#also just wanted to tell you all something

[gospelica]

"what's this 'bout a boy?"

your pervy uncle sukuna has you bent over his knee like you're about to be spanked. but rather than hit the flesh of your ass with his calloused hands, he's plunging two fingers meanly into your cunt like you deserve a punishment :(

it's not your fault! you want to say that, to beg for him to go easy on you but every time you open your pretty lips to speak all that comes out is desperate moans and pleads for more. he curls his fingers inside of you every now and then, makes you see stars just to pull that pleasure from you!

you can't be too loud, though, your parents are only in the other room. uncle sukuna is meant to be here for a family dinner, one in which he'll exchange weird jabs with your father and make your mother turn her nose up all the while he's digging nails into your thigh under the table. you haven't seen him in months now, not since the last time he visited and you ended face-down-ass-up on your pretty comforter taking his cock so deep you forgot your own name.

as if you could settle for boys your age after a taste of him.

sukuna stops his movements and, with his free hand, forces your chin up to look at him the best you can from where you're bent over his knee. "fuckin' answer me. who's the boy?"

"no one!"

"lying brat, you want me to make you cry again?"

uncle sukuna had overheard an exchange between you and your mother when he first showed up. you were telling him about a boy from your college classes that had asked you out: sweet, well mannered, probably a bore in the bedroom. your mother encouraged it, because of course she thinks you're rather lonely. after all, you've never brought a man home! she just doesn't know it's because your uncle would find a way to make his murder as cruel as possible... :(

"'m not even interested in him," you have to breathe through your mouth, squeezing around sukunas fingers which are still stalled inside of you. "he asked me out. i said no. i can't... i can't be with other guys now that i have you."

there's silence. you know your uncle doesn't like that sappy shit. he's the type to fuck you rough and mean and leave you shaking just to throw a teasing 'love you' over his shoulder as he's leaving, just to watch your eyes widen as you stand between your oblivious parents. but you also know that he's possessive. that he'll do anything he can to stake his claim on you, though because of the secrecy of your relationship that usually means inhibiting your ability to sit down without wincing for a week.

"what, you think i'm your boyfriend or something?" his fingers start up again, making your pussy squelch as he thrusts them into you at a newer, meaner pace. "got some news for you about our relationship, brat."

"no i know," you gasp as he curls his fingers up again. you're so close, so fucking close it hurts. you're digging your nails into his leg though he doesn't seem to mind at all. "still. don't want anyone else... fuuuuck, uncle sukuna, right there, please.."

you think he laughs. or maybe moans as you definitely break skin with how hard you're digging into him. he speeds up, starts rubbing your needy little clit in fast circles until you're trying to keep quiet when your orgasm crashes over you.

"look at you, talking bout boys when you can't even last with two of my fingers inside this little cunt. fucking pathetic."

he pulls his fingers out just to sharply pinch your clit before moving you to better sit on his strong lap. "i'll drive you to classes tomorrow."

you're a little too stupid from your orgasm to get his point. "what?"

"no one knows i'm your uncle. hell, you hardly knew me yourself til i started showing up. i'll drive you, walk you in, show everyone you're spoken for."

"am i spoken for?"

"tch. don't play fuckin' dumb."

[foxtrology]

sweet sweet baby (since you've been gone)

harry castillo x reader

series

warnings: no y/n, 28 year age gap, female reader.

The last time he had gone up to a woman was at a wedding reception and it ended terribly for him.

Lucy was her name.

He had thought she was the one. All the time they had spent together, all the nights he held her, it was all for nothing. In the end he was the one left behind while she and that broke fucking waiter—oh how much he hated that broke waiter with a fucking passion—ran off into the sunset all happily.

John.

John was his name. Living in a rundown studio apartment with a struggling college student as a roommate. Yeah, what a fucking life she decided to choose.

He still follows her on Instagram.

An Instagram she begged for him to have. He valued his privacy. Being a successful CEO had its perks but it also had his downsides. Privacy was a major downside. He's lucky if a week has gone by without The New York Times calling his office.

Something he should've done a long time ago was delete Instagram and move on from Lucy, but of course he loves to make things more difficult for himself.

19lucy89 has posted a photo!

He should've at least turn off the notifications notifying him of her posting but he couldn't do it. He still wasn't over her. Scrolling on the social media app had him scoffing.

She had posted a photo of her and that broke waiter kissing.

"Whiskey neat."

Harry slips his phone back into his pocket, thanking the bartender. Sliding off the barstool, he glances at all the couples around him. He rolls his eyes.

Since when is everyone fucking dating? Everywhere he goes it's always a couple canoodling. It pisses him off.

Getting back to his table, Danny slaps Harry on his back as he sits down. He cringes as the hand hits his back. He's always had back problems but never acknowledged them.

Not until Lucy. She made him start seeing a chiropractor.

But since she's out of his life, he has been ignoring his pains and ignoring his chiropractor’s calls. She didn't care anymore so why should he.

"Dude Vanessa and everybody are going to an afterparty—"

"Is this not an afterparty?" Harry furrows his brows, interrupting his partygoer friend.

Danny shakes his head playfully, scoffing. "Any excuse to continue drinking, am I right?"

He really didn't want to spend another hour at a party. He's 54 for god's sake, he done.

He's old. He's an old man.

He gets cranky if he doesn't go to sleep at a certain time, he gets aggravated when he pushes paperwork aside leaving it to the last minute, he hated pleasing his friends who have been trying to get him out more ever since the whole Lucy thing happened.

He's leaving, he wants to go home.

"I think I'll be heading—" Then his phone vibrating in his coat pocket stops him.

Maybe Lucy texted him?

Fuck he's so delusional.

"Actually I'm gonna head out. I have a lot of paperwork." Harry stands up, pulling out his phone.

Danny furrows his brows at his friend.

"But you didn't even touch your drink?"

Harry tells him he has liquor at his place, he can finish his drink at home, not here. He doesn't bother to say any goodbyes to any of his friends. They won't remember it anyways.

He hurriedly swipes open his phone as the cold air hits his face.

19lucy89 has added onto their stories!

Clicking onto her profile made him sick.

He should have deleted Instagram.

He should have blocked her.

But he wasn't strong enough.

She posted a video.

Though it wasn't just any other video. The video showed John on his left knee holding up a ring.

He was fucking proposing.

It was like his whole world came tumbling down.

He had never felt this sick in his life.

Harry used to hate the way rich people would talk about money. They used to say money isn't everything, how it doesn't solve anything and it isn't happiness.

He begged to differ.

He didn't grow up with much. His mother struggled especially.

She was sick and wasn't financially stable for treatment so she died.

He used to think that if they had money she would still be here.

He never told anyone about it. Never spoke about the situation, he always tried to ignore it. Until Lucy came around.

She was the only person he confided in. He cried in her arms.

He didn't understand how she could just leave so easily. He remembers the night she told him, they were in the kitchen when she spoke the truth about how she was still in love with John.

She had said that he was the one that got away and that they needed each other.

She packed up her clothes and left his penthouse.

And that was it.

And now he’s standing outside The Met at 54 years old, pathetically hung up on a woman who left him for some broke waiter in a studio apartment that probably has one fucking bathroom.

A couple bumping into him made him come back to earth. He mutters an apology for blocking the entrance.

Another fucking couple.

He shoves his phone into his pocket with too much force, rolling his shoulders as he takes the steps two at a time, the cold air biting against his skin.

Only Vanessa Garnier would throw a goddamn dinner party at The Met.

He needs to go home.

Needs to drink.

Needs to pretend he didn’t just witness the woman he once loved agreeing to marry a broke fucking waiter.

Harry is already pissed off as he stomps down the Met steps. He’s just trying to leave this godforsaken party, get home, and drown himself in whiskey while pretending he doesn’t care about Lucy’s engagement.

Then—he sees her.

She’s sitting on the steps wrapped up in her own world, scrolling her phone.

She’s alone. Not giggling into her phone like the socialites inside, not throwing herself at men with trust funds bigger than their personalities.

Just…sitting.

And for some reason, it annoys him.

"You’re in my spot."

It wasn't his spot but he was annoyed.

Maybe he was annoyed of seeing people who aren't miserable like him.

She barely looks up.

Just a quick flick of her eyes from her phone to the man standing in front of her, assessing him in a single glance before exhaling softly through her nose—unimpressed and unbothered.

That should have been the end of it.

But it wasn’t.

Since he was already irritated, already on edge, already a step away from either throwing his phone into the street or smashing it against the nearest wall—he stood there, waiting for a reaction that didn’t come.

Nothing.

No wide eyes.

No forced politeness.

No recognition.

Just a woman sitting on the steps of The Met, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, scrolling through her phone like he wasn’t even there.

His jaw ticked.

"Did you hear me?"

She sighed—actually sighed—as if he was the one disturbing her.

Well he kind of was.

Finally, she lifted her head, phone still in her hand, her gaze settling on him with all the enthusiasm of someone being asked to do a survey on the street.

"Yeah. I heard you."

His brow furrowed. He waited.

She didn’t move.

Didn’t shift.

Didn’t apologize.

Didn’t give him an inch of what he was used to—deference, nervous laughter, people scrambling to please him just because of who he was.

Instead, she blinked once slow and deliberate before tilting her head slightly to the side.

"Pretty sure the city owns these steps."

Harry clenched his teeth.

Of course.

Of course, he’d have to deal with this tonight.

This was not his night.

This was not his fucking night.

He didn’t even know why he was still standing there, why he hadn’t just turned and left. He should be in his car by now, should be halfway home with a drink already in his hand.

But for some reason he wasn’t.

For some reason he sat down instead.

A slow, deliberate movement. A shift of his coat as he lowered himself onto the step beside her, his knee brushing against the fabric of her own red coat as he exhaled sharply.

Her brow lifted slightly, her grip on her phone tightening for a moment as if she was considering whether to acknowledge his presence or simply ignore him altogether.

She settled on the latter.

Good.

Fine.

He didn’t want to talk anyway.

Harry leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, staring out at the street with the same burning resentment that had been sitting in his chest since he walked out of that party.

Another fucking couple passed by.

Laughing. Whispering. Holding hands like they were the only two people in the world.

His grip tightened around his knee. His mouth pressed into a firm thin line.

He should be at home.

He should be anywhere but here.

Instead, he was sitting on the cold steps of The Met beside a stranger who didn’t care that he was Harry fucking Castillo.

He scoffed.

The sound must have been louder than he intended, because this time—she looked at him.

Actually looked at him.

Not just a glance. Not just a flicker of vague recognition before returning to her phone.

No—she studied him, just for a second.

And then…the corner of her mouth twitched.

Not a smile. Not exactly. But close enough.

Close enough for something inside of him to tighten, for his stomach to knot in that irritating way he didn’t like.

She turned back to her phone.

"Rough night?"

He huffed out a sharp breath, shaking his head adjusting his tie even though it wasn’t loose.

"Something like that."

She hummed. Hummed. Like she wasn’t even surprised.

Like she already knew that about him.

Like she had already figured him out.

His teeth clenched.

She didn’t know him.

She didn’t know anything about him.

"What?" His voice was sharper than intended.

She barely reacted. Just tapped her thumb against her screen, scrolling absentmindedly before murmuring

"Nothing."

But it wasn’t nothing.

It was something.

It was definitely fucking something.

Harry exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his exhaustion settle deeper into his bones.

This night was never going to end, was it?

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

The sounds of the city hummed around them. Car horns. Distant conversations. The occasional roar of an engine as someone sped down Fifth Avenue.

And then—

"You gonna sit here all night?"

Harry turned his head slightly, catching the amused glint in her eyes as she finally looked at him again.

"Depends," he muttered. "You gonna move?"

She smirked. "Nope."

He exhaled.

Rolled his shoulders.

Ignored the way something unsettled was shifting in his chest.

"Guess I’m staying, then."

And for the first time in a long time—he didn’t mind.

That realization alone should have pissed him off. Should have made him get up, adjust his coat, and leave like he had originally planned.

But he stayed.

The cold air pressed against his skin, sneaking beneath his collar, curling around his fingers where they rested against his knee. The whiskey from earlier still burned slightly in the back of his throat, though it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, to settle the restless storm churning inside his chest.

The silence stretched.

Not an uncomfortable one, surprisingly. But an unfamiliar one.

People didn’t let silence sit with him. They filled it, rushed to fix it, scrambled to find something clever or charming or useful to say because people who sat next to him were always trying to get something from him.

The woman sitting next to him, scrolling through her phone like he wasn’t even there. Like he was just another insignificant part of the city.

That part should have pissed him off.

But it didn’t.

It intrigued him.

He tilted his head slightly, just enough to catch the faint reflection of her screen. Not because he cared what she was looking at—he didn’t—but because he needed a distraction. Any distraction.

A taxi app.

She was waiting for a ride.

She was leaving.

Good.

Great.

That meant he wouldn’t have to sit here much longer, wouldn’t have to keep pretending like this wasn’t some strange, unexplainable moment in his otherwise predictable night.

He could go home, pour himself a drink, scroll through Lucy’s Instagram like a fucking idiot, and pretend he wasn’t still furious.

But—

He didn’t want her to leave.

Not yet.

Not before he figured out why the hell he was still sitting here.

Not before he figured out why she wasn’t miserable like him.

His gaze flicked to her hands, the way she tapped at her screen absentmindedly like she wasn’t in a hurry, wasn’t anxious about the time, wasn’t dreading the ride home.

He wanted to ask where she was going.

He didn’t.

Instead, he spoke before he thought.

"Where do you live?"

She didn’t react at first.

Just kept scrolling.

Then without looking up.

