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â you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. â for Litriu || @abanbas
The reassurance does what is likely the exact opposite of the intent. The Warden's shoulders go rigid, and she goes very still, body halting entirely. Like an animal in a corner, a beast eyeing a trap it knows will cause harm. She looks to the speaker out of the corner of her eye, lips curling back just slightly from her teeth a moment before her expression willfully goes blank.
"I am fine." gritted out, vicious, ground glass in her throat. "I have no need for platitudes or appeasement to be effective. Mind your own self before you think to me and worry of mine."
She does not like to be seen, she does not like to be pinned like a butterfly to a board. And she feels it.
Instinct screams to retreat, to vanish into the shadows, but there's nowhere to go; so the bobcat weaving around her heels reacts instead, hissing a long, low warning to him.
"I am fine. I know myself and my limits. If I need help, I'll ask." words bitten-out and hard-wrought.
#[ litriu mahariel ] i took a little journy to the unknown and i've come back changed#[ litriu main verse: i think we were cursed from the start ]#[ answered asks ] hell is the talkin' type#abanbas#[ i am.... so sorry you picked the Absolute Prickliest muse I have ]#[ she's not always terrible i promise ]
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It does genuinely shock me how few people in the DA fandom are willing to acknowledge that the Grey Wardens are kinda extremely horrific and fucked up
#like theyâre more egalitarian that any political system in Thedas sure#but idk maybe giving an uncentralized military power the ability to conscript anyone they want#lie to recruits about what this entails both whether they were forced in or joined willingly#and then kill them if they hesitate and maybe kill them anyway in the process of recruiting just by failing to drink poison#and then shorten their lifespan and force them into a fate of slowly becoming tainted if they manage to survive long enough#maybe thatâs bad actually#maybe you should tell people what this entails at least#âoh but then no one would joinâ i promise you people still would stfu#maybe Iâm just at the end of the day a city elf filled with rage at being forced into a military#because I fought back against rapists and protected my family#like legit tho getting fucking conscripted on top of all the shit that happens in the city elf origin#if fucking terrible and my warden is always going to be angry at Duncan over it#maybe Iâm just eternally bitter at that but you will never find me respecting or wanting ti be a warden again#my HoF disappearing after Awakening and trying to cure the blight to fuck off from them is the most in character thing for her tbh#but yeah this is also part of why I never make Bethany a warden in DA2#she seems genuinely happier if she joins the circle for one thing#but also she at least gets to escape that in the end
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watched in a flash (911 s6 e10) with my best friend tonight, and anticipating what was about to happen, she started laughing in disbelief as buck climbed the ladder. but then she was laughing so hysterically that she missed the moment the lightning struck, and then when she looked up and he was just hanging from the ladder she started screaming and laughing harder. couldnât believe her eyes, yet at the same time was like âI mean of course this would happen to evan buckleyâ because that man has never known peace a day in his life. he would get struck by lightning.
#911 abc spoilers#911 spoilers#911 abc#it should be noted she always laughs like this in disbelief when something terrible is happening in a show I promise she doesnât actually#think itâs funny đ#ked rambles
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#why do i keep overtalking#i keep making things bad#i didnt mean to not focus on her when she was talking i feel so fucking stupid#i dont know why i do the things i do im sorry#i just want to be her biggest supporter and i keep messing things up#like genuinely i cant believe myself#im not going to see her again for an entire day#im just goint to go to sleep#she already feels so fucking terrible and i just add onto it#i dont know why i didnt just fucking sit there and listen#im sorry#i dont know why i couldnt just sit there. i should have given you my full attention#i just dont want her to feel fucking worse i worry about her constantly all the fucking time#and then i do the shit that makes her more upset#i dont understand why i make so many fucking mistakes#i just want her to be okay#im sorry for hurting you and making shit worse again#i promise you that i just want you to be happy and i want to be a source of that happiness i dont want to cause you pain#i dont want to hurt you in any aspect and im always going to be on your side#i should have listened to her more and let her understand that im here for her giving her my full attention no matter what#mine#ill fix this#i just hope she can call me again#i miss her and i want to be with her more than ive ever wanted anything#i miss her
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One thing which genuinely bothers me is Annabeth's perception in the fandom. How she's seen as this cold, stoic, emotionless, reserved and intimidating girl. When in reality, she's a character full of love.
Annabeth, who immediately cried and felt attached to Cerberus after playing with him for a few minutes because she wouldn't get to play with him again.
Annabeth, whose deepest desire, which the Sirens lured her with, is saving Luke and having a good relationship with both her parents.
Annabeth, who believed in Luke's goodness, even after all the countless terrible things he did simply because she had faith in his humanity.
Annabeth, who cried in Percy's arms before entering the labyrinth and refused to reveal the last line of the prophecy because it said to lose a love worse than death and the idea of losing any of her friends is too painful, heartbreaking and worse than dying.
Annabeth, who kissed Percy before parting with him in St. Helens because if he's going to die, she at least wants him to die knowing she loved him.
Annabeth, who took a poisoned knife for Percy during the war because she'd rather die herself than let him die.
Annabeth, who convinced Luke to switch sides by reminding him of the promise of family he gave her. Which in turn, influenced Luke's decision to end himself to destroy Kronos. Hello, she saved the world with the power of love.
Annabeth, who spent months after months losing sleep and searching desperately for Percy when he went missing.
Annabeth, who kissed Percy to eternity in public at their reunion, not caring what anyone is going to say or think. An asteroid could've hit the earth, and she wouldn't have cared.
Annabeth, who told Percy âI love youâ when falling in Tartarus because if she was going to die, she wanted them to be her last words.
Annabeth Chase is a sweetheart, who has always felt things deeply and she's so full of love. And I think it's time we let go of the âcold-hearted annabethâ headcanon because it's not true, that's not her.
#LISTEN#MY GIRL IS A SOFTIE AT HEART OKAY#her âcold exteriorâ is just a facade she puts up to guard herself bc of everything she went through#percy jackson#pjo#pjo live adaptation#percy jackson and the olympians#hoo#heroes of olympus#mark of athena#house of hades#pjotv#pjo disney+#annabeth chase#percabeth
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part 2 of baker!reader + do not ever ask me to write accents lmao i suck at those đđ and a huge thank you to all the sweet and dessert suggestions! i couldn't add all of them, but oh my god did i love all of them and choosing between them was sooo hard (that's what she said). if your dessert didn't make it here im soo sorry đ
It was a quiet morning when you finally decided to reopen the bakery. The town had been whispering, speculating about the sudden disappearance of your husbandâtragic, they said, to be found mauled by a bear in the woods. You hadnât shed a tear, hadnât flinched at the news. Maybe that was cruel of you, but after what you had endured, you couldnât bring yourself to feel anything for him anymore. Not fear, not sadnessâjust relief.
And now, with the bakery open once again, you felt lighter. Freer.
The 141 boys were there first thing, as you had hoped. Each one walking into the cozy space like they belonged there. Their heavy, winter boots made the wooden floors creak, their towering frames somehow making the space feel intimate rather than intimidating. You smiled as the familiar smell of fresh bread and sugar lingered in the air, the warmth of the ovens cocooning you and the rest of the bakery in comfort. Free from that terrible man youâd called a husband, it was as if the world itself was taking on a more vibrant color.
âMorning, sweetheart,â John greeted you, his eyes crinkling beneath his hat, though there was something watchful in his gaze.
âBonnie,â Johnny chirped, leaning on the counter, his eyes sparkling as they usually did when he spoke to you. âPlace smells heavenly as always.â
âYouâre open today, huh?â Kyle said, grinning as he eyed the display of pastries lined up neatly behind the glass. âMissed our favorite baker, honestly.â
Simon didnât say anything at first, just gave you a long, steady look from behind his mask. You knew he had seen the signs. He was the only one who had seen the bruises, had taken your hands so gently that day and whispered that promise. You hadnât asked for it, hadnât said anything in return, but you had trusted him all the same. You are glad you did. You are so glad itâd been him to see.
