#and it’s hard to feel Good about being moved out

[rec-flies-away]

The 0-10 pain scale us relative, though. A pain that makes you cry and struggle to think isn’t a 2, it’s 6-8 somewhere.

0 is when you feel like you have no pain. If that sounds hard to conceptualise, you might always be in pain.

1 is a faint background pain that you only notice when you think about it, and that’s really easy to ignore. A lot of you wouldn’t call this a pain. At 1, people might use words like ‘uncomfortable’ or ‘a bit annoying’ instead of pain.

At 2-3, it gets harder to ignore, but it’s still tolerable. You can still think normally and go about usual routines, but it’s more mental effort to ignore the pain.

At 4-5 the pain is getting distracting. Your thoughts start occasionally being interrupted or clouded by pain. You’re not really ignoring the pain anymore, just accepting its existence as background noise while trying to continue with other stuff. At this point several normal routine activities get affected, but it’s still tolerable.

6 is completely impossible to ignore, the pain is no longer background noise, but instead actively bothersome at all times. This is the beginning of untolerable levels of pain. At 6, usual activities and function is definitely impaired, but you’re not completely knocked out.

7-8 are more powerfully bothersome, impair your usual activities severely, and feel unmanageable. It’s normal to get a bit frantic at this level, whether that’s repositioning a lot to relieve it, trying everything that might help, or just having your thoughts race as your mind struggles to deal with the overwhelming pain.

9 stops all activities because the only thing that exists in your mind is the pain, what you might do about it, and immediate important basic needs/problems. 9 overpowers all other thought processes, and it usually gets harder to string words together. You might feel a bit like your body tries to move uncontrollably in response to the pain, but you can probably still somewhat control yourself if you really have to.

10 completely utterly consumes your mind, body, and emotions. If your body reacts with movement to the pain, you’re helpless to control it - you might drop to the ground, uncontrollably wither or spasm, squirm, scream, all kinds of basic body impulses can happen, and you won’t be able to control or resist them. At all. 10 dominates your whole world, there is nothing else than you and your pain. All activities are way out of the question, and even basic needs are pushed aside, not a priority. 10 is so extremely intolerable that it either passes quickly, or someone helps you - if neither happens, you’re going to either pass out or enter a very fucked up mental state that no person should be forced into.

The scale is relative.

But what about when a pain started as an 8, but over time you learnt to kind of push it into the back of your mind and go on with your day? That’s a normal process of learning to live with chronic pain, unfortunately. And some of you will hate to hear this, but that means your 8 is no longer an 8. You adapted, and the same pain that started as an 8 became a 6.

This is what adjusting to chronic pain means. Your scale shifts.

That doesn’t mean you need more points on the scale, because the scale was always subjective and relative. But it does mean you need to use some clarifying statements when advocating for yourself.

‘My 6 isn’t like your 6, when I say 6 it’s a very intense pain that most people would feel as an 8.’

‘I worked hard to learn to live with it, and my scale shifted. I still need your patience, it still takes a lot out of me.’

‘When this pain started, it was an 8 on most days and peaked at 9 during flares. While the pain feels the same still, it hits me more as a 6, with 5 on good days and flares at 7.’

‘My goal is pain that I can actually ignore, instead of living with the constant distracting background noise. My goal with treatment is getting this pain below 4.’

‘When I say my pain is a [number], what I mean is that it’s [level of distracting], [amount of inpairment], [change to thoughts and voluntary movements].’

You aren’t at 9 of you’re going about your daily routines like always. Another person feeling the same pain might be at a 9, but you’re not. Not anymore. You learnt, adapted, adjusted.

You are an amazingly adaptive being, and learning to live with higher levels of pain is an impressive feat and skill. That’s what doctors mean when they say ‘course in coping with pain’. You figuring it out on your own is a good thing, even though the circumstances suck.

Doesn’t mean you deserve intense pain living at the back of your head all the time.

You can and should ask for help to get your pain down into ignorable levels, which is 1-3.

My ignorable pain might be somebody else’s 7, and that’s just how it is. The scale accounts for that by being relative and subjective.

And if you’re crying in pain, it’s not a 2. That’s at least 6. If you’re biting your hand in despair to make a toothache stop, don’t call it a 3, that’s devalidating yourself. That’s at least 7, likely 8 or 9. If you can’t think anymore due to a pain from an injury people claim doesn’t hurt much, don’t just say that you can’t think from a 3. Find the point on the scale that fits your subjective experience.

This goes both ways, guys.

If your tolerance is low, you hit higher numbers faster.

If your tolerance is high, you stay at lower numbers for longer.

It’s inherently subjective and treating it as anything but subjective is going to get you misunderstood, and that not only sucks but also can negatively affect your healthcare.

It’s okay to have low pain tolerance.

It’s okay to cry because your pain is at a 2 out of 10.

It’s okay to have higher tolerance for certain types of pain and lower tolerance for others.

It’s okay to be upset that your pain makes you dissociate, but not know any other way to deal with it.

Chronic pain is awful, period. Everyone who deals with it deserves compassion.

[minswriting]

UNKNOWN TERRITORY - A.H x Reader x S.R

About: Spencer walks in on Aaron going down on you. So he watches the two of you have sex.

A/N: this didn’t come out exactly how i wanted it to but i have so many ideas on this dynamic lol. so feel free to send aaron x reader x spencer requests!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, office sex, unprotected sex, oral (f), getting caught, voyeurism, masturbation (m), whiny Spencer, whiny reader, making out, Spencer’s a virgin and receives a handjob

Word Count: 1.5k

Working late at the Bureau wasn’t one of your favorite things to do, especially after working a really long case. No one else was at the Bureau except you and Aaron, everyone had already gone home. You were exhausted and just wanted to go home as well. But you also didn’t want to be alone. You wanted to be between Aaron’s sheets as he fucked you into a blissful state. Instead, you were sitting on Aaron’s desk, thoroughly distracting him from the work he claimed he absolutely had to do, as he was on his knees with his face buried between your legs.

Your legs rested on Aaron’s shoulders as his tongue lapped around your cunt, coating his tongue with your juices. Your hands gripped the desk as you let out the most beautiful noises, soft moans with quiet whimpers. Aaron’s tongue dipped to your hole, causing his nose to grind against your clit. You gasped, moving a hand to Aaron’s head as your eyes fluttered shut. You gently tugged at his hair, causing Aaron to groan against your pussy. The sound sent vibrations through you, making you buck your hips in response.

You knew exactly when this sexual relationship began with Aaron. About four months ago, the two of you were forced to share a room in the rural countryside in Vermont for a case with only one bed. So naturally, you ended up with your face buried in the pillow as Aaron fucked you into oblivion. And you had absolutely no regrets.

Aaron worked meticulously at eating you out. He loved when he could just bury his face between your thighs. The amount of times you’ve woken up with his tongue inside of you was more than often whenever he slept at your place. Your pussy was like his happy place and he never failed to show you that. He moved his lips against your cunt, slurping as he sucked on your clit.

You whined, still gripping Aaron’s hair. You opened your eyes to look down at him, only to see someone standing at the door. You gasped. “S-Spencer,” You said, eyes widening.

Aaron stopped his movements, looking up at you with confusion. “What?” He deadpanned.

You pointed a shaky finger at the doorway. “Spencer,” You said again. Aaron turned his head, seeing Spencer standing in the doorway with a file in hand. Spencer was frozen, shocked at the scene in front of him. His lips were parted, his eyes wide like a deer, his cheeks were pinkened, and he was sporting a very obvious hard-on.

Nothing was spoken between the three of you for a good few seconds. You were still exposed, your pants sitting comfortably on Aaron’s couch in his office. Your legs were still on Aaron’s shoulders. You thought Aaron would stop the whole ordeal, being the most logical person in the room because he was your and Spencer’s boss. However, instead, he looks at Spencer and then at you and says “Reid, if you’re going to stand there and watch, you can at least come in and close the door,” before diving back into eating you out.

The action caused you to gasp and moan, your hand going back to Aaron’s hair. Spencer quickly walked into the office, closing the door behind him. He stood awkwardly in the room, watching the scene before him. He bit his lip, watching as Aaron ate you out. The way your body reacted to Aaron’s touch, the way your lips parted in an “o”. You looked as though you were in Heaven, basking in the pleasures that Aaron bestowed on you. And Spencer couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to. Spencer’s never done anything remotely sexual so his experience is very much nonexistent. What better way to learn to pleasure someone than to watch it happen right in front of you?

The look you were giving Spencer as Aaron ate you out was one that Spencer would likely jerk off to frequently. He had expected that you would look at Aaron as if he was the one pleasuring you but instead, your lustful gaze met Spencer’s doe eyes, as though you wanted him to join. And as you let out a loud moan, biting your lip when Aaron sucked on your clit, you made a come here motion to Spencer. Spencer was quick to walk over to you, placing the file that was in his hands on Aaron’s desk before taking a seat next to you on the desk. He looked at you, waiting for you to say or do anything.

You tilted your head towards Spencer, looking at him. “Kiss me,” you breathed out.

And Spencer didn’t need to be told twice as he put his lips onto yours.

Aaron glanced up as he continued eating you out, his hands on your thighs. He saw you and Spencer kissing, unable to help the small chuckle that escaped his lips against your cunt. The action of itself caused you to moan against Spencer’s mouth, allowing his tongue to explore you. Your kisses with Spencer were slow but hungry. Both of your hands were tugging at Aaron’s hair.

You could feel yourself getting closer. With the way Aaron’s tongue kept moving around on your pussy and how his nose would brush against your clit. The way Spencer’s tongue moved inside your mouth as he kissed you. The little cherry on top that sent you over the edge was the way Spencer had tentatively put a hand on your left boob, massaging the flesh through your shirt. You came with a loud moan that was muffled by Spencer’s mouth. Your thighs clenched around Aaron’s face, shaking as your orgasm overcame you.

When you finished, you pulled away from the kiss to look down at Aaron, breathing heavily. He pulled away from your cunt, taking your legs off of his shoulder as he stood up. His face was glistening from your juices. He took the back of his hand, wiping his chin before licking his lips. It wasn’t long until the three of you were undressed and moved to Aaron’s couch.

Spencer was sitting on the left side of the couch while Aaron had you bent over on the rest of it, his cock thrusting into you hard. Your eyes were rolled back as Spencer watched you. He had his cock in his hand, stroking himself with his fist. He thumbed the tip of his cock, spreading around the precum that had accumulated, causing him to let out a whine.

That noise sent a shiver down your spine, causing your pussy to flutter around Aaron’s cock. “Oh you liked that didn’t you, baby?” Aaron groaned, giving you a particularly harsh thrust, eliciting a sharp moan from you.

“Yes,” you whined, looking at Spencer.

Spencer really couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He knew it should’ve been wrong. The fact that you were his coworker and Hotch was his boss. And yet, he could hardly find himself caring when you looked so pretty getting railed by your boss. Spencer began stroking himself a bit faster, pumping his cock in rhythm of Aaron’s thrusts. But when your hand moved to wrap around Spencer’s, helping him jerk himself off? Spencer almost came right then and there. “O-oh fuck,” Spencer whimpered out, throwing his head back. His eyes met with Aaron’s as he turned his head to the side as Aaron gave him a smirk.

Aaron’s thrusts became more frenzied, chasing the pleasure that you both craved. The office was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, moans and whines from both you and Spencer, and the low groans that Aaron was letting out.

It didn’t take long for Spencer to cum. His hips began meeting your fist and he was done for. His cum landed on his chest and stomach as Spencer let out the most beautiful noises you had ever heard.

The heat was building in your abdomen from Aaron’s thrusts. You were close and Aaron could tell. “Go ahead and cum for me, baby,” Aaron said, grabbing your ass and massaging it. His breathing was harsh just like his thrusts.

You came with a high pitched noise that was surely pornographic, a noise that will live in Spencer’s dreams frequently. You buried your head into the leather cushion, cumming from Aaron’s cock. Aaron continued his pace before letting out a loud groan, burying himself deep inside of you as he came.

Harsh breathing filled the air as the three of you came down from your highs. You looked at Spencer who was moving his gaze between you and Aaron. None of you spoke. But there was change in the way the three of you interacted from now on. This fateful night marked the night when Spencer became part of your dynamic with Aaron. It was uncertain as to where it would go or what would come of it. But all that mattered was teaching one another and exploring each other’s bodies.

[prettycolors]

Pretty Colors Update _ Jan 27 2025

First, a story told in three parts…

I.

Time passes. It's hard to be sure how much. Feels like a lot. Stuff happens: Everything and nothing. Some beings are born and other beings die. An uncaring universe hangs out with itself while lots of fuckin' bullshit goes on. Personally, I'm just kind of sitting there, minding my own business.

II.

I get an email saying that Somebody Nice has "Blazed" a Pretty Colors post. I think this means that it'll be shown to more people, which is good. People need to think about the simple things in life more often, and there's not many activities simpler than contemplating a particularly nice color.

I'm warm with gratitude as I sit with this surprising development.

III.

An hour later, still filled with a nonzero amount of Good Vibes over the previous section of my story, I get another email:

A particularly nice shade of lavender, brought into existence via the vibration of wavelengths the human mind can barely fathom while our eye cones and brains and God knows what else turn those vibrations into something pretty, is "poor image quality and user experience."

<3 right back atcha, hellsite.

...

Finally, a technical update…

In an unprecedented move, I had to entirely disable new Pretty Color submissions because somebody has been putting in the same color approximately 847 times in a row and it's making some people insane. Personally, I can kind of see this as more "uncaring universe bullshit" that might be good for us all to deal with, but my goal with Pretty Colors has generally been to make people feel the opposite of insane. Generally.

For now, though, I'm going to think about to handle this sort of thing and then hit you back when things are back up and running again.

As always, thanks for your engagement.

