#all you're doing is making them move elsewhere 😭 like...

[wutheringheightsfilm]

there's this really interesting phenomenon ive been seeing where liberals think they can like, inconvenience fascists out of fascism. like they'll comply with everything fascists say but like, really slowly or inconveniently because they think it will make the fascists stop doing fascist things and that's just not true. compliance is compliance.

[bonbonly]

now that you mention it... how about some sugar daddy!nico thoughts when you have time?

he seems like he'd take you to a fancy restaurant and then make you sit in his lap and cockwarm him in public!!

back on my computer for like an hour or two so you bet im writing this 😭 also my queen every time i write something nico related YOU are my target audience i hope you know that LMFAO

bon's thoughts (18+)

sugar daddy!nico rosberg is definitely the type of person to take you to the fanciest of places. i had this idea that he might take you to those vintage old-age plays in those grand theaters, booking a balcony seat at the very front so you can see the stage up close. the only catch is that you're warming his cock, the dimly lit theater an advantage to what he has planned for you for the night. you're probably squirming on his laps, whispering if you could please just move a bit, just a tiny bit that's all! and he leans in close to whisper into your ear, "hase, you've been doing so good for me just a few more minutes, hm? just a few more, don't worry! sit tight and i'll reward you well after..."

he's bringing your hand to his lips, kissing each of your fingers and letting his mouth ghost over your shoulder before nipping gently. the entire time you're trying to hold back your whines, especially when you glance back to him and he's guiding your face back to the stage, chuckling into your ear, "you wanted to see this play, right? go watch the play, i'm right here..." he loves to see you begging, begging for him to let you roll your hips. your whimpers are masked by the thunderous applause from the crowd below as the second act comes to a close.

even when you're not warming his cock, i assume he'd have you just sit on his lap for fun, an arm draped around his neck as he's sipping some wine and glancing to you with all hearts in his eyes. he's definitely super sweet, doting on you and praising you no matter what you do. you're his good little bunny, he loves you to death! but.... but if you were acting out? oh, complete switch of personality, this man isn't afraid of anything or anyone. you wanted to be a brat and make a scene in front of his colleagues? he'll turn to his friend and out loud say, "she's a dumb whore, she'll snap right back don't worry" and while that stuns them, he can see you slowly start to quiet down. oh, and if you're across the room? loudly talking about how nico could do much better than the trips he has planned for you, he's sending you a glare. all he has to do is give you that look of disdain, and you're already crawling back to him, standing besides him with a pout on your lips, asking if he could take you back to the hotel.

in the hotel room, he's not even going to acknowledge you. no like hear me out on this, you're on your knees showing him how sorry you are, but his eyes are elsewhere - on the phone, newspaper, maybe looking right above your head, not directly at you. you're doing everything you can to please him: kitten licks on the tip of his cock, mouth gliding up his shaft, taking him as far your cute throat can take you. you even push yourself some more to gag, tears pricking at your eyes not just because of the stretch, but because you want him to give you some conformation that he forgives you. if he's feeling forgiving, he'll take you up in his arms and pepper your face with kisses, telling you that what you did was wrong. and if he isn't? you better get on that damn bed and spread your legs, your fingers deep in your cunt because the only way he'll turn to look at you is if he hears the squelching of your juices, tempting him to come drink what's rightfully his.

[normanssurvivalsite]

Shitty day

(Hazbin Vox x Fashionista!Male reader)

No warnings maybe some foul language.

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To say Vox was annoyed was an understatement. Val was bitching about something again and Velvette was on phone calls the whole day yelling in every. single. one of them. And when the clients she was yelling too still didn't budge she went to whine to Vox.

All in all Vox had a headache the whole fucking day that even a reboot couldn't fix. He knew what he needed. He needed you.

You were one of the most valuable people at Velvette's fashion boutique second in command after her. And since you made a shit ton of money for the whole company Vox noticed you. Oh, he noticed you every time he visited Velvette he saw you delicately dancing in between shelves of fabric needles is your mouth needle pillow on your wrist and a thimble on your finger.

You moved so magnificently among the many unfinished pieces you started, he couldn't help but watch. It was like water flowing between rocks but you sometimes stopped here and there to make an adjustment on a dress or suit.

Velvette of course noticed this, she notices everything.

"Jesus fuck, just go talk to 'im he is gay if thats what you're wondering of course he is he works in fashion. Or what do I care just move your ogling elsewhere."

And that he did.

He flirted with you, and to his surprise you flirted back. Not because he didn't think he had a chance he knew he was a handsome fellow but most people seeing him cower in fear. You didn't.

He liked you. He liked you a lot.

This was about 4 months ago.

Now its a habit that he visits you almost every day after work. Since then, you have gotten your private office so you guys had privacy.

You're usually still working on a piece or two when he walks in back hunched smile gone and he falls face first into your couch.

Today was the same he was even massaging his temples.

You noticed that today was a particularly hard day for him so you left to get some coffee.

When you returned he was still in the same position. You chuckled to yourself quietly. You loved the relationship you two had. Now, you weren't exactly a couple (yet) but you were the one he trusted with opening up. You were his safe place, and even if his day was good you were the first one he would tell the good news, or if his day was not good nor bad just an average day he still came to you to calmly watch you work while you guys talked.

You lifted his screen up sat down on the couch and put it on your thighs. You two were very comfortable with each other this was nothing. He turned around so he could look up at you.

"I made you coffee" you lifted the mug while smiling at him. He smiled slightly. Fuck, he loved you so much.

"Please be my boyfriend."

Vox blurted out without sitting up. He was just laying in your lap looking up at you hopefully.

You chuckled quietly and instead of answering him just bent down to kiss him. Vox eagerly returned the favor.

"I'd love to be your boyfriend" you answered after you two parted. Vox sighed with contempt as you intervened your fingers with his. Even though it was a shitty day, and there will come shitty days, you'll be here with him. Those days don't even seem so shitty anymore.

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I know its short but its sweet so I kinda love it.

I need to write much more for Vox cuz honestly I fucking love him but for some reason ideas usually hit me for Alastor😭

Also I'm a true believer that under that big-shot TV persona he is a broken little boy and actually really sweet so😎

ANYWAYS

I hope you enjoyed your reading, ladies gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[daenysx]

omg just read all of your aemond fics and 😭😭😭 actual perfection !!!! thank you for sharing your writing!!

not sure if this is a type of request that would interest you but maybe modern!aemond finding out you somehow got injured? not a creative prompt but we love a protective/possibly overreacting aemond with some fluff hehe 💙

thank you so much for reading them, angel, i really hope you like this <333

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

cw; stitches, reader cuts her hand and needs stitches but nothing graphic

it was a nice plan overall, really. you were sure everything would go alright, imagining the perfect outcome as you keep moving in kitchen.

well, until you had a work accident anyway.

"can i call my boyfriend real quick before you start?" you ask the doctor as you sit down, your injured hand feeling numb with all the adrenaline.

"of course." she answers. "we can start after."

you take your phone, press aemond's contact, and beg internally for him to be available. you don't think you can get your hand stitched without him honestly and the idea of him being in a meeting right now makes your stomach turn.

"hello?" he answers. "sweetheart?"

"hi." you say, your voice coming out weaker than you intend to. "is this a good time?"

"of course." he says. "what happened? something wrong?"

he's picking up the clues quickly, first of all why do you sound like that? and second why is he hearing some weird noises on the background?

"um- i'm at a hospital right now." you say, biting your bottom lip, telling him the name of the hospital after that. you need to lay out the details nice and slow, otherwise he'll drive like crazy to be here. "i was cooking dinner and i cut my hand."

"are you okay?" he asks, concern dripping from his voice. "what will they do?"

"the doctor's saying i need stitches." you explain. "i'm okay, i just- can you come here if there's nothing important you have over there?"

you hear some noises like a pushed chair and grabbed keys, aemond suddenly starts breathing quicker. "you are crazy if you think i'll work when you're literally getting stitches." he says. "i'll be there in ten minutes, okay?"

"aemond, please drive safe." you say, because it should normally take at least 15 minutes to get here from his office. you know he won't listen, he tends to be very irresponsible of himself every time you call him and tell him you need him.

"don't worry about me." he tries to reassure you and you hear him starting the car. "only ten minutes, okay, sweetheart? i'll be with you."

"okay." you say.

he keeps his promise really well, and only after ten and a half minutes you see him walking with huge steps towards you. not that you were counting down the seconds. the doctor is a lovely lady, she tries to keep your mind occupied as she cleans up your wound.

"it's a deep cut, but it's clean." she says. "i'll make sure you don't feel anything."

"thank you." you smile weakly. "oh, here he is."

aemond is by your side in a second, his eye quickly inspecting the situation. "are you okay? are you hurting?"

you shake your head. the doctor smiles. "i don't really feel anything right now." you say. "it was just a bit bad when i first came in."

"and the stitches?" he asks, looking at the doctor.

"she will need only a few of them." she answers. "don't worry, we'll make it quick and painless."

she starts doing her job, asks you politely to look elsewhere. aemond holds your other hand as you watch him, it's a bit weird knowing you're being stitched but not feeling it. the worry lines on aemond's face look ever most prominent.

"i'm fine." you give him an easy smile.

"how did it happen?" he asks, softly.

"i was planning on preparing a dinner table." you say. "we've been relied on take out lately, so i wanted to cook you something nice."

"baby." he says, his voice carries too many emotions.

"it's okay." you tell him. "it can happen to anyone, really. i won't even get upset if i have a scar. just another story to tell."

"it may leave a faint scar in time." the doctor says. "but nothing too big."

"that's good enough."

aemond clearly thinks that is not good enough but he won't tell this when you're getting your hand stitched. he only squeezes your fingers. he'll make sure you don't touch knives until you heal, that's all.

"and we're done." the doctor says. "let's wrap it up, and then you can go."

"thank you." you and aemond say at the same time. the wrapping doesn't take long, you're ready to leave the hospital in five minutes.

after the doctor telling aemond instructions about the bandages and the stitches, you walk to the exit. you're glad it's over for now, and your hand still doesn't hurt really. aemond waits by your side until you settle down on the passenger seat.

you expect him to close the door and sit down on his own seat but he doesn't. instead, he turns you to his side by holding your thighs gently and cups your cheeks. he gives you the warmest kiss on your forehead.

"i was terrified." he confesses, almost whispers.

"i'm sorry." you say. "it was an accident."

"i know, my love." he says, putting another kiss on the side of your head. "you don't have to say sorry, it's not like you did it on purpose."

