as I know, the political and social phenomenon of indigenous identity has a lot to do with the being forced off your land thing.

Obviously people like me don't have the same deeply central cultural relationship to the land, but the "we should all just go live in cities and leave nature to itself" proposal implies that such relationships are unnecessary or even bad.

I've said this before but I find it weird when environmentalists accommodate indigenous ways of life in their visions of the ideal future as like...a special exception granted because it's like, the nice thing to do for a historically marginalized and violently oppressed group. Not because there is value or merit in those ways of life. Like "Oh I guess indigenous people should be allowed to hunt because it's part of their culture" ????? And it's part of their culture because...why?

Maybe because it's a sustainable way of doing things and has been for millennia???

Like don't listen to me, look at the research, indigenous folks participating in ecosystems and managing them worldwide know what they're doing and the rest of the world should be looking to them as examples. Key word here is participating, because you can't competently manage an ecosystem with your head all the way up your ass with the idea that you're somehow not part of it.

Humans aren't a cancer upon the planet. It's capitalism and colonialism. It's the practice of seeing the world as a disposable resource to be exploited.

Humans lived in the place I called home for 15,000 years. Within the past 200 years, almost every forest was razed to the ground, and almost every large animal extirpated or damn near to it.

"Humans" did that! These humans are so terrible!

But I have to remember.

There are descriptions of this place from before that, and they describe a lush, teeming heaven-like paradise that the adjectives provided by English trembled to capture, so perfect and bountiful that the observers assumed this land was never tainted by Adam's sin.

Humans did that, too.

#ecology

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Hi, Ro! First of all let me claim this 🐻 emoji can I? since I'm your anon fans haha. But it's true bcs I really adore your writing, they always made my day so thanks!

Sooo, I'd like to request an Ollie oneshot or imagine. I've my own prompt and plot if you're okay with it. Here is mine:

Ollie had been dating Y/N for couple of years but they kept it a secret from everyone. One day Ollie was doing a stream with his fans, he told Y/N about it and she planned to stay in the room so that she wouldn't be in the spotlight while Ollie was streaming. However, Y/N accidentally went to the room where Ollie was streaming bcs she couldn't find her stuff and the fans saw Y/N, then they started asking who Y/N was. Y/N tried to cover up about who she was bcs she worried Ollie would be mad, but Ollie did the opposite.

Ollie invited her to join the stream and did a go public. Y/N was scared bcs she was just a very ordinary british girl, she was just a nerd when most drivers tend to date someone famous, also everything was too sudden, she was afraid that Ollie's fans wouldn't like the idea of their fav driver already had a partner but Ollie comforted her, and they read those messages from the fans admired her beauty even supported their relationship. Maybe there's cute part when both of them answered some of fans questions about them.

Some prompt from me if you wanna use:

"She may look ordinary but I love her a lot, like a looooot. Also, my girl is bloody smart, soon to be my engineer!"

"See? They say you are beautiful! I know right?!"

"I love her bcs she makes the best smoothies in the world."

SORRY BCS IT'S VERY LONG BUT I JUST WANT TO WRITE WHAT'S IN MY HEAD BUT THE REST IS UP TO YOU. Thank youuu x

-anon🐻

Ollie Bearman- Why

a/n: first thank you so much that’s so sweet of you 🥹🥰 and yes ofc you can take that emoji! okay I LOVE the idea of secretive/protective bf Ollie! not that he doesn’t want to show you off, he 100% does, but he just doesn’t want the press to invade your personal space, etc. also I’m thinking childhoodfriend!reader… hope this is okay!

pairing: ollie bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

summary: you accidentally join ollie's stream causing you guys to go public with your relationship.

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,239

not my gif!

You and Ollie had been keeping your relationship secret for a while. You’d known Ollie your entire life, him being the perfect boy-next-door when you moved to Essex for your dad’s job. It was hard for you to adapt to your new school and environment, so you were always at Ollie’s house. He’d always been friendly and kind, and overall was a great person.

The few times you were out in public with Ollie after he got into F2, a few people noticed him and asked you to take their picture with him. It never bothered you; you were always happy that people recognized him for his hard work.

People remembered you as that one girl Ollie hangs out with. They saw glimpses of you, but no one knew that you two were together. You two had been dating for 2 and a half years, and things couldn’t be going better. You’d moved in together a few months ago, and were talking about getting engaged; he even suggested starting to look for rings.

“I’m gonna start streaming in like half an hour, okay?” “Okay.” “Okay. I love you.” “I love you too.”

Now you were sitting on you and Ollie’s couch, waiting for his livestream to be over. He told you that he’d be about an hour, which was normal for one of his streams. When he isolated himself into his room, you cleaned up a few things around the house, enjoying the quiet and peacefulness that echoed through the house. Ollie was always energetic and lively, but you needed some quiet time. Unfortunately without him, you were getting bored now. His livestream had gone on an extra twenty minutes longer than he said it would be.

Over the course of a few months, you’d picked up the hobby of crocheting. You had made little dinosaurs and flowers and gave them to your friends. Your current project was a brown teddy bear since Ollie’s birthday was coming up, but you couldn’t find it. You tore apart your room looking for it. It took you months to get the little feet right, and its hands. Then it hit you

You probably left it in Ollie’s room since he wanted you to stay with him last night.

“Baby please stay. You’re warm.” “You’re gonna fall asleep.” You chuckled. “That’s the point. Please, princess?” “Fine. Only ‘cause you’re cute when you’re needy.”

After he nodded off, you sneaked out of his room and grabbed his gift and sat in his desk chair, watching him sleep as you crocheted.

You looked around the floor, scanning for the half finished teddy bear. “Babe, have you seen my-”

“Y/N-”

“I swear it was right here.” You looked at Ollie who had wide eyes and a worried expression on his face, gesturing with his eyes towards the camera. He got up, trying to block your face from the camera.

“Oh crap.”

You glanced towards the screen, seeing the comments blowing up.

who is that??

is that his gf?

wait she looks familiar!!!

You rushed out of the room, swearing at yourself. You guys had been so careful about your relationship for the past few years, and now you’d gone and ruined it. You started pacing into the hallway, eventually ending up in the living room.

Oh shit. Oh shit. What had you just done? Ollie would be forever mad at you. You heard Ollie quickly excuse himself from the livestream, hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer. Oh god. You started to panic, your breathing becoming faster and your chest feeling heavy.

“Love?”

You only groaned in response.

“Hey. It’s okay.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Ol. Shit.”

“Y/N,” He sat down next to you, putting his arm around you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Y/N,” His voice was soothing and reassuring. “Just breathe, baby. It’s alright.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so sorry,” He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“Shh. It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

It’d been about a week since the incident, you and Ollie laying low for the first few days, then slowly getting back on social media. Ollie had reassured you that everything was going to be okay, which it was. After it wasn’t a sore subject anymore, he suggested a Q&A so people would get to know you a little better. To his surprise, you said yes. So here you were, sat in front of his camera.

“Hey guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Today we’ll be answering some of your guys’ questions.” He turned to you and wrapped his arm around you, giving you some support.

“Hi.” You’d felt a little anxious, since you never had been much of a vlogger or a YouTuber, so it was all new territory for you. You started reading the comments to yourself, and to your surprise they were actually really nice. You’d heard horror stories of drivers’ girlfriends getting death threats and whatnot.

Wait she’s actually really pretty

Aww they’re so cute!!!! 🥰🥰

#imgonnabealoneforever

I love your hair!!!

The way he looks at herrrrrrr. God 😭🥹

If he looked at me like that i’d melt on the spot ngl

You giggled at some of the comments, letting Ollie take the reins as he answered questions about him in the Ferrari Academy. You got more comfortable as you listened to him talk about driving, as some of the questions veered towards your guys’ relationship.

how long have you guys known each other?