[squeefishy]

It’s a resolutely average day. The sky is a muddy shade of gray, and seems to enjoy terrorizing the city with the possibility of rain. You almost grabbed an umbrella, but if the sky can't make up its mind then neither could you.

You bump into someone, a college student most likely, and while you stumble back their papers go flying. “Sorry,” he mutters, round glasses slipping down his long nose. You read the text above his head almost on instinct and try to choke back a laugh.

TIMES SPILLED COFFEE ON SOMEONE: 57

Yeah, that’s… not surprising. You watch him nearly trip as he hurries away and nearly dump all of his papers to the ground for a second time. You’re not quite sure which universal force decides which stats are displayed for each person, but you hope for his sake that spilling coffee isn’t truly the most interesting thing about him.

You shove your hands deep into your pockets to ward off the chill and carry on. As you walk, you play your little game with yourself. You scan the area just over each person you pass’ head. What is the best stat that you can find? Which one makes you smile, which one makes you blink several times in shock?

You like people watching. You like being in crowds. It makes you feel like you belong, like you’re a part of something bigger than yourself. Knowing these random, charming little facts about people almost makes you feel like each person that you pass is your friend.

Unfortunately, the weather seems to be doing a pretty good job of intimidating people into staying inside, but you manage to catch a few good stats. NUMBER OF DIVORCES: 7 makes you do a double take, while NUMBER OF STAB WOUNDS: 23 causes you to miss a step as you try to make sure the person isn’t actively bleeding.

You cut through the park to make the walk back to your apartment shorter. It’s eerily silent, and unusually empty. The rusting of dry leaves sounds almost like whispers.

You notice the figure on the bench. You don’t know why your eyes were so drawn to him. It isn’t like he’s particularly tall, or wearing anything especially colorful. He just has a… gravity to him. Something the way he sits almost… lazily, draped over the bench like a viper coiled over itself.

You should have kept walking. Instead, your footsteps slow as you stare unashamedly at the figure. Maybe it’s because you’re so busy studying his long, black coat or glittering gold something twirling between his fingers that your eyes don’t flick up to his stat like they would if it was anyone else.

Two things happen at the same time. He notices you, and you finally read the text floating above his head.

His eyes are brown. They meet yours, and you are seen. You are known.

EXTRATERRESTRIALS KILLED: 27.

You want to run, but your feet move clumsily. You’re pinned like a bug in amber as he stretches to his feet and starts walking towards you. He moves slowly, as if he has all the time in the world.

It’s a knife. The thing that he was twirling in his hand was a knife. It flashes dangerously. The park is empty. There are no witnesses.

You swallow hard. “I don’t want any trouble.”

His face is cold. “Neither did I. But you're not supposed to be here.”

“Please. I’m not doing anything. I- I have a life here!”

He’s only a few feet away, and you finally find the strength to run. Not that it does you any good. The knife buries itself between your shoulder blades.

You fall to the ground. An inhuman cry of pain rips itself out of you. It hurts. It hurtsithurtsithurtsithurts

He’s standing over you and he has another knife, because of course he does. “I wasn’t sure about you at first. But I’ve been watching you for some time. You made my job quite… difficult.”

“Please,” you plead because even though you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re scared and you don’t want to die. There’s no sympathy in his face. Only a cold determination.

It’s so cold.

Something else flashes from under his coat. It’s a badge, you think.

The second knife finds its mark. The last thing you see is the number above his head tick up once with finality.

EXTRATERRESTRIALS KILLED: 28.

The sky opens up, and it finally starts raining.

You were born with the unique power to see the most interesting "stat" of a person floating over their head. For most, it's stuff like "TIMES WON GAMES OF POKER: 43," or "PROMISES BROKEN: 105." Today, you glance up at someone sitting nearby to see "EXTRATERRESTRIALS KILLED: 27."

[oikarma]

number one girl

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: the story of ynmax is a very, very heated topic riddled with holes and chock full of conspiracies: a couple and split to rival brocedes. it's mostly an a f1 thing, though, until you release an album and the internet tries to deduce what ruined a decades-long friendship.

a/n: angst warning. bear with me, you're in for a long ride. we go from twitter to insta to reddit to sdfsd. this was SO FUN!

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yourinstagram: "number one girl" out now.

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user1: mother??? music???

user2: our multitalented baby <3

stevienicks: so proud of you ❤️

yourinstagram: so thankful for you �� your support is immeasurable in worth

user3: max verstappen did you-

user4: george listening to this so he can justify bullying max next season

user5: please 💀 i choked on my water reading that

user6: CHARLES IN THE CREDITS FOR PIANO?? how many side quests has this girl roped people into

user7: they're still good friends lol just cause she and max stopped speaking doesn't mean she's not close w the rest of the grid user8: @/user7 right! she and alex have also posted each other quite a bit after the rhode collab

user9: is no one talking about the lyrics 😃 gut wrenching, yes, but the way it all lines up w max??

user10: no babe dw we're all talking about the lyrics user11: my roman empire...

user12: who's this max guy and what does he have to do with my queen y/n

user13: @/user12 he's a formula one driver, they ued to be best friends user12: @/user13 like nascar? omg what i only knew that she debuted in shadow n bone but WHAT IS THIS

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A PAGE FROM Y/N's JOURNAL November 15, 2021

Max is a plane right now to see Kelly. I feel like I've been punched, three times over. The nausea is getting to me.

How could you? Just say all those things, like you always do. Do you mean any of them? When you say "I love you, more than anyone in this life." When you say "You're worth it, really. "When you say "forever." Does anyone ever really mean forever? Forever is part of the foreseeable future. You cannot capture what is beyond that.

You were my life. The words, every moment. An inescapable reminder.

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yourinstagram: "toxic till the end (ft. lewis hamilton)" is up on youtube and all music platforms ♡

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user1: what. the. fuck.

user2: is she dating lewis? what? y/n girl please stop being cryptic my head can't take all of this 😭

user3: if this is part of the press tour i must say i am now extremely invested in the ynmax drama and i didn't even know who max was until i saw a thread on number one girl...

lewishamilton: Best of luck with your future endeavors, Y/N 🫂 Will be by your side!

yourinstagram: you better be 🫰 user4: the friendship we didn't know we needed

user5: lewis with...pink hair...

user6: max emilian verstappen fumbled so hard

user7: imagine ghosting THE y/n l/n and then she drops this

user8: well, 4 years later but yeah user9: what even is a wdc...

user10: what does the heart mean y/n

user11: bro

user12: so i guess the harry styles dating rumors were all fake 😔 but omg lewis music!!

kellypiquet: Face and voice of an angel 😽

yourinstagram: me? please, pregnancy glow has been treating you good 💕 user13: at least they don't have any hard feelings...

user14: bruno in the likes is the most random thing ever

user15: acting career, check. singing career, check. formula one side quests??? multple checks

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lewishamilton: Behind the scenes of Miss Y/N's "toxic till the end" music video

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yourinstagram: looking good there, lew

lewishamilton: Very kind of you to say user1: trust me we are witnessing the start of a great romance

user2: i don't want to delulu too hard but PLEASE tell me y/n's moved on with lewis it would be the ultimate baddie move

user3: imagine...you won abu dhabi but you lost the love of your life to the guy you beat 🤪 user4: we're all insane but i'm just going to keep dreaming

charles_leclerc: Why am I not in your dump?

yourinstagram: face card wasn't lethal enough user5: she's brutal 💀 user6: our charles's facecard could start wars idk what she's on

user7: daddy please give me ONE chance

user8: give me some of that maranello?? he looks so good oml

user9: focusing on music videos and not racing...no wonder he's washed

user10: @/user9 can you stfu and touch grass user11: @/user9 literally no one asked

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX November 2021

Dear Hey, Y/N.

I realized you blocked me. It hurts. I don't know what to say or what to believe anymore. I miss us. Overstepping was the wrong choice, if you must, but going back is not impossible.

We've been friends for so long. Why can't you won't you try?

I miss you.

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r/Fauxmoi · 1 day ago hamilton7xc

Max Verstappen and Y/N L/N's infamous split explained?

feralonsos: So she's been pretending he led her on when she lead him on

parking23: I don't know anymore. I know nothing. Don't even talk to me.

forzamcqueen: I want to say it's not about YNMax but 21 (as in 21, when they split?) and Y/N has been coming out with music recently. When you look at the "number one girl" lyrics from Boy's perspective it lines up with this submission. That Max wanted reassurance from Y/N and she gave it to him, but she couldn't give him everything he needed.

↳ roses_berg: @/forzamcqueen I don't know...it seems kind of unlikely. Y/N has a lyric about "chasing the prize" or something like that. What prize would she be chasing? On the other hand, you have Max who has clearly said racing is his passion and he loves winning.

↳ forzamcqueen: @/roses_berg I see where you're coming from but there are a few interpretations. Toxic Till the End suggests she thought his attachment to her was maybe unhealthy, and he kept trying to find ways to keep her by his side. Y/N has mentioned in past interviews (promo for her role in Shadow and Bone, when she was starting to do acting) that she's had bad experience with past relationships and is hesitant on starting a new one.

↳ januaryblues11: @/forzamcqueen Sorry, what interview? Could you link it?

↳ forzamcqueen: @/januaryblues11 No worries, I put it down below. The part I'm referring to is around 5:41.

↳ WolffHornerFan: @/forzamcqueen Okay, okay. I need a timeline then. She must've started filming Shadow and Bone in Oct 2019, then wrapped 4 months later in Feb 2020. This might be the "prize" she's chasing? Her own career. Before it was announced that she was in the series most news referred to her as "close friend" or "best friend" of Max Verstappen. Now a lot of people know her for S&B or Top Gun Maverick, etc.

↳ CautiousOwl: Might've not wanted her relationship to overshadow her career. It's understandable, if she wanted to be taken seriously instead of a "nepo friend."

↳ 4norrisop: She's amazing in Shadow and Bone! Definitely recommend checking that out, but I don't understand why she ghosted him.

↳ ynluv07: @/4norrisop he was dating kelly at the time. she might've thought it was a bad idea after it happened (i'm referring to the kiss, which i assume happened because she explicitly refers to it a few times in "number one girl") and distanced herself. maybe she told him it wasn't okay?

↳ ICEMAN_bwoah: Brain hurts.

↳ brooksies: Well if she did give up her happiness because she thought Kelly deserved better, that's great. No wonder they're still on good terms.

↳ DauntingParrot91: @/brooksies Yeah, sure...

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX January 2022

Y/N, I'm sorry I asked for too much; I'm sorry I pushed you. I'll take my bags and go quietly, this time. Maybe you'll open the door again someday. I love you too, my best friend always.

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yourinstagram: Burnout.

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM Y/N February 2022

Wish you'd take a little longer to pack up your bags. You're moving too fast. Make me want to hate you more than I hate myself, so I don't have to miss you. Make a mistake, please. So I have someone to blame.

Please, won't you stay a little longer? I would call you babe, just to make you smile. I wouldn't mean it that way, but I still love you. You're my best friend. Why wasn't that enough?

I'll be okay, sometime. You say it's written all over my face, and I wonder, what is? I'm fragile, now. I'm speechless, now. Don't leave me in pieces. I'm sorry, let me fix it. It won't be good for us, but oh-how I want to.

I'm already having trouble breathing. Please, stay a little longer. I can't stand these four walls without you inside them.

Come back, be here.

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maxverstappen: She stayed a little longer 🖤

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user1: GUYS HE DEF HEARD THE SONG

user2: do we think kelly asked him to post it

user3: tbf given on how sweet her n yns interactions are i wouldn't be surprised if she listened to burnout

user4: kelly. you are the strongest woman i know

user5: so i can convince you the minute i kiss you speak a little softer so i don't have to answer and make it okay before you can say

user6: i just know he had a little breakdown inside after he heard the album

user7: max rn: CHARLES HOW COULD YOU PLAY PIANO FOR HER

user8: max: alexa play that should be me user9: ho-olding your handdd

user10: who are we blaming today

user11: at least max is finally someone's number one girl

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX Summer 2024

Sometimes I look to the television and you're on, flying a plane or wielding magic, whatever it is you do these days. I knew you could act. I knew you'd make it far. I hear you were nominated for a Golden Globe, too.

I was mad for a long time. I was upset you kicked me out of your life so abruptly.

Kelly's expecting. I think she will be as good a mother to our child as she is to little P. A family is what I have always wanted, you know. It was not what you wanted.

I am sorry. I have said that many times, but one day I will need to say it to your face. I am truly, irrevocably sorry for all the hurt I caused you, in the name of love.

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r/PopCultureChat · 1 day ago forzamcqueen

"Burnout" by Y/N L/N

How do we feel about the release of the full album? Moreover, how do we think it fits into the YNMax narrative? I, for one, have been listening non-stop trying to figure out the story.

lec_clerc16: I think it's funny how many people have gotten into F1 because of her music. Lol.

↳ NaturalOtter5: Well Lewis & Charles were on it so I would say the F1 community is pretty interested in the tea aswell.

↳ lec_clerc16: @/NaturalOtter5 Right, but YNMax is old drama. Sure, someone's posting in r/F1 every other week about an old photo or new quote. It's still been around for a while. This is fresh meat 😋

jennyowens1342: such a player...LOL who is gameboy about atp

↳ sassybanana: TBF Y/N's dating life has been a lot more quiet than Max's. There have been rumors but she hasn't hard launched anything. Maybe the one public "relationship" was enough for her.

museapollo: the more i listen the more convinced i am that y/n did not want the relationship as max did and decided it was best for them to stop being friends. the whole album is about a codependent relationship and the two people can't deal with leaving but they know it's better for both.

↳ janitorsclosetmonster: yess!! that's what i've been saying. we can't blame y/n for everything, it must've been confusing for her as well. having to navigate everything. idt she'd dated anyone at that point. max was her only close friend.

↳ EggplantParmesan713: But did max cheat...that's the real question. When did THE kiss happen? And who started it?