"and now we need to order something again." you say, giving him a mocking pout. "i wanted to eat something homemade tonight."

he smiles at your dramatics. you're right of course, you've both been too busy with work lately and relied on ordering pizza or sushi, or something else. he thinks cooking together can be nice now that he left work early and you want something cooked in your own kitchen.

"i'll cook anything you want for us." he says. it's a good promise.

"you sound pretty confident." you laugh.

"you need to help me with the recipes, of course." he says, coolly. "anything with knife, i'll do it. you can only do harmless things if you want to participate."

you pull him to yourself to give him a kiss. he immediately surrenders, any teasing words he has in mind is gone with your lips on his.

you think he'll look really good wearing an apron.

[peachdues]

Hiiiiiii Peach .

Could you do a NSFW alphabet with Sanemi and Setsuna. It'd be so cute to see their intimate intentions and how they treat each other in bed and stuff.

Also I hope you're having a good October and that everything us well with you. I honestly wish you nothing but the best dear.

Xx

SOMEONE ASKING ABOUT SETSUNEMI??? HERE??? lamalakakalalsmnslsms i am starry-eyed right now!!

Tbh, Wind & Moon is Setsuna’s and Sanemi’s story — I’ve been writing it with Setsuna as the FMC, and I plan to search + replace all references to “Setsuna” with “you” when it comes time for publication alsnskaksma. In that sense, I can’t give much away without giving away key parts of the story/their relationship.

That said, if people are interested, I would share the smut scenes I *have* written for Sanemi and Setsuna — I guess that depends on whether people want to read “Setsuna” or still would rather see Sanemi x Reader, if that makes sense? Like, this is the best example:

So, yeah 😭 this is directly from Wind and Moon, just in its original form. If people want to see more, I’m cool with that! But if they’d rather read it from the x Reader POV, I get that.

All in all, I will give you some key takeaways to answer your ask:

Sanemi is a virgin in this. I deliberately leave open whether Setsuna/WAM!Reader is based on earlier events in the story, and I want people to draw their own conclusions

Because of said events earlier in the story, Setsuna is NOT open to missionary or doggy for a long, LONG time. Either she tops, they’re on their sides, or they’re standing/sitting, but her back is a big issue for her. They do eventually do it in missionary though (after one prior failed attempt).

She tends to be a little more focused on her movements during the deed than he is. Sanemi has more of the lost in the sauce/caught up in the emotion of the moment kind of vibe.

Both cry at various points during sex because both get overwhelmed by their feelies.

Sanemi is just as much of a pussy connoisseur in this as I’ve HC’ed him elsewhere — and he’s a VERY fast learner

The first time they kiss, they almost fuck — against a training pole at his estate. They get interrupted, and he tells begs her to meet him back at his estate later that night. She ends up shooting him down. Angst. But there are funnier bits/sweeter moments later on.

He’s incredibly gentle and patient with her at all times.

Finally, peep below for a bonus look at her turning his ass down that first time, if you’d like!

“Setsuna — wait —“

His fingers closed around her wrist, halting her. And though Setsuna did not resist him as he tugged her around to face him, she did not bridge the distance between them. She did not move to embrace him again.

With a shaky breath, she peered up at him through her eyelashes and beheld his anxious, pleading stare.

Sanemi’s eyes searched hers as though he already knew. “Don’t go.” He pled. “Stay —“

“I can’t.”

Sanemi stepped closer, his head bowing down toward hers until their foreheads nearly touched. “Why?”

“You know why.” She whispered.

He shook his head, his fingers gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before caressing her cheek. “If you’re not ready, we can wait. As long as you need. I won’t push you — I’d never push you —“

It took everything she had not to melt into the comfort of his touch. “It’s not a matter of whether I’m ready, Sanemi. We can’t do this — you and I both know we can’t.”

[bonearenaofmyskull]

I am still watching s3 so maybe I am a fool to ask this question but I don't wanna be a delulu when it comes to m/m ships, that too from 2013-15 but like was Will truly like truly jealous of Bedelia 🫠 I saw in Reddit that he was but then I saw other posts saying he's not and that he only wanted her to pay the price . So like is hannigraham one sided canon ? I am fine with that too . I am used to it after spn finale. 😭

I'm not on Reddit so I couldn't speak to what's being said there. I'm barely on here any more, frankly. I couldn't begin to respond to assertions that I'd only be imagining what their logic and evidence is, especially when my memory of all the details is growing dim.

But moreover these Hannigram questions from Reddit I keep hearing about are all dead horses that the meta writers who were around #BackInMyDay have beaten enough to prompt a social worker to climb out of them.

I'm happy to hear that Reddit has a living community of Hannibal fans who are actively debating their interpretations of the show, and that the show is growing new sets of fans to immerse themselves into these interpretations and debates. And if that's so, then if there are those who have taken up the mantle to argue against those things that I believe, then I'm sure there are those who can and have and will take up the mantle to argue for the things I believe as well.

If you want to become one of those people but feel like you need to do a lot of research to get to the point where you're ready, here are the blogs that were active writing meta in my day. Many of them are inactive or have moved on to other things, but I'm sure you can find a wealth of knowledge in their "hannibal meta" tags, or just by looking around their blogs for how they've tagged their own work:

@existingcharactersdiehorribly

@22drunkb

@genufa

@the-winnowing-wind

@wellntruly

@after-the-ellipsis

Please understand I'm not sending you to their inboxes per se, but to the wealth of work that they've already produced. If they still want to field questions about Hannibal or Hannigram, I'm sure they can let you know, here or elsewhere. Please just be polite: I have gotten a great deal of very demanding and entitled messages of late, whether people are coming from Reddit or elsewhere, but that's not the social norm on Tumblr and never has been to my knowledge: much like AO3, people will make updates when the spirit moves them, not on demand.

[i-will-always-be-happy]

Helloooo~ Hi- yes- uh ler mitsuri and lee tomioka?? I feel like I spelt their names wrong 😭

Well not long ago I made one of them, but still!

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Ler: Mitsuri Kanroji

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

'Why the concern, Mitsuri?' 'Hey? Oh! No Tomioka!', Mitsuri looked sadly elsewhere, she needed to talk to someone. She would have done it with Shinobu but, she was busy preparing her poison or something she understood.

'Tomioka, you and Iguro-san are friends right?' 'Well, I don't know whether to consider him my friend, we don't talk much but I think he hates me, why?', Mitsuri blushed and looked down, playing with her hands

'Mitsuri?' 'It's nothing, it's just... Listen Tomioka, I like Iguro, but I don't know if he likes me, who could love a girl like me?', Mitsuri teared up, Tomioka didn't know what to do, give him a hug? Nono, he had to do something else!

'He thinks you're very pretty and adorable'

'What?'

'What?', Giyuu covered his mouth, Iguro would kill him for telling him that, he warned him, he got nervous

'Does Iguro like me too? Come on Tomioka! Repeat it!' 'I didn't say anything', Tomioka tried to show firmness, but, to no avail, he went to the pipe when he saw Mitsuri get up and approach him

'W-wait Mitsuri! I swear! I said nothing! Really! You already tickled me the other day! No again!' 'I wasn't going to tickle you, I was planning to make you nervous and get the information out like that. But your idea is much better! Kitchy kitchy koo~!', well, Tomioka learned to keep his mouth shut then

'NOHOHOHO!! MITSURI!! HE WIHIHILL KIHIHILL ME!! PFFFF!!' 'He won't kill you! Come on Tomioka! Tell me! Make things easy for yourself!' Mitsuri was soft, but hey, Tomioka was more vulnerable to sensitive ones than strong ones.

'Say it Tomioka! I heard it! Does Iguro like me too?' 'NOHOHO!! DOHOHON'T FOHOHORCE ME!! MEHEHERCY!! MIHIHIHTSURIII!!', Tomioka knew what to say, Kanroji would tell Iguro and it would be worse for him

'Hey Tomioka, did you know that besides Iguro, I like raspberries?', oh my goodness, Giyuu froze and trembled, trying his best to get away from her, he could die if that was the case.

'*pbbbbt!* FUHUHUCK!!! NO! MITSURI!! NO NO!! NOHOHOT THE NEHEHEHCK!! NOT THE RIHIHIBS!! GEAHAHAHAHA!!' 'What's up Tomioka? If you want me to stop, you know what I want to hear~'

Tomioka tried everything in his power, wrinkled his neck, tried to stop and move Mitsuri's devious fingers away from his ribs, begged for mercy, snorted. Nothing helped, Mitsuri wanted to hear it, I guess he had no other choice

'I'LL TELL YOU!! I SWEAR!!' 'Okay!' Mitsuri stopped and was startled when Tomioka fell back, exhausted and still laughing. Mitsuri placed her hands on her cheeks and her elbows in her lap as she waited for Tomioka to catch his breath.

'Better?' 'Y-yeah *huff* ok, yeah, Iguro likes you. He thinks that you are a beautiful woman and he loves you very much, he is capable of even giving his life for yours. He said more, but, it was pure redundancy', Tomioka looked at Mitsuri, crying with happiness as her face turned all red, screaming with joy when Tomioka said that

Well, seeing Mitsuri's joy made Giyuu forget about Obanai's threat and thought that it was worth it to see Mitsuri's happy face.

[amourjins]

MOVING ON...

UNTIL! Another friend's birthday (picnic party) I got on the bus and on my way to the meet up spot (I saw some of the gang on the bus and she was on it as well) and she tells the person who was next to her to sit elsewhere so I can go to his place (you guys don't get it) Then she greeted me with such a beautiful and bright smile (≧▽≦) And then arriving at meet up spot she brought a chair for me and then she took one for her and sat next to me, and then she asked me and served me water (I can't-) Then after we went to the beach for the picnic and set up the towels, she again tells whoever was sitting mext to her to make more space so I could sit nearby◝(⁰▿⁰)◜Then I saw some seagulls and I wanted to catch one who asked if anyone wanted to come with me (She wanted!) After going in the sand and then climbed on some rocks, my friend came with us and we all sat on the sand (and they started flirting again -_-) After that we went back to the rest of the group (I was kinda pisssed about the flirting) so I sat on my own on a corner... But then she came next to me and wanted to talk with me (she said about anything as long as we would have a convo) Alright so fast forward end of the party i was happy with the interactions so I posted on my notes glue song (which was aimed at her... AND SHE LIKED THE NOTE I KNOW I'M GOING INSANE BUT LISTEN) A couple of days later she posted a story (god she was beautiful) WITH A BEEBADOOBEE SONG. Also on the same day she posted about liking someone that she can't even tell her friends (another friend from the group who know about my crush for her tried to get info but failed) Anyway I posted another note with a song and she replied to it and we started talking to the point I asked her to go out with me... She cancelled BUT I recently on insta posted some clownfish i found (i love fish) and she asked me where this was and that we should go together (just us.) If you're wondering we did go to that place on Friday, she posted about it and another friend of mine (which was like a spy) asked her if we went out on a date???? And she didn't say no????? But anyway it was really fun since after that we went to a playground and made fun of 5 year olds (sorry I had to add this detail) By the end of the "date", I was getting on the bus when she came to hug me?!?!?!? (Like pls hug me more often ma'am) And I was smiling like an idiot on the way back home... That's it for now folks (I'll keep you updated)

-🪐

STOPPP OKG ALL OF YOUR GUYS’ INTERACTIONS??? girl kiss her! (slash jay) BUT LIKE HELLOOOOOOO… shes so sweet i think i get why you fell for her tee bee eych! we love acts of service heh am i right [smirkifg tiiktok emoji] I LOVE BEABADOOBEE… no cause its a sign! the story with beabadoobee… IM AFRAID SHE WANTS U (slash jay dont listen to me) omg i may have read “clownfish” as “catfish” 😭 I GASPED BUT THEN I REREAD IT!