"That’s a weird thing to ask a stranger."

Harry exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly.

"You’re waiting for a cab."

Finally, she turned to him, brow raised. "And?"

He rolled his shoulders, voice even. "I’ll take you home."

A beat of silence.

Then—

She laughed.

Not a giggle. Not a polite chuckle. A real, unfiltered laugh.

Like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

Harry’s expression did not change.

"I wasn’t joking."

That just made her laugh harder.

She shook her head, lips twitching as she locked her phone and slid it into her pocket, finally—finally—giving him her full attention.

"You, a man who I met ten minutes ago, are offering to take me home."

Harry blinked, unfazed.

"Yes."

"In your car?"

"Yes."

She exhaled, shaking her head again.

"This is the part where I ask if you're a serial killer."

He smirked, dry and humorless. "Would a serial killer offer?"

"Maybe a dumb one."

He scoffed. "Do I look dumb to you?"

She considered him for a moment. Then—

"A little bit."

Harry almost smiled.

Almost.

Instead, he sighed adjusting the sleeve of his coat as he stared out at the street again.

"Look, I don’t care where you live. I don’t care what you do. And I don’t care if you take the cab or not. But it’s late and I have a driver waiting." He paused. "Take the ride. Or don’t."

She studied him for a moment.

Not like the people at the party, not like the women who assessed him as a prize, a trophy, a walking investment.

No, she was studying him like she was still trying to figure out if he was serious.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why offer?"

Harry clenched his jaw.

Good question.

Why had he?

Because he was restless.

Because he didn’t want to be alone.

Because he wasn’t ready for the night to end.

But he didn’t say any of that.

Instead he said, "Because I can."

She hummed at that, something unreadable passing over her face.

Then to his absolute fucking surprise

She stood.

Pulled her coat tighter around herself.

Looked down at him with a grin.

"Lead the way, then."

The Maybach was parked at the curb, sleek and expensive and definitely out of place for a random stranger sitting on museum steps.

His driver, James barely batted an eye when Harry pulled open the door and gestured for her to get in first.

She hesitated.

Just for a moment.

And then—

She slid into the seat like she did this every day.

Harry followed, closing the door behind them.

James glanced at him through the rearview mirror, silent, waiting.

Harry exhaled, glancing at her.

"Where to?"

She gave him a look.

"Aren't you supposed to be a gentleman and ask for my name first?"

He huffed. "You never asked for mine."

"Because I don’t care."

His lips twitched. "Then why get in the car?"

She leaned back against the leather seat, legs crossed, gaze flicking out the window.

"Because I wanted to see if you'd actually do it."

Harry shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he gave James the silent cue to start driving.

This was insane.

He should have just gone home.

Should have just let her take the damn cab.

But now—he was in a car with a woman who didn’t care who he was, nor his money, didn’t even seem remotely fazed by the fact that she was sitting in a million dollar car with a man who could buy out half the city.

And for the first time all night...

Lucy’s engagement didn’t feel like the worst thing that had happened to him.

The car pulled away from the curb, merging smoothly into the flow of late night Manhattan traffic. The soft hum of the engine filled the space between them, a quiet luxury that most people would have fawned over.

But not her.

She wasn’t running her fingers over the leather seats, wasn’t sneaking glances at him, wasn’t pretending to be indifferent while stealing curious looks.

She just stared out the window, completely at ease.

Harry tilted his head slightly, studying her side profile.

"You still haven’t told me where you live."

She blinked, turning back to him, almost as if she’d forgotten he was even there.

"Oh. Right." She exhaled, stretching her arms slightly before dropping them into her lap. "I’ll just have your driver drop me off at the corner of—"

"Not James." His voice was firm, sharp in a way he didn’t expect.

She raised a brow.

"What?"

"Tell me."

A slow smirk curled at her lips, amusement flickering in her gaze.

"Are you always this controlling?"

"Are you always this difficult?"

Her smirk widened slightly, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she turned to the front of the car.

"Excuse me, take me to—"

"Don’t talk to my driver."

She whipped her head back to him, eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"

"He’s not your driver."

She let out a small, sharp laugh, shaking her head.

"You’re serious?"

"Very."

She rolled her eyes, but there was something else there, something interested.

She sighed, crossing her arms, "Fine. Since you clearly need to be the one in control, Lower East Side."

He barely nodded before shifting his gaze back toward the front.

James, wordlessly, made a turn.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Harry leaned back against his seat, stretching out his legs, exhaling slowly as the tension from earlier in the night settled into something quieter.

The city moved past them in streaks of light, taxis cutting through traffic, pedestrians still wandering the streets like the night would never end.

She stayed turned toward the window, her fingers mindlessly tapping against her knee.

The silence should have been comfortable.

But it wasn’t.

Not for him.

Because he was still thinking.

Thinking about Lucy. Thinking about how stupid he felt for still checking her Instagram. Thinking about how much he hated the feeling of losing.

But also—thinking about her.

This woman.

This stranger who got into his car without a second thought, who didn’t care about his money, who didn’t care about him.

That part was what unsettled him the most.

Because he was used to being recognized. Used to being admired, envied, feared.

But she?

She was just here.

Like he was just another man.

Like he wasn’t anything at all.

And for some reason—he wasn’t sure he hated that.

She broke the silence first. "So, what’s your deal?"

Harry exhaled, rolling his head to the side slightly.

"My deal?"

"Yeah." She waved a hand vaguely. "You seem miserable."

"You say that like it’s an observation."

"It is."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Maybe I just don’t like parties."

"Nope."

He arched a brow.

"No?"

"Not just parties. Life."

Harry’s jaw tightened. "Bold assumption."

"Accurate assumption."

His gaze flicked toward her, sharp, assessing.

She met it without hesitation.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then she shrugged.

"Look, I don’t know what rich guy problems you have but you were sitting on those steps like someone had either ruined your life or just rejected your marriage proposal."

Harry stilled.

His fingers twitched slightly against his knee, his pulse slow, heavy.

She didn’t know how close she was.

How dangerously fucking close.

She didn’t know about Lucy. About the proposal he never got to make. About much time he spent believing he was enough only to realize that he wasn’t.

She didn’t know anything.

But she still saw right through him.

And that?

That pissed him off.

"Maybe I just wanted some fresh air." His voice was clipped, sharp.

"Sure." She smirked, looking out the window again. "And maybe I’m a billionaire, too."

Harry inhaled, slow and deep, rolling his head back against the seat, eyes flickering up toward the roof of the car.

"You’re insufferable."

"So I’ve been told."

For a moment, it was quiet again.

Then—

"Was it a girl?"

His brow furrowed.

"What?"

"The reason you were brooding." She tilted her head slightly. "Was it a girl?"

His fingers clenched.

She smirked.

"It was, wasn’t it?"

He clenched his jaw.

"Not everything is about a woman."

"I never said it was." She lifted a shoulder. "You just confirmed it, though."

Harry exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face.

This was insane.

She was insane.

Why was he even still talking to her?

Why hadn’t he just dropped her off and left?

"I don’t do small talk." His voice was firm.

"Good. Me neither."

Then—silence.

Not uncomfortable.

Not forced.

Just…there.

The car slowed as they reached her street.

She shifted slightly, sitting up, unfastening her seatbelt as James pulled over.

For a second, Harry felt something strange.

Something he didn’t want to name.

She reached for the door handle, but before she could push it open—

"Wait."

She paused.

Glanced back at him. Brows lifted, waiting.

Harry swallowed.

"Let me take you to dinner."

Silence.

Her head tilted, lips curving up at the corners. "Are you asking or telling?"

"Does it matter?"

She smirked.

"I guess not."

She pushed the door open, stepping out into the cold.

Harry watched her go, watched as she turned, hands stuffed into her pockets, eyes unreadable as she met his gaze one last time.

Then—

"If you find me again, maybe I’ll say yes."

And just like that—

She was gone.

Harry sat there for a long moment.

Watched the empty space where she had been.

Felt the quiet weight of something new settle over him.

And for the first time in years, he found himself hoping—

That he’d see her again.

And knowing, somehow—

That he would.

[succubusvalentine]

I got a lot of requests for disgusting Simon Riley again so uh. A lot of you wanted me to elaborate on Simon sharing videos and photos of you with the 141... CW : backshots, recording and taking photos during sex, soapy tits, sharing, cum, groping.

They have a lot of requests. But they're all different based on who asks.

Johnny loved getting photos of your ass and videos of you bent over from behind, Simons hips slamming against yours over and over. Simon had walked in on Johnny multiple times fisting his cock to the video of Simon fucking you from behind and then pulling out to come on your ass.

Kyle preferred photos of your tits and videos of them bouncing. His favourite was videos of you bouncing on Simons cock. Simon always making sure to grab at your tits with his free hand. Simon even went the extra mile and recorded a video of you soaping up your tits and letting Simon roll them in his large palm.

Now John, he wasn't a thigh man, ass man, not even a tit man. No, he loved watching your mouth. Simon was slightly surprised when John revealed that to him. But he didn't object. He sent videos of your lips wrapped around his cock, your eyes watering as Simon tells you to do a good job, wouldn't want to disappoint his captain, now, would we? John also loved the videos of you on your knees while Simon stands above you. Your jaw being tugged open and Simons thumb hooking into the side of your mouth while you stare obediently at him.

At first you felt self conscious about Simon sharing you at your most vulnerable, but after Simon had shown you his teammates responses of pure need and desire in their group chat, your nerves were swiftly calmed and you leaned into the attention.

You also noticed that now whenever you came onto base to drop off something Simon left at home or to drop off the lunch for him, you'd get lingering stares from his teammates. Hands groping your ass, waist, and hips, when they give you a hug.

And when you were added to the group chat? That was a whole different story.

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oh oh oh oh different colours. not just pink. thoughts? concerns? anyhoo, yeah guys actually really like soapy tiddies its insane.

[tsunodaradio]

everyone wants him (that was my crime) ⛐ 𝐋𝐍𝟒

THIS IS: FORMULA ONE 📀 if you're gonna be drunk, might as well be drunk in love.

♫ starring: lando norris x reader. ♫ social media au. ♫ includes: romance, fluff, angst -ish. profanity, hate towards lando/reader, suggestive jokes. @opastries81 requested slut! by taylor swift. <- (another warning: a lot of the lyrics will be scattered throughout this one! lol.) ♫ commentary box: maira, the amount of good requests you've thrown my way.. i am indebted. this one grabbed me by the neck and wouldn't let me go, sooo 🤷 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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user1 he looks sooo good 🤤 user2 THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELET user3 why are ppl on tiktok saying he was on a date ⤷ user4 People on TikTok js be saying shit tbh. 🤷‍♂️ ⤷ user5 i think there would also be pics if he was w/some1 user6 Where can I cop that cap ? user7 congrats to whoever's bouncing on it!

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yourbestfriend "it's pretty casual" ⤷ yourusername 🤫 user1 THE WAY THIS SHOWED UP ON MY EXPLORE PAGE AND I-- IS THAT LANDO FUCKING NORRIS ⤷ user2 I THINK SO TOO??? LIKEEE CHECK HIS NEWEST IG STORY

lando posted a story.

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user1 Hey are you dating Lando?? user2 okay non-oomf u slayed with olivia rodrigo 💜💜💜 ⤷ user3 Having a fellow livie date LN? This is how we take over the world!!!!!!!! user4 is that last pic NOT lando omg ⤷ user5 I thought so too!! I would know that bracelet from anywhere. ⤷ user6 do we have any official confirmation yet or user7 waht's lando's favorite olivia song pls respond it's for science ⤷ user8 bet it's all-american bitch. 🇺🇸 user9 Gliter hand?? Lando's too?? Need someone to be all detective up in this sh*t pls

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user1 PEAK summer break content! hope you're having fun lando!! xoxo user2 If I can't have Lando, can I just have one of his friends? Lol. user3 can we pls talk about the concert venue with the olivia rodrigo confetti HELLo. ⤷ user4 oh so this is confirmation yourusername went with him ??? INSANE. ⤷ user5 This breadcrumb trail is crazy 😳 ⤷ user6 Try Not To Speculate About Driver's Private Lives: [FAILED] user7 king and queen of soft launching yourusername

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user1 Oh! Alright! user2 AAAND there it is folks user3 Does she even know what a DRS is??? lilymhe Sooo loved meeting you x ⤷ yourusername thank you for being so nice ❤️ ⤷ user4 yourusername now a WAG #confirmed ⤷ user5 lily being like "hey me and my boyfriend saw you across the room and liked your vibe" ⤷ user6 lily >>> yourusername user7 okay but... lando liking this post with his main account, .jpg, .mov, quadrant, lnracingkart, AND lnfour? ⤷ user8 boy is down BAD. 😮‍💨 ⤷ user9 It's sooooo over. Everyone pack up. ⤷ user10 Went to the alex albon school of yearning iktr user11 so now that yourusername you've gone to a race, you're done with lando right?? kidding kidding user12 Do you have any more pics of/with him :( Please share with the class

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user1 LANDO NORRIS OP user2 let's fucking GOOOOO 🐐 mclaren One of our own user3 No more LandoNoWins!!! user4 mans had a girl in the stands and was MOTIVATED ❤️ Liked by lando ⤷ user5 WHAT DO YOU MEAN LIKED BY LANDO ⤷ user6 We need yourusername at EVERY race now actually,, user7 Absolutely ELECTRIC, Lando!!! ⚡️⚡️⚡️