Now, as you wiped your hands on your apron and stepped out from behind the counter, your heart was lighter than it had been in months. âEverythingâs on the house today,â you said, your smile wider than it had been in ages. âFor you guys, at least. After allïżœïżœïżœ Iâve got a few new things for you to try.â
Soap raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. âIs that so? Then weâre in for a treat, eh boys?â
You went back to the counter, pulling out a few trays and plates, your hands moving quickly as you started setting them down in front of the men, watching their eyes light up at the spread. âIâve been experimenting,â you said, your voice light, almost teasing. âFor John, Iâve got pecan pie. Thought you might like itâsomething a bit rich, a bit warm.â Like you, goes unsaid but you hoped he still heard it.
Johnâs eyes gleamed as he accepted the slice you placed in front of him. âAlways knew you were a mind reader,â he murmured with a chuckle, cutting into the pie and taking a bite. The smile that spread across his face was slow, but appreciative.
âFor you, Kyle, lemon meringue tarts. Something sharp, refreshing. A little tangy,â you said, setting the plate in front of him. âAnd a bit sweet, too. Had a feeling youâd like it!â
Kyle laughed, picking up the tart and admiring it at first. âYou know me too well.â He took a bite, his eyes widening at the burst of lemon on his tongue and then groaning in delight. âPerfect, as always.â
Simon watched you closely, and when you placed a plate of apple fritters in front of him, his gaze softened just slightly. âMade these with you in mind,â you said, your voice gentle. âThought youâd appreciate something classic, Si. Simple, but comforting.â
He didnât say anything at first, just nodded in that way of his, taking the fritter in his gloved hand. When he took a bite, his eyes closed briefly, and you could see the silent approval in the way his shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly.
âAnd for you, Johnny,â you giggled, setting down a small bowl of Cranachan in front of him. âThought you might like something traditional- whisky, raspberries, oats, and cream. Feels like a bit of home, doesnât it? At least I hope so. It was my first time making it.â
Johnny beamed all the same, eagerly reaching for a spoon. âAh, bonnie, youâre spoiling us.â
But it wasnât just them you were thinking of. You had made a fresh batch of focaccia bread for yourself, but this wasnât just any bread- it was bold, spiced with rosemary and topped with chilli flakes and garlic. It was a reflection of your own newfound boldness. Youâd been quiet, subdued for so long. Now, you wanted to feel alive again.Perhaps it might seem corny, but this focaccia bread meant to signify that for you.
You set a slice of the focaccia on a plate for yourself, taking a bite as you sat with them, your smile not faltering for a second. It was savoury- settling warmth in your stomach. âI think this might be my new favorite, actually.â you said with a soft laugh. In your mind, you were already thinking of making and selling more of it.
They didnât say much in response, still tasting their own desserts, but you could feel their appreciation, their understanding, in the quiet way they accepted it.
The rest of the bakery was alive with the smell of freshly baked treats: rich brownies, soft sugar cookies, fluffy cronuts, and delicate eclairs. Tres leches cakes sat next to pumpkin pies, while apple and custard empanadas filled the air with their sweet, warm scent. Cheesecakes, cardamom rolls, strawberry lamingtonsâthe selection was almost overwhelming, but everything sold well. Especially the bear claw pastries. You smiled softly to yourself at the irony. The bearclaw pastries might also be your new favorite, right alongside the focaccia.
Johnny noticed it immediately, the little twitch of your lips, and raised an eyebrow. âWhatâs so funny, bonnie?â
You waved him off, shaking your head. âOh, nothing. Just⊠the bear claws. Theyâve been selling really well lately. Thought it was⊠fitting.â
Simonâs eyes flicked to you, then to the bear claw pastries sitting neatly in a display case. A slow understanding crossed his gaze, but he didnât say anything. Just a slight nod, the corner of his mouth twitching, the silent acknowledgment of the truth that you all shared. You had no doubt the others knew about it as well- maybe even had a hand in it. Such incredible men.
And for the first time, standing in your bakery, surrounded by warmth and the quiet camaraderie of the men you had come to trust, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. The past was behind you. Now, you had a future to look forward toâone filled with new beginnings, layers to unfold like a mille-feuille crepe cake, and the quiet reassurance that you were no longer alone.
âHereâs to new beginnings,â you said, raising your cup of coffee, your smile bright and genuine.
The boys raised their cups in return, their expressions soft but full of unspoken promises. âTo new beginnings,â they echoed, and for the first time in a long time, you believed it. Especially because you could see the way they were looking at you.
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#cod#cod x reader#cod x you#poly!141 x reader#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#john price x reader#soap x reader#cod imagines#tf 141#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz x reader#gaz x reader#call of duty x reader#poly!141#ending is so corny tho im so sorry#noona.writes
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ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.
soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)
interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?
"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."
soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.
"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.
soap nods. "ah'll be there."
"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."
yeah, he'd hate to have that.
soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.
maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.
"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.
simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"
soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."
the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.
you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.
"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."
you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."
your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-
"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"
he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.
"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."
you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.
"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"
#this got away from me sorry yall!!!#yeah i had so debated having ghost be like nope pricentaught ya better than that but#simon seems the type to get things done on the first time#either you learn or your arsecheeks learn#something will give soon enough#price says he's coming back for seconds tomorrow#kyle gets his on saturday#all for one strikes AGAIN i'm afraid#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#x f!reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#soaps shaken after in the group chat like yall uh yall got dessert too or-#simon ghost riley smut
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i don't know where this idea that the originals would never interact with humans come from do you guys. think they exclusively talk to supernatural creatures? like that's the only thing they'll lie to and date and manipulate and fuck? genuinely i don't understand why . there's a huge ass thing about how "older vampires never date humans!!11!" whyyy the fuck wouldn't they. it would in fact make sense for the very manipulative older vampires to date or even just befriend (loosely) humans and turn or use them even if they didn't love them solely to have allies more than it would for them to NEVER acknowledge humans. they might not date them SERIOUSLY but they don't just write off humans entirely. y'all know that don't you. the originals especially have made a Point of treating the human faction as a serious ally. what is going on.
#it's just . odd LMFAO#like let me know if i missed that episode#i know kol's whole rah rah falling for humans is the first sign of weakness shit but like...#the others never implied they would never sleep with a human or anything like that#âthere's no reason for them to have ever spoken to them!!!â i have some terrible news for you#people can in fact just speak to each other without it needing a nefarious plot#klaus? okay yeah most of the people he speaks to always has a reason behind it#but like .... not all vampires simply never interact with humans#matter of fact they sort of make it a point to blend in with humans as much as possible#i don't think they interact with humans EXPECTING a relationship out of it#but. they interact. promise you#y'all act like vampires treat humans like they have infections#it's insane#âwhy would they ever talk to--â because they're not fucking freaks like you antisocial fucks apparently???#that's where i think. a disconnect for me and other anti kl*roliners are at#y'all think he'd never speak to her if she wasn't from some super secret special bloodline#i think he'd find her annoying and of all the options he wouldn't choose that bitch#we are not the same#klaus#i ain't even tagging his whole name i do not need that#anti klaroline#just because. the tags. you know
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Ok so I saw a post about Steve as a teacher letting his kids control his Spotify which means his Wrapped is All Over The Place but the top artist is Corroded Coffin and Steve finds out from the thank-you video that Eddie is hot. I see it, I love it, itâs inspired.
Iâm thinking something⊠a little different.
âAlright, class!â Steve calls. âMarcus, itâs your turn to choose the music, right?â
âActually, Mr. H?â Amber pipes up. âSpotify Wrapped came out today!â
Steve blinks. âSpotify⊠what?â
Marcus is nodding. âSpotify Wrapped! It tallies up what youâve listened to and gives you stats and stuff. Itâs cool!â
âAh,â Steve says, nodding, squinting at his computer. âAnd I see that⊠how?â
Thereâs a cacophony of noise until Steve holds up a hand. Everyone quiets, and Becky holds her hand up. He nods at her. âItâs at the top,â she says softly. âWhere your recently played is.â
He smiles at her. âThank you, Becky.â He navigates to it, clicking on it and letting the graphic play.
