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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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warnings: home break in (not really described though), drug dealer!rafe and reader, pregnant!reader, husband!rafe

“r-rafe.” your voice is timid and shaky, so unlike what rafe is normally used to hearing. he instantly knows something is off, wrong.

“baby, what is it?” rafe asks into the phone, wishing he could see your face right now, could read the emotion in your expression.

“something uh-something happened. the police are here.”

“shit, are you alright?” rafe is suddenly moving away from the party, needing the noise of music from the live band and people talking and laughing to stop drowning out your words. “is the baby alright? did barry get caught?”

“yeah, we are both fine.” you press your hand against your stomach, the spot your baby always kicks, glad when you feel her stomp against your skin, reminding you she's okay, even if you don't currently feel like you are. “its not the business. there were some um… robbers.”

“what?” rafe shouts, knowing he probably just made you jump over the phone, but he can't help the loud reaction, needing more information, and needing it now.

“yeah they came into the house. i hid in the closet, but they found me. they didn't do anything, just shoved me a bit. they did take a lot of the jewelry you got me, i don't know what else, you'll have to talk to the police and give them a full invento-”

“shit, y/n!” rafe interrupts you. “i don't care about our stuff! i only care about you and the baby. im coming home right now.”

“okay.” you whisper over the phone. “im sitting on the front porch.”

“and police are watching you?” rafe asks, hurrying to his car, not bothering to explain to anyone his sudden leaving as he tears out of the parking lot.

“yeah, they're here. don't worry, im safe. i don't think they even had weapons, at least none that i saw.” rafe can hear you take a shuddering breath, his heart breaking that he wasn't there with you, foot pressing down even harder on the pedal to get him there faster. “the police think they broke in and expected no one to be home because of midsummers.”

you look down, rubbing your hand over your belly. “guess they didn't expect me to be home because none of my heels fit anymore and even the maternity dresses make me look like a whale.” you mean it as a joke, but it has tears flowing down your eyes, wishing you would have just sucked up your insecurities and gone with rafe. you still would have got robbed, but without the trauma of being there during the break in.

“im two minutes, baby. two minutes and you'll be safe in my arms.” rafe tries to keep his voice calm for you, but it's a struggle.

“i… i just wanna be safe.” you mutter the last words of the call, voice breaking as you begin to sob. rafe hears an officer try to calm you, but he knows it won't work, knows the only thing you need is him.

he parks haphazardly behind the police cars, fully blocking the street without a care in the world, not even taking the car keys out as he runs across the yard, sprinting until he reaches you.

“im here.” his arms are finally around your shoulders. “im here.”

you continue to sob, only lessened by pressing your face into rafes chest as he cradles you, even managing to pull you onto his lap despite your protruding baby bump.

“ive got you, princess.” rafe kisses the top of your head, continuing his reassuring words, the police officers giving you some space, but not retreating any farther than the steps leading onto the porch.

“oh my god, i was so scared.” you whine out, managing to blink back your tears enough to look at rafe.

“im so sorry baby.” rafe sighs. “i should have been here.”

“no.” you shake your head. “you had to go to midsummers. it's okay.”

“as soon as you said you weren't coming, i should have canceled it. should have never left my pregnant wife at home alone. im the worst fucking husband.” rafe knows his words aren't comforting, but he needs to make sure you know that he is the one to blame for what happened.

“what?” you press your fingers against rafes cheeks. “you couldn't have known, baby.”

“i still should have been here.” rafe leans in, taking your mouth in a strong kiss. “i love you, baby.”

“oh my god, you're not gonna leave my side for the next year, are you?” you let out a tiny laugh, the noise relieving rafe, loosening some of the tension in his chest.

“definitely not, my love.” rafe pulls you closer.

“thank you for coming so quickly.” you whisper, letting your head rest against rafes chest. “i really am okay. just freaked out.”

“don't worry, baby.” rafes voice suddenly changes tone. “the second they try to sell any of your jewelry, ill find them. they won't make it far at all. ill make sure they can never hurt you or anyone else ever again.”

you know you should tell rafe to let the police handle it, to not get personally involved in clearly dangerous men, but any man who lays their hands on a pregnant woman doesn't deserve to breathe, let alone only be punished to a few months in jail like what would no doubtabley happen if you went the legal way.

“im surprised you haven't called barry already.” you laugh softly, knowing he will be just as pissed as rafe. you came into their life and helped expand the business, turning them from lowly dealers to something bigger, better. still dealing, of course, but offering protection and other services as well.

“figure id let the police leave first.” rafe rubs your back, glad that you're slowly getting back to your jokey and sharp witted self. “before he insisted on being your personal armed guard until those guys are put in the ground.”

“yeah, once baby girl pops, im going to have to ask him to teach me to shoot. just in case anything like this happens again.” you feel bad that you relied so heavily on rafes protection, that you let yourself slack to the point where an emergency arose and you hid in the closet instead of grabbing a glock.

“hey, what about me?” rafe whines, knowing he'd never let another man teach you how to shoot, not even your joint business partner barry.

“fine.” you joke, sighing and sliding off rafes lap. “you better go talk to the police about what else might be missing. i wouldn't let them snoop around.”

you don't keep anything illicit in your house, but just in case you weren't about to give the law open access to your home.

“in a minute.” rafe keeps his arms around you, not willing to let you move too far from his hold. “need to just keep my wife in my arms for a few minutes longer.”

you look out onto the sky, the stars glimmering in the darkness of light, allowing yourself to take a full, deep breath, at peace held in your husband's arms.

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1-800-hwahui · 1 year

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romance at mistletoe inn

member | seungcheol x reader genre | smut, some fluff word count | ~4,600 warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, unprotected sex, very very soft dom!cheol, sub!reader, wap reader, monster cock cheol, like seriously his dick is BIG, size kink (it comes with the territory wbk), strength kink (?), oral (m receiving), oral (reader receiving), grinding, deepthroating, motorboating, praise, slight manhandling, creampie (they don't talk about reader taking birth control so PLEASE do not be like them irl), cursing, cheol is Whipped, they hold hands :(, teeny bit of aftercare oops sorry, reader's mom accidentally cockblocks, please ignore that the plot actually makes Zero sense this is just pure sex atp notes | this is a nsfw sequel to a sfw fic on my main writing blog @junkissed called mistletoe inn! however, this can be read as a stand alone, you don't have to have read the other part to know what's going on here. for the heathen @onlymingyus. i hope you enjoy. p.s. thanks to @duhnova @heartkyeom for making me insane while i wrote this. i know i say this every time but this time i mean it when i say this is definitely the filthiest thing i have ever written - 💒 june

a knock on cheol’s door brings him out of the book he’s reading. it’s late in the evening and it hasn’t stopped snowing all day, leaving everyone at the inn snowed in. at least for the next day or so until the city snow plow comes around. he slides a bookmark into the pages and sets it on his nightstand, grinning as he walks towards the door.

as it usually is every winter, the inn is practically empty, except for one guest. it’s a small town, and people don’t come to stay unless they’re visiting friends or family.

cheol’s really enjoyed talking with you the last few days. he’s learned that you came to surprise your parents, but they’d actually left town without telling you to spend their christmas in hawaii, leaving you alone in a city where you don’t know anyone.

he doesn’t mind being your friend for the week you’re here– in fact, he loves it. you’re great company, and after a little not-so-subtle prying he’s also learned you’re single. with your work less than an hour away by plane, the distance isn’t bad, and if he’s been reading the situation right, he’s hoping you might feel the same. it’s been too long since he’s taken a break, since he’s traveled out of the little town he’s lived in all his life. maybe it’s time to pass the inn along to someone else in his family. but for now, one step at a time.

of course, it’s you standing on the other side of the door. he can’t help the way his face lights up when he sees you. “hey, what’s up?”

you smile back shyly. “just bored. are… are you busy?”

he grins. “not anymore.”

“do you maybe, wanna, come to my room?” you ask. “i made cocoa.”

“of course i would,” he says, shutting his door with a quiet squeak.

fifteen minutes later the cocoa is long forgotten as you desperately press your lips against seungcheol’s, hands roaming everywhere across each others’ bodies.

you’re suddenly very grateful that you packed your nice pair of panties for a trip that was supposed to be for visiting your parents. and you’re also very grateful that you wore them tonight, just in case.

the muscles in his shoulders flex as he yanks his shirt up and off with one swift movement. you watch, until his hands are back on you, whining as he pulls on the hem of your sweater. you giggle and lift your arms so he can help you tug it over your head.

“can i?” he breathes, reaching for your bra, his gaze fixated on your chest.

you nod, and strong arms wrap around you, carefully unhooking your bra behind your back. you hold the fabric in place with your hands as his fingers tenderly slip the straps down your shoulders.

when you finally let go, allowing the material to fall to the floor, seungcheol inhales sharply. “god, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps.

he looks up at you for permission, and you smile. hands still clasped behind your back, he pulls you over to the chair by the couch, sitting down so his face is level with your chest.

his hands glide over your skin, pushing your breasts together and shoving his face in between them with a groan that reverberates in your ribcage. you moan and he lets go, hands skating down your sides to rest at your hips as he leaves wet kisses along the curve of your boobs.

your fingers find his head, weaving up through his hair. he shakes his head back and forth and his hands grab at your ass, roughly kneading the skin. his mouth moves to one of your nipples, lips wrapping around it and sucking lightly.

his lips leave your breast with a pop, half-lidded eyes looking almost drunk with pleasure. you shimmy out of your pants, throwing them out of the way but keeping your panties on.

cheol’s eyes widen and his hands fumble to remove his own jeans, shaking as he slides them down his muscular legs.

you sink down onto your knees, settling between his legs. he groans when you look up at him with wide eyes, tentative hands resting on his thighs. god, his thighs… just one is probably bigger than your entire head.

your fingers dance at the band of his underwear, nervously toying with the elastic but not going any further yet. he’s only half-hard beneath the fabric, but you can already tell he’s big, way bigger than you’re used to.

you must’ve paused for too long, because he reaches down to cup your cheek, bringing your gaze back up to his. “what’s wrong, baby?” he asks gently, his voice breathy and low.

your cheeks heat up, not used to hearing that pet name on his lips. “um, you’re just, uh… big,” you squeak out, a little embarrassed to admit to him.

his expression softens, relieved that he hasn’t done anything to hurt you (yet). “you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says, his tone lightening a bit.

immediately you shake your head, not wanting to give him the wrong impression. “i want to,” you say sincerely. “just– don’t know if i can.”

he smiles like you’ve just told him he won the lottery– and with you, he might as well have. “we’ll go slow,” he promises.

you exhale and gently tug at his underwear, finally releasing his cock. it’s big, like you expected, and covered in pretty veins. you wrap your hand around him, but he’s so big, your thumb and index finger aren’t even close to touching. so you add your other hand, completely gripping him, and he moans at the sight of his cock resting in your tiny hands.

you’re just about to put your lips around his tip when you hear your ringtone go off. you whine in annoyance at being interrupted and move your head away from him, taking your hands off of his cock and laying them on his thighs.

“who is it?” you ask, nodding up at your phone on the table next to seungcheol.

he groans at the loss, but leans over to check your phone for you. “uh, it’s ‘mom’?”

you whine and reach out your hand. “give it here.”

“baby, please,” he grumbles, handing it down to you.

“i’ll be quick,” you whisper before accepting the call. he pouts and leans his head back against the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling.

“hi mom,” you say into the phone, your voice coming out a little breathier than you intend.

“hi sweetie! how’s your trip going so far? sorry again that we missed you,” she starts, and you know you’re in for a long phone call. the woman could talk for hours, days even, and now is definitely not the time.

when you look up, seungcheol is staring at you again, a mischievous grin on his face. he puts a finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet, then hooks his arms under you to help you stand. his hands slide to your hips, guiding and pulling you down onto his lap.

“mom, i’m– a little busy right now,” you choke out, trying your damn hardest to keep your voice steady with cheol’s hands on you.

“oh?” the surprise is evident in your mother’s voice. “i thought you didn’t have any plans? did you find something fun to do? you better not be working on work, i told you you’ve been needing a vacation for way too long! your boss can have whatever it is in the new year, you–”

cheol grips you tightly, rolling your hips against his dick, and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. he looks up at you, wordlessly asking if you want him to stop.

you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. as much as it mortifies you fooling around while you’re literally on the phone with your own mother, the thrill of being caught only turns you on even more.

“no, mom, i’m not working, but i am– busy,” you interrupt.

“well, do you want me to call back in a bit?” you can hear the frown in her voice, the tone she gets when she knows you’re lying.

“no!” you cry out as your clit rubs against the head of seungcheol’s cock, giving you a jolt of pleasure. “i–mean, i’ll call you later. when i’m done,” you recover, hoping to god she hasn’t noticed anything off about you.

“sweetie… are you at the gym?” she questions, and you breathe a sigh of relief that it doesn’t seem like she’s caught on to what you’re really doing. “i’m so proud of you, honey, i know you’ve been trying to do that more lately! well, i’ll leave you be then. have a good workout!”

well, you will be having a workout today… just not the kind she’s thinking of.

“th-thanks,” you stutter. suddenly cheol thrusts hard against you, and the movement makes you lose your balance and fall forward a little. you catch yourself on him, your hand flat against his firm chest. “bye, mom.”