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user1 brb still crying user2 WHY DO I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM oscarpiastri love wins ⤷ user3 I Know What You Are. ⤷ user4 oscar seal of approval?! ⤷ user5 broo idk why but she gives off gold-digger vibes or smth user6 bet the trophy isn't the only thing lando will be kissing tonight ❤️ Liked by creator ⤷ user7 LANDO LIKED THIS. WHAT. ⤷ user8 I'm going to be sickkk. he's a SIMP 🤢 ⤷ user9 get a room wtf ⤷ user10 can we not make this win about his relationship??? he worked his ass off and you're all just making dumb jokes user11 No pic of/with yourusername tho.. Guess it's not that serious lol ⤷ user13 #real. bet she's gone by the next race ⤷ user12 he's litchrally liking comments left n right about her but go off ig

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user1 That hint of lando in the very end ahhh user2 flowers from lando??? Or user3 No offense but this soo does not look like Lando's type of girl ⤷ user4 he must b bored out of his mind out there kekekeke user5 girl. if i was dating lando norris i'd b hard launching him every two working days. pls give us more. ⤷ user6 GIVE IT TO ME RACHEL 🙏🙏🙏 ⤷ user7 No thnx I might throw up user8 The domestication of Lando Norris. We Loveee to see it

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user1 MY SHAYLA. user2 blocking out his gf's face in the bereal bec even HE knows she's ugly like that's insane work ⤷ user3 How could you say something so controversial... but so true... user4 the pottery class and bouquet snaps matching up <3 cuties! user5 You're gettin soft mate!!! Stop dating and focus on driving. user6 lando i promise i can treat you wayyy better give me 5 mins in a room and a hair tie user7 Oh they're still a thing? Lmaoooo. 🫣 ⤷ user8 i give it four more months ⤷ user9 That's generous. *Two months

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user1 Can we study why she keeps soft launching him like this? Like bae we know who that is. You're not slick. user2 Alexa, play break up with ur girlfriend i'm bored 🎵 user3 i don't get the negativity in this comment section :(( he's allowed to have a life! user4 yourusername can you fight user5 she's such a slut sorry 🫠 ⤷ lando jesus fuck do you have nothing better to do with your life ? ⤷ user6 O H MYGOD ⤷ user7 SHOTS FIRED!!!!!!!!! ⤷ user8 mclaren this y'all's driver? ⤷ user9 serves you fucking right assholes ⤷ user10 Wowww. Lando is NOT happy.

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user1 ANY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST lando AND yourusername SHALL FALL user2 His smile :( Ohhh he loves her so much user3 i'm a convert (that first photo where he looks at her.. ok this shit is real real) 💕 user4 still not convinced user5 The hard launch to end all hard launches!!!!! user6 may a love like this find me pls. preferably with yuki tsunoda user7 Betting pool on the breakup, anybody? lando looks like a loverboy ⤷ yourusername is a loverboy ⤷ user8 DECORUMMMM?!?1?!?! ⤷ user9 Can I be adopted pls pls pls ⤷ user10 my new fav wag !

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

hiii! can i request a bucky fanfic that takes place in civil war? specifically, the scene where zemo activated the winter solider and he starts attacking the avengers. and the soldier notices reader but for some reason spares her. maybe the reader is also an avenger, and has an established relationship with bucky? thank youuuu, have a good day! <33

Sparing You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and the Avengers

Summary: Bucky spares you when he’s in Winter Soldier mode.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst, language, established relationship, boyfriend!Bucky/girlfriend!reader, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @timmytimberdrake 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

As you watched the camera footage of the room Bucky is in with Zemo, you could tell that something wasn’t right about Zemo. You didn’t need to be in the same room as him to know that.

“Something doesn’t seem right with that Zemo guy.” You say.

Steve nods as he continues to watch the footage. You stood up from your seat and walked over to Steve, standing next to him to get a better look at the screen. As you guys continued watching it, the power went out, confusing everyone. You, Steve, and Sam exchanged looks before making your way to where Bucky is. Bucky wasn’t in the metal pod or anywhere in the room when you guys got in there. Zemo wasn’t on the floor. Steve grabbed him by his jacket and slammed him against the wall.

“What the hell did you do to him?” You asked Zemo.

“You’ll find out in a moment, Miss. Y/L/N.” Zemo says, smirking evilly.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

How the hell does he know your name?

That’s when Bucky came out of nowhere and started attacking Steve and Sam. He threw Sam against the pod and shoved Steve against the elevator doors hard enough to make him fall through them. Your eyes went wide. That was enough to tell you that Bucky is in Winter Soldier mode. Bucky turned around, accidentally bumping into you. You stumbled backwards, but didn’t fall. You stared up at him, waiting for him to attack you, but he didn’t. He just stared down at you for a few seconds before walking away. Now, you’re confused.

Why didn’t he attack you like he did to Steve and Sam just seconds ago?

You followed him through the building, making sure he didn’t notice you. You hid along the wall that led to a seating area with some tables. You poked your head out to see Bucky attacking the rest of the Avengers.

“Is Barnes in there?” Tony asks from behind you.

“Yes.” You replied.

Tony got his blaster ready and aimed it at Bucky, blasting him. Your eyes went wide when he did that. You watched Bucky approach Tony with a gun.

“Uh oh.” You mumbled to yourself.

You felt like you should do something. You ran out to the seating area before Bucky could shoot Tony. You managed to get the gun out of Bucky’s strong grip. You unloaded the bullets from it and threw it as far as you could. Bucky just stared at you. You gulped, thinking he was going to attack you this time, but he didn’t. He gently moved you to the side before attacking Tony.

“Why didn’t Barnes attack you?” T’Challa asks.

“I-I don’t know.” You replied.

You didn’t let Bucky out of your sight even when after he went after T’Challa. You followed him, keeping your distance. Following him led both of you to the roof of the building. You watched Bucky get on the helicopter and started it. Steve opened the door, entering the roof. You watched Steve run towards the helicopter and grabbed onto it so Bucky couldn’t fly away. He used all of his strength to pull it down. He wanted to stop his best friend before things got worse.

———

Steve managed to get Bucky to an abandoned factory. Bucky was unconscious at the moment. You stared at Bucky while biting your nails as you thought to yourself. You were curious to know why Bucky didn’t attack you when he was in Winter Soldier mode. That’s when it hit you. You and Bucky met during your trip to Romania last Summer. You and him hung out and got to know each other. You two made it official before leaving to go back home. You guys kept yours and his relationship a secret. You hate that you kept this from your friends, especially Steve.

“Y/N, are you ok? Did he hurt?” Steve asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm? Yea, I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me.” You say.

Steve stared at you, studying your body language. He could tell that you were keeping something from him and he’s going to find out what it is.

“Cap, he’s waking up.” Sam says.

You, Steve, and Sam enter the area Bucky is in. Bucky groans as he wakes up. He furrows his eyebrows when he notices that his metal arm is wedged in some kind of machine.

“Steve…” Bucky says, his voice raspy from waking up.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asks.

“Your mom’s name is Sarah and you used to wear newspaper in your shoes.” Bucky says.

“Can’t read that in a museum.” Steve says.

“And now, we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam says.

“What did I do?” Bucky asks, looking at Sam.

“Nothing.” You say softly.

Bucky turns his attention to you, smiling when he seen you. Steve looks from Bucky to you, sensing something between the two of you.

“What’s going on between you two?” Steve asks you and Bucky.

You looked at Bucky. He nodded, letting you know it’s ok to tell Steve about yours and his relationship.

“Remember when I went on a trip to Europe last Summer?” You asked.

Steve and Sam nodded.

“Well, I went to Romania for the remainder of my trip and I met Bucky when I was there. Him and I hung out and got to know each other. We made our relationship official before I came home. Him and I kept it a secret.” You explained.

“How long have you two been together?” Steve asks.

“Almost a year.” You tell him.

“A year?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Steve says.

“Don’t get mad at her. I’m the one who said to keep our relationship a secret.” Bucky says.

Steve sighs and puts his hands on his hips, trying to process the fact that you kept your relationship with Bucky a secret for almost a year.

“Can I ask you something?” Sam ask Bucky.

Bucky looks at Sam and nods.

“Why didn’t you attack Y/N when you were in Winter Soldier mode?” He asks curiously.

“I wanted to spare her. Even though all of the programming, I still somehow knew who she is.” Bucky says.

You smiled and walked over to Bucky, giving him a hug.

“I would’ve forgiven you even if you did attack me.” You say softly, gazing in his blue eyes.

Bucky stared in your eyes. He loves how loving you are. He also loves how you can see past his mistakes he made over the years. That’s his favorite things about you. Bucky’s right hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin. He kisses you softly and sweetly. As Steve looks at the two of you and watches the cute moment unfold in front of him, he then realizes that Bucky most likely asked you to keep yours and his relationship a secret to protect you so nothing bad happened to you.

“You guys kept your relationship a secret to protect her, didn’t you?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” Bucky answers softly.

“I didn’t mean to get mad at you guys. It would’ve been nice to know. Just don’t keep anymore secrets from us, ok?” Steve says.

You and Bucky nodded. Now, that you guys talked everything out and got it out of the way, you guys can move forward on the plan.

“I know a guy.” Sam says.

Steve nods, letting Sam know to call him.

“I’ll protect you.” You say softly to Bucky.

“You’re so sweet, doll.” Bucky smiles. “I love you.” He almost whispers, kissing your lips softly.

“I love you too, sweetie.” You whispered back.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[abrthephantomq]

I'll answer the anon ask with this:

I started writing in earnest at the age of 9.

I wrote my first sex scene at the age of 14.

I hadn't had sex, yet.

But I will tell you, I had an imagination, had read a whole bunch of fanfiction (and therefore smut - queer smut, specifically) since the age of 12, and the hormones of a teenager.

I also had very much already been engaging in masturbation, because again: imagination and hormones fueled by the explicit scenes I read.

So I hadn't personally had sex, but I had experienced it from the POVs of my favorite characters in my favorite fandoms - indirectly. And I had hands on experience in at least bringing myself to orgasm.

Limiting yourself as a writer to things you have personally experienced instead of leaning on your imagination AND peripheral knowledge / related knowledge is so silly. And yes, the scene isn't particularly well written because I was fourteen. But the mechanics are there and solid, because I had done my research, so to speak.

And nowadays sex is one of my favorite things to write, in general. Tbh I prefer writing sex scenes as a way of character exploration and showing how something so stigmatized nowadays in US culture really fucking shouldn't be. Kink just adds another layer to character exploration and is also incredibly healing, in a way, for me to write.

I am no longer 14 (I'm more than twice that), and I have had sex (lost my virginity at 15). I absolutely enjoy having it, too, but I'm also perfectly fine never having sex again, since I'm demi/ace.

"Write What You Know" has done so many writers dirty.

Because here's the thing: when you write, what makes that writing shine will be the characters, and how human they are. If you know people; if you're capable of looking at something through another person's eyes - of conveying the emotion present in every scene?

It won't matter if you've never personally experienced that thing, or not.

Write what you want to write. Write what you think sex is, even if you haven't had it before. Human beings have sex. A lot of them do so for fun. A lot of them do so for connection.

That's all that you really need to know, honestly. The mechanics of what goes where and whether you should get lube involved etc - there's a whole wide world of Internet out there. Use it to fill in knowledge gaps.

Stop limiting yourselves. Just write.

Do you think people who are virgin should write smut? I feel like most of them don’t even know what they’re writing and just write what they think sex is

the implication this ask suggests that people who write about murders, cannibalism, politics, magic, royalty au, sci-fi, wars, supernatural, time travel, medieval era, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins must be murderers, cannibals, presidents, wizards, royalties, astronauts, ghost hunters, soldiers, time travelers, knights, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins in real life is so funny to me

[chrrific]

IN TOO DEEP ✶ bad boy down bad.

経緯 ─── 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 bad girl, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂’𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

﹙엔하이픈﹚badboy!enhypen x f!r 936wc fluff romance est.rel 경고 kissing teasing cockiness flirting nicknames ( CHERCHER )

✉️ niki’s was my favourite to write ugh (my man frfr) i tried out a new layout, so tell me how you like it! it was very slightly based off of @okwonyo & @boyfhee ‘s layouts, but not much. yet, i still wanted to give credits ! happy reading ><

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HEESEUNG the rev of a motorcycle outside your house caught your attention, and you could just tell who it was without a second thought. it was like heeseung had made it his life’s mission to torment you throughout the week, every hour of the day. texts, calls, and constantly showing up at your house at all given times; just like right now. peeking your head out your bedroom window, you shot as fiery of a glare you could muster at the boy, and he laughed. “what do you want, heeseung?” you snapped, patience teetering on the edge that would give way to frustration. then, without even the slightest bit of hesitation, he responded. “you.”

JAY the bell of the coffee shop rang as jay walked in, signalling his presence. he approached the counter, only to be met with you— he hadn’t met you before, and that’s surprising, considering how he knew every girl on campus. “what would you like today?” you monotonously asked, as if you had said this so many times you might consider spontaneously combusting on the spot if you had to do it one more time. “well, aren’t you the delight?” he mused, grin taking over his sharp, angled features, that made your knees go slightly weak behind the counter. “anyway, i’d like an espresso, please.” you nodded at his request, before adding it to the order. “also, i’d like a shot of your love in it,” “smooth, but not smooth enough. try harder, pretty boy.” now you were the one smirking, and he was the one with the weak knees.

JAKE a race track was the place where you least expected to be on a friday night. you could be in your bed — warm, safe and reading a book — instead of risking both your life and your ears in this hellhole. yet, kazuha dragged you over claiming she had two tickets and no one to go with, dressing you up in the most uncomfortable leather skirt you have ever seen, let alone worn. “you might even get with one of the hot racers, you know,” she had said on the drive over, earning a playful smack on the arm from yoy. well, she wasn’t really wrong. the second you sat down on the bleachers surrounding the track, a pair of eyes caught onto you, hard-set and confident. your cheeks burned under the weight of his gaze, your body heating up. little did you know, that gold that jake took home that night was for the pretty girl in the stands: you.