↳ museapollo: @/EggplantParmesan713 idk. i can't figure if she actually loved him (romantically) bcs it's clear he did but her side is a bit more hazy. you have: 1. "i just WANT it to be you" - it's not actually him she loves but she desperately wants it to be him 2. "cause even when i said it was over / you heard baby can you pull me in closer" - she's telling him it won't work out but he's not listening. 3. "please, won't you stay, stay a little a little longer, babe?" - she pauses before babe, like it's her trying to convince him to stay. mb she thought it was best to distance herself/end the friendship for a bit but she still loves him a lot because they've been friends for so long

↳ forzamcqueen: @/museapollo The best explanation I have heard so far. You can't force someone to love you the way you do. At least they've matured and moved on.

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January 2025

Dear Max:

Congratulations. I'm sure you will be a wonderful father, as I have always guessed. 2024 was a great year for you. I watched all a few of your races; you've still got it.

I'm putting out an album soon. I thought you should know. I already had a talk with Kelly, she's listened to some snippets and she likes it a lot. Some of the writing is about you the things I never said.

It was wonderful being your best friend. We had a good run, better than most.

Missing you Wish you the best, Y/N L/N

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February 2025

Dear Y/N:

Occasionally, I think of all that could have been.

But we had many years together, and I will always cherish those moments.

Kelly loves the album, she puts it on while she cooks or does her makeup. P sings along in the car. She says she wants to go out for a tea party with you sometime. I listen to it even when they're out of the voice, for a reminder of your voice. You've made quite a name for yourself. I'm sorry I couldn't be there by your side.

Thank you for writing it. There are some things that you have to hear once, just for yourself.

Love Always Yours, Max Verstappen

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what did you think?? i might do a part 2 of yn & max talking for the first time in forever but i wanna know if you guys liked this one first LOL

[keeryhours]

kiss me - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x female reader

Summary:

Steve has a crush on you, but he’s too scared to make a move.

1k celebration prompt: “So…are you just going to keep staring or are you going to kiss me?”

Warnings:

None, just kissing

Word Count: 1k

A/N:

Thank you @the-witty-pen-name for your request and for celebrating with me! Join in my celebration here 🍾

Steve Harrington was not scared to ask girls out. He had spent years being King Steve, after all. Every girl at school wanted him - that was until he dated Nancy and lost his spot at the top of the popularity chain. But he still had moves, right? He asked out girls and went on dates all the time.

That was before you. Before you came walking into Family Video, looking for a job. Before Keith hired you on the spot, because he always liked hiring the pretty girls. And god, were you pretty.

Beautiful, in fact. The most beautiful Steve had ever seen. He no longer noticed the girls who came into the store, because you were right there. Robin noticed immediately and started teasing him about it all the time.

“Too scared to ask her out, little Stevie?” She’d tease, Steve rolling his eyes and throwing the candy he was eating at her.

But the truth was, he was too scared. He didn’t think he could take it if he asked you out and you said no. For one, he’d have to work with you still and see you everyday after the most embarrassing denial of his life. And second, he cared too much about you. Most of the time he’d ask a girl out and if she said no it might bruise his ego a little, but with you? It would be earth shattering.

So he just looked. From afar. And admired. There was a lot to admire, he thought. The way your clothes hugged your curves, showing off your body. The view of your ass when you bent over to shelve some tapes or help a customer find what they wanted. The way your hair was always perfect, he so badly wanted to brush it off your shoulder and kiss your neck. How soft your lips looked, how perfect he knew they would feel pressed against his own. He needed a taste.

He had never been scheduled to work alone with you, always accompanied by Robin or Keith. But when Robin got hit with the flu and called out, it left only the two of you.

Steve said your name in shock when you walked in right on time on your own, and you looked at him like he’d grown another head. “Yeah?”

“What- what are you doing here?”

You stared at him. “I…work here?”

Steve shook his head, willing himself to get his thoughts together. “No, yeah. I mean, like, it’s just us today?”

“Yeah, you didn’t hear?” You asked, pulling your vest on over your striped shirt and walking to the back room to leave your bag. “Robin’s sick. Just us today.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he should be celebrating or running far away. Instead he watched your ass as you walked into the back room, quickly averting his gaze when you came back out.

It was a quiet evening at Family Video. Not many customers came in, and it left you and Steve in awkward silence or stilted conversation. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, Steve couldn’t get a coherent thought out when it came to you.

“What’s your favorite movie?” He asked.

You thought for a minute, and Steve thought you looked so cute when you were contemplating. “Maybe The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

“Really?” He asked. He wouldn’t have guessed that. “I’ve never seen it.”

“Oh, you have to,” you said. “It’s so unbelievably good. Good songs, too. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s your favorite movie?” You reminded him with a laugh.

“Oh,” Steve thought. “Um, Animal House.”

“Animal House?” You laughed.

“Yeah! It’s a good movie!”

You shook your head, grinning. “I’ll take your word for it.”

The day went on, Steve unable to take his eyes off of you. He was distracted dealing with customers, shelving movies in the wrong place. “Uh, dingus,” he could practically hear Robin’s voice in his head, “just talk to her.”

He thought he would, and he tried to work up the courage all day, but before he knew it the day was over and it was closing time. He cursed himself for ruining his chance as the two of you straightened up and wiped down the counters. When you were done, you both headed into the back room to grab your stuff.

God, you looked so good. So pretty. He loved those jeans you were wearing, your striped top showing off your boobs in a way he definitely appreciated. He was practically drooling as he grabbed his car keys and slid his vest off. When you turned and looked him in the eye, it startled him- he’d been caught.

“So…” you said, a slight grin on your pretty lips. “Are you just going to keep staring or are you going to kiss me?”

Steve blinked in surprise. Had you really just said that, or had he finally lost it? “Huh?” He asked, like an idiot.

You looked at him. “Steve, you’ve been staring at me all day. Since I got hired, actually.”

A blush rose to his cheeks. “I…”

“It’s okay…” You said quietly, taking a step closer to him. “I like you, too. So are you gonna kiss me or not?”

Steve wasn’t about to let this chance go to waste, dream or not. He closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face, pulling you into a kiss. Your lips felt just as soft as he imagined. He had never kissed someone who’s lips felt as perfect against his, he swore he could see the metaphorical fireworks.

He moved his hands down to grasp at your waist as your arms slid around his neck. He lifted you and sat you on the table, standing between your thighs and kissing you deeply, tongue tracing along your bottom lip. You easily let him in, your tongues moving together in a way that gave Steve butterflies.

His hands gripped your hips, caressing your body with his large hands as he kissed you. He pulled you closer to him, as close as you could get. God, this was even better than his dreams.

When he pulled back he rested his forehead against yours. You both breathed heavily, big smiles on your faces as you looked into each other’s eyes.

“Go out with me sometime?” He asked, squeezing your hips, his forehead nuzzling against yours.

“Duh,” you laughed. “At least you finally asked.”

[satorella]

“𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐛𝐞”

[𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆]

As always, 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 flew you out to one of his away games, not being able to bear the thought of you not being there with him in person. You were his good luck charm in the flesh, after all.

He watches from the king sized hotel bed, as you hike one of your legs up on the edge of the tub, rubbing lotion onto your freshly showered skin. This wasn’t the first time you guys would be spending the night together, but despite being together for over six months now, you guys have never… done it. Or anything of the sort. You were fine going at his pace, though you couldn’t help but tease him every now and then.

"Deine Haut sieht weich aus, meine Schatz." [Your skin looks soft, my darling.] He says, looking at you from over his glasses frame. “Ja? You wanna feel?” You teased like usual, sauntering over to him in just a towel. To your surprise, he set his glasses and laptop down on the nightstand before reaching over and resting his hand on your thigh. There was a moment of silence while you just watched him run the tips of his fingers up and down your skin… waiting to see what he would do next. He’s never really touched you like this; bare skin and nothing underneath. He always shied away… in a cool and nonchalant manner, of course, making up excuses to get up and do this/that. Not this time though. The way you got riled up at his game earlier really had him hot and bothered all evening. Sure, he’s had his fair share of fights. But seeing his sweet, and usually level-headed, girlfriend get mean for him was a new side of you that he hasn’t seen before. “You’ve been quiet since we got back from the afterparty.” You break the silence, but he doesn’t respond. You continued to watch as he caressed the inside of your thigh. “Y’know… if you keep touching me like this… I might steal something of yours tonight.” You warn, but in a playful tone. His hand moves slowly up to your neck and wraps his fingers around you in a firm, but gentle, grip. “Is that a threat or a promise…?”

HA?!?! Do your ears deceive you?!

You raised a brow; your body growing hot. He tightened his fingers around your neck just a bit, feeling your pulse. He could feel how excited you were. “Can’t steal something that was already yours for the taking, mein Engel.” [My Angel.] He moved to press a kiss against your neck, and then gently sunk his teeth into your sensitive skin. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation. Oh how long you’ve been waiting to devour this man. Or for him to devour you! “Ich will dich…” [I want you…] He whispers, the words sending warm chills down your spine. “Are you sure, mein Liebe?” Your eyes were dark; pupils dilating at the thought of being the only one he’s ever been with. He pulled your towel open and tossed it aside. “I want you to be my first and only.” At his consent, you wasted no time throwing yourself at him, pouncing on him like a damn feline; capturing his lips in a hot, tongue filled, kiss. He caught you in his arms, leaning back against the pillows as your lips connected. One of his hands gently tangled itself in your hair, while the other rested on your hip; eventually sliding down to grab one of your plump ass cheeks.

He didn’t really care for relationships or sex, before you. Soccer took up most of his time, and thankfully so, because now he was able to save himself for you: his first love. Thinking about it only made him even more hungry for you. “I love you…” You said in between kisses. “And I love you.” He replied, before nipping at your bottom lip and then sucking on it ever so softly. “Touch me, Micha… p-please…” You whimpered desperately, straddling him and taking his hands to place them over your breasts for him to squeeze. He hesitated for a moment, not quite sure how hard to squeeze them. He didn’t want to hurt you. “Do whatever you want, baby.” You reassured him, “I can take it.” His heart was pounding in his chest. The most beautiful girl in the world was here, with him, naked and desperate for his virgin dick. What if he wasn’t good? What if he couldn’t satisfy you? You could practically see the gears turning in his head. The proud prodigy, Michael Kaiser, was actually unsure of himself right now. “Here… like this…” You cupped his hands that were over your breasts, and squeezed a bit to where it was just right, then let go for him to continue on his own. His thumb accidentally swiped over your hard nipple, causing you to let out a small hiss. He looks up at you with slight concern, but you shook your head. “Nngh, do it again!” You begged like a whore.

Oh? His dick definitely twitched at that.

He did it again, earning a whiny moan from you. You’ve been so patient for the last six months, but now that you were here… you weren’t sure how much more teasing you could take. He lifted his hips slightly to pull his sweats down, revealing his deliciously hard and leaking cock. You couldn’t help but stare, a mischievous grin starting to form on your face. This was more than you bargained for. Not that you were complaining. “You… you’ve been keeping him from me all this time?” All the heat rose to his cheeks at your question, “W-Was meinst du?” [W-What do you mean?] Rather than answering him, you slid down his legs a little to where you were face to face with his third leg, and wrapped your lips around his pink tip. He couldn’t help the guttural groan that escaped his lips as you swirled your warm tongue around his sensitive head, your saliva mixing with his pre. “Ah- Ah…” He groaned as you took more of him in your mouth, one hand gripping your hair and the other gripping the sheets for dear life. You made it halfway down his shaft before you gagged, but pressed on, wanting to make your boyfriend’s first time memorable. “Ah… t-take it all…” He hissed, involuntarily bucking his hips up from how good your mouth felt.

He was fucking crazy, psychotic even, for waiting this long in your relationship to finally get his dick wet by you. “Prinzessin… w-wait…” He said breathlessly. You released him slowly, making him twitch slightly. “What’s wrong baby?” “I want to cum in you first before I cum anywhere else.” He caresses your face. His words made you clench around nothing. “Oh ja?” You smirked. He reciprocated your smirk and pulled you back up to him, only to flip you both so that he was now on top of you. He made himself comfortable in between your thighs, his tip poking at your entrance. He cradled your head as he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, your moans being muffled by his shoulder and nails digging into his back at the big stretch. “Meine Liebe…” He pants, “Why didn’t we do this sooner… f-fuck… Du fühlst dich so gut…” [You feel so good…] “M-Micha! Don’t stop!” You wrapped your legs around his waist.

You weren’t really expecting him to last long, but what did surprise you, was how well he was doing. How attentive he was, despite this being his first time. He placed open mouthed kisses down your temple, before nuzzling his face in your hair. “I want to do this all night…” His breath tickles your ear, making you shiver under him. At that, he decides to try something, “I’m sorry, Engel...” Before you could respond, he thrusts hard, earning a pornographic moan from you. He does it again, and again, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your broken moans were all that could be heard. He was too lost in your pussy to care if his teammates could hear through the hotel walls. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge as he continues his ruthless thrusts and pace; the tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. “I managed to find it on my first try, hm?” He chuckles breathlessly. A cocky smirk appears on his handsomely blissed out face. “I want to feel you cum on my cock…” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear, causing you to clench around him. “Ja meine Prinzessin? Go on.” His encouragement was all you needed before you finally let go. Everything you’ve been holding back for the last couple of months finally gushing out, creating a white ring around the base of his dick. You don’t remember the last time you ever had an orgasm like this. One that made your toes curl and eyes roll back. “You’re going to let me fill you up, ja?” He hisses as his thrusts start to get sloppy. “Give it all to me…” You whimpered after you’ve come down from your high. “So kostbar... meine schöne Blume…” [So precious… my beautiful flower…] He whispered, resting his forehead against yours; looking into your eyes as ropes of his cum painted your walls white. His body trembled as he pushed deeper into you, making sure none of his seed went to waste; plugging you up.

