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[articskele]

IF I HAD A NICKEL EVERYTIME I WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH A DUO OF CHARACTERS FROM A HORROR GAME, ONE BEING HUMANOID AND THE OTHER BEING A MONSTER WITH SHARP TEETH-

[ifnotlovepersevering]

Trapped (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: in an attempt to get revenge on Agatha, you end up walking right into her trap

Warnings: NSFW, blurry consent, magic play, pet names, light d/s dynamics, oral sex (both receiving), fingering (R receiving), mentions of spit play, face-sitting (A receiving), overstimulation, mentions of violence, lovers to enemies to lovers again?!, minors DNI

A/N: breaking my hiatus by pulling together this horny filth from god knows what part of my brain 🖤 enjoy!

NSFW Tag List: @academiagaymess @musicalmemesandstuff @shinkomiii @vintagegoddess12 @agnessharknes @jesterofrohan @agathaharknessslut @nickalpatel @junaika21

As soon as you’d caught wind that the great Agatha Harkness had lost her powers, you were planning your route to Westview.

You’d been waiting ages for this opportunity - revenge for her betrayal. Agatha had drawn you in close before draining nearly every last bit of power from you, thankfully leaving just enough for you to survive. Though, that was likely an oversight rather than a show of mercy.

But you’d never forgotten. Over the years you slowly, painstakingly, built your powers back up to what they had been, and then even more. You were stewing, waiting for the chance to get the witch back for what she’d done.

Now you stood in her basement at the home she occupied in Westview, after transporting yourself inside. You crept up the stairs, staying as silent as possible. The dagger in your hand glistened as you eased through the door to the main floor.

You quietly stalked your way over to what seemed to be her office. But before you could step inside, Agatha’s voice rang out from behind you. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”

You spun around, seeing her standing in the living area. “Agatha,” you grinned.

The older witch eyed the dagger you clutched in your palm. “Hey doll,” she said nervously. “Whatcha got there?”

You began walking towards her as she stepped backwards. “Oh Aggs,” you smirked, using your old nickname for her. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

“Let me guess,” she let out a shaky laugh. “Since I juiced you?”

You clenched your jaw. “You bitch. I trusted you. It took me ages to grow my power back to what it was.”

Agatha scoffed. “Oh please. You were pathetic. A baby. You hardly knew how to handle all of that, I did you a favour.”

That’s it. You lunged forward, tackling the other witch to the ground. You straddled her abdomen, her arms by her side, keeping her pinned down. Digging your elbow into her chest, you brought the dagger to her neck. “Last words?” You smirked.

“I missed this view.” Agatha’s blue eyes bore into yours as her expression morphed from fear into a smile.

Her smugness was grating, and you pushed the dagger into her skin to silence her. But it wasn’t working. The flesh that should’ve been tearing under the blade remained smooth and undisturbed, no crimson emerging.

What?

“Oh Y/N,” she grinned at you, not at all worried about the dagger pressed up against her throat. “You’re almost as naive as the day I met you.”

You felt your body suddenly freeze up. “What the hell?” You exclaimed, trying to move your limbs. Agatha began laughing as the distance between the two of you increased. You were floating now, immobilized, and she was standing up in front of you grinning.

“You’re kidding me.” You groaned. You couldn’t move anything below your neck, let alone try and get your magic flowing. Fuck.

“No, no I’m not.” Agatha circled you, unashamedly basking in the glee of having you trapped like this.

You closed your eyes, thinking of what idiotic decisions led you here. “You were supposed to be…”

“Powerless?” Agatha smirked, standing in front of you now. “Come on, Y/N. Are you hearing yourself? Agatha Harkness, powerless?”

You cursed yourself internally. This was stupid. You’d been stupid, and cocky, coming here with no preparation but a stupid dagger and your stupid vendetta.

“Aww,” Agatha pouted at your expression, taking your chin into her hand, forcing you to look her in the eye. “Don’t make that face, bunny.”

You felt a small spark inside of you at her using her favourite pet name. Agatha was leaning in close now, and heat rushed to your cheeks under her intense gaze and the proximity. Yes, you hated her for what she did. But she also knew exactly how to push your buttons. The older witch made you feel things beyond just hatred and try as you might, that was something you couldn’t ignore.

“You know how witches are,” Agatha spoke softly, her eyes drifting from your eyes to your mouth. “Start a rumour, it spreads. And somehow I knew that little Y/N would come running once she heard the news.”

Her arrogance irked you. “I’m not the same person you used to know.” You spat.

“Oh?” Agatha arched a brow, a wicked smile on her face. “I beg to differ.”

She stepped back and began circling you again. The familiar hum of her magic suddenly began caressing you again. You looked down at your hovering form and now saw purple swirls of her magic climbing up your legs.

“The Y/N I used to know,” Agatha was behind you now, her mouth by your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Would make the prettiest sounds for me.”

The end of her sentence was punctuated by a purple tendril slipping under your top and caressing your nipple. Another joined right after, on your other breast, pulses of magic squeezing both your nipples perfectly.

You couldn’t even try and stop the moan that escaped you.

“Just like that.” You could tell Agatha was smiling even though she was behind you, her voice clearly conveying her excitement.

You felt another rope of magic snake its way up your thigh and into the waistband of your pants. You cried out as it surround your clit and begin pulsing teasingly. You squirmed, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure through you.

Agatha settled herself into the armchair across from you and waved her hand in a quick motion. You gasped at the feeling of cold air on your now-bare skin. “Mm,” her voice was low, her eyes raking over your exposed form. “That’s better.”

You could feel how wet you were getting between your legs, her purple magic still pleasuring you. “You know,” you started, getting breathless now. “That I came here to kil- ah!”

Your sentence was interrupted by what you could only assume was another extension of her magic teasing your wet entrance before pushing in. Heat rushed through you as your walls stretched and adjusted to the feeling.

“Oh I know hon,” Agatha smirked from her chair, watching you turn into a mess before her. Her blue eyes were tracing your form and you could see that her cheeks were flushed. “But keeping you to play with again is a much better option.”

The tendril of magic inside you began pumping in and out, pulsing gently against your walls. “Fuck,” you groaned, the pleasure in you building at a rapid pace now. Your eyes were half-closed, jaw slack, as Agatha fucked you with her magic.

“Though if you’d like me to stop,” Agatha’s voice made you open your eyes. “I can do that too.”

Another flick of her hand and all the magic pulsing in and around you stopped, causing the pleasure building in you to fizzle. “No!” You whined. “Please, fuck, please, Aggs.”

It was humiliating. You had come here to kill her, and instead you were naked and at her mercy, begging for her to keep fucking you.

Agatha seemed thrilled to see your resolve break. “There she is,” she chuckled darkly. “My sweet bunny.”

You moaned, a mixture of relief and pleasure, when her magic began again. You were approaching your orgasm quickly, filthy moans and profanities spilling from your lips as you reached the edge. But before the waves of pleasure you were aching so badly for could crash over you, the magic stopped again.

You whined in protest, at the brink of tears, as Agatha stood up and came over to you. “Oh I know, baby.” She pouted.

To your surprise, Agatha lowered you down so that you were standing in front of her now. Your legs were unsteady and she gripped your hip, pressing you close to her. “I just couldn’t let you come without tasting you first.”

Any thoughts about what you’d originally came here for were far gone, and you hungrily brought your mouth to hers. Your hands now free, it was your turn to magic Agatha’s clothes off, making her gasp against your lips in surprise. You traced your hands up her figure and began pinching and teasing her nipples. Both of you moaned as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. You nipped at her lower lip, sucking it into your mouth, making her groan approvingly.

Agatha’s fingers buried themselves in your hair and she pulled, drawing your head back so she could move her mouth to your neck. Her fingers teased your nipples as you felt her teeth bite down, gently, but hard enough that you were sure she was leaving a trail of marks on your skin.

“Lie down,” she breathed against your skin. You complied, settling on the carpet as she made the fireplace roar to life.

Agatha wasted no time lowering herself between your legs. She held your gaze as she spread your folds with her fingers before bringing her mouth to your center. Despite the time apart, Agatha clearly remembered how to turn you into a shaking mess. She picked up a pattern of circling and flicking your clit with her tongue, and she quickly had you writhing on the floor. “Agatha,” you groaned.

She switched to sucking on your clit as she slipped a finger, then another into you. The lewd sounds of your wetness filled the room as Agatha pumped her fingers into you, curling them up inside before drawing them out. “Fuck, fuck!” You cried out, spurring her on. Agatha moaned as she sucked your clit into her mouth, hard, making you arch your back off the floor as you came.

She didn’t stop there. She withdrew her fingers but her tongue continued its ministrations on your overstimulated clit despite your squirming. Agatha kept her eyes on you as she doubled down on her pace, her arms wrapping around your thighs to stop you from squeezing them together.

Her efforts brought you to the edge again, your body shaking with the waves of pleasure coursing through you. Finally, Agatha came up from between your legs, her grinning mouth smeared with your juices. You revelled in the feeling of her bare skin against yours as she slid back up to you.

“I’d almost forgotten how good you taste.” She said, before bringing her mouth down to yours. You moaned at the taste, her lips moving against yours sloppily. Agatha pulled back slightly to let a trail of saliva fall onto your tongue before wrapping her lips around it and sucking, moaning as she did. Fuck.

You could already feel yourself aching for more but you needed to taste her first. “Sit on my face.” You breathed in between kisses to Agatha, who was more than happy to comply,

She giggled as you helped her maneuver herself over your face. Lowering herself onto you, both of you groaned as your tongue made contact with her folds. Her taste was intoxicating, and you began lapping up her juices before flicking her clit repeatedly with your tongue.

You watched Agatha as she moaned from above you. “That’s it baby.”

You continued with your ministrations, splitting your attention between her clit and her opening which continued leaking her juices into your mouth. Wanting to taste more, you plunged your tongue into her hole, swirling before withdrawing, then entering again.

“Yes,” she groaned, throwing her head back. “Fuck me with your tongue bunny, come on.”

You could feel her getting closer, her hips were beginning to buck more wildly. Stealing a page from her book, you used your magic to send vibrations to her nipples while you moved your tongue back to her clit.

“Oh fuck,” Agatha grunted, her legs clamping around your head nearly suffocating you as she gripped the armchair near her for support. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Y/N.” Rocking her hips against you, she cried out as first one, then another wave of pleasure tore through her.

Agatha dismounted, thighs trembling, before laying down next to you. You smiled at the older witch, panting with her eyes closed and forehead damp with sweat. Her mouth formed a lazy grin, “That was-”

Before she could finish her sentence, a loud bang could be heard from the basement, making both of you jump. You could hear clattering, as if something was fumbling around down there in the darkness.

Agatha laughed at the confused look on your face. “What, did you think you were the only one waiting to get revenge?”

You rolled your eyes, of course, as Agatha leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “None of them are you though, bunny.” She stood up quickly and waved her clothes back on.

“You’re not seriously going to-”

“I’ll just be a minute, doll.” Agatha smiled down at you. Her lips were swollen and her hair messy, but with her hands glowing purple, she looked every bit the formidable witch everyone knew her to be.

“Sit pretty,” she called over her shoulder as she made her way to the basement door. “We’re not done yet.”

You couldn’t help but laugh when you heard Agatha blast whatever poor creature had made its way into her basement.

[taintandviolent]

Master ; Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: [PART ONE HERE!] It's been a few days since Eddie Munson and reader had their little hookup in the back of his van, and she's jonesing for more. After a D&D campaign, Eddie invites her back to his trailer.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 4.8K | female reader, smut, use of pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), light bondage, no use of y/n, fucking to music (because he would), eating out, p in v, slight cockwarming at the end.

a/n: i am so overwhelmed by the response to my first eddie fic!!! you guys are CRAZY! thank you though, from the bottom of my heart. i hope this part lives up to the last part! ps: i've never played d&d, so just ignore how bland that section is. thanks. ps #2: the album that eddie puts on is Ride the Lightning, so if you wanna' listen to that while you read.... please do. not beta-read, yada yada yada yada. divider by @/strangergraphics!!

full fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / I don’t have a taglist anymore, but please turn on post notifications if you’d like to be notified of future fics!

For the most part, everything had returned to normal with the very welcomed exceptions of a few heated glances, some knowing smiles, and the occasional touch when he passed by you. All of which had you reeling, viciously fanning the embers of your desire for him. Many times throughout the week, you’d considered approaching him for one reason or another, but you were holding out for reasons unbeknownst to you.

In other news, Jason had requested a new lab partner - or tried - but Mrs. Cowan didn’t bother entertaining his request, much to your dismay. So the last period was spent with him, trying to remain cordial, but silently cursing everything he did. 

That morning, you’d woken up with a fiery craving for Eddie. It couldn’t be sated by merely thinking of him, or watching him from afar. You need to feel him again. Out front of Hawkins High, you bend down to retrieve your backpack, nestling your patterned Trapper Keeper in the crook of your arm. 

And as if on cue… 

“I’m your turbo lover! Better run for cover!” 

You freeze and straighten up, a chill shuddering up your spine. There’s no way someone is just playing that song. Your thighs press together tightly, as if doing so is inhibiting anything. You spin around, searching for the source of the music. And boy, do you find it. Eddie’s van screeches around the corner, just in front of you. 

You watch as Eddie then pulls into a parking spot, his arm hanging out the window of the van. He lifts it, giving you a casual wave, even though that gesture is anything but casual. For a moment, you’re almost mad. He’s all but ruined that song for you, because now all you can think about is him fingerbanging you in the back of his van. You let out a frustrated huff as the music dies off and the door creaks open.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He says as he passes, his voice dripping with nonchalance. Your mouth gapes open, appalled that he didn’t tackle you in kisses right then and there. You watch, wordlessly, as he takes the steps two at a time and march after him, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. He wasn’t getting away from you that quickly. Thankfully, this semester, you had two classes with him; English in the morning and History after lunch. The little game he was playing was vicious and mean, and you hated it. 