SUNGHOON “are you feeling cold?” his voice was calm, composed — as it always was — but there was a hint of something else behind it, something that you were scared to admit you heard. “what? oh, no, i’m fine.” you lied through your teeth, the goosebumps on your arms not providing any evidence to prove your claim whatsoever. he’d ‘tsk’ under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief as he took off his leather jacket anyway, draping it over your shoulders. it hung way too loose on your frame, considering the noticeable size difference between you and him, but it still warmed you up. “you can give it back to me tomorrow.” he added, continuing to walk you home in a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable, but was rather full of unspoken feelings.

SUNOO the wind blew past, messing up your hair and whipping against your face. your arms were wrapped tightly around around his waist, keeping yourself secure on the motorcycle that was speeding down the night road. finally, he came to a halt, stopping in front of the arcade. he hopped off the vehicle, he held out a hand to help you off, which you gratefully accepted. then, time slowed, as if you and him were the only ones in the world— sunoo’s fingers went to pat down some of your hair where it was sticking out, his touch almost reverent. a sound broke you out of your trance, and the rest of the night continued, but the ghost his touch still lingered all throughout.

JUNGWON leaning back onto his motorcycle, he watched as you walked out of your apartment building, clad in a plaid skirt and a tank top with a cardigan shielding your arms from the night air. a hint of a smirk played at his lips as his gaze set on your face, lip gloss shining even in the dim brightness cast by the the moonlight. “you showed up.” he said, more to himself than you, gently wrapping his calloused fingers around your wrist to pull you closer; his cold touch was a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin. “of course i did,” your voice came out as a soft murmur. “it’s you that i showed up for, not the soda.”

NIKI his hands wrapped around your waist and your wrapped around his neck in a desperate attempt to merge your bodies as your lips moved against one another’s in perfect sync. you kept telling yourself you wouldn’t do it again, that niki was bad for you. but the fact just made your craving for him stronger and stronger until you snapped and called him over in the middle of the night. that’s how you ended up here, pressed against the wall with niki’s body caging you between it and him, leaving you to do nothing but kiss him back. it was messy, with both of you flooding with the need to pull away for oxygen, but you couldn’t. not when he was this addictive. not when his lips were this intoxicating.

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[wordsofwhimsy]

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙤𝙮

Pairing: Lensless!Mark Grayson x Reader

Warning: Violence

Inspiration: “Loverboy” by A-Wall

—synopsis—

you break up with Mark and he absolutely loses his shit

a/n: i keep thinking about the turning point for all the variants, the moment when they finally go full psycho. this is my take on how it went down for the most unhinged of the bunch 😛 if y’all like this idea i might do the same setup for some of the other variants c: also can someone tell me how to center shit? i can't stand the way this photo is aligned to the left

Mark Grayson stood there, staring at his phone like it was some kind of strange, foreign object. The message from you, the words that had just shattered his world, danced in front of his eyes, flickering and mocking him.

We need to break up. I can’t do this anymore.

He blinked, once, twice—hoping the words would change. But no, they stayed there, taunting him. We need to break up. I can’t do this anymore. Over and over. His mind spun, his heart dropped. The world felt like it was suddenly tilting sideways.

No, no, no, he thought, shaking his head, trying to make sense of it. This can’t be happening. He had fought aliens. He had stopped monsters. He had beaten back threats from across the universe—and yet, here he was, powerless, staring at a screen.

His hands started to shake. He dropped the phone, watching it crack on the floor.

Why?

The question echoed in his head, over and over again. Why? What had he done wrong? He was Invincible, wasn’t he? He had saved the world. He had fought for the good of everyone… And you just throw it all away?

He couldn’t breathe. His chest tightened. The suffocating pressure, the sting of betrayal—it all built up, bubbling beneath the surface.

But I’m not enough, am I? His voice, in his head, started to change—warped. Bitter. Angry. The hero, the one who always stood tall, suddenly felt small. No one was there to save him. Not you. Not anyone. Everyone had left him to stand alone, even when he gave everything for them.

His eyes darkened. His teeth clenched. The anger… it was coming. The rage, the darkness—it was pulling at him like a tidal wave.

Maybe it was time to stop pretending.

The phone rang. It was his father—Omni-Man. The same man who had told him all those awful truths about the world. The one who had turned everything upside down.

Mark didn’t even bother to answer. No one could save him anymore. Not his father. Not anyone.

His fists clenched, and the room around him started to crack. He could feel it—the power surging through his body, the rage making him tremble. Every muscle in him screamed for release.

They all leave eventually. He thought of you. Of how you’d just thrown him away like a broken toy. It was sickening. He could feel it crawling under his skin—like something was snapping inside him.

I tried. I really tried to be good, to do everything right, but it never mattered, did it? Now? Now the world was his playground. They all wanted him to break. And they would get exactly what they wanted.

He stepped outside, shot into the air with charged energy, the world below him nothing but a blur of lights and noise. He needed this. Wanted it. It was the only thing that felt real anymore. He could hear the people below, terrified. They had no idea. They had no idea what he was about to become.

Mark grinned. It was a twisted, manic grin—a grin that didn’t belong on the face of the boy who had once been a hero.

“I did everything for you.” He muttered to himself, his voice thick with insanity. He floated over the city, his eyes gleaming with something darker than hate. “Everything. For you. And you—” He laughed, an unhinged, breathless sound that filled the empty space. “You don’t even care, do you?”

The city trembled beneath him, a test, a challenge.

He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t need to. In fact… it felt good. No, it felt great.

With a violent snap of his wrist, the skyline cracked, buildings folding under his power. People screamed below him, running, hiding.

“Oh, don’t worry!” Mark called out, his voice light and playful, as if this was just another game. “It’s not the end. Not yet, anyway. We’ve got all night, right?”

He paused, letting the devastation sink in. The city was crumbling, and he was loving every second of it. He hovered there, savoring it, as the world around him burned.

Hours later, the night was still. The destruction was only a whisper now, the silence hanging in the air like a promise. Mark flew through the streets, his mind buzzing with a strange kind of glee. His thoughts were chaotic, but one thing was clear.

He knew where you were.

Mark floated toward your house, the familiar street now a place of twisted anticipation. It was so quiet. Too quiet.

He could see your lights on through the window. He could hear your heartbeat, faint but steady, inside.

A manic grin spread across his face. He didn’t need to think anymore. It was all so simple now. The game was changing. The stakes? Well, they were everything.

Mark landed gently on the lawn, the grass bending under his feet. He didn’t knock. He didn’t have to.

He could feel the power surging through him, making his skin hum with excitement. He was a bomb ready to explode, and you were the fuse.

“You know,” he said, voice dripping with dark amusement as he slowly approached the door, his steps heavy, controlled. “I thought maybe I’d let you see what happens next. But I think it’ll be more fun if you feel it.” He grinned, twisted, and so full of madness.

The door creaked open, just a crack. He leaned in, his eyes glowing with a dangerous light.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll enjoy this. Not so sure about you though.”

And with that, the door flew open, the shadows swallowing the light from inside.

Part Two!

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I need a fic where Lancelot gets hit by a curse that makes him extremely honest/completely removes his thought to speech filter.

Like, he doesn’t blurt secrets but he’s got no sense of fear for saying things he probably shouldn’t and just starts saying all the quiet parts out loud.

Merlin’s immediately worried about him. I kinda imagine it like:

Merlin: Do you think you’ll say anything about..?

Lance: your secret? No. Definitely not. It’s your secret to tell. Arthur should know how much you do for him even without it though. You should remind him you’re not obligated to do so much if he keeps taking advantage of your kindness.

Merlin: That…

Lance: I clearly mean it. It’s your choice of course. You know I love you too much to betray your trust.

(I’m a sucker for Mercelot but take that however you want)

Then when they all get back to Camelot and one of the towns people is struggling to fix a cart with a broken wheel.

Lance *goes over to help and starts berating the knights*: we’re knights. We’re supposed to help people. If you just want to beat people up, we’ve run into plenty of bandits that would probably take you.

And we all know he doesn’t like the structure of statuses and how power is distributed in Camelot so while he’s still respectful to Arthur as a king, the rest of the lords not so much. He avoids them as much as possible to avoid causing unnecessary problems but when Arthur asks if he’ll be at a council meeting, he’s gotta say no:

Lance: I don’t think that’d be a good idea.

Arthur: why not? I could use someone honest on the council.

Lance: I am honest with you. Mostly. You definitely shouldn’t ask what I think about magic until I can be tactful about my answer. But If I get a chance to be honest in the same room as Lord NoName I’m going to ask him if he doesn’t want to pay taxes because too much of his coin already goes to his mistresses and his wife will find out if he’s forced to document it.

Arthur: …

Lance: …

Arthur: … I don’t know which part to focus on first. If Lord NoName isn’t there will you attend?

Lance: he’s not the only one. Personally, I think they should hear it, but I don’t want to be callous about it. Their wives deserve better and forcing them to find out through gossip and rumours just seems unnecessarily cruel.

Arthur: I’ll call a round table meeting later.

Lance: Probably for the best. You should give Merlin a seat, he’s braver and has done more for you than anyone. I’ll see you later, sire.

I can imagine the magic thing would keep coming up too, just little comments about how he’s frustrated that he’ll be used as an example for why magic should be banned when it’s not all bad and can actually be quite amazing.

Everyone’s confused but he just asks Leon if he likes being alive because he wouldn’t be without the Druids and the cup of life.

Heaven forbid anyone says anything bad about Merlin. He never out’s Merlin’s secret as promised, but he absolutely makes sure everyone is aware how much Merlin does for people out of the goodness of his heart.

I also want him to shit on Uther at some point. About his parenting style or how he ruled Camelot, I don’t mind which.

I imagine someone mentioning how well Lance is handling the curse and “taking it like a man” and getting immediately shot down.

Noble: he’s handling it well, taking it like a man.

Lancelot: Hypocritical coming from you, Lord He-Payed-Less-Than-I-Did-Even-Though-It-was-Proportional-To-Everything-Else. (I don’t pretend to understand how a fictional court set in about 5 different historical eras is run) Actually, not complaining about a situation that sucks isn’t a manly trait at all. All of the problems we’re dealing with are because something happened and someone “took it like a man.” Tax evasion, wars, uneven distribution of wealth, *putting reports on the table for each one* The last time someone “took it like a man” we ended up with an entire people being murdered because a king fucked up, lost his wife, and didn’t want to admit fault and grieve like a sane person.

Everyone’s just silent for a moment.

Lance: … *thinks about what he said for a second*

Lance: No, I stand by that. I’ll apologise for my lack of tact, but not the content.

Meanwhile, watching in horror and barely contained glee:

Arthur: Should have let him sit this one out.

Merlin: Absolutely not. This might become the most productive council meeting we’ve had in years.

Anyway, I just want Lance being able to lean more into the unhinged side of his character sometimes.

He’s still got to fundamentally be a good person, he’s just less filtered in watching the casual stupidity of the nobles, or more honest about people not thanking servants enough (especially to the knights who seemed to forget that they were once common born too) and isn’t afraid to call people on their bullshit when necessary.

Everyone learns to appreciate it too so when the spell wears off, he’s less anxious about giving his opinions on things.

Just let Lancelot be the unfiltered chaotic good that he is.

[mumblingsage]

This is solid advice! As an editor, I just want to add on top of it:

-"fast pace" isn't always the goal. You want to make good use of the reader's time, but sometimes that means slowing down and digging into the meat of a scene.

-One reason the removal of pleonasms (excess words) is so effective in the examples OP gives is that those sentences describe urgent action or sudden events - a fast pace is very appropriate here! So the edits help form match content.

-Even in a slow-paced scene, it's good advice to check what job each word is doing and remove words that aren't doing much. It sharpens the focus on what matters. It's often smoother and easier to read, too.

-"Showing instead of telling" has at least two versions. There's the one OP is using, "Add specific details instead of summarizing." This often (not always) adds wordcount, so it can arguably slow the pace. "I can't believe the sight" is quicker-paced than its offered alternative and it might be all you need in a fast, urgent, or sudden scene. On the other hand, if you want a slower or more immersive scene, that's when to choose strong and vivid details. What are the particular ways your character shows disbelief? (One risk here is that you spend a ton of time and energy on coming up with different ways to describe body language and sensations. I like doing it myself, but consider other ways you can reveal emotion in a scene. Useful tip: find ways for your character to interact with their surroundings.)

-The other meaning of "Show instead of telling" is "Once you've shown us, you don't need to tell us" (and sometimes vice versa: you don't have room to show everything, so you might choose to tell the reader information that's useful to know but not worth dramatizing at length). A great example of this comes from the earlier advice: "A loud thud from the port window makes me jump, drawing my full attention. -> I jump at a loud thud from the port window." The 'drawing my full attention' tells the reader something we're already shown (that the narrator's attention has gone to the thud and is not on anything else. Since this is what loud sounds generally do, you don't need to explain how it works, just show it happening).

