#and putting all this pressure on it is getting in the way of me

[littlelamy]

sleeping with rafe

Rafe couldn’t sleep without you. Whether it was his bed, your bed, or even the couch, he needed you beside him, wrapped up tight, grounding him in a way only you could. Tonight was no different. The moment you slipped under the covers, he pulled you into his arms, sighing deeply as he buried his face against your chest. After a long, exhausting day, all he wanted was to be tangled up with you.

Usually, he preferred to be the big spoon, wrapping you up in his embrace like a protective barrier against the world. But tonight, he craved your warmth more than ever. He nestled his way down, resting his head on your chest, sighing contentedly as he felt your soft skin under his cheek, the rhythm of your heartbeat lulling him. His hand drifted beneath your shirt, fingers gliding over your bare skin, sending tingles through you.

“Missed you,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses against the delicate skin just above your heart. His lips traveled slowly across your chest, savoring each inch, each gentle curve. When he finally reached your nipple, he paused, eyes fluttering shut as he closed his lips around it, sucking softly, his tongue flicking teasingly against the sensitive skin. (rafe having an oral fixation > )

A shiver ran through you, and your breath hitched as you tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling the heat pool low in your stomach. Rafe smiled against you, clearly enjoying your reactions as he took his time, lost in the warmth of you. Each slow pull of his mouth was both possessive and adoring, a perfect blend that made you feel cherished.

“God, you’re so soft… so perfect,” he whispered, pulling back for a moment to watch your face, relishing the flush on your cheeks. He pressed his cheek against your chest again, listening to your heartbeat, tracing gentle patterns across your waist with his fingers.

But as the moments stretched on, you felt that familiar pressure building in your bladder, and you knew you’d have to get up. You tried to shift out of his hold, but Rafe wasn’t having it. Even as you tried to ease your way out from beneath him, his grip tightened, instinctively, possessively and with a sleepy groan.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, his arms looping around you like a vice.

“I… I have to get up,” you whispered, trying not to disturb him too much. He just groaned, shaking his head as he snuggled even closer, tightening his hold like he thought you might just disappear if he let go.

“Just a few more minutes,” he murmured, pressing a sleepy kiss to your collarbone, his face still buried against your chest. “Stay.”

You chuckled softly, heart warming at how attached he was, even if it meant you were stuck for the time being. But eventually, nature’s call grew too insistent, and you had to put your foot down.

“Rafe, I really have to go,” you said, a bit more firmly this time. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you, pouting slightly, as if to say how could you leave me like this?

With a defeated sigh, he finally relented, loosening his grip just enough to let you slip out of bed. But as you padded to the bathroom, you felt his presence right behind you, half-awake yet determined to stay close. You glanced over your shoulder to find him trailing you, eyes half-lidded and hair tousled, his expression one of pure sleep-addled stubbornness.

He leaned against the doorframe as you entered the bathroom, his gaze unwavering even as you went about your business. You shot him a look, but he only grinned, sliding down to sit by the door, resting his head against the wall with a lazy smile, as if this was perfectly normal behavior.

When you finally returned to bed, he wasted no time in gathering you back into his arms, settling back into his preferred spot on your chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he sighed in satisfaction.

“You’re not allowed to leave me again,” he muttered, voice muffled against you.

You chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, alright. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that promise, he relaxed completely, his breathing evening out as he drifted back to sleep, held securely in the warmth of your embrace.

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[katiascraft]

"If nothing else gets you through. Then darling, i'll cry with you" | LN4

parings: Lando Norris x reader.

Summary: after the chaotic Brazilian GP, you know Lando is verygood at lying that he is alright and nothing can move him. But with you he can't pretend.

Now playing: "Cry with you" by Jeremy Zucker.

Word count: +1,2k.

Warnings: I think none. A few cursed words I guess and mentions of anxiety. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.

Author's note: so today was the shittiest day at the office y’all! I still feel like shit but I needed to write something about this. Why is Lando so hated??? You need to check yourselves!! Don’t forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

The Brazil GP it’s been the toughest so far. The Championship of drivers was also kind of defined. Of course Max was gonna win. He wasn't a three time world champion by luck. He is really one of the best drivers this sport has ever seen in history along with Senna, Prost, Lewis and Schumacher. But all of that indicated that your boyfriend was not gonna win the championship this year and that shuttered your heart.

You knew how hard Lando worked on that. All of the media attacked him. Social media twisting his words in a really cruel way. It was all too much noise and you perfectly knew how hard it was for him. How much anxiety he was handling and all of the pressure he was putting on himself. The pressure and illusion of the team to be back at the top after so many years decided it was gonna be Lando the one who did that. And that was a correct choice, lando was more than capable of winning the championship. But at some point it all happened so fast the pressure was descomunal.

You knew your boyfriend. You know how hard he’s worked all year. How much this all meant to him. You didn’t have holidays this year because he really wanted to fight. Train. And attack. Or at least that’s what he wanted to do.

You knew he was really good at pretending and playing it cool so people won’t ever know how much hurt his carrying. He could play the super hero indestructible for all the camaras. You won’t see him shattered right then and there. But you knew him too damn well to know he was broken. He hoped to be the winner. He dreamed about it his whole life. And this magical year was finally the one who gave him the chance to almost be it. This race was the hardest. It was luck and skills to the limit. A lot of crashes. The rain was irritating at one point. You almost didn't want to keep watching. When Lando got off track and went down to P6, you knew. He didn’t reply to any message through the radio. You cried, of course you did. You were on this as much as he was in it. You cried out of frustration. This year was a rollercoaster for you. You also dreamed of the day Lando won. You wanted that to happen even more than he wanted to. He deserved it. For how hard he works. How hard he is on himself when something out of his hands happens. Or when he made a mistake. How hard was all of that on his mental health. How obsessed he could get. And how that could send him into a spiral. You knew this was the best year at the same time it was the worst one.

When you watched him walk into the garage where you were. Your heart broke. Not because he was angry or even sad. He was playing it cool like it was not a big deal at all. So you knew how much pain he was handling.

Your eyes met after he talked to his engineers and mechanics. You were so sad this weekend. So good yet forgettable.

“Hey” he said walking to you and you just couldn’t help but dropped a few tears hugging him so tightly. You were squeezing him at some point. He let you do it. And rested his head on your neck. He fought the tears in his eyes so hard in that moment.

“I’m so proud of you. You are so strong Lando. So talented” you said now looking at him trying to repair something with your thoughts on him but knowing it won’t change anything. But you just wanted him to know he was all of that and the greatest person alive you knew. He kissed you gently.

“I love you y/n. Thank you for always supporting me” he said and gave you a kiss on the cheek giving you another hug. You didn’t say anything but hugged him tightly. After a few seconds another person joined and by the giggles he left out, you both knew it was Oscar. You two giggled a little. It was a family hug.

After that intimate little moment, the media had to be done so you had to say goodbye for a while.

(…)

After dinner with the papaya family you decided it was night in. Lando showered again because he said he had a headache. You haven’t talked about how he feels yet. You didn’t want to be invasive and more because this was a very sensitive topic to discuss. You knew he would eventually crack and talk to you. Like he always did.

You put on your pajamas and waited for him by just looking out the window at the city of São Paulo. After a few minutes la do was out. You turned to look at him. He was by his luggage wearing only a towel looking for a boxer and T-shirt. You could see his whole back. He took off the towel and put the clothes on. You looked to the bed and climbed in it waiting for him. You analyzed him one more time while he got cozy on the bed with you.

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m okay babe” he said, like reading your mind. You gave him a half smile.

“You sure? We can talk about it baby” you said softly and got closer to him so you could stroke his hair sweetly. He looked at you and nodded. But then his eyes were full of tears so he denied. Your heart sinks. “Come here my love” you said, bringing me to your chest and hugging him in a way for him to find comfort somehow. He hugged you and hid his face in your neck so you couldn’t see him. “It’s okay baby. I know it was q fucking shitty day at the office. I know how much you wanted it. And you deserve it still, baby. But life is sometimes a bitch you know? I mean the alpines got the podium” you said trying to make him feel better. He was still crying and all you could read was he tigherter his grip. “Sometimes life is a bitch to the people that don't deserve it. Amazing people who are good and so no harm but somehow get the harder life mode now and then. This makes you stronger, Lando. I know next years gonna be. You will do it. Because you can and because you want to. And that more than enough because talent you already have babe” he moved a little under your hug. You heard him giggle a little. That makes you smile a little too.

You stoked his curls gently and kissed his forehead.

“I love you and admire you so fucking much. You deserve the world and I know you will eventually get it” you told him now looking into his eyes holding his face between your hands. His face was wet and his eyes teary. Seeing him like this broke your heart in so Many pieces. But you knew he was gonna be okay. He was gonna be world champion one day.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I love you” he said with a shaky voice and you gave him a little kiss.

“You just did you landinho” you said sweetly making him smile and you gave him another million kisses.