STOP WAIT WHAT she didnt say no??? omg.. wait bc whatt! THE 5 YEAR OLDS STOP.. me n her (‘her’ is always my crush btw) would probably do that too but then she’d tell me to stop cs she loves kids n is great with them,, frowny face emoji

OH YURP THE HUG 🙏🙏🙏 im actually rooting for u two

[vro0m]

I agree with your speculation that it was their original plan to put Daniel back into the Red Bull seat. Honestly, I wouldn't even have been shocked if they had made some excuse about performance and actually replaced Checo at the end of this year if Daniel didn't injure himself and his performances were at least matching or better than Yuki's. The hand injury really did come at the worst possible time for him since there'll (rightfully) always be skepticism about his performance after his mclaren stint and he has less time to prove the naysayers wrong now. Liam performing so well as Daniel's replacement also complicates things too.

I'm curious about why you think it's not a good move for him? Is it because of Max? idk I'm not a fan of red bull but I am a fan of Daniel and I can't think of another place for him that would give him what he needs or wants as a driver. What do you think would be another option for him (besides retirement lol 😭)?

I'm also anticipating the 2024 silly season. I looked it up and there are at least 10 drivers that have expiring contracts next year, so I feel like surely there has to be at least one big or exciting move that happens.. Especially with some big seats opening up like Ferrari, Red Bull and Mclaren. Hopefully I didn't just jinx it lol

Lemme preface this by saying this is only my opinion, I'm not always right, and I can't see the future.

(long post)

First of all as I said, it is the best option for him. In reality it's his only option. Because of his difficult past few years, the teams willing to sign him were backmarkers (namely Haas) and it's very difficult to come back in F1 once you're out of a seat, especially when it's not out of your own free will (understand : retiring then coming back). It's honestly kinda unhoped-for that they're giving him another shot. I'm not sure he'd have had half a chance if Nyck had done better.

The problem is Max indeed. Say he does get the RBR seat in 2025 : he's not gonna beat Max. Then what? As we've touched on before on this blog, you always always have to do better than your teammate (nice essay, go read it!). Doesn't matter if they're still top of the standings, doesn't matter if he manages to finish 2nd himself, he'll be the new Perez sooner or later. All second drivers become Perezes sooner or later. And! That's imagining he's gonna manage to keep up with Max better than Perez, which we don't actually know at this point. Might be worse than being second behind Max. Might be third or fourth or fifth etc. In any case, he's most probably not gonna get a real shot at the title at RBR, except if he suddenly exceeds all expectations which, again, all due respect, but his track record isn't convincing at this point. I truly don't see him – but tbf I don't really see any of them – beating Max in the RB. Maybe if they get it awfully wrong Merc-style in 2026 but like. They have Newey so there's no way it's gonna happen. So?

Say he got the seat. He probably doesn't want to be a second driver to the end of his career right? He wants to win. Otherwise he could have just taken Gunther Steiner's offer, cashed in the check, and done. But he doesn't have a shot at RBR. So he needs another seat. But who's gonna sign him? Again, he's 34. He'll be 36 in 2025 if he gets the RBR seat, so he probably wouldn't be looking for a seat elsewhere before, at best, 2026, at 37. He's getting old, he's running out of time. Ferrari have their own plans for the future with Charles. Mercedes have their own plans for the future with George. Depending on his form then, he might or might not have a better chance to beat another first driver in another car than Max in the RB, but he'll always be considered as a second driver for the team signing him. And, once again, that's if he performs well enough that other teams might want to sign him, whatever his age.

Or maybe there's a sudden unicorn event happening and an unexpected team suddenly makes it to the top and he's conveniently signed there when it happens, but I mean if we're gonna speculate that far-off why not imagine Max retiring at the end of 2024 and actually it's his seat Daniel gets?

When I'm saying I'm not sure it's the best move for him I mean for him. It's the best – it's the only – move for his career in F1. But the way I see it, best case scenario he gets a few more years as a second driver here or there, maybe he even wins a few times with RedBull, then he can retire on his own terms. Hopefully he's okay with it, hopefully he's not beating himself up for not living up to unrealistically high expectations. Hopefully Marko doesn't start bullying him like he did the others.

Worst case scenario, he doesn't fare much better than he has this past couple of years and it's another painful failure.

I understand he wanted more, I understand he can't really realistically be like "okay you're right I'm not worth a seat I'll retire", but I'm not sure it's gonna be the comeback he's wishing for and I hope he's prepared to deal with whatever comes mentally if it's not.

Or maybe I'm completely wrong and he beats Max out of nowhere ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[fff777]

reaction to rainbow dream stay ep 2

recreation time

mark flustered jisung by touching his ears uwu. is it just me or is jisung starting to be one of mark's babies? jisung was always everyone's baby but i feel like there are other hyungs who normally have more cute aggression to jisung (renjun, jaemin) than mark does

mark was asked to sing rainbow and he sang the lyrics wrong 😅

they have to pass ten hoops through the chain of them holding hands

???

that was a practice round lol

haechan rushed through his part so he could help the others but they ended up being too fast so jaemin was like let's just sit down and chat so they have enough footage to edit

renjun's hair is all messy lol

next is a kind of charades but they have to perform it (in song but rap counts)

whatever jaemin's performance was lol

jisung was getting really into his song and haechan guessed too fast

mark just froze when he got to fine dining and passed

omg....jeno is the king because he's 帝努

their friendship rings are called yo! deuring 😆 (like yo dream)

jaemin was an answer TWICE now lol

what muscle is this even??? i had to google it and it's like the back part of the lats i think?

they failed because mark passed on fine dining 😅

mark: ...why didn't you tell us about that rule

now musical chairs

LOL jaemin had a 1 second delay to sitting down but there was no one to fight with him

they're trying to gain points by being nice to each other and offering their seats lol

LOL for the second time jaemin had a second delay to sitting down while someone elsewhere was fighting for seats

and then comes the flurry of offering seats and dinu is like NOOO I DON'T NEED THEM 😤

they keep losing points for getting mad over refusing a seat lol

jaemin for the THIRD time could leisurely sit down except he dragged his seat over to the losers' section and renjun won 😅 honestly though i wonder if it's just bc he doesn't want to play lol. we know he's not big on games.

it's funny how they sing the song out of order lol, they just sing whichever section they're feeling

renjun pulling a jaemin and moving his seat to the losers' section when jisung lost so now it's wangmoriz battle lel

i saw this funny post about renjun being small but for real shoulder gangster renjun why are you so smol 😭

chenle singing the bridge for the third time 🤣🤣🤣🤣

when will chenle ever be this nice to jisung 🤣🤣 chenle is YANKING on his arm

jeno: chenle you can't lose you have to keep singing the bridge

chenle bridge finale 🤣🤣

their friendship went up to 880% :o i guess they were trying too hard to offer their seats lol

healing time next

awww is it cuddle time

aww marksung got voted to tell a bedtime story to the others

oh what they're just reading lyrics

jisung's putting the head massager in mark's head as he reads. is that his new favourite thing?

now they're taking turns reading but also the reader is taking turns with who they're going to massage/bother with the head massager

what are you doing to donghyuck 😭 flash back to zitao on exo showtime (if you know you know)

ticklish chenle getting nervous

jaemin totally not involved and lighting a candle by himself lol...he really is the lone wolf

i seeeeee

never mind

chenle likes the head massaging but the stomach massage is still too much lol

??? watch the video but when you see donghyuck rubbing renjun's stomach you're gonna be like....why is he making noises like that

lol rag doll mode

when mark told jisung to lie down he was hesitant and mark was told him to hurry up.......low key mark using his big brother voice??? i'm into it

literally afraid of everything

bro jisung is literally a scared animal he has his defenses way high up

jisung is really ticklish too i guess

haechan and tummies eh

he is actually calm enough to get a massage lol

donghyuck washing clothes on......washboard abs 😅

jisung keeps commenting on how jeno is all muscles 😅 y'all are getting distracted

jeno is a little ticklish

AS SOON AS HE SITS DOWN

LMAO jaemin giving birth again 🤣🤣

OMG friendship level dropped to 430% lol. guess they need to do more activities to bring it back up to 825%!!!!!! lol

so it appears several dream members are ticklish or just uncomfortable with being touched

so they have some rolling paper for next episode. i don't think it's going to be serious, i think it's going to be lighter :3

[dragonmasterhiccup]

(KICKING MY FEET, IT WAS AWESOME 😭💳💥💳💥)

Freya tilted her head, blinking in a questioning manner while she spoke, "Hm. Care to tell me what that perfectly good reason is?"

She straightened up at his comment of pointing out that she had been caught staring at him a few times, trying to ignore the warmth that was steadily growing on her face, "Me? Curious about you?" She scoffed lightly before continuing, "You act as though you haven't stared at me when you thought I didn't notice. Keep in mind that you did that for a long time when you drew me in the cave."

'Only I can admit it?'

Freya opened her mouth to say something, but she paused, seeing that Hiccup was actually taking on her challenge. She blinked, momentarily in surprise, not thinking that he would carry out the action of really kissing her hand. Narrowing her eyes, she silently watched as he did so, ignoring the warmth that was most likely visible on her face. She forced herself to appear unbothered, though.

Faintly shaking her head when she heard him say that he didn't want her to cower away, she lifted her chin higher yet again as she spoke, "Then what do you want, Hiccup?" She shrugged, keeping her gaze on him as neither of them moved their hands away from one another, "Since you're so intrigued by me?"