-"Passive voice" doesn't mean every use of "to be". In fact, none of OP's examples are in passive voice. It's still a good idea to explore verbs other than is/are/was/were, because it can add variety and vividness to sentences, though at times "is" is the best choice because it's clear, accurate, and concise (notice how I'm not seeking out alternatives for it in every sentence of this reblog). Specifically, "passive voice" is when something is being done to the subject of the sentence: "Red Riding Hood was eaten by the Big Bad Wolf." You could remove passive voice by saying "The Big Bad Wolf ate Red Riding Hood." However, the active sentence may be less desirable from a storytelling perspective. For one thing, Red Riding Hood is the protagonist of the story, so maybe you want to keep her as the focus of the sentence. (This point about emotional significance becomes clearer if the antagonist doesn't also have a name: "Our beloved daughter, Red Riding Hood, was eaten by wolves". The alternative version of this sentence--"Wolves ate our beloved daughter"--is uncomfortable: why does the speaker prioritize the wolves over their supposedly adored child?) Another reason to chose passive voice is if you want the final words of the sentence to pack a punch. Maybe it's a surprise revelation: "Red Riding Hood was eaten...by a Big Bad Wolf." Woah, the audience wasn't expecting a wolf! Yikes! Or maybe you want the closing image of the scene/story/sentence/paragraph to be that wolf, licking his chops.

Not an Editing “Tip.”

(Just a tool that might help clean up your writing and create a faster paced reading experience.)

Removing excess words. If you don’t need particular words, why keep them?

Another crashing wave sends me into a sprawl, and I’m forced to use my tides a few more times to distance myself from the rocks.

I should drop down as deep[er] as I can manage [and] use the reef for cover.

I can’t tear my eyes away until he disappears fully from view.

A burst of lightning shows the outline[s] of the cliff side.

A loud thud from the port window makes me jump, drawing my full attention. -> I jump at a loud thud from the port window.

Showing instead of telling. Making the reader feel what the protagonist feels is almost always better than telling them the protagonist is undergoing something.

I can’t believe the sight I see. ->  My lungs catch painfully, a shocked squeak rising out.

Everything is slick and wet. -> The slick metal offers no hold for my wet hands. I clench my fingers until the ridges bite into my scales, shark teeth holding me in place. Agonizing.

Removing passive voice. Active voice is more engaging and should be always be used unless you have a specific reason not to use it for that sentence.

The rock is a muddled, dark brown, and I almost miss him amid the lofty coastline. -> I almost miss him against the muddled, dark brown rock, his body tiny amid the lofty coastline.

Her voice is strained and furious. -> Fury strains her voice.

The wound is closed again, but before it closed, enough blood seeped out that I now feel woozy and off kilter. -> The wound closed while I slept, but enough blood seeped out that my head still spin, my limbs heavy.

Always remember though: you have to do what works best for that particular moment. Some scenes require different strokes than others. Use your best judgement, and take pride in your personal writing style.

[shikaizer]

HOW YOUR FIRST TIME / SEX WITH WBB PLAYERS STARTED

Finally added jana on my HC omg my pussy is shaking

PAIGE BUECKERS

you moaned thru the kiss, paige was grasping on your ass. it was all overwhelming and exciting, hooking up with a stranger was not on you list. the two of you had been stealing glances throughout the party, the stares that had deep lust in it.

paige not able to resist anymore made a very short conversation with you and followed up with her saying "wanna fuck?" and thats how you ended up here.

she bit your neck leaving dark bruises on your skin, when shes about to reach your cunt you leaned back making her look at you.

"whats wrong?" paige asked stopping all her movements. "can you be gentle? its my first time." you confessed looking up at her, paige stayed silent for a second then she let out a amused smirk.

"your a virgin? and its all mine? fuck, let me take you to my place first baby."

CAITLIN CLARK

"what the fuck was that?" caitlin slammed the door shut walking over to you, as stressed as you look, caitlin decided to make it more worse.

"leave me alone caitlin." you muttured not having any energy, you felt weak since all eyes were on you earlier and you just did something stupid that also getting caught in trouble.

"i was kicked out the game because of you." she growled and you sighed. "i know im aware." you muttured not raising your voice.

she stepped closer eyes shooting daggers on you. "what? are you gonna punch me?" you asked looking over at her. she clicked her tounge scanning your face, and suddenly, she slammed her lips on yours, roughly.

she pulled away grabbing on your hair. "you need to show me your sorry." her voice was firm and serious.

JUJU WATKINS

This past few days, you haven't been getting any sleep, it was the end of your s.y and you thought you'll be having rest today, guess not.

juju has been taking very diferrent girls everyday in her dorm, basically fucking them senselessly, you kinda got used to the routine but it was tiring.

you opened this to her and she said she'll make it up to you, she did. but she needs to be in it.she suggested that the both of you watch some movie in her bed, but you just took it as a way of her apologizing.

right now the both of you are laying down besides each other, your back was pressed againsts juju's chest while you focused on the TV, so focused that you didn't feel juju's hand trailing on your thigh, getting higher.

when you noticed, your kinda shocked, but you ignored it, but now your waiting for what shes going to do next, but what she did is, she started kissing your neck. "i want you."

JANA EL ALFY

You caught jana staring at you again with those lost eyes, everytime you looked over at her, she was already staring at you, it wasn't even an issue but the way she was staring at you tells something.

not until staring was not the only one that is being shared. both of you are currently locked in a room at a party. you dont know how to two of you got here, kk asking for favor to get her tru fru upstairs, and jana was in this room, turns out they set the two of you up because honestly they have seen the way both of you look at each other.

"shit sorry— it wont budge." jana states looking over at you, and quickly looking away when your already staring. "those bitches." you muttured under your breath annoyed. "im gonna kill them i swear." you sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the window, jana slowly looked over at you again and her eyes sticked to your exposed thighs your panty showing thru the short skirt. she sighed and sat down next to you.

jana took this chance to stare at you and scan your face "your so beatiful you know?" she muttured and you smiled cheeks heating up, the both of you looked at each other for a brief moment before jana took the courage to kiss you deeply, pinning you down on the bed.

AZZI FUDD

You and azzi have been following a firm rule "marriage before sex." the both of you respected each other and it wasn't something that your forced to follow.

but tonight was one of those nights where the both of you finally gets to explore one another. the room was dim, scented candles around and rose petals everywhere.

azzi kissed you passionately caressing your waist, azzi pulled away and rubbed your cheeks smiling. "are you sure your ready love?" azzi looked at you deeply and you nodded smiling. "just tell me if you start to feel uncomfy okay?" azzi commanded and you nodded. azzi pulled the string of your dress letting it slip down to your legs to the floor.

she placed soft kisses on your shoulder to your neck making you moan. " i love you so much my love." azzi muttured.

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[rikiluvrr]

— 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙔

☆ nishimura riki x afab!reader

☆ wc: 2.2k

☆ WARNINGS: SMUT (MDNI), unprotected sex (pls don't), mentions of drinking, riding, making out, teasing.

THE last few months have been a pain in the ass. why? because your frustratingly hot roommate won't get the hint that you like him or that you’re even interested in him. you can’t tell if he’s pretending or if he’s genuinely as oblivious as he seems to be. you lie on your back on the floor of your bedroom while staring up at the ceiling and thinking of ways to try and make him notice you more. 

you’ve tried flirting with him, which painfully backfired as he saw it as friendly banter and flirted back with you but quickly dismissing you as a friend when someone noticed the two of you. you tried dressing up nicer, or cooking for the two of you but it always ended with him teasing you about how you looked a little better than a homeless person or not eating your food saying it might give him food poisoning. you have to admit though, his words did hurt. just when you were on the brink of giving up, an idea flared in your mind.

you’d just have to try the oldest trick in the book, wearing something tight, seductive, and revealing. It had to work right? you chewed on your bottom lip, still contemplating your choices but none the less decided on continuing with it anyway. you got off your bed and trudged to your closet, you rummaged through all kinds of clothes before settling on a small, lace night dress you’d bought on a whim but never once worn. you slipped it on and admired yourself in the mirror. it was pink silk, laced at the edges and around the breasts and hugged your curves tightly. “this better work” you mumbled but just as you were about to turn around your door swung open, revealing riki with a phone in his hand “I’m getting takeout what do yo-” he stopped, his eyes raked your figure before widening his eyes and slamming the door shut in your face. 

you were embarrassed. how could that happen? you cursed yourself for forgetting to lock the door. not only did he catch you wearing something ridiculously showy, but he also caught you in an awkward posture, looking like a deer caught in headlights. you could only imagine why he had the urgency to shut the door so quickly. You whined and plopped onto your bed, burying your head in your pillow and letting out a muffled scream. 

there was no way you could face him after what just happened. you groaned, the second-hand embarrassment kicked in once again and the more you thought about what just happened, the more you felt sleepy and as exhaustion took over you, you drifted off to sleep

– 

the next morning, when you woke up, got ready for class, and walked out, you half expected riki to be there, but it seemed like he’d left already, which was odd considering that he was never the first one to wake up. the entire day passed by as usual. you didn’t see Riki once, and you didn't know if it was a good or bad thing, but you were just glad to be able to forget about yesterday’s, er, events even if it was just for a little while. 

you sighed upon arriving at your shared apartment, closing the door and leaning your forehead against it trying to collect yourself. today was rough, back-to-back classes, your part-time job at the cafe was also tiring and all you wanted to do on a friday night was unwind by binge-eating your favorite ice cream and watching all the shows you’d meant to catch up on but of course, nothing went your way because, around an hour after you’d made those relaxing plans, you received a call from one of riki’s friends, jay, pleading you to come to get riki, saying he was drunk out of his mind.

here you were. In front of a loud, dingy bar downtown with an extremely heavy riki leaning onto your side as if his life depended on it. sighing for the third time that night “can you please fucking straighten up?” you groaned as you pushed him onto a wooden bench, pulling out your phone to book a cab knowing there was no way you could walk back to your (shared) apartment with him. 

“do you know how hard it is to live with you and pretend i don’t think about that night all the time?” riki spoke up, voice slurred and hoarse. you visibly stiffened up, internally somewhat cheering that your idea did seem to have some effect but it was still embarrassing, and this was not how you expected your conversation about that night to go. you turned your head towards him and blinked, not knowing how to respond and riki only looked back at you, tilting his head and looking so innocent as if he hadn’t just said something that scrambled your thoughts. 

“you don’t know what you're saying. can you just wait until we get home, don’t open your mouth till then,” you commanded just in time as the cab pulled up, you hauled him in with all your might, but it took a lot more effort to get him out and into your apartment. It felt like you were dealing with a human-sized doll. 

riki groaned as you dropped him onto the couch, you panted heavily trying to catch your breath. this is not how you wanted to end your friday. tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear, you grabbed riki a glass of water and held it out to him “here. sober up” but riki didn’t take the glass from you, instead he stared at you and parted his plump lips. you gulped at the sight of them, your lips tingling to feel them on your own. you kneeled on the ground before him and hesitantly, you brought your hand up to feed him the water and the other hand came up to hold his chin and watched as he drank the water, his adam’s apple bobbing with each sip only making you gulp and clench your thighs involuntarily which didn’t go unnoticed by riki who slowly pushed your hand away and smirked, his lips were wet and glossy.

you set the glass down and stared at him when one of riki’s hands cupped your face and instantly joined your lips with his. you responded almost immediately, wrapping your hands around his neck and allowing him to snake his hands around your waist and pull you onto his lap while kissing you all the while and that was when you felt his dick hardening underneath you making you gasp into his mouth, he used it as an opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.

the kiss was anything but sweet, it was messy. Drool dribbled from the side of your mouth as riki angled his head to reach deeper into your mouth. you shouldn’t be doing this. he was drunk and probably didn’t know what he was doing but the feeling was too good and you let your sex-hazed mind take over and push down your rational thoughts. 

the two of you pulled away slightly to catch your breaths “fuck baby…” he muttered and slipped one of his hands under your shirt, the cold touch making you gasp. he trailed them up slowly, the sensation making you squirm making riki chuckle, “i haven’t even gotten to the actual part and you’re already squirming? cute.” heat rushed to your face at his words and it only made you excited for what was to come.

he slowly trailed his hand further up and palmed your breast through your bra before clicking his tongue in irritation and unhooking your bra in one go “annoying shit” he mumbled and pulled it out, making you giggle at his impatience, his hands pulled your shirt off, exposing your breasts to the cool air which made your nipples instantly harden. riki  latched onto one of your breasts, making your hands fly up to his head and intertwine your fingers in his hair as he slid his tongue across your bud before sucking, teasing, and grazing it with his teeth while fondling the other one, pinching and twisting it between his fingers, meanwhile, the stimulation made you feel hazy. you began grinding down on him desperate for some friction, making him groan. 

he licked your nipple before peppering kisses from your chest to your neck and trailed up until he reached your jaw, leaving hot open open-mouthed kisses there and taking in your scent before pulling away. he tugged on you’re pants “take it off” he mumbled, making you smile as you got off to take your pant and panties off while he took off his own clothes and the moment his cock was released from its confines it sprang up and slapped against his abdomen, the tip already leaking pre cum. oh, it was big alright. you’d thought about riki’s cock on more than one occasion but the real deal beat every single one you imagined.

you gulped at the sight and watched riki spear the pre cum around his tip and lean his head back groaning. noticing that you were standing, he pulled you onto him “ride me.” two words had you working immediately as you put your hands on his shoulders for support and lined up against his cock, and slowly slid down, the both of you letting out loud moans at the feeling. your grip on his shoulders tightened as you sank down completely, feeling full to the brim. 