Their genre, apparently, is soft grass indie metal. Heâs entirely sure thatâs made up. Their top artist, making up sixty-four percent of the music they listened to, is Corroded Coffin.
Thereâs a video; a little thank-you the band put together. It starts with Eddie up front, as the lead singer. Gareth, Jeff, and Freak are slightly behind him, grinning at the camera. Steve recognizes the background as Jeffâs living room. âHi!â Eddie starts. âThanks so much for listening to our music this year.â
âWe couldnât do what we do without you,â Gareth adds on.
âAnd everything we do is for you!â Jeff says.
âItâs totally metal of you to listen to our music, and we appreciate it!â Freak finishes. They all wave, and the camera cuts off.
Steve is⊠gobsmacked. He loves his husband, truly, but he looks so uncomfortable, and the way heâs speaking is weirdly stilted. He was not made to stand still.
He shakes his head, knowing heâs about to make Eddieâs year, and blow these kidsâ minds.
Eddie had always been more vocal than Steve about coming out, saying fuck it to the consequences. Maybe being gay was accepted in the metal community, but Steve had been too new in his current job to even think about the jeopardy this could put his career in.
But honestly. That video was terrible, and his kids deserve better.
He sighs, raises a hand to get the classâs attention. âI know that was cool,â he chuckles. âBut if you can be quiet and patient, I could get you something even cooler.â
âCooler than a video from Corroded Coffin?â Nick asks.
Steve tilts his head. âCooler than that video, at least.â
Nick doesnât look convinced. âAre you sure?â
Steve just smiles. âHow about we find out?â He puts a finger to his lips and FaceTimes Eddie.
He makes sure his volume is low, enough so that he even has trouble hearing when Eddie picks up.
âBaby!â Eddie exclaims, then clocks the background and is instantly worried. âWait, youâre still at work. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Did you hit your head again? Do I need to come get you?â
âChrist, youâre dramatic,â Steve mutters, grinning wide. âIâm fine. Iâm with my class, and we just finished looking at our Spotify Wrapped. Guess who our number one artist for the year was.â
Eddieâs eyes sparkle. He grins. Steve nods. âCorroded Coffin,â he confirms, then sighs. âI have to say, though, I was a little disappointed by the video.â
Eddie groans, throwing his head back. Steve gets a great view up his husbandâs nose. âI know! I know, it sucked, but the guys were happy with it and it was, like, our eighth go, and-â
âI get it,â Steve promises. âBut how would you like to one-up it?â
It takes Eddie a second, but his eyes gleam. âAre you sure? Your career-â
âIs stable enough now,â Steve finishes. âIâm sure. If you are.â
âFuck,â Eddie mouths, conscientious of Steveâs class. âI love you.â
Steve smiles, blows a kiss to the camera. He gets a smattering of awws from some of his female students.
He figures out how to connect his phone to his computer to the screen, pushes the volume button up, and nods. âGo, Eds.â
Eddie grins and waves at the screen. âHi, Mr. Harringtonâs class! Iâve heard so much about you guys. Itâs totally metal that youâre listening to our musicâthatâs something your teacher neglected to tell me.â He grins at the screen, a private thing for Steve, who dutifully rolls his eyes.
âI hear your music every day, Eds, forgive me if I donât think anything of it when I hear it here and at home.â
âMr. H,â Nathan asks in a pseudo-whisper, âhow the hell do you know Eddie Munson?â
Eddie bursts out in a laugh. âYou must be Nathan,â he says.
Nathan goes white, then pink. âH-hi, Mr. Munson, sir.â
âI think you should be their teacher,â Steve says, grinning first at Eddie, then his class. âI donât think Iâve ever heard Nathan say sir before.â
Everyone laughsâincluding Nathanâand Eleanor raises her hand. âHow do you know him?â
Steve takes a breath, glances at his phone. Eddieâs smiling patiently at him, and Steveâs own smile grows as he answers her. âIâm his husband,â he tells her.
âTen years and counting!â Eddie crows. âThough weâve known each other for⊠twenty⊠something.â
Steve chuckles. âTwenty-three, Eds. If you count high school, which I donât.â
âBut I do,â Eddie nods. âTwenty-three years. And counting.â
Steve chuckles again. âAnd counting,â he agrees.
As his room explodes into noise, he looks back at his phone to find Eddie already looking at him.
Thatâs the way it goes, he thinks. Eddie saw him the whole time. It took Steve a while to catch up, but now that he has, heâs never been happier.
Twenty-three years and counting, indeed.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#I donât know what this is#itâs probably terrible#my brain didnât want to do this#but I made it#starambles
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On The Mend : ÌÌâ Oscar Piastri
summary: with your lack of presence in the paddock, fans are starting to worry, little do they know that you happen to be a little broken back at home
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oscarpiastri: another successful week of racing, super proud of the whole team to get the car all the way to P2 this weekend đđïž
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username1: congratulations oscar, such an awesome drive!!
username2: just a shame that yn wasnât there to see it once again đ
landonorris: so proud of you osc đđđ
username3: surely they canât still be together, she hasnât shown her face in weeksâŠ
charles_leclerc: mum is very proud that the two of us were on the podium btw
oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc it was all thanks to her pep talk ofc
username4: weâll still support you osc even if yn wonât
mclaren: the whole team is so proud of you, congratulations oscar!
username5: enjoy the celebrations, Iâm sure the team will be there for you at least đ„Č
danielricciardo: congrats brother, always nice to see you repping for down under
username6: either something must be seriously wrong or yn really just doesnât care anymore đ
maxverstappen1: hell of a drive from you, great to see you back where you belong!
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georgerussell63: thanks for reminding everyone I got a penalty yn đđ
oscarpiastri: make sure youâre resting, you donât need to worry about the race sweetheart!!
ynusername: Iâve never missed a race of yours đ©
danielricciardo: why tf are you in hospital and why didnât you tell me immediately so that I could help!!
nicolepiastri: sending you lots of love sweetheart, sorry we canât be there to help you đ
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oscarpiastri: I promise to sneak you in loads of snacks as soon as Iâm there đ
lilymhe: I miss you so much, hope youâre recovering well girlie
landonorris: heâs on the first flight outta here straight back to you đ§Ą
carmenmmundt: sending you all the healing vibes in the world â€ïž
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oscarpiastri: wish me luck on the flight, some weird passenger keeps looking over their shoulder at me đ
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username7: that poor pilot having to drive these two home lmao
danielricciardo: now you get to experience my struggle before you came along đ
oscarpiastri: @/danielricciardo idk how you ever did it đ€Šđ»
username8: at least oscar has lando to celebrate with even though others have abandoned him
alex_albon: why else do you think we offered to take you home on our plane instead?! đ
username9: i wonder if he's going home to yn being there or not
charles_leclerc: you're incredibly brave volunteering to travel home with him đđ»
username10: yn should be there with him, i really hope that they're okay
username11: what would we do without these two in our lives!?
maxverstappen1: we tried to talk you out of it but you didn't listen đ€·đ»
username 12: i love how all the boys are exposing lando as a terrible travel partner hahah
landonorris: stop trying to make it sound like we're not bffs osc đ
oscarpiastri: @/landonorris that's because we're definitely not best friends
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oscarpiastri: seeing as some people want to make it their business, we thought weâd share why yn hasnât been around recently. a couple of weeks ago she had a nasty fall at home which resulted in a broken leg. yesterday I finally got to bring her home and begin helping her with recoveryâŠjust call me doctor piastri from now on đ§đ»ââïžđ
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username13: i hope all you losers who thought they broke up are proud of yourselves đ
landonorris: you guys know where i am if you need anything!!