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[ellecdc]

i have a small idea! (this totes bounced off that one poly!marauders pregnancy post)

sirius would absolutely find comfort laying on readers belly later on in her pregnancy animagus style🐾

I loved this! you must've read my mind; yesterday I was considering sending out a request for any pregnant!reader or dad!marauders prompts!

poly!marauders x pregnant!reader who Padfoot is obsessed with [1.4k words]

CW: fem afab!reader, pregnancy, discourse regarding shower temperatures

“Wait, so, explain to me why you can’t both just take a shower together?” Remus asked as he followed Sirius and James into the flat, the two boys having argued nearly the whole way home from the shops over who was going to get to shower first.

Sirius made a derisive scoffing sound as if Remus had asked something particularly ridiculous. 

“Remus.” He muttered like he was talking to a troublesome toddler. “My hair and skin are only as beautiful as they are because I don’t scald myself under water heated by hellfire.” 

“My showers are not that hot, Pads.” James argued, though Remus could hear the smile in his voice. 

“My gods.” Sirius breathed out. “It’s starting to affect your brain cells too.” 

James made an offended sound and swatted at Sirius. “Fine, out with you then; go take your freezing shower, but don’t come looking for me for cuddles when you can’t stop shivering.” 

“I’d sooner find Moons for warm cuddles.” Sirius responded haughtily. “Those werewolf genes keep him nice and warm.”

Remus hummed in acknowledgement. “Dove may just have me beat there soon.” 

All three boys took a moment to sigh lovingly at the thought of you; growing and stretching and likely more than a little uncomfortable but doing it so gracefully nonetheless. 

“Sirius if you’re just going to sit here with hearts in your eyes…” James started, though he didn’t need to finish his threat when Sirius turned and took off in the direction of the shower.

“You do come out of the shower a little pink, love.” Remus murmured into the side of James’ face once he knew Sirius was out of earshot. 

James scoffed but leaned into Remus’ embrace. “How does he know that hot showers aren’t how I get my hair and skin so beautiful?” 

“Fair enough.” Remus laughed before he moved to put the groceries away. “But I don’t want Y/N getting into any showers with you; we don’t want her blood pressure rising.” 

James hummed in agreement. “But you may have to tell her that; her showers are equally steamy.” 

“Okay,” Remus agreed, “family meeting tonight about appropriate shower temperatures.” 

The two worked through the kitchen in relative silence before James slowed in his movements; dark brows furrowing behind his wire frames. “Speaking of showers, I don’t hear one running.” 

“Did he seriously fight you for dibs over the shower and then not get into the shower?” Remus laughed, causing James to stalk down the hall muttering something under his breath along the lines of “stupid no good sodding handsome boyfriend, going to be the death of me”. 

Remus waited for the inevitable yelp when James startled Sirius from behind, digging his fingers into his ribs in punishment.

He waited for the two of them to start trading insults - far louder than necessary - that quickly divulged into heated kisses where they pressed each other up against various solid surfaces.

Except no yelps, no tickles, no insults, and no passion could be heard.

In fact, it was quiet…too quiet. 

“Is there some weird portal in the flat that my partners keep disappearing through or something?” Remus called as he moved in the direction of the bedroom. “And where’s dovey?” 

But the answer only came when Remus rounded the corner into their bedroom - nearly colliding with James who had paused just inside the doorway - to find you asleep, curled up on your side in bed with a placid looking Padfoot curled up behind you and his head resting on your waist; your ever growing bump (that you’ve insisted cannot possibly grow anymore) dutifully under his chin.

Remus made an affectionate tsking sound as he took in the sight. “Did you get distracted, Pads?” And the dog’s tail began thumping loudly against the bed, though Remus could tell Padfoot was working very hard to not move his body in any other way lest he disturb you. 

The three of you always joked that whatever Sacred 28 gene allowed Pureblood's to appear impassive, bored, and to expertly save face was absent in Sirius, who never bothered hiding a single one of his emotions; the way he was feeling always displayed loudly and proudly on his face, though he claimed that was by choice rather than design.

But for as expressive or closed off as Sirius could or couldn’t be, Padfoot didn’t have a poker face to save his life.  

An almost embarrassing coo left James’ lips as he made his way to the bed, kneeling carefully on the edge of the bed so as to not disturb you, before reaching over to place a hand on your bump.

Padfoot, for his part, snapped his jaw playfully at James, pretending to bite his wrist only to then lick his arm aggressively when James diverted his loving caress to the top of his head instead. 

“She’s been so tired lately.” James murmured to no one in particular once Padfoot seemed appeased and he moved his hand to push some hair back from your forehead. 

“You try building an entire new person from scratch.” Remus chuckled quietly, moving to stand behind James but pausing when Padfoot’s head shot up.

The canine stared down at your midsection with his ears standing straight up in the air before tilting his head comically at a nearly 90 degree angle.

James laughed, making a breathy ‘wha-’ sound when Padfoot’s head snapped in the other direction, snout still pointed dutifully at your stomach. 

The dog let out a quiet whimper and pressed his wet nose into your side, causing James to laugh and Remus to tsk chidingly at him for risking waking you up.

“Is he kicking, Pads?” James asked then, moving his hand to the now damp spot on your shirt from where Padfoot poked you so rudely as the dog’s tail thumped excitedly on the bed. 

“Please.” Remus scoffed playfully as he reached forward to place his hand next to James’. “Don’t you mean she?”

“They” you corrected suddenly - though your eyes remained closed - as your boyfriends (two human and one currently canine) hovered around your midsection “are lucky they’re so loved when they’re currently using my ribs as a kick drum.” Your breath hitching in time with James and Remus’ hands feeling a strong thump and Padfoot’s head tilting the other direction. 

“Awe, I’m sorry, angel.” James cooed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You should be.” You grumbled, though Remus could see the faint upturn in the corner of your lips. “It’s your fault.”

“My fault?” James shrilled. 

You hummed in agreement. “They were very well behaved before you showed up.”

“How do you know it’s not Moony’s fault?”

You cracked one eye open to look at Remus who simply winked at you. 

“Just do.” 

“Pads?” James tried then.

“If it was Sirius, I would say the chances were equal.” You admitted as you settled back into the pillow. “But baby is well behaved for Padfoot.” 

“Well…” James started, looking helplessly between his partners. “Well this is just not fair.”

You let out a groan and shoved your face into the pillow at the interruption of your nap when Remus finally took pity on you.

“Wasn’t someone supposed to be showering?” 

James looked over at Padfoot who simply stared back at him before letting out a long sigh and resting his head back down on your belly. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Looks like there’s been a change of plans, Jamie.” Remus translated. 

“Fine.” James grumbled, though Remus could tell his ire was only for show. “Do you wanna join me, Moons?” 

“I showered this morning.” Remus declined as he took James’ spot next to you on the bed.

“I’ll shower with you, Jamie.” You offered as you went to rise, pausing when all three boys protested. 

Well, James and Remus protested. Padfoot let out a bark. 

“You should rest, angel.”

“Leave Jamie to his hellfire showers.” Remus agreed. “I’ll run you a bath after dinner, how does that sound?” 

Apparently that sounded lovely, because you easily fell back into your pillows with a smile on your face, a dog resting its head on your stomach, and Remus rubbing his thumb lovingly against your temple.

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Guidance pt2

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Notes: slight angst, abandonment issues, spoilers for Agatha All Along,, large time skip from part 1

Summary: Rio shows up at your home centuries after your last meeting, asking for your help to free Agatha from a spell. You're reluctant to help her as her presence reminds you of how she and Agatha abandoned you.

An: See... minutes later as promised. Hope you enjoy. Likes, comments, replies, and reblogs are much appreciated 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Part 1 | Masterlist

You sit up abruptly, your hands reaching to cradle your face. Your heart beats rambunctiously in your chest. The memory of Agatha and Rio haunts your dreams.

You can't stand how sweet it is. How fresh it feels even after centuries have passed. You swing your feet over the side of your bed deciding to abandon sleep completely.

Your feet pad against your wooden floor all the way to the kitchen. You turn the light on, and stop in your tracks as you notice a pizza on your counter.

You hadn’t ordered any pizza.

“Long time no see, sweetheart.”

You didn't hesitate to shoot a ball of fire in the direction of that voice. The voice that whispered in your ear, the voice that praised you, the voice of one of your mentors.

“Aw, didn't miss me?”

You turn to face her, but she’s crafty. Her dagger is already pressed against your neck. You can feel her breathing in your ear. Her presence just as warm as you remembered.

“What do you want?”

She puts a little pressure on the dagger, “Watch the tone, pumpkin.”

You grew frustrated with her games. You threw your head back, head-butting the woman causing her to drop the dagger. You took the opportunity to pick it up. With her back on the floor, you straddle her waist and hold the dagger against her throat now. Tiny flames sparked in your pupils.

“Why are you in my house, Rio?”

The woman can't help herself, “I just missed being under you like this.”