“Eddie, wait!” You call, trotting down the hallways. He slows his pace and gradually turns, a sly expression on his face. 

“Yeees?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Uh.. y’know… just going to class.” He answers coolly, nodding his head towards Miss Tipton’s door. You steal a glance at his body; he’s wearing a Metallica shirt with his go-to black jeans, and he’s got a black backpack slung over his right shoulder. His hand is clamped around the handle of that lunchbox he always carries, his rings clanking together as he adjusts his grip. You remember what those rings felt like, entangled in your own fingers. At the lewd thought, you have to withhold a sigh. He’s so… you dig your nails into the plastic of your binder, growling slightly.

“You can’t just…” You stutter, looking at him with big, pleading eyes. “I’m going crazy over here.”

“Yeah? So what do you want me to do about it?” Suddenly walking you backwards, he urges you against someone’s locker, his belt buckle pressing hard into your stomach. Your breath comes out in a rush. “You want me to do it right here?” 

He brushes the backs of his fingers along your jawline, teasingly. Your eyes drift behind him, watching people’s eyes flit to you and widen as they pass. A few people snigger and make some comments, likely disparaging in nature. Of course, they must be thinking, who would want to be that close to the Freak of Hawkins? You groan inwardly and lean your head back against the slotted metal. 

“No… we can’t.”

“Then you’re gonna’ have to be patient, aren’t you, sweetheart?” His voice is husky and low, his breaths washing over your face. You frown slightly, but nod. You’d gotten something… the warmed, lingering sensation of his hips pressed against yours was enough to get you through the rest of the day, at least. He backs off, smirking, and reaches for the door, pulling it open. With eyebrows raised, he holds the door for you, letting you duck underneath his arm. 

Once in the classroom, you pick a seat and settle in. After a few moments, Miss Tipton turns to the chalkboard to write something and in doing so, turns her back away from the class. A few seconds later, something hits your shoulder, bouncing off of it. You look down at your feet and spot a folded up piece of notebook paper. Making sure that the teacher is still occupied, you bend down and scrape your fingers against the floor, scooping it into your grasp. You quickly unfold it, your eyes scanning over the scrawled letters. 

Today after last period. Meet me in the theatre. 

EDDIE 

PS: I miss the way you taste.

Your stomach tightens. Tucking your face into your shoulder, you sneakily peer back behind you. To your right, a few seats down, Eddie meets your gaze and feigns innocence, widening his eyes at you before casually scratching the side of his face with a capped pen. You withhold a smile and turn back around, tucking the note into your binder. Class continues without a hitch. In fact, it goes by surprisingly quickly. 

After class, you hurry to the payphone outside, dial home and bring the receiver to your ear. It rings twice before you hear your mother’s voice.

“Hello?” 

“Mom, it’s me.” 

“Honey, is everything okay?” You can hear the worry in her voice.

You smile, leaning against the nearby brick wall. “Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted to call you and let you know that I’m going to be home later today. I’m uh… thinking about joining a club.” 

“A club? At school? Honey, that’s great. Just be careful, okay?” 

You straighten up, hunching over the payphone again. “I will, I promise. Love you.” 

“Love you too. Bye-bye.” 

Every class speeds by, having been spent fantasizing. You’re in deep, too deep maybe. Short of drawing hearts around his name, you’ve allowed yourself to become completely wound around his guitar-calloused fingers, you’ve imagined every scenario possible and succeeded in riling yourself up throughout the day. Prepwork, you’d call it. 

So, later that afternoon, when you make it to the theatre, quietly opening one of the double doors, you’re almost disappointed that it’s a room full of boys. Sure, Eddie’s there, sitting at the head of the table, but it’s a room full of boys all the same. Foolishly, Hellfire Club wasn’t a frontrunner in your thoughts, you hadn’t even considered it or the fact that he had invited you to one of the sessions, and you’d agreed. You grimace and take a few steps forward, bringing yourself out of the shadows.

“Ah, she arrives.” Eddie’s voice booms, echoing in the acoustics of the theatre. He’s oozing confidence, and you bite your lip, silently talking your own arousal down. 

“Hey guys,” you say, trying to mask your nerves with a casual wave. “Eddie invited me.”

“Indeed I did.” He’s perched on an ornately carved chair, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together. Eddie then jumps over the arm of the chair and bends down, retrieving something from his backpack. Casually, but almost theatrically, he strolls over. Once he’s in front of you, he reaches for your hand, pulling it up and carefully lays the item in your hands, his fingertips grazing the edge of your palm. It’s a Hellfire Club shirt, just like the one he wears. A smirk crawls across your lips; you were now technically in possession of two of his shirts.

After changing behind the heavy velvet curtains, you get situated in one of the empty seats, and Eddie explains the campaign, setting the scene with all of his elaborate, fantastic descriptions. This guy was a natural born storyteller, and you could tell he had a passion for this silly little game. Too quickly, it came to be your turn. You had no idea what you were doing, and you realize that you haven’t been paying attention at all. Your attention was… elsewhere the entire time. Panic grips your throat as everyone’s eyes are on you, waiting for your roll. 

“Uhhh,” You look apprehensively at the dice in your palm. Unlike regular dice, they have way too many sides and you don’t know what you need to achieve. Eddie assured you that you’d get the hang of it, but so far… you haven’t. “I have no idea but roll a one-hundred to charm the DM?” 

“One-hundre— WHAT! That doesn’t even make sense. She’s not even playing!” The kid with the curly hair – Dusty? Dustin? – sounded frustrated. He took this very seriously. They’d all briefly introduced themselves as you’d sat down, but your attention had been on and still was on Eddie the entire time, so you hardly retained any of their names. You are enchanted with his energy tonight; the way he masterfully navigates the campaign, engaging with each of the rolls and weaving an intricate story that none of the other players can predict, but adore all the same. 

You two make eye contact. Eddie withholds a smile. You can see it — the middle of his plush lips start to spread across his teeth but he reels it back in. It takes an immense amount of self control, but you don’t make finger guns at him. Instead, you toss the dice back onto the table, not bothering to watch what you’d rolled. With a groan, you lean back in the chair, which creaks in protest. “Fine,” you lamented, lacing your fingers behind your head. “I’ll just watch. I don’t understand this anyway.” 

“Lady Terowyn,” he starts, saying the name that he’d given you at the start. He holds your gaze strongly, leaning forward in his chair and gripping the sides of the table, his rings clanking against the wood. “You seem to have acquired a ferocious malady. You can roll again in hopes that Blossom Tealeaf will assist you with a cure…”

“Who was Blossom Tealeaf again?” You ask, almost exasperated and look around at the other players. Dustin rolls his eyes, slumping down in his chair. “Alright, alright. Sheesh. I’ll accept this… illness and just watch this time.”

“Alright, then. Lady Terowyn succumbs to the vicious curse and perishes. What shall you do?” 

The boys fall into a heated discussion and Eddie’s eyes find yours again. Without saying anything, he’s saying a lot. He’s smiling like he did before he kissed you, and the thought drives you insane. You have half a mind to climb across the table and go sit in his lap, sweeping your hips back and forth until his cock hardens underneath you, but you wouldn’t dare interrupt his campaign; it means too much to him and the others.

So, you sat. You sat, commenting, cheering the boys on when they figured something out, and gasped when their fearless dungeon master bested them yet again. Eventually, they warmed up to you, the coldness gone from their responses, even going so far as to involve you in some of the discussions. This went on for a few hours, until finally, they lost against the merciless beast that they’d been fighting. After the group dispersed outside, Eddie towed you to his van, promising he’d take you home. 

He pulls you into a kiss, his tongue dancing along your lower lip and slipping inside to wrestle with yours. You moan into his mouth, and slide your hands into the warmth inside his leather jacket. Never breaking the kiss, he gently pushes you against the side of his van, the metal cool behind your back. One of his hands moves to your leg, hitching it up around his waist to bring you even closer to him. He bucks his hips into you once, and your breath hitches. 

“It really is fun,” he starts, brushing his lips against your neck, trailing delicate kisses down the length of it. “Y’know… if you’d actually try playing it.” 

You whine, tilting your head to the side and allowing more space for him to kiss. “Listen, I was distracted, okay?” 

“Oh, by what?” 

“Like you don’t know.” 

Eddie chuckles, a breathy sound just underneath your earlobe. His lips ghost down your neck, stopping at a place between it and your shoulder, and he sucks the skin into his mouth. You wince at the sudden pressure, but don’t protest. It’ll inevitably leave a mark, and it seems he knows it. Smiling at the reddened skin, he leans back to look at you, to gaze into your half-lidded eyes. 

“You wanna’ go back to my place? Wayne’s outta’ town…” 

You aren’t sure who Wayne is… but the implications of that hang heavy between you two. For a moment, you say nothing, letting your gaze drift back and forth between his eyes and his lips, but finally, you nod. Eddie grins and is dragging you around to the passenger side before you have a chance to change your mind. He throws open the door and circles his hand in front of it, beckoning you inside. “Your chariot awaits, m’lady.” 

You can’t help but smile – the theatrics of his campaign are clearly still lingering. Once you’re in, Eddie shuts the door and hurries back around to the other side, retrieving his keys from his pocket. Tossing a confident smile your way, he stabs them into the ignition, turns them and the engine of the van roars to life.

The drive from the high school to the trailer park takes about ten minutes, but feels like twenty. Every time he pulls up on a stop sign, his hand drifts over to your thigh. He kneads it, his rings bumping together. Just when it starts to get good, just when his hand starts to drift up your skirt, he pulls it away, and accelerates. 

Once you’re inside, Eddie flips on the lights and turns to you, expectantly. He knows what’s coming. He’s been riling you up the entire ride. The second the door is shut, your lips are on him, smearing hot, wet kisses all over his neck and jawline. Eddie’s laughing breathily, his hands roaming around your waist and ass. “So needy,” he says. 

“I’ve been thinking about this since we….” Your voice trailed off, meeting his mouth in a sloppy kiss. Eddie keeps you there, holding your face tightly. He walks you backwards past the kitchen towards his bedroom until the back of your calves hit the mattress, and you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands trail up your waist, winding around the front of your body. It’s warm to the touch, and Eddie smiles as his large hands cup your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.  

“Fuck, Eddie, oh my god…”

You claw at his leather jacket, trying to push it off his shoulders. You can’t get enough of him, and want him naked on top of you immediately. Enough teasing, enough foreplay. You’re desperate for him. 

“Someone’s grabby. We’ll fix that.” He pushes you lightly backwards onto the bed, your ass bouncing against the mattress, the springs squeaking in protest. 

He reaches around, pulling the black bandana from his back pocket, and shakes it out from its folded state. The heat that blossoms between your thighs is only worsening, becoming unbearable. One knee pressed into the bed, his body tilted slightly forward towards you. “Hands together, m’lady.”

At first, you stare, dumbfounded, up at him. He was… so cute. The dim, yellow lighting of the table lamp behind him creates a halo around his fluffy hair, akin to a renaissance painting. Some artist had to have painted an angel from this point of view… but there was nothing angelic about what was taking place. Nothing, because you were about to —

“Hello?” You blink once, twice. Had he been speaking the entire time? He quirks a brow, very obviously waiting for your response. His warm, chocolatey eyes hold yours in a death grip as he wraps the bandana around your wrists, tying it tightly in a knot. He hadn’t told you to look at him, at least not verbally. Deep down, you knew that you couldn’t look away if you tried. He knew that too. “Hands to yourself until I say so.”

“Yes, master.” He freezes, with his fingers still on the buckle of his belt and raises his head back up to look at you.

You try to speak, to undo what you’ve said, but only squeaks and a nervous string of ‘Uhhh’s come out. You drop your bound wrists into your lap with a dramatic huff, and roll your head back, staring embarrassed at the ceiling of his trailer. Truthfully, you hadn’t even known where that came from; you’d never called anyone ‘master’ in your entire life, and even mocked the concept. Master and Servant was a Depeche Mode song, not something you practiced in the bedroom.  

“I don’t knoow — dungeon master? I don’t know where that came from, I’m — Eddie, please — PLEASE!” Your head snapped back up.

“Hey,” He cooed, brushing your bangs from your eyes. “It’s okay. I liked that. I just couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not.”

Eddie brings his face close to yours, nuzzling his nose against your cheeks. “Lay back for me, sweetheart.” 

You do, bound hands resting on your stomach. Eddie shrugs out of his jacket, and pulls his shirt up from behind his back, tossing it onto the floor to join the rest of the clothes. You haven’t seen him shirtless before; the visual has your cunt clenching as your eyes dance over his tattoos, memorizing them. 

You watch him with hearts in your eyes as he strolls half-naked over to his stereo, pops in a tape, shuts the door and hits play; the heavy sound of Metallica fills the small room. You smirk. He would. As the song builds, Eddie returns to the edge of the bed, creeping closer, walking his hands on the mattress until he’s close enough to press a kiss to each of your kneecaps. Just like before, he unzips your skirt and peels down your tights, taking his time with the action. Your breath catches in your chest when you feel his calloused fingers ghosting along the outside of your thighs, sweeping along the flesh as it prickles with goosebumps. It’s not cold by any means, but the sensation of his fingers has your skin reacting.

“Now that’s a sight for sore eyes…” he says, admiring the way you look, pantsless but still wearing the Hellfire Club shirt. “God damn… you should be on the cover of an album or something.” He tilts his head, staring for a moment longer before he’s pulling the shirt over your head, and yanking your panties over the wide curve of your hips. 