First date storytime!!!! please!!!!

One question in particular caught your eye: Why did you hide your relationship for so long?

“Honestly, it was Ollie,” You answered honestly. “Guess he didn’t want me revealing his deepest darkest secrets during parties and events. I get chatty when I’m nervous,” You explained.

“No,” He said, hugging you closer to him. “Just didn’t want the press getting to you, love.” He placed a kiss on your temple

do you have a job/career? If so what is it??? <3

“Oh, well actually, I’m in school right now, but I’m aiming to be an engineer.”

“My smart girl!” He said, pinching your cheek.

“Ow.” You said, swatting his hand away. You chuckled at him, smiling at him.

You both answered a few more questions, laughing and making fun of each other until you both stopped and read the same one:

just curious, r u guys thinking long term? I love u guys btw!!!

“Oh, um,” You looked over at Ollie, seeing how he was going to answer the question. He did the same.

“I think so. I really like her, so-”

“Actually, I kinda hate you, baby. I forgot to tell you.” You joked.

You guys said good-bye to the fans and ended the livestream and decided to watch a movie.

You were laying with Ollie on the couch. For some reason you’d still felt guilty about what happened.

“You okay? You’re so tense all of a sudden.”

“I’m sorry about the whole livestream situation, honey,” The words came out on their own. “I know you didn’t want our relationship to come out like that.” You said, looking up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay my love. I know it was an accident. No need to apologize,” He leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead.

You looked back at the screen, feeling the stress leaving your body.

“Honey?”

“Hmm?”

“What were you looking for, anyway?”

“Oh, um, you’ll find out soon enough."

#fanfiction #formual 1 #formula 2 #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #ferarri #formula one #prema racing #ferrari academy #carlos sainz f1 #charles leclerc #arthurleclerc

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borathae · 2 years

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“Your husband has the perfect remedies against the boredom on long flights. Snuggles, neck kisses and his pretty cock pounding into you. Sounds like fun? Very much so.

Alternatively: The story of the night where you and your husband finally managed to get pregnant.”

Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x CEO!Reader

Genre: Married Life!AU, Smut

Warnings: subby!Taehyung, dom!Reader, Madam kink, public sex in their private plane, trying to stay quiet, making out, grinding, thigh riding, fumbling hands, riding him, cumming inside, mentions of chastisty, mentions of car sex, slightest humiliation kink, talks about trying to get pregnant, impregnation kink, they’re so in love & so horny & are just so ready to be parents :(

a/n: This the night the ihyily!couple finally managed to get pregnant. They like to say that it happened during their holiday in Paris, but nope, those two horndogs got pregnant on a plane. We love to see it 😌 I hope you guys enjoy it, cause I had a lot of fun writing it 🥴💜

“Come on Tae, or else we are going to miss it!” you call over the hundreds of scurrying people in the massive departure hall so your husband would be able to hear you.

His nervous eyes peek over the silver frame of his glasses, sending you a silent apology. He tightens the grip around the handle of his leather bag before finally starting to run, trying his hardest not to bump into strangers’ shoulders.

You and him are running late. Again.

You have no idea what it is with you and airports, but each time you and Taehyung find yourselves in one, you seem to run terribly late. At least he wasn’t distracted by playing Candy Crush this time around, which doesn’t mean that you were running any less late.

Mister Choi has already called you three times, informing you of your tight schedule. It wasn’t a leisurely flight you and your husband would take today. As a matter of fact it was a very important business flight to the far away city of Paris. Your company has finally branched into Europe and as the official CEO, you found it only appropriate to be present for its launch. Taehyung insisted on coming with you. You and him had terribly busy schedules and barely saw each other lately, so he suggested he accompany you so you and him could spend time together and have a few lovely days in Paris. You said yes of course, because spending time in Paris with your husband sounds like a romantic dream to you.

Taehyung reaches you with his arm extended so you can fetch his hand mid-run. You do, intertwining your fingers with him and tugging him down the crowded hall.

Once finally having boarded your private jet, you let go of his hand to brush a strand of fallen hair from your sweaty forehead. You plop down on your seat, slipping out of your shoes to rest your feet on the comfortable seat.

“Why are we always ordering from this smoothie stand? It’s the fourth time and we never learn”, you say, eyeing the paper cup, which holds the pink beverage.

Yes, you went to the same smoothie stand. The one, which almost made you late for your honeymoon. Yes, Mister Choi sent you a look when he noticed that you did. Yes, you and Taehyung were slightly embarrassed by your continuous mistake.

Taehyung sits down beside you, taking off his shoes to lounge comfortably. His hand is on your thigh, caressing it mindlessly.

“But in the end we are always on time”, he says, raising his finger.

“True that. I still never want to go through this amount of stress ever again”, you say, taking a sip of the sweet smoothie afterwards. It tastes like raspberry and banana with a faint aftertaste of coconut. It's delicious and enough to make up for the exhausting running.

The plane takes off ten minutes later and you use the first two hours of your flight to catch up on sleep. You wake to your husband watching a show on his laptop. It was a cartoon about two dogs exploring the world together and it makes Taehyung giggle each time he watches it.

“Mhm morning”, you mumble, drawing closer to your husband to cuddle into his arm, "you're watching your show again, nice."

Taehyung turns his head and smiles.

“Morning, did you have a nice nap?”

“Mh-hm”, you nuzzle into him, “maybe a little too nice, I’m so out of it.”

He chuckles, “you look like it”, he says and kisses your forehead.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask mid-yawn, which shows Taehyung the back of your throat.

He sticks his finger into your mouth, forcing you to gasp and bite down instinctively. You move back, giving him an annoyed look.

“Tae, don’t do this.”

“Hehe”, he giggles boyishly, turning his attention back to the cartoon afterwards.

It is halfway into the flight when Taehyung seems to grow bored. Your staff is in the front of the plane, shielded from your view and ears. Most of them are probably sleeping as the plane is dead silent. The folding door to your little area is closed, giving you and him even more privacy and a sense of coziness.

You are working, looking through all the documents you need for the launch of your company’s outpost. Taehyung was playing Candy Crush before, but puts down his phone to draw closer to you.

He rests his arm around your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Taehyung”, you warn, knowing his moves very well. He did them a million times before, so it was very obvious to you what he was trying to achieve right now.

Sexy times. The answer was sexy times.

He nuzzles and sniffles.

“You smell so good”, he whispers, running his fingers up and down your side.

“Don’t do that”, you mumble, shaking him off.

He whines, chasing you.

“Please don't push me away, I’m so cold”, he whines, closing the distance between the two of you by wiggling his leg between your own.

He wraps his arms around you, rocking you from side to side whilst pouting at you. Your heart warms at his gentle touch and cute face, but you are trying your hardest to keep a straight face.

“I’m working Taetae.”

“Please don't work”, he whines, leaning closer to press a kiss to your cheek, “I promise, I’m more fun”, another kiss to your cheek, longer than before, “please?” he whispers before pressing a kiss to your neck.

Your eyelids threaten to close, your fingers fighting the urge to reach out and hold him.

“Taehyung, we aren’t alone”, you say, trying your hardest to keep your focus on the documents. It is getting very hard to do so. Your husband is a sneaky master of seduction.

“They won’t disturb us”, he says resting his cheeks on your shoulder, his eyes closed, “you are nothing less than a queen in my eyes and you deserve to be treated like one”, he insists, making you roll your eyes fondly.

“You’re such a sweet talker.”

He purrs, dancing his lips up and down your neck.

“Also”, he whispers, lips brushing against your ear, “I am going to make it so enjoyable for you, I promise “, he adds, taking your earlobe between his teeth to tug on it gently.