georgerussel63: we love you yn, make sure you get plenty of rest â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
username14: sending you so much love yn, get plenty of rest
ynusername: apologies in advance for the lack of sleep you're about to get because of me đ
oscarpiastri: @/ynusername as long as you're healing idc đ„č
username15: can't believe some of you were so stupid to ever think they'd actually break up
alex_albon: glad to see you're back at home where you belong yn
danielricciardo: do i even want to ask how she managed to break her leg??
oscarpiastri: @/danielricciardo if I told you I don't think you'd believe me đ
username16: poor oscar looks exhausted having to drive and take care of yn too
charles_leclerc: pls tell me I get to sign the cast âïž
ynusername: @/charles_leclerc i'll save a spot just for you
username17: please make sure you take care of yourself yn and ignore what everyone has to say
carmenmmundt: sending you so many healing vibes yn, we miss you at the paddock
username18: during a time when they need privacy and instead they've been hounded by nosey idiots đ€Šđ»
maxverstappen1: can't wait to see all the doctor piastri content from you! đ
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oscarpiastri: the only way to get her out of the house atm is to bribe her with coffee âïž
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username19: it's adorable how much oscar cares about her đ„°
lilymhe: tell her im omw with coffee as we speak to get her out again!
username20: it's so good to see yn back up on her feet and moving around again đ€©
alex_albon: i actually forgot what yn looked like stood upright for a moment
username21: why does it feel like oscar is one of those partners who is constantly checking on her making sure she's doing her exercises and following every single bit of advice
maxverstappen1: yn's injury is really making you look like the doting boyfriend rn â€ïž
danielricciardo: if yn ever gets bored of being entertained on a walk by you, you know where i am!
username22: i bet yn can't wait for race weekend again to get rid of the nagging doctor đ
landonorris: wish you looked after me as well as you look after yn
oscarpiastri: @/landonorris just a shame that we're not dating then really huh?!
username23: anyone else noticed how many drivers have been round this week to take yn out and make sure she's staying active too
username24: @/username23 i think she might just be the most popular wag on the grid
ynusername: i hate you but i love you at the same time these days đ
oscarpiastri: @/ynusername if the doctor says you keep moving, it's my job to make you move đ
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ynusername: I always knew oscar was secretly boyfriend coded but damn having him look after me is making me fancy him all over again đ„
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username25: i think i might've just fallen in love with him all over again too đ
alexandrasaintmleux: make the most of all of the attention you're getting girl
ynusername: @/alexandrasaintmleux oh I am, he doesn't let me lift a finger đ
username26: soft, doctor boyfriend oscar might just be my new favourite thing
charles_leclerc: if i see many more of these posts from you i might just need a sick bucket đ€ź
username27: yn you really are the luckiest having this guy in your life
carlossainz55: i always knew he was a softie deep down đ„ș
oscarpiastri: you know i'd do anything as long as it meant getting you better again
ynusername: @/oscarpiastri you're an angel in disguise i swear
username28: i'd break my leg too if it meant oscar piastri was there to look after me đ
username29: it melts my heart to see how caring oscar has been over the past few weeks
danielricciardo: even i found myself getting a bit excited when i saw these photos yn
username30: everyone needs an oscar piastri in their life
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oscarpiastri: there's nowhere else that I'd rather be
ynusername: we'll pretend you didn't complain that it wasn't race weekend first thing this morning shall we???
carmenmmundt: hope it's good news, lemme know how you get on!!
alex_albon: praying for you and hoping that it's the beginning of the end now đ
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danielricciardo: thinking of you guys, tell the doctor if he doesn't give you good news i'll break his leg đ
ynusername: something tells me you might find a few challenges in doing that hahah
georgerussell63: you're so strong yn, just remember we love you
charles_leclerc: the whole family is hoping for good news for you and oscar â€ïž
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ynusername: the moment i've waited for for so long, back in my second home of the garage and back supporting my love during race weekend
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username31: make sure you keep taking care of yourself yn!! đ
oscarpiastri: cannot begin to tell you how happy i am to have you back with me again âșïž
ynusername: @/oscarpiastri the best feeling in the world being able to cheer you on again
danielricciardo: ik just how much this means to you, welcome back to us yn
username32: it's so good to see you right back where you belong again
username33: it feels like you've never been away, I'm so happy for you guys đ„č
charles_leclerc: on the mend at last, i hope you know just how many people can't wait to welcome you back this weekend
username34: we love our favourite #81 fan đ§Ą
iamrebeccad: i am hurrying over to that mclaren garage as fast as i possibly can rn âŒïž
username35: so happy to see you back on your feet and back with our favourite duo again
username36: this is the content we've been waiting for, it's so good to see you back
landonorris: as much as i hate having to share oscar again, it's a joy to have you back đ
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husband toji comfort âćœĄ cw nsfw mention, safe word mention
husband! toji who forgets youâre half his size, and couldnât lift 2 fingers of his if you wanted to. even though heâs human, he forgets that your strength would be laughable compared to his; but he forgets about all that in the jist of just loving you.
husband! toji who comes back from a relatively stressful mission, slaining the curse actually took a little too much effort for his liking. he wallows internally at the thought of growing weaker, one day coming the possibility that he may not be able to protect his wife.
husband! toji who is greeted by your sweet demeanor but worried expression, not saying a word before roughly carrying you over to your shared bed.
huband! toji who takes you there and then, letting out all his frustrations and angers onto his poor wife. she wails out his name, sweet pet names too, muffled cries of âtoo much,â that all fall on deaf ears.
until husband! toji hears the word âstop!â fall from your pained lips, heâs finally brought back to reality and in front of him lays his vunerable wife, tears streaming down her face with gentle hiccups leaving her lips.
ân-no more.. sor- sorry, i ca-â
husband! tojiâs whos heart shatters into a million pieces when he hears you apologizing for his terrible doings, chest clenching as he stares down at the gentle signs of his own rough hands on your body. no, you wouldâve never minded them, but he didnât care.
âcan i hug you?â
ây-you donât have to a-â
husband! toji who envelops your entire body into his arms, tears brimming his eyes as he hides himself in the crook of your neck.
âiâm sorry. im so sorry princess, wonât ever hurt you again, i promise, i promise. forgive me, please.â he whispers with a slight shiver in his voice. you hug him back even tighter, not a single word but he knows what youâd say.
husband! toji that canât stand the fact that he was the one that ended up hurting his sweet wife, his lover, and everything else; when his only motive is to protect and love such a woman like you.
but you understand that the scarred man just has more to learn, and an endless amount of more love to give; especially to you. youâd always understand that much.
âi love you. let me take care of you, yeah? ând we can cuddle right?â
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a/n: i haven't started the show yet, so I'm not familiar with his character in this show. please forgive my cluelessness during this fic.
summary: the reader goes to the church to confess to the priest that she recently sinned. however, the father decides to have some fun of his own.
warnings: mention of religion, 18+, missionary, loss of virginity, oral(fem & m receiving) fingering, nipple play, praise kink, pet names like doll,sweetheart,baby, mentions of anal, spanking, degrading, corruption kink, almost caught
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growing up in a religious household, i have developed a deep appreciation for my catholic roots. whenever I feel overwhelmed by sadness, anger, or depression, I find solace in the church.
today i couldn't help but feel a tremendous amount of guilt. i found myself hanging out with a boy, and things got a bit physical. even though we didn't go too far, i couldn't help but feel ashamed. i had promised to wait until marriage, but these uncontrollable desires keep creeping up. i've decided to go to the church to talk to the father about my recent activities and confess my sins.
as i made my way to the church, i felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. i'm meeting with father charlie, a young and attractive man whoâs also the priest at the church, which is not something you typically expect in the church. i haven't had a chance to speak with him one-on-one yet, so im feeling a bit apprehensive about what our conversation will entail.
i open the big doors to the church to see it completely empty just to find charlie sitting down on one the church benches.
âhello thereâ he calls out.