The rest of your clothes join his on the floor of his bedroom, and you’re naked, lying on his stained sheets, writhing in anticipation. Eddie pulls your thighs apart carefully but forcefully, like he’s opening the jaws of a lion. He slots himself underneath your legs, hoisting your thighs onto the curve of his shoulders. As soon as you realize what’s about to transpire, he feels the sudden tension in your body and slides his hands up your waist tenderly.

“Just relax. I know what I’m doing.” His voice is commanding and heavy with desire. 

Your eyes roll back in your head, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip; you feel your cunt clench at his lusty tone. You can feel your face flush with heat. Something about him makes you trust him, turn to putty in his grip – in fact, you’ve never trusted a man more in your life. You nod, inhaling a deep breath as he presses a kiss to your cunt. Some of your pathetic, shuddering whines are lost in the heavy guitar and drums of Metallica, which you’re grateful for. The feeling of his lips against her makes your whole body jerk violently, and Eddie’s hands are suddenly pressing down on your hips, holding them tight to the mattress. 

“Easy, baby…” 

You clench your jaws and shut your eyes, trying to slow your breathing, but that does little to pacify the feelings and how deeply he’s turning you on. His lips hover, his breath washing over her in small, warm gusts before he kisses her again, nuzzling his nose against the soft mound before his tongue slips in between the folds, flicking upwards. Still tied together, all you can do is lift your hands and wad them into tight fists. You could reach forward and push his head further into you, but he’d specifically ordered no touching. You whimper and writhe against the mattress, to which Eddie softly shakes his head against your cunt, muttering a ‘Mm-mm’, and again grips your hips tightly again, holding them in place. 

“You like that?” 

He swallows hard, before his tongue juts out again, toying with your clit, mercilessly flicking it back and forth and up and down. He encircles the swollen bundle of nerves and hums into your cunt, pleased at the visceral reaction from your body. Even over the music, you can hear the slick, suckling and slurping sounds he’s making, and above all, how wet you are, which is slightly mortifying, considering he’s only just started. Your juices leak onto his mattress, leaving yet another stain on his sheets.

“Words, sweetheart…” He pauses to say. One hand drifts between his legs, where he palms himself over his dark jeans. Eating you out has his cock achingly hard, and he wants nothing more than to sink it into you. 

Words? You don’t even know what those are. You can barely form a single word, let alone an entire sentence as his tongue laps at you again, flattening out against your sensitive flesh. It takes you a few tries, but you finally manage to squeak out: “Huhhh- mmm-yeah. Gonna’... gonna’...” 

Eddie pulls back slightly, pressing a single slick kiss against your inner thigh. “Yeah? So soon?” 

You whimper, nodding. “Mmmh…. So…. so good…” 

Bringing his hands underneath your ass, Eddie hoists your hips up, giving him a better angle to suck on your puffy clit. That does it – you’re unable to stop the floodgates. You cry out, bringing your bound hands to your face and pressing the balls of your palms against your mouth, pinching your bottom lip between them. Eddie swallows down your orgasm, bringing the tip of his tongue to your entrance as it squeezes.

As Eddie stands up and wipes the slick from his chin, the song changes, a single reverberating bell rings throughout the room. It brings a smirk to his lips. “For whom the bell tolls…” He says, running a single finger along the length of your quivering thigh. “The bell tolls for you, sweetheart.” 

Completely spent, you lift your head weakly, brows peaked together in question. “Wh…what…” 

Eddie palms himself again, stroking the swollen shaft through the fabric. His gaze is heavy, sweeping over your naked body as your chest heaves with laboured breaths. His long fingers move quickly, working to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. The jeans fall loose at his hips, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of a lewd outline and a spot where the blue plaid fabric has darkened with pre-cum. He kicks them off and steps out of the circle, smiling at you.  

“Nothin’, baby. C’mere.” 

Eddie gets onto the bed with one knee first, and walks his way over to you. You turn your head to look at him and heave a shaky sigh as he reaches underneath your torso, twisting you so you’re laying rightways on the bed, your head on a pillow. 

“You ready?” 

“R-ready for what?” You breathe. 

“To have your world rocked, sweetheart.” 

“Again?” You coo, looking up at him with big, dreamy eyes. 

Eddie hooks his finger around the bandana and twists it around his index finger, tightening the fabric around your wrists. He yanks your hands up over your head, pressing them against the wall above. With his other hand still free, he pulls the waistband of his boxers down over the curve of his ass, allowing his heavy cock free. It slaps against his tummy, bobbing dangerously in front of your core. It occurs to you then how turned on he is over eating your pussy… his cock is leaking and twitching in front of you, begging for release. 

Fuck. 

At first, Eddie leans down, pressing his cock against your tummy as he kisses you. The kisses are sweet, tender, but passionate with a lingering hint of animalistic demand. He’s being gentle now, but you can feel the unbridled want behind his actions. 

“Do it,” you say. “Fuck me.” 

Eddie runs his tongue along his bottom lip and grins, taking hold of his cock with his free hand and giving it a few long strokes. A bead of precum oozes from the tip, stringing down to your stomach. He lines the tip up, and a warning pressure builds at your waiting entrance. You clench around the velvet soft head, and Eddie lets out a deep groan. 

“Holy shit…” he says. 

He tries to be gentle, but as soon as the tip breaches your slick hole and he feels how wet, how warm you are, he can’t help but sink every inch deep into you. He bucks his hips once, forcing his cock deep inside, and halts, allowing you a moment to adjust to the feeling of fullness. You gasp and tighten around him again, pulling a throaty sound from him. 

He begins rocking his hips back and forth, his shaft sliding wetly out of you. It doesn’t take him more than a few seconds to find a mind-shattering rhythm that has you gasping and clawing the wall above you. He holds onto your bound wrists still, pinning them tightly against the wall. The power in his thrusts come from his core, bucking relentlessly up into you. 

You lift your legs slightly, scooting up and pressing the roundness of your ass against his torso. As he thrusts, his palm presses low into your stomach, rings denting the flesh. 

Over the drums and guitar, the slick, hollow slop slop of his cock hammering into you fills the room, and your vision goes blurry as your lids drift shut. 

“F-fuck, Eddie… fuck!” 

His wanton, concentrating gaze drifts between your legs, watching as he impales you over and over again. You moan loud, much louder than James Hetfield was singing. Eddie shudders and groans, making a deep, almost pained sound. 

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that? Those moans are gonna’... Jesus Christ.”

You smile devilishly and meet his thrusts, rutting your hips against his. You see him clench his jaw, the muscles fluttering on the side of his face. The feelings are tantalizing him, and each jerk of his hips brings him closer to an orgasm. 

“Jesus Christ,” he repeats, looking down at your sweat-glistened body, watching as your breasts rock back and forth with each movement of his hips. You strain against his grip, wanting so desperately to touch him. 

“Master,” you whimper. “Let me touch your body… please….” 

The singular word makes his cock twitch inside you. His other hand joins the right, and quickly undoes the knot of his bandana, tossing it behind him. Your greedy fingers immediately snap to his torso, clawing their way up his toned abdomen. Your digits trail over his tattoos, tracing them absentmindedly as Eddie keeps fucking into you, his jaw hanging slack, expression completely blissed out.

“Harder, Eddie,” you moan, pressing your head back into the pillow. 

He obeys. Happily. He takes hold of your thighs, pressing them back against your body, exposing more of your cunt to him. His cock leaves you for a moment before he’s slamming back into you, heated and heavily.

It doesn’t take him long to reach a climax at this angle, or for you to reach your second one. You scream out, clawing at his abs as you clench around his dick, squeezing it in a vice-tight grip.

“Shit-shit-shit—” Eddie curses, looking down at your pussy. You feel the swelling throb of Eddie’s cock inside you as he paints you insides white. Your own orgasm has you shuddering against him, crying out his name. 

Eddie collapses atop of you, his cock still inside, and nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

“That was…” 

“Yeah,” you echo. “Yeah. It was.”

After a few minutes, you turn your head, and press a single kiss against his plump lips. “Soooo, can I sit at your table now? I’m tired of sitting at Jason’s preppy table.” 

“Absolutely.” 

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hi I really love your transformers one fics and I was hoping if you could write a fic about B-127 meeting a predacon like dragon fem s/o in the surface while searching for the metrix with his friends, I would love that 😊

Pairing: B-127/Bee x fem!predacon!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: B-127 meets an unlikely stranger, and you meet an odd group of bots for the first time in a long time. Warnings/Tags:  first meetings, reader has a bad time picking up social cues, hehe B-127 is silly, has no concept of personal space, but he's also up in ur grill, size difference, D-16, Orion, and Elita are like 'damn not another one ffs'.  A/N: I'mma not put spoilers anymore since I feel like everyone has watched TFO at this point. Ty for the love!! Word Count: 800+ words 

"Uhh, guys what is that?" 

"What is what-" 

A loud crash made the group of four turn towards one of the dilapidated structures. A gaping hole could be seen in the roof as dust rose from the damaged part. 

"....we should go," Elita muttered as she began inching away while not taking her optics off of the building. D-16 nodded silently and followed the pink femme's lead. Orion and Bee, however, wanted to investigate. 

"Pax." A warning hiss came from Elita as she noticed the hesitancy from the two. "Let's go." 

"Yeahhh, I'm with Elita on this one," Bee began turning around when Orion stepped toward the building instead. 

"I just wanna get another look." Orion spoke as he walked toward the entrance of the building. He peered inside the darkness and leaned forward, nothing seemed to be moving or inside the structure. After a few more nanoklicks had passed, Orion hummed and backed away.  

Only something big popped out and tackled him to the ground. 

Orion screamed as well as the B-127. 

"Orion!" D-16 was quick to act and rushed over to his friend. Elita groaned and ran after D-16 to aid in saving Orion. 

"It's eating his face! It's eating his face!" Bee shrieked as he pointed at the weird beast thing on top of Orion. It wasn't that big, just a few sizes bigger than Orion and the more Orion examined the beast on him the more he recognized what it was. Seeing that Orion wasn't struggling anymore, the beast also stopped snapping it's maw at him.

"Hehe!" A strange laugh came from the beast as it began transforming. Before anyone knew it, a femme appeared where the beast was and sat on Orion. 

"You lot sure are funny-!" You didn't have time to introduce yourself before two bodies slammed into yours. You blinked and glanced down at the bots who were attempting to..shove you off? 

"Get off of him!" The silver mech demanded. 

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, sometimes I forget I'm stronger than most bots, but then again I haven't seen any bot for a long, longggg time so maybe I just haven't had any strong bot to test my strength against and-" 

"JUST GET OFF." 

"Okay! Okay! Geez," You raised your servos up and got off of their friend. "Better?" 

"B-better," Orion hadn't realized he was out of breath as he sat up and wheezed. "You're…a predacon?" 

"What now?" 

"A predacon," Elita's optics widened as she took in your form. "I thought…no, weren't they supposed to be dead?" 

"Who said that? I'm alive and well, thank you very much," You crossed your arms and huffed. 

"Wait, what's a predacon, guys? It sounds cool," Bee piped up as he bounced over to you. "You're like…really big and grrrr rahhh! What's that about?? What's your designation? Mine is B-127 but I like to call myself, b a d a s s a t r o n. Do you live here? How long have you been here? Hey, why are you living in this…lovely place? Hey, are you single-?" 

You sat there stunned as the barrage of questions assaulted your processor too quickly for you to even remember the first one. You turned your helm to look at the trio who only shrugged. 

"Uh, yes?" 

The yellow mech let out a joyous laugh that was infectious, your previous confusion melted away as you leaned down to examine B-127 or 'Badassatron.' 

"You're funny, I like it." You poked a claw at Bee's helm before picking at his arm. 

"Well, you're gonna like me more since…being funny is my whole thing," Bee didn't seem to mind your touchy-feelyness and even went as far as to poke and prod at you too. 

"Excuse me, sorry for interrupting the happy couple," Elita rose her voice. "But I think we have somewhere to be, let's go." 

"Oh! Right…you can come with us!" 

"What?" 

"I don't…"

"Why not?" Orion shrugged. Elita gave Orion a hard stare and D-16 just gave in with a loop-sided smile. 

"Eeeee! It's official!" Bee and you cheered as the two of you rushed ahead of the group. 

"...I mean, at least they'll balance each other out." 

"Yeah, now I won't have to entertain 'badassatron' anymore." Elita sighed but a small grin formed on her dermas. 

"I think they're kind of cute?" 

"Yeah, yeah, haul some aft, cupid." D-16 shoved Orion's arm and trailed after the chattering duo. Elita and Orion followed. 

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[snugglebug-mj]

hugging them for the first time pt5

Pomefiore Dorm & staff (Vil, Rook, Crewel, Trein, Vargas, and sam)

Y/n has been at NRC for a while and she's never hugged anyone (besides grim) until today. Y/n took in a deep breath before walking out the door of the ramshackle dorm with grim on her shoulder.

Rook Hunt: He already knows what's going on and is excited! When he sees y/n walking towards the pomefiore dorm he was singing praises as he ran towards her. Y/n had a feeling rook knew he’s rook he always knows. Anyway when she saw the blond hunter running towards her singing praises she just shook her head, smiled, and held her arms out for the french man, Which he quickly wrapped his arms around her and hugged y/n very tightly while swinging her around.

Vil Schoenheit: Ask before touching! Y/n may be his favorite potato but ask first! Vil was in his room doing his normal afternoon routine when he heard a knock on the door “enter!” vil said as he just finished putting the lotion on his face “Roi du Poison little trickster is here to see you” Rook happily said as he opened the door revealing both rook and y/n “come in my potato! You're just in time to try this new lotion! Rook shut the door on the way out please!” Vil smiled as he patted the seat beside him. Y/n walked over to him and gently sat down beside him. “Ok my potato, what brings you to me today?” vil asked as he rubbed the lotion on y/ns puggy face “Nothing wrong, i just wanted to ask if i could give the fairest of them all a hug?” Y/n asked vil looked at her before smiling and pulling her into a hug “of course potato! Thank you for asking as well” vil said as he patted the back of her head.