You shiver, messing up some of the words. With clammy fingers you try to fix your mistake, shivering again when Taehyung releases your earlobe with a needy moan.

“Oh really are you?” you say with a straight face.

“Mh-hm I am”, he rasps, giggling softly as he kisses down your neck.

You slide your hand between his legs, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. He looks up, his big eyes racing over your features. You knew of course that this gesture would totally throw him off. Your hand so close to his cock, resting between his thighs warm and heavy. He didn’t expect you to make such a move and because he didn’t, you did. It is always so much fun to fluster him. Taehyung may think that he is the greatest master of seduction, but he will still freeze up completely the moment you make an even sexier move on him.

You grin, keeping your eyes locked on the screen of your notebook. You don’t move your hand between his legs, you just keep it resting there.

“My love”, he whispers, voice shaking in excitement.

“Mhm?”

“Your hand…”

“Oh that? Don’t worry, I’m just warming it up. I’m not gonna do anything”, you assure him nonchalantly.

He squirms, letting out a needy mewl. But he wants you to do something. He doesn’t want to sit here and have your hand between his legs. He wants it down his pants.

"That's not cool."

You chuckle, but stay focused on your work. Typing becomes very difficult now that you have one hand between your husband's warm and ever so restless thighs. But this is a small price to pay for the absolute joy of his very obvious neediness.

He wiggles, nudging you with the tip of his nose, “pssst, darling?”

“Yes Tae?”

“Do you want to make out?”

You chuckle, cocking up an eyebrow at him, “you want to make out? Here?”

“Yes, here”, he whispers, staring at your lips rather obsessively.

“But…you know what this does to you”, you draw closer to his crotch, “you think you can handle it?”

“Y-yes, please kiss me”, he begs, breathing heavily. He is so much fun, you haven’t even touched him properly yet and he is already panting.

"I don’t know Tae...what if you can’t?"

"I can, please I can. Please."

Truly he is so much fun to rile up.

You let out a very obvious fake sigh of annoyance, "fine, if I can work in peace afterwards", you put your laptop aside and finally turn to look at him. He is gazing at you with desperate eyes, groping your tits with eager hands. He knows that he is allowed to do this and sees no shame in abusing this privilege to the fullest.

“No sounds, you hear me?” you warn, making him nod his head vigorously, "I can't hear you."

"Yes, I understand", he rasps.

You smile, tracing his parted lips with your thumb, “good boy”, you coo, pulling him into a kiss afterwards.

He moans, letting you take control instantly and parting his lips for your tongue. You dart it out cautiously, tracing his soft lips at first. He tastes like the mint chewing gum he always chews on. He threw it into the bin mere minutes ago and you are sure that he only chewed it in hopes of a making out session.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, his fingers thread through your hair just the way he knows you like it. Gentle and careful at first, and needier and rougher when the desire in his stomach gets too much for him to handle. They are gentle at the moment, touching your skin lovingly and sending shivers down your spine. You pull back for a moment of breath, your foreheads are pressed together, your eyes closed.

“I love you handsome”, you whisper, stroking your thumb over his heated cheeks.

“I love you more sweetheart” Taehyung murmurs, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

You smile before kissing him once more. It is as gentle as before, both of your lips moving in perfect harmony. Soon passion starts to stir in both of your stomachs and you deepen the kiss. The signal that you can unlock your seatbelts has long stopped glowing above your heads and with the newly lost constriction, you climb on top of his lap, sitting down comfortably right beneath the dent in his pants.

He whines against your lips, his hands on your hips trying desperately to get you to scoot up those last few inches. He is burning up, aching for your weight on his cock.

“No sounds”, you rasp, giving his hair one gentle tug.

“S-sorry”, Taehyung presses out, chasing your lips until you kiss him again, now nibbling on his lower lip. Just feeling his racing pulse against your fingertips is enough to spur you on, to make you kiss him deeper. You want to explore every inch of his addicting mouth, want to make him whine desperately against your lips and make him squirm underneath you.

You twirl his hair between your fingers, earning yourself a throaty groan from him. His hips buck up, the movement enough to nearly move you where he wants you the most. On his aching cock, where you can grind down on him and make him cum in his pants, just like you did a few months ago in the backseat of his car. He was quite literally on a way to a meeting when you thought it appropriate to grind and grind and grind on his cock until he couldn’t help but cum with a guttural moan and shaking legs. And no, you were not nice enough to bring a set of spare pants with you, resulting in Taehyung having to hold his meeting in his cumsoaked pants and a stupid excuse of having spilled his beverage. You love to tease him about it every now and then. He pretends to hate it, always starting to pout and whine about how he just wants you to forget about it. That he was way too horny back then and that he wouldn’t have done that hadn’t he been so horny. But you know otherwise, he loves being reminded of it. You had to repeat it many times after that. He loves the thrill of it and the grin that it causes to appear on your face. Also the sex that comes with it afterwards. It is as if the reminder spurs something deep inside of you, a dark desire to humiliate the poor man and make him beg for your touch before making him cum so hard his eyes roll back and he sees stars. He loves it.

And he wants it. Now. He wants to feel you grind against his cock. He wants you to make him cum in his pants again and he has to run around in his ruined pants for the remaining flight.

He whines desperately, tightening the grip around your hips and trying to push you on top of his throbbing cock. For a second he thought himself to be successful, but then you stop kissing him, pulling your head back to look at him through hooded eyes and Taehyung knows that he didn’t even come close to moving you.

“Is someone trying to be disobedient right now? I said no noises", you warn, tugging at his hair just enough so his head tilts back to reveal his delicious neck. It moves in a sinful gulp, tempting you to cover it in hickeys. He is so perfect to look at.

“Please darling, I just wanna feel you”, he croaks, licking his lips.

You smirk, stroking the back of your hand over his heated cheek.

“And why should I grant you this wish?”

He tugs you closer.

“Because it feels so amazing.”

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.

He licks over his lips, “for, for you of course. I'll make, make sure that you will cum. I promise, please darling let me make you cum. Please”, he begs.

“You’re such a liar Taetae”, you coo.

His eyes race between yours, begging you silently to just give in and grant him this wish.

"This isn’t about me", you drag your nail down his chest, playing with the hem of his pants afterwards, “you just want to cum in your pants, hm?” you rasp into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe, “go on tell me.”

“Please”, he groans, “yes, I lied I-I want to cum in my pants. P-please my love.”

“I knew it”, you grin, kissing up his jawline, “it sounds intriguing”, you say.

He moans, melting into your touch.

“But I'm not convinced”, you say, looking up with a devilish smirk on your face.

Desperation glimmers in his eyes, his lips opening and closing in desperate search for the right words.

“Darling please”, is everything he chokes out before your lips silence him again.

You are kissing him harshly this time around, sucking and biting on his lower lip until it is tender. It earns moan after moan from the man beneath you. His hands are trembling on your hips, fighting the urge to pull you closer. You know he could overpower you, he has proven it time and time again when your tickling fights got out of control or he carried a heavy box without as much as batting an eyelash. He knows it too. But despite that, he stays still, daring only to massage your hips.

Soon your hips begin to move, changing between circles and up and down movements on his clothed thigh. You lessen the intensity of your kisses, the pleasurable feeling of your clothed core rubbing against his leg enough to draw breathy moans from your lips.

“Please, I want to feel that”, Taehyung whines, glancing down to where your core meets his thigh.

“I bet you do. It feels amazing”, you murmur, combing your fingers through his locks.

“It does? Don't do that to me please”, he whines, looking up at you with big puppy eyes.

You chuckle, cupping his flushed cheek.

“Please Madam, please I'll be so good”, he begs.