A few minutes later, he relaxed atop of you. He laid his head over your beating heart, just listening; trying to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his sweaty blonde hair, “Looks like we’ll have to shower again.” You chuckled softly.

He lifts his head and smiles down at you.

“Round two in the bath?”

“Why don’t you ever make noises like that?” One of Kaiser’s teammates, who was staying in the next room, asks his girlfriend; earning a flick on the forehead from her.

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[testsubject8]

@coral-skeleton For some reason I have this belief that I’m broken because I don’t get the high that everyone around me describes themselves feeling, it usually feels very different (but still good). I don’t know much about hallucinogens, I just take them. (from people that DO know a lot, that’s important to me). But I can explain how each felt easily enough (:

mdma gave me a lot of energy+nice body high/relaxed muscles+you feel like a very social drunk. my boyfriend couldn’t stop blabbing about how much he loved everyone. 🫶

a shroom trip varies depending on the type. i’ve had three types i think, and i have a hard time hallucinating, i don’t know why, because I knew all of them were quality mushrooms and that’d I’d taken enough. It just reacted with me differently I suppose. i cant remember the name of the first two sadly, my memory sucks, but the first two gave me the feeling of being shitfaced drunk, happy and horny. the lights around me were very beautiful and vibrant. Penis envy was the third type, I think I remember it because it made me hallucinate finally, unlike the others, but it was minimal (like texture on the walls and ceiling wiggling and shrinking/expanding). I remember being really emotional. I cried a lot over built up stress but it was actually pretty chill, lol. i relaxed after and slept good.

ketamine is a short lived high for me but it’s like a quick burst of energy and floaty head high. i felt really social too.

finally, acid is so strange to describe but. i felt out-of-body at times, like in a dream when you’re walking, your pov skips time and you’re skipping across the sidewalk and all the sudden you’re in a house. maybe that’s also similar to being shitfaced lmao. it felt like the walls were breathing with me. they would expand and shrink in time with my breathing. everything felt alive! there was patterns all over everything, constantly moving, but not in an overwhelming way for me. it was fucking cool. i just felt like at times i was acting on a hollywood set where nothing outside of it existed. like a video game when you zoom out and the space around the map is black. idk, it was such a unique thing. this probably doesn’t help much but! i’m happy to answer nonetheless haha

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[mlthree]

simon riley was amazing at hiding his facial expressions.

keyword, was.

he learned from an early age how to do so because of the family he grew up with, but once he got to the military and put on that mask, his skills slowly began to fade away. he needed some way to convey his emotion other than shooting guns and giving death stares.

so his brain adapted, erasing years and years of learned stoicness in his facial muscles. after all, if he decided to raise his eyebrows, purse his lips, or tighten his jawline — it would be hard for one to tell. not that many people had the guts to look him in the face when he was talking, anyways.

and then came you. he was even worse at hiding it when he was around you, which was fine, because the mask was doing all the work. but when that mask came off and you got to see his face, the first ten minutes told you all you needed to know. you were a good enough intuitive to be able to read his eyes, but when the rest of his face was added in the equation, you felt like you were watching a pixar character react to anything you said.

“si, do you want to watch la la land tonight?” his face contorted as if he had smelled milk gone bad, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “so that’s another face you’re hiding under the mask?” “no. just the face i make when my girlfriend wants me to sob myself to sleep tonight.”

“lovie, how the hell did you get yourself into this situation?” he kneels beside your rather uncomfortable cot in the med bay, his shaky hand taking hold of yours. his eyes are full of fear, darting all over your face, his eyebrows furrowed, and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek. “i’m okay, si.” he clenches his jaw, unconvinced. “promise.”

“si, hey, listen. it’s okay. i’m here.” you’re coaxing your lover into deeper breaths, watching the terror slowly fade from his face when he realizes it was just a nightmare. in the dim light of the lamp you can see his eyes wide with terror, lips trembling ever so slightly. you move your hand and cup the side of his face, his eyes instinctively shutting while he leans into your touch. “thought i lost you.” you pull the timid giant towards you, placing his head in your lap and smoothing out his hair. “‘m right here, si. don’t worry.”

simon isn’t stupid — it didn’t take him long to realize why you could read him much quicker with the mask off. it scared him. being vulnerable like that scared him. he had half a mind to retrain himself to be unreadable again — but something about you stopped him. something about the way your smile just made everything feel lighter, even when the world was coming crashing down. something about how instead of trying to break his walls down you’d wait patiently behind them, knocking every so often to get him to let you in himself. something about how you radiated warmth, how everywhere you went the mood was instantly uplifted. and in the face of all of that… how could he not want to be seen by you?

[viagracex]

could you do a George Clarke one shot where him and maxs sister are secretly hooking up? All good if not x (love your work btw)

Off Limits

george clarke x balegde!reader

summary: george is secretly hooking up with max's sister. what starts as no-strings-attached turns into something more

warnings: brief mentions of sexual content

note: if this feels a little rushed im sorry, i tried not to have to write it as two parts.

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You weren’t meant to be here.

The rational part of your brain knew that.

Yet, lying in George Clarkey’s bed, tucked under his sheets, skin still warm from his touch, you feel the weight of his arm draped over your waist. You know this is a disaster waiting to happen. But at this point, it’s almost tradition.

A night out turns into tipsy flirting. Flirting turns into one of you cracking first and texting where u at? And before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re tangled up in him, his hands gripping your waist, his mouth pressing hot, lazy kisses against your neck, and the world shrinking to just you and him. The way his mouth moved against your skin, the way his hands gripped your body—it always felt like an electric current between you.

This had been going on for months now—longer than you ever expected. What started as a drunken mistake had turned into a routine. Nights out ended with you texting him, or him texting you, or one of you finding an excuse to be at the same place at the same time, until you ended up here. Sweaty, satisfied, and entirely too comfortable in his bed.

It was just sex. Really good sex. That’s all.

But it couldn't be more complicated.

For one, George Clarkey was one of your brother's closest mates.

And Max had made it painfully clear that dating YouTubers was off the table.

"They’re all walking red flags, babe," Max had said once, waving his hands for emphasis. "All of them. You’d just become another London Content Creator’s Girlfriend, and I won’t be having that."

Not that you and George were dating.

You were just… shagging George Clarke in secret.

And maybe that was worse.

But that was the key difference—the thing that made this somewhat okay.

You weren’t a couple. You weren’t sneaking around because of some grand forbidden romance.

You were just fucking.

And it was casual.

Totally.

Absolutely.

…Okay, maybe there were some complications.

Like the fact that George could be an oblivious idiot at times and that you were slowly falling for him.

As you turn your head on the pillow, watching George lazily stretch in front of you, his hair a messy tangle on the pillows, you can't help but admire how good he looks even after just waking up. He catches you staring and a smirk tugs at his lips.

"You're thinking too much," he says in a rough, sleep-filled voice, and when you glance over again he’s watching you through lidded eyes, his dark hair sticking up in every direction.

You scoff, turning onto your side. “I’m thinking about how screwed we’ll be if Max ever finds out about this.”

George smirks, his grin only grows wider as he pulls you closer until you’re pressed against his chest, his warm skin against yours sending shivers down your spine. “Then we just don’t let him find out.”

You let out a resigned sigh. "Easy for you to say. You don't have to live with him."

George chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder, and fuck—that should not feel as nice as it does.

“Relax,” he murmurs against your skin. “We’re being careful.”

You want to believe him, but a nagging doubt persists. "Are we though? Being careful?"

George's fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Course we are. Max hasn't got a clue, has he?"

You bite your lip, remembering all the close calls. The time Max almost walked in on you two in the kitchen. The suspicious glances when you laughed too hard at George's jokes. The way your cheeks flushed whenever he was mentioned.

"I don't know," you mumble. "Sometimes I think he suspects something."

George's hand stills on your waist. "You worried?"

You turn to face him, studying the lines of his face in the dim light. His blue eyes are soft, filled with concern. You hate how much you like looking at him.

"Maybe a little," you admit. "It's just... Max has always been so protective. And he's made it clear how he feels about his friends dating his sister."

George's lips quirk into a half-smile. "Good thing we're not dating then, eh?"

You roll your eyes, but can't help smiling back. "Right. Just fucking."

"Exactly," George says, pulling you closer. "Nothing to worry about."

But as he kisses you, slow and deep, you can't shake the feeling that this is far more complicated than either of you want to admit.

Weeks pass, and your "arrangement" with George continues. The sneaking around gets easier, the guilt less noticeable. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

But then there are nights when you catch yourself staring at him too long. When your fingers linger in his hair, when you laugh too hard at his jokes, when his hands slip under your hoodie, and you realize—this doesn’t feel casual anymore.

You don’t just look forward to those stolen moments—you need them. You tell yourself it’s about the thrill, the secrecy, the rush of slipping out of Max’s flat unnoticed. But the truth is, you like waking up in his sheets. You like the way he pulls you back into bed, groaning that it’s too early. You like how he makes you tea in the morning, knowing exactly how you take it, without needing to ask.

And suddenly, the thought of this ending makes your stomach twist.

You should say something. You should ask him if he feels it too.

But you don’t.

Because once you say it out loud, you can’t brush it off anymore. 

If you admit it, you can’t take it back.

And you’re not sure if you’re ready for that.

One night, after a particularly wild party at some private club celebrating another one of the Sidemen’s achievements, you end up with a group of friends back at George‘s. The bass from the music downstairs thrums through the walls as George presses you against the door, his lips hot on your neck.

"We shouldn't," you gasp, even as your fingers tangle in his hair. "Someone could come up..."

George grins against your skin. "That's half the fun, innit?"

You're about to retort when the door handle rattles. Your heart leaps into your throat as you hear a familiar voice on the other side.

"George! You in there?"

It's Max.

You freeze, panic flooding your system. George's eyes widen, but he quickly springs into action. He shoves you towards his closet, motioning for you to hide. You slip inside just as George opens the door.

"Yeah, mate. What's up?" George's voice is impressively casual.

"Have you seen my sister? Can't find her anywhere."

You hold your breath, praying Max doesn't decide to search the room.

"Nah, sorry. Maybe she went home early."

There's a pause, and you can picture Max's suspicious frown. Your heart pounds as you listen to the conversation through the closet door. You can practically feel Max's suspicion radiating through the wood.

"Right," Max says slowly. "Well, if you do see her, tell her I'm looking for her."

"Course, mate," George replies smoothly. "I'll let her know if I spot her."

You hear the door close and let out a shaky breath. A moment later, the closet door opens and George's face appears, a mix of amusement and concern in his eyes.

"Coast is clear," he whispers, helping you out.

You stumble slightly, the adrenaline making you unsteady. George's hands catch your waist, steadying you. The touch sends a familiar spark through your body, but the fear of almost being caught overshadows it.

"That was too close," you mutter, running a hand through your hair.

George nods, his expression sobering. "Maybe we should call it a night. I'll sneak you out the back."

You agree, and with George's help, manage to slip out of the house unnoticed. As you make your way home, you can't shake the feeling that your luck is running out.

The next few weeks are tense. You find yourself jumping at every sound, convinced that Max is about to burst in and catch you in the act. George notices your unease and suggests taking a break, but the thought of not seeing him makes your chest ache in a way you're not ready to confront.

As autumn creeps in, painting London in shades of gold and crimson, you find yourself spending more time at George's flat. The cozy nights in, wrapped in blankets and each other's arms, start to feel dangerously domestic. You catch yourself imagining a future where you don't have to hide, where you can walk hand-in-hand with George down the street without fear of being spotted.

One chilly evening, as you're curled up on George's sofa watching a movie, the weight of the secret becomes too much.

"George," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I think we need to tell Max soon."

He turns to you, surprise etched on his features. "You sure? I thought we agreed to keep this under wraps."

You nod, twisting your fingers nervously. "I know, but... I'm tired of sneaking around. And honestly, I'm starting to think that this might be more than just casual."

George's expression softens, and he pulls you closer. "Yeah," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I've been thinking the same thing."

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It wasn’t meant to happen like this.

but apparently, George is an idiot.

The tension in the air was palpable as you walked into your shared flat to find Max holding George's hoodie like a piece of evidence at a crime scene. His eyes narrowed as he asked, "Why is this in our flat?" Your heart raced as you tried to play off the situation nonchalantly. "Maybe George left it here," you suggested with a shrug.

Max's gaze flicked between you and the hoodie. "In your room?"

Your throat tightened as you replied, "Maybe."

Max's mind worked like a detective on a true crime documentary at that moment, piecing together the puzzle before him. And then, his expression changed from confusion to horror, his jaw-dropping.

"You're shagging George," he exclaimed.

You winced and tried to downplay the situation. "Max—"

"YOU'RE SHAGGING GEORGE," he repeated, his voice growing louder.

Frustration and embarrassment washed over you as you dropped your head into your hands. "For fuck's sake, can you not say it like that?"

But Max was already caught up in the drama of it all, looking around wildly like he was in an episode of punked. "How long has this been going on? When did this start? Why am I just finding out now?!"

You shifted uncomfortably. "Uh...a while?"

"A while?!" Max's disbelief was evident.

"...A few months?" You offered weakly.

"MONTHS?!" Max couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"It's not a big deal!" you insisted.

"Not a big deal?! You’re shagging my mate!" Max's frustration reached its boiling point.

You flinched and pleaded with him to lower his voice, but he continued to express his disbelief that this was happening behind his back. In a desperate attempt to calm him down and protect your relationship with George, you blurted out, "It's nothing serious! We're just...having fun. Casual."

Max blinked in surprise. "Casual? With George?"

You nodded, trying to defend yourself. "Yes?"

"With George?"

"Yes, Max!" you exclaimed in frustration.

Max's expression shifted as he absorbed the information and then whipped out his phone.