Crowely: Hair spay and a lighter I'm making smoked crow sorry Crowley fans, no touching this man in my story. Crowely “come on give me a hug i’ve been so generous” “Mf you overwork me, cut the money, threaten to kick me out of the ramshack if i don't do your job and more!” Crowely sat pouting in a corner. Y/n definitely bribed ruggie to steal the crows credit cards ( my Hogwarts oc everytime crowley upsets her off “AVADA-” was tackled and hugged by the first years.)

Crewel: Father! Y/n saw her father figure she smiled as she quickly walked up beside him “afternoon professor crewel you need some help?” y/n asked crewel looked shocked for a second “sorry pup you startled me, but yes i would greatly appreciate the help” crewel said as y/n opened her arms he gently placed some of the stuff he was holding into her arms “thank you pup!” crewel smiled at y/n as they started walking. As they walked down the hall y/n and crewel was talking about each others days since today was one of the days y/n didn’t have potions. Crewel was proud that she got a 90% on her last history quiz. Soon they got to crewel's classroom and they placed everything on his desk “D- professor crewel earlier you looked very concentrated. Anything else I can help you with?” y/n asked crewel smiled before he shock his head no “no pup thank you though and here for helping me” crewel replied as he handed her a lollipop y/n smiled before hugging him. Crewel froze before hugging her back. They soon let go of each other Y/n waved by before she left. Crewel nodded to himself “i’ve made up my mind” {can you guess where this is going? hehe)

Trien and Lucius: Grandpa! Head pats{he reminds me of my grandpa. Strict and good at history} Trien was walking out of his classroom with Lucuis when he saw y/n walking down the empty school hall “hello professor Trien, Hello Lucius!” y/n waved at them “y/n meow what are you doing roaming the halls at this hour school ended thirty minutes ago” Trien asked as he watched y/n pet lucius making the grumpy cat purr “i was helping Professor crewel take stuff to his classroom” y/n replied Trien nodded. Y/n went to his side before hugging him he just hmmed before gently patting her on the head. “Now run along” Trien said y/n nodded and quickly walked off. Trien had a small smile on his lips.

Vargas: He will pick you/BEAR HUG! Vargas was putting up some of the left over brooms from flight class. “Here” a small voice said Vargas turned to see y/n holding the rest of the brooms “Thanks! I’m glad you're here. I wanted to let you know you’re really good at flying, i’m proud!” Vargas said as he took the brooms from her and locked him up in their place. Vargas turns around and bear hugs y/n, y/n just laughed and tries to hug him the best she could.

Sam: Big brother. Sam knew y/n was on her way to see him, his friends on the other side told him. Soon he heard the door open “Hello my Little imp! What can i do for you today?” sam asked as he walked up to y/n “i need something but you don’t sell it” y/n started sam hmmed “hmm what would that be? Since your my favorite imp i can get it in a snap!” sam smiled bowing alittle bit “A hug from you” y/n said quickly Sam straighten back up and looked at her for a second “you wanna hug from me?” sam asked y/n nodded “only if you’re ok with it” she replied sam just smiled “Come here little imp!” he said opening his arms y/n gladly hugged him and she could feel someone hugging her back she looked the best she could and saw sams shadow on the wall hugging her.

[starlight-45]

Bllk boys X Affectionate! Extroverted! Reader (Part 1)

Featuring: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira and Rin Itoshi

Here's the masterlist and Part two with Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi :)

A/n: It's my first time so sorry if it's bad ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)

~Yoichi Isagi~

• As we all know, the sweetest boy to exist in blue lock. unless given a soccer ball, pls refrain from giving one to him if you don't want the most infuriating and tanuting insults your way

• *coughs* Anyway.

• At first he is suprised. Like pleasantly surprised. He's definitely NOT used to someone like you. And he loves every second of it. He is a bit oblivious about it, you know?

• He is used to taking initiative in planning, or interacting or anything tbh because blue lock is filled with traumatised and/or self centred people.

• And then you arrived...with your not-so-shy approach and assertive nature, and absolutely won his heart.

•"Yoichiiiii! Can we go go that café later? Please? :D"

"Just the two of us?"

"Yessir!"

"Like a date?"

"No, not like a date- it's a date!"

•His brain went to full autopilot mode, whereas you oblivious to his suprise and continued with some other topic blissfully.

• So you're such so refreshing with your sweetness! Needless to say, he was attracted to you from first sight.

• Like he had never been complimented so openly about his personality and looks (aside from his parents)

• "Hey, I got you a drink as well."

"Thank you so much! Next time I'll buy you juice okay?!"

• YOUR. SMILE.

• Darling, I'm not joking when I say he would kill for it.

•And your laugh too. Like why are you so pretty and sweet?!

• And when you're comfortable enough to hug him all the time? Oh boy, he's having a field day then ;)

• He was bit suprised, like what do you mean you missed him so much that you ran straight to tackle him as soon as he was in your vision-?

• But damnit he can't stop his blushing just thinking about it!

• He is both intrigued and in awe when he sees you having deep conversations with random strangers.

• "Was that your friend?"

"Huh?"

"That girl in bus."

"Oh, no I don't even know her name."

"SO WHY WAS SHE TALKING ABOUT HER CHILDHOOD TRAUMA AND YOU BEING ALL SYMPATHETIC ABOUT IT?!"

•Nevertheless, he loves you too much to be actually annoyed. He simply thinks that 'Damn how did I manage to pull such a sweetheart?'

• He's so blessed to have you! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

~Meguru Bachira~

• Fell in love at first sight with your vibrant nature. You excite him him so much!

• He couldn't almost believe you were so interested in him and were so nice about it!

• Before you know it, you guys were practically glued together, competing you could show more affection.

• You guys are the type which doesn't faze your friends even a little bit that you are dating.

• Speaking of which...

• "Hey, you guys are dating right?"

"Wait Meguru...are we?"

"Why not?"

"....yay!!!! :D"

• Never even a bit suprised or fazed when you first tried to hug him.

• Just hugs you back while chuckling, picking you up just to hear that sweet laugh.

• It soon become a habit, you hugging him as soon as you saw him and him picking you up!

• Sure, he looks happy as hell around you. But that's just surface level feelings for you, he's deeply grateful for having you in his life.

• Geuninely thinks he'll never pay you back for the joy you bring him.

•Doesn't stop him from trying though! Not in a million years! Always bringing you snacks and drinks, complimented you. sneaking a kiss here and there too :P

• He always initiaties hangouts by the way. You wanna try that new mall? Arcade? Just lightly mention it and he's clearing his schedule for it and asking you to go.

• He can't deny he feels just a tiny, little bit jealous when he sees you interacting with random strangers with such sparkle.

• Just drags you by arm mumbling how you guys are getting late without warning, when you take too much time, shooting a glare to the other person.

• While he doesn't get fazed by the physical affection, you always manage to catch him off guard with your compliments.

• "Oh! Nice shirt, looks good on you! :D"

"You think so?"

"Mhm, goes well with your eyes."

• Is not afraid to get his hands dirty, someone is making names behind your back? He's ready to beat the hell out of him.

• He knows the feeling. The feeling of being left out, called weird or strange. He doesn't want you to to feel that way, even for a second.

• You're the best thing after footballthat happened to him, y'know?

• He just can't let you be sad.

~Rin Itoshi~

• Oh God okay-

• He thought you were strange as hell, and didn't even call you by your actual name, opting to call you 'dumbass' or 'idiot'.

• Not necessarily because he thought you were annoying, but because you were so... geunine in your adoration for him.

• You didn't even want anything in return, so why? He didn't wanna admit it, but he was a little intrigued deep down.

• No, soccer was his priority, beating his brother in football was the main aim in his life, he can't get distracted by a idiot girl like you-

• But damnit, he can't resist it, the way you look up at him with that sweet smile, innocent eyes most adorable expression.

• Rin knew he lost the game at that point. Still took a while to get used to the reality of having a crush though.

• When you first hugged him, he froze, his eyes widening. When he came to his senses a few seconds later, a red blush come on his face and his hands wrapped around your frame mumbling "dumbass".

• NO but like he's lowkey sometimes high-key tsundere about it. Always telling you to get off him but his arms pulling you in his embrace anyway.

• "Get off me, you damn idiot!"

"Aww but you're still supporting my back though :D"

"Just shut the hell up okay?"

• He is so confused though...why would someone so sweet like you be with him? And what do you mean he's cute?! He's supposed to be the aloof, lone wolf, why don't you understand?! Lowkey loves it though.

• If he does manage to flusterate you with his affection...he surprisingly becomes talkative-?

• "Why the fuck are you getting all red? Do you have a fever or something?"

"N-No."

"Just... just don't act suprised okay? I'm trying my best to express my feelings.".

• At moments like this, he's very soft, very gentle with you. Geuninely tries his best, he doesn't want you to feel like he doesn't feel the same way.

• You're so sweet with him... that'a the least he could do.

• Definitely a very jealous boy. Interacting with random NPCs? Who doesn't even deserve that sweet smile of yours?

• His brain immediately resorts to overthinking. What did he do? Did he scare you off with his insults? Did he neglect you?

• A moment of slip up results in the showing his vulnerability on his face, quickly recovers from it, and gives the deadliest death glare to the person.

• And the poor guy just runs for his life. Whereas you are very oblivious to the scene just happened.

• "Hmph. Didn't even say goodbye. Meanie."

"That NPC doesn't deserve your attention. Let's go."

• You really will turn him crazy one of these days, idiot and even will let you, how stupid. He thinks.

A/n: I was blushing so much while writing it (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[thursdayinspace]

ficlet: wrapped with a bow

@laurencem told me to write Mulder gift-wrapping Scully as his own birthday gift, and I really had nothing else to do tonight. So this is for you, Yeti! You ask, I ignore the state of my apartment and write fic. (I mean, does it really matter whether I clean the bathroom now or tomorrow morning?) This is just a quick little thing, but writing them being silly is so much fun. tagging @today-in-fic

“Scully?” he says, panting and boneless, “Scully? Come up here.”

She lifts her head where she’s kneeling between his legs and wipes her mouth. “Huh?”

“Come up here.” He waves at her limply, his arms heavy, heart still hammering hard in his chest. Are you ready for your first birthday present of the day? she’d asked, slipping between his legs and sucking him off until he was seeing stars. He’d thought he was ready. But good god, he’s amazed she didn’t transport him straight to the afterlife. In fact, he’s not quite sure that this isn’t the afterlife. And if it is… He squeezes his eyes closed. Holy fucking shit, what a way to go.

She stretches out next to him and he brings up a hand to her face to wipe a last drop of his come from the corner of her mouth. She looks so very pleased with herself and she has every reason. He’ll buy her a trophy. He’ll learn to cross-stitch and make her a little thing to hang up above her side of the bed: Dana Katherine Scully, Birthday Blowjob World Champion.

“So you liked your present?” She grins at him, her lips red and swollen, and he grins back at her.

“I did. I loved it.”

“Good.”

“Better than good.” He puts his arms around her as she rests her head against his shoulder. She cuddles up close to him and if they’d be doing nothing but this for the rest of the day, he would be more than okay with that. But as his heart rate returns to normal and he regains the ability to formulate thoughts beyond ‘Oh dear lord yes’ and ‘I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again,’ he realizes what would make the morning even better. “Hey Scully?”

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering…”

“What?”

“Is it too late for one more last-minute birthday wish?”

She frowns, propping herself up on one elbow next to him. “That depends entirely on what it is. You know I’ll let you talk me into anything against my better judgment four times out of five, but I’m not going Bigfoot-hunting with you today. The rain’s really coming down out there.”

“Oh, it’s very much an indoor activity,” he promises. “Well, not that it doesn’t work outside. I mean, we have done it outside. And that was pretty fun, actually. But it’s definitely mostly an indoor thing, and I think maybe you could even consider it a gift for both of us, if you think about it. I know you enjoy it too. I was actually planning to give it to you for your birthday in a few months, but that’s the good thing about it, really. It can be gifted over and over, and—”

“Mulder!”

“Yes?”

“You have to—” she starts, and then squeaks as he rolls her over and tackles her to the mattress.

“I’ll even wrap it myself.”

She laughs. “Mulder,” she says again and wiggles underneath him, not really trying to get free. “Mulder, stop it.”

She giggles uncontrollably as he tugs at the bedsheets with one hand and wrestles her underneath. “Sorry,” he says. “I’m usually better at gift wrapping.”

“You’re crazy,” she gasps as he rolls her into a tight blanket burrito so her arms are pinned to her sides. “You’re completely crazy.”

“You love me.”

“I guess there’s not much point in denying that anymore,” she mumbles, face half smushed into the pillow as she’s lying immobilized on her belly, wrapped up nice and tight.

He kneels next to her and tilts his head pensively as he takes in the picture. “Something is missing.”

“Yeah,” she says, trying to blow at a strand of hair that’s clinging to her cheek. “Your sanity.”

“No, that’s not it.” He brushes the offending strand of hair behind her ear, then holds up a finger. “I know. Hold on. Stay just like this and don’t move.”

“Oh, haha, very funny.” She does her best to sound annoyed, but he can see the sparkling in her eyes as he climbs off the bed.

He searches the floor, their clothes in a trail from door to bed where they hastily discarded them last night, and finally picks up his sweater. He jumps back onto the bed, landing on his knees, making her bounce a few inches on the mattress.

“You’re in so much trouble,” she says. “Once I get out of here. So much trouble.”

“It’s my birthday.” He says. “You can’t be mad at me on my birthday.”

She sighs. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

With a triumphant grin, he slides the sweater under her head and ties the sleeves neatly over her forehead. “There.”

“What on earth…?” she asks.

“Every nicely wrapped present needs a bow.”