“bye, sweetie! have fun!”

he shoots you a satisfied smirk and you sit back as you fumble to hang up as fast as you can, tossing your phone on the carpet behind you and climbing back down onto your knees.

you finally wrap your lips around him, fingernails gripping his thighs as you struggle to take him in your mouth. not only is he long, but he’s girthy, and you have to stretch your mouth open wide to fit him in. even then, you can’t fit all of him, so you put both hands back around the base of his cock where your mouth can’t reach and you begin slowly bobbing up and down, swirling your tongue around him.

his hips buck up roughly into your mouth and instantly tears prick at your eyes. “sorry,” he moans, but you just shake your head and keep going. he grips down hard on the armrests of the chair to stop himself from moving.

you can feel him hitting the back of your throat with every move and you know your mouth is gonna hurt like a bitch later, but the almost melodic sound of his moans is enough to make you want to have his dick in your mouth forever. knowing that it’s you making him feel like this could give you enough energy to suck him off for days on end.

your abdomen throbs with neglect, but the weight of his cock in your mouth is too good to stop. if you didn’t literally need both hands to fit all the way around him, you would’ve already started touching yourself, but both your hands are… occupied elsewhere.

desperate for any kind of stimulation, you press your thighs together, shifting to rub them against each other. at the angle you’re kneeling you can feel the thin fabric of your panties pressing against your pussy, and you buck your hips, trying to get the lace to give you what you want.

but it’s nowhere near enough, and seungcheol notices when you whine frustratedly around his cock, eyes squeezed shut and hands shaking. he grips your head carefully, pulling you off of him with a groan.

you look up at him with watery eyes and he takes in the sight, your mascara smeared and running down your cheeks and your eyes red and wet from choking around him for so long.

“can i eat you out? please?” he practically begs, breathing heavily.

“o-okay,” you rasp, the words coming out hoarse.

his eyebrows furrow as he catches his breath. he’d tried so hard not to go rough on you, to stop himself from fucking your throat. it’s only your first time with him, and he really, really hopes it won’t be the last, so he’s mentally kicking himself for losing control.

you see his worried expression, so you cough, trying to clear your throat. “i’m fine,” you reassure him, voice a little less coarse than before but still more than he would’ve liked.

“are you sure?” he asks cautiously.

“mhm. please,” you whimper.

he smiles and wraps his arms around you, helping you stand. your knees crack and he looks concerned again, but you shake your head. “just sore from kneeling. don’t worry.”

you give him a reassuring look, and he finally relents. suddenly he lifts you with terrifying ease, carrying you across the room to toss you onto the bed like nothing.

he climbs on top of you, his face hovering over your lower half.

“you gonna give me a few, baby?” he asks, his tone saccharine sweet. “gotta prep you enough.”

you croak out a yes, watching his movements with vigilance as his calloused fingertips play with the delicate hem of your panties, teasing.

but he doesn’t move any further, just stares up at you through his eyelashes, and you assume he’s waiting for you to say something.

“p-please?” you sniffle, thinking maybe he wants you to beg him for it. and he does, and you would, but you both know that’s for another time.

he presses a light kiss to your cunt over the fabric, moaning into your skin. “god, you’re so good for me, baby. gonna give you everything you want.”

as much as he wants to rip your pretty little underwear off your body and eat you out like his last meal, he knows he has to start slow, give you both a chance to get used to what the other likes instead of jumping straight into the deep end.

so he keeps his eyes locked with yours as he slips the lacy fabric down your hips, carefully so as not to tear them by accident.

you’re embarrassingly wet from nothing at all, your panties completely soaked through. a thin string of your arousal connects from your cunt to the fabric, and he groans lowly, watching it break.

his gentleness is unbelievably hot, and you can’t deny that him being so deliberate with taking them off makes you want to let him rip them off of you in a heartbeat. so what if they’re your favorite pair? you’d buy ten pairs to replace them if you have to.

you lift your legs, helping him slide your panties off so he can toss them away. he settles back down and tenderly pries your thighs apart, setting each leg to the side and leaving you wide open for him. he stares at your pussy for a moment, glistening with wetness. his intense, focused attention on you makes you gush, your muscles clenching around nothing as he watches enraptured. using two fingers he spreads your folds apart, exposing your dripping hole to his fervent gaze.

“cheol,” you mewl out his name in desperation.

“‘m right here, baby,” he says, his eyes flicking up to your face for a second to make sure you’re okay. you nod, silently begging him to continue. he cups your pussy, and the feeling of sheer size as his massive hand envelopes you is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

automatically your hips buck into his hand, grinding against his palm as you toss your head back and forth against the pillows, grateful to finally feel some relief.

he coos and you throw your arm over your face in embarrassment at his reaction, sheepish about being so desperate for a man you only met a couple of days ago. but his response isn’t to tease you or degrade you, but to admire you. so needy, so beautiful. and for right now, all his.

his hand still cupped against you, he slowly slips his ring and middle finger into your hole, letting out a pleased hum when you immediately clench around him.

“so wet for me, baby,” he sighs, gently curling his fingers inside you but otherwise keeping them still to let you adjust. “you’re so fucking sexy.”

you whimper, and he removes his fingers, seeing you’re ready for him to give you what he promised. even after being inside you for only a few seconds his fingers are soaked, completely coated in your juices. he looks up at you to see if you’re still comfortable with everything he’s doing, and when you open your mouth without hesitating even for a second, he thinks he might cum on the spot.

“so well behaved,” he praises, pushing his fingers into your waiting mouth. you close your lips around them eagerly, sucking yourself off of him in earnest.

you sigh when he pulls them out again, moving back down to sit between your still-open legs. he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of both your thighs before pushing his face into your waiting pussy.

when his mouth first makes contact with your cunt, you let out a high whine, back arching off the bed in pleasure. his lips completely surround your swollen clit, and your hand flies down to his head, gripping his hair as your hips writhe against his face.

his tongue is everywhere, gliding over every inch of you, licking and sucking and working you towards your orgasm impossibly fast. you can feel your clit throbbing in his mouth, and your breath hitches when he grazes his teeth over it, making you jolt.

his hands loop around your hips, spreading the skin and forcing you open so he has better access to your cunt.

heat pools in your stomach and you feel the familiar burn start to build in between your legs. “co-coming,” you gasp. “cheol, i’m–”

he groans into your cunt in response, sending waves throughout your body.

you sneak a glance down at him. his eyes are squeezed shut as he devours you, fucking you with his tongue with the most blissful look on his face, as if there isn’t anywhere in the world he would rather be right now than with his face buried in your pussy and your thighs trembling around his head.

the sight alone is enough to send you over the edge, muscles contracting and fingers grabbing desperately at the sheets to ground you as you stumble into your orgasm.

your whines stick in your throat as you gasp for breath, vision going white as you cum harder than you ever have in your life. no vibrator on earth could compare to the way seungcheol feels between your legs— and you’ve got quite the collection of toys back at home.

he keeps sucking, carrying you through your orgasm until you flop back on the bed, thoroughly exhausted. he finally pulls off of you for just a second, catching his own breath.

“god, can’t wait to get my cock in you,” he murmurs before diving back in, barely giving you time to recover before he’s building you back up for another.

you sob out his name as his tongue slips inside your hole and back out, dragging up and down your folds and spreading your juices everywhere. you can feel it dripping down your thighs and onto the comforter below.

“coming, coming, please, cheol, please, i–” you pant, struggling for words.

instinctively your legs snap shut around his head, trying to hold him in place, but he easily pries them apart again as you hurtle towards another orgasm. you cum on his tongue, again, sobbing his name like it’s the only word you know.

when he finally decides you’re ready to take his cock, you’re nothing short of a mess. pretty face smeared with makeup and tears, pretty cunt smeared with cum and saliva. he sits back on his heels, admiring how you look. your eyes flutter shut, chest heaving as you gasp for air, and he thinks he hasn’t seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

“you okay, baby?” he hums, massaging your thigh.

a weak “yes” is all you can manage. he runs a hand over your skin soothingly, this time giving you plenty of time to recover.

when you’ve finally caught your breath enough to sit up, he’s still watching you cautiously.

“all right?” he asks, and you nod. “if you’re done, we don’t have to keep going…” he starts, but you stop him, shaking your head.

“i told you before, i want to,” you say, taking his hand and lacing your fingers with his.

he smiles, and you lay back down, pulling him on top of you. he adjusts back in between your legs, positioning himself at the entrance of your pussy. he drags his cock through your folds, collecting what’s left of his frantic makeout session from earlier and spreading it over his length, using it as lubrication.

still holding your hand, he starts to press into you, just barely the tip. you gasp as he keeps going, carefully pushing inch after inch into your tight hole.

you squeeze his hand and he freezes, not even halfway inside yet. “okay?” he murmurs, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“yeah, just– one second, please,” you stutter, breathing hard.

he wants to kiss you, so badly, but he can’t bend over without moving and hurting you. so he settles for bringing your entwined hands to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

the new feeling subsides, the pain of being split open beginning to lessen as you adjust to his size.

“you can… keep going,” you exhale softly.

he nods and starts to push in again, stuffing you full. it takes a while, but when finally he bottoms out, you both let out moans: him at the feeling of your tight hole clenching around him, and you at the feeling of being so full in the best ways.

after staying still to give you more time to adjust, he begins to pick up the pace, starting slowly and gradually building up until he’s pounding into you.

your back slides up and down the bed, each thrust sending you closer and closer to the wall above your head. attentive as ever, cheol notices, and stills his hips for just a second so he can grab your waist with both hands and yank you down away from the headboard. you yelp and clutch at his back, holding on for dear life as he continues pounding into you.

the bed squeaks with each thrust, and for a split second you worry about breaking the bedframe and having to pay for the damage. but then seungcheol is brushing your hair out of your face and cradling your head between his forearms, and all the thoughts in your head disappear when he stares into your eyes, your faces inches apart.

“can i– kiss you?” he groans, his eyelashes fluttering.

“please, ch-cheol,” you gasp. your hands claw at his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

he leans down, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips to yours, somehow too gentle and too rough at the same time. your senses seem to explode, so much happening at once, and you move your hands up to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair and tug, pushing him to kiss you deeper.

he moans into you, a deep, rumbling sound you feel all the way in the pit of your stomach. his thrusts get rougher and rougher, and you know he’s getting close. he pulls his lips off of you with a gasp. “whe–where do you want me to–”

“inside,” you plead, your voice coming out throaty. “please, cheol, inside, please–”

he cuts you off and captures your lips again, moaning into your mouth. his hips continue to rut into you desperately and you can only hold on, coming closer and closer to your own orgasm.

you can feel him throb deep in your abdomen, the tip of his cock kissing your walls with each snap of his hips. he shifts slightly and suddenly he’s fucking you like you’ve never felt before. the new angle has you seeing stars, and you clench around him, letting out a choked sob as you come undone on his cock.

your hoarse voice crying out his name over and over again while you quiver in his arms is too much for him, and with a guttural moan he lets go, his own orgasm washing over him and flooding your insides with his cum.

his hips begin to slow, rocking into you with a lazy rhythm as you both come down from your highs. his arms still surround either side of your head, and he moves his wrist to brush your hair out of your face. your hair is sticky with sweat and your eyes are puffy from crying, your mouth hanging open slightly as you struggle to catch your breath.

cheol lays on top of you, resting his head on your chest but careful not to put his full weight on you, letting you cockwarm him for a while. you’re both exhausted and you just lay there together, basking in the afterglow of pleasure.

but as much as you never want the moment to end, you can feel his cum leaking out of you, and you know you probably look like a horrible mess. you whine and push weakly at his shoulders, making him sit up quickly in concern.

“could you… in my bag,” you mumble, pointing a shaky hand towards your cosmetic bag. “m-makeup wipes.”

he slides off of you, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead before crossing the room to grab them for you. you stay laying on your back, staring at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what just happened.

“here,” cheol says softly, handing you the wipes. you give him a faint smile and prop yourself up on your elbows. you wince when you sit back on your tailbone, sore from how hard seungcheol had fucked you.

he sits at the edge of the bed and gives you an apologetic pout, knowing it’s mostly his fault. “do you… need anything?” he asks shyly, not sure what you need him to do.

“stay?” you ask, voice small. “gonna have to shower, and i’ll– um, need help,” you finish. there’s no chance you’ll be able to walk straight for at least the next few hours, let alone stand in the shower by yourself.

he smiles and puts a hand on your thigh, rubbing at the bruises that have started to form there. “i’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

you scrub at your face, getting the last of the mascara off your cheeks before tossing the dirtied wipe into the trash can by the nightstand.

with a bit of effort, you manage to throw your legs over the side of the bed, sitting at the edge. you glance behind you at the bed covered in both of your fluids, and you wince, knowing most of it is your fault. “sorry about the sheets,” you whisper, resisting the urge to hide your face in embarrassment.

“baby, we’ll wash them,” he smiles. “don’t worry about it.”

“okay,” you say quietly. you look over to cheol, still sitting beside you, and reach out with both hands for him to help you up.

he jumps up, taking your hands and tugging you to your feet. your legs wobble when you stand, and he slides his arm around your waist to support you as he helps walk you to the bathroom.

you flop down onto the toilet while seungcheol starts the shower, and you have to hold back a laugh at the sight. the buff, sexy innkeeper, butt-ass naked in your bathroom, leaning over the edge of the tub to test the water temperature and make sure it’s not too hot for you.

you know you’re only here for a week, but you could really get used to this.

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thebearer · 10 months

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honestly, thinking about the last episode and thinking about pete, and i am an honest to god pete defender.

like he is so good to sugar, and tries to hard to be good for her, good for the whole family. he knows how fucked up they all are, and he's just there- a little sunshiney boy trying to keep everything together. he has the best of intentions, he really does.

the scene with donna outside the restaurant. how he's just trying to do what's best and he feels empathy for her? he sees the best in people and honestly, i get why they're hard on him- he's not their usual type in the family, but pete deserves all the love and support genuinely.

just picturing your first true berzatto family get together. donna wants to see the new baby, so they have it at the restaurant. steven and michelle from out of town, jimmy, leo, donna, everyone- the whole gang. you're overwhelmed, especially when donna starts drinking.

pete just kinda comes and sits by you, while you're alone and unsure in the corner. you'd already been hounded with a million questions, carmen is trying to keep the peace in the kitchen, trying to check on you, trying to keep everyone from killing each other.