You glare at the woman, replacing the dagger with your hand around her neck, “I should put you out of your misery right now.”

“Kinky,” she squeezes out.

“This is the last time I'm asking, what do you want?”

“A-Agatha.”

You release your hand from her throat, “What about her?”

Rio rubs a hand over her throat soothingly, “She’s gotten herself trapped in a spell of the Scarlet Witch.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

Rio’s hands get comfortable resting on your hips. You think about shaking her hands off of you, but you don't.

“She doesn't remember who she is. She thinks she's some woman named Agnes. I need your help to free her,” this is the most serious she has been this encounter.

“You’re literally Death. You don't need my help, you never did,” you spoke pointedly.

Her hand begins to climb from your hips up and under your shirt. It wasn’t sexual, just intimate.

“That’s not true,” she whispers, eyes locking on yours.

You scoff, but are unable to look away from her, “It feels pretty accurate.”

“I never stopped needing you,” Rio admits.

Your gaze softens for a moment, “Don’t lie to me.”

You get off of her, opting to lean against your kitchen counter. You needed to put distance between the two of you.

“Y/n, Agatha needs us,” Rio pleads with you.

“Where were you when I needed you? Where was she?”

Rio closes her eyes briefly, “We took you in.”

You furrow your brow in anger, “Is that all? You took me in, made me fall in love, and then you left me.”

Rio shakes her head, “No, you left us.”

Your eyes burn at her words, “I would've never left you.”

Rio shoots back, “I’m pretty sure you did. You left us, Agatha and I got into a fight over who’s fault it was. It was the last time we spoke.”

You shake your head, “No, I went out to collect firewood. I got a little turned around on the way back, but eventually I made it . When I got home the two of you were gone. I waited and waited and you never came back.”

“Impossible, we searched the whole forest looking for you before we started fighting,” Rio argues back at you.

“Bullshit,” you say through gritted teeth.

“You think we’d just abandon you after everything,” Rio sounds hurt by the accusation.

You want to comfort her, but you fight the urge, “I don’t think, I know because it happened.”

“Help me save Agatha, she will tell you the same,” Rio wagers.

“Fine,” you relent.

Rio takes your hand in hers and soon you are no longer in your house. You’re outside standing in front of a house you’ve never seen before. Rio is dressed in what seems to be a bad detective get up. You’re still in your pajamas.

“This is Agatha’s place,” Rio says going up and ringing the doorbell.

When the door opens you see one of the most powerful witches that you know in a baseball tee and jeans. Her hair is in a ponytail and her demeanor is nothing as you remembered it to be.

“Agnes, I thought we could talk about the case some more,” Rio says to the woman.

Agnes’s eyes cut over to you, “And who is this sad sack?”

“Y/n here, is special forces. She’s here to help us look beneath the surface. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You nod silently, observing Agatha’s state. She was always mischievous. Part of you hoped to see cracks of her shine through, but you couldn’t sense your Agatha underneath Agnes.

Agnes stepped aside to let you in.

You whisper to Rio, “What’s wrong with her? I can’t- I don’t feel her.”

“She’s trapped somewhere deep in her mind. I’ve tried to get her out, but I’m missing something,” Rio says.

You watch as Rio interacts with Agnes. The magic of the Scarlet Witch seems tedious to undo. You stare deeply into Agnes, traveling down into her psyche, trying to find any piece of Agatha.

“Does she just sit there and stare?”

“It’s part of her process,” Rio deflects.

Agnes leans forward to match your stare, “Look any harder and you might find yourself a carrot, bunny.”

You startle, at the old nickname.

“Excuse me?” You say and you see a far away look in the woman’s eyes. She shakes her head.

“Nothing, sorry about that. This case, it’s got my head all scrambled,” she says to herself.

You try to transport yourself back into your coven days. Head always buried in a spell book of some sort. You shift through the knowledge, hoping to find something that sticks.

Your eyes shut as words begin to fill your head. Latin words that you don't quite know anymore. They feel right so you begin to chant them under your breath.

“What is she saying?” You hear Agnes question.

“Nothing important, let's get back to the photos.”

Agnes shakes her head, “She's speaking gibberish, I think she's unstable. Mam, mam I'm going to need you to stop.”

Agnes gets in your face. Her hands shake your shoulders, but you just begin chanting louder. Your eyes begin to glow white as you look into her.

“She’s possessed, dear god,” Agnes tries to pull her hands off of you, but you keep them there.

“Agatha,” her name falls gently from your lips. “You’ve been lost, but I’ve found you.”

You can feel her. The witch underneath this costume. You reach for her in your mind. The layers begin to peel back and Rio watches as the character falls off of Agatha.

It’s like they’re traveling through the decades. The room seems to be shaking, as if there was an earthquake. Until finally there’s nothing left but Agatha.

Her eyes are wide open as she sits in front of you bare. Your hands still holding hers onto your shoulders.

“Y/n?” The disbelief in her tone lets you know that this is your Agatha.

Her eyes dart over to Rio, a scowl grows on her face.

“Hello, my love,” Rio winks at the naked woman.

Agatha lunges at Rio, but you pull her back into your grasp.

“I don’t care if you guys fight each other, but I need to know this first. Rio tells me that I left the two of you, but I remember you leaving me.”

Agatha looks at you with a crease in her brow, “We would've never left you, bunny.”

“Told you so,” Rio says.

You shake your head, “I don't understand.”

Agatha holds your face in her hands and you let her. Her thumb swipes across your cheek tenderly.

“Bunny, we searched for you, for hours. We couldn’t find you, we couldn’t feel you. Even when I went to look for you after our fight, I couldn’t feel you. I could never trace your magic,” Agatha’s voice falters towards the end.

“How did you find me?” You question Rio.

“The old fashioned way, sweetheart. I looked you up.” Rio gets closer to you and Agatha. “I couldn’t feel your magic either."

“I still don’t understand. I went home that day, neither of you showed up. I wasn’t gone for that long. I just got a little turned around,” you mumble to yourself more than them.

“What do you remember?” Agatha’s finger trails up, tapping on your head.

“I went to get firewood, I was walking.”

Agatha responds, “Do you remember for how long?”

“It felt like less than an hour,” you try to pull the memory forward.

Rio hums, “When did you get turned around?”

“I don't know.”

“Yes, you do. Find it,” Agatha pushes you.

A sensation stirs in you, almost feeling like you’re being buried alive, “I can’t.”

Rio’s kneeling down beside the two of you. Her eyes focus on you, “You can, Y/n.”

That feeling starts to intensify. You can feel dirt falling over your body. It’s suffocating you. You try to push Agatha off of you, but she stays in place. Rio has her hand on your knee trying to provide you with comfort.

There’s an intense flash of white light. All of a sudden you’re in the forest again. The soil is cold underneath your feet, and the night breeze tries to get into your cloak. Rio's cloak, why were you wearing her cloak?

“Where are we?”

You didn't expect to see Agatha and Rio at your side. Agatha now fully clothed, but her clothes were outdated. You all were wearing wardrobes of centuries past.

“I don't know,” you say, casting a fire ball in your hand.

“Well wherever we are I still don't have any magic,” Agatha grumbles.

“Why is this so familiar?” Rio reaches out to touch the trees.

Your eyes land on a cabin, one that was very familiar to you, “It’s home.”

They look at the cabin for a long minute.

“It is not,” Agatha says eyes narrowing.

“What do you mean?”

Agatha gets closer to the wooden structure. She pushes the door and it opens. Inside is the place you remember waiting for them for. You’re sure of it, that this is the home.

“Agatha’s right, close but no,” Rio’s eyes wander around the room.

“This is it,” you say firmly.

They both look at you. Rio speaks first, “This plant, it’s the wrong color and in the wrong place.”

“The blanket on the chair, the stitching is wrong,” Agatha feels it in her hand.

The details are small, but incorrect all the same. Your confusion only multiplies at the realization.

“But, I waited here,” you repeat it a few times, feeling like your breath was stolen from your lungs.

They are by your side in an instant. Agatha has her arms wrapped securely around you.

“We’re going to figure it out, bunny,” Agatha speaks to you, but her eyes are on Rio’s hoping that she could explain this.

“I think, we might be in a different dimension ,” Rio says.

“How would we be in a different dimension?” Your frustration bleeds through your words.

“Your power,” Agatha says as though she has connected all the dots.

Rio nods along, “You’ve crossed a dimensional barrier.”

“How?” You still were in disbelief.

Rio shrugs, “I don’t know, but I’m certain this is not our Earth. There are souls here that I know I have reaped.”

Agatha looks at Rio for clarification, “ A green witch can travel planes?”

Rio tilts her head from side to side, “Sort of, but not exactly. Most of them can travel through the soil. It’s more state to state, or maybe even out of the country, but this is… unheard of.”

“You said most,” you stop her.

She smirks, “Well, I’m Death; The Green Witch, I am able to travel the planes of the multiverse.”