“You’re not normal, Mulder.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I suppose. Are you going to unwrap me now?”

He runs a hand over the blanket from her shoulder to her thigh. “Hey, no card?” he asks, doing his best to sound upset. “Where’s the card?”

“Mulder, I swear to god—”

“Okay, okay.” He leans down for a kiss and feels her smiling into it. “I guess I’m ready for my present.”

“I think your present is ready for you too.”

“Are you saying that because you want me to unwrap you or is there something else you had in mind?”

The look she gives him is the one that makes him do whatever she commands without a second thought. “At this point? There’d better be a ‘something else’ after the unwrapping.”

She’s trying so hard to look angry with him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “Oh, as often as you want,” he promises. “I swear. Part-time-Bigfoot-hunter’s honor!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she says dryly.

He unrolls her slowly and carefully, and feels actually, seriously, honest-to-god excited. He feels giddy as he finally pulls the covers off her and watches her lying here, glaring up at him. She’s so beautiful he can barely breathe. “Scully?”

“What now?”

“This is a really good birthday so far.”

“I’m sure it could be even better,” she says, and he kisses her. First her lips. Then the rest of her.

As he lowers his head between her thighs and finally gets his mouth on her, he’s already getting hard again—not surprising, he thinks. Nothing is hotter than getting her off. He lets himself drown in the smell and taste of her, and then she gives him his real present as she arches off the mattress and comes with a cry that makes him happier than any Happy Birthday anyone has ever sung to him.

“Hey,” he says, looking up at her, taking in her flushed face, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily through the aftershocks. “Thank you for my present.”

“Oh god.” She lets her head fall back with a long exhale. “You’re welcome.”

“And I really liked my birthday breakfast.”

She starts laughing and he crawls up the bed, looking at her, high on love and happiness.

“You know, I liked mine too and it’s not even my birthday,” she tells him, then sighs deeply. “There was no coffee though.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “We’ll have a second breakfast.”

“We can have breakfast as many times as you like,” she promises, and he lays down next to her and pulls her into his arms.

She’s his real gift, he knows it down to his bones. More than he deserves. But she tells him she loves him and he’s always been a believer, so he’ll believe this too. And give her as many gifts in return as she wants, whenever she wants. Anything he has to give. It’s all hers already.

[inuyashaluver]

hey i love ur writing!!!

could i trouble u for a leah or alessia fic about r breaking their hand/wrist and how they’re fussed over and looked after??

playing nurse - alessia russo

alessia russo x reader

description: in which you fracture your wrist during a match, alessia making it her personal mission to be your nurse to make you all better

warnings: swearing, mentions of injury, long but cute!

a/n: hiya!! thank you for the support omg, decided on lessi with this one, i did spin it a little! enjoy!!!!

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ever since you came back from your acl injury, your girlfriend, alessia has been extra nervous and cautious. you were completely healed, cleared to come back to playing, in fact, you’ve been back to playing for over 2 months. alessia was extremely proud of you and your progress, telling you everyday how amazing you are, but every time you went for the ball or sprinted down the pitch, you couldn’t miss your girlfriend’s wince as she watched you.

when you went down for your acl injury, alessia was on the bench, it happened in your national team and she was absolutely freaked out. she stood up and attempted to go to hold you as you cried on the floor but sarina was the one who held her back. “please, i need to be with her” she cries, her tears falling as you get assessed by medical. “she’s coming off, alessia, please, calm down” sarina reassures her, giving her a gentle squeeze on her tense shoulders.

alessia watched as the team argued with the ref about a red card, the other player had completely taken you out when you had the ball. you finally get carried off but alessia gets subbed on, the way you cried and gripped her hand, begging her to play had her panicking. it was something she never wanted to experience again, hence why she’s so protective over you.

—

“hey, love, maybe not” alessia gripped onto your hand, you were placed on the same team for a mini game, leah was set to mark you. “baby, i’m fine” you whine, looking up at her with your best pout, she can’t help but give you a little smile, shaking her head lightly. “just, be careful” you give her a chaste kiss on her lips, “always”, throwing her a wink, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

leah marked you, she was quite physical and managed to make you lose your footing, falling to the ground with a sigh. alessia bolts over to you, gripping your face between her hands, moving it around slightly to trace any signs of pain. “i’m okay, i’m okay” you squeeze the hand on your face, looking straight into her worried eyes. she gives you a relieved expression, nodding at you carefully before whipping her head to leah.

“ease up, williamson, she just came back from an acl, remember?” she scowls, leah looks at her in disbelief, “must i remind that i also just came back from an acl injury” alessia shrugs, “less! i did rehab with her!” alessia stands up, pulling you along with her. “then both of you stop being stupid and play properly” she huffs, letting go of you and sulking on the other side of the pitch. you and leah look at each other, shocked before letting out a little laugh, leah clapping you on the back as an apology.

at the end of the game, you made an effort to find your girlfriend, hugging her from behind tightly. you place numerous kisses between her shoulder blades. “lessi, baby” you sing out, lightly swaying her side to side, she lets out a sigh before placing her hands over the top of yours. you let go of her to stand in front of her gaze, looking up at her with an affectionate smile.

“i love you, and i love how much you care, but please, my love, i’m okay” you move your arms around her neck this time, hers immediately going around your waist and pulling you closer to her, she listens to your words intently.

“injury is inevitable, it’s football, baby. let's try not to bite anyone’s head off because they tackled me, hm?” you gently scratch the back of her neck with your nails, something that always comforted her. “i just can’t see you hurt, darling,” she kisses your forehead gently, pulling you into a tight embrace.

she rubs her hands over your back in circles, drawing you impossibly closer to your body. “i love you” she whispers into your ear, “i love you too” you whisper back, giving her a loving kiss to her cheek. “let’s go home, lovey” the both of you had a game in two days for arsenal, you needed to rest up. she nods, intertwining your hands together and swinging them as you walked.

—

it was game day, you and alessia were both starting. she lines up behind you in the tunnel, she wraps her arms around your shoulders, giving you multiple kisses on your right cheek, you lean into each other, giggling profusely. “lessi” you giggle out, “what” she smiles, her kisses never stopping. “we’re about to go on” you smile, she stops for a moment, instead moving to the other cheek and continuing her kiss attack on the left side. you can’t help but smile brighter, “they. can. wait. ” she says between kisses, you shake your head amusingly at her, completely loving this side of your girlfriend.

“alright you two! enough!” katie yells from the back of the line, alessia reluctantly lets you go, turning you around so you can face her, she smiles at your pink cheeks. “my pretty girl” she coos, stroking your cheek with her thumb as she cradles your face. she directs your eyes to hers, “be careful today, please?”

you look up at her, a gentle smile gracing your features. “i will, baby, don’t worry” she nods at your words, dropping her hands to your waist and flipping you around so you face the front again, she gives your hips three gentle squeezes - a pre game ritual she’s done to you ever since the youth teams you put your hands over hers again, reassuring her that you’d be fine.

first half was going well, alessia had gotten a goal that had put you in the lead 2-1. you sprint to alessia when she gets it, jumping on her back and kissing her cheek. she smiles at you when you jump off, kissing your forehead before the both of you run to your positions. you were a midfielder, and a good one at that, you were passed the ball from leah, pushing forward towards the goal, dribbling up the pitch.

you were inching closer, about to shoot until you were swept out from under your feet. you stick out your hand in attempt to catch yourself on the ground, falling hard. you hear a crack and you gasp, immediately lifting up your hand to your chest and cradling it. you were surprised you weren’t crying, you were just in shock. the referee blows the whistle, you were just staring at your hand until you hear none other than your girlfriend.

“what the fuck was that?” she shoves your marker, alessia gets pulled back by leah, she was struggling against her grip. “your girl needs you, alessia, don’t be stupid” leah says directly in her ear, alessia sends a glare towards the player, getting leah off her and going towards you. her face was full of worry, the medics were checking out your hand, all you were focusing was alessia.

“all right, trouble maker?” you grin at her, she sends you a stern expression before sitting behind you, pulling you her chest. “are you okay?” she whispers in your ear, running her hand comfortingly on your uninjured arm. you nod and lean into her, the medics signal for you to be subbed off. there was only two minutes left of first half, you throw your head back with a groan, resting on alessia’s shoulder.

“it’s okay, you’re okay” she says in your ear, giving you a little kiss on your cheek. she helps you stand up, ready to walk you off until you stop her “russo” you warn, she squints at you. “baby, keep playing” your voice is stern, she groans at you, “fine” she begrudgingly presses a quick peck to your lips, running back to the pitch.

you sit on the bench and watch the rest of first half, your arm is put in a makeshift sling, you need to go to the hospital, but you’re not going without alessia, she might have a breakdown. as soon as the half is finished, she sprints over to you. “you okay, darling?” she breathes out, kneeling in front of you. “i need to go to the hospital, need a cast” you smile at her, disappointment on your face. you look down at your lap, you won’t be able to play for a bit and you both know it.

your acl injury left you in a bad place mentally, not being able to do what you love was extremely hard. you were broken, and alessia put together all the pieces. “hey” she says, grabbing your free hand that was resting in your lap.

“this is just a teeny tiny part of your journey, okay? you’ll get through this” she dips her head to make eye contact with you, “we’ll get through this” she nods at you, you just give her a pained smile, squeezing her hand. despite the pleas of the medical staff and your girlfriend, you weren’t going to the hospital until the match was finished, alessia groaned at your stubbornness, even though she would do the same thing.

as soon as it’s over, she pulls you up gently by your hand, taking you to the change room to gather all your stuff. she sits you down in her cubby, hers was next to yours. she packs up all your stuff exactly how you would, knowing you like the back of her hand. she stands in front of you, you look up at her with a gentle smile. she quickly packs up her stuff around you, occasionally dipping her head to give you a sweet kiss on your lips and cheeks.

a few of the girls came up to you while alessia packs up as quick as she can, asking how you were and wishing you a speedy recovery. you patiently wait for your girlfriend, she kneels in front of you, taking off your boots and replacing them with some comfortable ones instead. she ties your shoelaces and taps each foot when she’s done. “baby, i could’ve done that” you smile, she shakes her head, “i wanted to” she shrugs with a smile, grabbing both of your kit bags and walking you to her car.

she helps you sit down, buckling your seatbelt for you and taking you to the hospital. they told you it was a very serious fracture, you’d be out for at least 6 weeks, alessia squeezes your hand while you’re told, she wanted to cheer you up as much as she could. “well you need to pick a colour your cast” alessia ponders, “hmm” you hum at her with an amused smile.

“i say go pink” you widen your eyes at her, “you want me to have a bright pink arm?”

“well yeah, you’d look hot” she shrugs, looking at you cheekily, you can’t help but lean forward and kiss her lips, grateful that she was here.

when the doctor comes back in, you ask for a bright pink cast and they give you just that. alessia cant help but giggle at how bright it is. “you could glow in the dark” she laughs, you join her with a bright laugh. she takes off her hoodie, putting it on you instead, her scent and warmth offering you so much comfort. she takes you home and insists that you do absolutely nothing. she helps you change out of your kit, putting on some comfortable clothes.

she makes your favourite dinner, eating on the couch while watching your joint favourite movie. once you are both finished, she takes your dishes to the sink and comes back to you with the cheekiest, grin. you raise your eyebrows at her, her hands were behind her back. “what’ve you got?” she smiles, revealing multiple coloured sharpies in her hand.

you let a laugh, “please” she pleads and you instantly nod. she grins and situates herself next to you again, pulling your legs to rest over the top of hers as she puts your left arm in her grip. your cast went from the bottom part of your hand to the middle of your forearm. she quickly analyses it, mapping it out. “are you ready?” she looks up at you and you nod. when she draws a heart on your cast, you yelp “ow!” she immediately stops and looks up at you, only to see you have a shit-eating grin on your face, taking the piss out of her.

she can’t help but let out a little smile of disbelief, shaking her head, completely amused and moving closer to you. “let the artist do her job” she whispers against your lips, giving you a sweet kiss before continuing. she draws various hearts and flowers, leaving a big space in the middle. you watch as she completes your makeshift sleeve, so completely focused on making it pretty for you (her).

finally, she gets a black sharpie to fill in the big, blank space she left in the middle, smirking as she tells you to look away so she can complete her work. “done!” she grins, moving from your arm and looking pleased with herself. when you look down, you gasp. ‘property of alessia russo’ she smiles so brightly at your shocked face. “baby!” you exclaim, “it’s brilliant, isn’t it? i’m buzzin’ ”

—

you decided to come to training the next day, just wanting to support your girls. when they see the cast they gasp, “can we sign?” you wince and hold it out so they can get a better look, alessia standing behind you with a proud grin.

“oi! russo! we wanted to sign” katie gives her a shove, she can’t wipe the smile off her face.

“woman repellent, hey, love?” leah jokes, that’s when alessia’s smile drops,

“well she is a taken woman!” leah holds her hands up in defence, you pull alessia into a hug, slightly holding her back from leah.

“i’m all yours, baby” you give her a gentle kiss on her cheek. “i know, i wrote it” she gives your bicep a joking squeeze, kissing your lips softly before she goes to change.

let’s just say, alessia was heartbroken when you got the cast off.

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[uhhlifeig]

Snow - Dec. 15th - word count: 472 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Five little bundled-up figures were playing in the snow-covered backyard as their parents looked on in amusement.

“Catch this, Pete!” five-year-old James Potter yelled as loud as his little lungs would let him. He scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it at Peter.

Peter ducked. “Hey!” he pouted. “I wasn’t ready! That’s not fair!”

James stuck out his tongue. “I don’t care.”

“Readiness is for losers,” Sirius yelled from where he was laying in the snow while attempting to teach Remus how to make snow angels. “Join Remus and me here, it’s fun.”

“Oh! Siri, Remmy, Jame,” Peter said. “We should all get married!”