"father, there's something weighing heavily on my heart that I need to share with you," i said as I hurried to sit next to him.
i can feel that irritating uneasy sensation in my stomach. I didn't even give him a proper greeting. the guilt was so overwhelming that it made me stumble over my words.
"what is it y/n?" he turns all of his attention towards me, his big brown eyes digging into mine, as if anticipating something significant.
âi donât know who to talk to, i canât talk to my parents about this especially my own father. iâve been feeling really guil-â
he interrupted me with a gentle smile and placed his hand on my shoulder, assuring me that everything would be okay and letting me know that he was a safe person to talk to.
âfather, i need to confess something. i kissed a boy, and he kissed me back. he started to touch me, but i stopped him. i made a promise to the lord, and i feel terrible for breaking itâ
as the tears welled up in my eyes, i instinctively dropped my face into my hands, seeking refuge from the overwhelming emotions.
"hey, it's going to be okay," charlie said in a gentle, caring tone as he stroked my hair, trying to comfort me.
ânow tell me, did you guys fuck?â
as those words reached my ears, i couldn't help but look up at him, shaking my head as the tears continued to fall.
oh no, i hope he's not going to make me feel even worse.
âno father i swear-â
"shh, no swearing in the church," he said, raising his finger to his lips with a smirk. the irony wasn't lost on him, considering he had just dropped the f-bomb.
it was so quiet for a whole minute, and I started feeling really awkward. i had come all this way hoping for some advice or comfort, but it seemed like he just didn't care.
as I stood up, charlie grabbed my arm, forcing me to sit back down. âi didn't say you could leave. where do you think you're going?â
he replied coldly, smirking, âalways so forgiving. it's kind of patheticâ
i stared at him, utterly perplexed, not really sure what he was talking about.
âfather, isn't forgiveness what the church is all about?â
âsometimes, but in this case, i really want you to show me how sorry you are. otherwise, you're just going to keep committing the same sin over and over again. you don't want that, right? you don't want your parents to find out how desperate their innocent little girl has become, do you?"
i couldn't believe what i was hearing from charlie. i never expected him to act this way, let alone say things like this. i was at a loss for words and didn't know how to react. all i could do was nod in agreement. the last thing i wanted was for my parents to find out.
âfather, i think i should goâ
"why are you suddenly so shy, doll?" his hand on my chin made me tilt my head to stare at him.
"you don't think i notice how you look at me during mass when I'm speaking on the stand? you've become so needy that you sometimes cross your legs to stop yourself from feeling those emotions you want to avoid so badly," he says while caressing my cheek, gently rubbing his thumb on my bottom lip.
"i know you think of me taking you to the point where you can't even think straight, cum dripping out of you while i use you for my pleasure. you don't think i notice that? the way you avoid eye contact with meâ
âi donât know what your talking about fatherâ
charlieâs hand rested lightly on my thigh, sending a spark of electricity coursing through my body. as his fingers inched toward the top of my skirt, pushing the fabric up just a little, my breath caught in my throat. each slow movement seemed to stretch time, heightening my senses and igniting a thrilling tension i couldn't ignore.
it felt deceptively wrongâthe kind of reckless abandon that sent a shiver down my spineâbut the anticipation was intoxicating, and I craved more. my mind raced, caught between instinct and hesitation, as the warmth of his touch settled into a deep hunger, one i found increasingly impossible to resist.
i glanced up, searching his eyes for a sign, a cue that this was more than just a fleeting moment. we held a playful challenge, a promise of the passion we both knew was simmering beneath the surface. my heart raced with excitement and fear, the boundaries of right and wrong blurring into a sweet confusion. with every breath, i felt the world around us fade away, lost to the undeniable chemistry pulsing in the air. i didnât want to stop it; I wanted to let go completely and dive headfirst into whatever was coming next.
âdo you want this as much as I want this?" charlie's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, causing my heart to race in an unholy rhythm. i felt his gaze resettle upon me, a weight both thrilling and terrifying. my mind was a jumble, each beat vying for clarity as i struggled to focus on anything but him.
his eyesâthe deep pools of mischief and longingâheld me captive, swaying me like a fragile leaf in a rising storm. the blueprint of his desires flickered behind those intense brown eyes, and my cheeks burned with a shameful blush. I could hear the hymns of the service fade into background noise, a distant echo that paled against the ferocity of this moment.
what was wrong with me? i shouldnât be feeling this way, not hereâcertainly not in a house of worship. my skirt brushed against my legs, reminding me of the innocence i used to wear like armor, now discarded in the face of this ravenous yearning. charlie wanted me. craved me. it was a dangerous temptation that had taken root within me, whispering sweet nothings that urged me to give in.
the candlelit corners of the church bathed in shadows, the lure was overwhelming. each passing week at mass had been an exercise in restraint, a careful balancing act over a precipice of emotion. seeing him near the altar in his crisp shirtâas though god himself had stitched him together purely for meâseemed more sublimely wrong every time.
as his eyes swept over me, i wondered if he could sense the tension glittering between us, thick and electrifying like charged air before a storm. j licked my lips, torn between the sanctity of the aisle and the allure of his promise. "I need you, doll. I can't deny it anymore," he murmured like a sin freshly minted from temptation's forge.
i felt a tumultuous wave of conflicting emotions surging within me. the whispered prayers seemed empty as an overwhelming desire ignited like an uncontrollable inferno. "fatherâ i gasped, but the air escaped me, filled with forbidden possibilities. despite everything, all i could focus on were his lips drawing nearer to mine, as if the world around us faded away, leaving only the intense magnetism between us.
in that sacred moment, beneath the flickering lights, surrounded by silence begging to be heard, we hovered on the brink of something vast and insatiable. would we give in? would grace curdle into passion? ignoring the whisper of consequence felt like my true struggleâshould we tiptoe across this brittle line, or confess that hunger has only one unyielding answer? together.
as I processed what was happening, a surge of warmth enveloped me, and i found myself surrendering to the moment. his lips danced across the sensitive skin of my neck, light as a whisper but charging the air with electricity. a small moan escaped my lips, betraying the whirlwind of emotions stirring within me. i could feel his smirk, a secret shared just between us, brushing against my skin, simultaneously teasing and thrilling.
his hand roamed over my thigh, a firm yet gentle grip that sent a shiver cascading through my body. "that's it, such a good girl for me," he purred, his voice a low whisper that thrummed like a melody in my ears, both lustful and tender. each word dripped with a promise, igniting the fire kindling deep within me, blurring the boundaries between desire and surrender.
lost in this intoxicating closeness, i reveled in the sensations; the world beyond shifted and faded, leaving only his teasing caresses and the seductive intimacy that enveloped usâa balance of power and vulnerability, inviting me to cross the threshold into unknown territory.
"father, i really donât think we should be doing this here. It just doesnât feel right. what if we get caught?" i watched as charlie sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration, clearly torn between desire and caution.