“This would explain why we couldn’t feel you."

The realization hits you like a bullet to the chest. They didn’t leave you, you weren’t abandoned. The only reason you aren’t together is because they physically couldn’t get to you.

“Take us back,” your voice was delicate.

Rio obliged, putting the 3 of you back at Agatha’s house.

The moment you’re back you’re apologizing to the women, “I’m sorry. I thought you left, and didn’t want me. I spent all this time, hating you for leaving me, but you never did. I shouldn’t have believed that you would. I’m sorry it broke you guys up. I’m sorry that-”

Rio doesn’t let you continue. Her lips smash against yours hungrily. There’s nothing careful or patient about the kiss. It's as if you are her sustenance in that moment. She was unwilling to part even as your lungs screamed for oxygen. You questioned if you really needed it as much as you needed her lips on yours.

Rio only relents when she realizes that you were running out of air. She pecks your lips once more before letting you catch your breath.

Agatha goes to make a snarky remark that dies on her lips as Rio grabs her face. Rio rests her forehead against Agatha’s just breathing in the woman’s air. She’s waiting for something, Agatha’s permission.

You watch as Agatha scans the other woman’s face, potentially trying to remember all of the details. She nods ever so slightly and Rio doesn’t waste another second.

Your pupils dilate at the image before you. The hunger, the longing, the love you can see it all as they mix into each other.

“Do not be sorry, it’s no one’s fault,” Rio speaks as her lips leave Agatha’s.

“But-”

“Come here bunny,” Agatha turns from Rio to give you her attention.

You follow her instructions and shuffle over to her. Your eyes can’t help to dart to her lips. You wonder if you could taste Rio’s lips by kissing her.

“It’s nobody’s fault,” Agatha takes a hand and runs it through your hair.

You sigh, “We’ve spent so much time apart because of me.”

“We’re together now and that’s all that matters,” Agatha counters.

“Your magic,” your fingers intertwine with hers.

“I’ll get it ba-”

This time it’s you that cuts her off. Her lips are softer than you remember, and there is a faint earthy presence in her kiss. You take the opportunity to shoot some of your magic into her hands.

Instinctively she begins to absorb the power. It hurts you a little, but you’re too focused on the feeling of her tongue against your bottom lip. You open for her like you always have.

She moans into your mouth. You push further into her, weak as your magic slipped through your fingers.

You don’t want to stop kissing her, but if she takes anymore of your power, you’ll die. You want to push the boundary, but Rio doesn’t let you. She pulls you out of Agatha’s grasp severing the line between her power and yours.

“That was so reckless,” Agatha scolds you. “You could’ve died.”

You shrug, “You wouldn’t have taken it from me if I offered.”

Agatha scoffs, “Because it’s dangerous “

“I’m fine, Rio interfered so everything is fine,” you brush her off.

“I would say stop fighting, but I kind of like when you two argue,” Rio smirks.

You smile at her, “I feel like that’s my line.”

“Put me back under the spell, now,” Agatha pretends to be annoyed.

“You love it,” Rio pulls Agatha into a hug.

Agatha tugs you into the both of them.

“I don’t, but I love you.”

For the first time in centuries, you felt yourself breathe a little easier. It was surprising how quickly you all picked up where you left off. The bad blood trickled down into playful teasing. It was as if the universe was just better when you were with Agatha and Rio.

[emmylksblog]

ONE STEP AT A TIME // Héctor Fort

summary: after a big fight, you’re feeling like a total fraud but still show up to Hector’s game. Emotions run high, but a sweet moment brings you back together. based on this request.

genre: slight angst, fluff

warnings: none

a/n: hey girlies! 💅 it's been a while since i last posted, where did the time go? life got hectic with uni and all that grown-up stuff that i just went survival mode for a while 😰 but i’m back tryna be consistent 🫶🏻

The final whistle echoes through the stadium, and as the crowd begins to disperse, you make your way to the players’ exit, weaving through clusters of fans. Your heart pounds, a mix of worry and anticipation tightening your chest.

You finally catch sight of Hector, walking off the field with a noticeable limp. He’s putting on a brave face, smiling politely at fans, but you notice the tension around his eyes, the way he tries to mask his discomfort.

“Hector!” you call out, your voice getting lost in the hum of the crowd. He turns at the sound of your voice, eyes searching for a moment until they land on you. His expression shifts—first surprise, then something softer, almost relieved. He takes a few hesitant steps toward you, and you close the gap.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d be here,” he says, his voice warm but guarded. He tries to meet your gaze, but his eyes flicker with hesitation, as if he’s unsure of what to say after days of silence between you.

“Of course I came,” you reply, keeping your tone steady, though your heart feels heavy with everything left unsaid. You glance down at his leg, noticing how he shifts his weight to avoid putting too much pressure on it. “Are you okay? That looked pretty rough.”

He chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, just a bit bruised. The medics insisted I sit out the rest of the game, but it’s not as bad as it looks.”

Your eyes linger on his leg, catching every wince and grimace he tries to hide. “Come on, let me take you home,” you offer, voice gentle but firm. He hesitates, looking like he’s about to refuse, but something in your expression makes him nod.

The car ride is quiet, the city lights casting soft shadows across his face as he stares out the window, lost in thought. You steal a few glances his way, trying to read him, feeling the weight of unspoken words between you. Your heart aches to explain everything, to ease his worry, but the words feel stuck, too fragile to break the silence yet.

When you finally arrive at his apartment, he takes a step out of the car, flinching slightly as he shifts his weight. You reach out instinctively, offering your arm for support. He gives you a small, grateful smile, and you both walk inside, each step slow and careful.

Inside, you help him ease onto the couch, and he lets out a deep, relieved sigh as he stretches his leg out. Without a word, you head to the kitchen, grabbing an ice pack and a towel. Kneeling beside him, you press the cold pack gently to his injury, your hands moving carefully, focused on not causing him any more pain.

He watches you quietly, his gaze lingering on your face. “Thank you,” he says softly, his voice carrying a hint of something vulnerable. “You didn’t have to do this.”

You pause, glancing up at him, your fingers still on the ice pack. “I wanted to be here,” you say, your voice barely a whisper. You drop your gaze, suddenly feeling exposed. “I know I haven’t been around much. And I’m sorry.”

His brows knit together, and he studies you with a mixture of concern and confusion. “What’s going on?” he asks gently. “You’ve been so distant, I thought… I don’t know, that you needed space or maybe… I was making things harder for you.”

You feel a pang in your chest, his words hitting closer to home than you’d like to admit. You try to find the right words, the ones that will explain everything without unraveling you completely. “It’s… it’s not you,” you say finally, glancing down at his hand resting on his knee.

Your fingers brush against his in a brief, hesitant movement before you pull back. “I just… I feel like a fraud sometimes. Like I’m constantly putting on a face for everyone, and I don’t know who I’m supposed to be anymore. And I didn’t want to bring you into that.”

He’s silent for a moment, his gaze steady and unwavering. Then, he reaches out, his hand covering yours in a gentle but firm grip. “You’re not a fraud,” he says, his tone soft yet resolute. “And even if you don’t believe that right now, I do. I see you—all of you. And I’m here because I want to be, not because of some version you think I expect.”

Your breath catches, the weight of his words sinking in. You look away, blinking back the emotions threatening to spill over. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing, grounding motion.

For a long moment, you sit in silence, letting his words sink in, feeling the warmth of his hand against yours. Slowly, you look up, meeting his gaze, feeling a flicker of relief settle in your chest.

“I just… I don’t want to let you down,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

He lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he leans back, still holding your hand. “You could never let me down,” he says, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “We’re in this together, okay? Whatever you’re going through, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

His words hit you like a wave, and you feel the last of your walls begin to crumble. Without thinking, you lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling his arm come around you in a steady, comforting embrace. He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t push for more. He simply holds you, his presence a quiet reassurance that, no matter how messy things get, he’s here.

You stay there for a while, the tension between you slowly dissolving, replaced by the familiar warmth of his closeness. After what feels like an eternity, Hector pulls back slightly, tilting your chin up gently with his fingers so you’re looking into his eyes.

“I care about you,” he says softly, sincerity etched on his face. “You’re not alone in this.”

In that moment, you feel everything you’ve been holding onto begin to lift, replaced by the quiet, steady assurance of his love. You’re about to say something, to thank him, when he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. The tenderness of the gesture sends warmth flooding through you, solidifying the connection that had felt frayed just moments before.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. And as you lean into him again, you know that together, you’ll find your way through the chaos, one step at a time.

[bluegiragi]

Hi!

I'm a fellow artist whose trying to start a Patreon, but I'm feeling conflicted because of the payment options for non us content creators being basically only paypal and payoneer, both on the boycott list.

first of all, i was wondering if you're pro-palestine: second of all, if you are, i was wondering - since you have a patreon - how do you deal with that and if you've found some compromises (giving out some money in donation or similar things).