"What are you doing?" you asked nervously.

"Texting George," he replied, his thumbs flying across the screen. "He has five seconds to explain himself before I track him down and make him piss himself."

Before you could stop him, George walked into the flat at that exact moment.

Perfect timing, you thought sarcastically.

George froze upon seeing the tension between you and Max. His eyes flicked from you to his hoodie in Max's hands, and it was clear he knew exactly what was going on, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out.

"...Shit," he muttered under his breath.

"So it's true!" Max shouted. "You absolute little—"

But before he could finish his sentence, George raised his hands like a hostage negotiator. "Alright, before you get mad—"

"I'M NOT MAD!" Max yelled, which only confirmed how mad he actually was. "I'M JUST CURIOUS AS TO WHY YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?"

Max paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I can't believe this. My best mate and my sister. It's like a bloody soap opera!"

You and George exchanged nervous glances as Max continued his tirade.

"How long has this been actually going on? And don't lie to me!" Max demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between the two of you.

George cleared his throat. "About... six months?"

"Six months?!" Max's voice rose an octave. "You've been sneaking around behind my back for half a year?!"

You winced. "We didn't mean for it to go on this long. It just... happened."

Max let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, it just happened, did it? What, you tripped and fell onto his dick?"

"Max!" you exclaimed, scandalized.

George stepped forward, his hands raised placatingly. "Look, mate, I know this isn't ideal—"

"Ideal?!" Max interrupted. "This is the opposite of ideal! This is a bloody nightmare!"

He turned to you, his expression a mix of hurt and betrayal. "And you. I warned you about getting involved with YouTubers. I told you they were all walking red flags!"

You felt a surge of defiance. "George isn't like that. He's different."

Max scoffed. "That's what they all say. And then next thing you know, you're just left high and dry”

"It's not like that," George interjected, his voice firm. "This isn't just some fling."

Max's eyes widened as he looked between you and George. "What are you saying?"

You took a deep breath, reaching for George's hand. "We didn't mean for this to happen, Max. But... it's more than just casual now."

George squeezed your hand, a small smile on his face. "We care about each other. A lot."

Max stares at you both, jaw clenched so tight you think he might actually crack a tooth. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he’s debating whether to pace, punch something, or just scream into the void.

Finally, he exhales a sharp breath and rakes a hand through his hair, pacing a tight circle before stopping in front of George. His glare could burn a hole straight through him.

"You," he says, voice tight. "You, out of all people."

George swallows, standing his ground. "Look, mate—"

"Don’t 'mate' me," Max cuts him off, shaking his head. He lets out a humorless laugh, but there's no amusement in his eyes. "This is actually happening. You—" he jabs a finger at George's chest, then turns to you, scandalized. "And you?!"

You don’t answer. What could you possibly say? Sorry I broke your one rule? Sorry I fell into bed with your best mate and accidentally started catching feelings?

Max lets out another deep, exhausted sigh, dragging a hand down his face. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but—" He levels George with a look so sharp it could cut glass. "You actually give a shit about her?"

George doesn't hesitate. "Of course I do."

Max narrows his eyes, searching George’s face like he’s waiting for him to blink, to crack, to say something stupid that will give him an excuse to deck him. But George holds his gaze, unwavering.

After a long beat, Max scoffs, shaking his head. "Fuck me."

He turns away, pacing again, muttering something under his breath. You barely catch the words "This is my villain origin story."

Finally, he stops, pinches the bridge of his nose, and points a finger directly at George.

For a long moment, silence filled the room. You could practically see the gears turning in Max's head as he processed this new information. Finally, he looked up at you both, his expression resigned.

"You're serious about this? Both of you?"

You and George nodded solemnly. "We are," you said softly.

Max sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "I can't believe this is happening. My best mate and my little sister. It's like some bad rom-com."

He stood up suddenly, pointing an accusatory finger at George. "If this is just some game to you, Clarke, I swear to God—"

"It's not," George interrupted, his voice firm. "I care about her, Max. More than I've cared about anyone in a long time."

You felt your heart flutter at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest.

Max's gaze softened slightly as he looked between the two of you. He could see the genuine affection in your eyes, the way you unconsciously leaned towards each other.

"Fine," he said finally, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I can see this isn't just some fling. But I swear, George, if you hurt her—"

"I won't," George assured him quickly.

Max continued as if George hadn’t spoken. "—I will end you, I will make your life a living hell. I will start beef with you publicly. I will make a YouTube exposé, I will get you cancelled on Twitter. I will make sure your brand deals drop like flies. I will be so fucking annoying that you will never know peace again."

George nodded solemnly, as if this was a completely resonable response  " Understood."

Max turned to you, his expression softening. "And you. You're sure about this? You know what you're getting into, dating a YouTuber?"

You smile softly at Max, touched by his concern despite his outburst. "I'm sure, Max. I know it won't be easy, but hes worth it."

Max groans dramatically, flopping back onto the sofa. "I can't believe this is my life now. My best mate and my sister. What's next, Mum dating KSI?"

You and George both choke back laughter at the mental image. The tension in the room eases slightly as Max's dramatics break through the awkwardness.

George chuckled nervously. "Does this mean we have your blessing?"

Max shot him a withering glare. "Blessing? Don't push it, mate. I'm still processing the fact that you've been sneaking around with my sister for months."

You winced. "We really are sorry about that, Max. We didn't mean for it to go on so long without telling you."

Max ran a hand through his hair, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "I just... I don't understand how this even happened. When did you two start... you know?"

You and George exchanged glances, silently debating how much to reveal. Finally, you took a deep breath and launched into the story.

"It started at Cal's birthday party," you began. "We were both a bit drunk, and one thing led to another..."

Max groaned. "Please spare me the details."

You rolled your eyes. "Nothing happened that night. But after that, we kept running into each other at events and parties. We'd flirt, maybe share a dance or two. It was harmless at first." As you speak, Max's expression cycles through disbelief, anger, and grudging amusement.

"...and then we just kept finding excuses to see each other," you finish lamely. "We didn't mean for it to become anything serious, but..."

"But it did," George adds softly, squeezing your hand.

Max groans, flopping back dramatically on the sofa. Muttering something about how this wasn’t how his day was supposed to go.

He sits up suddenly, pointing an accusing finger at George. "And you! What about all those girls you're always banging on about in your videos? That better all be a lie?"

George has the decency to look sheepish. "Ah, well... might've exaggerated a bit there, mate. For content, you know”

Max's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Exaggerated? Or flat-out lied?"

George shifted uncomfortably. "Well..."

You jumped in, trying to diffuse the tension. "Look, Max, the point is, George and I are together now. For real. No more sneaking around or lying."

Max sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. "I still can't believe this.” He stood up suddenly, pacing the room. "And what about when this all goes public, eh? Have you two geniuses thought about that? The fans will go mental. You'll be harassed non-stop."

You and George exchanged glances. It was clear neither of you had given much thought to the public aspect of your relationship.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," George said finally. "For now, we just want to focus on us. And making sure you're okay with this."

Max scoffed. "Okay with it? I'm far from okay with it. But..." he trailed off, looking between you and George. Despite his anger, he could see the genuine affection in your eyes, the way you instinctively leaned towards each other.

Then, after a beat—reluctantly, begrudgingly, like it physically pains him to say it— " I mean, I'd rather you weren't shagging one of my mates, but honestly?" He turned to George with a knowing look. "You could've picked worse. At least I know George. Even if he is an idiot sometimes."

George protested, but there was no real heat behind it. He knew Max was right - he could be an idiot sometimes. But when it came to you, he was determined to do better.

Relief washed over you as you threw your arms around your brother. "Thank you, Max. Really."

He hugged you back, then pulled away to point a finger at George. "And you. No funny business when I'm around, got it? I don't need to see my best mate snogging my sister."

George nodded solemnly, though you could see the mischief dancing in his eyes. "Wouldn't dream of it, mate."

Max gives him one last death glare before sighing dramatically and turning back to you. “I hate this. I hate it. I swear, if I ever walk in on anything, I'm moving out and never speaking to either of you again."

You laughed "Deal."

You and George share a glance, and suddenly, it doesn't feel as scary anymore. The weight that had been pressing on your chest for months lifts, replaced by a giddy lightness. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face, mirrored on George's.

As Max continues to grumble and mutter about the unfairness of it all, you and George gravitate towards each other. His arm slips around your waist, pulling you close, and you lean into him, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to do this openly.

The autumn sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Outside, you can hear the bustle of London life - cars honking, people chattering, the distant rumble of the Tube. But in here, in this moment, the world has shrunk to just the three of you.

George's thumb traces lazy circles on your hip, sending shivers down your spine. You breathe in his familiar scent - a mix of cologne, laundry detergent, and something uniquely him. It's comforting, and grounding.

Max catches sight of you cuddling and makes exaggerated gagging noises. "Oh God, it's starting already. I'm going to need therapy after this."

You and George laugh, the sound mingling together in a way that makes your heart skip. You realize that this is the first time you've been able to laugh freely together in front of others, without worrying about giving yourselves away

As the days turn into weeks, you and George settle into a new rhythm. No more sneaking around, no more hushed whispers and furtive glances. Instead, there are lazy Sunday mornings spent tangled in his sheets, the London rain pattering against the windows. There are impromptu double dates with Max and Andrew, where you catch yourself marvelling at how natural it feels to be out in public with George, his hand intertwined with yours.

You find yourself falling deeper in love with George every day. It's in the little things - the way he makes your tea just right without asking, how he laughs at your terrible puns, it just makes your heart swell.

The YouTube world explodes when news of your relationship finally breaks. Your social media notifications blow up, a mix of excited fans, shocked friends, and the occasional hater. Your DMs are flooded with a mix of congratulations and jealous messages. You learn to ignore the hate comments and focus on the supportive messages from friends and fans.

Max, true to his word, makes a show of dramatically covering his eyes whenever you and George so much as hold hands in his presence. But you catch him smiling softly when he thinks you're not looking, and you know that deep down, he's happy for you.

As autumn fades into winter, you find yourself spending more and more time at George's flat. Your toothbrush migrates to his bathroom, your favourite mug finds a permanent home in his kitchen cupboard. One night, as you're curled up on his sofa watching old Sidemen videos (George insists it's "research"), he turns to you with a nervous smile.

"Move in with me," he says, his voice soft but sure.

Your heart skips a beat. "What?" you ask, barely above a whisper.

George takes your hand, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. "Move in with me," he repeats. "Half your stuff is here anyway. And I... I want to wake up next to you every morning."

You study his face, taking in the hopeful glint in his eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks.

Your heart swells with emotion as you look into George's eyes. The nervous hope there, the vulnerability – it's a side of him you've grown to cherish over these past months. You think about how far you've come from those first furtive encounters, sneaking around and convincing yourselves it was just casual fun.

"Yes," you whisper, a grin spreading across your face. "Yes, I'll move in with you."

George's face lights up, and he pulls you into a kiss that leaves you breathless. When you finally part, you're both laughing, giddy with the promise of this new chapter.

The next few weeks are a whirlwind of boxes, packing tape, and furniture rearrangement. Max helps you move, grumbling good-naturedly about being demoted to "pack mule" status. But you catch him giving George a stern talking-to when he thinks you're not listening, something about "taking care of my little sister, or else."

As you unpack your life into George's space – now your shared space – you're struck by how seamlessly your belongings fit together. Your books nestle comfortably next to his on the shelves. Your favourite blanket drapes over the back of the sofa, adding a pop of colour to the room. In the bedroom, your clothes hang side by side in the closet—proof that you’re done sneaking around, done pretending this is casual. Proof that this is real.

[seitmai]

Oh man so many thoughts (very late but I'm trying🥲)

"You feeling okay? How's Nugget Part Deux?" "We're exhausted. Rose is the only one with energy right now."

Nugget Part Deux, that's so cute🥹🥰

A sardonic laugh almost burst from his lips. "Baby Girl, I worry about you and Rosie and the new baby constantly. Okay? Nonstop. But we can't go back now. You're already almost in the second trimester. Hey," he said, swallowing hard as you finally turned and looked at him. He held Rose just a little tighter as he whispered, "We're married. We're happy, right? You're not actually thinking about ending your pregnancy, are you?" "No," you replied quickly, shaking your head. Bradley desperately wanted to know if there was some way he could make this easier for you, because he didn't want you to resent what was happening. But you just started crying as you shrugged again. "I just feel like our timing is terrible. And I know I have to start telling people, because I'm already showing a little bit, but I'm just so frustrated, Bradley."

I truly get the frustration...

He never dreamed the two of you would go from trying for months to get pregnant with Rose to being frustrated about a second pregnancy, but here you were. "I realize you've got to do most of the work right now, but when I tell you that I want another baby and that I'm excited about this, I mean it." "I know!" you whispered quickly. "I know." You swiped at your tears before wrapping your arms around him and Rose.

A family group hug is what she needed in that moment 🫶🏻

"Is something else bothering you?" he murmured when your cheek came to rest on his bicep. He couldn't imagine what else could be the matter, but he needed to make sure. 

This is your chance!!

Your parents broke out into twin grins. "I'm assuming this was a surprise to the two of you?" your dad asked. When you nodded silently, he added, "A happy surprise at least! Congratulations. You're about to have your hands very full."

Not them being called out on the surprise lmao

"It's a good thing we're moving!" your mom practically shrieked. "Two under two! Two babies! What if you have twins?" "We're not," Bradley replied. Then he froze. "It's not twins. Right, Sweetheart?" Now he was a little scared as you turned to look at him and laugh. His shoulders sagged in relief. "I mean, the more the merrier, but that would be a lot."

Ahaha the panic

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache is working with some high fucking quality goods, huh?" Cam marveled, shaking his head slowly in reverence. "Congratulations."