"youâre right," he replied, his voice low and raspy, "but itâs late, and I donât think anyoneâs going to wander into the church at this hour. just relax, sweetheart."
i hesitated for a moment, then nodded, the thrill of the forbidden sending a shiver down my spine. i reached out, intertwining my fingers with his, bringing his hand to my lips and sucking gently on his long fingers. his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a primal hunger that made my heart race. i could see it in his expressionâthe desperate need to claim me, to tear away any barrier between us.
the air was thick with anticipation, and i could almost feel the weight of his longing as he shifted closer, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. the dim light from the stained glass windows cast a soft glow around us, amplifying the intensity of the moment. i could sense the tension building, a thrilling mix of danger and desire, as he leaned in, caught in the magnetic pull that seemed to draw us together like moths to a flame.
we were on the edge of something wild and reckless, and in that sacred space, everything felt possible.
charlie withdrew his fingers, his intention clear as he replaced them with his warm, teasing tongue. it slipped into my mouth, exploring with a fervor that sent electric shivers through my entire body. he held my neck gently yet possessively, urging me closer, deeper, igniting a fire that burned between us.
i kissed him back with equal intensity, a thrilling battle for dominance that left us both breathless. the taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mixture of desire and urgency that made my heart race. every flick of his tongue ignited a wave of pleasure, pooling low in my belly and making it almost impossible to think straight.
the heat of the moment consumed me; i could feel my body responding instinctively to his every move. the sweet tension built inside me, and i knew i needed himâneeded to feel him against me, to drown in that wild connection we shared. my panties were already soaked, a testament to the overwhelming desire coursing through my veins.
charlie pushes my panties to the side allowing his already wet fingers from my saliva to dance around my clothed heat growling like a predator hungry for its prey âlet me show you how a real man is supposed to make you feel darling, those little boys wouldnât know how to handle something so precious like you. i can make you feel so good you wouldnât be able to walk straight for daysâ
as he pumps his fingers in out of me the sweet sounds filling up the quiet church was enough for the both of us to go crazy âmore father pleaseâ he smirked at my neediness removing his fingers out of me putting them up to mouth to signaling me to suck the sweet juices off of his fingers then going back in for a quick rub of my clit
charlie stood up getting ready to unbuckle his pants but before he could even do that a voice filled up the quiet room which caused me to jump and act quick closing my legs and hiding my exposed area âfather charlie iâve been looking everywhere for youâ an older lady shouts from across the room as she appears to be in desperate need of his help
he sighed and i took that as my sign to leave before we both do something we might regret later, charlie keeps his gaze on me the entire time âhi, ill be with you in a momentâ he spoke up the lady stops in her tracks wondering what a young woman was doing here at almost midnight with the priest of the church she was curious but nothing crossed her mind as she was desperate to talk to the priest
charlie followed me out of the church closing the door behind us âthis isnât over sweetheartâ he placed a kiss on my forehead as he walked back into the church.
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a/n: omggg i hope you guys like this!! iâve spent almost a day and a half working on this just for you all especially the person who requested this, i will be making this into a little series since it was getting pretty long! anyways i really hope you guys enjoyed this, remember feel free to request anything!
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make me late
in which spencer finds a few minutes to spare with fem!reader in the morning
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence, sub reader, technically dubcon bc he doesnât ask and she jokingly says stop but itâs not like that I promise, fingering (here we go again), 'slutty' is used to describe an action but not by spencer, spencer slaps r's ass one (1) time, (hot), mild overstimulation a/n: apparently need to post at least one fingering fic per week or i'll fucking die. very short and sweet but as always let me know if you like it, i have a crush on all of you!
Youâre used to Spencerâs alarm going off early in the morningâtypically you tune it out or sleep right through it. Today, however, it rouses you more than usual. You roll over, blinking your eyes open.Â
âSorry,â Spencer mutters, finally turning it off and leaning over to kiss your head. âGo back to sleep, angel.â
You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him down again when he tries to get out of bed.
âDonât go,â you beg into his shirt, slinging a leg over him. His hand slips under your (also his) shirt, rubbing the bare skin of your back.
âI have to. You know that.âÂ
âI just want you to stay for a little bit,â you insist.Â
âNo you donât,â he drawls, voice still gravelly with sleep, âYou want to make me late.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â you say innocently, burying your face further into his shirt as if you could extinguish the heat in your cheeks.Â
His hand drops from your back to reach under your thigh, pushing your underwear to the side. You gasp when his fingers make contact with your soaked core, involuntarily pressing your hips closer.Â
âYouâre a terrible liar.â
âStop it! Thatâs not fair!â You squeal, attempting to wriggle away once you regain your senses. But the bastard wraps his arm around your waist like a vice, forcing you to stay in place as he sinks a finger into you with no preamble. Instead of satisfying him with a vocal response, you keep your face hidden in the crook of his shoulder and remain obstinately silent. When he begins to slowly pump his finger, youâre forced to bite the fabric of his shirt to shut yourself up.Â
âIf youâre not enjoying yourself, Iâll stop,â he says plainly, but obviously he knows thatâs the last thing you want. His ring finger joins the other and your mouth falls open, a tiny, choked breath against his skin. âDo you want me to stop?â
Donât give in, you say to yourself. Wait. What are you not giving in to? Fuck, that feels good. You hum quietlyâan excellent display of self-control considering the noises youâre actively holding back.Â
âAre we already getting whiny?â
ââm not whining,â you bite.Â
âYouâre always whining.â Thereâs nothing to do but prove him right when he begins massaging that spot inside you with a practiced stroke of his fingersâthe one that makes you arch your back further and spread your legs a little widerâmakes you oh-so compliant and all together, a bit slutty. But Spencer has told you that by definition, youâre not a slut if itâs just him who you lose all self-respect around. âMy pretty girl feels so good, huh?â
You agree with a mindless mumble, forgetting that you were ever going to try and fight the pleasure.Â
âIt feels so good.â
âI can tell, baby. Listen to the mess you're making.â
Soft, wet sounds emanate from where youâre probably dripping around his fingers. A moan is muffled by his shoulder as your own fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt and sink into the flesh of his waistâthough you doubt he minds.Â
âPlease donât stop, please please pleaseâ" Itâs quiet, almost demure as you plead.Â
âYouâre so sweet when you get like this,â Spencer coos. âI wish you were always so well-behaved.â
No, he doesnât. Both of you know he loves fucking the attitude out of you, and at times, back into you. But youâre not in any place to correct him right now, as his fingers slip in and out of you so quickly, exactly where you want to be touched.Â
âOh, rightâright there, thatâsâoh, god,â you squeak.Â
Your face is still nuzzled in his shirt, your voice is still so delicate and weak with sleep, rising in pitch with your pleasure until it breaks.Â
âRight here? This is where you need it?â
âYes,â you practically cry, âIâm gonna come, Spenceââ your hips rock back and forth to meet each stroke of his fingers inside you, vision going white with with pleasure.Â
âYeah? My pretty girl is gonna come all over my fingers?â
âMhm!â You speed up the motion of your hips. He chuckles, which might offend you if you were in your right mind, but itâs early, and youâre tired, and your soul is trying to untether itself from your body.Â
âLet me feel it, baby. I wanna feel you coming, can you do that for me?â
A breathy keen rushes from your throat as your orgasm begins to suck you out to sea like a riptide, flooding your lungs and blood and everything with so much easy pleasure youâre barely awake and you donât care one bit.Â
âUh-huh, good girl,â Spencer murmurs, not letting up with his fingers as you fall through your orgasm. Another choked moan takes you by surprise when his free hand falls with a heavy clap to your ass, before rubbing the stinging flesh. âLet go a little bit longer, baby, Iâm right here.â
Youâre barely breathing, still seeing stars as he continues to fuck you leisurely with his fingers, more out of pure affection than anything else. Eventually he slips them out, teasing gently over your clit as your stomach tenses. But you let him keep going. Youâll do anything to keep him in bed for a few minutes longer. To that end, you gather enough breath to speak.Â
âCan you please fuck me?âÂ
He hums pityingly, moving his hand from between your legs to lovingly soothe the tender skin heâd slapped just a moment ago.Â
âYou know I canât, baby. I shouldnât have even done this. I really have to get a move on.â
âBut you did do this,â you say, eager to point out the fallacies in his argument, âwhich means you could also have sex with me and we could be really fast and you could just take less time getting ready for work.â
Your chin is now resting on his shoulder as you look up at him with wide, imploring eyes, and he leans down to kiss your nose.Â
âThe answer is going to stay no, sweet thing. I donât care how much you beg.â
Heâs already gently sliding you off of him and getting out of bed as you pout. A few moments pass, and you canât think of a good retort as he moves about the room, gathering a towel for his shower and digging through the dresser.Â
âYouâre mean.â
âAw, poor baby. You only got to come once. Nobody has ever had a harder life than you.â Spencer dodges the pillow you throw and laughs, coming back to lean over the bed as you glower at him. âIâm sorry I woke you up. If you canât fall back asleep in the time it takes me to shower, Iâll make you fancy coffee.â
âFine.â
âAnd Iâll be extra nice to you when I get home.â He kisses your head and then your lips, and then disappears into the bathroom.Â
In a completely predictable turn of events, youâre dead to the world by the time he gets out of the shower. He makes you the fancy coffee anyway, leaving it in a thermos on your nightstand.Â
Heâs late to work. He can't pretend to be sorry.