“Why?” Sirius asked, sitting up and tilting his head like a dog. 

“Because it’s already all white and pretty outside, dummy!” Peter exclaimed as if it were obvious. “And because we’re never gonna leave each other. Right?”

“Right!” James agreed, nodding eagerly. “Let’s get married! No kissing, though. That’s yucky.”

“Remmy, we should get married first!” Sirius shrieked, getting up and tackling Remus. “‘Cause that way we’ll be together forever and no one else can have you b’cause I’ve already dibsed you!”

“Mhmm, okay,” Remus nodded mock-gravely, shrugging Sirius off. “How d’ we get married?”

“Well, Maman says that her and Papa said some lovey stuff and kissed but we’re not kissing ‘cause that’s disgusting,” Sirius said, getting up and dusting himself off. “So uh, we can just say lovey stuff then?”

“Sure,” Remus shrugged. “Siri, you’re the greatest friend I could ever ask for-” 

“WAIT!” James yelled. “What about me and Pete? Remmy, you’re- you’re- evil!”

“Shhhh, Remmy is trying to talk here James,” Sirius said, turning around to glare at him. “Be quiet for a sec, okay?”

“Fine,” James harrumphed, crossing his arms and plopping down on the ground, pouting.

“Well, you’re the greatest friend ever, and you’re very smart and cool,” Remus finished. “It’s your turn now, Siri.”

“Remmy, you’re funny and you’re pretty and you smell nice, and you are my bestest friend no matter what,” Sirius grinned. “We’re married now, right?” 

James pouted even harder from where he was sitting, scooping up some snow and packing it into a ball before throwing it at Sirius’s back. 

It landed, and Sirius turned around, hollering, “Snowball fight!” 

“Aren’t they so precious?” Euphemia Potter cooed, watching the exchange from inside the house.

“Yeah, they are. You were right, Effie, leaving the Blacks was probably the best thing I could’ve done for my children,” Walburga admitted, sipping her tea as she watched a four-year-old Regulus run around. “Thank you for knocking some sense into me.”

“No need to thank me. Also, I’m never wrong. On that topic, I think that in fifteen years, give or take a few, Sirius and Remus will get officially married.”

“Oh, definitely. Twenty Galleons says they’ll be engaged at nineteen.”

“Deal."

(does this REALLY count as a wolfstar microfic? theyre literally teeny tots lmao)

[lyragrayson4ever]

The drawing (Lyra x Grayson)

Hawthorne Island in daylight was deceptive—bright, breezy, warm enough that you could almost forget the number of secrets buried beneath the trails. Almost.

Lyra Kane jammed her hands into her pockets and tilted her chin higher, walking just fast enough to make a point.

Behind her, Grayson Hawthorne was silently, steadily keeping pace, holding out his jacket.

“No,” she said, again.

“You’re cold.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re goosebumping.”

“I’m rebellious. It’s part of the brand.”

He didn’t flinch. “It’s windy. Just take the jacket.”

She glanced sideways at him. “Do I look like someone who lets a Hawthorne swaddle me?”

“You look like someone who’s going to get hypothermia out of spite.”

He stepped in front of her, held the jacket open like a damn offer she couldn’t refuse. She stopped walking. Stared at him. Crossed her arms.

“Do I get bonus points if I never take it?”

“No.”

“Negative points?”

“Maybe.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re really proud of this, huh?”

His lips curved slightly. “Unclear. Put it on and I’ll let you know.”

Lyra let out a dramatic groan, snatched it from his hands, and shoved her arms through the sleeves with theatrical reluctance.

“Congratulations,” she muttered. “You win.”

“I know.”

“And I hate it.”

“I know.”

The jacket was warm, annoyingly comfortable, and smelled like pinewood and storm clouds and Grayson’s stupid brand of control. She kept walking, hands slipping into the inside pockets—

Crinkle.

She froze.

“What is this?” she said slowly, fingers wrapping around folded paper.

Grayson, just a step behind her, froze too. “Lyra.”

She pulled it out and unfolded it before he could stop her.

Her breath caught. It was from one of the Grandest Game’s challenges—the drawing one. Told to sketch each other with no instructions beyond observe and render. Grayson had stared at her like he was seeing something he wasn’t ready to understand. Apparently, he’d kept it.

“You kept this,” she said, deadpan.

“I—”

“You kept this?”

He stepped forward, reaching for it. She danced back immediately, holding it above her head like a prize.

“Oh, this is good,” she said, smirking. “Brooding Hawthorne keeps a sketch of Lyra Kane in his jacket like some tragic romantic cliché—”

“I wasn’t—”

“Was it in there this whole time? Through breakfast and your tragic brooding on the balcony?”

He sighed. “Give it.”

“‘Cause this is sweet. Like, really sweet. Bordering on sappy, actually.”

“Lyra.”

“I mean,” she mused, inspecting it, “you got my nose right. My mouth’s a little generous though—were you being nice or just distracted?”

He lunged for it. She sidestepped, graceful and obnoxious. “Grayson Hawthorne, are you blushing?”

“I am not.”

“You so are.”

He stared at her like he was doing complex math to keep from tackling her into the grass. “You are insufferable.”

“You love it.”

“No comment.”

She finally stopped, folded the paper neatly, and slipped it back into the jacket’s pocket. He blinked.

“You’re not going to show anyone?”

“Of course not,” she said easily. “Where would the power be in that? This way, I know, you know, and I can hold it over you forever.”

Grayson opened his mouth to respond—but then a voice rang out up the trail.

“Oh no,” Lyra said.

Jameson Hawthorne appeared first, naturally, followed by Xander and Nash. The three of them were walking with absolutely no awareness of their volume or their effect on peaceful afternoons.

“Look who it is,” Jameson grinned, eyes locking on the two of them. “Gray trying to rob Lyra? Or vice versa?”

“She took something of mine,” Grayson muttered.

“It’s not stealing if it’s sweet,” Lyra chimed, innocently.

Jameson narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”

Grayson gave her that look. The kind that promised quiet vengeance and suppressed panic.

Lyra raised an eyebrow and slowly, deliberately slipped a hand into the jacket pocket.

Grayson stiffened.

“Oh no,” Xander said, gleeful. “She’s going to show us.”

“I swear if you—” Grayson started, but his voice was just a little too high.

She drew out the folded paper like a magician revealing her final trick.

Jameson stepped forward. “Come on—just a peek—”

Lyra held it aloft, teased the corner open—

Then tucked it back into the pocket with a sly smile. “Maybe next time.”

All three brothers groaned.

“You are the worst,” Jameson told her, half-admiring.

“I know.”

Beside her, Grayson exhaled like he’d just survived a near-death experience.

“You’re evil,” he murmured under his breath.

“And you kept the drawing,” she whispered back.

Touché.

[bazzybelle]

for the wip game...I wanna know about the healing heat 👀👀👀

Seiyaaaaaaa!!!!

Ohhhh ok, so I had actually forgotten about this WIP completely until I was looking over my WIPs.

I actually DO have a few pages written, so I'll be sharing a few lines.

The idea is that Dream a Beta who works as a bar tender at this fancy lounge. At the same time, he also volunteers at his sister's shelter for Omegas. In this universe, Omegas are often mistreated, and end up in bad situations, and so this is a much needed service. She uses the money from the family's large coffers in order to fund it.

So Dream is asked to come and spend time with their newest patient, an Omega who hasn't had a heat in over two years (which is very concerning) due to stress and an abusive relationship.

When Dream meets this patient, a Robert Gadling, he recognizes him as someone he's seen on occasion at the lounge, once a bright and confident person, and eventually (after pairing up with his Alpha mate), has regressed into himself.

The story will tackle recovery after years of gaslighting and emotional abuse. Eventually, Hob will open up more to Dream and feel safe and comfortable with him.

Also, because it's me, I may throw in some angst here and there.

Here's a snippet :D

Tee smiles at him, before opening the door and stepping inside. She motions for Morpheus to stay by the door until explicitly told he can enter the space. He may not be an active volunteer, but he knows well enough that allowing the patients some sort of agency is extremely important, especially in the beginning of their healing journey. After what Morpheus learned already about Robert Gadling’s situation, that agency is all the more important.   From what he can see, the room is small, but cozy, with soft carpeting, and a few pieces of furniture. It’s nearly reminiscent of a hospital room, but with added warmth. Morpheus also can’t help but notice the overwhelming tangy scent in the air. That of a distressed omega. At the opposite end of the room, by the window, stands a man, the omega in question no doubt. He has his back to them, staring out at the traffic and people passing by on the streets below. Morpheus watches as Tee approaches the man and calmly puts a hand on his arm.  “Hi Robert, how are you feeling?” she asks him, her voice soft and calm. Tee’s gift is always being able to put the people around her at ease. It’s as if they all know they can rely on her to be there for them when they need a kind smile on a friendly face.  “Tired. Had trouble sleeping last night,” says Robert, still staring out the window. From what Morpheus can see, Robert looks like a very thin man, with fine brown, chin-length hair. The gray hoodie he’s wearing looks like it’s completely taken over his body. “Is it the pain in your arm?” she asks, flipping through his patient file.  “Pain in my head, I think,” he says, with a sardonic chuckle. “Had one of the worst nightmares to date, last night.”  “Have you recorded it, for Doctor Greene to look at?” “Yeah. Um–Eleanor, from room two-fifty-six? She came by about an hour ago and she sat with me while I journaled.”

[dioslesbianwife]

Hello, I saw your ask open and I was wondering if you can do a small story of part 3 where Jotaro and reader ran into and try to take down a love stand (DON'T GET ME WRONG, IT'S ONLY HUGGING AND KISSING) and they are trying to figure out how to defeat it, cause if they get hit, they're not getting off of a person until its defeated. I hope that makes sence and i'm sorry if I bothered you in anyway.

totally! it makes sense and it's not a bother at all, don't worry :D i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <33

“Yare yare daze.”

Jotaro’s grumble was muffled- mostly because your face was currently smooshed into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around him like a koala. And not by choice.

You were stuck like glue. The Stand’s doing.

“I'm gonna scream,” you said, voice flat. “I can feel your heartbeat. This is torture.”

“It’s not my fault,” he muttered. He kept his arms at his sides rigidly, trying not to even graze your back. You knew Jotaro well enough to know that despite his stoic look, his ears were beet red.

One hour earlier, this all started with a suspiciously sparkly street vendor in Cairo who’d been handing out free perfume samples labeled Amour Amour~! That should’ve been your first warning sign.

The second was the blast of glittery mist that flew from her wrists the moment Jotaro tried to interrogate her.

“I’m telling you, man, the Stand isn’t even dangerous,” you groaned. “It just… makes you fall in love with the first person you touch after being hit.”

“And apparently makes you latch on like a damn squid.” He sighed again and looked down at your very clingy embrace. “You tackled me.”

“I TRIPPED.”

Unfortunately, the Stand’s effect wasn’t letting up. Your face was nuzzled firmly into his coat like it was your most treasured pillow and your body refused to move- your muscles weren’t responding to you at all.

“I swear if Polnareff sees us like this- ”

“- He’ll never let us live it down.”

You both paused in synchronized horror.

“We need a plan,” Jotaro said, brow twitching. “Before the others get back.”

You peeked up at him- well, as much as your position allowed. “Your Stand’s fast. Can you punch the Stand User before I embarrass myself further?”

“I can’t see where she is now. If I hit the wrong target, the effect might not wear off.” His jaw tensed. “Besides, Star Platinum can’t reach very far while you’re glued to me like this.”

You were about to snap back with a joke about being his favorite accessory when you heard a giggle.

You both turned (well, mostly Jotaro turned- you had to awkwardly swivel your head while clinging to him like a barnacle) and spotted her.

The Stand User was perched on a market cart about ten feet away, glittering scarf fluttering, cheeks in her hands like she was watching the best soap opera in Egypt.

“Aren’t they just precious?” she beamed. “I call my Stand Strangers in the Night! Once you’re hit with the mist, you’ll hug and kiss whoever you touch next until I say otherwise! Mwah!”

“Kiss- ?”

“I didn’t kiss you,” you blurted, horrified.

“I’M AWARE,” Jotaro barked.

“Just wait a little longer,” she purred. “You’ll give in eventually. That’s how true love wins~!”

“Yare yare daze…”

Jotaro’s eye twitched. He stared at the giggling woman. She wasn’t paying attention- clearly not expecting either of you to fight while tangled up in such a compromising position.

“I have an idea,” he muttered.

“Please tell me it doesn’t involve me kissing you.”

“No, it involves me throwing you.”

“WHAT.”

He didn’t explain- just braced his legs, spun slightly, and launched you.

Your body unlatched for a fraction of a second- long enough for Star Platinum to shoot forward in that opening. With a yell, Jotaro's Stand rushed across the ten-foot gap and delivered a precise, glitter-exploding ORAORAORAORA!!! right into the Stand User's gut.

With a squeak, she collapsed, unconscious.

You hit the ground with a thud- free again.

“Okay,” you groaned, rolling onto your back and staring up at the sky. “We are never speaking of this again.”

Jotaro looked down at you, coat flapping in the wind.

“Good.”

“…Unless you liked it.”

He froze. “What?”

You grinned, not moving. “What? You did call me precious earlier.”

“I did not.”

“Uh huh.”

He walked away.

You scrambled up and chased after him.

“JOJO, COME ON, ADMIT IT- YOU TOTALLY BLUSHED- !”

“SHUT UP. AND DON’T CALL ME THAT.”

[rekino2114]

Hii! I was wondering, can you make a full fluff alphabet with Nao Egokoro? I just love her sm and I almost never find anything like that about her😭 But it's okay if you can't! Thanks! ♡

Nao egokoro fluff alphabet

🖌A=affection(how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Nao is very affectionate, she loves hugs, cuddles and any other affectionate gestures. Be sure to give her headpats as she adores them

🖌B=baby(do they want a family? How are they with kids?)