You took a deep breath, still adjusting to his size but riki, impatient as ever wasn’t having it “move…fuck” he breathed out. You slowly moved up and down his cock, and every time you sank, a small bulge appeared on your stomach which only drove riki crazy making him groan, however, he felt your pace was too slow and suddenly bucked his hips up making you yelp and grip his shoulders as he reached a deep spot as if he wasn’t already deep enough and that made him laugh. You swatted at his arm 

“fuck baby… You’re way too slow” he teased and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as he slowly gripped your hips and laid you onto the couch “let me just take over okay?” he whispered sweetly before pulling out and admiring the sight before him, his tip rubbed against your folds, only making you ache for more, he teased you a little longer, enjoying your little whines and pleas before giving in and thrusting into you in one go, groaning at the feeling as he felt your cunt suck him in . the feeling making you arch your back and grip onto the handrest behind you moaned loudly, suddenly feeling so full, the stretch was painful yet you craved for more. 

riki only sped up from that moment, and now and then between each thrust, you could feel his tip kissing your cervix. riki leaned down to kiss you sloppily when his hips suddenly jerked forward and hitting a certain spot that tipped you off the edge that you were holding onto, making you coat his cock in your sweet release. 

riki’s eyes slightly widened in amusement while you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment, “don’t hide baby” he whispered, nipping on your ear lightly and pulling your hands away from your face, before speeding up, to reach his own high. The wetness of your release only added to his stimulation and soon enough thick ropes of his release coated the insides of your wall, so deep you could feel the sticky wet sensation of it making him let out a loud moan. “fuck.” he gasped as the two of you tried catching your breaths. he leaned down, his cock still inside as he laid his body on top of yours, sighing contently “are you still drunk?” you asked, it was a stupid question but you thought he might’ve sobered up a bit by now “a little yeah. but not enough to forget this. fuck i don’t think i can ever forget this” he spoke out, his voice hoarse. He held himself up by his forearms before trailing small kisses from between the valley between your breasts, down your stomach to your cunt where the two of you were connected. 

he pulled out and you both groaned at the same time but for two entirely different reasons. you for feeling so empty and him at the sight of the both of your releases dripping out and without a thought, riki leaned in and lapped up the releases that dripped out before using his tongue to push the rest in, not allowing a drop more to go to waste. you hissed at the sudden overstimulation “w-what are you doing” “can’t let any more go to waste baby” he placed a kiss to your clit before sitting up and laying back down on you and nuzzling his head into your neck, you wrapped your arms around him as your fingers tapped lightly on his back

“we should probably clean up” you whispered, “probably.” you smiled at his reponse and hit his back lightly “five more minutes…” “just five more.”

☆ xiao's notes: i kinda rushed this through

[thehighladywrites]

“G-A-N-G, BABY LET ME B-A-N-G BABY! (LET ME FUCK SUM!)”

☆ pairing: acotar men x reader

☆ summary: submission? size difference? orgasm control? click keep reading to find out what the acotar men get turned on by!

☆ warnings: nsfw, 18+, just a fat warning that this will contain smut and nsfw themes, ig you don’t like it pls scroll!💜

☆ amara’s note: ’ello mates! enjoyyyy

rhysand

⤷ corruption

in rhysand’s eyes, you are the sweetest thing to ever exist—a breathtaking angel. he plays the part of a friendly confidant, but it’s all a deception. he knows how sheltered you were and knows how flustered you get whenever he’s shirtless. there’s no way to miss the way you avoid his gaze and lower your head, cheeks blushy. he loves the way you squirm and turn shy when he whispers the most dirty, scandalous words into your ear. he loves when you come to him for advice, only for him to twist and manipulate your thoughts, steering you straight into his arms. there’s nothing more he wants than to ruin every bit of innocence you have, to make you utterly dependent on him. Not to hurt you, never that but to corrupt you completely, simply because it turns him on like nothing else.

⤷ exhibitionism

rhysand’s fucking you. and that’s something he wants the whole world to see. he wants them to see the way you get needy when you make out, the way you let out little noises when he touches your body, the way your eyes roll back when he enters you. you’re his little fucktoy and he just couldn’t be more proud when you spread your legs for him infront of anyone. is it really his fault that the meetings get so fucking boring and repetitive? and is it really that wrong of him to stuff his fingers deep in your dripping little pussy and finger you til’ you pass out just out of plain boredom? NOOOOOO

cassian

⤷ dumbification plus aftercare

Cassian fucks you until your mind is nothing but mush, ’til you’re hearing static, until you’re soft and pliant in his arms, lost in the haze he’s pulled you into. He always knows the moment it happens, when your body goes limp, when your breathing slows, when you stop hearing anything at all. Even when he shakes you a little, you barely stir.

“I know you’re out of it, baby. I got you.”

He handles you with so much care, lifting you effortlessly, bathing you with slow, steady hands. You don’t react, just let him take care of you, completely gone in his grasp.

When he wraps you in the warmest, fluffiest towel, his chest tightens at the sight of you. tear-filled eyes, lashes stuck together, looking up at him with that vacant, dopey little smile.

Only then does he relax. Because you trust him, even like this. So vunerable and sweet.

To Cassian there’s like nothing more intimate than aftercare. Like he is so fucking into it and he loves to do it that is kinda an obsession for him. It’s just in his nature to be caring for you.

⤷ praise

kinda goes hand in hand with the previous one. i actually don’t think he’d even want to degrade you. you want to be so good for him, to get praise, because there’s nothing better than cassian’s praise. i mean, you’re always so good to him, so of course he’s letting you know what a sweet and lovely girl you are anyway. and of course he’ll tell you how immensely proud of you he is when you take aaaaaall of his inches, never complaining once. You’ll hear a good girl here, and a that’s my girl there. And Gods if that doesn’t make your entire day.

⤷ size kink

guys this is such an obivous one. literally no matter your size, huncho over here will be bigger. he enjoys it too, like he’s obsessed with how much bigger he is than you. this is one of those times ‘just the tip’ really is enough. but he’s careful, like super duper careful bc he knows he can hurt you if he’s careless. also, his hands are huge like fucking massive. sometimes he uses his fingers and they reach deeeeeep and they fill you out deliciously. other times he folds you in half and presses you into the meanest mating press ever! your body’s folded in half as he jackhammers into you like a beast. this position just gives him the most perfect view of your difference. also he’s the type who will say he’ll make it fit if you complain or worry

azriel

⤷ oral

EATER EATER EATER

god i just know he gives the BEEEEST head. a pussy-eating champion really. he loves the feeling of your warm thighs smushing him as he laps at your clit whilst pumping his fingers along your gummy walls. he mostly does this for himself, okay? like it’s not even his fault that he gets off on your sounds or the way your fingers find their way into his hair or the way you drag your manicured nails over his sensitive scalp. he might have a sliiiiightly selfish side but still.

⤷ overstimulation

azriel holds a vibrator to your clit until you can’t even cry anymore. like it’s just all too much! you’re skin stickin to the sheets, your heart’s beatin too fast and you feel oh soooo good. maybe a bit too good. but azriel likes the way you come over and over again, a painful pleasure you’re not really saying no to. and obviously he isn’t a monster, you do have a safeword, but it’s one you’re so not gonna be using anytime soon tho…

⤷ risky sex

i think azriel is super into risky sex. wanna know why? because are you telling me he wouldn’t love the thrill of being caught? like he knows he’ll never be caught, duh, he’s the spymaster but still. like you’re so worried when he’s fucking you in the hallway, i mean, anyone can just walk by and see you practically bent over some decorative table. God forbid anyone catches you like this but he just doesn’t worry. He likes the thrill because he knows he’ll wait until the last possibly second before winnowing away. Like if he hears footsteps, he’ll wait until he can practically see the other person before disappearing. talk about adrenaline kick.

Eris

⤷ Casual Dominance

This man is so casually dominant it doesn’t even register at first, you’re just too into him. Eris is 100% in charge of you and your life, but not in a creepy way. He picks out your outfits, styles your hair, makes sure you eat, and just generally keeps an eye on you. If you’re about to do something dumb (or just not great for you), he doesn’t argue—he just smoothly steers you in the right direction, like if you’re procrastinating homework, he’ll make sure you’re done by the end of the day. also he guides you through the streets, you don’t even have to use your brain with him. he just fixes everything and he leads your every move.

⤷ brat taming

Since we’re on the subject, let’s get into the fun part—because let’s be real, Eris loves order and he sure likes to set you straight. Like he’d ever pass up a chance to put you in your place. For example👀:

“You don’t like the food? Want me to order you something else?” he asks when he catches you staring at your plate instead of eating. He’s already cut your steak, sliding it over like he always does, waiting for you to eat.

You just sigh, pick up your wine, and down it in one go before reaching for the bottle. As expected, Eris catches your wrist before you can pour another.

“One glass is enough for tonight.”

You roll your eyes and, just to be a menace, grab his glass instead—draining it while holding eye contact.

His eyes narrow. “Be a big girl and spit it out, baby. What’s the matter?”

“Dunno. Maybe ask Jenny, you seem to get along just fine. Actually, why don’t you just date her? Fuck her while you’re at it.”

Eris wanted to sigh so loudly, but he knew that would only piss you off more. The waitress? Not even a thought in his mind. Sure, he noticed her flirty eyes and lovestruck smile, but that’s all it was, an observation. He’d ignored her completely, yet here you were, fuming. Like he’d ever cheat on you.

His jaw ticks as he drops two hundred dollar bills before standing up and speaking with scary calm. “Get up. We’re leaving.”

GOOD LUCK :D

Lucien

⤷ hair pulling

oh my god his hair is his weakness. like as soon as you run your hands through his hair he turns into mush and literally melts. i swear if he was a cat, he’d purr. sometimes if you scratch his scalp the right way, it can lead into the sloppiest, messiest makeout session ever. and when you’re in the middle of it, pull it. istg you’ll leave pregnant

⤷ dirty talk

king of talking reaaaaal nasty. like omg he could make a sailor blush. he’ll get so close to you, whispering in your ear and you get all hot and bothered and ticklish. other men might be quiet in bed BUT NOT THIS GUY. literally doesn’t stop talking and it just fuels him on like crazyyyy. and if you try to talk dirty back, he’ll sit there with the biggest grin and just hear you out.

⤷ roleplay

c’mon he’s a lil freak. he’s into tons of kinks like i think he likes to explore a lot too. butttt lucien and roleplay??👀👀 JACKPOTT!! he won’t say no to anything and is more of a try everything once kinda guy. him being a hot guard and you’re a princess he can’t have. imagine the hot taboo sex😈 or barmaid x customer, boss x secretary, enemies who fuck oh my god

[inspired-lesson-plans]

From

#I was actually reading a study on this today

#they’re actually useful for brain-related things like test anxieties and migraine pain

#the placebo effect is actually so effective that you can imagine taking pills and see a reduction in some symptoms

#which is something I personally do for headaches when I’m on the go

#the brain is wild

@elldritch-horror, I think I found the study you were reading, or at least a related one. Apparently Buergler et al (2023) broke the test-anxiety-suffering undergrads into three groups :

Take Open Label Placebos (like the Zeebos)

Take imaginary placebos (literally playing pretend multiple times daily)

Don't do anything about it at all

And guess what... both of those bogus treatments had real effects! Even non-deceptive placebos are pretty good!

This post is now about the fact that I have wanted to sell "honest placebos" for years.

First of all, they work. In fact, just a quick little bit of research revealed that it's common for medical practitioners to give their patients placebos (if it's not serious) because it's cheaper and doesn't have any side-effects (Wernsdorff et al, 2021). And when researching new medical treatments, so-called "deceptive placebos" are so potent that researchers will give participants Open Label Placebos (like the Zeebos), and even these result in statistically significant effects on patients! (Gupta and Verma, 2013)

Second, as a teacher I can think of 3 kinds of kids who would immediately benefit from this.

Hypochondriacs who legitimately cannot tell whether or not they are unwell and are probably really anxious about asking to go to the nurse all the time

Avoidant kids who want an excuse to leave class for 10-30 minutes.

Very impressionable kids whose stomach pains and headaches really can be treated with placebos.

Give them a placebo (deceptive or not), tell them to wait it out for 15 minutes, and if it doesn't get better, then they go to the nurse. Thus, they stay in class and aren't bothering the already-overworked nurse.

In America (at least in New Jersey), teachers aren't allowed to give any kind of medicine to minors. I cannot imagine getting in trouble for giving placebos.

Even if you're a grown adult, if you're feeling symptoms of some kinda illness but you don't know if you're sick, you can take a placebo. If the symptoms go away, you don't have to worry about it. I get headaches a lot, and I would love to know if taking a few cheap sugar pills would do as much good as 1000mg ibuprofen. I'm going to take a hot shower to relax my muscles anyway, and if my headache is still there afterwards then clearly I need the medicine.

My only criticism is... ugh, those look terrible to swallow. Make them soft-gels or make them sugar-coated so they're pleasant to swallow. Also, get better graphic design! That bottle looks like a prop from a 2000s SyFy Channel movie. I want to feel delighted that I'm taking an Open Label Placebo!

Footnote, I found this while reading How To Winter, so take that as you will.

well I guess this is the logical next step in, you know. everything

[devilish-cherry]

choso relationship headcanons ♡

ᨳ♡₊➳ choso x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ choso nation, we rise. this was supposed to be a short list, but then i blacked out and wrote 20+ of these like my brain was fully infected with choso thoughts lmao i had way too much fun writing these and if even one person giggles, kicks their feet, or whispers ‘he’s so babygirl’ under their breath, then my mission is complete. mwah mwah enjoy the choso brainrot 🖤

₊⊹. choso is very affectionate, but he does not know how to initiate it. he wants to cuddle, but instead of asking, he just sits near you… closer… closer… until you finally sigh and pull him into your arms. mission accomplished.

₊⊹. choso lets you paint his nails. he does not react at all while you do it, but later, when he catches his reflection, he stares at them with pure admiration.