#spencer reid#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fic#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x self insert#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds smut#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds
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hashira accidentally touch your chest
Authorâs Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. đđ
hashira accidentally touch your chest
Hashira x Reader
Word Count: ~1,600
CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast
~faqs~
Fyi, âchestâ means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included âboobâ in the title lmao. đ
Shocked đłđ
âI apologize, [y/n]-san, it wonât happen again!â
Gyomeiâs nearly in tears, he feels so terribly đ
âThese things happen!â you promptly assure him, âBesides, you technically won the bout.â
No need to mention that he always wins when training together đ„Č
âI cannot accept such a tainted victory.â
âHimejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, thereâs truly no issue.â
Meanwhile, Gyomeiâs rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyoneâs boob(s) again đÂ
In cold disbelief đđđ
If you donât say anything, then he wonât say anything
Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die
Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast
He swears his hand doesnât even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom
Your boob must be âšmagicalâš
âIguro-san,â you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, âIs something on your mind?â
âNo.â đđđ
Well okay then đ
âAbout what happened earlierâŠâ
đ«šđ«šđ«š <â Obanai is FREAKING OUT
â⊠Iguro-san, I didnât mind.â
And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!
Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow đ«Ą (the poor manâs been pleasantly overwhelmed)
Heâll avoid you for eternity now đ (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)
She giggles đ€
Lol
âOh my! [y/n]-san, I didnât mean to touch you so intimately!â đ
âNo worries, it happens.â
Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but thatâs okay!
Mitsuriâs blushing too
A lot đł
âI hope I didnât hurt you?!â
Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! đ
Sheâs well aware of her own strength
âYou barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!â
Phew!
She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours
âDonât tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!â
âKanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.â
I wish it would happen again⊠<â lowkey both of you thinking the same thing đ€Ș
As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where youâre wounded) touching your boob isnât entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic
Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection đ
And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest đ
âYou should make a full recovery,â sheâs all business, âThe demon avoided your nipple and didnât puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,â fortunately, youâre too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, âIt has a nice shape. Iâm glad you survived.â
EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! đđ«
Now youâre kinda embarrassed
More so preening, really đ€
Itâs like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but youâre still caught off guard because who tf compliments someoneâs kidneys or bowels movements or?????
In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too⊠gotta make sure youâre matching in (nice) shape, yâknow? đ
Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his
âI APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!â <â how he could react đ
âPardon my slip, are you okay?â <â how he actually reacts, because he isnât entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum đ
âOh,â you donât mean to squeak, but it canât be helped when the most handsome man youâve ever known just casually grazed your boob, âIâm fine! Totally fine! Haha!â đ«šđ”âđ«đ«
Youâve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself đ
Heâs a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction
Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?
He doesnât realize youâre flustered; he assumes youâre mortified đ
âYou sound decidedly less than fine.â
Heâs softer now, worried about startling you đ„ș
âI was surprised! But donât worry! Iâm not worried!â
Okaaay, but heâs worried đ„Č
âIs there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?â
Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman đđ
âRengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. Iâm not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.â
Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him đźâđšđ
âAh. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.â
âŠ
âŠ
Hold up đ§
Why does she seem⊠she seems⊠disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??
Youâve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder đ€
After all, he isnât entirely oblivious đ
âAre you going to apologize?â Sanemi demands
âFor what?â you screech
âFor touching my hand with your boob!â
Your eyes roll, âOh fuck off!â
âI didnât ask to touch you,â he grunts
âI wouldnât have given you permission anyway,â you retort đ
Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, âWell I didnât give mine either!â
âYouâre ridiculous. It was an accident.â
You seem genuinely pissed đŹ
Sanemi rethinks his approach
âYou know Iâm joking, right?â đ
âNooo,â your sarcasm cuts deep, âI thought you were flirting.â đ
Uh đ
Well đ
Shit đ
âFuck you!âÂ
When in doubt, curse âem out đ
You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, âFuck you!â
âI said it first.â đ
You stalk away, fed up with his antics
#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it
As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesnât hit until youâre almost asleep
âWAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!â đłđ„Žđ
Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap đ€đ
(assuming youâre older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)
Neither of you make a fuss about it
Itâs like accidentally calling your teacher mom đŹ
Or grabbing a random personâs hand in the supermarket thinking theyâre your parent đ«Ł
Embarrassing, but not a huge deal â unless you make it one
Thereâre those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops đ«
And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality đ), and itâs over
^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then youâre able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved
Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up
As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldnât be any lasting harm
â ïžI also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidencesâ ïž
Hehehe
Giyuuâs hand is stuck đ«Ł
Only for like, a fleeting second
But omg đ
He was already embarrassed, and now heâs triply embarrassed đ« đ« đ«
â... Tomioka-san?â
You wonât lie; you arenât especially bothered đ€
But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob đŹ
#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isnât super realistic #forgive me
Youâre about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away
And then he remembers his manners đ
He offers you a hand
His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori
Heâs never washing it again
#closet perv
âThanks,â you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground
You hope he canât hear your heartbeat đ
He definitely can đ¶
But can you hear his?
âI donât think we should train together anymore.â
Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions
âWhy?â
Your question comes out stiffer than intended
He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone â the longing
âI always beat you,â he explains lamely, âDonât you get tired of losing?â
You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand
Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <â Giyuu is in shambles đł
âI could never lose!â you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, âNot when Iâm with you.â
Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction
Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play đ
Instead, Giyuuâs rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours
âWell alright then,â he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze
In fact, you swear he squeezes back đ
âEXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!â đ€đ€đ€
âYou have three wives.â đ
Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, âI already have plenty of breasts to touch!âÂ
âTengen,â you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, âYou touched my boob.â đ
âAND IâM SORRY!â đ
Much better đ
âI donât know what they see in you,â you scoff (youâre also lying, you can see plentyđ€), âTheyâre gorgeous⊠and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.â đ
Tengen is 100% pouting now
âI donât freak out when I touch their boobs,â he huffs
âWell arenât they lucky.â đ
âYou could be lucky too!â
âŠ
âŠ
Tengen starts runningÂ
You give chase
âDID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?âÂ
Tengen runs faster
âTENGEN!!!!!â
Tengen runs faster and faster
You give up
*insert gasping for air here*
âDO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEYâRE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!â
Oh well, youâll have to visit their estate sometime this week đ
Youâre sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma âșïž
And you canât wait to see more of Tengen đđ
Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens đ„Ž
#hashira x reader#headcanons#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#gyomei x reader#obanai x reader#mitsuri x reader#shinobu x reader#kyojuro x reader#sanemi x reader#muichiro x reader#giyuu x reader#tengen x reader
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yuuji calls sukuna a lot.
it's almost like second nature to him now, muscle memory even, so many years since getting his first cellphone; any time he finds himself idle, maybe on his walk home after his part-time job, or on a break between his college classes, he picks up his phone and dials his older brother without thinking. they never talk about anything of importanceâmaybe just what yuuji did that day, or some gossip he overheard, or what the two of them should have that night for dinnerâbut he still makes the call.
sukuna always acts annoyed when he answers, greeting him with a characteristically terse 'yeah, what?' that yuuji never pays any mind to. but he still answers the callâat least most of the timeâand that simple truth speaks volumes in and of itself.
sukuna's phone rings at a few minutes past 1am, and his little brother's name lights up the caller ID.
"yeah, what?" sukuna snaps groggily, holding his phone up to his ear. he'd passed out on the couch soon after he got home from work, a half-drunk and now room temperature can of beer left abandoned on the table in front of his spread knees. yuuji's babbling starts as soon as the call connects and his brother greets him, and it takes sukuna a moment to make sense of him.