Nao is actually really good with kids, she kinda acts like a kid herself sometimes so she can cheer them up almost immensely and empathize a lot with them, so She'd of course love to have a family with you

🖌C=cuddles(do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

She is a certified cuddlebug, she literally can't sleep without being in your arms, she's the little spoon both because she's kinda short and just loves feeling safe with you around

🖌D=Domestic(do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She's good at cleaning but can't really cook too well, she's OK with making small dishes or snacks by herself but can't handle big meals, she's willing to try though

🖌E=everything (you are ........... example: my life,my world)

"You are a masterpiece, everything about you feels like it was drawn by someone really talented"

🖌F=flirting (how do they flirt? Does it continue even after they're in a relationship?)

Nao doesn't really know how to flirt, she tries to act really nice to you, which doesn't work cause that's just how she is to most people. so she asks reko for pick up lines but they also don't work cause she can't go through them without her cheeks becoming the same color as her hair

🖌G=gifts(what gifts do they like to give you? When?)

She likes to give you paintings of stuff she made, they're mostly of you or of something you like but sometimes she just gives you something she made that day and that she thought was good for no reason other than "I thought you were gonna like it"

🖌H=hug(do they like hugs? how do they hug?)

She just loves hugging you whenever she gets the chance, nao is the type of girl who will tackle you in a hug in an attempted to make you fall on the couch and trap you in a cuddle pile.....which often doesn't work cause she's not that strong

🖌I=I love you (how fast did they say it? Do they say it often?)

She said it pretty fast, she's just that nice and lovable and she knew she loved you from the start so there was no problem in saying it

🖌J=jealousy (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

She really doesn't get jealous and if she does it's because the girl is literally flirting shamelessly with you. When she does she just pouts and holds your hand trying to tell you to drop the conversation

🖌K=kisses(how do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Nao loves to give you little pecks on the lips or your face or wherever really, it's really cute the way she giggles while kissing you

🖌L=love confession(how did they confess to you?)

She handed you a painting and said that it was to show you her love, you didn't even have time to react before she kissed your cheek and asked when you were free. You later saw that she hid her phone number in the painting (which was weird since you already knew it but she thought it was cute)

🖌M=mornings (how do they spend mornings with you?)

She will constantly ask you for five more minutes to cuddle more and when she does wake up she will stay in her pjs for basically the rest of the day

🖌N=nights (how do they spend nights with you?)

When she finishes painting for the day she will ran up to you and ask to cuddle so you can sleep together, which you do very happily

🖌O=overprotective (how protective are they of you?)

She's actually not that protective (you're kinda protective of her) she knows you can handle yourself but will always have your back if you need help

🖌P=pet names(what nicknames do they like to call you?)

Cutie pie, cutie patootie, baby and other cute stuff she just comes up with at the moment

🖌Q=quizzes(how much do they remember about you?)

She knows your most important details and dates that are significant for both of you but don't ask her anything too specific or she will think she forgot something important

🖌R=rain(how do they spend a rainy day with you)

She likes to either paint the rainy scenery while inside or go play outside with you depends on what you want and how the rain is

🖌S=service (what are some acts of service they do for you?)

She likes to arrange your room in a nice way to fit her "artistic sense" which includes putting a lot of plushies on your bed......at least she cleaned it though

🖌T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She really does try a lot to do things for you, and she'd love for you to praise her for it (maybe giving her a headpat or two)

🖌U=unhappy (how do they cheer you up?)

She immediately drops whatever she was doing and hugs you and comforts you until you're not crying anymore, then she puts a blanket over you two and you start cuddling while watching a compilation of funny videos on YouTube

🖌V=value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Nao loves you so much, it's basically the only thing she can say around you. There are a lot of people she cares about but you're definitely at the top of the list, you just make her smile even wider when you're around

🖌W=wound (how do they react to you getting injured?)

Starts panicking and immediately grabs some bandages to start to treat you. She tells you not to do anything that requires your injured body part and that she's there to take care of you

🖌X=Xtra (a random fluffy headcanon)

Prof. Mishima is your number one supporter. He loves the fact that his favorite student is in a relationship with such a good person and he's always there when nao needs any advice

🖌Y=yes (how do they react to you proposing to them?)

"W-wait really?.....t-this isn't a joke right?....o-oh my God, of course, I'd love to marry you.....you make me so happy after all"

🖌Z=zzz (how is sleeping with them?)

Nao always wants you to cuddle her when she sleeps, she also talks in her sleep, mostly about you or her weird kinda childish dreams and it's really cute

[ruru195]

CUPHEAD AND BENDY NEED THREE KIDS!!! (maybe a little brother 👀)

YES!!! I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS.

So i present to you baby Cendrick

Volume Wars and Staring Contests

The house was never quiet, but today? Today it sounded like the final round of a screaming championship.

“I WIN!!” shouted five-year-old Cindy, standing triumphantly on the couch like it was her royal throne, one hand to the sky, the other on her hip.

From the floor, nestled in a nest of blankets and animal-shaped pillows, baby Cendrick or Cendy for short, as the whole household called him, let out a proud, high-pitched “AAAAAH!” in response, his big round eyes unblinking, staring directly at Cindy like she was both his idol and competitor. His tiny demon tail wagged furiously behind him.

Cuphead, in the kitchen attempting to warm up milk for the sixth time that day, flinched so hard he almost dropped the bottle. “For the love of—BENDY, YOUR SON’S DOING THE THING AGAIN!” he shouted.

From the hallway, Bendy popped in, shirt stained with formula. “What, the stare? Or the banshee shriek?” Cuphead just pointed at Cendy, who had gone full wide-eyed mode, his gaze fixed on two-year-old Mady, who was now mid-tremble.

Mady’s lip wobbled.

“He’s d-d-d-demon lookin’ at meee—!” she wailed and scuttled behind Cuphead’s leg, latching onto him like a koala. “He lookin’ into my soul!”

Cendy just tilted his head, curious. He even tried to talk, letting out a garbled chain of syllables: “Ba-gguuhh-mah!”

Cuphead crouched down, gently patting Mady’s head. “He’s not scary, sugar. He’s just… intense.”

“In-tense BAD,” Mady sniffled, clinging tighter.

Bendy sat beside Cendy, pulling him into his arms. “He just inherited my ‘I-know-what-you-did’ stare. Ain’t his fault it works at birth.”

Cindy jumped down from the couch and tackled them both into a hug, ruffling Cendy’s barely-there hair. “I like him! We scream, we win!” she declared.

“Oh, wonderful,” Cuphead muttered, returning with the bottle. “One’s loud, one’s shy, one doesn’t blink. We’re raising a musical trio of chaos gremlins.”

“I’m proud,” Bendy smirked, feeding the bottle to Cendy, who suckled and stared at Cuphead the entire time.

Mady peeked from behind her dad’s legs, eyeing her baby brother. He stared back. She disappeared again with a muffled: “He doin’ it a-gaaain…”

Cuphead and Bendy exchanged a look. “Yeah,” Cup said, sighing. “He’s definitely ours.”

[spacebabesuki]

Wrapped Up in Love (Hellcheer Christmas AU) ‧₊˚🎄✩ ₊˚🦌⊹♡

The soft glow of Christmas lights illuminated Eddie Munson's cluttered living room, casting a cozy warmth over the chaos of wrapping paper, ribbons, and an overworked roll of Scotch tape.

Chrissy Cunningham sat cross-legged on the carpet, her pink sweater dotted with tiny reindeer, as she concentrated intensely on folding a piece of wrapping paper around a suspiciously vinyl record-shaped gift. 

The chaos of wrapping paper had reached its peak. Eddie sat with his long legs on the floor, trying to wrestle a roll of shiny gold wrapping paper into submission. His tongue peeked out in concentration; his Santa hat (which she had put on him) slipped precariously as he attempted to cut a straight line with scissors that were definitely too dull for the job, testing his patience.

While he was chaotic, wrapping gifts like trash bags, Chrissy Cunningham crafted perfect gifts with fairy-like precision. She tied a flawless bow, her pink reindeer sweater and glittery cheek evoking a Christmas movie star.

"You've got to fold corners like this," she demonstrated calmly, her nimble fingers making it seem effortless.

"I don't know how you're so good at this," Eddie grumbled, exasperated, glaring at his sloppy wrapping.

Chrissy giggled. "You're using too much paper again. You could wrap an entire room!"

Eddie lounged beside her, legs sprawled, curls barely contained by his Santa hat. "Babe, this is hopeless," he muttered, holding up the misshapen bundle meant for Dustin's D&D dice. "It looks like I trapped a gremlin."

Chrissy giggled, snatching the gift from him.

"You're hopeless. Let me fix it. It's the fingers; you have to be gentle, see? Don't push too much."

"I'm not good at this kind of stuff," Eddie said dramatically, leaning back against the couch with his hands behind his head. "I can be good with my fingers at a lot of things, but not this."

He gave her his best smoldering grin, the one that always made her blush.

"Stop distracting me," she replied, though her cheeks turned rosy as she worked to salvage the mess he'd made.

Eddie leaned closer, his Santa hat slipping slightly askew. "You know, we'd be done by now if we just stuffed everything into gift bags."

Chrissy shot him a playful glare. "Gift bags are cheating. Wrapping presents is supposed to be fun!"

"Fun?" Eddie said. "Chrissy, I've got tape in places I didn't know tape could go." He gestured dramatically at his black sweater, where a rogue piece of tape had adhered itself to his sleeve.

"Hold still," she said, reaching out to free him. "Look at you, such a crybaby!"

As she leaned closer, Eddie couldn't resist. He grabbed the ribbon and playfully looped it around her wrist. "Now you're my Christmas prisoner," he teased, grinning.

"Oh, really?" Chrissy countered, raising an eyebrow. She grabbed nearby wrapping paper and whacked him on the shoulder.

Eddie yelped, feigning injury. "Abuse! Abuse under the tree!"

Chrissy laughed uncontrollably, nearly falling over. Eddie gently tackled her onto the carpet. She squealed as he hovered above, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

"Alright, Mrs. Claus," he whispered. "You win. I surrender."

Her laughter quieted as she gazed up at him, her hair spilling across the red-and-green throw blanket beneath them. "Good. Because I still need to teach you how to tie a bow."

Eddie smirked, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. "How about we save that lesson for later?"

Before she could reply, he kissed her – a sweet, lingering kiss hinting at peppermint.

The world faded, leaving only the glow of Christmas lights and each other's arms. When they parted, Chrissy's eyes sparkled.

"You're lucky you're cute, Munson. Come on, Mr. Grinch. Give me your presents; I'll wrap them since you're useless."

"Fuck no!" Eddie protested, pressing a quick kiss to her nose. “Hey, where are you going? Come back here!.” But she was already gone.

"Not now, handsome. We've got gifts to finish."

Chrissy stood up, and he tried to grab her wrist, but he tumbled onto the carpet instead. She smiled mischievously from afar.

Without knowing it, Chrissy walked over to the pile of gifts he had bought for her. Eddie jumped up before she could see and spoil the surprise. 

"Hey, no... not these ones! Get out now!"

"Why, are these for me?" Chrissy's big blue eyes sparkled like stars as she let out a delighted squeal. "I'm gonna peek!" She laughed, attempting to grab the half-wrapped gift.

"No way, Christmas sneak!" Eddie shouted, leaping up and holding the gift high above his head. Chrissy jumped up after him, but he was too tall, and she only managed to brush the edge of the gold paper with her fingertips.

"Eddie!" she squealed, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"Not a chance, Cunningham!" he teased, raising the gift higher and spinning to keep it out of her reach.

Chrissy leaped, clutching his arm, and Eddie swept her into a dramatic twirl.

"You'll have to try harder than that, short thing!"

Chrissy pouted, crossing her arms. "That's not fair. You're cheating with those freakishly long arms!"

Eddie flexed exaggeratedly, the present still in hand. Chrissy tried again, jumping up to grab it, but Eddie caught her mid-leap, lifting her off the ground and spinning her once more. She clung to his shoulders, laughing uncontrollably.

"Put me down, Munson!"

"Say the magic words," Eddie teased.

"Fine! Please, Eddie, please," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes but still grinning. She knew how he loved hearing this.

"Good girl," he said, setting her gently on her feet and holding the present behind his back. "I'm gonna hide this now, pretty thing."

"You're impossible," Chrissy said, trying to glare at him, but her smile betrayed her.

"And you're adorable," Eddie countered, leaning in to kiss her forehead before running off to hide the present in another room.

When he returned, Chrissy was crouched on the floor, shaking her head at the carnage of Eddie's previous attempts. She had taken his poorly wrapped gifts and was carefully undoing the tape, smoothing out the crumpled paper.

"Are you fixing my masterpieces?" he asked, feigning offense.

"I can't let you give Dustin a gift that looks like it's been through a tornado," Chrissy said, glancing up at him with a grin.

"It's part of the charm," Eddie argued, sitting beside her and watching as she neatly folded the paper.

"You're lucky I love you," she said, shaking her head with mock exasperation.

Eddie leaned back on his hands, watching her work with an affectionate smile. "Yeah, I am."

As Chrissy finished rewrapping his gifts, Eddie grabbed a loose ribbon and gently tied it around her wrist again. "There," he said with a playful smirk. "Now you're the prettiest present under the tree."

Chrissy rolled her eyes, but the pink in her cheeks gave her away. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," he teased, leaning in to steal a kiss. She didn't pull away.

As they untangled themselves from the ribbons and laughter, Chrissy leaned against Eddie, resting her head on his shoulder. Outside, snow began to fall, but inside, the warmth of their love made everything glow.

[bon2bonn]

Weathering Your Storm

°They're carving my name on the grave again°

22!F1!grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 3.1k

Warnings : grammar, not proof read , contains time skips .