₊⊹. choso picks up on your habits without realizing it. if you always hum while making food, he will also start humming while making food. he is an imprint duck.

₊⊹. choso sees you shiver once and immediately wraps you in his scarf without hesitation, completely deadpan. you try to protest, but he just goes, "you are cold. i do not require it." end of discussion.

₊⊹. choso reacts to you putting your head in his lap for the first time by going completely still like a statue, unsure of what to do with his hands. eventually, after much contemplation, he awkwardly places one (1) hand on your head.

₊⊹. choso finds out about couples wearing matching clothes and gets very serious about it. suddenly, you have matching scarves, jackets, socks—he doesn’t even ask, he just starts handing you things to wear.

₊⊹. choso learns how to cook just so he can make your favorite meal for you. he is not good at it at first, but he is so determined.

₊⊹. choso and you watch a horror movie together, and despite his usually stoic demeanor, he jumps when there’s a sudden jumpscare. then immediately pretends that did not just happen.

₊⊹. choso wants to impress you, but he doesn't know how. one time, he tried to carry all your groceries in one trip to prove his strength, but he didn't realize how heavy they were and nearly fell down the stairs.

₊⊹. choso sees an old couple holding hands and just stares at them very seriously before turning to you and goes, "we will do that too."

₊⊹. choso sees a stuffed animal that looks like you (or reminds him of you in some way) and just. buys it. no hesitation. now it sits on his bed.

₊⊹. you fall asleep on choso’s shoulder, and he does not move for hours. his arm? numb. his back? sore. but does he care? absolutely not.

₊⊹. choso sees a mistletoe for the first time and gets very serious about standing under it with you. “it is tradition.”

₊⊹. choso and you share a blanket, and when you move even slightly, he adjusts it for you like some kind of doting grandma.

₊⊹. if you jokingly call choso “pretty boy” he will just stare into the distance, processing that for the next 3-5 business days.

₊⊹. choso doesn’t fully understand dating anniversaries, but if you tell him a date is important, he remembers. every year. without fail.

₊⊹. choso treats your interests like divine knowledge. if you mention liking a specific food, he will remember forever and bring it to you at random times.

₊⊹. choso doesn’t understand sarcasm or teasing just yet, so if you jokingly say “ugh, i hate you” after he does something cute, he will immediately go quiet like 🧍‍♂️ “...i will improve.”

₊⊹. choso learns about pet names and thinks they are deeply serious. one time, you call him “baby,” and he thinks about it for days. finally, he asks, all serious, “you called me baby. does that mean i am small and fragile to you? do i need to be handled with care?”

₊⊹. choso does not understand selfies, so when you try to take one with him, he just stares at the camera deadpan while you smile and pose next to him.

₊⊹. choso is a horrible liar. if he plans a surprise for you, you will know immediately because he looks guilty for no reason. you ask him what’s wrong, and he’s like “nothing. i definitely did not hide something for you in the kitchen.”

₊⊹. choso learns about social media. he does not understand it. one day, you find out he made an instagram solely to follow you. he has one post, and it’s just a blurry picture of you.

₊⊹. choso is overprotective in the strangest ways. he will not stop you from fighting your own battles, but if he sees you about to trip on the sidewalk, he will catch you like it’s an action movie.

₊⊹. choso is clueless about love, but when he loves, he loves completely and with his whole heart. if you need something, he is already on it. if you’re sad, he doesn’t always know what to say, but he will hold you like you are the most precious thing in the world.

[pythonmoth]

cw: suicidal and homicidal thoughts. johnny is jealous and inconsistent. brief infantilization by tf141. reader is angry and pissed. author is projecting their own likes, sorry. pretty chill update. johnny is a simp loser.

primary simon x f!reader. poly tf141.

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He wants the world to eat him alive, to swallow him and to forever keep him down underground so he never makes a single mistake in front of you ever again. To see you running away in panic because of him is something he will probably never recover from. He barely has the time to grimace when he hears you rushing away, someone right behind you; he just assumes it's Simon.

Johnny decides to just take a moment to clean up before going after you as well, when he hears someone getting into the kitchen. He looks up, expecting the Capt'n to be here to scold him, but when he sees Simon instead, he raises an eyebrow.

"Ah, it's you. I tripped" Johnny grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You hurt yourself".

"Just a tiny cut, 's nothing. Where did she go?" Johnny questions, bringing his thumb to his mouth, licking the drop of blood clean.

"I don't know. Practically bolted when you dropped the plate".

Johnny stares at him with slowly growing irritation. "And what are you doing here? I must've scared her" he sighs, standing up. "Where to?"

"Garrick already went after her".

"So?"

"They're getting along. A lot".

Johnny blinks again.

Smack.

"What the fuck? What was that for now?" Simon growls out, rubbing his head. Johnny shakes his head, still expecting an answer. Simon sighs. "Over there. Come on".

Simon guides him, their feet barely making any noise, used to being quiet and, also, because they don't want to spook you any longer. When Johnny sees, however, you're… being taken care of, he curses quietly. Gaz is cupping your cheeks, kissing you. And he feels like he just died inside a little bit.

When the Lieutenant doesn't move, seemingly not breathing, he grips his arm, whispering to him to move. They can't just invade your privacy like this, especially not when it's clear they aren't needed.

At least, Johnny knows so now.

He can't manage to take Simon with him so he walks away alone, his eye twitching in annoyance. Really, he doesn't mind you're with Gaz; they all know what's happening between the whole team, and it's not a secret they've very little boundaries. It was gonna happen one way or another, so that's really not the problem. Sure, he's pissed and a little jealous, but the problem is that he is not there.

He can't hold you in his arms and protect you from the panic if he's the reason for it, if Simon is the reason for it. He's aware of that, he's just fucking pissed. Pissed at himself, pissed at the Capt'n, pissed at the bastard who framed you and fucking pissed at the higher ups. If he could, if he's given a single opportunity, he won't hesitate to grab his rifle and smack them with the heel so hard that their noses cave in so he can watch them choke in their own blood.

For now, though, he goes sit in the living room, watching as the Capt'n snores, the movie still rolling in the back, his mind a goddamn mess. He can't stop his mind from going back to you crying in Gaz arms and him kissing you like that. Again, he's jealous for so many reasons. It's just… odd.

You've never been interested in Gaz, as far as he knows, and Simon looked so surprised that it's obvious you didn't tell him anything either. You're supposed to talk about those things! He can't blame you, he obviously understands why this connection is happening right now, but—

He barely registers Simon's grabbing his shoulder and pushing him out of your house until he's inside of the car, his mind locking away his own fear of scaring you now that he's out of your space, and allows himself to be pissed at the whole situation with Gaz.

Hell, if you talked to Simon about him, why couldn't you do the same thing with them?

Simon drives them away, clearly needing a moment. Johnny's hand is shaking over his knee, and only when Simon stops the car in a random parking lot, does he say anything.

"I'm gonna kill him" he says, not really meaning it. He does want to punch him, though.

"No, you won't".

"So what? We say nothing? We can't even fucking look at her and she's—"

"That's none of our business now" Simon snaps, getting out of the car. Johnny follows right away, both of the doors snapping shut harshly enough to echo in the parking lot.

"You can't possibly be okay with that" Johnny groans, tugging on his hair as he starts pacing next to the car. "Fuck that!"

Simon sighs, lifting his mask just enough to rub on his face. "Like hell I am, Johnny. We don't have the face to call them out on it. We've no right to be jealous".

"And why the hell not? She's ours, not his. Like hell I'm sitting here doing nothing".

That makes Simon's eye twitch, but he fights hard to ignore it. "She's not, Johnny" he reminds him, crossing his arms. "Not anymore. She was clear about it".

His heart pounding in his chest, denial burning deep in his core, Johnny marches up in front of Simon with a snarl, gripping the Lieutenant’s collar. "We made a huge mistake, aye. But I thought we were okay now. We've been talking, she's been great. Why she suddenly freaked out is what I just can't understand".

He remembers, just like Simon, falling asleep to your breathing, to your snoring, to your shuffling in the bed. Even if it was through the phone, it had meant something. Why is it that now—

Simon smacks his hand away. "Stop that. Maybe it was easier on the phone. You saw how she reacted when you dropped the plate".

"Ah. So it's my fault then? It started ever since she saw your fucking mask" Johnny snaps. Immediately, he regrets it. He knows it's not fair. Not fair on him, not fair on Simon and definitely not fair on you. It's like he just can't think about what he's saying.

"Calm the fuck down, Johnny. It's our fault she's like that. We've enough shame and guilt to share so don't come and dump it all on me" Simon states, firm. His tone might shake a little, and Johnny wants to cry, but his mind is spinning with so much guilt that he can't focus. "We went through this with Price. We knew it'd take time".

"Aye! I know that! But why him? And why are you so awfully calm about this?" Johnny snaps at him, gripping his collar again. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're giving up on it. On us".

Simon's shoulders slump, looking at him in a terrible, heavy silence. There's no need for words. Simon doesn't stop him as Johnny grips his tshirt and pins him against the car, looking like he's only bracing himself for an angry punch or a beat up.

"You can't be serious" Johnny snaps again, his hands shaking where he's holding Simon, his own eyes burning with unshed tears, his throat closing up. "Where does that leave us?"

"That leaves us wherever she wants us to be" Simon mumbles, a hand coming up to rest on his nape, gripping him tight, seemingly uncaring of how aggressive Johnny feels. "You get that, don't you? We hurt her, Johnny. We're lucky she wants to talk to us at all".

That does it for him.

Unable to control it, he lets the regret, the pain, and his heartbreak take over, and finally bursts into tears, head falling against Simon's chest as his body breaks, sobbing. He knows he's being unfair, he knows he should be just wanting you to be happy and to enjoy yourself, even if it isn't with them. He knows. He's just… so hurt. He feels like he's being thrown away like an unfitting piece in the puzzle you're slowly building again, along with Simon. He's scared they won't be accepted back, afraid they’ll no longer be necessary in your life.

He doesn't want to be the only one, at all, he just wants to be there for you, too.

A while later, his body finally goes slack after crying so much, and Johnny wipes his face clean, looking up at Simon. Wordlessly, the Lieutenant presses a comforting, deep kiss to his lips before he slips his mask on again, sighing. "Well. Let's take a little drive before going back".

"This fucking sucks" Johnny mumbles, absolutely defeated. He can't keep on denying the situation, and he just… has to accept that this is what it is.

"Very much so".

"I still wanna punch him".

"I know".

Johnny hesitates, but he doesn't hold it back. "I'm also kinda jealous".

"I know" Simon grumbles quietly, his eye twitching behind the mask. Johnny can truly understand the feeling.

"We should drive off a cliff and die".

"Noted".

In the end, they just sit inside of the car for a while, both of them silently going through the whole situation. Johnny's mind is silent for once, as if he had needed a good sobbing session to ease himself into no longer denying the consequences.

The drive back to your home is quiet, but it feels... peaceful. Johnny's shoulders are relaxed, even if he feels himself snarling slightly as he thinks of Gaz. It's just great, but… he's got no right to question you.

So when they're back, Gaz’ lips split in a bright grin as you place gummy bears all over Price's face, they both can't help but smile at them, hearts full.

You seem happy.

You look up at them, your eyes wide. This time, however, you're not afraid. You raise a hand and motion them to be quiet and come over, Gaz handing them the whipped cream.

This is enough, Johnny thinks. He gets to see you smile, enjoy yourself, even if he isn't allowed to be there with you like Gaz is.

Deep down, he can't be upset.

After the Capt'n uses you as his personal napkin for being a brat, your high pitched screeches of delight making his heart pound, you invite them to sleep over. And you're really serious about it. He doesn't even mind it when you hand them those stupid pink pajamas you bought them for your 5th anniversary with the team; they “forgot” about them every time they came over, so they've never truly left your house. Now, however, Johnny will personally skin alive anyone who dares denying you this little thing. Fortunately, they just sigh and change.

Blankets over the carpet, over the couch, bodies a lot closer than before, the pink of the pajamas actually look pretty good when illuminated only by the movie. Johnny doesn't even know why you chose them. They're… ponies. One has wings. Why do they have such crazy blowouts and why does the rainbow one look like a lesbian?

Of course, they want you to feel comfortable, so when it comes down to choosing the movie, they all turn to you, but Johnny isn't sure he likes that grin.

Sure enough, more ponies.

“That's a mustang, and he's a great horse so mind your manners” you scold him when he complains, handing him the popcorn. He wouldn't mind watching ten hours of paint drying if you're willing to talk to him, even if it's to call him an idiot.

As the movie slowly comes to the end, Johnny sees the Capt'n wiping his tears in silence, even Simon's eyes are a little shiny, and cheeky, annoying-as-hell Gaz? He's sobbing, muffling his mouth with a hand. You're no better, your bottom lip trembling as fat tears stream down your cheeks.

“It's just a movie” Johnny sighs, crossing his arms.

The rest do not hold back their retorts at all, calling him hypocritical and heartless. Even Simon doesn't back him up, pointing at his face.

“We can see the tear streaks. You ain't fooling anybody”.

“It's the allergies!” Johnny yells over their loud voices, shamelessly reaching up to wipe his face.

That gets a loud laugh from you, and that's enough for him. Johnny doesn't mind being the target of their teasing, as long as you're part of it.

As they slowly settle down, munching on crisps and some baking goods you made a few days ago, the Capt'n asks what everyone's been dreading to mention. The Question.

Johnny almost throws a pillow his way, but he swallows thickly and discreetly places a hand over Simon's tense thigh, all of them waiting.