She reveled at Hiccup's reaction as he realized she had seen his drawing. "I just went to grab your pencil, didn't know that there would be a whole drawing of me and my dragon in your notebook too." Freya mockingly poked his shoulders as he took a step away, "You should get better at hiding things."

She stood there with a triumphant smirk for a moment, thinking she had won, but upon him saying that she had been caught sketching him as well, her demeanor slightly shifted as she felt the embarrassment of what she did. "That.. that was different because you were actually awake.. and I was bored. It's not like I only drew you either.." Freya's gaze flickered elsewhere before she quickly remembered to keep eye contact, an idea striking her mind as she tried her best to appear unmoved.

"Yeah, well, you still haven't let go of my hand yet, just for your information." She wouldn't admit that she particularly liked it that way, but she didn't want to lose the unspoken competition between them both, still a little startled that Hiccup was even participating in it. Freya swiftly turned her hand underneath his, so that she was the one holding it now, as she lifted it up, making it more visible to them both. "Or are you asking me to do the same thing again?"

He grinned, shaking his head. "No, I think I'll keep that to myself, for now at least."

"Uh-uh. Didn't need to. It's hard to--" He was going to say, It's hard to forget your features, but thankfully stopped himself. Clearing his throat, he said, "I uh, I have a good memory."

Shaking his head minimally, he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "For Thor's sake, you're really making me start to regret telling you that. It was meant as a compliment, something I'm sure you're somewhat familiar with? Possibly?"

Raising a brow, he teased, "So you stole my pencil while I slept, and looked through my notebook. Freya! Tsk, tsk, I thought you were better than that!"

Oh, he definitely got her there. "I didn't only draw you, either, so I don't see the reason for you to point out that particular detail."

He hadn't? Quickly glancing at their hands, he could see that they were, in fact, still entwined.

Cue the warm, fuzzy feeling flowing through him...

Looking into her eyes once more, he gave a lopsided grin. "What I actually want to ask...is that while you may not completely hate me anymore...why haven't you let go? If you truly disliked me, you wouldn't let your hand linger in mine for as long as it has."

Stepping closer, he tilted his head, eyes slightly narrowed, the corner of his mouth tugging into a grin, he asked, "Just why is that, Freya?"

Toothless, still standing with Blaze, watched all of this unfold with wide green eyes. His mouth dropped slightly open, and he leaned forward, thoroughly invested in whatever this was that was happening between Hiccup and Freya.

[brummiereader]

@mischievouslittlecreature jeez Polly 😬.

What is wrong with everyone in this family? I'm so pissed off with how they treat Lucy. I can't think of one thing she's done bad to them, yet they constantly belittle her ans Tommy's relationship. I was to confident they'd warm up to her after eveything that happened with Luca. But they still keep digging their noses into their relationship and planting seeds of doubt in poor Lucy.

“That was different. He’s a politician now. His every move has the potential to invite scrutiny. If it gets out that he’s having an affair with his assistant, it could put his very position here in jeopardy" the way I wanted to scream at this!! Have they all forgotten that technically, Tommy would be having an affair with Lizzie considering LUCY is his number one girl and was and still in a relationship with her 😤.

Why is it Lizzie seems to have everyone calling the shots on her behalf?? She has far too much power in that family, Tommy needs to put t her in her place. Because the agreement was drawn up, and Lizzie agreed to it. She can't go guilt tripping everyone 😠.

Are you sure that you’re alright with our…with our arrangement for after you're married?- ”Lizzie glanced at her, eyebrow raised. “Yes, I’m sure.” Ha. HA! Yeh why do I get the feeling she'll soon start finding problems with that arrangement 🙄.

I can't stand how she's so up and down with Lucy. She's constantly making these subtle passive aggressive little digs at her. And Lucy just takes it 😩.

��No, you’re not,” he argued back gently, lips finding the top of her head. “Worried about tomorrow?” no she's f'ing not Tommy!! I wish he would have continued to refuse this marriage, because I can only see heartbreak coming from it.

Most of them are sleeping with at least one other woman who’s not their wife. Hell, a lot of them have whole second families stashed away somewhere.” can he stop referring to Lizzie as a wife...it's making me feel queasy 🙄. This is a sham marriage, and Tommy best continue to act like it is!

By this time tomorrow, he would be married. Lucy wondered if moments like these with him would become a rare occurrence. Ones that she would have to hold dear and make the most of whenever she got the chance. Even amongst that sizzling smut, Lucy continues to have doubts that he'll want to spend more time with Lizzie 😭. But one thing that gave me comfort was when she said how being with him like that, seeing him crave her makes her feel silly for believing her insecurities ❤️. I found that so beautiful, because he is trying, it's just there's really not more he can say and so to settle her worries.

“Well, after I retire from politics, or after Ruby comes of age, or when society becomes more accepting about things like divorce–” now that's an idea! And I'm honestly glad he mentioned it because it just proves that his mind is elsewhere, away from the wedding excitement Lizzie feels. He's already planning ahead, and he hasn't even married her yet 😂! Plus it got a giggle from Lucy, which is a relief to see 🥰.

He shrugged. “That’s the price she pays for not wanting you to come.” see, these are the moments she needs to give him. He needs to say these things as cruel as they are to Lizzie, else Lucy is gonna start to think he's into the idea of marrying her!

I'm honestly dreading their wedding scene 😬. Lucy is absolutely gonna beat herself up throughout the entire thing.

Wonderful chapter filled with so much emotion ❤️.

Part 22: This Misery We've Made

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: As Tommy and Lizzie's wedding day draws near, Lucy battles doubts and insecurities about their arrangement.

Word Count: 6,221

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut, insecurity, and references to past torture and injuries.

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Chapter 2: Say We'll Be Okay

When Polly walked unexpectedly through the door, Lucy briefly panicked, thinking that she’d forgotten about a meeting Tommy was supposed to have with his aunt and accidentally double booked him. But one quick glance at the diary on her desk proved that not to be the case. She frowned a little, a pulse of trepidation finding its way into her throat. Polly looked every bit like royalty, dressed in a lavish, deep purple coat embellished by a fur collar over an equally expensive blouse and skirt, a wide brimmed hat atop her head. She was growing her hair out from the short style she’d worn it in during the vendetta, the dark curls styled neatly around her chin. 

“Polly,” Lucy greeted, sitting up straight. “Tommy’s in a meeting right now–” 

“Actually, I’m here to see you.”

Lucy blinked, the uneasiness within her growing even more pronounced. She always got nervous when talking with Polly without Tommy present to serve as a buffer between them. 

Polly’s dark eyes darted to where Adam was seated at the second desk in the office near the back.

“Adam,” Lucy said, getting the kid’s attention, “why don’t you take your lunch break a little early, today?”

He looked up from the speech he’d been editing, noticed Polly and the clear tension between them, and hastily put down his pen. “Are you sure, Lucy?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Go on.”

He got up and collected his hat and coat from the hooks by the wall, offering Polly a respectful nod and a soft “Mrs. Gray,” when he walked past her. 

“He seems to be settling in well,” Polly remarked, sliding off her gloves.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. What do you need?” Capping her pen, Lucy folded her hands in front of her on top of the papers she’d been looking over before Polly came in. 

Removing her hat, Polly slid into one of the leather chairs across from her, meticulously crossing one leg over the other and laying her hat in her lap.

“Lizzie told me about the conditions you and Tommy put forth to her about the marriage.”

Lucy started to unconsciously fumble at the plain gold bands encircling her fingers. The wedding was in only a few short weeks, and to say that she was dreading it would be an understatement. Things had happened very quickly after the proposal.

“And?”

Polly lit one of her black cigarettes with the snap of a lighter, puffing on it greedily and eyeing Lucy with an obvious challenge in her dark eyes. “You really think that it’s a good idea for you and Tommy to keep up this…whatever it is that goes on between the two of you after he’s married?”

“We were still together after he married Grace–”

“That was different. He’s a politician now. His every move has the potential to invite scrutiny. If it gets out that he’s having an affair with his assistant, it could put his very position here in jeopardy.”  

I know that. You think that I don’t fucking know that? Lucy swallowed hard, reaching for the cigarette case on her desk, pulling one out and lighting it, stalling to give herself time to think of a response, hoping that Polly wouldn't notice the slight way that her hands trembled.

“We know the risks. We’ll be careful.”

“You two have never been nearly as good at being subtle as you think you are.” She shook her head. “I thought that it was a bad idea, him choosing to bring you along with him here in the first place. Too many people in Birmingham already know you two are caught up in some sort of…entanglement. Rumors are already starting to circulate. You really think that they’ll stop just because he marries someone else?”

Lucy crossed one arm around herself, her elbow moving to rest on her wrist. Holding her cigarette close to her face, she used her thumb to brush a few stray red curls out of her eyes. She could barely meet Polly’s harsh gaze. 

“Lucy,” placing her still smoking cigarette into the ashtray on the desk, Polly stood, planting both hands on the fine wood between them and leaning towards her, looming over her. For a moment fully encompassing the identity of the Shelby matriarch exerting her whole force of influence. “Being with you is not worth Tommy potentially losing everything he has worked so hard for.”

Hearing the words that had been circling over and over in her own head actually spoken aloud hit as hard as a slap would have. Lucy jerked sharply, cringing away in spite of herself. She stared at Polly destitutely.

“What would you have me do, Polly?” 

Polly’s dark eyes softened a fraction when she recognized the sorrow on Lucy’s face. “I think you already know.” 

“You really think that he would be unaffected if I just…left?” 

“He’d get over it. In time. Especially with a new, beautiful wife and two perfect children at his side.”

A small sound emitted from Lucy’s throat. It would have hurt less if Polly had walked in, dumped a bucket of gasoline over her head, and set her on fire.

Sometimes, the only thing that kept her from packing a bag in the middle of the night and going to the train station was knowing how heartbroken Tommy would be if she left. The mental images of him with tears in his eyes, chasing after her train, screaming for her to come back, was more than enough to convince her to stay. Despite everything, she still could not bring herself to leave his side. 

Who would take care of him, if she was gone? She certainly did not trust Polly to–at least not in the way that he really needed. Arthur, while his heart was in the right place, was too messed up to be of much help. Ada and Uncle Charlie could maybe both be of use, but they each had their own shit to deal with. They could not devote themselves entirely to Tommy in the way that Lucy did. 