I really like your art style and look up to you a lot so I'm trying to ask this to all artists I genuinely get inspiration from, also to kind of build a sense of community :') no pressure in answering tho!

-🐈

Hello anon ❤️ of course I'm pro-Palestine, I don't think I'd be deserving of any respect if I wasn't. And I understand your concerns.

(For what it's worth, Paypal and Payoneer aren't listed as boycott targets on the official BDS boycott list, but other activist groups have called for people to boycott their services after Paypal made clear it's zionist bias. However, I know that third parties still often use it to fundraise for their Palestinian targets so...not sure where general sentiment is currently at.)

An unfortunate part of operating on Patreon is acknowledging there's some parts of it you simply don't have control over. Their management is fickle and frustrating and they offer very limited payment options. I don't publicise this often because I think it'd come off as like I'm looking for praise, but yes, I donate a significant percentage of my income every month to various causes and that's how I operate within these limits. There are some people who'd say its unethical to still use a platform on the boycott list, which I can understand, but working within these parameters allows me to donate thousands of dollars to people in need, which I wouldn't be able to do at all if I wasn't on this platform.

I've opened commissions before to fundraise specifically for Palestine, which is an angle you could consider if you really don't want to use Patreon. I'd do it more often, but I've realised that commission bursts like that burn me out really fast, and Patreon is a way that I can consistently put aside a portion of money to donate.

I hope that was helpful ❤️

[yeowangies]

A beast to toy with

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, Cunnilingus, Yandere!Kenpachi, Size Difference WORDCOUNT: 1240

Summary:

Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone. 

Notes:

KINKTOBER DAY 16: Size Difference

I think I'm not that good at writing yandere stuff, so this is more lighthearted than it should be, i suppose. I still tried lmao, either way, I enjoyed writing the smut part of this 🥴

@actuallysaiyan

divider by @/cafekitsune

You regretted sleeping with Kenpachi the minute you started feeling his spirit pressure around at practically all times, the day after the deed. 

Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone. 

Kenpachi was known for being insane in a different way than this, so you couldn't lie to yourself and say it didn’t turn you on to see him being so obsessed with you. As creepy and insane as it was, you still found it somehow flattering. 

But it was getting ridiculous. 

You had just ordered a drink at a bar, and the guy handing you the glass had talked to you for not even a minute before you felt Kenpachi’s looming presence behind you. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” You growled, turning to see him behind you as the man scurried out. As did most of the people in your surrounding. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

“Who was that?” Kenpachi asked in an intimidating tone, but you paid it no mind.

“Just some guy, serving me a drink! And what is it to you?”

“What is it to me?” He growled.

You ignored him, downing your sake in one gulp before walking past Kenpachi and out the bar. Your short legs weren’t a match to his long ones, and he had grabbed your arm as soon as the cool air hit your face. 

“Let go!” You tried to yank your arm free, but he remained unfazed. 

“No.”

“What do you even want?”

Kenpachi looked at you with the deepest frown. Like he couldn’t believe you were even asking him that. 

“Why did you disappear the next morning?”

“What?”

“Why did you disappear the next morning?” He repeated with a louder voice. His stare was threatening, but you knew better than being scared of it. 

“Because I had to go.” You replied flatly. “It was just a one night thing.”

You were fully aware of what kind of beast you were toying with, even more so when you noticed the muscles in Kenpachi’s jaw tense. 

It amused you to no end that he actually wanted something more than a casual affair. You hadn’t pegged him as that kind of man, quite the contrary. He gave the impression of being completely aloof and carefree, not looking for any deep connection, let alone being obsessed enough with one person to keep them by his side.

You were obviously wrong. 

With a smirk on his lips and an alluring gleam in his eyes, he replied:

“You are mine every night from now on.”

You could only keep up the banter for a while, huffing and complaining about how he didn’t own you, and that you were your own person. You were, but you submitted yourself willingly to him when he tugged at your arm to drag you to a dark alley. And you didn’t put up a fight. 

Your body shivered uncontrollably, hips jerking forward on their own accord. It was difficult to stand up and not succumb to the immense pleasure you were experiencing; if it wasn’t for Kenpachi’s hands on your thighs, you would have fallen down already. 

You moaned loudly, supporting yourself with hands against the wall, as Kenpachi devoured you from behind, your pants and panties discarded at your feet. His face, buried in the curve of your ass and between your legs, never left you, delving in your entrance, as if he had been craving your taste for years. As if he hadn’t just tasted you a few nights ago. His hands were burning your skin, digging his fingers where your ass and thigh met to keep you as still and open for him as he could. 

You had objected to this affair for a number of reasons, but you had forgotten what they were then. He was just too good. That a man as big and proud as Kenpachi was kneeling behind you, eating you out from behind, was a thrill on its own; but his tongue and mouth were marvelous, exploring every inch of you, making your veins pulse with pleasure. 

He slurped and hummed, kneading your flesh every time his tongue pressed inside you just right, making you press back against his mouth. You panted heavily as he lapped at your clit next, coaxing you closer to the edge of an amazing orgasm. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come…” You warned him, reaching behind to thread your fingers in his hair. 

Kenpachi growled, animalistic and raw, as he kept swirling his tongue against your pussy, not leaving any bit of skin untouched. 

Your legs shivered when you came a few moments later, seeing white behind your lids as a long, dragged out moan left your lips. His firm grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you in place as he coaxed out more and more of your release. 

When you yanked at his hair, wordlessly commanding him to stop, Kenpachi pulled back. He only gave you a second to respire, standing up and positioning himself behind you. You didn’t even register what he was doing until he pulled down his hakama enough to free his cock, and his big hands on your hips made you gasp when he brought you closer, making you stand on your tiptoes to align your pussy with his dick. 

Kenpachi didn’t waste any second in sliding his erection inside you. You let out a choked out moan, thigh shuddering as you struggled to accommodate his size, but you could barely do anything, your toes hardly reached the floor. 

You were small, vulnerable, when he started to thrust against your pussy. You tried to keep your balance with your hands against the wall, but every jerk of his hips made you totter, and his cock grazing the deepest part inside you left you speechless. You were going to be sore the next day; just like you had been after the first time you laid with him. He was simply too big, thick, making it a tight fit for him each time he glided inside you.

Grunting and groaning against your neck, Kenpachi hovered over your body, covering you completely with it. He wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you close to his body, his other hand sneaking under your clothes to grope your breast. You whimper in overwhelming delight when he pinched your nipple just as the tip of his cock pressed against a sensitive spot inside you. 

“Look at you, you can’t even talk.” He mocked you, roughly squeezing your tit. “No one else would make you feel this way.”

You wished you had it in you to contradict him, but it would have been in vain. You were moaning, mewling and whining as if you were being tortured, but it was all due to his touch, his hands on your body, his lips against your neck, and his cock relentlessly sliding in and out of your pussy.

“You’re mine.” Kenpachi said against your ear, voice spilling lust, giving you goosebumps. “ You belong to me, don’t forget it.”

Your eyes rolled back when the heat inside your abdomen built up, closer and closer to the edge of an impending orgasm.

[yanmuffins]

waiter! waiter! more phineas and ferb reader pls!

I wonder how the batfam would react once they catch reader inventions on a random tuesday, like, "hm, what a nice day to look out on the window and HOLY SHIT WHY IS THERE A GIANT ROBOT SPITING FIRE WHILE RIDING A ROLLERCOASTER IN MY BACKYARD???"

the events that would follow this incident would be funny and exasperating, me thinks

also, wouldn't it be funnier if Perry the Platypus was part of the JL? and like, no one knows his identity but Superman, and neither of them are willing to talk about it-

I know it would be very unlikely, since everyone there would have enough neurons to recognize a platypus with and without a hat, but for the sake of shit and giggles, just think of how funny that would be

welp, I needed to get that outta ma chest, I hope I at least made you laugh a little, because seriously this is one of the best ideas I've seen in this tag and I can't stop thinking and giggling about it

Stay well!

context.

first: i was not expecting this concept to be so popular!! the responses i've gotten from everyone are so amazing!!  ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) thank you for the ask, anon!! it always makes my day.

i am formally announcing that i will be turning phineas and ferb reader into a fic now. it's too good a concept to pass up. something more light-hearted to work between the other fics i'm writing.

batfamily finding out about reader's whacky inventions would be an event. it so wholeheartedly shatters the image they had of reader to the point they just have to sit with what the hell just happened for a while before they even consider what to do about you next. still so many things that don't make sense. their newest case is how the fuck did we go this long without finding out (Y/N) has been building mechas in our backyard and why are those things always gone when it's convenient.

then the realizations just start dropping on them like an anvil on a looney tunes character. and they kinda feel like shit, cause how did they not notice? really puts into perspective how they've neglected you all this time. so many stunts you pulled right under their nose, on their backyard, their garage, throughout gotham and metropolis. ok, were out there being creative and amazing and you sure know how to spend the wayne family money, they'll give you that, but it was so irresponsible of you! who knows what could've gone wrong. you're not like them! you're a civilian with no training, the only regular teenager in the family, you're the last person who should be exposing themselves like that doing all that.

bruce goes off on you, screaming about how could you be so reckless, you did all of this behind his back– what? what do you mean he gave his permission? and he is floored, devastated, blood pressure up, when you remind him of every instance you dropped by his office with a document for him to sign or to ask for permission, with proof as you pull out every paper he signed without a second look.

and that, ladies and gentlemen, is when reader's dynamic with the batfam does a complete 180 and their little yandere antennae start going off. no more whacky cartoonish shenanigans. at least not without proper supervision. they know you're not a fan of this new arrangement, but you gotta understand they let you go unchecked for way too long! they'll drown you in family activities so you don't even have to worry about it. who wants to build a teleportation machine, anyway? just join them for family movie night.

as for perry, that is going to take them a while longer to figure out. bruce just can't stand another insane discovery like that, so when batman sees an intelligent platypus wearing a fedora and walking on two feet on justice league headquarters (if we're going by the idea that he's a part of JL), he's just going to think "my kid has a pet platypus. huh."

oh, consider:

dick: "damian, you knew all this time?! our sibling could've gotten into serious trouble! why didn't you tell us about this?"

damian: stares into the camera like he's in the office.