"â'n now i can't finder!"
"the hell are you talking about, dumbass?" the elder of the two grumbles, scrubbing a hand across his face. his brother's voice is panicked and hard to understand.
"we got spliddup at the bar, 'n now i dunno where she is anymoreâ"
"don't know where who is? fuck, are you hammered?" sukuna complains, sitting himself upright on the sofa as he wipes sleep from the corner of his eyes, suddenly a bit more awake than he was when the phone first rang.
yuuji says your name with a croaking, worried voice, and sukuna sighs exasperatedly. he stares down pensively at the can of beer he forgot to drink on the coffee table, then his eyes flicker to a framed photo hanging on the wall across the roomâthe glass smudged, frame slightly crooked, and photograph sun-bleached from the years it's spent hanging there.
"just..." he grunts as he pushes himself up to his feet, "fuckin' send me the address and stay where you are, idiot."
it's not hard to find his little brother once he arrives to the address yuuji sent himâespecially since the youngest itadori brother is waiting (as promised) right by the entrance of the familiar bar near the university campus where both you and yuuji attend classes. it's still busy for so late in the night, but the clubs are closed now and little bars like this are the only places still open. sukuna's not even sure what the difference is anyway, because the lights here are still dim and the music is loud and there are still people dancing off to one side of the establishment, so the distinction between the two seems tenuous if not entirely negligible. but as someone who's spent his fair share of nights in bars just like (and including) this one, he's usually not really one to complain.
but tonight's different.
yuuji is teetering a bit when his brother arrivesâan unusual sight, considering he's usually pretty good at holding his liquor.
"shit, how much did you drink?" are the first words out of sukuna's mouth when he approaches.
the youngest itadori's cheeks are flushed as pink as his hair, and he grimaces in the wake of the eldest's questionâhe's always been a terrible liar, especially when it comes to his brother, so he doesn't even bother trying to deny it. sukuna doesn't wait for a response in any case, turning his head towards the thick of the crowd and letting his eyes scan through it.
he doesn't see you.
"where'd you see her last?" he asks, leaning towards his brother to be heard over the music.
"by the bar!" yuuji replies, raising his own voice to overcome the bass. "she said she was getting one last drink, but she never came back to the table."
yuuji's lip wobbles a bit as he concludes his sentence, but he sucks it quickly into his mouth and catches it between his teeth.
"and you looked for her?" sukuna asks again.
"all over," yuuji nods, letting his lip slip out from between the bite of his incisors to reply. "fushiguro's doing another lap. nobara's checking the bathrooms."
sukuna ruffles a hand through his hair, suddenly realizing it's probably a mess from his rudely-interrupted slumber. "maybe she just left or somethin'."
"she wouldn't do that, you know that," yuuji says firmly. there's an insistence burning behind his eyes as he looks to his older brother, and it's the most sober he's seemed all night.
sukuna rolls his eyes, even though he knows yuuji's rightâyou'd never leave on your own, much less without so much as a goodbye. the two of you have been joined at the hip for long enough he's almost surprised that yuuji wasn't able to find you with some weird telepathic form of echolocation. he swings an arm up over his little brother's shoulders pushing him down a little just to tease him, before using his grip to tug him towards the crowd.
"you track down that little sea urchin friend of yours and i'll take a look around. meet me back here in ten minutes or text me if you find that little pest, alright?"
the bar is harder to navigate the further in sukuna travels from the entrance, the bodies pressing closer together with every step he takes away from fresh night air. he's pissed off, but that's not out of character for him. he's more pissed off than he usually is, considering not even an hour before he'd been peacefully sleeping at home, and now he's glaring at some drunk college kid who just almost spilled their beer on him.
"move," he hisses through his teeth at the wide-eyed kid whose life he can practically see flashing through his eyes as he shoulders past him. sukuna would be lying if he said the look didn't improve his mood at least marginally.
as sukuna weaves through the bodies in the bar, his eyes don't stop looking for you. it's almost startling how quickly he can rule people outâhow definitively he can say that someone is or isn't you with just a passing glance. he starts to doubt himself as he reaches the far corner of the bar and begins to round back towards the entrance, an annoying, grating irritation in the back of his mind. worry, maybe, if he were the type.
then he sees you.
just the faintest glimpse of your profile, caught behind the shoulder of the man who has you backed into a corner by a pillar, hidden mostly away from the crowdâat least as hidden as anyone can be in a place like this.
sukuna feels his lip curling into a furious sneer as he takes a step towards youâpeople move out of his path wordlessly as he trudges over to that dark corner where you're tucked away.
it's only when he gets a bit closer that he's able to read the lines of your body properly. you're teetering, just like yuuji had beenâthe two of you had probably enabled each other in your intoxication that night like the stupid kids sukuna knows you both to be. but you're also distinctly uncomfortable, pressed up against the wall as if to put as much distance between you and the man hovering over you as you possibly can. your eyes glance off to the side, like you're searching uselessly for an escape.
instead, they meet his.
"sukuna," you gasp out in surprise, and the man you're speaking to glances over his shoulder in confusion. he seems annoyed, and a bit nervous, when he spots the man (taller, and broader than he is) standing behind him with a scowl.
sukuna hears the relief in your voice when you say his name. reads it behind your glassy eyes.
"what are you doing here?" you ask, reaching out towards him clumsily.
the man in front of you puts a hand on your waistâpossibly to steady you, more likely to stop youâand it makes sukuna see red.
"hands off," sukuna snaps, wrapping a hand around your upper arm and tugging you into his side away from the creep.
"who's this? you said you don't have a boyfriend," the kid asks you, jutting a thumb towards sukuna accusatorially.
you mumble something quietly in reply about him being yuuji's brother, tucking yourself a bit closer to sukuna as you say it.
"your brother?" he asks as his eyes squint in confusion, having clearly only caught part of your explanation. "you're ditching me for your brother?"
sukuna's anger flares again at the entitlement this little brat has the nerve to display so flagrantly. the older man's hand slips down to your waist on instinct, and then lower still to the curve of your ass, making a show of how his big hand grips into the flesh beneath it. you squeak quietly at the contact, turning and hiding your burning face against sukuna's chest. he keeps his hand right where it is.
the stranger's eyes widen at the inappropriate display before him and sukuna leans in close with a vicious, almost manic grin.
"we're very close."
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The thing about the wild replies to posts that go around talking about fandom misogyny is that, at least for me, I did have to make an active choice to care about female characters.
There's less of them and they are often written with a lot less to work with and it's easier to focus on dude characters. But I had to look at myself and wonder why I was willing to read pages and pages of meta and fic and headcanons for Julian Bashir when I wasn't interested in the same for Jadzia Dax when they have a similar amount of screentime. Why I wasn't interested in Captain Janeway when she's the lead of her show. Yes, writers are often sexist, but the writers were ableist and homophobic and so on with a million male characters, but I was willing to put the work in to love them. At some point, the viewer/reader/listener's own sexism plays a part in their willingness to engage with a character.
So I had to actively choose to seek out those meta and fic and headcanons for female characters. And it is significantly harder to find than it is for male characters, because most of fandom hadn't questioned their own sexism. But what little of it there is out there is often just as high quality and interesting as the stuff I was already looking at, if not more so because there's the added dimension of fighting against the writers' misogyny, which often requires even more engagement and creativity.
It was, for me, a process that I had to continually work on to care about women characters as much as I did guy ones. But it got easier the more effort I put in. And now those posts about how no one cares about female characters are very relatable to me.
But the way people respond to those posts, it's always "I can't change the fact that the writers are sexist! It's an immutable fact that female characters are less interesting! You're attacking me personally over something that I can't change! And actually, you're the sexist for not realizing how terrible these female characters are and how you're victimizing me asking me to care about them!"
Besties, I promise it is something you can change. You just have to put the work in
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