✨ It's finally going somewhere!💃🏻🙌🏻 ,and I hope you enjoy it✨

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Daniel groaned as he was tackled to the floor the moment he stepped foot in , all he heard was a shout of " uncle Dan" and the next thing he was rugby tackled , Marc greeted him with a wide toothy grin followed with an exited "hi!" , he chuckled and hugged him back " Marcelo!" Causing the boy to whine and throw his head back in frustration as Daniel lifted him when he stood " that's not my name !! " , Earning a laugh from Danny who ignored his whining throwing him over his shoulder emitting a loud scream followed by a laugh .

He shut the front door while asking " so Marcel! How's life ? " grabbed his bag and leaving it by the closed door , but as soon as he finished asking he earned himself a quite painful pinch in the back , yelping in pain as he made his way inside the house " you're as mean as your aunt!! " .

The said aunt voice ranged from the kitchen as she asked in a warning tone " what did you say RICKY?" , he called back before he stood at the door , " nothing but the truth!" Watching her Round the kitchen Island with little Gigi on her hip , who called out as soon as she saw him "Anny!" . (*She tried to call him Dan like Marc but couldn't say the D yet and it stuck with her as she went from calling him Dan to Danny making it worse, but Y/N found it too funny to correct her*) .

Now it was his turn to groan as Marc giggled from his back , but he greeted her back with as much enthusiasm " Gigi!" Making her giggle as she extended her arms out for him .

Stepping in he puts Marc carefully on the island with a teasing tone " special potato delivery! " Dodging before he got pinched again, taking Gigi in a hug , getting one back with a little pat on his cheek" hello miss Gigi " holding her in one arm greeting his friend with a quite "hey Bella" . She gave him a smile greeting back with open arms as he extended his free arm to bring her into a side hug leaving a kiss on the side of her head then he asked " how are you holding up?" She shrugged " getting better , It just takes time to get used to it " he hummed nudging her shoulder with his " knowing you , you'll be up and working in no time " she rolled her eyes at his words " you make it sounds like I'm an avid workaholic " scooping Marc off the island as he wanted to get down and watched as he ran out the kitchen , calling out for O'Connell to play with . he gave her a look " you are " .

She shook her head " well now I've got all the time in the world , isn't that right Gigi " he watched her closely as she turned away avoiding his eyes , so he teased her saying " then don't get too bored without me around, it's only a couple of months and we'll both be jobless together, we'll retire and go off hiking and making wine in Italy like we always planned " he balanced Gigi on her feet , holding her hands and smiling wide as she gripped his fingers in her hands babbling as she took wobbly steps, scrunching her nose as she blobbed down kicking her legs and giving a small shout at him , he apologized to her scooping her up as he reached the fridge, taking out two small juice boxes , he offered her to choose first , she looked at her aunt who was standing on the side looking at them in amusement, she held on Danny's arm and he let her lift it up as she called for Y/N as if asking her *if it's ok to have one* and once she got the approval she picked one and looked up at him pointing back at her high chair on the side , waiting patiently to be set down to drink her juice in peace .

Daniel took the other box , sipping as he sat down not wasting time to ask " so , how's it going miss CEO " she groaned plumbing on a chair close to where he sat " I was just approved by the board yesterday and I'll be starting officially September 1st " he cuts her off " wait! You were serious about the interview thing !?" , she nods " dead serious , they give fair chances , I won't just barg in demanding to run things just cause my dad owns it , so as I was saying, I'll be touring the main branches starting from headquarters here and ending with UAE so I'll be able to at least attend the last race , then I'll work between here , New York and Sydney " she finished in a huff and he winced at the packed schedule "that's rough , buuuuuut " she lets a quite laugh as he cheered at the news of her attending the last race Gigi cheered along after she puts down her drink , not knowing what happened but she joined the celebration nonetheless.

He stood up after a while excusing himself for a minute returning with his bag letting it down before facing her , rubbing the back of his head as she watched him curiously " since I'm flying out today, I wanted to give you this , I wanted you to have it for a long time and as much as I'm bad with words I'll just let you read it latter and I want you to hold on to it " he took out the helmet handing it over to her to take , it was wrapped in her favourite colour wrap , so she couldn't read what's he wrote just yet , his phone rang before she could say anything he looked at her apologetically as he stood up " I have to head out " she nods silently holding back tears as he hugged Gigi goodbye and turned to her , both holding it in for the sake of the other as they shared a tight hug , he hummed as she mumbled with her head on his shoulder " please take care of yourself, no fighting , and don't be so hard on yourself out there , just enjoy it and make some good memories, alright?" He nods tightening his arms around her " you too , try not to overwork yourself , yeah? , I'll visit once I get the chance and will call , so you better keep your phone on or I'll fly back to Knock you door down " she gave a weak chuckle" I'll hold you to that " he nods again " make sure to cheer for me " she affirmed " always" , he sway them gently before he settled with a quite " okay" and with that they finally let go .

He took the empty bag with him , heading to the front door calling out for Marc " Oi ! Mario ! " Laughing at the loud groan and the stomping feet down the hall " still not my name!!" He stood with O'Connell in his arms a frown in his face seeing Daniel by the door ready to leave " you're not staying?" The driver shook his head, reaching out to scratch the cats head grinning as it purred in content " not this time , I gotta catch a flight soon , but I need you to take care of you aunt for me , ok !" the boy nod in understanding , puffing his chest and giving Daniel a small hug as his aunt and sister stood behind him watching as Daniel opened the door to leave , stepping out he turned when marc called out to him waving along with Gigi " we will cheer for you uncle Danny!" Along with an exited shout from his sister, he chuckled as he turn back getting in the car , waving at them as he rolled down the window as the car drove away .

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Two hours later Max and Daniel sat in their seats getting ready to take off for their next race . A heavy silence overtook them but was soon cut off by Max who adjusted his headrest for the tenth time since he sat down, Groaning in annoyance before he threw it away to grab another pillow, Daniel looked at him as he threw it away asking in concern " what's wrong with you?!" Max started bouncing his leg up and down " it's quite , too quite, and it makes me anxious" Daniel shook his head " it's not the silence, Max it's cause she's not here " Max stilled " I know and it's just don't feels right " his friend sighed as he nods in agreement " I know. But it's out of our hands " Max replied in a quite voice as he turned his head away " that's what makes it harder to bear " looking out the window as they started moving up and off the ground.

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The latest Rumours circulating the grid aren't just rumours anymore, as News of a sudden Mid-Season changes shook the F1 community to it's core . MERCEDES AMG F1 Team decided to replace their well known driver (Y/N L/N) with Williams former driver (George Russell) .

Sources confirmed that this occurred during the Hungarian Grand Prix right before summer break , where (L/N) contract was terminated by MERCEDES management, although this happened during the race weekend L/N went on to race her last round with the silver arrows scoring herself the third place along with her now former teammate (sir Lewis Hamilton) in second , and her long time friend/rival (Max Verstappen) in first place , ending her time as one of the arrows with an Impressive score .

F1 Fans and community widely criticized the decision once the team announcement of Russell's new position couple of days before the Belgian Grand Prix, bashing the Team's poor judgement and favouritism towards (Russell) as the team neglected to address the reasons behind the sudden irrational choice as some put it to be or even mentioning their former driver in any form of thank or gratitude for her time or achievement in the years she spent with them which fueled fans rage even more , putting the blame on the principle (Toto Wolff) as a major factor in losing such established driver as her , commenting on how (MERCEDES) gave up this year title for their rivals (RED BULL Racing)on a silver plate, as the replacement came in a critical time for both teams competing for the title with promising results from the former driver as she stood neck to neck against Verstappen with her teammate and former world champion far behind them .

Other sources commented that this move wasn't well played by MERCEDES who decided to make such bold move but it came with a hidden intent, saying [ "mercedes knew how much other teams wanted to secure her as a fixed driver for the next 5 years at least , such as red bull who wanted to sings her since 2019 , and Ferrari and now even Aston Martin with their developing team as Sebastian Vettel announced his retirement, but Toto was smart enough to oppose, promising to extend her contract up to 23 , but now that he turned his attention towards Russell as a valuable addition to their team's development he had to make sure these teams secured their drivers for the next season at least as a precaution , guaranteeing she'd stay out of competition while he develop his car in peace, even if it cost him a WDC" ] .

Others referred to it as an overdue decision but a good move in the right direction, referring to the now former driver name being involved in a series of scandals and alleged rumours circulating since 2018 regarding her dating other drivers , other rumours regarding assault and abuse towards working staff and mechanics and even misuse of position due to the favouritism she received for being the only female driver . All was dropped since no witnesses nor victims of these alleged accusations came to light . Some even speculated her leave was due to personal matters nodding at a possible pregnancy as some put it to be , but the driver is yet to address the topic in any of her social media platforms.

Either way (L/N) presence will be missed and hopefully her absence won't last long with the upcoming seasons we wish her the best in both her personal life and career as a F1 driver .

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05:54 , she ran back and forth through the house as she held her folders and bag in one hand and the other held her phone and reading glasses case , she dumped them all in the table by the front door , checking mentality to see what she forgot in her rush , repeating twice before a sleepy voice came from the corner of the living as he walked up to her holding a pair of heels " Bibi , you forgot your shoes in the hallway " , she looked at him then at the heels in his hand then at her bare feet before she rushed back in mumbling to herself " I'm losing my damn mind " , she asked in concern as she looked at his tired face with hair tangled and over his eyes " I'm so sorry Tommy ,I must've woke you up with me running around at the crack of dawn " thanking him purposefully as he held his arm for her to hold on as she puts them on , he shook his head slowly in denial " it's okay , you didn't , I was already awake when your third alarm start blaring " she rolled her eyes at his teasing tone but that didn't lessen her concern " you had nightmares ? " He shook his head " not recently , I Just couldn't sleep , that's all ".

Once she's done she stood back with a frown before she held her hand to his forehead in worry " maybe you caught something , I should stay , go back in , I'll make you some tea and ........" He cuts her rambling before she could Push him back inside, chuckling at her frowning face and turned her back to the front door " you are not doing any of that , you are going to take a deep breath , and go out there and do what you do best " she looked back questioning " find a hole and hide in it " he made a face at her answer before exclaiming " what !? , No! That's my thing , you! , are going out there and prove how great you are ! " She whines at this , trying to sidestep her way back inside but he held his ground " fine ! I'll get some sleep aaannnd,...." He paused as she looked at him expectantly with a raised eyebrow , he groaned at her " I'll eat three full meals and I'll even send you proof , there ! Happy " she gave a satisfied nod as she picked her bag putting her everything in before she held her folders up and turned to her brother asking seriously " how do I look?" He nods with two thumbs up " like you're on your way to fire someone for sleeping in work hours " she hummed in thought " not likely but I can do with that " he pushed her out as they heard a car park outside, she gave him a quick hug " make sure to sleep well and I'll be waiting for these meals young man , oh and I left you a patch of muffins they're still warm , and don't drink so much coffee, you won't sleep well , and ........." He rolled his eyes " and you'll be late " she cursed as she ran down the driveway shouting back " I love you , stay safe " he laughed as she almost trip and shouts back " love you too , sly out there " she held the car door after she tripped again, laughing at herself as she gave a final wave " I'll try ! " .

He got back in after he shut the door , taking a deep breath as he threw himself on the couch face first , covering his head with his arms as his mind wandered back to the conversation he had with his brother, and the phone call he had last week, all raging in his mind like a hurricane waiting to strike .

He turned on his side ,eyes falling on the framed pictures , from old to new , far away memories and wide smiles , all of their family and their closest friends have at least one if not more , just like his sister insisted.

He smiled at the memory of having to frame and put up every single one under her order and preference , but his smile fades slightly as his eyes fell on his favourite one . right in the middle, he could barely remember any of his memories when he was that age or where it was taken , but he still recall how happy they all were that day , his brother Eddie was standing behind them both with his arms holding them , his sister standing by his side his head leaning on her shoulder as she held him from the side with her head leaning on his , all three are caught in a laugh, their father could be seen sitting in the background smiling fondly at his children.

He couldn't get himself to look away as his eyes stung with unshed tears , he whispered to himself " we'll be alright , we have to ....... we'll be alright " , repeating on and on until he drifts away into a dreamless sleep , finally letting his mind get it's much needed rest .

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The car rolled to a stop Infront of a sky scraper, the sight alone was intimidating , the spotless building stood tall and mighty before her , she got out still looking up at her new work place, adjusted her suit jacket as she took a deep breath in , releasing it in a calm exhale, looking back down she straightened her posture, walking on with a new purpose in her steps, confidently making her way in , nodding in acknowledgement as employees and receptionists stood in greeting to her .

Her assistant stood by the elevator, greeting her kindly before giving her a full schedule of the day along with upcoming meetings and other engagements that required her presence .

They stepped out once they arrived to their destination , the hallway was empty as they made their way down to the last door to the left , inside every head of department along with their assistant managers , stood in the conference room , all waiting for her arrival, greeting in firm nods as their eyes followed her like a prey , waiting for a slip to attack.

she kept her gaze confident yet respectful as she took her place at the head of the table gesturing with both hands for everyone to take a seat .

She remained standing as she spoke in an even calm voice " for a start I'd like to thank everyone for their time in such short notice , and I hope staring from today we establish a solid understanding built on trust, and honest effort " she paused as they showed their agreement to her words , she went on in assuring tone " no drastic changes will occur for now as we go through the last quarter of the year, however each department will be undergoing an evaluation trial , starting from today up until next year's first quarter, by then we'll have more insight to make the right and much needed decisions , however in case of priorities we'll make and execute such drastic changes accordingly " she took a moment of silence incase anyone have any opposing opinion, she went on when she found non , "seeing we're all on the same page here , shall we begin?" .

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