"how are you doing?" pete asks, sitting beside you, baby mikey in his arms.

"i-i'm good." you muttered, eyes darting around the room.

"it's a lot." pete sighed.

"it is a lot." you muttered, nodding slowly. "i mean, i knew it was gonna be a lot. carmy warned me on that but it's like..."

"so much worse than you thought it would be?" pete looked at you carefully.

"yeah." you nodded. "i, uh, i understand a lot more now."

"they're, uh, they're actually really nice. all of them, on their own." pete offered. "like steve and michelle, they're great, really. easy to talk to, always really nice, super fuckin' funny. and...and you know jimmy. leo is... leo's kinda a ball buster. got this dry sense of humor, but he'll be nice to you, a little invasive you know? but he's got good intentions."

you nodded slowly, eyes scanning around the room towards each person. "what about his mom?" you muttered, looking at the white haired woman nursing another glass of chardonnay. "she, uh, she hasn't spoke to me the whole time. i tried to introduce myself and she walked right past me." you tried not to sound hurt, carmen told you to shake it off, but it did hurt. that was his mother, no matter how he tried to play it off.

"donna is... donna is a lot." pete hummed. "she... you can't force donna. ok? she'll come to you when she's ready. right now, she doesn't know who you are. and as fucked up as it is, it's her way of looking out for carm, looking out for herself. just give that one time. she's watching you."

you scoffed lightly. "yeah? that supposed to make me feel better pete?"

"no. no not at all." pete laughed. "but, just some advice. you gonna leave carmen anytime soon?"

"no." you furrowed your brows, shooting a glare at him.

"then you show her that. she'll ease into you. i promise." pete said.

"thank you, pete." you nodded sincerely at him. "thanks for this."

"of course." pete grinned. "it's a lot and they're all too caught up in their own to try and help so... we outsiders gotta look out for each other."

you laughed lightly, looking down at the baby in his arms. he had the berzatto nose, carmen's and mikey's. "you're not an outsider anymore." you grinned. "not with this little guy."

pete smiled proudly. "i'm still an outsider. just got like a lifetime pass in." you laughed, reaching out to stroke the baby's soft tuft of hair. "you wanna hold him?"

"are you sure?" your eyes flashed to him. "i'm not great at it."

pete shrugged, fishing his hand sanitizer out and tossing it to you. "just don't drop him. i won't abandon you with him. promise."

you freshly sanitized hands shook lightly, grabbing the baby a little unsure, shifting the weight in your arm until it was comfortable. baby mikey gurgled, face scrunching for a moment, before he settles, lulled back into whatever rest he was in before.

"ah, he likes you." pete boasted. "must know you're gonna be a vip like me."

you snorted lightly, swaying back and forth with the tiny baby. "yeah. hopefully."

"you will be." pete nodded, his eyes cutting over to the figure by the windows. "judging by carmy's face, you definitely will be."

you looked up, seeing your boyfriend standing there, a water in his white knuckled grip staring at you. you smiled gently, nodding him over.

"they got you on baby sitting duty?" carmen grinned, trying to play off how flustered he was before, how his heart was skipping a beat seeing you like that.

"somethin' like that." you hummed. "pete just asked if i wanted to hold him. he's cute. kinda looks like you."

carmen scoffed as pete boasted. "he does, doesn't he! i told nat that and she told me i was crazy! see, nat!" he stood, going to get his wife from across the room, a promise he'd be right back.

carmen slid into his spot, leaning over your shoulder to look at the baby- his nephew. "he's cute." he nodded. "sorry you got stuck with pete." his tone snarled, rolling his eyes gently.

"hey, stop that." you frowned. "pete is very sweet, alright? he's a good guy, carm."

carmen could feel his shoulders tense. he was a good fuckin' guy, he knew that, that's why they gave him such a hard time. "you're right." carmen muttered. "he is a good guy."

"what were you two talking about?" carmen asked, letting the baby wrap his tiny fist around his finger.

"he was just telling me about your family."

"oh." carmen rolled his eyes sarcastically. "i'm sure that was great."

"it was." you said firmly, looking at him. "all the good stuff, baby. promise."

carmen blushed, resisting the urge to kiss you while his sister and pete came back over, pete exaggeratedly talking about how the baby did look like carmy and mikey and you agreed, which then brought jimmy over to give his opinion, stevie and michelle following, until everyone was around you bickering and throwing back and forth about who was right.

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taylormarieee · 8 months

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~Blowing off steam~

Summary: You and Daryl have been dating for a while now. You guys are on the road looking for supplies and you guys got into a fight before the trip. You both get into an argument again but this time it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst- Pure Smut

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, P in V sex, Unprotected Sex, Daryl and reader fighting, established relationship, reader is a little insecure, Angry Sex, Dom/Sub dynamics, predator/prey dynamic, degrading, orgasm denial, oral (F), fingering, squirting, creampie

A/N: This was a request by @murdadixon girl I'm sorry this took so long! Love you💋!

You are dating the hottest man you personally have ever seen. Daryl Dixon. He is such a softie.

To most people he is big and mean and intimidating but what they don't know is when he is with you, oh god he is such a big softie. A big cute teddy bear!

You guys hardly ever get into any arguments and if you do it's over tiny, stupid petty stuff. So you never thought that your big, lovable teddy bear would be this angry at you today. Let alone get into a fight on this fine morning.

"Ya never listen! Yer hard headed! All ya ever talk about is yer self!" Daryl yells at you.

"Well you are always closed off! What do you want me to do, huh!? Talk about your goddamn favourite color? Oh wait, you never told me!" You say venomously with a frown on your face.

"Daryl you realize you never tell me anything? You never fucking talk to me! So I talk about myself instead! Your always silent so I assume you wanna hear me speak! You never tell me to shut up!" You yell getting angrier by the second.

You will admit it, you and Daryl are not the same. Complete opposites actually. He was closed off, introverted. He always strayed away from the group to be alone.

Whilst you chose to be open, extroverted. You loved pleasing people. And sometimes you thought if Daryl hated that about you.

Sometimes boys mistook your kindness for flirting and Daryl would always yell at you about it so maybe that's what this arguments about.

"Yer so dumb! Maybe you should start learnin to shut the hell up!" He yells walking away leaving you standing there.

You instantly break down into tears and cry in your room. You run to the one person you bond with the most and has a husband. Maggie.

"M-maggie" You say your voice breaking as you continue to cry.

"Oh my god. What is it hun? Who hurt ya? What happened?" Maggie asks worried.

"It's d-daryl we got in a fight and Idk what to do. he said that i never listen to him or in general. He also said that I should just learn to shut up. Am I too much for you guys? Am I not good enough for him?" You ssk heartbroken.

"God no! You are the best friend I could ever have! You are nothing but joy in this dark world! You are a reminder of beth. I see her in you everyday." Maggie says smiling.

" Daryl is just being a dick! Leave him be but he's going on a run right now if you wanna make up with him?" Maggie says.

"Ok thanks Maggie again! I can always count on you to make me feel better!" You say waving as you walk away.

You see Daryl on his bike and hop on right behind him.

He grunts and asks what your doing. You don't respond to him and just look at your fingers and wait for him to drive off. He scoffs and eventually starts the bike and rides off.

You hold on to him and put your chin on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." You say.

"Fer what?" He asks. "Being a people pleaser and being so loud and talkative. I won't talk anymore if that's what you want." You say sadly.

"Ya think that's what I want?" Daryl asks

"Well no shit! You literally yelled at me about being to talkative and how I need to shut the hell up, or does none of that ring a bell? You hurt my feelings Dar" You say sadly.

"Well I mean, maybe you should just listen and maybe I wouldn't have yelled at ya."

"Are you fucking serious?! Stop the bike." You say about ready to walk back to Alexandria.

"I SAID STOP THE BIKE!" You yell a lot louder.

He stops the bike and you get off, pacing back and forth to try and control your anger. Boy Dixon really knew how to push your buttons.

"Are you serious Dar? I'm apologizing and you have the audacity to sit here and do this shit again!?"

He just stands there staring at your hips and the way they sway when you walk.

"Daryl Are you even listening?! But then you wanna yell at me about not listening. Huh very original Daryl."

Daryl still doesn't say anything and just walks closer to you.

"Boy! You really know how to get on my ner-" You start

"Shut up." Daryl says in a low voice getting closer to you.

"Dar what the hell your scaring me a bit." You say backing up from him.

He looks at you with hunger and lust and anger. A mix you have never seen before. You kinda like it but your also scared. He's like an animal hunting down his prey.

He grabs you and pushes his lips against yours. You try to push him away as your angry your conversation isn't over. You give in as he pins you to a tree.

He rips your flannel of and then rips your shirt off. He tears the shirt off your body and now your favourite white tee is ruined, Oh well. You take off his vest and start unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt.

You slide it off his strong shoulders and run your warm hands down his back, clawing at his back leaving scratches. He picks you up from your thigh and slips your panties off.

Pretty black lace panties. He stares at the in his hand before putting them in his jeans pocket. He rips his pants and boxers off revealing his raging, hard cock aching to be inside you.

"Yer ready for me sunshine?" He asks, poking the tip at your entrance. You nod eagerly whimpering for him to slide inside you. "Yes please Dar. I want you so bad." You whine.

"Nuh uh darlin, Yer not getting anything right now. I'm gon have to tease ya a bit for your little attitude." He says smiling trying to catch you off guard.

"Uh why Dar you were the one who called me du-" You try to finish before he slams his cock inside your tight, velvety walls. You scream out in pleasure as he rams into you at a hard and fast pace, his rhythm never faltering.

You cover your mouth to make sure no nearby walkers could hear you. "Nuh uh pretty girl, I wanna hear those sounds coming from that bratty little mouth as I fuck the shit outta ya.' He grunts.

You remove your hand as tears start to fall from your face. "Please go slower Dar." You whine out.

"Sorry, can't do tha'. Gonna fuck that attitude right outta ya." He moans out. You both are panting extremely hard. His thrusts push your back against. the bark of the tree. You dig your nails into his back moaning louder.

Daryl grunts and starts letting out breathy moans and whines. "Wanna breed ya so bad." Daryl grunts out. "Want ya to be mine. Have my children." He says, his mind getting foggy by he thoughts of you having his child.

You whine out, turned on even more by daryl's dirty words. "This what we was arguin for? So I could fuck ya like the lil slut you are?" He states.

You whine, "Oh f-fuck Dar. Oh shit, fuck I'm gonna cum Daryl"

"Nuh uh, sunshine yer on punishment. Hold it." Daryl grunts out stopping his movements. You cry out as the feeling. of your orgasm is slowly fading away.

"Ya understand? If ya cum without my permission, I'm not gon be so nice after." daryl warns clenching his jaw.

You nod your head and his movements are fast and fluid like the last time. His thrusts are more erratic as he feels his orgasm approaching. You continue to cry as your trying you best to hold your orgasm.

"Daryl can I please cum now?" You whine out seeking his approval. "Yea sunshine, go ahead." he says breathlessly. "Squirt for me baby." He says dark and seductively.

"Oh fuck. fuck, Im cumming Daryl!" You scream out with not a care in the world about who or what hears.

Daryl pulls out and sucks on your clit brining you to your orgasm faster. You start shaking involuntarily and squirt all over daryls face and in his mouth. He laps up your juices with his tongue and groans into your body.

He fingers you through your orgasm as you pull his face closer to your legs. He brings you down to the grassy floor and pulls out his fingers and removes his face shoving his aching cock back inside you.

His thrusts are never ending it feels like. He groans and moans, his little noises so sweet and adorable. God you love hearing him whimper. It truly is the hottest thing in the world. "Fuck baby, I'm gon cum right inside his tight pussy. Give you a baby right 'ere." He moans out, pushing down on your stomach.

You moan out feeling his cock slide in and out of you. He whimpers one more time before drawing out a long, drawled, "Fuuucckkkk!" Daryl drawls out you kiss his neck as he releases inside you.

His warm, sticky, white cum squirts ropes inside you. You feel the warm fluid release inside you. His thrusts are slow and loving this time as he tries to ride out his high.

He pulls out of you and starts to grab you guys clothes. Once you both are dressed you walk back to his bike. Before Daryl could mount his bike, your lightly grabbing his arm.

He turned to look at you.

"Dar, can you look at me? You're doing it again. Look, I'm sor-" He interrupts you.

"No, I'm sorry. I know yer sensitive and I shouldn't have said those things to ya. I'm sorry I didn't care bout' yer feelings. I was just so angry. So I'm sorry sunshine." He says looking down.

You hug him and kiss his neck. He wraps his hands around your waist and hugs you tightly.

The drive back to Alexandria was eventful. Daryl actually opened up and talked about himself.

When you arrived Maggie was standing there by the gate. you hopped off the bike and were on your way to go see Rosita. Maggie threw a thumbs up from afar and you smiled and did one back too.

She smiled and winked at you. You all went your separate ways and lived happily in Alexandria.

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fanfiction4sooya · 9 months

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Let me help (Tiffany x Fem!R)

Was feeling soft today so decided to go for a bit of fluff, but the end is just smut since (I'm a whore and cant contain myself) I thought it made sense for the story.

I'm ALWAYS up to writing for snsd, so send requests if you wanna talk abt them 💖💖💖

Mommy tiffany young, smut, fingering, oral, praising, +18, angst, mentions of harassment on work settings;

It was a horrible day.