He is getting more desperate. His once calm hands grab your hips rather painfully, pulling you closer to his crotch ever so often. His desperate fumbling makes the muscle of his thigh flex involuntarily, the new feeling sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. A loud moan escapes your lips, loud enough to halt both of your movements.

You are staring at the closed folding door of your little cabin. It is made out of nothing but thin plastic, thin enough that you are sure everyone must have heard your little slip up.

"Taehyung", you hiss, "you made me mess up."

“I’m sorry, really sorry. Please don’t stop Madam please, you were enjoying this so much”, he begs, whispering the words into your ear. His voice is raspy, vibrating against your hand pressed to his chest. His hot breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The feeling is enough to dampen your panties with new arousal. He flexes his thigh in an attempt to make you move again, but your eyes sending him a warning glare is enough to make him stop.

“Behave”, you warn him before finally slipping off of his thigh.

“Madam”, he whines, pulling at your arm.

“I said behave. We can’t continue this, we'll have to wait until we're at the hotel”, you tell him, fighting his grasp playfully.

Taehyung looks at the small information monitor right next to the seat belt sign.

“But that's in literally ten hours”, he gasps, his shoulders sagging.

“You lasted for far longer than ten hours without cumming. I think you can manage."

There was another kink you and your husband tried out recently. Chastity. Taehyung read about how not ejaculating for a long time will enhance the fertility of a man's seed and because you and him were currently trying everything to get pregnant, he suggested holding out on sex for a few days to test out the theory. The theory - as you had already told him - turned out to be fake. But the enjoyment for the kink remained. Just a few days later, Taehyung came home with a beautiful metal chastity cage and a little necklace for your key. He managed to go a proud ten days and six hours before literally turning mad in neediness. Taehyung had tried to soften your heart and make you cum so hard you would take off the cage restricting his swollen cock four days earlier than arranged by fingering you in the middle of your office. After getting walked in on by one of your employees, one could imagine that his desperate wish wasn't granted.

And now you are careful with your public outbreaks of passion. Today was no different. Although today was laced with pretend. You really wanted his cock, but teasing him for a little is fun too.

“But what about you? Wouldn't it be nice if you could cum? I know how much you want to”, Taehyung tries to convince you. He travels his hand up and down your side, stopping at your hips to massage them.

“Taehyung”, you warn.

"Please", he begs, giving you his best puppy.

"No, no we can’t continue", you say and despite that you begin opening his pants, "seriously, the boy makes me mess up and expects me to continue. Have you no manners Tae?"

He whines, lifting his hips just so you can pull his pants down and finally free his aching cock. It springs free, throbbing in the ecstatic feeling of freedom.

"I can't continue this Taehyung. You are going to have to make me cum another way", you rasp, straddling his lap once again. You push your panties to the side and with the same hand force his perfect cock to breach your hungry pussy.

"Oh fu-", he gets silenced by your hand resting itself over his mouth.

"No sounds Tae, no sounds", you whisper, voice shaking in pleasure. You are struggling yourself. His cock is filling you out so well that all you want to do is scream in pleasure.

Thick and veiny, hard and throbbing, long and curved. His cock is quite honestly the best sextoy a woman can own. And fuck, it feels like ecstacy to know that you are the only woman in the world who has the privilege of owning it.

You pull your hand away, basking in the view of his blissed-out expression. His lips open, letting the smallest of moans escape. His hands are grasping your hips, helping you with your movements.

"It feels so good", you whisper, leaning closer to poke his nose with your own.

"I can't", he whispers, "i-it's so hard to stay quiet."

"Remember who wanted this Tae. You can do it, don’t give up now."

"Fuck, Madam", he whines, reaching up just to bury his fingers in your hair and pull you onto his lips.

He has to kiss you. If he wouldn’t, he would probably break into a million pieces. Your pussy feels so good.

Wet and warm, tight and pulsating, deep and oh so welcoming. He never told you, but nothing comes close to the way your pussy feels. Nothing. Truly nothing. Taehyung loves the feeling so much that now that he needs to stay quiet, it feels like torture to be fucked that good.

The kiss breaks just so he can choke out a moan.

"Hush Tae, not so loud."

"Then please s-slow down, it's so hard. I just wanna make a sound", he begs, playing right into your shared fantasy.

A married couple so horny for each other that they couldn’t control themselves and had to fuck right here and now. It is a nice fantasy, because it wasn’t even that far off from reality. You were married and you were way too horny, but you could have controlled yourselves. You just didn’t want to.

Quite frankly, you had been wet ever since you woke up. With Jiwoo's suggestion you started to take vitamins especially designed to help get pregnant and perhaps you are only imagining it, but ever since you did, you have been constantly horny for your husband. Maybe it is also all the creative and fun sex you and him are having on your journey of becoming parents, but goddamn you want him twenty four seven, three sixty five.

Today is no different. Riding him feels like ecstacy to you. The constant roaring of the plane is barely audible in your ears, all you are focused on are Taehyung’s soft moans and the slick sounds of his cock shaping your wet pussy.

"I can't get enough of you Tae, I don’t wanna slow down", you rasp, even going so far as to speed up your movements.

Taehyung trembles, retorting to biting down on his lower lip and whimpering.

"Holy fuck yes", you groan, making it even harder for him by giving him the most sinful of expressions.

Taehyung is obsessed with the way you look during sex. He always thinks that you are hot, but when he is balls deep inside of you and watches your face glow in pleasure, you look even hotter than normally.

"Madam", he croaks, feeling his cock swell inside of you, "Madam, I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet", you whisper, taking one of his hands to guide it to your clit.

He knows what to do. He slickens his thumb in his saliva and connects it with your swollen clit to rub quick circles on it.

Now you are the one struggling with your sounds, muffling them in his shoulder. Taehyung feels how your breath soaks his shirt in warmth before leaving behind a cold sensation.

"Oh god….Tae", you croak, clenching around him rhythmically. The new tightness helps with the sensations, enabling his leaking cock to grind against your favourite spots.

"Am I doing good?"

"Yes Tae, so good. Holy fu-", you suck on his neck instead, knowing very well that if you didn’t, you would be the one waking everybody up.

Taehyung mewls, squirming underneath you. It feels so good when you give him a hickey. He is so into it, so fucking into it.

"Close, so close", he gasps.

"Same, just keep going", you encourage him before dragging your lips up his face in sloppy kisses.

Taehyung gasps with each kiss, growing harder and harder the longer he has to hold back.

You have just reached his parted lips when Taehyung’s skilled thumb finally ticks you off.

"Holy fuck, now", you press out, kissing him in the last moment to muffle the ecstatic moan of your high hitting you. Taehyung swallows your sounds, kissing you back just as messily as you kiss him. He is aching. He can feel just how hard he is making you cum and all he can do is hold back and hope for one more second of strength.

You are still halfway gone in your high when you break the kiss to speak.

"Fill me up Tae, I wanna have your fucking babies."

"Oh M-Madam", he stutters and finally let's go, pumping you full of his cum while his body trembles in ecstasy.

Your kisses are the only thing keeping you and him from being loud. Quite frankly, you are only kissing to stay quiet. It feels so good. It feels so fucking good to orgasm and to know that maybe, just maybe, this time around it is finally enough.

You grow limp the second your shared high dies down, falling into his chest. His cock stays lodged inside of you, still surprisingly hard despite how intensely he just climaxed. Maybe he is trying to make sure your shared wish finally gets granted, perhaps however he just simply wants to stay close to you for as long as possible. Either way, you are happy that this is the way you and him calm down.

“I'm genuinely so in love with you”, Taehyung mumbles, defeated by his high, but feeling oh so happy.

"You're so cute", you smile, "me too Tae. I love you so much."

"Do you think we were successful this time around?"

"I don't know. Something tells me that we were."