This cracked me up haha

Your thumb ran along the top of your leggings as you started to cry. You needed to pull yourself together. Did you cry this much with Rose? Did everything make you feel like you looked disgusting? Eventually you dozed for about an hour before the sound of the front door closing jolted you awake. Rose started screaming, probably hungry after being out for so long. You rolled out of bed, avoiding your reflection in the mirror at all costs, and went to meet them in the kitchen.

🥺🥺🥺

The idea of going out and pretending that you were drinking alcohol was too much to handle. Even if you could find someone to watch Rose, it didn't sound like a fun time. He glanced up and said, "I don't want to go without you."

Right answer on Bradley's part

You rolled your eyes as Rose switched to your other side. It was easy to feel better about things when it was just the three of you at home. You looked at your husband as he ate an apple in four bites and convinced yourself he would never do anything to hurt you. Then he drank half a beer and belched while he adjusted his junk, and you thought perhaps nobody else would want to deal with him anyway. "What do you mean where?" he scoffed, tugging again. "To take a shower with me while Rose naps. Where else?" "Right there," you whispered, and he closed his eyes. Your heart beat in your ears, an undeniably excited rhythm. "I can't wait to feel it, too," he murmured, his cheek coming to rest against his hand. "You couldn't feel Rose this early."

🥰🥰🥰

"Sounds good." He kissed you before unbuckling and leaning into the backseat to kiss his daughter. He was still shocked and in a mild daze over the baby moving during the shower. He wanted to feel those kicks against his palm, and now he'd be all over you in the upcoming weeks, looking for his chance. 

He is obsessed 🥰

"I have to run," Bradley announced, dropping his cue into Jake's hand. "You're so fucking whipped," Jake drawled. "Get out of here and knock your wife up again.... oh, wait."

🤭🤭🤭

"Oh, sorry," he grunted, nearly plowing over someone in his rush to get to the parking lot. Then Nat burst through the door, movements slowing when she met his eyes. "You left your phone on the pool table." She tossed it to him, coordination pretty good for how much she'd had to drink. She started backing up toward the door as she said, "You better go home with your pregnant wife!" Bradley smiled at his friend, but he could feel Indigo's eyes on him as he stepped off the deck toward the parking lot. And there you were, standing in the first aisle with your back against the red Bronco. Your lips were set in a firm line, and Bradley was about to make it his personal mission to kiss away that expression.

Fucking Indigo

"Baby Girl," he moaned next to your ear. "Let's go home. Maybe we can get in bed and snuggle while I try to feel the baby move? Or you could let me finish what we started in the shower? I'm already so wound up."

Jake is not wrong, he is so whipped

Aim for the Sky Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Everything starts to get very real once you're able to feel the baby move. It's time to share the news of your second pregnancy with family and friends, but it's hard to feel elated when Bradley starts showing attention to one of his pilots after work hours.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, oral sex, pregnancy topics, mentions abortion, lactation kink, jealousy, drinking

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

If you weren't pregnant and exhausted, Bradley would have been concerned by how quiet you were. You seemed to need a nap as soon as you got home from work, and then you wanted to go to bed right after Rose went down in her crib each evening. When he got home quite late on Friday after working on some transfer paperwork for several hours, he was surprised to find that you seemed a little more upbeat than usual.

"Hey, Roo."

You were wearing a pair of his gym shorts while you made dinner. The house smelled delicious, and his stomach started growling as soon as he walked inside. He picked Rose up from her playmat, taking her into the kitchen as he smothered her in kisses before transferring them to you.

"You feeling okay? How's Nugget Part Deux?"

"We're exhausted. Rose is the only one with energy right now."

He supposed that was better than you telling him you couldn't stop throwing up. So far, baby number two seemed to be giving you less grief when it came to eating. "We can nap all weekend," he promised. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good," you told him with a shrug. "How was your day?"

He glanced out the back door at the enormous jungle gym, eyeing it up as an option for him and Rose to play after dinner. "Just busy. Everyone keeps me on my toes all day long. These pilots are really talented."

You seemed to wrinkle your nose at his words, staring at the food cooking on the stove as you muttered, "I'll bet they are."

Rose seemed keen on the idea of the backyard, so he kissed her soft cheek. "Yeah, I can barely keep up with them in the air, but don't tell them that. I've got my head on a swivel the whole time. Indigo and Rex nearly took me out today, and I had to go into a dive. And starting on Monday, I'm going to give myself some extra office hours to stay on top of my paperwork."

Instead of responding about his day, you started to dish out the food onto two plates with your back turned to him. "After we eat, I need to call my parents before it's too late. They're putting their house on the market next week, and I think I'm just going to tell them I'm pregnant and get it over with. I've put it off long enough."

Bradley's brow creased. "They'll be excited though. Right? I mean, maybe not as excited as me, but still excited."

You shrugged again, and he thought he might lose his mind if you kept doing it. "Aren't you at least a little worried there could be some sort of complications from having them so close together?"

A sardonic laugh almost burst from his lips. "Baby Girl, I worry about you and Rosie and the new baby constantly. Okay? Nonstop. But we can't go back now. You're already almost in the second trimester. Hey," he said, swallowing hard as you finally turned and looked at him. He held Rose just a little tighter as he whispered, "We're married. We're happy, right? You're not actually thinking about ending your pregnancy, are you?"

"No," you replied quickly, shaking your head. Bradley desperately wanted to know if there was some way he could make this easier for you, because he didn't want you to resent what was happening. But you just started crying as you shrugged again. "I just feel like our timing is terrible. And I know I have to start telling people, because I'm already showing a little bit, but I'm just so frustrated, Bradley."

He never dreamed the two of you would go from trying for months to get pregnant with Rose to being frustrated about a second pregnancy, but here you were. "I realize you've got to do most of the work right now, but when I tell you that I want another baby and that I'm excited about this, I mean it."

"I know!" you whispered quickly. "I know." You swiped at your tears before wrapping your arms around him and Rose.

"Is something else bothering you?" he murmured when your cheek came to rest on his bicep. He couldn't imagine what else could be the matter, but he needed to make sure. 

You were silent for a few beats before whispering, "I'm fine. Let's facetime my parents."

For how excited your mom was to move to California, she didn't seem to notice that your eyes looked like you'd been crying. She kept talking about selling their furniture and packing everything up. She mentioned how much she wanted to see Rose in person as she fussed over her on the video call. Just as she was starting to discuss their new house in Coronado that would make them his neighbors, Bradley heard you blurt out, "I'm pregnant."

Your parents both looked stunned on the other end of the call. "You're pregnant," your mom said, eyes drifting back to Rose in Bradley's arms. "Already?"

Now both parents were staring at Bradley as he said, "Yeah... due in April."

"April Fool's Day," you said softly.

Your parents broke out into twin grins. "I'm assuming this was a surprise to the two of you?" your dad asked. When you nodded silently, he added, "A happy surprise at least! Congratulations. You're about to have your hands very full."

"It's a good thing we're moving!" your mom practically shrieked. "Two under two! Two babies! What if you have twins?"

"We're not," Bradley replied. Then he froze. "It's not twins. Right, Sweetheart?" Now he was a little scared as you turned to look at him and laugh.

"There was just one heartbeat, Roo. Just one."

His shoulders sagged in relief. "I mean, the more the merrier, but that would be a lot."

He let Rose nap against his chest while he rubbed circles against your lower back, and soon enough, your parents were ending the call with the promise that they would be in Coronado for Christmas. "We'll either be living there by then or we'll fly out for the holiday if our house here hasn't sold yet."

Everything sounded good to Bradley, and five minutes after the call ended, you fell asleep on him, too.

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When you fell asleep on Cam's shoulder at brunch on Sunday, you figured it was time to tell him and Maria what was going on.

"I'm pregnant. Again."

Maria jumped out of her seat to cram into the opposite of the booth, sandwiching you between her and Cam. "Damn, girl! You've wasted no time!"

"Lieutenant Commander Mustache is working with some high fucking quality goods, huh?" Cam marveled, shaking his head slowly in reverence. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," you whispered, voice harsh and near tears. You had no control over your emotions. This was just like when you were pregnant with Rose, but with less vomiting and more fatigue. Everything made you upset enough that you wanted to cry or angry enough that you wanted to kick down a door. Including your husband.

You answered Cam and Maria's questions as you thought about that woman you'd seen around base with Bradley a few times. They were never alone, always part of a larger group, but you didn't like how she looked at him. And you didn't want to mention it to him, because you knew how ridiculous it was going to sound.

"Hey, I'm really tired," you eventually told your friends. "Do this again in two weeks?" You wanted to go home and nap while Bradley still had Rose out for a walk along the beach. You just wanted to be alone.

"Of course," Maria promised. "I'll text Bob to come pick me up, but you two can go on ahead."

"I'll wait with you," Cam told her, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You made your way out and went home, leaning against the front door in relief when you found the house completely empty. Even Tramp and his yellow leash were gone. You ran to bed, curled up under the covers, and cradled your hand against your belly. It was impossible to tell if you had a baby bump, or if you were still chubby from last time. 

Your thumb ran along the top of your leggings as you started to cry. You needed to pull yourself together. Did you cry this much with Rose? Did everything make you feel like you looked disgusting? Eventually you dozed for about an hour before the sound of the front door closing jolted you awake. Rose started screaming, probably hungry after being out for so long. You rolled out of bed, avoiding your reflection in the mirror at all costs, and went to meet them in the kitchen.

Bradley was trying to bounce Rose to keep her quiet, but you yanked your shirt off and reached for her. "Sorry," he muttered as your daughter latched on to eat as soon as she was touching you. "I tried."

"It's okay." 

You fed one baby while you considered that her younger sibling was growing inside you, and for once, you couldn't figure out if you wanted to laugh or cry. 

While she ate, Bradley looked at his phone and groaned. "Nat wants us to go to the Hard Deck tonight."

The idea of going out and pretending that you were drinking alcohol was too much to handle. Even if you could find someone to watch Rose, it didn't sound like a fun time.

"You go," you told him.

He glanced up and said, "I don't want to go without you."

A smile graced your lips as you told him, "Just go for one drink with your best friend. I'll drop you off and pick you up. You can tell her I'm pregnant if you want to."

"Really?" he asked, perking up like Tramp did when presented with a treat.

"Yeah. I told Maria and Cam earlier. I actually fell asleep on his shoulder in the booth, and when I woke up, they were both gaping at me. I figured I needed to say something."

Bradley snorted. "What did they have to say about Bradshaw Baby number two?"

"Cam is under the impression that you are working with some high quality equipment."

He burst into laughter. "I mean..."

You rolled your eyes as Rose switched to your other side. It was easy to feel better about things when it was just the three of you at home. You looked at your husband as he ate an apple in four bites and convinced yourself he would never do anything to hurt you. Then he drank half a beer and belched while he adjusted his junk, and you thought perhaps nobody else would want to deal with him anyway.

"I'll text Nat back. Then I'll pull the weeds around the playset while I decide what I'm doing about the bar."

You let Rose take a nap, but now that you'd also had one, you felt a little restless. Even after you did a few chores, including looking at items for a second baby nursery online, you wanted to get out of the house again. When Bradley came inside, stripping his sweaty shirt over his head, he said, "One drink. Don't leave me there too long, okay?"

"Is Jake going, too? Maybe I'll see if Cat and Jer are home and want visitors."

"That's a great idea," he replied, taking your hand when he walked past. When he gave you a little tug, you didn't move. "You coming?" he asked, clearly puzzled. 

"Where?"

"What do you mean where?" he scoffed, tugging again. "To take a shower with me while Rose naps. Where else?"

It was hard to think about anything when your husband was on his knees in front of you, steamy water swirling around his tattooed bicep while his hands pinned you to the tile wall. But it was especially hard to focus on anything other than the feel of his mouth on your body. The scrape of his mustache. The pull of his lips. Soft and demanding and needy.

"Roo," you gasped, lungs full of the humid air, sucking in deep breaths as he looked up at you.

"God, Baby Girl," he rasped, thumb teasing your dainty rooster tattoo. "I'm so spoiled. Your tits look so pretty, and your belly will be big again soon."

You let your fingers drag through his wet curls, pushing them back from his forehead while he kissed the spot where you felt so tender as the baby grew.

"Roo!" you gasped, your hands both flying to your belly. "The baby! I can feel the baby moving!"

"Shit, really?"

His eyes were wide, alert with anticipation as you moved his palm to the spot where you could feel squirming. He eased himself closer on his knees, the shower hitting both of you with warm spray while he let you guide him. You felt it again, just another squirm as you pressed his palm harder to your belly.

"Right there," you whispered, and he closed his eyes. Your heart beat in your ears, an undeniably excited rhythm.

"I can't wait to feel it, too," he murmured, his cheek coming to rest against his hand. "You couldn't feel Rose this early."

"No," you agreed, watching your husband fall even more in love with the unborn baby. "Maybe another week or two and they'll be big enough for you to feel it." You played with his hair, letting him stay put until the water started to get cold.

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"I'll pick you up in a little while," you informed Bradley when you pulled into the parking lot at the Hard Deck. "Jake is already here, so I'll take Rose to hang out with Cat and Jer for a bit."

"Sounds good." He kissed you before unbuckling and leaning into the backseat to kiss his daughter. He was still shocked and in a mild daze over the baby moving during the shower. He wanted to feel those kicks against his palm, and now he'd be all over you in the upcoming weeks, looking for his chance. 

"Have fun," you called before pulling away in your Bronco, but going to the bar to hang out without you was not his idea of a great night. He decided he'd just wait and see how the evening progressed before making a decision about telling Nat about the pregnancy. He smiled as he wondered how long it would be until you had to start wearing the maternity tent to work again.

"There you are!" shouted Nat when he walked past the bar, waving to Penny. "We're about to play pairs. You're with Hangman. Rack 'em, Rooster."

Bradley sighed and took the pool cue as she thrust it into his hand. "Can't I get a beer first?"

She turned and shouted, "Hey, Coyote! Get Rooster one!"