It started good as usual, you were full of joy since you loved your job and your little routine. But it all went south when you stepped inside the office, coffee in hand and a big smile on your lips.

Your boss, may the devil take his soul, gave you three different contracts to redact before noon and kept rushing you all the time, passing by your desk and tapping his expensive watch in front of your face; watching you all the time, quietly cornering you when you were alone.

"Creep" You said to yourself as he went away, trying your best to ignore that gut wrenching feeling as he observed you.

He was having that type of behavior since you rejected him on the latest happy hour, telling him you already seeing someone. Of course he didn't believe you, but it was true. "Is he better than me? More good looking? Come on, he doesn't need to know" He said all that and concluded that you were lying to not engage with him. If he even knew...

Tiffany Young, your boss's boss was the person you were seeing. Of course he didn't knew that, very few people knew. You didn't want anyone to know so you wouldn't be seen as a gold digger after all.

She worked at another company and owned the one you worked at, but still. You didn't want to be anyone's target.

It was finally time to leave and your body was sore, you had a massive headache and you felt like crap. You just wanted to get home and pretend nothing happened, reluctant on telling Tiff what happened since you didn't wanted to bother her but it was almost impossible to keep anything from that woman.

When you got home she was already there still on her work attire, her hair up on a bun. God, she was gorgeous.

"Hi, baby" She went your way hugging you as you tensed a bit.

"Hi, Tiff" You sheepishly said, holding back the urge to cry.

"Did something happen?" She said, worried eyes meeting your sad ones. You pouted, really on the verge of tears, sniffling a bit. "Oh, sweetie..." She hugged you again, petting your hair as you nuzzled into her neck and started quietly sniffling.

After a while she managed to calm you down a little and prepare a hot bath for you, helping you take off your clothes and enter the bathtub as she did the same, positioning herself behind you. Her boobs pressed against your back almost made you give up on telling her anything as she washed you.

She didn't rush you, didn't say anything as she kept you company; After a while you finally mustered some courage.

"Mommy" You quietly called her. "I need to tell you something..." You looked down at the water and she positioned her chin on your shoulder.

"I'm all ears, my love" She kissed your skin and that made you relax enough to tell her everything that was happening as she attentively listened.

You felt her slightly tense behind you as you were talking. You knew it wasn't jealousy, it was pure rage, her protective side kicking in hard.

"'I'm so sorry you had to go through that, baby" She hugged you. "Don't worry anymore, I'll take care of it" She said, her tone lower and quite dangerous.

"Thank you for not scolding me" You were a little bit ashamed it took you almost a week to tell her. She gently held your chin, turning your face to look at her, kissing your lips in such a passionate way that it got you dizzy.

"Thank you for trusting me with such delicate matter, my love" That made your heart melt. "I would never judge your decisions, specially on this" She said, her nose touching yours. "You are so brave, baby"

She was so encouraging, so careful, it was turning you on. That secure side, her honey-like voice, the way you felt so protected, everything felt so attractive that you found it hard to hold yourself back.

You turned around on her embrace, straddling her naked form and pressing your hips against hers.

"I love you so much" You said, kissing her more passionately now as she hugged your waist kissing you with equal fervor.

"I love you, baby" You breathed heavily as she licked your lips, sucking your bottom one. That made your hips jolt, slowly grinding. "Are you sure?" She whispered and you nodded, moaning against her lips.

"Make me forget mommy, please" You pleaded and again you felt her tense under you. She loved when you pleaded for her.

"Anything for you, my love" She said, before kissing you.

She kissed you slowly, caressing your back and cupping your ass so you would grind a little harder. You rolled your eyes as she kissed your neck, trailing off to one of your stiff nipples; That made you whine, gripping hard at the sides of the bathtub. She alternated between long and hard sucks and some more shallow, light ones.

She stood up with you still on her lap placing you on the cold marble sink of her expensive bathroom, the sudden cold made you shiver a bit but her hot body made you entirely forget anything that wasn't her.

She touched you lightly at first, two fingers circling your clit making you moan and she smiled against your skin as she went down on her knees.

"My pretty girl" She said as she licked your inner thigh, eyeing your already reddened cunt. "Pinch your nipples for me, baby" She knew how you loved getting ordered around during sex and loved even more getting your nipples stimulated when getting head. "And keep your eyes on me, princess" She smiled, holding your legs. "I like it when you watch me eat"

She dove on your pussy, licking first at your slit to gather your wetness. You opened your mouth to moan but even that was hard, pinching hard on both of your nipples, your eyes glued to Tiffany's beautiful face, her hair completely tossed to the side as she sucked hungrier and hungrier. She hummed, tasting you in the most obscene way ever, making sure that you were seeing her enter your pussy with her tongue.

"Mommy" You cried out, bucking against her face. Trembling, shivering, cursing a lot when she switched her tongue with her fingers, massaging your spongy spot and fully making out with your swollen clit.

"You look so pretty with my fingers inside you, baby" She said, getting up and kissing you. "My pretty thing" She moaned when you clenched, taking your hand from your nipple to replace with her mouth. She fucked you hard now; your pussy wet and loud as she added a third finger, making you close your eyes and throw your head back. "Open your eyes, sweetie"

Pulling you from the sink, she made you stand on shaky legs as she quickly turned you around to face the mirror, holding your chin.

"Open it" She ordered again, slamming her fingers inside you, kissing your neck from behind. You shivered, forcing yourself to obey. "That'is it, sweetie" She smiled. "Look at your pretty face, look how hot you are when my fingers are all up your pussy, baby"

Indeed, you were hot like that. Disheveled hair, sweaty forehead, blushed cheeks; you put your tongue out, sucking on the fingers that were previously on your chin. That made her mind go fuzzy with desire, her fingers slamming against your core even harder now.

You moaned loudly, clenching, shaking so hard it was impossible to stay up if it wasn't for her body pressing your front against the sink. You felt that familiar tightening on your belly, feeling yourself spilling your juices on her hand.

"Mommy, fuck-" You managed to say even with your stuffed mouth, coming so hard you kind of blacked out for a moment.

Still holding your limp body she slowly took off her fingers from inside you, turning you around to kiss your puffy lips and press her body against yours.

She took you to bed after a while, laying you literally on top of her as she caressed your back, humming a soft lullaby.

Her warmth was something so utterly safe that it made you curl up and stay on her lap like a kitty would do to it's owner, so protective and quiet in a good way.

"How are you feeling?" She said as your head nuzzled to her neck.

"Loved" You said, not thinking twice. She softly laughed.

"No, baby" You looked up at her. "About that jackass" Her eyes lost a little of it's sparkle when she mentioned him.

"Oh" you blushed a bit. "I feel lighter now that I told you" You took a deep breath.

"You can tell me anything, sweetie" She kissed your lips and then your forehead. "And always count on me for help"

You nodded, kissing the corner of her lips, that pretty eye smile making your heart swell.

"I know, mommy" You said, feeling happy to be hers.

#snsd tiffany #tiffany smut #gxg smut #tifanny x fem! reader #female reader #snsd #girls generation #girls generation smut

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unpresidentedbullhonkey · 11 months

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SW incorrect quotes as things my husband and I say pt.2

Fives, walking into the Resolutes barracks after using the fresher and beelines for Tup- "Listen here you little shit, I don't know how or why this continues to happen but if I find another one of your hairs in my shebs I'm gonna set your head on fire."😡😤

Tup, absolutely oblivious to how he got in this situation- "Did it feel weird when you pulled it out?"

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Rex- "Anakin, I don't want to be married anymore. The way you chew is-"

Anakin, not looking up from his comm and snacks- "Why'd you say it like that?"

Rex- "Say it like what?"

Anakin- "You didn't say divorce, that means there's another way you wanna do it. Murder, Leaving me for someone else, or you wanna do it like the ancient warriors and we dual to the death."

Rex, Fed up with this shit.- "I was kidding."

Anakin, already on his feet in a defensive position- "Dual to the death sounds fun let's do it."

Rex, getting up- "Bet"

*A twenty minute poorly executed wrestling match ensued, where it was revealed that the big, bad, highly trained military individual, is incapable of taking down a skinny bitch with vendetta against the world and who's greatest defense mechanism is their teeth*

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Padme, stressed out- "Anakin! I think I'm pregnant again!"

Anakin, having flash backs to the emotional rollercoaster that was the first pregnancy- "No, No, No, No, No, No-"

Padme- Why do you keep saying no?"

Anakin- "Because Obi-Wan used to always tell me that if I wanted something to happen I should say it over and over until it comes true....... No"

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Obi-Wan, Talking through the space version of Alexa- "Love can you come help me downstairs? I need help getting these boxes in the house."

Cody, who didn't know that the Alexa could do that- *screams very loudly at the top of his lungs and running into the other room*

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Fives, in medbay, "I won't make it this time, the force has forsaken me, avenge me Echo. AVENGE ME!!"

Echo, wiping fake tears away from his eyes. -"Just hold on brother, we'll make it through this together."

Kix, having already lost his patience earlier in the day. - "Both of you shut the Kriff up so I can put a bacta patch on your scraped knee, and you two can leave me the hell alone for the rest of the day."

*They in fact did not leave him alone for the rest of the day, and it got to the point where he had to put two fully grown men with jobs on timeout*

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Obi-Wan, watching baby Korkie play with his toys.- "I still don't believe he's mine."

Korkie- *Flashes a smile that is identical to Obi-Wan.*

Satine, snorting- "Whatever you say, Mr. My pullout game strong."

~I do want to say that My husband said this as a joke, and is genuinely in love with our little girl, just in case anyone thought he was being mean~

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Luke-*Baby Babbles, While being held by Anakin during a meeting before they ship out*

Rex, under his breath but loud enough that Padme still heard- "Oh my god, that's so cute, I would die for you."

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Ahsoka- I wanna bite you

Rex- Why?

Ahsoka- Why not?

Rex- Because that's mean.

Ahsoka- *grabs Rex's hand and bites*

Rex, sighing- Ahsoka please we're in (enter the space version of Walmart), people are gonna look at us weird.

Ahsoka, releasing him- No more then the time Anakin walked in here with nothing on but booty shorts and a crop top that said 'Babygirl'

Rex- Why are we still friends with him after that?

Ahsoka, shrugging- Because then I'd have to be the one with sparkle in the friend group again, and it just won't hit right anymore because Anakin is significantly more traumatized then I am.

#cloneshipping #clone wars incorrect quotes #star wars: the clone wars #clone trooper tup #arc trooper fives #captain Rex #rexwalker #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anidala #obi wan kenobi #codywan #commander cody #duchess satine #ahsoka tano

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angelinthefire · 1 year

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So my latest idea for deancas in the winchesters tv show (a tv show that I have not watched [... yet???]) is roughly something like this:

ok, Dean and Jack and Bobby get back to Heaven, and Dean goes into the Roadhouse this time. It's a little party. You can tell that Dean is still melancholy. And then he sees Cas again. Cas is kind of nervous. But Dean just melts when he sees him, and also manages to look somehow sadder. And he hugs him tight for a long time. And Cas relaxes too. But they're still in the Roadhouse surrounded by people, so they don't talk, and Dean gets pulled back into the celebrations.

But later, it's night, and Dean steps out back of the Roadhouse, into the field. Cas is there, looking up at the sky, hands in his pockets. Dean comes and stands next to him.

Their conversation starts out much the same way as in Full of Grace, with Dean being like:

"I missed you."

"I missed you too. Though I was hoping you'd take longer to get here."

Dean scoffs and shakes his head. "I tried, y'know. To be the guy you gave that speech to."

Cas turns to face him fully. "You are that guy."

"Cas..." Dean's gaze seaches Cas' face as he searches for what to say.

Then:

Dean focuses and asks softly, "What do you want?"

"Dean?"

"Tell me. You said the one thing you want is something you can't have. So tell me."

Cas fumbles for the right words for a beat, just the thought of what he wants alone starting to make him emotional. Finally he says with a sad smile, "To have a life with you."

And the irony is not lost on Dean. He takes a breath that's thick with tears, clearly thinking about might-have-beens. His gaze drops from Cas' eyes to his mouth, and he says with a soft desperation, "Then let's get out of here. Let's live."

Cas balks. "I can't."

"Since when do you care about rules?"

Cas just looks at him imploringly.

But Dean is already getting worked up at the idea. "Come on, what's one more time? It'll be just 30, 40 years, that's nothing." He grips Cas's arm. "But we can... you can have anything." His eyes are bright with a hungry kind of hope. "I want... I wanna give you anything."

And Cas is clearly getting reeled in. He's staring at Dean like he wants to kiss him.

"He doesn't mean it, you know."

Cas and Dean turn towards the new voice.

"Jack?" Cas says.

"He's telling you what you want to hear, so you'll do what he wants," Jack says with a kindness tipping towards pity.

"What the hell?" Dean says.

Jack turns to him, matter of factly, "Am I wrong?"

"Of course you're fucking wrong. The hell is wrong with you?"

Jack shakes his head sadly. "What's wrong with you? You have heaven, Dean." He tilts his head and narrows his eyes. "There is something wrong with you, isn't there?" he says like he's seeing it for the first time.

Dean hardens. "Then kick me outta heaven. Go on!"

"... where's Jack?" says Cas, who hasn't stopped staring at Jack the whole time.

Jack turns to him, confused.

So Cas repeats himself, firmly but slowly, "Where is Jack?"

A horrified look comes over Dean's face.

Not-Jack smiles. "He's with me. Don't worry, he's safe." It's not reassuring.