He chuckles, "you say that about everytime we had sex."

"Yeah well", you giggle, "this time, I’m certain."

"Fine, then I'll believe in it too."

You were right. You and him were successful. But you'll only find out about your success four weeks and ten days from now.

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⚠️this post contains topics of sh, blood and depression. please read at your own risk :) reach out if you need help.

how the bau women react to you self harming

JJ-

this could be potentially triggering for JJ due to the trauma with her sister but she will instantly get to work.

“hey, hey,” she’ll whisper, crouching down to your level. she’ll wipe your tears with her thumb and let your heavy head rest in her hand. “can i have this?” she’ll ask, taking the harmful object off you and you’ll let her because her sweet voice was so gentle with you.

she’ll hold your shaking hands and silently search for something to help. when she figures it out, she doesn’t say a word, cleaning you up silently and kissing your forehead.

“i’m always, always here for you.” she’ll reassure you, holding you tightly in her arms. “don’t let me lose you.”

she knew she couldn’t make the same mistakes she did with roslyn, she wasn’t going to freeze on you.

emily-

at first, she’ll be shocked. then the understanding will dawn on her. suffering herself as a teenager, she’ll understand the pain and the need to do it.

“hey girlie,” she’ll say softly, caressing your hair. “do you think we can stop this now? for today?” she’ll ask, taking hold of the thing in your hand. you’ll shake your head, not ready too but she’ll hold it tighter.

“how about we go for some food, my treat?” she’ll suggest. “donuts maybe?” she’ll add - knowing that matthews distractions helped her.

“i don’t want donuts,” you’ll tell her sadly.

“that’s okay, just a movie night then,” she’ll smile. she cleans you up, being careful not to hurt you more and then wraps her arm in yours, taking you to her car. despite saying you didn’t want donuts, she’ll get them anyway- a long with smoothies and burgers. before spending the night with you, subtly telling you how needed and wanted you are in the world. how precious you are.

garcia -

garcia will sigh, seeing you in the state and her eyes will fill up with tears - knowing how much pain you were in.

“hey sugar plum,” she’ll say gently, planting a kiss on your head. “do you need some help?” she’ll ask- pulling out a little travel first aid kit from her bra. you’ll laugh slightly at the irony of it. and she’ll get to work. she’ll hold your shaking hands and sing the ‘if i were a fish’ song to you gently. she’ll clean you up like an expert and then sit with you for a little while. she’ll wipe your tears and offer a sleepover with kitten videos.

she’ll even take you to the local animal sanctuary where you can meet all of the spring babies. once in her arms, her strong hold, she’ll whisper in your ear.

“you’re loved by so, so many people. we adore you.” she’ll tell you. “you don’t need to hurt yourself, you have us,” she’ll kiss your cheek and you’ll nod. feeling safe in her arms was the best.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss head canons #emily prentiss x reader #emily #jennifer jareau head canons #prentiss #jareau #garcia #penelope garcia #jemily #garcia x reader #jj x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #imagine #how they would react #venus

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awakenthemusic · 7 months

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Photo Shoot (Part 1)

“A photo shoot, Sammy, really?” Dean scoffed. Bunch of spoiled-rotten, plucked and primped assholes running around making ridiculous amounts of money to stand around and smile into a camera like an idiot. No, thank you.

“C’mon, Dean, it makes sense. If you were a shapeshifter, wouldn’t you want to be the best-looking person in the room?” Before Dean could answer the question, Sam shot him an innocent look and said, “Oh, and did I mention they’re looking for a PA?”

Tags: Short fic, ~1,700 words, Destiel, Case Fic, UST

For Suptober 2023 Day 5 - Portrait

Part 2 here

Under the cut or on Ao3

*****

Dean’s headset hummed with chatter as he leaned against the wall and sucked down a bottle of water. The shoot wasn’t as much fun as a film set (no Craft Services for one thing, stupid model diets) but something still buzzed happily under Dean’s skin as he worked with the rest of the crew to bring the photographer’s vision to life.

Every two minutes, someone needed something new. Dean bounced from job to job, solving problem after problem, no time to worry, no time to think, just focused on the here and now and letting everything flow. He hadn’t felt so alive while doing anything other than slicing and dicing a monster in years.

Speaking of, Dean thought. I wonder how Sammy’s getting on with the case. He had stopped by to ask Dean something a couple of hours ago, but that had been right when Monica had had her tantrum and all hell had broken loose. Afterward, Dean had been too busy cleaning up the diva’s strawberry-açaí-whatever smoothie to pay much attention to what Sam had been saying.

Seriously, you’d think with how little these people were allowed to eat, they’d want to hang on to their food and not go throwing it around the studio...

A new voice in his ear caught Dean’s attention. “Where the hell are Ross and Penn? We can’t start the formal wear shoot without them.”

Looks like break time’s over. Dean was off again, radioing in as he walked toward the dressing rooms.

*****

The two models were nowhere to be found. The crew and assistants had canvased the entire studio and, if the two men had been here earlier, they sure as hell weren’t here now.

The photographer was livid.

“What do you mean they’re not here?” He fumed, his bushy mustache quivering with rage as his assistant cowered. “What am I paying you idiots for if you can’t even keep track of two lousy models?”

Suddenly, Cas stepped up next to Dean and asked quietly, “What’s going on?”

Dean turned, his scowl disappearing as he said, “Hey, Cas.”

Cas smiled softly. “Hello, Dean.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Sam left me a message this morning.” Cas stepped a little closer, lowering his voice to murmur below the photographer’s continued yelling. “You’re here hunting a shapeshifter?”

“Yep.” Dean swallowed, fighting through the tingly rush that always seemed to wash over him when Cas stood this close. “Sam thinks it’s one of the models.”

“Ah. I’ll get as close as I can,” Cas said, scanning the faces in the small crowd gathered around. “I should be able to spot the shifter easily.”

Cas’ gaze swung back around to Dean and, for a moment, all Dean could do was nod.

They stared at each other, oblivious to the world as the photographer ranted, “… anyone! Get me… Hey, you two!”

Sudden silence pulled Dean out of their impromptu staring contest. He turned to find the photographer and his assistant looking right at him and Cas.

Just in case there was any confusion who the photographer was talking about, he shouted, “PA dude and Trench Coat guy! Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted!”

*****

Twenty minutes of hair, makeup, clothes fittings, and light checks, later, Dean felt vaguely like he'd been put through a car wash without a car. The sheer number of people who had been involved with primping, pressing, and pinning him into the nicest suit he'd ever worn was impressive, if also mildly terrifying.

Now, he stood under the hot lights, ants crawling around under his skin as everyone in the room stared at him. Shit, where the fuck is Cas?

"Finally," the photographer, whose name was apparently Morris, said, glancing behind Dean.

The costume assistant shot past Dean grumbling something under their breath that sounded a lot like, "Goddamn shoulders."

Dean turned around, relieved that Cas was finally joining him, but his greeting died on his tongue. As soon as he caught sight of Cas, Dean's brain screeched to a sudden halt with an audible crash.

Goddamn shoulders was right. Cas was dressed in a black suit that clung to his body in all the right places. His shoulders looked wide enough to park the Impala on, his biceps bulged under the fine fabric of the suit's sleeves, and his thighs... oh, fuck, if his thighs were anything to go by, Dean might just die on the spot if he caught sight of Cas' ass.

Dean finally met Cas' eyes and shivered at the fire he found there. Apparently, the nice clothes were doing Dean some favors too. He swallowed, straightening up and telling himself that his mouth was only dry because of all the hot lights blazing from every angle.

Someone whistled low and Dean heard Morris say, "Yeah, I can work with that."