But maybe Lizzie could…

Lucy shuddered, fingers clenching hard around her cigarette in an attempt to ground herself. She loved Tommy. She wanted nothing but good things for him. She could not leave him if she thought that her departure would cause him unhappiness. But if she could be sure that he could find happiness with Lizzie, if she knew that she could trust Lizzie to take care of him the way that he needed…

Polly reached across the table, and touched her shoulder. It was only then that Lucy realized that a single tear had slid down her cheek, with more gleaming unshed within her eyes.  

“I’m not trying to be cruel, dear. We’ve had our differences in the past, I know. I really am just looking out for the good of everyone.”

Lucy looked up at her, lips parted to speak, when the double doors leading into Tommy’s office opened. She hastily looked down and away, trying subtly to brush away the lone tear she had shed before Tommy stepped out with his colleague. He quirked a puzzled eyebrow at Polly’s presence, shaking the man’s hand and bidding him goodbye before turning to his aunt. 

“Hello, Polly. What are you doing here?”

“I was in the city running some errands, so thought that I’d come by and say hello,” Polly smiled, chipper as a chipmunk that had just found a whole bushel of nuts to keep it happy and well fed the entire winter.

Tommy’s eyes went to Lucy’s, not entirely buying Polly’s story. 

What happened? his expression asked, noticing something in her face. She just gave a miniscule shake of her head. 

It’s fine.

He didn’t look wholly convinced, but caught on that now wasn’t a good time to pry further.

“Well, since you’re here, we can talk about the latest developments. Have you spoken with Michael lately?”

“Yes, actually,” Polly started to launch into a recount of her latest phone call with Michael while Tommy shepherded her into his office. He didn’t look to be entirely listening to her, instead shooting Lucy a concerned glance from over his shoulder. She offered him a weak smile that only made him look more worried, and before following Polly into his office he leaned forward, and pressed a firm kiss between her brows. 

Whatever she said, don’t listen to it, his eyes told her. Lucy gave a tiny nod.

“Tommy?” Polly’s voice called from the office. 

“Coming,” he sighed, but didn’t actually move until after he’d brushed the back of his hand affectionately down Lucy’s cheek with a small, comforting smile. Despite herself, she leaned into the touch desperately, closing her eyes while his thumb stroked her skin. 

“I love you,” he mouthed to her when she finally met his gaze.

“Love you too,” she whispered hoarsely back, so quietly it was a wonder that he even heard her. With another gentle smile, he kissed the top of her head, ducking back into his office before Polly could shout for him again. He left the doors open, as if to let her know that she was more than welcome to join them at any time.   

Lucy raised a fist to rest against her lips as she stared after him, heart aching, and Polly’s words swirling around inside her head. 

∗ ∗ ∗

“Thank you again for the teddy bear. I swear that she hasn’t let it out of her grasp since I first gave it to her.”

Lucy smiled softly, leaning forward to watch Ruby play on the blanket Lizzie had set up for her in the sitting room. The aforementioned teddy bear was clutched in the baby’s arms, one of her chubby cheeks squished against it. Lucy was always buying her gifts. Tommy kept joking that she was going to spoil her, as if he were any better about not buying her anything and everything that he thought she might want. 

That sweet girl deserved to be spoiled as much as possible. 

 “I’m glad.”

“Thanks for coming by and watching her. I swear, with Tilly on holiday I haven’t gotten even a second to myself.” Lizzie finally swooped in from the kitchen with two teacups for them. With all the wedding planning and then her nanny taking a week long holiday, she looked more than a little frazzled.

“It’s no problem. I’m always happy to spend time with her.”

Lizzie’s gaze softened, passing Lucy her teacup and sitting down beside her on the couch, putting her own cup down on the table so she could reach over to stroke her daughter’s cheek. 

“Aren’t you excited, Ruby? We’ll be going to live with Daddy soon. You’ll get to see him allllll the time,” Lizzie cooed. The baby babbled excitedly and she giggled, leaning back. “God, she’s getting so big.”

Lucy nodded, remembering how fast Charlie had seemed to grow. “It always happens so fast.”

They both watched little Ruby play for a while, sipping on their tea in silence. Lucy knew that she needed to get going, but there was something that she needed to ask, before she did. 

Mustering up her courage, she took a deep breath, setting her teacup back down into its saucer. “Lizzie?”

“Mhm?” her gaze did not leave Ruby.

“Are you sure that you’re alright with our…with our arrangement for after you're married?”

Lizzie glanced at her, eyebrow raised. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Once it’s done, it won’t exactly be easy to back out of.”

“Yes, I know.” Lizzie splayed out her left hand, looking down at the glittering engagement ring on her finger. Lucy could only look at it for a moment before she had to glance away. “It’s all going to work itself out.”

Lucy examined her face closely. Something about the way that she said that last part had the fine hairs on the back of her arms standing on end. 

“Lizzie…” she spoke as gently as she could, terrified of accidentally setting her off. “You can’t force someone to love you. I don’t want you to go into this expecting that once the marriage license is signed he’ll just–”

“I know,” Lizzie cut her off, but Lucy did not really think that she did. There was a distant look on her face, a dreaminess as if she were lost in a faraway fantasy. One in which Lucy was certain that she did not exist and Tommy was falling over himself to kiss Lizzie’s feet. 

How many times had she attempted to get it through Lizzie’s head that she could not brute force Tommy into loving her the way that she wanted him to? Too many to count, at this point. There was not much more she could do but hope that Lizzie managed to figure it out for herself, and trust that she–like Tommy–could make her own decisions. 

“Okay,” she murmured, even though she felt anything but. 

∗ ∗ ∗

On the night before the wedding, it took nearly every ounce of willpower that Lucy had not to pack a bag and run far, far away. 

She felt sick with anxiety and guilt. Like a huge stone had been lodged in her gut. Polly’s words played on a loop inside her head, and the look of quiet hopefulness in Lizzie’s eyes flashed before her every time she shut her eyes. 

She had not mentioned the conversation she’d had with Polly to Tommy.

She knew that she probably should have, but she always hated it when he argued with any of his family because of her. So she kept her mouth shut, despite Polly’s words circling and festering in her mind. 

Would it not be better for everyone if she left? Tommy would not have to juggle prioritizing her along with Lizzie and everyone else, Ruby and Charlie would have a stable, normal household to grow up in, and Lizzie could finally have a shot at actually living out the fantasy she’d been dreaming of for years and years. No one in the family outside of Tommy would even miss her, and he could easily find a new assistant to replace her. There were plenty of qualified people, even amongst just the Blinders.  

“Lucy?”

She roused from her internal downward spiral at the sound of Tommy’s voice. He was standing in the middle of the bedroom, having already removed all his clothes save for his trousers, white button down shirt, and suspenders. He had his hands in his pockets, staring at her worriedly. When she looked up at him and he saw her face, he quickly came to sit beside her on the bed. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, carefully draping an arm around her. She let him pull her into his side, head coming to rest against his shoulder. 

“Mhm.”

“No, you’re not,” he argued back gently, lips finding the top of her head. “Worried about tomorrow?”

“Do you really think that this is a good idea?”

He frowned, confusion entering his eyes. “What? The wedding?”

She shook her head. “Us staying together.” 

The confusion morphed into panic. “What do you mean?”

Lucy swiped at her nose with the back of her hand, aware that she was about two seconds away from starting to cry. It felt like ever since the vendetta ended, most of what she did was either cry or mope around feeling sorry for herself. He must be so tired of having to comfort her all the damn time. 

Yet another thing to add to the list of improvements that her absence would bring: Tommy no longer would be burdened with having to take care of her. 

“Having an affair after you get married is a huge risk, Tommy. If someone finds out about it…it could ruin everything.”

Tommy drew back slightly to stare at her. His brows were pulled in, lips turning downwards, his gaze apprehensive and hurt. 

“Do you…” he swallowed hard, throat convulsing, and she realized that the question he was about to ask her was almost enough to bring him to tears. “Do you want to split up?”

“No. No; of course I don’t want to split up. I love you. But I don’t think that I could live with the guilt if I were the reason you lose everything you’ve worked so hard for.” She touched his face. “I don’t want to become a problem for you.”

His hand covered hers, squeezing against her knuckles. “You could never,” he said softly, leaning closer to bring their foreheads together. “It’ll be alright. We’ll be careful. Besides,” he angled his head to kiss her nose. “You think I’ll be the only MP having an affair? Most of them are sleeping with at least one other woman who’s not their wife. Hell, a lot of them have whole second families stashed away somewhere.”

He’d had her gather up dirt on a good many of his fellow MPs after he was elected. Just in case they ever needed to twist someone’s arm on something or ensure their silence on certain topics. She knew better than most the kinds of dirty secrets those men in their pompous, expensive suits and positions of power held close.  

“Listen,” Tommy wetted his lips, sitting up and taking a hold of both her shoulders. “If you really don’t want me to marry Lizzie, I won’t.”

“No, it’s fine…”

“If me marrying her means that I can’t be with you, then I won’t do it. You’re too important. I can’t lose you.”

She leaned closer, until their foreheads were touching, her fingertips laying upon his cheeks. “You have me. This marriage is what’s for the best. For you and Ruby.”

“Your happiness matters too.” 

She looked down with a sad smile. Sweet and gentle as his words were, they were hard to believe. Not when she’d put what was best for him over her being content every time.  

“Hey, look at me,” he coaxed her chin back up with his hand. “It does. It does. Ey?” He cradled the side of her face, thumb stroking her cheekbone. “We’re going to be just fine. I’ll make sure of it.”

She nodded shakily, breaths stuttering with the emotion inside her chest. 

“Come here,” he drew her closer, and she let her hands rest on his chest when he slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her in a way that was soft but impossibly deep, tongue stroking slowly into her mouth. 

She kissed him back, eager for him to drive away the storm inside her and silence the cruel voices in her own head. With a soft sound of desperation, Tommy’s hands went to her shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Lucy’s fingers found their way into his hair while he abandoned her lips to instead pepper kisses down her neck. His large hands were warm even through the material of her clothes. With a soft whine, Lucy pressed herself closer, chasing the heat of his touch. 

Soon as her shirt was fully open, he pushed it eagerly off of her shoulders, hands smoothing across her ribs. While he explored the newly exposed skin, she set to work getting him out of his own shirt, tossing the button down to join hers on the floor, then coaxing him to raise his arms enough so she could pull off the undershirt layered beneath. Tommy loosened the ties on her bra, pulling it away and almost immediately cupping both breasts in his hands, squeezing and massaging the globes of flesh, running his thumbs across her nipples until she trembled.

His mouth returned to hers, and as they kissed he got her out of her trousers and knickers and promptly manhandled her into his lap, an arm around her waist to help keep her balance. Their foreheads knocked clumsily against each other at their eagerness to steal more kisses, but neither seemed to care. 