And anyways, the upshot of the following dialogue would be that Chuck didn't win. Chuck has to live out his miserable existence on earth. But God did win. Because Chuck was just a guy that God was possessing. But the way God possesses someone, they start to lose sense of themselves, and parts of their personality start to find expression in God. Chuck was petty and squirrely. Jack will be a different kind of God. But the whole thing is unsettling and chilling.

I'm not sure how I would have things escalate, but they do. Of course Cas wants God to leave Jack alone, maybe he even offers himself as a vessel but God refuses. Idk, more stuff is said, it ends with God giving them a clear and definite threat about not screwing shit up anymore.

Then he disappears.

Dean and Cas are both striken. They talk. "What do we do?" - "What can we do?" etc. etc. I haven't thought about this part in depth, but some sort of plan is made.

Dean caps off the conversation with "We've got work to do"

They head towards the impala. Then,

"Dean?"

Dean turns towards Cas.

"Did you mean it?"

Dean doesn't answer at first.

"It's okay if you didn't," Cas says. And he's sincere. He's got bigger things to be upset about now, after all. "I'd understand."

Dean gets a hard look. He moves towards Cas, grabs him by the lapels, and pulls him close, and when they're close enough to kiss, Dean says,

"We're gonna kill god. And then I'm gonna show you how much I meant it."

End scene. And then I guess Dean and Cas just pop up in the background of the main plot here and there as they chase god through the multi-verse

#spn #destiel #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #not actually fanfic #this also feels like a variation on Godot ain't got nothin' on me and my baby #and the 'run away with me' speech at the end of Ignite Your Bones #what can i say i have a handful of ideas that i am wed to

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orbit-star · 4 months

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Out of spite (Evan peters x y/n)

TW:smut,alcohol,vomit,grinding,p in v,aftercare,mention of y/n being cheated on,idk if there's anymore??

"Come on!you're not filming anymore,You don't have any other jobs,You just got cheated on,come to this party!!!" My bsf,Ellie,tried to convince me to go to a party happening like two blocks down.

"Im not in the mood right now.Go away!" I said,muffled because of the pillow I was crying in.

Ellie sighed and grabbed my ankles,pulling me out and bed and making me hit my hard wood floors.

"DAMN?!" I laughed.

"GET UP,AND GET READY!"

"I HAVE AN AMAZING IDEA!"

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We were at the party,standing on the sidewalk.

"So basically,I find some random man and convince him to kiss me so I can made Tristan jealous?" I said,making sure I had everything correct.

"Yes.NOW COME ON!!" Ellie dragged me into the party,almost making me trip up the steps.

Everything sounded muffled,too loud for me to hear correctly?The smell of weed,beer,and sweat filling my nose.As me and Ellie walked threw the crowd of people a obviously drunk woman collapsed on me.

"I n-need togopiss!" She said,slurring her words.

"Please don't do it now!" I said and helped her stand.

"You're very pretty!" She said when she saw me.

Some blonde haired guy came up and grabbed her,this one was sober.He saw me and started apologizing.

"Im so sorry!I told her to go lay down but I guess she came here instead?" He picked the girl up bridal style.

"She's very pretty,right Evan?" The girl said.

"Yes,she's very pretty,now let's get you to the couch." The man,who's name I'm guessing is Evan, took the girl somewhere.

I turn around to look for Ellie,scared cause I lost her. Oh my fucking god...how could she just leave me here?!What kind of friend is she? I completely forgot abt the plan for a sec before I saw Tristan walk in with that bitch he cheated on me with.

I looked around quickly,looking for someone to at least kiss,but not being able to find people who aren't drunk,cheating,or passed out.So had one option...I wanted to scream when I realized.It had to be that Evan guy...

He did say I was pretty?but what if that was to shut that one girl up?fuck it I had to...

On my way towards the drink table,if I'm gonna do this I don't wanna remember it.I get like two cups of random drinks at the table when I go to turn around,instantly bumping into Evan....

"Woah,you alright?" He said as he pointed at my two solo cups.

"Hm?yeah uhm..." I said.I looked behind him and at the drunk girl who's passed out,getting an idea.

"You sure" he said.

"Yeah I just gotta...I gotta-" I ran to the bathroom, my mouth filled with vomite.

"WOAH-" Evan said and helped.

Once we got to a feee bathroom I instantly threw up.Evan pulling my hair back into a ponytail.God why was he the one helping me and not Ellie?Where even is Ellie?!

"That's enough for you,come on." He said and helped me walk to the couch.

The other girls bsf came and took her away while me and Evan were gone.leaving us alone...on the couch...at a party.

"I'm gonna get you some water,stay here." He said.

"Nooooo,I don't wanna be alone?" I tried my best to put up a drink girl act,at least that will make this slightly less embarrassing??

"I will just be over there it's okay?" He said.

"Mmmmm fine." I mumbled and let go of his sweater.

He got up and went to the table.Pouring me a cup of water while he talks to someone at the table.What if I meet him in the future and he remembers this,I'm sure he's sober right now?

He walks back to the couch and hands me the water.

"Drink." He said.

I took a sip of the water then placed the cup on the floor,Evan watching my every move.How do I continue this??What if nothing happens and I just look stupid??

Wait....I have an idea.

Since Evan's staring at me,I decide to stare back.Memorizing every detail abt him.

His dark brown eyes,his shark jawline,his little beauty mark on the tip of his nose,the way he started looking at me when he realized I was staring at him... He looked confused?

"You're realllllly pretty,y'know that?" I mumbled with a smile.

"Thanks,you're pretty too?" He said.for a 2nd time.

He did the same thing I did to him,eyeing my features then netting my eyes.How can I get closer? I was thinking how I could get closer to him when Ellie FINALLY showed up.making me scoot closer to Evan till our arms were touching.(it's a rlly small couch 😭)

"HEYYYY?!Whos that?" She said.

"That's Evan"

"He's reallllly hot!" I whispered to her.

Ellie laughed,finally realizing that I was going through with our plan.

"Okay well uh,Daniel is probably looking for me so uhm...I'm gonna leave yall!" Ellie said then went to go look for this Daniel dude.

"You think I'm hot?" Evan said.

I turned around quickly,just now did I realize how close we were.

"Huh?" I said.

"I heard you.And I think you're pretty hot too.." he said.

All the noise around us stopped.everything stopped.

I look at Evan's eyes and see them shift slightly down as he licked his lips.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.

"Not anymore..." I said,looking at his lips,I wasn't supposed to actually fall in love,but now I am?

"Good." Was all he said before smashing his lips onto mine.I kissed back,the kiss quickly turning desperate as I moved to sit on his lap.

"You're not really drunk are you?" He whispered mid kiss.

"No.." I sighed.

"Good." He said and connected our lips again.He swiped his tongue on my bottom lip asking for entry,that I allowed.With his tongue roaming my mouth and his hands on my waist,I start to rock my hips on his lap.

"Mmmm.." he moaned lightly into my mouth,his hands moving my hips with more force.

"Fuck.." he moved his head into the crook of my neck.continuing to help me grind on him.

"No- not here.." he abruptly said.

He picked me up and started walking somewhere.

The way he was holding me gave me access to his neck and I instantly attached my lips to it.making him almost fall.He took us to his car,setting me in the passenger seat and him in the driver.

He started driving away from the party,speeding to wherever we were going.

I took advantage of this time and placed my hand on his boner.making his breath stutter and his eyes twitch.he looked down for a second and then at me,then back at the road.

We hit a stop light so I started palming him through his pants.

"Mhmmm..." he said and closed his eyes.

He opened his mouth in a silent moan until I stopped,letting him know the light is green.

It was like that the entire way to wherever we were going.Every red light I would palm him and then stop at the green lights.

Once we reach the area I see that it's a house.He viscously picked me up and carried me inside,not Evan making it to the living room before I was pinned against the wall with his lips glued to mine.

He was breathing heavily on the way to the couch. Throwing me in the couch before he took his sweater off.climbing on top of me and grinding into the space between my legs.

"Uhh.." he moaned.He buried his face into the crook of my neck and started leaving light kisses on them. He shortly reached his hands down to pull my shorts down.rubbing the fabric over my heat,making me throw my head back against the arm of his couch.I bucked my hips into his hands.

"You sound so beautiful damn.." he whispered in a heavy breath.

I could only moan at his words.

I reached my hands down to unbutton his pants.they only made it to his ankles by the time his thumb was under the waistband of my panties.

My mind was foggy.Was this really happening?Does Ellie know?What time is it?What if that girl is his girlfriend?!Is this wrong..?

My thoughts were cut off when I felt his fingers enter me.Pushing so far up and curling.

"F-fuck oh shit!" I moaned.Mh hands soon found his hair when he pushed his fingers back in and started a rhythm.

He must've known I was close cause he suddenly stopped?!

"No!why did you stop?" I said.

He didn't say anything,he just kissed me roughly. His hands going down to his boxers and pulling them down.Stroking his length before pushing inside me.

We both moaned at the same time.He almost collapsed on top of me,being squeezed so perfectly it almost made him come right then and there.

"Mmmnmm.." he whined in my ear.

I started moving my hips motioning him to start moving.

He retracted his hips before slamming into me.

He kept his head in the crook of my neck,and thank god cause now I can hear his moans in my ear.

He retraced his hips again and started a thrusting rhythm.breathing heavily and grunting in my ear.

"You- fuck- you feel so damn good- oh my fucking god!" He moaned into my ear.

"Faster- please faster.." I breathed.

He didn't need to be told twice,instantly pushing into me inhumanly fast.

"OH FUCK!" He moaned and gripped my waist will his nail marks were left behind.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as my hands went to his hair.his soft hair..

"Fuck I'm so- I'm so c-close..." he moaned and brought his hand down to rub circles on my clit.

"FUCK THATS IT- MMMMMMN!" I moaned and gripped his hair tighter as my orgasm came.

He moaned roughly at how I tightened around him before I felt something warm start to fill me.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He moaned and started kissing my neck.

He pulled out,panting and helped me up,bringing me to the bathroom for a shower.

Afterwards,he sat me down on his bed and put something on the tv across from his bed.

"Im gonna order us some food,you alright with that?" He asked.

"Yeah.." I smiled.

I got my phone out of the jscket I was wearing earlier and looked through my messages.

"10 messages from 'Ellie Spaghetti' "

"GIRL WHAT HAPLENED??"

"I SAW HKM GAKE TIJ OUT OF HERE SIF HE DO ANYTBING TO TOU?"

"STAY SAFE...KN MULTIPLE WAYS..."

"TRISTÁN WAS TALKING TK ONE OF EVANS FRIENDS WHEN EVANS FRIEND STARTED LAUGHING GIRL I THINK HE SAW YOU 💀"

#evan peters #smut #party #ahs coven

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jefferson-starkid · 9 months

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An incomplete list of things I loved about the RWRB movie

First and foremost he total of TWO (2) lil bicep kisses Henry gives Alex (my hearttt I will never shut up about this)

Their faces when Alex gets cake on Henry’s coat

That whole scene actually. Comedy gold

Zahra straight up attacking Alex with a pillow for being an idiot

Alex looking and acting like a 10 year old petulant child during the whole hospital closet scene lol

Heny’s little voice crack when he says “I didn’t say ‘get me out of here’ I said ‘I need to get out of here’ there is a difference” BABY

on that note you don't wanna know the amount of times I said 'oh baby' to Henry during this movie :(

The eyelashes thing making it in there even though it’s not henry who says it in the movie but idc because Taylor Zakhar Perez your eyelashes sir

Alex actually grabbing Henry’s hips at the party to show him how to dance WE LOVE A BOOK ACCURATE MOMENT

On that note GET LOW

And Henry saying ‘Did he say ‘sweat drops down my balls?’ I hollered I love that moment in the book

Henry’s lost puppy look when Alex kisses the girls

Nick Galitzine managing to perfectly portray Henry’s mannerisms in the first kiss scene ‘Henry’s whole face grimaces in frustration, his eyes casting skyward like they’re searching for help from an uncaring universe.’ Like he did that perfectly

Zahra being the iconic queen she is

“You’ve been wanting him to dick you down forever”

EVERYTHING ABOUT THE RED ROOM:

the Alexander Hamilton portrait good job movie

Alex being nervous and not knowing how to stand when waiting for Henry (ik in the book this detail was after the state dinner in his room, but idc I love that they at least kept it in this way)

SHUT UP STOP TALKING

Henry’s horrified little moment of realization when he sees Alex isn’t actually gonna yell at him for kissing him but he’s actually into this like Nick Galitzine your face sir!!! It’s so soft and sad and adorable arrgghhh

The detail of Alex hitching Henry’s tigh up around him like in the book

Amy’s ‘oh god!’ when she walks in on them

Henry immediately pretending to inspect the book case and Alex randomly playing with the flowers all ‘ACT NATURAL’ lol that made me cackle

Henry’s face as he leaves Alex’s room and lingers in the doorway a bit to just…stare at him UGH

The rich white people sex dungeon scene with the polo and alex just shamelessly thirsting after Henry lol

PARIS

“Who says ‘make love’ anymore? Are we like gonna listen to Lana Del Rey while we do it?” PLEASE

That sex scene was handled with so much care. It was so soft and sensual and they worked their asses off to show their connection and it paid off lemme tell u everyone say ‘thank you intimacy coordinator’

Like I could talk for 45 minutes about that hand shot alone

How small Henry looks lying on his side next to Alex afterwards

FIRST BICEP KISS everyone say thank you whoever wrote that in the script

Henry’s disorientated ‘sgoingon?’ when Zahra wakes them up lol just like the book

EVERYTHING ZAHRA SAYS after she finds Henry in the literal closet

You could feel the ‘Zahra does not appreciate being told to chill’ radiating off of her Sarah Shahi you absolute genius