*****

Dean took back every bad thing he'd ever said or thought about models in his motherfucking life. Turns out 'standing around looking good and smiling for a camera' was a hell of a lot of work. Dean learned more about lighting and angles and makeup and hair products over the next couple of hours than he'd have thought possible, all while straining to contort and hold his body in unnatural positions, smiling until his face ached, and sweating more than he did digging up graves under the studio's bright lights.

At least Cas was right there with him. He even had the decency to at least look like he was just as miserable and sweaty as Dean was, though that might have had more to do with his ongoing attempt to blend in with humanity rather than an effort to keep Dean's morale up.

Among other things... Dean thought as he caught himself staring at Cas' ass in the latest pair of sinfully-tight suit pants. He chugged yet another bottle of water and stepped strategically sideways to help rearrange things in his own, tightening, pants.

"Alright, last set-up, people!"

Dean sagged in relief as he stepped up onto the slightly-raised stage the crew had been redressing and relighting. There was now some kind of sturdy long chair (what were those called? a chaise or something?) in the middle of the space along with several rugs and throw blankets, all in the same neutral color that all the sets had been in today, apparently 'to let the clothes pop!'

"Dan," Morris growled at Dean, still getting his name wrong. (Dean had given up correcting him after the first hour) "You lie back on the chair. Chase," He continued, (at least indiscriminate with his memory problems) turning to Cas. "You get on top of him like we talked about."

Dean froze, perched awkwardly on the edge of the chair as Morris' words registered. Say what now?

A very tired, very cranky, very red-faced Cas stomped up onto the stage, looking like heavenly fury personified, his patience ready to snap and smite every human who had dared to put him in this position in the first place. He marched over to Dean, manhandled him flat on his back on the chair without so much as asking permission, planted one of his knees in between Dean's, and leaned all the way into Dean's personal space, his hands on either side of Dean's head on the back of the chair.

Dean stared up at Cas' face from way too close for his own sanity, swallowed heavily, and desperately tried to convince his downstairs brain that this wasn't the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. Time seemed suspended for a long moment as Cas just hovered above him, ignoring Dean like they did this every day, as he stared at the people moving around them, waiting for them to finish the final light check.

Dean took a few unsteady breaths (through his mouth, Cas smelled way too good) and tried his best to relax and go with the flow. None of this mattered, not really. It was just some photo shoot, just another undercover job for a case, nothing to get excited about.

The crew finished the light check and Cas' eyes slammed into Dean's. Just another case, just another case. I'm sweating because the lights are too damn hot and this is just another case.

The photographer took shot after shot, calling out minute changes to their position several times as the shutter clicked. "Looking great, guys. Cash," Morris called out to Cas again (at least he was closer this time.) "Ready for you to make your move."

Dean had a split second to wonder what the hell that was supposed to mean before Cas reached down, grabbed hold of the tie that was knotted loosely around Dean's neck, and pulled, yanking his head up off the back of the chair. Dean's entire torso lifted off the seat until he and Cas were suspended over the chair, only an inch or two separating them. Dean gasped, his hand flying up to grip Cas' shoulder, as his face stopped within inches of Cas', their eyes locking together.

All thought of this being just another case flew out of Dean's mind. From this close, he could see the moment that Cas' pupils dilated, the sparks that had been flying back and forth between them all afternoon suddenly igniting in a crackle of electricity in the air between them.

"Gorgeous, guys! Hold it right there," Morris sang out happily as Dean's brain melted out of his ears, every thought in his head turning to static as Cas held him close. Close enough that all either one of them would have to do is tilt their head...

"Perfect!" Morris shouted, shaking Dean out of his stupor. "That's all for today, folks. Good work, everyone!"

#suptober23 #destiel #fanfic #fanfiction #spn #supernatural #myfics

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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that feature DILF Harry. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) You Make My Heart Beat Like The Rain | Explicit | 6611 words | Sequel 1 | Sequel 2

"You're stunning, eh?" Harry whispers, his Canadian accent thick with lust. It usually slips out when he gets horny because he knows it turns Louis on. Harry presses his lips into the curve of his neck. His hot breath makes Louis shiver. He opens his eyes and sees Harry's bigger, tattooed arms wrapped around him, completely engulfing his smaller frame—and, fuck, maybe he is up for it.

Why does his boyfriend have to be such a fucking DILF? He blames it on a twitter thread he read a few weeks ago.

2) Coldest With The Kiss, Nice With The Cream | Mature | 11136 words

Louis has a thing for older guys, no one knows why but he just does.

Harry is a lonely dad.

And oh, Damien loves yellow a little too much.

3) Give So Much (Not Enough) | Mature | 24610 words

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

4) My End And My Beginning | Explicit | 24749 words

When Louis starts as an intern at a new company, he becomes particularly fond of the boss’ five children. And maybe the boss himself as well.

5) I’ll Find A Home Inside Your Heart | Explicit | 25808 words

In awe Louis stared up at him, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “I don’t usually make it a habit to go on dates with my clients,” he breathed.

Harry grinned, his touch light as he carefully swept a strand of hair out of Louis’ eyes. “Make an exception for me?” He asked cheekily, chuckling when Louis rolled his eyes.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Louis snorted and let Harry link their fingers together where they rested on the countertop. Finally, a shy smile crept onto those pretty pink lips of his and with his hands on his hips, Louis jut his chin out. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

Of course, Harry didn’t need to be asked twice.

6) Sedative Duty. | Explicit | 46588 words

Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press, Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.

7) Somebody To Love | Explicit | 51471 words

A hesitant fist hovers, ready to knock on the hard surface, when suddenly the door swings open revealing a small child with a huge smile plastered on her face.

“You’re here, finally!” She beams up at him, haphazardly brushing her orange hair away from her eyes.

He can’t help but let a grin fill his face at her anticipation. Bunching his pants at his ankles, he crouches down to her level. “You must be Margret.”

“Actually, only my daddy calls me that when I’m in trouble,” she explains with an assertive tone. “So you can call me Margo.”

“Well, Margo, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Louis.”

8) This Is How You Fall In Love | Explicit | 53538 words

When Harry Styles' 16 year old daughter dragged him along to see her favourite artist, Louis Tomlinson, in concert, the last thing he had expected was to be invited backstage. Unaware his life was about to change forever.

9) The Bachelor | Explicit | 53953 words

“Don’t tell me, you’re Lola,” Louis pointed at the little girl and she crowded her father’s leg shyly, sticking her thumb in her mouth.

Harry chuckled lightly and cupped the back of her head with a large palm, his calloused hands catching the fine strands of her hair.

“She’s shy,” Harry told him. “Plus you swore mighty loud…M'Harry by the way,” he stuck his free hand forward, his diction belying his way of life- slow and casual.

The somewhat dainty-looking loud-mouth flicked a look to his hand, then back to his face. Harry waited patiently for him to take it.

“Louis,” he finally shared, clasping Harry’s hand with his smaller one and giving it a gentle squeeze, placing his other over the top of both of theirs. “Tomlinson,” he added. “I’m your personal assistant,” he added.

10) Ever I Saw | Explicit | 58342 words

Daisy Road Ranch. A place for those in need to receive the help they deserve, even when they may not believe it. A place where they don’t have to fear what, or whom they left behind. A place where they can find themselves, or find a different way of coping with their issues. Daisy Road Ranch. A therapy ranch for those who’ve been abused.

Louis needs to find himself again. Harry wants to help. Can they find their way?

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp fic recs #dilf harry

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neotriobrainrot-reborn · 6 months

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Symbiote Feenie au Incorrect Quotes

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Molly: “Feenie, what in the everlasting *&$# is that?”

Symbiote!Feenie reaching for the door with a tendril: “A smoothie!”

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Symbiote: “I think we can be evil, as a treat”

Feenie: “We?”