“Will you be changing teams?” the Capt'n questions, his shoulders forcefully relaxed, his mouth stuffed with a creamy tart. Johnny can see how hard he's trying to be calm, not wanting to force an answer out of you. “I can… well, recommend a few other teams. Or I can show you a few options, I just need a few days to go over the files”.

You wave a dismissive hand, shaking your head. Everyone's heads whip in your direction, eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Listen, I know… I know what I said, but I already know how we all work, and I'm already comfortable with you. Starting over, with the weight of the reason why I would be changing teams… I don't want that”.

“What did your therapist say?” Simon asks directly, his eyes firm on yours. “Did you discuss it with them?”

“I did. She advised me against it, but… I think I can handle it. Maybe it's gonna take a little while, but—”

“What if it's too much? Trust is very important, and we… we can't blame you for not trusting us. Look, maybe you should reconsider it” Johnny interrupts you, his chest tight. He doesn't want you to leave, but if you get hurt because you can't trust them and accidentally do something to put you in danger… he'd rather avoid that. “It's an important decision”.

“I understand that” you insist, your left eye twitching a little. “I'm aware it could be difficult if I panic again. That's why I'm in therapy, after all, so I can–”

“Therapy can only help so much, anyway. We can train together, and then see if you're feeling up for it. If not, I can always check the files” the Capt'n interrupts you, mostly talking to himself, his lips pursed in thought.

“Besides, the higher ups probably won't want anybody talking about this. Maybe they won't even let you change teams at all” Gaz adds, rubbing his cheek.

“That's why I'm trying to–”

“If they don't let her change teams, we could always call them out on their bullshit” Simon huffs, crossing his arms, now focused on the rest of the men. “What are they gonna do? Kill us, send us away? People will talk”.

“Aye. We can always do it ourselves after all”.

"Good idea. We could—"

“Enough!” you snap, making them all turn to you at your outburst. "I've been with you idiots for nine years! Do you seriously want me to leave?”

“No!” Johnny shrieks, alarmed. The rest shake their heads, Simon's hand halfway to rest on your arm, as if wanting to sooth you, but you pull your arm away.

“Then stop questioning me, goddamn it! I'm not a child, alright?” your voice raises, your eye still twitching. "And I'm not dumb, you big, stupid idiots".

For a moment, everyone's silent.

"You're right" the Capt'n says first, his cheeks a little bright for being yelled at. He's probably not used to that, not by those who aren't his superiors. Right now, he's not just the Capt'n, but also John, anyway. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to question your decisions, I'm just... worried".

"And I appreciate that" you grunt, rubbing your forehead roughly. "I just... stop trying to make this decision for me".

With your words now deep in their hearts, they all go quiet for a long moment, awkwardly looking anywhere but in your direction.

Johnny is incredibly happy about it.

He knows it's selfish and awful of him to be happy you want to stay with them, but he also knows it will probably be difficult at first, especially when you see them with their uniforms again. He wants to help, to be there.

Eventually, they all fall in a comfortable conversation again, Johnny pressed against the armrest of the couch, you squeezed between him and Simon —much to his surprise and contentment—. Gaz and the Capt'n are bickering over something Johnny doesn't really catch as they sit on the blankets in front of them. He's just so aware of you being next to him, willingly, that nothing else matters for now.

At some point, he sees you yawning.

It doesn't take long for you to excuse yourself, leaving them to get comfortable in the guest room. Johnny decides not to focus on Gaz and you being in this room just a few hours ago. With a little look in Gaz’ direction, you give them your goodnights and walk up the stairs.

They're sharing the bed, since it's easier and better than to sleep on the floor. Still wearing those ridiculous pink pajamas —they are very comfortable, if you ask him—, they set their bags filled with clean clothes on the side and start getting ready to sleep. Of course, that doesn't happen right away.

The Capt'n scrolls down his phone, resting against the headboard, and when Johnny and Simon get lost in their conversation, they both notice Gaz discreetly leaves the room. Simon throws a little look his way, and Johnny can only nod slightly. Reaching out to grab the man's hand, he just keeps on talking, distracting both of them.

Despite looking fully focused on his phone, Johnny can tell the Capt'n is listening and very much alert, because everytime they both complain about anything, and everytime Simon hums instead of giving him a real answer, the Capt'n's lips curl in a very subtle smile.

The door to your room gently creaks open, two dark eyes staring at you. You grin from your bathroom, your face white and soapy as you wash it with your fingertips, foam up to your hairline and down your throat.

“Come on in. I’m almost done” you say, leaning down to rinse your face. With closed eyes, you hear as Gaz’ moves over to your bed, laying down on it with a low groan, his back cracking.

As you go on with your skincare, carefully massaging your skin, Gaz lays there, watching the video that’s playing on your tv, even if you know he doesn’t understand a single word. You take your time, content to just let him hang out with you. His eyes leave the screen when you get closer, opening his arms for you, like all those months back in the clinic.

With a mischievous grin, you drop all your body weight on him with the intention of making him groan, but he only wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your neck, nearly flipping you onto your back, mumbling something about how nice you smell. Gaz pulls back just enough to cup your cheeks, smelling the watermelon lip balm on your lips, studying how the creams you used just now make your face look shiny. He doesn’t tell you, but your eyebrows are also a little funny looking, brushed in many directions, but Gaz does reach up and uses his thumb to brush them back in place.

With no need for words, he just curls around you, his nose buried deep in your neck as he stretches, an arm comfortably sneaking under the pillow. That’s when he pulls back and raises an eyebrow at you, lifting the pillow under his head.

“What—” he grunts, incredibly amused, as he looks down at the knife that’s not-so-safely hidden.

With a grin, you shift and reach down between the headboard and the mattress, showing him another big knife that’s hidden there. You aren’t allowed guns until the psychologist says it is okay, so knives it is. Gaz only rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around you again. “Fair, I suppose” he mumbles, burying himself in your neck again.

You just let him, caressing his arms and enjoying the closeness until he falls asleep. He looks peaceful and content, and you really, really want to sleep next to him, but your mind is working a little too much, so you slowly get up the bed, quietly walking around the room, hoping it will tire you again.

It’s something that often happens to you. You’re tired and sleepy, until you’re in bed and then you can’t sleep for hours and hours on end.

You stare at the paintings you’ve gotten, the ones you painted yourself. Looking a little to the left, you can see the music albums you got when you were in your early twenties, now mostly a good memory, and something nice to listen to when you’re feeling low. As you get closer to your bookshelf, you pick a random book, vaguely remembering how many times you’ve read it in the past.

Lost in thoughts you can’t even begin to understand and organize, you turn to the guitar in the corner of the room. It’s been there for over ten years, and you never learned how to play it. With a soft huff of amusement, you walk over to your desk, looking down at the pictures you have there. Your parents, your siblings, the team, and the girls… you didn’t even say goodbye. You hope they aren’t so mad they weren’t invited today. You make a mental note to contact them after the guys leave.

Besides, Simon, Johnny and Gaz aren’t your friends. Not really, at least. And Price is basically like your dad when you’re around him, even if he’s fun to talk to, and reliable.

You reach out to take one of the pictures in your hands. A simple black frame, Johnny and Simon on either side of you, all of you wearing your uniforms, Simon’s mask in place. The sight of the mask makes your eye twitch, but it’s nothing too bad.

Setting the frame down, your thoughts become a little more overwhelming, memories of the whole team chatting by the mess hall, munching down on stale bread and days-old tea that made Simon scowl. You grin as you remember Johnny sprinting after you when you took his clothes from the showers a couple years ago, giving the soldiers a whole show by running entirely naked, only to slip and end face first against a wall. He had thrown you into the showers with your uniform, messing with your already rusty hair. Really, you had it coming. You couldn’t even be mad.

Your shoulders slumping, you turn to Gaz.

Your feelings for him have been changing for a while now. The first kiss was innocent, calm, and now, you couldn’t lie to yourself. It isn’t in your plans to deny yourself a true connection, but you had been a little hesitant, because of Johnny, because of… Simon.

You miss him. Dearly. Sometimes it feels like your heart can’t take it, like you’re dying every time you aren’t in his arms, but the panic hasn’t left. The fear is small, less… destructive and loud, but still there, regardless. You’re aware they will never hurt you again, not like that, not after everything, not with the knowledge that they were manipulated once. You know they will forever doubt the higher ups, even Price. That doesn’t mean your fear is irrational.

That doesn’t mean it makes them less guilty.

For months, you’ve wished it’s all over. It wasn’t entirely difficult for you to understand and, in your heart, you’ve already forgiven them, but… forget? That will never be possible, and you’re aware. Perhaps hugging Simon will never feel the same, but you also haven’t given yourself the time to savour it again.

Lost in thought, who knows for how long, you accidentally hit the chair with your toes, hissing loud enough that it startles Gaz awake. He sits up in alarm, but when he realizes you’re physically okay, he stretches and calmly walks over to you, smiling when you give him an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” you hum quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Hm, ‘s alright. Shouldn’t have fallen asleep. I’ll get going” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It makes your heart tremble with contentment.

After he leaves, the exhaustion hits you like a truck, as if your mind was no longer in alert. You barely manage to turn the lights off, before you curl into your bed, body melting into your bedsheets, Gaz’ scent all over the pillow.

Just a little while after Gaz comes back, Simon turns onto his side, his back using his arm as support, and starts snoring pretty quickly.

Johnny always teases him about it. He falls asleep like a dad. He’s out not even two minutes in.

He wasn’t sleepy yet, and fortunately Gaz wasn’t either. They talk in low mumbles so they don’t wake Simon nor the Capt’n up.

Gaz is still pretty flustered because he was called out on dating the Capt’n, but Johnny doesn’t understand why. Did he really think nobody knew? Everyone with eyes —and, much unfortunate, good hearing—, could tell.

“She was in a pretty bad shape” Gaz mumbles quietly, his breath brushing over Johnny’s lips. “I think she snapped out of the panic because I hugged her. Dunno, maybe compression helps?”

Johnny makes a mental note to get you a weighted blanket. He would take his phone out to do it right now, but Gaz is still talking, and doesn’t want to interrupt.

“I kinda fell asleep on her bed, so we didn’t really talk” Gaz admits, scrunching his nose up. Johnny’s eyes are immediately fixed on the movement. “But she looked a little better”.

“I’m happy she can rely on you, Gaz. You can actually help right now, and she… she needs that” Johnny hums lowly, his lips pursing slightly as his eyes burn. He’s too embarrassed to reach up to wipe the single tear away, but Gaz beats him to it.

“C’mere” he huffs.

A little surprised, but fully willing, Johnny accepts the hug. He holds Gaz’ head against his chest, both of them groaning quietly at the instant warmth between them. Johnny is hyper aware of Gaz’ heartbeat against his own, but they remain in silence, comforting each other. It’s not the first time they’ve cuddled to sleep, but… to Johnny, it feels different. He can only hope it isn’t in his mind only.

Next to Gaz’, Price’s shoulders relax very subtly, lips curling up as he also lets himself fall asleep.

The next morning, Johnny wakes up earlier than everyone else, feeling energized and content. Who knew he actually needed a good cuddling session with Gaz to fix his problems.

Wearing only those pink pajama pants, he makes his way to the kitchen, carrying one of his backpacks to take his headphones out, not wanting to disturb anybody. As silently as possible, he brews coffee and some tea, washing his hands as he starts preparing a few ingredients to cook breakfast. Head in the fridge, music echoing in his brain, he has no idea someone is sneaking up behind him.

He jumps off his skin when he feels a cold hand on his bare back. Johnny hisses as he hits his head with the fridge, rubbing it as he straightens up, turning so he can snarl at whoever startled him.

All he sees is a messy head, pillow-marked cheeks, and a bright smile. Your eyes are twinkling as you look up at him.

Johnny forgets it all about being embarrassed.

You join him so easily, stealing some of the coffee as you help him cook. It is your kitchen, after all. He lets you take his headphones, watching as you shake your shoulders to his music, his eyes filled with hope as he tries not to end up cutting his finger off because he can’t stop staring. It’s more than enough for him to see you humming the song very quietly, sipping your coffee.

It’s domestic. Warm. It feels like he’s finally home. He doesn’t even care if you haven’t really said a word, because the way you trust your back to him tells him enough.

At some point, he catches Gaz getting out of the guest room, his eyes still very misty with sleep. You’re facing somewhere else so you don’t see him, but Gaz realizes it’s just the two of you and grins at Johnny, quietly shuffling back into the room, leaving them alone. He’s very thankful for that, because right away, you turn to him, taking your headphones off.

“It’s done. Let’s eat!”

Much to his contentment, you two end up having breakfast alone, even if it’s obvious to him the rest are already awake and starving, but he enjoys this little moment, your soft voice and your happy humming as you eat. Johnny tries not to be too creepy by staring at you so intently, but he loves the way you sip on the coffee he made, the way you munch on the salted veggies he made for you.

The door of the guest room quietly opens after half an hour, maybe, and Simon’s face stares at him from behind it. Johnny gives him a grin.

Not even twenty seconds later, they’re all filling your kitchen.

It’s so perfectly domestic that Johnny can only grin. He watches you talking to Gaz and the Capt'n while Simon is a little busy cooking for the rest. Sometimes you flinch when Simon moves a little too fast, but you relax almost instantly, even if your eyes follow his hands for a few seconds.

This is his family, he realizes —not for the first time—.

Maybe it’s a little complicated, but it is his.

And that's enough.

I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm glad bc it took me like eight days to finish the outline. it's been a tough week, you guys.

ANYWAY, so progress 😌 why did they have bags w clean clothes if they didn't know reader would invite them over? they were hopeful. little soap went skipping to the car to grab the bags btw

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