Their faces when ‘oh and I told my sister!’ :D ‘Oh I didn’t know that!’ :D ‘Yeah she was really happy for us’ ‘I can’t wait to see her again she’s real-‘ “OKAY SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU” lol Zahra is going THROUGH it

‘Would it make any difference if I told you not to see him again?’ ‘No.’ he said that so fast I’m gonna cry

Zahra calling Henry Little Lord Fuckleroy

Ellen at least mentioning the powerpoint even though they didn’t show it

Ellen giving alex the Queer Talk™

On that note ‘the B isn’t silent’ making it in there is so important to me as a bi person

Alex reading One Last Stop

I am NOT singing karao-

Cut to henry singing karaoke

HE DID IT HE SANG DON’T STOP ME NOW and he’s all smiley and real and open and Alex noticing it and falling more in love by the second

On that note Taylor Zakhar Perez your face sir

The lake scene (SECOND BICEP KISS HOLLAA)

On the deck when Henry is slowly realizing what Alex is trying to say (aka ‘I love you) and nick’s face just goes so desperately soft as he starts to understand that this means he’ll have to leave Alex and then his face just slowly closes off like NICK GALITZINEs FACE ACTING don’t talk to meee

That little moment afterwards that Henry spends underwater with his hand on his heart just…ACHING. Ugh someone kill me

Henry is my absolute baby can you tell

David first appearing. A real ‘and everyone cheered’ moment even though the scene is heartbreaking

‘Do you love him?’ ‘What difference would it make if I did?’ and then that sad barely there smile *insert captain Holt ‘PAAAIIINNNNN’ gif here*

“I stormed a fucking castle to look you in the eye and tell you that I love you, knowing that you wouldn’t say it back. So no, Henry, in fact, this is costing me everything.” LORD

”I can love you and want you and still not want that life. I’m allowed, all right? And it doesn’t make me a liar. It makes me a man with some infinitesimal shred of self-preservation, and you don’t get to come here and call me a coward for it” is one of my favourite passages in the book and I am so fucking happy they kept it. Nick slayed that scene

In fact their acting in that whole sequence was amazing

“tell me to go” NOOOO I love that they kept it but it’s so sadddd

The fact that they actually filmed in the V&A

Henry mentioning dreaming of dancing there with a person he loved and Alex wasting zero time putting on a song (cry emoji)

Henry giving Alex his signet ring like in the book, but then them adding that Alex gives Henry his key in return I AM UNWELL

That little montage of cute intimate moments between A&H during Alex’ speech

YAYYYY they kept the Zahra and Shaan subplot

“Yeah I thought you might see it our way, I’ll hold” QUEEN ZAHRA

BABY

BABYYY

And then Henry’s little breathless ‘Alex?’ STOPPPP

I’m serious baby making it into the film had me WEAK I had to pause for a full 30 seconds to scream into my pillow

Running towards each other on the stairs :’)

PLAYING PIANO TOGETHER AAAAAA

“I’m white and upper class so my affection comes with strings” lol at least he's self aware

The hand holding during the meeting with he king

“I love you” “I love you more “ “I think that’s up for debate”

Henry wearing the tie with the yellow roses of Texas :’)

In conclusion was the movie perfect? No! did I still love it? Yes!

#rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb spoilers #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #casey mcquiston #red white and royal blue

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 3 months

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THE TEXT CONVOS !! I hope it looks ok. I left spaces between the texts (ALSO THANK U FOR THE REQUEST 💗 ) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍒: Buy pads please!! 🍊: Already did, anything else that may satisfy her majesty? ❤️

🍊: Hi pretty. Can't find my tie, did you took it? It's the navy one 🍒: No, must've been your side chick :( 🍊: Please tell me you're joking 🍒: I'm not 🍊: Woman I practically worship the ground you walk on 🍒: Screenshotting this to Lem. Also your tie is with me :) 🍊: You two got jokes huh

🍒: Pretty women called "sleepless nights worried about my husband" is waiting for me in bed 🍊: Not tonight love. Coming home in 5

🍊: What kind of streets do ghosts hunt? 🍊: Dead ends

🍊: Really want to shoot him in the head 🍒: What are you talking about? 🍊: He's so fucking cocky huh? 🍒: Ladybug? He's not doing anything 🍊: That "we should all order some food" sounded pretty flirty to me 🍒: You deserve the electric chair

🍊: Are you from Mississippi? Cause you're the only miss who's piss I'll sippie [You blocked this contact]

🍊: That nob better stop touching your shoulder before I give him a lobotomy 🍊: Got the "little off the top" looking haircut 🍒: HE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER 🍊: He should see an optometrist since he clearly didn't notice the ring on your finger 🍒: I told him I have a husband 5 times already but he said "it doesn't matter", so I gave him your number 🍊: That's my girl

🍒: [1 image attached] 🍊: Oh my fucking god 🍊: God took his time with you

🍒: Would you be mad at me if I punched you in the face? 🍊: What's the context love? Are we making out and you just started beating me up? 🍒: Why would I EVER do that??? 🍊: You tell me, you were the one who asked. 🍊: Wait you might actually be onto someting here love 🍒: THATS IT, SEX BAN 🍊: WHAT

🍒: What is taking you so long? 🍊: Lady at the cashier won't leave me alone 🍒: Please hurry up I want you to eat me out :( [Tan reacted with ❤️] 🍒: Tell her "husband duties are calling"

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: I'm really over here with Aristotle talking about plumbs and farmers and shit

🍒: Did you actually got into a fight with that Kimura guy just because he said he didn't like my tie? 🍋: Cherry defender first, human second

🍋: Bro is not listening to me 🤼‍♂️ 🍒: I'll hear you out on Henrys 🍋: [voice message: 42:33]

🍋: Got bored so I drew you 🍋: [1 image attached] 🍒: Thanks !! 🍒: Why do I have 3 fingers on each hand though? 🍋: I stole the other four

🍒: Are the cookies you left for me a prank? 🍋: Are they that bad? 🍒: What?? No!! Of course not!! 😊 I loved them!! 🫶 🍋: I got a feeling you're being sarcastic

🍋: Tan said nobody likes lemons 🍒: I'll kill him

🍒: The bartender asked for my phone number 🍋: BOOOOOO 📢📢 every time 🍒: I gave him Tan's number. Wanna catfish him? 🍋: LETS GO I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍊: The group name is stupid 🍋: IT'S GENIUS 🍒: It's literally what we are 🍊: I think I should've named the group so it wouldn't be something stupid 🍋: "Tangerines are sophisticated" This you❓ 🍒: Point and laugh 🫵🤣 🍊: Piss off

🍋: I burned the pasta 🍊: You can cook? 🍋: I tried 🍊: Never do it again 🍋: Piss off at least I wasn't the one who dropped the pod on the floor 🍒: This is why you two aren't allowed in my kitchen

🍊: I'm just saying, relationships should be 50/50 🍊: She looks pretty, while I growl at anyone who looks at her 🍋: It's getting harder and harder to defend you 🍒: People are gonna think you're insane 🍋: He is

🍋: [1 image attached, it's a selfie of us three] 🍋: BOY WE SEE THEM BABY BLUES 🍒: I swear people don't even say bless you anymore, they just stare at you like that 🍊: Do you two ever stop to think about what you're saying? 🍋: No 😼 🍒: Nope 🍊: It shows

yeah no kidding you aced the shit out of these!!! and they are so fun to read !! I definitely get what you mean now by them being fun😭

LOVE LOVE LOVED them all but these have gotta be my faves

THIS ONE??? had my cracking up. was still thinking about it and laughing to myself ages after reading 😭😭

little off the top and the ring comment 😭

and giving the guy tan number and him saying that’s my girl🫠

god took his time with you??? melting

WHY IS THAT SO ACCURATE!!! lemon definitely sends really long voice messages and spams with videos. like he’s giving you mini personal vlogs😭😭😭 he just starts talking about the most random shit walking around the house. “… yeah they said his car is fucked— no way. I just found this.” and holds it out to the camera and then he carries on with whatever he was saying before

I feel like he struggled to draw all 10 fingers and got fed up so gave you simpson hands instead

#ask #💺#tangerine #tangerine headcanon #lemon #tangerine and lemon

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elisysd · 9 months

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Physical - Dua Lipa

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

I don't wanna live another life 'Cause this one's pretty nice

Charles didn’t leave her side, refusing to go celebrate with the team or anyone for what mattered. He couldn’t, wouldn’t leave Lya, alone. Not anymore. And not certainly in a hospital that reminded him one of the worst moment of his life. Lya was sleeping peacefully and the only thing that could be heard was the regular “bip” from the monitoring machine, breaking the silence of the room. She looked so fragile, in her hospital gown and her being so pale. Charles gulped and let a tear fall. He realised he could have lost her. He had already lost so many people in his life; he couldn’t lose her too. It was unfathomable. She was his family, the one he longed to come home to whenever he was away. If something were to happen to her, he couldn’t get over it.

The white walls made him sick. This place made him sick. Too many dark memories were attached to it and seeing Lyanna there, he couldn’t help but think of his father. He shook his head trying to make the images of his dad go away. He was suffocating, as if an invisible hand was strangling him. And then he broke down. All the events of the day came rushing in. His dire need to gasp for air ended up waking up Lyanna who opened her tired eyes and looked straight at him.

“Charles… Oh my God, Charles, talk to me. Baby, please talk to me.”

She was fully awake. She was dying to stand up and take him in her arms to whisper sweet nothings to him but couldn’t because of everything her body was linked to.

“I can’t lose you, Lya. I can’t. It will break me. If the doctors find something…”

“They won’t find anything. I promise you they won’t.”

“You can’t promise. You don’t know that. I already lost Jules and my dad, I refuse to loose you too. You’re the love of my life. You’re the one I want to grow old with. I refuse to give up on that.”

“And we will grow old together. The doctors are just being careful, okay. Please don’t assume the worst.”

“I want to be strong Lyanna. For you. You need me to be strong.”

“I need you to be you. If you feel the need to break down, please let me be the shoulders you cry on. I don’ t need you to be the hero who will save the day. You can be the little lost boy with me. I want to see all your flaws and failures because it makes me love you more. Not less. Never less.”

Charles took his head in his hands and started to sob uncontrollably. Lyanna tried to scoot over to give him a little space that he took promptly. Carefully, he put his head on her chest, listening to her heart beating steadily. His hands reached for her as he tangled his legs between hers. Lyanna ran her hand through Charles's hair, doing her best to calm him down. She could feel his tears wetting her gown and against her will, a tear escaped her eye.

“I’m staying the night here. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“You can’t stay Charles, the nurses won’t be okay with that.”

“Watch me. I was shit scared today.”

“I’m sorry. Really. But you need to rest and prepare for Canada.”

“I’m not going. I’m staying here, making sure you are okay.”

“Don’t be stupid. You are going, you have a championship to win. And I’ll be fine, no more promo for me, no more shooting, plenty of time to rest and take care of me. I was thinking of a spa day with Carla and your mom. I promise you, I’ll be fine.”

“Fine.” he mumbled. “But you are coming with me for the European races and it’s not negotiable.”

She sighed and kissed his forehead. Charles shifted a little and got up delicately, making sure he was not hurting Lyanna in the process. Willy-nilly, he kissed her one last time , promising her to be there first thing tomorrow as she would go through a series of medical tests and he definitely didn’t want her to do this alone. And if he was honest with himself, he needed to personally make sure she was okay.

On his way back, he stopped at him mom. He was exhausted and needed the comfort of his mother arms. And he didn’t want to go back to his place without Lyanna. It was hurting him too much. His mother welcomed him with open arms and made him a cup of tea before he proceeded to explain to her what the doctor had said and shared his worries with her.

“Lya is strong Charles, I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

“I hope mom. Because if she isn’t…”

“Shut up. I only want positive thoughts, okay. For Lyanna.”

“I’m so scared mom, I’m just so, so scared.”

“I know, Charlie. I know.”

“It’s been years since you called me that way.”

“It’s been years since I’ve seen you this lost and sad.”

He ended up spending the night in his childhood bedroom and as promised as soon as visiting hours were up, he was in Lyanna’s room with a little bag full of pastries he managed to sneak in without the nurses noticing. Lyanna was already feeling a little bit better, she was not as pale as the day before even if she was still tired. She thanked Charles for the breakfast, complaining about how a glass of orange juice and a tea was simply not enough for her. They chatted for an hour or so before the nurse arrived to prepare her for the biopsy. Lyanna could see Charles gulped and offered him a reassuring smile.

“When will we know if she is okay?” he asked.

“It depends… I’d say, in a week or so but between us the doctor doesn’t suspect anything with her, it’s just a precaution. She is okay and will probably be discharged tomorrow or the day after.”

Charles nodded, feeling a little bit better. But he knew he would feel totally fine once they would have the results and Lyanna would be cleared completely.

And indeed, two days later, Lyanna was back home with a ton of medicines to take but she was better. She felt a little less tired and at least she could walk on her own. The following days, true to his words, Charles was not leaving her side to the point that it started to get on her nerves. That’s why one morning as Charles was packing for Canada, she called Carla to ask if she would like to go shopping with her. She needed to get out of the house and away for Charles and his constant needs to make sure she was okay. He treated her like a fragile thing unable to do anything. If she was listening to him she would have to stay in their bed all day, every day, and she just couldn’t and didn’t want to. That’s what she explained to Charles when expressed his concerns to her.

“I’m suffocating Charles. I love you, I’m so grateful that you have been there for me, you helped me so much but I need to breathe. And to be away from you a little bit, okay.”

“But if something happen to you….”