Symbiote: “We :)”

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Symbiote: “Someone will die”

Feenie: “…Of fun!”

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Feenie: “Do you know how many bones the human body has? It’s 206. We start with 369 when we’re babies but they fuse. Wouldn’t you want to go back? Have as many bones as a baby? What if we could help you?”

The Wolf: “Haha what the fuck—”

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Molly:

Panik: Feenie is late to school

Calm: She makes it to school

PANIK: SHE ISN’T WEARING HER BELL ACCESSORIES

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Symbiote: “Are you awake?”

Feenie: “No, please allow us to sleep”

Symbiote: “What if you never end up learning magic and you stay worthless for the rest of your life, and your grades start slipping to the point where you somehow become less than worthless, and you end up failing to save the world and effectively dooming your friends to certain death at the hands of an immortal sorceress, and your even more useless for your friend because a criminal did more for her home situation in the span of a week with two meetings than you did in two years with the countless amount of times you’ve hung out with her and your afraid about what that says about you, and …”

Feenie: Wide Awake

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Feenie: “This is the worst day of our life”

Symbiote: “This is the worst day of our life so far!”

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Feenie’s dad: “What do you have there?”

Feenie: “A Knife!”

Feenie’s Dad: “NO—“

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Trixie: “Uh Feenie— did your lose your bells?”

Feenie: “Unfortunately yes…”

What actually happened…

Feenie trying to shake the bells off her hair after hearing them with the symbiote:

“OUR EARS ARE IN AGONY WE'RE DYING PLEASE ANYONE HELP US AAAAAA ARE THESE THR FOUL BED BUGS TRIXIE ALWAYS WARNED US ABOUT??? OUR HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE PLEASE ARDIUGLGUKY0BXTFTDI—”

#epithet erased #epithet erased au #spiderman 2 ps5 #spiderman symbiote #phoenica fleecity #fungireborn.post #incorrect quotes

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princessprettyprivilege · 2 years

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Script Your Desired Life -Part 1-

I was worried the post would be too long to read in 1 sitting, so I decided to publish it in parts because I miss my blog :(

Y’all. I love making subliminals, blockage removals and boosters for myself, but sometimes I want to dramatize and exaggerate my current life. I’m tired of wanting to drown myself out of my current life and watch other’s realities on shows or what they show online.

Now, I’m bored of *that* attitude. I always want to be in euphoria.

💎 Exaggerate, exaggerate, EXAGGERATE, your daily routine!

Before Dawn

If I wake up around and unable to fall back asleep, I’ll have a handful of organic blueberries and a shot of cold brew to wake myself up. I have an early morning class and falling back asleep will throw my schedule off.

In the Morning

Instead of “I wake up excitedly at 5AM,” it’s, “I step out of bed into my cutest house shoes with the sound of my waterfall white noise machine cascading me into a 5:00 morning. Vitamins? In my greens. I already have on under eye masks and a glass of whole starfruit juice for an energy boost. Am I in the mood for more fruit juice, iced coffee or cold brew? Cold brew, then decaf for the rest of the day.

“I am feeling the beneficial effects of coffee every millisecond”

I can’t wait to use my rich b— Breville with my homemade, toasted croissants covered in honey butter with my espresso accidentally tasting the same since I did dip it in. Does white chocolate espresso and honey butter croissants taste weird together to anyone else?

I’m going to have perfect marks when I go back to school. My commute is a breeze & my morning dragonfruit smoothies make the experience even better.

It’s not the writing that should be exaggerated as a point, that’s only being more descriptive. Play a sparkling noise as you wash your face, study, anything! You’re the character you dreamed of.

⚠️ Be ready, this will feel out of body ⚠️

When I feel out of body, I have unlimited amounts of energy, confidence and clarity.

Exaggerate your morning by applying the perfect lacquer you have on your nightstand to stand up tall, a continental breakfast in bed, pulling out your perfume and makeup book to layer your scents. Sheesh, buy an electric kettle for early morning tea.

For dreary days, script a contingency plan such as drinking hot cinnamon tea or mango boba, applying siren makeup with sparkly blues & greens, leaving early to where you need to be, bubble wrapping your personal coffee/tea cup to be used in public. For example, “Rain never showers the same. I look out of my window in wonder with my favorite rain shoes on and how easy my trip will be, but enough daydreaming.

💍💍 Allow yourself to be inspired by parts of your personal favorites that scare you.

What is my favorite color(s)? Wellll, society is telling me my favorite color is pink because periwinkle is unusual for a woman like me. No ma’am???

For example’s sake, I drive a Ford Fusion. Not anymore. I drive a Tesla Model Y to university.

💎💎💎 Now, EXAGGERATE your habits & favorites. Ask yourself why you are really afraid of expressing yourself to the fullest. Is it because you’re worried about how you’ll be perceived in other’s conscious minds? Is the attention you’ll garner frightening?? Or exciting?

You love perfumes? Try ouds with other fragrance mediums to layer your scents like a plush throw on a mattress.

Separate your perfumes by sexiness, sweetness and mellowness.

I love getting my lashes done. Go above and beyond your usual options such as classic, hybrid and volume for styles such as cat eye, glamorous, *more/less fans*, a dollop of color, dramatic bottom lashes or lash lifts with bottom lashes.

I craft inspire lists. These are items I buy at 1 time as a routine shopping day. Wishlists and dream items are banned from my vocabulary.

✨✨✨✨ Play your unconscious conscious’ mind games. You know what you really want. Your unconscious conscious’ mind’s world is your fantasy land. Unshackle yourself from self limitations of not being good enough or less disciplined to complete your goals due to your upbringing.

If you lay in bed hours after you’ve woken up, questioning why you won’t get up when you have the energy to get out of bed, write in your script, “I am making omniscient decisions about my life at the speed of the multiverse,” with, “I have unlimited energy and storage for processing ideas for my life [at the speed of the multiverse],”

If you have to ask yourself if you're 110% in control of your life, you haven’t forced your free will entirely.

Go speak your entire mind when your reputation is questioned in front of others.

Be Luxury, Live Luxury.

#princesskhalyiah #high maintenance #femininity #expensive taste #high standards

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Pretty In Pink

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: You tag along with Florence to Italy while on the mini vacation she asks you to be her date to the Valentino event.

| Just pure fluff | 1.1K |

AC: I’m NEVER going to recover from this look! I’m so proud of her for saying fuck it! Agh, this woman has me in such a hold!!!!!!

*This is a request from my old blog*

“Florence Pugh and Y/n Y/L/N dating?” has been the headline for months now, ever since the two of you were caught grabbing a smoothie together after a workout. Little did the world know that the two of you have been dating in secret for almost a year now. Florence asked you to come to Italy with her before she started filming Dune Part 2. You jumped at the idea of spending some more quality time with your girlfriend before the months ahead would fill her schedule.

“Look at you” Florence looked you up and down, admiring your summer dress. “You like?” you smirked. “Like? I love!” she smiled before kissing you. She smiled against your lips before she went to pull away, “no, more” you whispered. “You want more?” she replied before kissing you again, you pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

“What was that for?” she smirked as you both pulled away for air.

“I just like kissing you whenever I want” you smiled, arms still wrapped around her waist, hers around your neck. “You’re so beautiful” you looked into her eyes completely and deeply in love with the woman you hold. You kissed her again, more gently this time. “Be my date to this Valentino event” she said against your lips. You pulled back a bit and looked her slightly confused. “But aren’t you worried about the whole world knowing about us?” you questioned knowing her past issues with the public and their issues.

“I want the whole world to know how lucky I am to have you by my side” she said.

“You’re serious about this”

“I am, baby I want them to know. I don’t care what people say or think” Flo explained, playing with the back of your neck.