By this time tomorrow, he would be married. Lucy wondered if moments like these with him would become a rare occurrence. Ones that she would have to hold dear and make the most of whenever she got the chance. 

As if reading her mind, Tommy pulled back just enough for their eyes to meet, thumb stroking her freckled cheek. 

“I’m always going to be yours. No matter what,” he said resolutely. 

Lucy felt a lump swell in her throat. “Don’t make me cry right now.”

His lips quirked up. “Sorry,” he kissed her again. “But I mean it.”

“I know. I know you do, love.” She found his lips once more, and he promptly banished any other thoughts of his impending nuptials with the opening of his mouth against hers, and the tender stroke of his hands down her back. 

After what happened to her during the vendetta, her back was covered in a mass of crisscrossed scars. Tommy’s hands traced the shape of them, as he had dozens of times before with both his hands and lips. The skin was more sensitive since the injuries that left it so mangled, and he kept his touch light and careful. 

Pressing down deeper into his lap, Lucy ground against the growing bulge in his trousers, earning herself a deep hiss. He tried to chase her when she drew back from their kisses, the small whine he released making her smile. 

Giving him a small, teasing smirk, she slid her hands down his body to fumble with his belt, Tommy lifting his hips dutifully to allow her to easily pull his trousers and briefs down his legs. 

His half hard cock sprang up, bobbing before her, and a low groan sounded from Tommy’s throat when she wrapped her hand around it, stroking him slowly to full hardness. As he swelled in her hand, she leaned forward to press kisses to his stomach, making her way lazily up his chest. Between her legs, her clit ached, her walls squeezing around nothing at the way his cock throbbed against her palm. 

The arm Tommy had around her waist gave her a small squeeze, readjusting her in his lap so that she could straddle one of his thighs. She moaned softly into his chest when she pressed down, grinding eagerly. Tommy hissed through his teeth at how wet she already was, her slick soaking his leg whilst she humped him. Peering up and seeing a sudden opportunity in their current position, Lucy settled her unoccupied hand on his ribs, dipping her head to suck one of his nipples into her mouth. He let out a startled grunt at the action, hips bucking into her hand of their volition. Lucy giggled, circling her tongue around him and enjoying the way he shivered as she bit lightly at the hardened peak. 

Letting him go with a small pop, she peered up at him innocently, probably looking far too pleased with herself at having caught him unawares. Tommy touched her cheek lightly, brows knitted in mock sternness that was greatly undercut by the sparkle in his eyes. 

“What was that for, eh?”

She shrugged, trying–and failing–to contain her grin as she gazed up at him. Tommy’s eyes narrowed playfully.

“You trying to get me to punish you, hm?” his hand stroked her face, and when his thumb passed across her lips, she nipped at it, snickering when he snatched it away.

“Always.”

His cock twitched in her hand, and she raised an amused eyebrow at him, taking note of the reaction.

“Get over here then,” he grunted, both hands landing on her hips. She bit her lip around her smile, letting him pull her into position over his cock. “Ready?”

She nodded, and he kissed her cheek, slowly guiding her down onto him. They both moaned at the stretch as she slowly took him into her inch by thick inch. 

“God, you’re always so tight,” burying his face in her neck, Tommy wrapped his arms around her. Lucy hummed, walls aching slightly at his considerable girth, giving herself a moment to adjust before she started to move. 

Tommy’s moans were low, his eyes lidded heavily whilst he watched her begin to bounce on him, hands situating to help guide her movements, their pace starting out slow. 

It was amazing how easily it was for her to realize just how silly she was being once his hands were on her. The way that he looked at her, with so much love and adoration brimming in his big blue eyes, was proof enough that he was just as unlikely as she was to be able to survive them being parted from each other. 

When he was there to help ground her, it was easier to quiet her insecurities and trust that he would ensure everything turned out alright. He cherished their relationship as much as she did; surely he would do everything within his power to keep it safe. 

It was when she was on her own, left with only her own thoughts to keep her company, without Tommy around to help balance out and quiet them, that she started to get into trouble. No matter how unreasonable and absurd she knew she was being, once she started to spiral, it was almost impossible for her to manage to stop it on her own. 

They’d learned that the hard way, during the holiday they took right after the vendetta was over, when they both nearly lost themselves to their ravaged minds. 

“Oh fuck, fuck. That feels good. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, Lucy,” Tommy groaned, eyes rolling in his head when she started to pick up the pace and swiveled her hips on him. His grip on her tightened, cheek resting against hers while his head tipped back.

“Close,” she warned, as if he couldn’t already tell from the way she was moaning into his neck, walls fluttering around him.  

With a growl, his hips rolled up more vigorously into her, hand sneaking between their bodies to find her clit.

“Oh…” her eyes screwed shut, orgasm so close she could almost taste it. “Please, please…”

“Hm? Please, what, pretty girl?”

She sobbed at the low octave his voice had dipped into, hands scrambling at his powerful shoulders. Tommy chuckled.

“Can’t give you what you want if you won’t tell me, sweetheart.”

“H-harder…”

“Harder, eh? You mean like this?” Hand splaying out firmly at the small of her back to keep her from falling off, he started to snap his hips up with more force, adding more pressure to her clit as he did. 

She could only answer with a moan, drawing scratch marks down his back. Tommy chuckled, the vibrations reverberating throughout his chest and rumbling pleasantly against her. 

It took only a handful more thrusts, and a kiss to her temple, and she came hard. It sent explosive bursts of color flashing across her eyes, entire body tensing and relaxing simultaneously with the force of her orgasm. She held onto Tommy for dear life, and without even really thinking, so overcome with pleasure and affection for him, she bit into his shoulder. 

Tommy let out a massive moan, eyes rolling at the sting of her teeth against his skin. And suddenly he was seizing her in his arms and rolling them. Her back hit the mattress, one of his strong palms cradling the back of her head and neck to protect them.     

He practically loomed over her, something wild and animalistic awakened in his eyes. Lucy couldn’t quite stop the gasp that left her lips at how the sudden position change emphasized just how much bigger he was than her. 

But it didn’t feel threatening. Not in the slightest. To her, Tommy would never truly seem scary or intimidating. When it came to her, he only ever offered protection and love. 

Biting her lip, she stared at the center of his chest. She probably wouldn’t have been able to even recall her own name had someone asked. She was too encompassed by the feelings of being both incredibly protected and aroused. 

With a growl that seemed to echo throughout the entire room, Tommy started thrusting into her wildly. Lucy gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him in tighter against her. 

“Fuck,” her eyes closed, head falling back as her hands moved from where they’d settled on his waist to instead smooth across his strong back, feeling the way his muscles clenched and shifted under his skin. Tommy chuckled when she reached down to briefly squeeze a handful of his ass, vibrations rumbling against her neck where his lips were pressing soft kisses and gentle nips. 

She could feel that he was drawing nearer to his release, his breaths stuttering in his chest, hips driving into hers desperately. He was entering her at an angle that had his pubic bone grinding against her clit with each thrust, and it did not take long for her to be teetering on the edge as well, walls starting to spasm around his twitching cock. 

“Shit,” Tommy grunted, hands fisting in the bedsheets on either side of her head. “Lucy.” He said her name like it was the most precious thing in the entire world, and she felt tears burn at the edges of her eyes. 

“Fill me up,” she half begged, head tipping back and eyes closing. Her second orgasm ripped through her with such ferocity that her legs twitched around Tommy’s waist, walls clamping down on him in a vice grip. 

Tommy cried out, one hand scrambling to seize hold of hers, lacing their fingers together and squeezing as he spilled his seed inside her. His forehead landed to rest on her temple, breaths heaving in his chest, hips thrusting lazily to prolong their pleasures until both were utterly spent.     

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Lucy stared up at the canopy covering the bed, Tommy’s weight comforting and heavy on top of her. He curled both arms underneath and around her, head turning to settle on her clavicle while his breathing returned to normal. She ran her fingers delicately through his soft dark hair, sighing when he pressed a delicate kiss to the hollow of her throat. 

When he finally did decide to move, it was to merely pull his softening cock out of her and maneuver them to lay on their sides facing each other. He always did worry about squishing her when she was under him. 

Lucy swallowed harshly when she looked into his eyes, his hand returning to its favorite pastime of stroking her face. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, tracing the shape of her lips. “I know that this whole thing is so fucking shitty for you, love.” The arm around her tightened, and he drew in a little closer to her. “Whatever you need from me to make it easier for you, please, just tell me. Don’t ever feel bad about it. You won’t be causing problems, or being selfish, I promise. I need to make sure that you’re okay.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, laying a hand on his waist, feeling his side expand with his breaths. 

“I mean it, if you really don’t want me to do this…”

“So long as Lizzie continues to be alright with our arrangement, I think it’ll be fine. It’s just going to take some getting used to at first.” 

“More for her than for you or me. Once the honeymoon is over, things will go mostly back to the way that they were before.”

“It still doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Tommy shrugged. “She agreed to it. And we’ve asked multiple times now if she’s still sure that she’s alright with the arrangement. She’s said yes every time.”

“She could still always change her mind.” The thought chilled Lucy to her core. What would they do if that happened? Tommy would be bound to her, unable to get away without creating an absolute shitshow. “Once the ink dries on that marriage license and the rings go on, she has you forever.” 

“No, she doesn’t.” Tommy propped himself up slightly, brows pulling together. His hand reached out for her face, taking firm hold of her cheek, thumb drawing across her cheekbone. “She doesn’t own me. I can make my own choices. We have made it as clear as we can what she is getting herself into. If she does change her mind, as far as I’m concerned, that’s her problem. Not ours. She’ll have to decide if she can live with what she agreed to or not. Rings can be taken off, love. If they have to be.”

“We both know that it’s not that simple.”

“Hey,” his grip tightened, forcing her to meet his worried eyes. “It doesn’t have to be forever.” 

Face creasing in confusion, she searched his eyes. “What do you mean?”

Tongue darting out to wet his lips, Tommy swallowed. “Well, after I retire from politics, or after Ruby comes of age, or when society becomes more accepting about things like divorce–”

She gaped at him. “You can’t possibly be serious.”

“Why not?”

“So, what? You just divorce her when the time is right?”

“Yes.”

“And then what?”

He shrugged. “And then…you and I could get married, if that’s what you wanted,” her heart did a little swoop. “Or we could carry on as we have before. Whatever you want.” 

“If you wait until Ruby is of age, that’s almost twenty years,” she frowned, suddenly deeply aware of her own thirty-three years. “You aren’t gonna want me anymore when I’m all old and wrinkly.”

“I’ll always want you.” 