“Carla will be here. And if it makes you feel better, I text you when I find her and when I’m coming home, okay? But I really need to get out of here and you need to pack.”

“Fine…”

As soon as she found Carla at the shopping centre, Lyanna started to tell her all about how Charles was acting like she was made on paper.

“I love him, I truly do but he was such a pain in the ass. You know, I’m kind of glad he leaves tomorrow because that means that I’ll finally get some time for me. Does that make me selfish? Am I a bad girlfriend?”

“No you’re not, you’re human. But Charles was so scared. We all were. But Charles, it was on another level.”

“I know. Believe me I know, I feel bad enough… That’s why I needed to get out of the house and what’s better than a shopping therapy between girls to forget all about boys problems?”

“100% agree! Any ideas in mind?”

“Since I’ll be coming with him for the European races, I was thinking of finding new outfits especially for that. And we will be going to Wimbledon together so I definitely need to find something cute and dressy and chic for the occasion.”

“I like how you think, Lya.”

She came back late at night and as soon as she opened the door Charles rushed to her to check if she was okay.

“Charles! I’m good! You, on the other hand, need to sleep because you leave early tomorrow.”

“I know but I wanted to wait for you. Did you eat properly? Did you drink enough water? I can prepare you something really quick,if you need…”

“That’s a big no, you stay away from the stove. And I’m fine! I’m just tired.”

“I can give you an extra pillow if you want, so you get more comfortable and…”

“No Charles! I’m tired of you!” she exclaimed stopping Charles in his track.

There was a pause during which Charles looked at her, shocked.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to say it like this…”

“But you mean it.” he added with a sad look on his face.

“I… it’s just… How can I explain without looking like an ungrateful bitch? You’ve been amazing with me. Patient and thoughtful and all. But sometimes, you are too much. I get it, Charles. I know you’ve been scared but the truth is, I’m fine. You are not losing me; you’ll never lose me okay. You need to let your fears aside, I’m not going anywhere.” she explained as she sat down on the sofa taking his hands in hers and forcing him to sit next to her. “Here’s what we will do, I promise you to tell you whenever I feel even slightly sick okay?”

He nodded and put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him.

“I know I’ve been a little overprotective. I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m just scared but it stresses me out to still have to wait for your biopsy results and knowing that I probably won’t be there when you’ll get them… I don’t like it.” he confessed.

“What about this, I call you as soon as I receive them and then we can open them together.”

“I think it would make me feel better.”

“Then, it’s settled.”

She got her results the Thursday before the Canadian Grand Prix. As soon as she received the envelope from her doctor, she texted Charles who told her he would call her right after the press conference. When she received his call, he was in a corner near what seemed to be the public toilets.

“So, tell me.” He hurried her.

Slowly she opened the envelope and carefully read the letter.

“It’s negative, Charles.”

“Negative as in you are all good, no trace of cancer or anything?”

“No trace of cancer. I’m all good.”

“Thank God. I could cry.”

She laughed at his reaction. Truth is, she was relieved as well and as much as him.

“Stop it! We are acting dramatic over stupid medical exams, imagine when I’ll tell you that I’m expecting our first child.” she blurted out before gasping.

There was a long silence, a little awkward. They never had that talk, or at least it never had been serious. Of course they both wanted to spend their life together and Lyanna guessed that at some point it could mean having children, but nothing was planned. She didn’t know when she would be ready or if she would be one day. And Charles was focused on his career. There was no way, a child could fit in their life today.

“Yeah… but you’re not, right? Pregnant I mean.”

“No. No I’m not, I’m sorry I don’t know why I’ve said that.”

“No, don’t be. Uhm… I’ve got to go. I call you later, okay?”

It’s a Charles distraught that bumped into Pierre who was on his way back to the Alpine’s hospitality to get a coffee.

“Hey mate, you good?”

“I just had the weirdest conversation with Lya. She is good by the way, no cancer.”

“You must be relieved. It’s a good news. So, what happened?”

“She mentioned us having kids. It was totally out of nowhere and I wasn’t prepared. I might have told her that I had somewhere to go when in fact it’s just that I feel weird.”

“You want kids, though.”

“Yes, I do. And sooner rather than later.”

“Okay, perfect. And with her, right?”

“Of course with her!”

“So, where is the problem? I’m not following or maybe I missed something.”

“I don’t know where the problem is, Pierre! I don’t even know if there is a problem! That’s the problem!”

“Okay… stop freaking out. Get a grip, Charles.”

“I’m not freaking out! Or maybe a little. I don’t know. Do you think I’ll be a great dad?”

“You are amazing with kids, I’ve sen you around my nephews and nieces they love you.”

“But there is a difference between being good with your kids and being good with other people kids. What if my kid resents me because of my job? What if despite trying my best I fail them? What if I’m not making them proud. I want to be the superhero kind of dad, the one they brag about, you know. Not the one they are ashamed of.”

“Charles, you are overthinking it. And I think you have all the answers you need. The fact that you are asking these types of questions just show that you’ll be just good.”

“I don’t want to be just good. I want to be the best dad ever to them.”

From the other side of the Atlantic, Lyanna was freaking out as well, on the phone with her best friend.

“I’m stupid. I’m so stupid. Why did I ever mention kids? Like, I don’t even know where it comes from!”

“It comes from the fact that you have a boyfriend that you love very much and that is not just a random guy in your life, he is the one with who you want to spend your life with. It’s called growing up Lyanna.”

“When did you ever get that wise?”

“It seems like I grew up as well. No but seriously, it will be fine. Talk to him, face to face, I don’t think it’s a conversation to be held over the phone. I’m sure the poor guy is panicking as well.”

“Thank you for listening to my rambling.”

“I love you, you’re my best friend. My annoyingly cute best friend, almost my sister.”

“Shut up you’re going to make me cry!”

“Hormonal much, sweetie?” Emilie joked.

“I hate you!”

When they spoke on the phone later that day, both Lyanna and Charles were careful to avoid any mention of the previous conversation, even though both knew it was on their minds.

Charles scored another podium finish in Canada by taking P3, despite starting from P2, a result of wet weather oscillating between sun and rain and poor tyre management. He was happy to leave Canada, even though it was a track he loved, to finally be able to return to Europe and reunite with Lyanna. Charles didn’t really have the opportunity to enjoy is little time off as it was already time to prepare for Barcelona.

Him and Carlos, especially Carlos, were welcomed warmly by the crowd there, as Lyanna was staying a little on the side, letting Charles talk to his fans and enjoy the moment. She let him do his thing as she started to wander around the paddock, enjoying the sun on her face and the calm before the big rush of the Sunday. She was about to sit outside the Ferrari hospitality with a coffee and a good book when she heard two young girls squealed at her sight.

“Oh my God, oh my God, Lyanna! We are such big fans!”

Lyanna looked in their directions and waved at them. The two girls were wearing Ferrari merch and signed caps with the number 16 on them, making Lyanna smiled.

“Can you sign our caps as well. We already managed to have Charles autographs but we would love to have yours.”

“Yeah, sure. Do you have a sharpie or something? I was not expecting that to happen so I didn’t really come prepare.”

“Well, we did! We love you and Charles together, you are so cute and couple goals together.”

“Thank you! And we’re not goals, believe me. We are a normal couple with their own problems and disagreements sometimes.” she laughed as she was putting her signature next to Charles’.”

“And we are so excited for Flowers and Crown! Ferrari as well! Is Charles doing a cameo in it? There were some rumours online about it.”

“Well, at the risk of disappointing, no Charles in the movie. Between us, I think he is a terrible actor.” she confessed with a wink to the girls.

They chatted for a little while before the two girls leave to roam around the paddock, not without giving to Lyanna a big scrapbook for Charles that they didn’t have the time to give to him.

The weekend ended up with a double podium for Ferrari Charles getting P2 and saw Carlos’ win in his home race. It was a pretty emotional weekend for everyone but there was no time for them to recover as Austria was next.

Charles was pretty confident with the weekend and it was particularly relaxed that they entered the paddock ahead of qualifying. On their way to the hospitality they were both stopped by a journalist who wanted to get a few reactions from Charles.

“So Charles how do you feel about qualifying? And the weekend overall?”

“Pretty good, to be honest. We have the car and the performance and it’s a track where I always had good results. And I have my own personal lucky charm with me, so I’m not worried.”

Lyanna blushed and looked at him weirdly. It was the first time Charles was this open and public with their relationship. The journalist then looked at her.

“What it is like Lyanna, for you, to be there? How important it is?”

“It’s definitely an experience that I’ve never thought I would live that’s for sure. But there is something particularly impressive to watch Charles on track. I’m really proud of him.”

The journalist didn’t take up much more of their time and they both continue to walk to the garage.

“I’d almost said that watching you doing your job was particularly sexy. Thank God I stopped in time or the media team would have had damage control to do” she laughed.

“Sexy, uhm?” he whispered in her ear, her hand in his.

“Very sexy. This red racing suit does inexplicable things to my body.”

“I have a few minutes to spare, care to show me what it does to you?”

Charles ended up on pole right in front of Max. The Dutchman was the first one to congratulate him after the session as they were both headed out of the paddock. As Max started to talk to Charles and explained exactly what he thought went wrong in his performance and how he thought Charles was at the top of his form, Lyanna approached Kathryn, Max’s new girlfriend, after his split with Kelly a few months ago.

“Hey, I don’t think we’ve ever met, I’m Lyanna, Charles’s girlfriend.”

“Nice to meet you. It’s my first Grand Prix, I didn’t know what to expect… it feels a little bit overwhelming.”

“I know what you feel. It’s not easy to manage with two men who attract a lot of attention. But if you ever need a friend here, I’ll be happy to be your. I know a few people as well that would be glad to meet you.”

“Thank you Lyanna. It means a lot.”

And then, it was finally time for Silverstone. Charles had never been the luckiest there but he was feeling on a roll, accumulating podiums and wins and beginning to slightly distance Max in the championship even though he had to be careful since Red Bull first driver was not that far, a mistake from Charles’ end he could easily make a come back. But the stars seemed to be aligned for once for Charles and he finished the race first. He was on roll and Lyanna could see that it was slowly getting to his head and he was cockier than usual, something Lyanna didn’t like very much.

Since Silverstone was once again the same week than Wimbledon, Charles and Pierre were invited and brought Kika and Lyanna along. Lyanna loved tennis, a sport she practised when she was younger and it was the first time that she was attending a game. It was the semi-final Alcaraz-Medvedev, two players that Lyanna loved. She loved and enjoyed every second of it, stressing out for the players, gasping and burying her head into Charles shoulder during moments of tension. She knew that pictures would circulate but she didn’t care, she was comfortable enough in her relationship to not be bothered about what people would think.

After the game, Pierre asked if anyone would be tempted to play to which Lyanna agreed happily. First they decided to make Lyanna play against Charles and Kika against Pierre. Charles was pretty confident he would win and what a surprise it was when she crunched him, winning by far.

“It’s not fair! I had the sun in my eyes and couldn’t see the ball.”

“You are a sore loser. Admit it, I played well.”

“You made me run from one side of the court to the other all the time! I’ve played nice with you.”

“I’ve never asked for you to do that! Finally a sport that I’m better than you! I’m not going to let you live it down!”

“Are you guys up to play double? Let’s say Lya and I against you and Kika.” Charles turned to Pierre who was laughing at something Kika had said.

This time Charles won and it made him really happy.

“I had the best partner to win!” he bragged putting one loose arm around Lya’s shoulders.

“So now, I’m a good player and it was not only luck? Interesting.”

The group continued to laugh together as they later decided to roam around the streets in London, enjoying Lyanna’s comments as she was showing them her favourite places. They spent a few days in the English capital enjoying the little break before Hungary where Ferrari was bringing a huge upgrade package. Unfortunately it didn’t work as well as expected. despite a start P3, Charles had to DNF rather quicky in the race due to a mechanical problem with the engine. It was a frustrated Charles that Lyanna met in is driver’s room.

“Charles, it’s okay. It can happen…”

“It’s not okay, Lyanna! I was fine, I was ahead of Max in the championship, I didn’t have to worry about anything, just to secure a top 5 to get a little bit more of a comfortable advance. But this fucking DNF is making me do a huge step backward! The upgrades were supposed to give us more pace and regularity! Not the other way around!”

“I know that I can’t understand what you feel but…”

“No, you can’t! You don’t know what it is like and you’ll never know! You are just there, looking pretty and cheering me on but you’re not useful in that type of situation, Lyanna.”

“Okay, now you’re mean.”

“I’m not mean! I’m just stating the truth and if you can’t handle it then you are free to go. I don’t need your pity, I don’t need you to try to comfort me when we both know that you know nothing about motorsport and you know nothing about why is it so important for me to win and to win with Ferrari. I can’t offer any mistake, the team either.” he angrily said while throwing his cap towards the door, where Lyanna was standing.

She flinched but did not move. Charles needed to get rid of his frustration and if it had to be on her, then so be it. She knew he didn’t mean anything he said. She preferred seeing him like that all worked up than seeing him keep things to himself and pretend everything was fine.

“Mistakes happen, and you are great enough to bounce back. You did it in the past, you will again.”

“I need to feel that the team is 100% focus and behind me. I can’t DNF for an issue that could have been seen prior and already fixed.”

He sat down the couch and took his head in his hands, sighing. Lyanna didn’t move, letting him process his thoughts on his own.

“I’m sorry, Lya.” he said after a moment. “I didn’t want to snap at you like that, you are not responsible.”

“It’s okay. Sure it was not pleasant but I know you by now. You didn’t mean it.” she sat down beside him putting her hand on his back and tracing small circles. She could feel him relax a bit. “I’m proud of you, no matter what, even if I don’t always understand everything I can see all the hard work and all the love you put in the team. It will pay off. I’m sure of it.”