Javy saluted him from the bar as Bradley nodded and settled in to start the game. He and Jake wouldn't even have to try too hard to beat Nat and Reuben, but as he got into the groove of things, he realized he was having a pretty good time.

"You want another?" Jake asked him, and soon one beer turned into three. Bradley ended up buying the fourth round for his friends when Mickey arrived. He had enough in his system to not give a shit when Jake started ribbing on him for his new position at work.

"The way your students all jump to attention when they see you has got to be the funniest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life," he drawled, and Bradley nudged his foot, making him miss his shot.

"I'm still in shock that Cat agreed to marry you," Bradley replied before taking a sip of beer.

Jake rolled his eyes. "I'm surprised Angel let you get her pregnant. Shocked the baby didn't come out with a mustache."

Nat was cackling while Bradley snorted. "She's pregnant again." The words slipped out, but they felt too fucking good on his tongue, just like your body had in the shower.

"What?!"

He was instantly surrounded by his friends while Nat wrapped him up in a hug. "Are you serious? Another one so soon?" she asked with a suspicious looking smirk.

"Yeah," he replied, letting her squeeze him until he thought she might displace a rib. "Apparently I'm working with some high quality equipment."

"Ew!" Nat shrieked, letting go of him while Jake shook his hand. 

"Poor Angel," he drawled. "She'll have another little Bradshaw on the loose soon."

"Whiskey shots on me," Reuben said, slapping Bradley hard on the back.

"Thanks, man," he replied while conversation about the baby settled to a normal volume. He drank his shot of whiskey, and that's when he realized he was actually kind of drunk.

The game of pool wore on, but nobody seemed to be keeping track of who won. So he kept going until his phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I'm almost there. Rose fell asleep.

"I have to run," Bradley announced, dropping his cue into Jake's hand. 

"You're so fucking whipped," Jake drawled. "Get out of here and knock your wife up again.... oh, wait."

Bradley gave him and everyone else double middle fingers behind his back as he walked toward the exit. He was tired and warm and buzzed, and he wanted to curl up next to you in bed and kiss the back of your neck. And maybe you'd let him look at your gorgeous tits. Maybe if he was really good, you'd let him taste you. The evening air hit his body, igniting so much need in him.

"Oh, sorry," he grunted, nearly plowing over someone in his rush to get to the parking lot.

"Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw," came a now familiar voice. Blue eyes flashed up at him along with a smile that kept growing.

Indigo was dressed in street clothes, but he tried not to take notice as he nodded. "I knew you'd find The Hard Deck without my help."

She laughed, bright and clear as he tried to step past her. "Don't tell me you're leaving for the night."

A little pout found her lips, and Bradley nodded. "Yeah. It's getting late for a Sunday."

"Come on," she whined, the back of her hand brushing his as he made his way around her. "Let me buy you one drink."

His mind was still gooey with thoughts of taking you to bed as he shook his head. "Thanks, but I really need to go. Enjoy your night."

Then Nat burst through the door, movements slowing when she met his eyes. "You left your phone on the pool table." She tossed it to him, coordination pretty good for how much she'd had to drink. She started backing up toward the door as she said, "You better go home with your pregnant wife!"

Bradley smiled at his friend, but he could feel Indigo's eyes on him as he stepped off the deck toward the parking lot. And there you were, standing in the first aisle with your back against the red Bronco. Your lips were set in a firm line, and Bradley was about to make it his personal mission to kiss away that expression.

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That younger woman was here with him. You'd seen her around base plenty of times lately, but now she was here. At the Hard Deck. At your favorite bar in your neighborhood. She was with your husband at the bar. They were already standing there together when you drove up and parked.

"Who is that woman?" you snapped at Bradley who was clearly drunk. His hands were all over your waist and hips as soon as he reached you.

"Hey, Sweetheart." His voice was deep and sexy, and you wanted nothing more than to melt into him, but she was still staring you down.

"Who. Is. She?" you hissed, your eyes starting to burn with unshed tears as you stared back. Bradley was kissing your neck now as the woman finally turned and went inside the bar. You already knew who she was. You were sure of it. You'd heard him use her call sign countless times, but you wanted him to say it now. "Bradley!"

"Huh?" he grunted, meeting your eyes.

"Who is that woman you were just with?"

"Natasha?" he asked, and you wanted to scream.

"The other woman, Bradley."

"Oh. That's Indigo."

Your heart sank as soon as he confirmed it for you, but he didn't seem to notice or care that you suddenly felt like your skin was on fire. That woman who was still so fresh out of flight school was already a top pilot, and she was beautiful, and she wanted your husband.

"Baby Girl," he moaned next to your ear. "Let's go home. Maybe we can get in bed and snuggle while I try to feel the baby move? Or you could let me finish what we started in the shower? I'm already so wound up."

You opened the passenger side door for him, slamming it shut as soon as he was inside. You glared at the entrance to the Hard Deck before heading around the Bronco to drive him home.

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[midnite-c6]

thangyu with piercings….

HOOHHHH YEHAHECBTIEOWOSND FKRIORNEBWHRUF Ok yes!!! thanos already has an ear piercing so. that man has IT already pierced I SWEAR. havent posted a thanos namgyu threesome in awhile, here. 💓

|| nam-gyu tongue piercing & thanos dick piercing is real <3 || warnings: 18+, sex, fwb w/ nam-gyu & thanos, threesome

ˆつ⁠｡⁠☆ best friends with nam-gyu and su-bong since forever, you know all about their lil' secrets, debts, hookups, ambitions, favourites and whatnot. but now you know for sure their favourite thing to do is to fuck their lil' bestie dumb!

nsfw below!!-> ⊂⁠(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)

"fucking hell, man. how long have we planned this?" su-bong sighed as he takes another hit off his vape. the smell of sweet vanila filling the air. you'd let out a soft groan from the warm smoke you felt in-between your thighs, nam-gyu, specially in-between them, blows a smoke cloud right onto your exposed cunt, "been wanting to fuck her since that one party." even if he was still quite far, every chuckle he does makes you shiver, the vibrations affecting you. nam-gyu shrugs, "seein' it now makes me want to do it all the time."

"d-do somethin' i feel so vulnerable in this position!" the two would laugh over you, but you were right. you were stripped naked, laying right infront of them while they smoke and stare right into you. you wouldn't be in this position if they hadn't practiced in conducting a strip poker where you would specifically lose!

su-bong would pat your head. "hmmmm, so eager to get fucked, huh? you want this more than us i bet." he was so annoying, but you were a good sport, always, whenever you lose, you'd do exactly what the punishment says. you could feel nam-gyu's breath hovering right about your cunt, its been a few minutes since they've been staring so yeah. you're eager for any sense of touch. he snickers, "your pussy clenched over nothing." he could see that?? you were more sensitive than you thought..

seems like nam-gyu was an angel, nudging the tip of his nose against your clit as he kisses the lips of your pussy, the sound you were about to make was muffled from su-bong's lips that tasted exactly like vanilla. "dude. c'mon, let me hear her." nam-gyu groans against you. su-bong rolls his eyes, "you get all the fun?" nam-gyu hummed, "finders keepers, plus, i want her to rate the sweet recommendation she gave me." the tip of his tongue taking a swift lick against your clit, the wet and cold metal ball contrasting from his warm tongue. "haah-! fuck!" oh. you forgot about that. why did you give him the approval of getting that piercing? you were even there with him when he got it! saying it'll pleasure the women he'll meet ten times more, he really took the advice, and it seems you've proved yourself right.

the flicks of his tongue gradually move faster, the hard metal piercing felt unfamiliar to your clit, you'd arch your back, not being able to keep still. "shitshitshit- slow, slow down!" boosting nam-gyu's ego to an all time high. though su-bong really seemed like he felt left out, "jeez, he's just lickin' your pussy, nothin' special sweetheart." he leans in to say, clearly nam-gyu heard, bring his two fingers to be shoved right inside your cunt. knuckles deep. why were they so competetive to eachother? you'd always scold su-bong for being such a sore loser to nam-gyu, but this was a different competition than any of the other games the three of you played. plus, you couldn't scold him now, too busy moaning nam-gyu's name out like a mantra.

"ugh, he doesn't deserve all that," su-bong, the man with no attention span, pushes nam-gyu away from your pussy, "you fucking jerk-" to immediately line his dick against your throbbing hole, that was slightly stretched from nam-gyu's fingers, "thanks for the prep, bro." but it still couldn't have prepared you into taking his dick. he was pierced down there?! "su-bong! gentle pleas-" he was and will never be described the word: "gentle". he pushes his dick all in one go, fully inside, his pelvis hitting yours. you'd let out a pained moan, it hurt so bad, and the pierced metal added more length to his already big dick. he didn't need allat. "that's it. daaamn. been dreaming of this pussy since college, shit." he groans out. starting to build a fast pace against your cunt. "mph- thought you were choosing not to talk about your sex life, now i can confirm you're still a virgin." didn't take any effort for him to stretch you out though.. "tight as fuck."

you weren't! your past boyfriends were just small-dicked. not your fault you're still tight! you couldn't say that tho, too busy moaning. :/

nam-gyu was annoyed, obviously, but he was used to su-bong's tactics, "just take it, yea?" he says, pulling out his dick right infront of your face as he jacks himself off, the tip touching your lips, but not pushing past it. to him, rubbing his pre-cum to mess up your pretty face was like art, a pretty painting.

shit, this is so embarassing, "fold your thighs, pleaaaseee.?" su-bong 'begs' like it wasn't an order. he particularly thrusts harder. "c'mon do it, it's not hard, woman." you do as he says, your hands hooking to the back of your knees so you were in a full on mating press. "ah.. good girl, you've always been a good friend." the position only helped him to be deeper and deeper. </3 the spongy spot inside you, getting absolutely fucked dumb, especially because of that stupid piercing on su-bong's dick, it's fucking you mindless. he slaps your thigh, "mmm, you're losin' consciousness, babe, don't want ya' sleeping from this performance."

now you're sure this is gonna replace game night, and maybe every other hangout, maybe every other night, ..no, actually, not other, maybe every night. i mean this new game seems fun, what kind of bestfriend are you if not to join them?

nam-gyu is a smoker, thanos is a vaper. ily guys sm i swear there r still sum good asks in my inbox that i will do, i promise 🙏🏻

[kxtsukixoxo]

hey so this is my first time requesting and idrk how to word this lolz 😓💔.

OKAY SO I HAVE AN IDEA OF PRO HERO!BAKUGO SMUT AT A GALA??!?!? like maybe a lil makeout before the event which leads to bathroom sex later on (^-^)

I REALLY DONT KNOW??!?! YOU COULD DO ANY CHARACTER YOU WANT OBVI (* >ω<) HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON !!!

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HI LOVELY! i hope you like it! :3

needy

۶•ৎ katsuki x fem!reader

۶•ৎ tw!public sex, nsfw, minors dni!

۶•ৎ stealing glances of each other, after your heated makeout session in the car, your husbands not sure if he can wait til you two get home.

“do we really have to attend this useless gala?”

“don’t be stupid kats! ofc we do!” you playfully hit his chest, your husband and you sat in the back of the limo as you two drove to the huge gathering. pro heroes need a break every now and then right? katsuki definitely disagreed, hence the reason his agency reached out to you, his wife, to convince him to socialise among these other heroes.

Katsuki whined like a small child, crossing his arms as he sulked “don’t be a big baby!” the hotheaded blonde continued to pout. sighing at his stubbornness, an idea popped into your head. cupping your husbands cheek, you pulled him in for a kiss. it definitely took him by surprise, but he adjusted quickly. the slit in your dress making it easy for you to move, you were now straddling katsuki as he held each side of your waist, kneading the soft skin like dough. his teeth nipping at your lower lip, the lewd sounds and pants drowned into the music emitted from the radio. just as his hands were about to move down and cup your ass-

the car came to a halt, “we’re here!” your driver exhaled “dammit” Katsuki was pissed. beyond pissed. you giggled as you noticed the obvious tent in his pants “good luck soldier” you pressed a kiss against his cheek as he helped you out of the car. reporters complimenting, as to what a gentleman he is, being able to tell how much he loves his wife just by the way he looks at her. you two made your way into the huge hall, greeting your friends, you were glued to Katsukis side as he spoke to all of your old friends from UA, his grip on your waist was hard and firm. Katsuki leaned into your side, and whispered into your ear “i hope you know im hard as a damn rock right now, and that dress isn’t helping at all” you giggled and hit him in the arm

the night went on, playful glances from each other as you two mingled among the other pro’s. Uraraka and you were deep into a conversation and just as you were about to answer her, you heard your phone ring.

dismissing yourself from your friend group you made your way towards the bathroom, “kats i cannot believe-“ cut off by his lips smashing into yours, katsukis hands cupped your cheeks as your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you towards the bathroom sink. “i can’t wait any longer, i need to feel you now” he muttered inbetween pants, your arms draped over his shoulders pulling him in closer as he kissed you again while he unbuckled his slacks.

“turn around for me baby” you flipped over as he pulled your dress just over your ass, landing a smack on your ass, causing you to whimper “quiet down doll, we don’t want the rest of them listening to me fuck you hm?” katsuki pushed your panties to the side, pressing his cock against your entrance. “please kats-“

“mmm what’s that?”

“need you so bad-”

“atta girl”

he slowly sunk into you, watching your eyes roll back, admiring your panting figure in the mirror. katsuki grabbed your hair with one hand, yanking it while the other held your waist. “god, (y/n) you’re fuckin’ sucking me in” your soft whimpers and katsukis pants and groans filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. “m’ gonna cum!” katsukis thrusts grew wilder and wilder, rushing you to your high. “fuuuuuck that’s what i’m talkin’ about” he watched your cum drip down his cock, finally pulling out, turning you over and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“we should start attending more functions” a grin plastered across his face. “what, just so you can fuck me in the bathroom?” he chuckled and held you closer. “you know me so well baby” you rolled your eyes, “there’s a reason why i’m your wife y’know” you muttered.