[storiesaplenty]

Jelly Bracelets (11) ~ (18+)

Eddie Munson x f/Reader

Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: swearing. Oral (f receiving). Pussy eating.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me: 1st gif: @eashmo

WC: 681

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: Do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Green (18+)- indicates that oral sex can be performed on a girl

Eddie Munson may be the freak of Hawkins, but he is your best friend. Who is always willing to teach you new things, even when you get new bracelets from your cousin. Eddie will even go as far as teaching & showing you what each one means.

I can't believe I just did that.

I can't believe I just blew Eddie at the Drive-In.

Now he is driving like a maniac to get back to his place, knowing Wayne wouldn't be there.

I have no idea what the hell is going to happen, but I knew I was going to have a good time no matter what.

We stopped at another red light, and Eddie was muttering under his breath, hitting his hand against the steering wheel.

"Eddie, calm down." I softly said to him as I stroked his arm.

He seemed to instantly calm down, and the light turned green.

It took us only a few more minutes to get back to his place.

He opened and slammed his door as he ran to the passenger side, opening the door for me, as he leaned against it, smiling at me.

I felt my whole body heat up at the way how he is looking at me.

I have seen him look at other people with the same look, but never at me.

Eddie held his hand out and I placed mine in his hand as he helped me out of his van.

He closed the door with his free hand and then we walked to the entrance of his trailer.

"Just one more thing." Eddie said to me, and I gave him a confused look.

I felt him snap a bracelet and he held it up for me to see which colour he snapped.

Green.

Oh fuck me, he is going to eat me out.

"I want you on my bed. Legs spread, no underwear. Keep the skirt on."

I gulped and nodded my head, already feeling myself getting even more turned on that I already am.

◆

"Fuck, Eddie." I cried out, as I ground my pussy against his face, as he moaned.

I knew I was fucked when Eddie came into his room, his hair tied up and away from his face as he laid between my thighs.

Kissing and nipping my inner things.

I shuddered as he went back and forth, feeling his breath over my soaked pussy.

He was teasing me and he was loving every single second of it until I whined out, "Don't tease Edde."

"I got you sweetheart. I got you." He muttered before slowly started to lick around my vagina and clit.

My eyes fluttered closed as I covered my face at the sounds that fell from my lips.

"Don't hold back sweetheart. Let me hear you." He said before doing what he was doing.

Then he changed it all.

He flattened his tongue, moving his head up and down, making sure to lick every inch of my pussy.

"Eddie, oh fuck, Eddie." I whined as my back arched off his bed, forcing him to put one arm over my midsection to keep me from moving.

His tongue was still flat against his chin, as he moves his head up and down. It was so simple, but shit, he knew what he is doing.

I pushed his head a bit closer against me, and I cried out his name as that added a bit more pressure against my pussy.

He pulled his head back slightly to nip at my thigh once more before diving back in.

This time he wrapped his lips around my clit and started to suck and lick it.

My eyes are rolling into the back of my head as I am softly chanting his name.

"Don't be quiet baby. Let me hear you."

Eddie went back to sucking in my clit, but with a bit more pressure, which is all I needed to scream out his name as I came against his face.

I heard his moans amongst mine.

Eddie continued to suck until I had to pull his head away.

His lips and chin were covered in my juices and his saliva.

He laid his head on my stomach, after taking his hair out of the pony, and wrapped his arms around me.

I ran my fingers through his curls, until I fell asleep.

♣︎

Blue (10) (18+) ♥︎ Red (12) - coming soon

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Just how much power did Marcy have over her friends pre-Amphibia? When they throw the kpop puppy party at school, the principal assumes "those two" pushed Anne into it, and Anne kind of admits it. When Anne is about to sacrifice herself, she says "all my life I've followed you two". During her one and only S1 appearance, she's seen maliciously nodding alongside Sasha when Anne steals the box, and with Marcy asking to meet up on Anne's birthday, while Sasha is the one to carry out the order, the implication is that they're almost like... working together. I know she was supposed to be "meaner" when they were working on S1, and I think they changed her personality because Haley Tju made her too adorable(? and maybe also because Matt thought the whole show would fall apart if people didn't like Marcy (considering what a huge impact she has on everything that happens, I'd say he was right). But Anne's line in THT and the flashback in All In implies she wasn't nearly as much as a doormat as it may seem sometimes, at least not as much as Anne.

Or maybe she was? Because you also see her in this place of submission when it comes to Sasha (and also Anne?), especially in BOTB, when she's happy to switch from Anne's song to Sasha's without even hearing the first, only stopping to consider Anne's approval. That scene struck me as her always happy to go along with her friends' wishes and never having much of an opinion of her own. That's why she was so desperate for them to get along during The Dinner, and why she never took a side when Anne told her she and Sasha had a fight. She closest thing to defying Sasha that we ever see her do is when she's working alongside like 10 other people to protect Newtopia from the Toad Army, and she says they had to "defeat Sasha and Grime" specifically, which I think makes sense considering they're attacking the city she's supposed to protect (she's IS a high-ranking member of its military forces AND a close advisor to its king), and not wanting to "defeat Sasha" would rock the boat with everyone else involved, Anne included. Yet we never really see her angry at Sasha for what she's doing, she just wants her and Anne to "work things out". I think it's clear that Marcy struggles with empathy, because if she put herself in Anne's shoes, she wouldn't expect her to "just work things out" with Sasha. In fact, she would have taken Anne's side agessssss ago, but she's way too focused on herself (her goal is for everyone to be happy forever and get along, while Anne and Sasha may want something else). Marcy being self-centered isn't a hot take, and I don't think she's any more self-centered than Anne was during most of S1. In fact, I'd argue Anne was even worse lol. The difference is that Anne made a million relatively small mistakes while Marcy made like two or three very big, very bad mistakes (bringing them to Amphibia, striking a deal with Andrias behind their backs, and not taking a side in Anne and Sasha's fight, which is something I never see people bring up as one of Marcy's most flawed moments).

So... going back to the question I made in the beginning... did Marcy just go along with Sasha's plans so enthusiastically when compared to Anne, who had more doubts and had to be pressured into them, that it made it look like she and Sasha were more in cahoots than they actually were? I think this is very likely. I also think it's likely that she and Sasha genuinely shared a liking for rule breaking back in LA, and her own self-centered-ness prevented her from realizing Anne wasn't comfortable with it. Maybe she never even considered if she liked to go along with Sasha's plans, like, Marcy strikes me as someone who doesn't look inwards much. I think we can rule out both Sasha and Marcy being equally controlling and possesive of Anne, because her relationship with Sasha was very much not one of equals, with Anne as a third wheel. Was she more of a third wheel? We know Anne and Sasha don't share most of her interests and will often ignore her and her needs, and we know she feels like losing them is becoming dangerously easy. We also know Sasha has no qualms taking Anne on some kind of birthday date without Marcy which I'm 75% convinced it's because she had a huge crush on Anne but I digress which, from a doylian perspective, is explained by the fact that they seemingly didn't want to show Marcy too early, but from a watsonian perspective, it just comes across as Sasha not priorizing Anne spending her birthday with both her best friends. Like, you can do with or without Marcy. She doesn't seem to remember Marcy until she texted her, actually.