“I've always thought that I was good at handling the pressure. But there is so much at stake.”

Lyanna could see him slowly breaking down as he was explaining to her all the reasons why he felt insecure about the championship.

“Of course, there is the outside pressure with the media, the fans and all… Of course I want to win for you, for my family and for everyone that believed in me at some point in my life. But, I think… I should I phrase that? I feel guilty and it’s eating me whole.”

She listened to him in silence, letting him process his thoughts and phrase them the way he wanted.

“I’ve never told you that but one of the last things I told my dad before he passed away was that I had secured a seat in F1. It was a lie. I lied to my dad on his death bed, Lya. What kind of son does it makes me? My mom was so mad at me. But my dad… he was so happy. So, so happy. Bu there is a part of me that feels guilty ever since. As if I had betrayed him somehow. It’s stupid I know, especially considering that I did end up in F1 and I’m here in Ferrari and I know that from wherever he is, he is proud. But I think, in order to feel completely in peace with myself, I need to win. It’s more that just a title and a pretty trophy for me, Lya. It’s about making things right.”

“Oh, Charles… come here” she said as she was seeing a tear rolling down his cheek. “It’s not stupid. But you have to let go of the guilt and the pain and remember why you race in the first place, why it makes you so happy. Why are you putting you through all of this, Charles? You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to but I just want you to think about it. I want you to step in the car happy and not guilty because you feel embodied by some sort of sacred mission. The trophy will be yours and yours only, not anyone else’s and certainly not ghosts’. You have to move forward and not let the past guide you. There are so many amazing things waiting for you.” “I know. You’re one of them. Thank you, I needed to hear that.”

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bloodybreakupscene · 9 months

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tom holland! peter parker x reader

-> so uh basically flash makes fun of peter and is like "embarassinggg 😳!!" so he runs out the cafeteria like a disney channel character but u comfort him l8r so it's okay

-> wrote this while i was in sugarland texas!! it was so much fun :3 n e ways im so hungry (　；∀；) and i want a fruit smoothie

"peter look! there they are!" ned pointed, hinting peter towards your presence at the table across from theirs.

"shh! keep your voice down, what if they hear you?" peter said, shoving ned's arm down.

"they probably heard you already." mj rolled her eyes.

"no way, we're pretty far. . . right?" he asks, half rhetorical and half serious. mj ignores it and ned laughs. "don't worry pete! I'm sure they love you already, you just don't know it_!"

peter lays his head down on his arm and absentmindedly stares at you, you were talking with your friends sitting at a semi occupied table, hand swirling around a straw that was inside your chocolate milk carton. there was only one person he recognized sitting next to you and it was flash.

"penis parker! something you wanna say to us or what?"

speaking of flash, peter's lovestruck face falters and is replaced with a confused one. he noticed that each and every one of the people in your small friend group were staring at him, including you. his face immediately flushes as you both make eye contact.

"is he gonna say anything?" one of your friends mentions to you.

"how about you leave us alone, flash, he's not hurting you." mj defends, frankly tired of flash's behavior over the years.

"exactly, it's not even you he's staring at!" ned attempts to defend. peter and mj really don't know how to respond to that other than a shocked and 'oh my god i can't believe you just said that what the hell ned' look.

the table collectively goes 'oooo' [ aside from you ] in a childlike manner, which embarrasses him even further. he wanted nothing more than to crawl underground and become one with the moles and dirt.

flash whistles, "damn then, who were you staring at." he eyes you, in which you glare at him, a silent message for him to not say what he's about to say.

"i think i know who it is, but you gotta help me out here man, who's got your—"

"flash shut up." you say, in a light tone, but stern enough for him to know that you were actually kind of serious.

"that confirmed it." he jokes, no one really paying attention to him anymore.

you shoot peter an apologetic look and he stares back at you, an unanalyzable expression painting his face. your group continues to discuss miscellaneous topics as his exponentially smaller trio try to comfort him. you save him the embarrassment by not sparing him any glances.

"it wasn't that bad of an interaction! at least they defended you."

"ned! it was your fault this happened in the first place!"

"nuh uh."

"it's okay guys, not that big of a deal." peter brushed off, "gonna do the restroom really quick, yeah." they look at him unconvinced but inevitably let him go. he sits outside the restroom near a water fountain.

embarrassing, is all he found that interaction to be. he just needed to be alone for a bit. what pissed him off was that it was a joke, he wasn't supposed to take it this seriously. it was worse that he walked out of the cafeteria feeling and looking stupid, at least in his mind.

"hi."

he looks up; oh shit it's you.

"oh, uh, hey."

"sorry about. .you know. .flash."

"it's fine, nothing i'm not used to!" he laughs slightly, ignoring the fact that he is most definitely not used to flash's bullying just yet.

"well uh, whatcha' listening to?" you sit next to him on the floor.

"oh just, generic stuff, i guess, here." he hands you one of his earbuds, blush apparent on his face. you smile as you put in your ear as you guys share your different tastes in music, eventually spending your whole lunch period together.

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liliallowed · 6 months

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@asterclaw

that's mainly what I work with actually...

on different toxic levels. I personally see dust and player as queer platonic or like, idk. bad buddies. not really friends not really enemies, but they get it. a sense of understanding.

tw psychological manipulation

tw abusive relationships

behold the levels of worse I can make this ship:

level1: (frenemy dynamic):

they're frenemies. dust doesn't really LIKE them but appreciates their dedication to at least own up to their choices and face this regret instead of resetting. he also hates them for it because they're depriving him of seeing his brother again. both hate them and KIND of care.

they do change, but not in a way that feels disingenuous. they're still here to fight him. but not as an enemy. just as a playmate or rival. they don't need his mercy or forgiveness. just his company. redefining boundaries and the dynamic itself to just sparring.

you wanna get stronger to face me? fight for it! oh shit-are you ok? do you need healing items dude? hold on I'll get something.

but they never actually hurt him. baby steps. they do care. they just want to earn the chance. they'll wait for him to give them the chance. they don't want to force anything on him anymore.

level2(letting go):

realistically this would be one of the best actions to do in abusive relationships no matter how hard it is to rip the band-aid off or go against your attachment issues. they leave cuz they don't wanna hurt him.

but then that'll leave him all alone in the underground.

level 3 (feigning ignorance):

the angst levels jump on this one. the whole taking accountability thing kinda drops to zero here with the player self deleting the memory of their in world image, letting sans struggle with killing a person who doesn't remember anything they did. is that person even the same? our choices make up who we are but if one never made those choices or didn't remember would that even be the same?

or maybe a different vessel. a different account. a different identity. you're a petty liar =)

a cheap way out but it has a 60 percent chance of working. a tiny bit manipulative.

level 4 (twisted mind):

he's a fictional character why bother humoring his whims? you'll just alter his preferences and rebuild him from scratch. one that doesn't hate you. one that'd like you.

maybe live a double life? kill one and then cuddle with the other who remembers nothing. self indulgence can be nice when you don't treat the people as people and more like objects.

if it fails? try again. again and again till one attempt works.

this is where player would start becoming kinda irredeemable... and a manipulative control freak.

level 5 (oh shit):

this one's worse than all of them. you don't even bother making him like you back and just force everything you want. consent? he's a FICTIONAL character for god's sake, why even ask when you can just take what's yours?

he's just an object of entertainment to you.

this one might be actually triggering cuz some real people are just this disgusting too.

it's just different levels of apathy.

he's more likely to be more open to player the more genuine their actions are. if you wanna talk to him on HIS level? he might give you a shot. if not? you'll either accept that rejection or take it with a undeserved circumference.

#player x sans #dusttale sansanomoly #fanon dust on a meta sense would be level 3 btw #joking JOKING! i just take fics to seriously lol #but like if dust read fics of himself he'd probably feel weird #he's my bbg #slight unreality?

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It needs editing but it's very cute and a fun idea that I wanna share so *throws random god au at u*

Another thud against the door. The wood splintered, hinges creaking. It wouldn't hold much longer.

"What do we do, Phil?! He won't respond to either of us!" Wilbur looked to his blond friend, frantic, leaning all his weight on the door just like his winged companion.

"We need to calm him down and fast! If he makes it to the Overworld, it'll be a disaster!" He cringed at the memories, at the thousands upon thousands of bodies, at the exhausted expression of his already overworked wife.

"But what could possibly-" The brunet interrupted himself, lighting up like he'd just had a brilliant idea. "I have a brilliant idea! Phil, can you stall while I'm gone?"

"Gone!? To do what??"

"He's our only chance! I'll be back soon!" With that, Wilbur took off, leaving Phil to desperately hold back the raging Blood God alone.

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Dream felt very, very tired. Truthfully, he always did, but right now he was completely justified. Surrounded by his dearest friends, belly full of the newest batch of delicious muffins Bad made, and wrapped in a blanket of warmth from the gradually dissipating heat of the ovens. His friends had already fallen into slumbers of wonderful dreams--he made sure of that. He yawned, eyelids growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. Just as unconsciousness began to tug at his mind, the door slammed open.

"Dream! Dream, are you in here?!" A familiar voice called from across the room.

Now very awake, Dream rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up from the couch cuddle pile, displacing the Blobs that had settled on him. "Wilbur? What's wrong?"

"It's bad, Dream! It's Techno, he's gone berserk!"

His friends began to stir as well, furrowed brows and groans urging them to 'keep it down.' "What? What's wrong with Techno?"

"Just c'mon! We don't have time!" Wilbur grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet before breaking into a sprint, dragging Dream with him.

Though highly confused, Dream kicked his feet into gear to run alongside him. "Woah! Wilbur, slow down, just tell me what's-"

"He's crazy! He keeps talking about blood and Chat-"

"What!? Where is he?" The sheep god looked to him, now wearing a similarly panicked expression.

"On his island still, hopefully. I passed Tommy and Tubbo and told them, so-hey, wait! Dream! Be careful!" Dream had already dashed ahead. It never made sense to Wilbur, why Dream was so damn fast. Nothing about giving people good dreams and singing lullabies required quick feet, but right now Wilbur was just grateful. All he could do at the moment was pray--no pun intended--that his idea worked out.

There wasn't much more to run, Dream found, because Techno was not on his island anymore. He'd made it into the main Heavens, a gold plated road flanked on both sides by shops and important buildings, not too unlike a human marketplace. Any gods that had occupied the stalls had already, wisely vacated the area. The only reasons Techno hadn't demolished them all by now were due to the two tenacious teens and a pesky flying Philza all taking turns slowing him down by any means necessary.

It was a losing battle, each flung to the side like mere flies when they got too close. Then, Dream saw his eyes.

His pig mask had been discarded, revealing the scars on pink skin, darker-than-night sclera, and pupils reduced to thin white rings glowing dangerously. He'd heard bits of stories and rumors through the divine grapevine, one in particular of how 'rivers ran red when the pig's eyes turned black.'

Again, he threw Tommy away from him, roaring loud and ferocious as the young blond crashed into Tubbo who'd been trying to pick himself up. Then, he managed to catch the hem of Phil's robe, yanking him down and pinning him with a hand around his throat. His other hand raised, claws extended as he bared his teeth and tusks.

"Techno!!" Dream shouted, grabbing his attention just before he brought the claws down. "Why don't ya pick on someone your own size!?"

(Though he was decidedly not Techno's size, he knew he could go toe-to-toe with him any day, even now when Techno wasn't himself.)

The Blood God growled under his breath and rose from the floor. He snarled, approaching slowly at first then beginning to charge, hooves stomping on the paved road. Dream straightened his posture, solid and defiant, and opened his mouth.

Melodic syllables spilled from his lips, wordless; a simple tune of soothing sounds. Techno did not falter. Dream sang louder, sweeter, drawing out each note to the rhythm of a calm ocean. He strengthened the output of his lavender and chamomile scent as Techno got closer. Belting now, he raised his arms, hands poised as if to catch the furious god with the power of his crescendo.

Techno stopped in front of him, mere inches between them. He towered over the sheep god, visibly trembling with the effort to hold himself back. Dream dropped his voice to a mellifluous whisper, fingers reaching and brushing over his jaw like he handled fragile porcelain. It seemed to surprise the pinket, the tenderness, leaving him frozen in place.

Dream craned his neck to see, finally, the fluttering of Techno's eyelids. His head began to droop. The blond supported it, cradling the face of a warrior with such care. Techno's eyes closed fully once, and when they reopened the white sclera and crimson red pupils had returned. Dream grinned in relief, lilting quiet and honeyed just for the god before him. His singing only trailed off when he was sure all the murderous intent had drained from him.

"Dream...?" Techno questioned, voice hoarse, barely able to hold himself up as he leaned into the gentle touch of freckled hands.

"I'm here. I've got you," he murmured back.

Techno sighed, placing his own hand over Dream's and nuzzling his palm. "'m tired..."

"I know. C'mere, you deserve a nice, long rest." Dream's free arm circled his neck, lightly tugging him down until their foreheads met. He seemed like he had more to say, but the clutches of sleep prevented that. In an instant, he became dead weight. Dream caught him without issue, propped by Dream's arms under his pits and head limp on his shoulder.

Dream smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to the pinket's temple. "Sweet dreams, Techno." With a little maneuvering, he positioned Techno into a bridal carry and headed for his island of potato farms. If anyone were awake, they'd see a rather amusing sight, Dream carrying a god nearly twice his size as if he weighed nothing at all, but regardless of the entire Heavens taking an unexpected nap, the main roads were no place for a restful slumber.

#dreamnoblade #dnb #technodream #bubble writes #dnb god au

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