“You make it really hard to argue with you when you’re being so bloody charming.”

He grinned, thumb running along her cheekbone. “Sorry,” he said, though he very obviously was not. He took hold of her face with both hands. “I know how bloody selfish it is to ask you to wait for me–”

“I’ll wait,” she said, without hesitation. His gaze softened, leaning down to kiss her deeply in gratitude.

“Thank you,” he dropped his face to peck her bare shoulder. “It isn’t forever. Remember that. And if we need to end it prematurely–if you need me to end it prematurely–even if the timing isn’t ideal, I’ll do it. Just say that word.” Leaning back, he cocked his head, suddenly very serious. “She doesn’t have me. You have me. Always.”

She started to sniffle. “I told you not to make me cry.”

He stroked away her tears and then engulfed her in a tight hug, her cheek squishing into his chest. “Sorry,” he said again, this time much more genuine. She shook her head against his apology, burrowing closer. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Lucy.” His cheek adjusted against her head. “Promise you will tell me if you’re having trouble in here,” he tapped the crown of her head and stroked her curls, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I don’t like the thought of you suffering in silence when I could help.”

“I don’t want to be all clingy and cause you more problems—“

“You and your needs are never a problem,” he leaned back, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. “And maybe I like you clingy.”

She snorted quietly at that. “It’s going to be hard to be away from you for so long.” The honeymoon was only planned to last a week, but it was easily the longest they’d ever been away from each other. 

Tommy let out a pained sound. “I really don’t want to go.”

She touched his jaw, trying to soothe him. “You might have fun…”

“She’s making us go to fucking Paris, Lucy.”

“I know,” she said softly. Her eyebrows had nearly risen all the way up to her hairline when Lizzie had announced Paris as the location she wanted them to honeymoon in. It made her wonder how Lizzie could claim that she knew Tommy at all, when she couldn’t even seem to understand why he might not be particularly thrilled to go anywhere located in France. “It’s just for a week,” she tried to convince herself as much as him. 

“We can talk on the phone.”

“Oh, she’ll love that.”

He shrugged. “That’s the price she pays for not wanting you to come.”

“Mm,” Lucy hummed, touching his face affectionately. Silence fell over them, just staring into each other’s eyes, caressing the other’s cheeks and jaws tenderly. 

“You still have my soul, you know?” she remarked, voice seeming very quiet in the otherwise dark stillness of the room. The first gift she ever gave him, presented at their first official meeting, during the deal that began the merging of their two beings into one. Please, don’t throw it away.  

Tommy’s hand took hold of one of hers, guiding it to press against his chest above his heart. “And you still have my heart.” Please, don’t break it, his eyes begged. Lucy swallowed at the memory of the night he offered it to her, as an equal trade for the soul she’d already relinquished to him. 

He urged her face up to look at him, her wide green eyes meeting his icy blue ones. He kissed her softly, so much raw emotion packed into the brush of their lips that she nearly broke down into hysterical sobs right there in his arms. 

“We’re going to be okay.”

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[lustbile]

For some reason today I have possessive thoughts about John. Like you're partying and random annoying human start flirting with him. Idk how I would react to that tbh...I wanna think that I would kiss him in front of this human or like somehow show he's mine, but tbh I feel like I would just be sad and nervous😭😭😭

Do you still doing blurbs? If yes I need something...smutty as usual🥺

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so sorry this took me so long. I went more of a possessive route for both reader and johnny because I love possessive freaks, so I hope you enjoy

Warnings: jealousy, grumpy reader, public

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You try not to let the jealousy that rises in your chest show on your face. You want to be mature and level headed about the situation, but the alcohol that swims through your veins makes your body flush in irritation as you watch the unfamiliar woman drape across your boyfriend. 

You can see the way he cringes at the attention, his shoulders tense as he tries to put distance between them, but you assume she’s more inebriated than you as she seems to struggle to get the hint. 

You put on the best faux smile you can manage as you walk towards them, Johnny’s awkward laughter hitting your ears as he tries to let her down easy. He notices you quickly, throwing you an exasperated look as you get closer, and you hate how annoyed you feel when the woman doesn’t seem deterred by his attention being placed elsewhere. 

“Hello, my love,” you speak loudly over the music, interrupting whatever flirtatious words that were slipping past her lips as you push his drink into his hand quickly. You take advantage of your now free hand to grab at his jaw and pull him into an obnoxiously deep kiss, before you turn to the woman with a smile drenched in phony concern, “am I interrupting something?”

You hear the huff of amusement Johnny lets out behind you, his hand moving to curl around your waist as you stand in front of him possessively. You tilt your head as your eyebrow bounces up, staring at her with a challenging glint in your eye, until she mutters out a simple whatever, before she steps away. 

You’re still glaring at her retreating form when Johnny places his chin on your shoulder, “never knew you were the jealous type,” he teases, his voice making you jump slightly before you sink back into him, “it’s a hot look on you.”

“I don’t like sharing,” you confirm, your voice almost coming out as a growl as you bring your drink to your now pouting lips. 

“No one’s asking you to share,” he reassures, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear with a soft peck, “I’m all yours.”

“I know,” you say with a clipped tone, turning your head until you can look into his wide eyes, “m’just making sure everyone else knows too.”

“Oh you’re so feisty tonight,” he laughs in pure enjoyment, walking you backwards until his back presses against the wall, “I like this side of you.”

You grumble as he keeps you pressed against his chest, his hand smoothing up and down your side as he dips his head to kiss your throat. The woman is lost to the crowd now and completely gone from your line of sight, but that doesn’t stop the way you still stare at where she once stood. 

You stand stoically against him, hiding the way his hands make you warm, until he nips at your jaw and forces you to pull in a sharp intake of air. Your hand was already wrapped tightly around your drink, denting the plastic cup inward, but when he starts to suck gently at your skin, you feel your grip tighten even more. 

“I wanna be the good boyfriend and tell you that you never need to be jealous of anyone,” he starts, his hand slipping down to push against your lower stomach, “and even though it’s the truth, I can’t say I’m not a little turned on right now.”

You huff out his name as he punctuates his words with his fingers twisting into the fabric of your dress, your voice scandalized as he tugs at it until the fabric slips higher up your thighs. You move your free hand down to wrap around his wrist, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to stop his movements. 

“Stop,” you command weakly as his strength overpowers yours. He ignores you for a moment, pulling your dress higher, until his hand shoots down until he can press his fingers between your thighs. 

“Why?” He asks innocently, as if he’s doing nothing wrong, “you got to prove that I belong to you, it’s my turn now.”

You squirm as he presses against your clit through your underwear, dragging against the damping fabric in small circles. He tilts his hips roughly, grinding his growing bulge against your ass shamelessly, and you feel the jealousy slip from your body and get replaced by anxious anticipation. 

“People will see,” you argue, the dark of the club and the bodies writhing around you only doing so much to conceal you. 

“That’s the point.”

You feel your drink splash over the edge of your cup, the sticky and sweet cocktail you had ordered sticking to your shaking hand. You twist your hips against him, fighting his touch halfheartedly, until he lays his palm flat against you and rubs against you harshly. 

You gasp when you feel his fingers prodding at the damp spot that formed on your underwear, his digits dipping to push the wet fabric into you as he grunts in appreciation. You’re hyper aware of your surroundings, the strange man only a few feet in front of you who turns his head in curiosity making you tense and whine, but when he loses interest quickly and returns to his conversation without question, you let out a soft sigh of relief. 

He starts fucking you shallowly, pushing the fabric deeper and deeper inside of you until your hips start rocking against him. You feel your entire body flush in embarrassment, the way he toys with you so proudly making you want to shrink, but when he digs the heel of his hand into your clit, all you can do is whine and claw at his skin. 

You glance down hesitantly, the way the dancing lights bounce off his tensing muscles making you feel dizzy, and the sight of your dress bunched around your hips making your jaw fall open. The sticky warm air of the room clings to your skin, your arousal and heated breath adding to the humidity around you, and when he pushes his foot between yours to kick your legs further apart, you can’t stop the soft sob that falls from your lips. 

Your head falls back over his shoulder when he starts to lick at your neck, his voice coming out gruff as he mumbles possessive claims of owning your body fully, and you feel dirty and exposed as the bass shakes the floor beneath your feet. 

“Are you gonna come?” He asks bluntly as he scrapes his teeth along your skin, pushing his hand tighter against your clit, “gonna ruin those pretty little panties when anyone could look over and see you?”

You can only groan in response, your legs shaking as the knot in your stomach tightens. You bite harshly down on your lip, trying to muffle the sounds that threaten to claw out from the back of your throat, but when he pushes your underwear aside and slips his fingers against your slick skin, you lose your sense completely. 

“Do you think she can see you?” He asks with a taunting tone, reminding you of the woman before and making anger light up in your chest again, “do you think she’s watching us and just wishing she could be in your place?”

You scratch long burning red marks up his arm, reveling in the way he hisses in pleasured pain, before you squeeze at him to hold yourself steady. You hate him for bringing her up, reminding you of what got you in this position in the first place, but the idea of her watching you and seeing what she can never have makes the stimulation he subjects you to hit even harder. 

“Come, baby,” he demands, abusing your clit with quick swipes as he coaxes you closer and closer to the edge, “show everyone what they can never have.”

Your body follows his command immediately, your muscles tensing as you come against his fingers. Your back curves deeply and you hear the broken sounds that slip off your tongue as you’re completely wrapped in pleasure. 

“That’s it,” he encourages, toying with you as he watches the way your face twists with intense eyes, “you’re all mine.”

[chadillacboseman]

if I may ask (if your requests are open 🥺), how do the cod boys react to the reader sticking their cold hands on them (:<

I have cold hands all the time 😭

SUPERB REQUEST

- Price sees it coming from a mile away. Gives you the "Don't you goddamn dare!" And tries to dodge it.

- Makes a loud hissing noise through his teeth when you finally get him.

You move stealthily through the kitchen, your ice cold hands brandished like weapons as you watch John's back. He's standing at the sink washing his favorite mug, humming quietly, his mind elsewhere.

He's a soldier, though, and his senses are sharper than the average man's. He detects you in his peripheral vision when you're within a few feet, but he thinks nothing of it.

"Cold enough out there?" He glances up from the sink just long enough to lay eyes on your outstretched hands and makes the connection immediately, "Oh no- don't you goddamn dare!"

You corner him against the counter and snake your hands past his defenses, up his shirt and onto his stomach.

John hisses like a cornered snake and fights the urge to use his full strength to toss you backward, "Fucks sake they're like ice!"