But then you have lines from Anne about how "if you friend wants to you steal something, you do it, because if you don't, they may not want to be your friend anymore", which, oh boy, if she at least perceived Marcy as pressuring her into stealing the box (rather than it being 100% Sasha's idea) that would shed a whole new light on her relationship with Marcy, because it would seem like she, too, feels like their friendship could fall apart if she didn't go along with the other two's plans. And I do think Marcy at least somewhat participated in pushing Anne into it. It wouldn't be the first time she made Anne do something bad - she told her to lie to Valeriana about stealing the box, something Anne later appeared to be ashamed of, and she insisted of going along with the puppy party when Anne was having doubts. I imagine Sasha (who also pressured Anne into doing very much not so "lawful good" things, in more extreme ways than Marcy) might have come up with the idea of stealing it, and Marcy just supported it. Marcy taking Sasha's side. Possibly over and over again. We know Sasha didn't exactly manipulate her because she didn't have to: Marcy just always did everything she said. Anne was the one who needed a bit more convincing.

Marcy's relationship with Anne and Sasha is fascinating. She's definitely the most morally gray of the trio, and possibly the most complex one too, in the sense that she's full of realistic contradictions - an adorkable manipulator, an amoral softie, a self-centered sweetheart who loves her friends more than life itself, a possesive kidnapper with a heart of gold, a very selfish and self-sacrificial person... and it's never just a mask or anything, she's not just pretending to be nice, she really is that way, she really is all of that together. I think that's why people struggle to read her a lot of the times, because so much about her characterization seems conflicting with itself... but I think that's the key to making characters deep and realistic. In real life, we're all walking contradictions and we don't really make sense. Marcy's character doesn't seem clumsily put together to me, like they frankeinsteined all the different character traits she needed to make the plot work without any cohesion between them. I think she's a complex tapestry that sometimes requires a closer inspection to decypher it, and I think the glue holding everything together is her lack of intrapersonal intelligence, her inability to look inwards and notice her own contradictions.

We know she felt unloved by her friends yet desperately clung to them with everything she had, going to extreme measures to ensure they all stayed together, even when it hurt them. We know she's capable of manipulation, scheming and lying to the people that love her most in order to guarantee that goal. We know she's possesive with them, but she also loves them enough to let them go in the rare cases when she realizes she's hurting them (as seen in A Day in the Aquarium). From her journal, we also know she feels very ashamed of these possesive impulses. We know she'll neglect to form her own opinions and ideas to agree always with her friends' wishes, which means she feels completely lost when they want different things. But this also shows that she would never think of an idea of hers as being explicitly opposed to what her friends want. She wouldn't consciously do something that they wouldn't like. Which is insane, because, who would want to be separated from their family and thrown into a different world without any sort of notice? Which leads us to understand that Marcy has zero emotional intelligence and has never looked inwards in her LIFE, AND that her empathy skills are in negative digits because it would have taken her a nanosecond of thought to realize Anne and Sasha probably wouldn't like to be kidnapped. And since we know she never wants to do something they dislike, she must have just... not thought about it at all. No thoughts head empty. It really was just BLANK up there when she made that decision. I think Marcy is a very "true neutral" character who struggles with empathy and humility, who loves her friends but doesn't have the emotional intelligence to really understand them, and who is happy and enthusiastic to be Sasha 2 Electric Boogaloo because... that's what she knows. That's how her friend group works and her goal was never to have a deeper and more genuine connection to them, but to keep it close to her.

So... my conclussion is that, pre-amphibia, Marcy was Sasha's very enthusiastic (but emotionally neglected) right hand man, with Anne as their oblivious victim. It really IS complex because you have to then add Anne always looking out for her, losing sleep over her, yet also ignoring her needs, and Sasha not even bothering to hide how much she doesn't care about Marcy's feelings (which reflects on Marcy not consciously caring about her own feelings). There's also Marcy always assuming the best from them too, despite repeated evidence of their disinterest, and her fear of displeasing them looming over her constantly. Ik I said Anne was Sasha and Marcy's victim, but I meant that like... symbolically, because Anne is not innocent here either. She wasn't a great friend to Marcy before Amphibia. Here's why I always say Anne couldn't develop a deeper, more genuine and open connection with Marcy because of Sasha's oppressive presence and her own lack of emotional maturity. And Marcy couldn't develop a deeper, more genuine and open connection with Anne because of her own lack of empathy and reluctance to face any kind of conflict. So Marcy is Sasha's enthusiastic but emotionall neglected right hand man, who also feels subordinate to Anne despite Anne feeling subordinate to her. That's why they both feel like third wheels at different times. There's an illusion of Marcy with more agency and power than she actually has. In reality, only Sasha is on top, and the other two are two very flawed individuals, one slowly cracking under the weight and the other, less sensitive to the same pressure, trying to uphold the status quo.

[baronessblixen]

Eyyyyy, saw your tags! :DDDDD

I will say: knowing more about an actor doesn't change my perception of their work; but I know a lot of people-- older generation, mostly-- who do think the way that he does. To them, the more they know, the more they can't "forget" the actor/actress in a role.

Maybe it's an older generation thing? A thought process left over from the world of 90s-and-before-media, before the advent of smartphones? Or maybe it's a broad audience thing: the type where people aren't so invested in someone's career or anyone in particular, and just want to go to the movies on a Friday-- the normies that fund most of the ticket sales. I do know I've been hearing a lot of sentiment lately from others who are over-saturated with celebrities talking about their opinions rather than marketing the product... maybe that's the modern day equivalent? Maybe that's what he was trying to articulate. (Sometimes he communicates in half measures when trying to work something out.) I think so, anyway.

But today's landscape is also so different: people are selling themselves-- branding, as he called it-- their personalities to sell their products. It just is that way. Hopefully he doesn't feel the pressure to do so, as well (I don't think he does, or would care. But it's a thought.) Maybe there's pressure there, but there's also freedom (or can be): the landscape for his professional fears have changed... but they've also changed in ways that are, to him, a net negative. So. XD

Hope you have a great weekend! :)))))))

When I read your ask, I realized that most people I know - regardless of age - don't care about actors' private lives 😂 that's slightly different though than not wanting to know as it might skew the viewing perception.

I guess it makes sense. DD was born in the 60s when Hollywood's star system was breaking apart. Back then the actors were brands too - though different than today. The studios gave them new names more often than not and a personality. They needed them to be certain types to lure the audience in.

The history of the star system is really interesting. Back in the very early days, actors didn't have a name. Audiences didn't know who these people were - but they wanted to know. Same with the first magazines. They'd be about movies originally, but people wanted to know about the actors instead. That's not at all a new thing.

So I don't think it has anything to do with social media and smartphones and more like you said with the broad audience. Before social media, tabloids were HUGE. That was the only way to glimpse more into the private life of your star. I just don't think any of it is new. The means are just different.

There's middle ground between putting your whole life out there and being private. It's not just DD, but one thing I've noticed with celebrities saying they're private is that usually, they have no problems talking about their kids or their family - people, weirdly enough, who didn't choose to be part of this life. Then when it's about their romantic life they're like, oh no, I'm private. That seems like a cop-out.

This is already half an essay but don't get me started on celebrities becoming a brand these days. Why do celebrities need to sell us products? That is a trend I really hate. Maybe I'm too old to get it and thankful for every celebrity who doesn't feel the need to create a drink/food/candle/skin product.

Hope you have a great weekend too 😁

[coffeetraces]

the judge from hell: ending thought dump

i would say i'm insane that the first thought i had when the credits rolled was "where's human bitna's soul???" not because the drama would be better if she shows herself, but because they showed her escaping and just didn't give us any closure. nevertheless, despite this, they gave us such a unique way to justify justitia's stay on her body. not to mention the bael deal (giving her 3 years of vacation before returning) and the cliffhanger lucifer deal (10 sinners killed in a year to be fully human) (we should get a season 2 at this point). the three scenes leading to the ending clearly showed us how her morals changed in the way she was conflicted with her decision about the un-remorseful defendant, to her (VERY BEAUTIFUL) callback on her scene with the children asking her about justice.

they also resolved the serial killing trope really well. the idea already of making the murderers feel how they killed their victims had such a nice build up from the first SA suspect until this serial killer. then when they built the coffin displays for all the victims while J was hanging himself was, in a way, a peaceful closure for the victims. it showed his remorse (despite bitna forcing him to do so), and putting an end to their worries that justice won't be served to him (he escaped, plus the way he told myeongsuk ahjumma that he was eating well inside jail) and he got what he deserved. again, not to mention that in the earlier episode, bitna and her chief judge refused to give in to the assemblymen's pressure to acquit him. i know, justitia has her own firm judgement already. but it made her human anyways.

side note: i found it funny (a bit) that bitna's death scene in episode 13 never fazed me. was this an effect of snowdrop still? jk.

and coming from this - i loved the pay off of every decision and interaction bitna and gabriel had. i already had the vibe initially that every test gabriel gave bitna would be beneficial for her to have more points from God, hence the reincarnation. and the cute scene too at the end - where his new form asked her to treat her to burgers because she promised on her funeral that she'll buy her dinner. the details of this show is very meticulous and i love it.

it was also so heartwarming to show all the victims after two years with the closures they showed. it's also really a good thing that the show only showed around 5 suspects instead of stretching it to how many episodes they have (a lot of law shows do that) so we still get to see everyone.