•••

“where were you two!” kaminari called out as you two approached the huge group. “katsuki had a bit of a problem” you replied, scoffing at your statement, katsuki pulled you closer, leaning into you.

“we should definitely do that again”

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Taking Care of You

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women's Basketball

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: mentions of monthly periods

Summary: Paige's biggest moment in her college ball career and you missed it... and she’s ok with that

(It's that time so I'm in this kind of writing mood,be preparedfor extra saappy or heavy angst)

Reader's POV

It had been two months since I had last gotten my period, and I was beginning to think I was in the clear for a while. My period was always irregular—sometimes it was a couple weeks late, sometimes it’d skip an entire cycle, and sometimes it came in like a flood, heavy and relentless. I’d grown used to the unpredictable nature of it all, but this time felt different. I was just about to start to relax, thinking maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have to deal with it this month... until I felt that first cramp during the second quarter of the game.

I froze for a second, glancing at Paige from across the court as she made an incredible play. Her focus, her poise—everything about her on the court made me feel proud. I wanted to stay and cheer her on, but the cramping in my lower abdomen intensified, and a wave of dizziness hit me hard.

"No," I whispered under my breath, standing up and trying to push through it.

But my body wasn’t having it. The cramps quickly became unbearable, each contraction of my uterus sending a sharp, radiating pain up my spine. I could barely stand, much less focus on the game.

I made the decision right then—I had to leave.

It was a struggle to get to the doors of the arena, but somehow, I made it, feeling the heat of my body flush with discomfort. By the time I got to Paige’s dorm, which I practically lived in at this point, I was in so much pain I could barely keep myself upright.

I stumbled into the bathroom, leaning against the sink for support as I fought to steady my breathing. The nausea was starting to set in too. My stomach felt like it was being twisted, and I had the sudden urge to curl up into a ball.

I grabbed my phone, hoping to text Paige to let her know what had happened, but the moment my fingers touched the screen, I was overwhelmed by another wave of pain. I dropped the phone onto the counter, sinking to the floor and hugging my knees to my chest as the cramps kept coming in violent waves.

Paige's POV

The second half of the game started, but something was off. I’d scanned the stands after a particularly good play, searching for the familiar face of the person I loved. I didn’t see her.

Where was she?

It felt wrong. I had gotten used to having her there, sitting courtside, supporting me through every dribble, every shot, every win. And now, with the crowd roaring around me, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. I shook my head, trying to focus on the game. I had to finish it—there was no turning back. But the doubt gnawed at me with every minute that ticked by.

When the buzzer finally sounded, signaling the end of the game, I was relieved that we’d secured a win. But as my teammates high-fived and celebrated, all I could think about was her.

Where the hell had she gone?

Reader's POV

I must have passed out for a little while because the next thing I knew, I was being gently roused by a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, hey, baby... you’re okay."

I blinked up, groggy and disoriented, only to see Paige’s concerned face hovering above me.

"Paige..." I murmured, trying to sit up, but the pain in my abdomen hit me like a ton of bricks.

“Don’t move,” she said softly, her voice full of worry. “I’m gonna take care of you, alright? I’m here.”

I felt myself melt into her touch as she carefully helped me up, supporting me as I leaned into her. She guided me to the bathroom, where I could see her pulling the warm, steamy water from the tub.

"I know you're hurting, baby," she said softly, her hands moving to help me out of my clothes. "But we’re going to get you in the bath, okay? It’ll help."

I nodded weakly, too tired to argue, letting Paige help me step into the bath, the hot water easing some of the tension in my body.

"You're so strong," she whispered as she knelt beside the tub, her hand brushing my wet hair out of my face.

I swallowed hard, too overwhelmed to respond. I felt a pang of guilt—after all, she had just played in the game, a huge win for her career, and I was here, crumpled in pain, unable to even sit up properly.

“How did you do?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Paige gave me a soft smile, brushing her thumb over my hand. “You’re the one I’m worried about right now. But, we won. We kicked ass. I hit 2,000 but ended the game with 2,012 career points.” She said it with such pride, and I could feel the sense of accomplishment in her words.

But I wasn’t really focused on that. I just wanted her to feel as at ease as possible, even as I struggled with the pain and nausea.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to leave during the game… I just couldn’t…”

“You don’t have to apologize to me, baby,” she said, her voice warm but firm. “You’ve been through a lot, and I understand. It’s okay. I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Paige’s words had a magical effect on me, and I could feel some of the tension in my body begin to ease. I let myself relax further into the bath, feeling the heat soothe the cramps. But even as the pain started to dull, the exhaustion was catching up with me.

“You’re still my hero, you know?” I mumbled.

Paige chuckled softly, brushing her lips over the top of my head. “I’m just happy you’re okay. And don’t worry, I’ll be your hero anytime you need me.”

I gave a tired smile, reaching for her hand as I let my eyes close, feeling her presence next to me like a warm blanket.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, her voice full of tenderness.

As I rested there, surrounded by her care and concern, I knew that no matter how difficult things got, we’d always have each other. She was my rock, my safe place, and tonight, more than ever, I was grateful for her love.

[jayparked]

congrats & thanks for doing this event! can i req 75+84 with sunghoon? ty!

WARNINGS: semi public sex, slightly mean dom hoon, sunghoon makes y/n answer the phone while they fuck!, possessive hoon, language, bulge pushing, fingering, hoon's kind of a manhandler idk, creampie

WC: 761

"th-there are people outside this door-!" your words are quickly muffled by sunghoon's hand, his palm warm against your lips.

"well, this isn't about them, is it? they're out here shopping and it's just you and me in here. now stay quiet and take it."

your muffled moans only encourage sunghoon more, his fingers quickening against your clit while molding his body against yours. every twitch of your body has you unintentionally grinding against his growing erection. it's driving him crazy seeing how quickly you come undone in his grasp. but what he loves most is that no matter where or when, if sunghoon wanted you, you'd let him have you.

your phone that's resting on the dressing room seat lights up and your body stiffens at the displayed contact name.

"hm? i thought you cut him off? thought i was the only one you were messing with now?"

you don't answer right away, eliciting a harsh flick from sunghoon's fingers onto your clit.

"i did! you are!"

"i don't believe you." sunghoon grunts as his fingers easily enter your sopping hole. he doesn't even bother prepping you or trying to stretch you out properly, already inserting three fingers knuckle deep, scissoring as a relentlessly brutal pace.

"but you think about me when they're fucking you, don't you?"

"i...that's not true." who are you kidding? there's really no comparison between the two. in every category sunghoon wins; size, pacing, ex

"oh? you really think you can lie to me right now? with the position i have you in? i don't you need me to remind you who's cock you cry out for every night. if he really was a good fuck it would be him here with you, but no. you chose me. now pick up the phone and tell him you're done with him"

"n-now?"

"no, next tuesday- yes, fucking right now. answer the damn phone. i want him to hear this."

you quickly lean forward and grab your phone, sunghoon's hands never leaving your body. not even giving yourself a chance to back down, you answer the call.

"helLO?" you gasp, looking behind you to see the wide smirk on sunghoon's face as he pushes his cock past your folds, guiding your hips back until he's fully sheathed inside you.

"y/n? are you okay? i haven't heard from you in a while and i miss you-"

sunghoon presses his hand against your stomach as he thrusts deeply into you. barely catching the small scream bubbling in your throat, you clamp a hand over your mouth and breathe heavily through your nose, feeling the way sunghoon's large hand presses against his own bulge inside you.

guiding your hand away from your face, sunghoon quickly grabs the phone and presses the speaker button and places it back on the bench. he silently presses a hand between your shoulder blades and bends you down slightly before grabbing both of your wrists and moving them behind your back. satisfied with the position he has you in, sunghoon starts thrusting deep and vigorously. he loves the sound your bodies makes together, the slapping of skin on skin and the squelching of your arousal coating his cock. it's something he'll never get tired of and he's soaring with pride at the way the sounds echo in the small fitting room, surely being picked up on your phone for your previous toy to hear.

"uhhh...y/n do i need to call you back?"

"don't bother," sunghoon chuckles, "she doesn't need you anymore." sunghoon ruts his hips into you in a way that forces a moan from you, one you can't hold in any longer no matter how hard you try. three faint beeps sound from your phone as the other boy hangs up, leaving you completely at sunghoon's mercy.

even with the competition successfully removed from the picture, sunghoon does not let up. he releases your hands, letting you stumble forward until you're able to brace yourself against the mirror, his pace never faultering. sunghoon leans down and bites at the back of your shoulder, teeth sinking deep enough to bruise. meanwhile, his pace quickens, clearly chasing his release while still feeling the high of successfully claiming you in front of his opponent. without warning, sunghoon releases inside you, softly groaning your name as he slowly uses you to milk every last drop of his load out of him.

he stills in your for a moment, panting softly before placing a swift kiss to your shoulder as he removes himself from you. "that'll show him."

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[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 4!

oh have i got some good ones for you this week! enjoy <3

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

and i'm not good at winning fights anymore | spaceprincessem/@spaceprincessem | 24k | T

five times Buck needs to feel Eddie's heartbeat and the one time Eddie needs to feel his. this is one of my absolute favourites, it was a reread this week and wow did it hit the spot once more. genuinely a masterpiece, cannot recommend this enough!

baby, say you'll always keep me | hattalove/@hattalove | 8.3k | T

the one in which joking about being married to your best friend is all fun and games, right up until you realize that you're not laughing. soft and sweet and a little silly, the buddie fic trifecta <3 all here in one fic!!

cause i'm tired of sleeping alone | rarakiplin (gmontys)/@hoediaz | 14.5k | T

five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other. oh this is so FUN i love mutual pining and jealousy and firefam meddling!! so good <3

didn't think you meant it | EtoileGarden | 33.5k | E

“Y’know,” he said. Shrugged again. “That last call? I kind of thought I’d have that by now.” “What,” Eddie raised his eyebrows at him. “A roof collapsing on you?” Buck grunted, elbowed Eddie. Lightly, because he did appreciate the humour in Eddie’s voice. “No,” he said. “Just - married.” i love love love the combination of pining and angst and comedy in this!! it's such a good time all around. another reread, and i'm glad i picked this up again!

i could spend the whole day just gettin' by | rowan_wood/@transboybuckley | 4.5k | GA

“I’m sick,” Buck said, eyes closed, when he could sense Eddie reached the loft. softest loveliest fic <3 i'm such a sucker for these two taking care of each other when they're ill, and this hits the spot so perfectly!

if i get burned, at least we were electrified | kaistinlove/@kaistinlove | 9.9k | E

Out of all the bad decisions Eddie has ever made. This one takes the cake. What did he think would happen when he's watching porn in broad daylight at the kitchen table? listen listen okay. buck's TATTOO. no i won't specify further, just read the fic. the TATTOO. trust me on this one. hot and fun and just so so good!!

if you leave the light on | cloudydaisies | 27.9k | GA

the check engine light comes on in Buck's Jeep, Eddie volunteers to fix it and carpool with him in the meantime, and it all breaks down from there, literally and metaphorically. such a delight of a fic <3 i love how this one nails not only the buddie dynamic, but the firefam as a whole!!

my heart will lead me there soon | ColorfulThoughts/@miscellaneouscolorfulthoughts | 7.4k | GA

Buck is pining for his best friend and copes with a new hobby. Who knew fish would bring them together? mutual pining, they are just too blind to see that is my new favourite tag combination <3 the hurt/comfort hurts and comforts so well!!

never known comfort like laying next to you | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 2.6k | GA

A long shift ends with a quiet pizza and movie night within the walls of the Diaz house followed by a quiet confession beneath Eddie’s duvet. this was another reread - quite a few of those this week - and wow does it continue to hit so hard <3 literally all of my favourite tags are right there!! i love soft domestic fluff, and this delivers exactly that!!

the evan buckley matchmaking agency | mmtion/@mmtions | 28.6k | M

Buck tries to set up Eddie. It goes well for absolutely no-one involved. (a 5+1 fic) the best oblivious buck ever!! this fic has such lovely characterisation of all the characters <3

the worm vs the universe | lightyears/@bisexualbellamyblake | 6.9k | T

Adriana moves to LA. It would be great, except that Buck starts dating her. adriana!! i love her so much!! the fact that we know so little about the diaz sisters in canon is wild to me tbh, but until proven wrong, i will just assume that adriana is exactly like this <3

slide it in, right to the top | oklahoma/@chippingmill | 4.3k | E

After Buck shows up at Eddie's door with a six pack, Eddie's mind begins to wonder. A bottle of tequila gives him the courage to ask for something he wasn't aware he's been wanting. this is hot and fun and so good and just so very them <3 i love scenarios like this for buddie, and this one is just perfect!!

vanilla disaster, lemon dream | BlueAzalea/@attack-of-the-blue-penguins | 39.8k | T

Eddie leans on his friends, shaves his mustache, goes to therapy, becomes besties with Maddie, admits he’s in love with his best friend, and learns to ask for what he wants. such a glorious glorious eddiemaddie friendship!! lovely introspective fic, an instant bookmark <3

wake up, boy, you're far from home | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 23.8k | E

Eddie is miserable in El Paso, having seemingly made things worse. Buck is miserable in Los Angeles, without him. When Buck agrees to go home to Hershey for the holidays, everything implodes. oh and implode it does... such a fascinating look at the buckley and diaz families (i loved madney here!!) and at buddie themselves, of course. such a brilliant fic!!

when the tequila runs out | Artemis_Unbound/@artemisthehuntress | 5k | T

Drunk Buck is an octopus, Eddie is a pushover, and cuddles are had by all. soft and funny and just the perfect nighttime read <3 this might come last alphabetically, but it was the first fic i read this week, and what a delightful start it was!