You erupt into a fit of laughter and he scowls, wincing as you flip your hands over to warm the backs on a new spot on his chest.

"I'm buyin' you a better pair of mittens."

- Gaz acts like it's no big deal. Dares you to do it because "it's not that bad".

- Lets out an absolutely insane high-pitched yelp when you do it and jerks away. The movement is almost dance-like and you never let him live it down.

"Do it, then," Kyle shrugs and lifts his shirt to reveal his bare stomach, "Can't be that bad, can it?"

You don't argue, instead outstretching your frigid fingers and splaying them across his skin. His abs clench at your touch and you sense that, perhaps, he has realized his mistake.

Kyle yelps like a dog that's been struck, leaping away from you and swatting your hands from his stomach.

"Are you even human?" He cries as he examines the spot where your hands were. He looks as if he expects there to be frostbite in their wake, "That can't be healthy."

- Soap is just as likely to be putting his cold hands on you when you try to do it to him.

- If you're in bed and you put your cold feet on his back, though? He's nearly flying out of the bed. He vows to get revenge.

"Come to bed," Johnny watches you as you bother with your hair in the mirror, "Ya look beautiful."

You hum in response and climb in next to him. He has his back turned to you, fiddling with his phone on the charger, little curses falling from his lips as he tries to find the wall outlet behind the bed.

Your feet are freezing, as they often are when the weather turns cold. You rub them together in futility, trying to warm them, when an idea strikes you.

It's a quick movement, swinging your feet up to his back and snaking them under the hem of his loose t-shirt. Johnny barely has time to ponder your intentions when he's arching away from you with a yell and a string of curses, half of them in language you don't understand.

"You're evil, ya know that?" He swats your feet away and you grin widely, "You just wait. You'll get yours!"

[planetdream]

okay but imagine teasing changbin all night in front of his friends to get him to fuck you in their dorm but he thinks it’s too risky. you’re doing the most so he has to give in after you text him that you want to have him in your throat and feel his thick dick in you. after reading that, changbin takes you to his room, pins you against the door, grabs your throat, and thrusts into you hard while telling you to keep your dirty mouth shut so no one hears you. oh and he calls you a slut for even making him do it while his friends are in the house but he secretly fucking loves it

😩😩😩

babe this ask made me SCREAM when i first saw it 😭😭😭 bc this is my favoriteeee shit to write about (and do LOL) so as a brat, i love brats 🥺🥺

so anyways bestie... u ruined me and inspired me... this was originally supposed to be a lil 300-word drabble but as you can see below the word count is well over 300 :) (also idk what to title this, if anything)

words: 1063 this post contains: smut [degradation. spit. daddy kink. dom!changbin + brat!reader. spanking. squirting] reader wears a skirt

no bc changbin is sooo cautious about fucking in the dorms (or whatever since they moved 😭😭). no matter how much he just wants to take you to his room and bend you over, he can't. of course, he's extra touchy with you around the guys, yes, but it rarely exceeds kisses and very very light petting.

and he thinks he's going to fucking die because you're pulling every single bratty trick out of the book to get him to fuck you. barely knows whether he should be mad, horny, or laugh. eventually just avoiding you for the night, even though he's always right next to you (don't speak to him because he won't answer but also let him cuddle with you ☹️). but eventually, you accept that your efforts have failed (and that you'll get fucked the next time the two of you are alone), and go elsewhere in the house.

eventually finding yourself in his room, a marvelous idea pops into your head to text him a bunch of naughty shit. that you want him in your throat and other things about how you want to feel his cum leaking out of your pussy. eventually sending him a very explicit picture followed by the text: "look how wet i am for you daddy. wouldn't it be fun to fuck me full of your cum?".

changbin looks at his phone after all the buzzing, in the midst of a conversation with jisung. let's just say jisung may or may not have seen anything (he played it off but...still) and poor binnie snaps, excuses himself from the conversation and stomps his way to his room. the door is slammed just as quickly as it opened and changbin wastes no time flipping you onto your stomach and flipping up your skirt to slap your ass. then, grabs your hips to position you better; face down, ass up.

"made it so fucking hard for me not to bend you over and fuck you in front of them, did you know that?" another smack at your ass. "i hope you had fun pulling all those stunts, baby."

"i did, daddy" you laugh and changbin pauses, sighing. he thinks he's become lightheaded. takes a deep breath and exhales, hand coming down at your ass five more times. the sting felt like instant relief, this is what you needed.

"such a filthy fucking slut for making me do this." his hand rubs over where he smacked you, before hooking into your panties, pulling them to the side.

his breath gets caught in his throat at your wet you are, wetness getting caught on your panties. he spreads you open, spitting into your slit then tracing his thumb down to your clit. you shudder at the feeling, getting a bit too caught up in bliss—not only the feeling of changbin touching you but the warmth of him. knowingly, changbin decides to bring to back to life, a harsh smack at your cunt.

"shut the fuck up," he starts. a gasp comes from your lips, and his hand strikes back down at your cunt. "don't wanna hear your fucking mouth."

he continues what he was doing before the interruption, thumb circling at your clit. he's honest to god mesmerized by your pussy, caught in a daze. he craves to taste you but wants to be inside you more than anything. his mind is cloudy, originally set on your punishment—whatever it may have been—but before he knows it, his lips are around your clit, sucking you in, hands spreading you open for him.

he's lost in your taste while you're lost in the feeling of his tongue swirling on your clit. but he's brought back when you can't contain your moans any longer. pulling himself away from you, but not checking you for breaking your only rule. no, he's in too deep for that right now.

he pulls away from you to rid himself of his pants and underwear, cock hard. he comes up behind you, a hand on your ass, the other around his shaft, slapping his cock against your cunt. you jump a bit at the feeling, biting your lip to contain your moans after the previous slip up.

sick of his own teasing, he finally slips himself into you—slowly inching himself deeper into you. and once he bottoms out he sighs in relief. you practically draw blood in an attempt to keep yourself silent but yelp when he slides out a bit and slides back in, nudging at your spot.

"since you don't know how to shut the fuck up," he grabs you by your arms, pulling you up towards his chest. one hand around your neck and the other covering your mouth. "i'm starting to think you want them to hear you,"

driving his cock into you, you pulse around his cock, painting it in your juices. begging for a release. "i don't think you deserve to cum. don't even think you deserve my cum."

and your cunt squeezes around his cock beyond your control, perhaps in a plea for him to give you his cum. a plea to let you cum. he can't do anything but laugh at your desperation. changbin would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this moment. the (almost) pseudo-secrecy of it all, as he's sure they've heard you by now—you're practically crying into his palm. the only thing on your mind is changbin.

he submits to his mind, increasing his speed as he fucks up into you. "cum."

in that instant you cum around his cock, repeating his name into the palm of his hand. body full of heat from his hold on you, tears and sweat mixing together. he continues to rock into you, fucking you through your high and into the beginning of overstimulation as he reaches his own. cunt leaking around his cock, dripping onto his bed as he fucks his cum into you. the hand that was around your throat coming down to slap at your clit repeatedly.

"a fucking mess, wanted me to fuck you that bad?" he groans, cock painfully hard. he already came, but he can't help the feeling of fucking himself inside of you. "so fucking sexy"

he slowly pulls out, gently letting you go and placing you on the bed. "let's get you cleaned up. you're still in trouble though."

[thymeeandspace]

How Does Your First Kiss Go?

Feat. Dazai

Gosh this took me so much longer than it should've. There were supposed to be way more characters, but Tumblr started freaking out on me and I don't have the patience to wait for it. I promise the others will get their hcs soon, and im sorry that its so short😭

I think even though Dazai is a very chaotic, dramatic person, your first kiss would be very sweet. Just because he messes with you all the time doesn't mean he wants to mess this moment up.

You two had come back from some job against the Port Mafia. Dazai had come out mostly unscathed, but you, who's ability is more focused on the Detective part of your organization's name and less of the Armed come out of it sporting a bullet wound in the left shoulder and a few scuffs all around your body.

You were humiliated to say Dazai had to support you all the way back to Yosano.

You were sitting on the top of the Agency's roof, a small hangout area had been set up here for when a member needed to get away for a while—which you clearly needed.

The stars were beautiful tonight. If you looked hard enough, you were sure you could see the constellation Aquila. You took a sharp breath, letting it out slowly.

It was fine. Dazai wouldn't care, he knows you have abilities elsewhere that might as well rival his, right? And it's not like his opinion matters anyway, I mean, he's just some sort of crush. He doesn't even remember, you're all healed and it's over.

"Your arm feeling alright, (Y/n)?"

Oh great, speak of the devil.

Dazai has somehow made it to the spot next to you while you were deep in thought, leaning his elbow on the table in front of you both.

"Oh, uh, hey Dazai. Yeah, my arm's good."

Wow, you are awful at this. Please quit while you're ahead.

Dazai chuckles, leaning a bit closer to you in the booth you two shared, eyes narrowing. Every bit of awkwardness you had felt when he half-carried you back to the Agency, trying to hold back your tears in front of him, comes rushing back to your face. Your cheeks color, and you have to look away.

"The stars are so pretty tonight, aren't they?" You blurt

This does not count as quitting while you're ahead.

You don't look back on Dazai, hoping that if you just keep staring at the stars he'll leave and you can mourn your dignity in peace.

"Do you know the story of Orihime and Hokiboshi?" He asks suddenly.

"What?"

Dazai doesn't faulter. "The story of Orihime and Hokiboshi. Its said that these two were once lovers, but they neglected their heavenly duties after marriage and Orihime's father, furious, separated them. They were only able to meet once a year. You can see the two lovers as stars around midnight during the summer."

His voice is soft, as gentle as the breeze that tousles your hair. You feel Dazai's hand envelope yours and he takes your hand, putting it towards the sky.

"Do you see that? It's the star Vega, supposedly that's Orihime. And Altair—" Dazai moves your hand over to end just before a bright, glowing star. "—is right here. That's Hokiboshi. We celebrate their meeting during Tanabata."

"The star festival," you finish, cheeks warm. Dazai is against your side, empty hand draped around your waist. His body is warm like the summer and you can hear the faint motion of his breathing.

"Let's go together."

You look over at him suddenly. "What?"

Dazai turns to you. "I said let's go to Tanabata together. It'll be fun, I promise. And if not..."

That's when he kisses you. It's gentle and soft, the press of his lips against yours. A spark jolts through your body, and your press back into Dazai. It's over just as quickly as it began, and there's a new shimmer in Dazai's brown eyes as he pulls away and stands up.

"I can just make it worth your while afterwards."

And with that, Dazai leaves you dumbfounded under the starry night sky.