“Okay” you smiled and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, “I’d need to find an outfit though, I didn’t exactly bring anything” you added. Florence smiled widely “leave it to me” she said before hugging you tightly.

You knew Florence was going to attend the event and you opted for a relaxing few hours in the spa bath before she asked you to join her. You were excited to stand by her side at an event for the first time. She spoke to her stylist, and they managed to find you some options to pick from. Florence had mentioned to you that she’d be wearing a pink dress, but she never described the dress or anything else too you, so it wasn’t a surprise that most of the options you had were black clothing.

You were relaxing on the large bed you and Florence had been sharing for the past few days, reading a true crime novel when she entered the bedroom. “Are you ready to start getting ready?” she asked you, throwing herself on the bed. You marked your page and closed the book. “Nope” you said playfully.

“Oh no” she chuckled as she sat up and moved closer to you, “how could I ever convince you?” she whispered before you felt her lips on yours again. “Mhm, this could work” you smiled between kisses. You pulled her onto you, she now straddling your hips and she pulled away and looked down at you with a smile. Your hands resting on her hips.

“How did I get so lucky?” she asked. “More like how did I get so lucky?” you replied. Florence bent down and kissed you once more. “We really need to get ready baby” she whispered. “One more?” you asked with a soft smirk. She kissed you again then got off you and pulled you up with her. She grabbed you behind her into the main room where the stylist, hair and make-up team awaited. They took Florence into another room and worked their magic even though to you she never needed it, but you liked the fact she loved getting all dressed up.

A few hours went by before you were given the “We’re done” comment. You thanked everybody for their hard work and waited for Florence to remerge from the bedroom.

“I’ll be out in a moment my love” she called. “Take your time baby” you called back. Nerves slowly starting to take place. The main room was silence while the team packed up their belongings, you gave them a helping hand.

“Are you ready?” Florence called. You smiled to yourself, “whenever you are angel” you replied. The sound of the door opened the moment she stepped into the main room your jaw dropped to the floor. She twirled as you admired her. “Oh my god” the words left your lips as your eyes followed from her feet to meet her eyes. “What do you think?” she smiled.

“Baby, you look” you shook your head slowly, “you look like a damn princess my god” you smiled. You noticed her blush. You were truly lost for works. “It’s not too much?” she asked. “Absolutely not!” you assured her “twirl again” you said. She gave you another twirl, “you’re so beautiful” you walked cover to her. The pair of you completely forgot the team that around you, to you it was just you and her.

Gently you placed your hands on her hips again. Her beautiful green eyes looking to your soul almost, “Flo” you whispered. “Yes baby?” she gave you a soft smile. “I love you” you said in a serious tone. The first, I love you. Florence’s smile widened, “I love you” she replied before kissing you deeply. The flash of a camera broke the kiss making the two of you remember you’re not alone in the room. You both chuckled before looking at the camera.

Florence thanked her team and then joined you in the lobby to make your way to the event. Any nerves you had no longer existed. Florence held your hand tightly as the car pulled up to the event. “Kill em baby” you kissed her cheek after stepping out of the car.

“Oh no, you’re coming with me” she smiled grabbing your hand once more and leading the two of you to the backdrop.

“Lovely to see you, Florence!” the photography who has taken her photo many times before greeted her. “Thank you, you too” she smiled. The two of you posed for a few shots before taking your seat together. The show started but you couldn’t take your eyes of the woman in pink beside you.

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The morning came along, you checked your phone like normal but this time, the trending topic read “World’s hottest new couple, Florence Pugh & Y/n Y/L/N confirmed!” you smiled at the headline before you felt Flo’s arms wrap around your waist, “good morning” she whispered before kissing your head, “what’s got you so smiley?” she wondered.

“You” you replied with a soft smile before turning around to face your lover. She brushed the loose hairs from your face. “You’re perfect” she whispered. “that’s all you my princess” you kissed her cheek. You felt her cheeks get warm at the new name for her. “You liked that?” you grinned, she nodded. “Well then, what would my princess like to do today?” you smiled.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction

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autisticempathydaemon · 2 months

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for the matchups, please? this is very long oops :^)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

magnolia by laufey!!! love the first verse, specifically, "stars in her eyes, handpicked from the skies." i just think it's very pretty :))

What is your Enneagram type?

type 4w5 (looking at the other submissions this is very popular?!)

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

the youtuber strange æons has this video where she does a deep dive on an old harry potter fanfiction writer called ms.scribe, i think it's really fascinating stuff!

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

i don't know if this technically counts as an imaginary friend? there was this one time i found a little praying mantis and gave him a whole backstory (he was a legendary samurai!!) and pretended to sword fight with him. i think about that often

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

get snuggled up in bed and consume content til i pass out wwww

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

i named myself after my favorite artist :))

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

caelums first audio! it was the first redacted audio i listened to ever and im very attached to it just for that

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

james! not really into him, he doesn't stand out to me

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

bee and puppycat! i can even mimick puppycats voice hehe (if you haven't seen it, puppycat makes mechanical beep sounds, sorta like animal crossing noises instead of talking) i just find the concept of it charming, a girl who feels isolated from everyone else finding a magical little pet that takes her on grand adventures. the subtleness of its commentary i find really appealing. also if we're just talking about aesthetics it's all soft colors and stars, very pretty and very my thing.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

asher!! he's funny and energetic but also very relatable to me, which are qualities I like in a friend :))

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

i basically turn into a pokedex during my late night phone calls with my friends. if the conversation goes out, i'll start speaking about random pokemon facts (it's the special interest talking..)

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

gas stations and convenience stores are separated where i live xD i like to get a strawberry smoothie from 7-eleven, but tbh i mainly do it because i just think the machine is cool...

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

dating sims! i just like feeling included :,)

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

im a drawing artist mostly, but i dabble in a ton of other creative/artistic hobbies, and im in a band :^) also, i have hyperphantasia. that's pretty cool

A Free Spirit, a creative, and artist with a love of the stars- who else could you be but Elliott’s Sunshine, his brightest star?

I love pairing our favorite Dreamwalker with artists; it’s just an irrefutable match, you know? With your hyperphantasia, I bet he’d love to be a guest in your dreams, to firsthand see what you see and bring into the world through art. Elliott is just such a sweetpea, the most fun and supportive boyfriend you could imagine. As someone who works in art/architecture himself, he gets you. He understands creative blocks, the frustration and excitement of trying out a new concept or medium, the desire to not rest until you have made something, a desire he’d make sure to nip in the bud when necessary.

Speaking of your art, he is your biggest fanboy, because Elliott highkey has fanboy energy, don’t you think? He’s picking you up from practice, he’s attending every gig, he hyping you up every chance he gets. He’d also use his magic to give you the most exciting gifts. Think the dragon flashback audio but for you. He could put you in the world of Bee and Puppycat! He could make you a dream dating sim where all the romanceable npcs are him in different hats.

Song:

Pull it out of park, put it in drive/ I can feel your heart beatin' with mine/ Underneath the stars lookin' for a sign/ Glowing in the dark 'til the sun shines/ Made it pretty far on the first try/ Might've set the bar a little too high/ Started with a spark, now we're on fire/ Started with a spark

I had to give you a fun song with star motifs, I couldn’t help it~ This is also a fun, sweet song with chill, lowkey make out vibes. Elliott also totally strikes me as a The Neighborhood, Sweater Weather fan.

Runner-ups:

Vincent is a really fun runner-up because he would be such a good groupie; like, can’t you imagine him front and center of any of your performances, saying “you were great, Lovely, I bought you a brand new guitar.” Anton is another fun runner-up because he’s so technically-inclined, so I think an artist would contrast him beautifully.

note: thank you for your entry~!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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