and, of course - han daon and kang bitna. i loved how much they trusted each other's judgments when it comes to the heavy decisions about their morality. i think this is the best way to show a relationship - or if anyone should pick a partner in the future, it would be with someone who trusts your wisdom to choose what's best for you. and both of them are, in a way, morally good decision makers. not to mention they were both so supportive of each other. daon never gave bitna the burden of giving up her future in hell by not doing the killings. he has his role as a detective, she has her role as a judge. such a nice partnership! and when it comes to their romantic scenes, i'm fine with all the subtle and natural moments that they had. they didn't have any extravagant cliche romance scenes except for the imaginary wedding. the long kiss was also a huge pay off after all the teasing of steamy moments with no kisses, interrupted kisses, the pecks, then we get "[nv] you should kiss me as much as you love me." [!!!!!!!!!!!] damn!

and park shinhye, of course! the best thing that happened to this drama. i apologize as i was a bit doubtful of her. i didn't like how she portrayed cha eunsang in the heirs and now i realized it was just because the writing of her character was so goddamn stale. but like what the director said - if there was an actress who can show her subtle cute style and be an action star villain-main character, it should be her. she showed well how justitia's mentality transitioned from being a full blown demon with no remorse to someone who felt immense sympathy from the victims and han daon's experience, and of course, the girlboss girlfriend vibe.

of course, not everything in this drama is unique. but it is refreshing. it also stresses important messages about justice that should be said especially in this era - the number one rule of justice is the law should not forgive what the victims couldn't. apologizing is an obligation, but forgiveness is not. justitia's trials cover admission of crime, asking for forgiveness to the victims, and remorse for the deed, all three core things that people sometimes forget when cases like murders and such happen. korea should know better after seeing this show. [coughs]

and, as always, we should never waste the potential of kim jaeyoung and park shinhye. GIVE THEM A MOVIE!!!!!

also kim jae young the new korea IT boy lfg

[mgu-h]

so i know andrea stella gets a lot of hate and i don't agree with everything he says or does by any means, BUT. in my opinion. i like this perspective inside the team about the wdc for lando being a quest, an opportunity without expectation, you know? too much pressure from inside the team on his shoulders wouldn't help anything. the fact that lando was in the title battle at all was a surprise to them, the first five races of the year gave no indication it would happen. the media was very, very quick to start to craft a narrative and shove it on him. i think that if the team too had begun to put him in a pressure cooker too... idk.

like i get max fewtrell asking 'where's the backing' and the frustration of lack of team orders, not prioritizing lando earlier and more, but i also like that as a team they were about maximizing the surprising way the season turned for the better, and not expecting more from lando than a first-time front-running max-fighting title-challenging driver could deliver. i'm a lando stan don't get me wrong, i just think accurate and reasonable expectations are so essential in the big picture. he's still learning, he's said that so many times, and you see it on track. the media has been so harsh and the internet so cruel, i like that the team would take it race by race and try to optimize without pressure. he deserves that space to grow, you know?

like he had his first win this year!! max had his first win in 2016 and it took until 2021 for him to win the wdc. lando's career is (hopefully) going to be long, and he's only going to get better. he's not going to be max this year though, max is max, and expecting him to best max and storm the championship was just.. idk. not fair. the whole framing of the second half of the season has been unfair to lando. getting p2 is not something he should be ashamed of or humiliated by. he's not washed. he's not going to turn into oscar's second driver any time soon, nor oscar into his. the team helped with the quest, is still helping, as he helped with the wcc. seeing the big picture like a team principal does... idk. i don't hate the way stella frames this.

[wosoarsenalsstuff]

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader Part 3

Rehab was an exhausting uphill battle, and the weight of it all started to wear on you. Every small step forward seemed to be followed by a setback, and the pressure to return to the team—the pressure you put on yourself—was overwhelming. You knew how much everyone was rooting for you, but lately, even that felt like more than you could handle. And with each passing day, your fears seemed to build. It didn’t help that you’d watched your coach, Jonas, treat Viv with a cold distance after her ACL injury, questioning her dedication, doubting her ability to bounce back. You were terrified he’d see you the same way.

Kyra was the one constant bright spot through it all, her warmth and encouragement never faltering. But the closer she got, the more you started to push her away. Her kindness and patience only seemed to make everything feel more intense, and you started convincing yourself she was better off without the mess you’d become. You pulled back gradually—ignoring her texts, sending her short, one-word replies, even dodging her calls entirely some days.

At first, she tried to understand, to give you space, but the hurt in her voice each time you canceled plans was unmistakable. Still, you pushed her further and further, until eventually, you stopped showing up at the training ground altogether. Each day you missed made it harder to go back, and soon enough, you were all but hiding from everyone.

Leah and Alessia’s Intervention

A couple of weeks after you’d started avoiding everyone, there was a knock on your apartment door. You hesitated, peering through the peephole, and felt a pang of dread when you saw Leah and Alessia standing outside, expressions of concern painted on their faces.

“Come on,” Leah called through the door, her voice gentle but firm. “We’re not leaving until you let us in.”

With a sigh, you unlocked the door and let it swing open. Leah and Alessia stepped inside, glancing around at the mess—dishes piled in the sink, rehab equipment scattered on the floor, and your unmade bed in the corner. You could see the worry deepen in their eyes as they took in the state of your apartment.

“Are you okay?” Alessia asked quietly, her tone laced with concern.

You shrugged, avoiding their eyes. “I’m… fine. Just needed some space.”

Leah folded her arms, studying you intently. “It’s more than that, isn’t it? You’ve been shutting everyone out, Kyra especially.”

You looked down, your throat tight. You knew you couldn’t hide the truth anymore; the weight of everything was too much to carry alone. “I just… I don’t know if I can do this. What if I never get back to who I was? What if I’m not good enough anymore?”

Alessia stepped closer, her eyes soft. “We’re all here for you. You know that, right?”

You nodded, fighting back tears. “It’s not just that. I’m… I’m scared of what Jonas will think. He’s been so hard on Viv after her ACL injury, questioning her commitment. What if he looks at me the same way? What if he thinks I’m not worth the trouble?”

The words tumbled out, raw and vulnerable, and you felt the tears finally break free, sliding down your cheeks. Leah and Alessia exchanged a glance, their concern deepening as they realized how much you’d been holding back.

“You’re not Viv, and you’re not alone in this,” Leah said firmly. “And if Jonas tries to treat you that way, we’ll back you up. The entire team would. But you need to let people in. Especially Kyra—she’s been so worried about you.”

Your heart twisted at the mention of Kyra. “I didn’t want her to see me like this,” you whispered. “She deserves someone who isn’t… broken.”

Alessia reached out, placing a reassuring hand on your arm. “You’re not broken. You’re going through one of the hardest things an athlete can face, but you don’t have to go through it alone. Kyra wants to be there for you. Let her.”

Leah nodded, giving you a small, encouraging smile. “You might be scared, and that’s okay. But you don’t have to keep pushing her away. Trust us—she’d rather be with you through all of this than not be with you at all.”

Their words struck a chord, and you felt the last of your resistance melt away. The truth was, you missed Kyra more than you’d realized. And you knew they were right—you couldn’t keep running from this, from her.

Kyra’s Apartment

Later that day, Leah and Alessia went straight to Kyra’s apartment. Kyra opened the door, surprise flashing across her face when she saw them both standing there.

“Hey… everything okay?” she asked, her brows knitting together in concern.

Leah stepped forward, her expression serious. “Kyra, we just came from her place. She’s struggling more than we realized—her place is a mess, she’s scared, and she feels like she’s letting everyone down.”

Kyra’s face softened, a mix of sadness and worry filling her gaze. “She won’t let me in. I tried, but… I don’t know how to help her if she won’t talk to me.”

Alessia placed a gentle hand on Kyra’s shoulder. “She needs you more than she’s letting on. She’s terrified of disappointing you, of letting everyone down, but especially you. She’s pushing you away because she doesn’t want you to see her at her lowest.”

Kyra nodded, absorbing their words, her heart aching at the thought of you suffering in silence. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll go see her. I… I won’t let her face this alone.”

Letting Kyra Back In

It was late that evening when Kyra knocked on your door. When you opened it, her eyes were filled with a quiet determination, but also a tenderness that made your chest tighten.

“Can I come in?” she asked softly.

You nodded, stepping aside to let her in. Kyra took in the state of your apartment, her gaze settling back on you with a mixture of empathy and understanding. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You bit your lip, looking down. “I didn’t want you to see me like this… weak, scared. You deserve someone stronger than that.”

Kyra stepped closer, her hand reaching out to cup your face, tilting it up so you were looking into her eyes. “Hey. You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me.”

Her touch was gentle, grounding you, and you felt the tears you’d been holding back begin to spill over. “I’m terrified, Kyra. What if… what if I can’t make it back? What if Jonas looks at me the way he looked at Viv? Like I’m just… a liability?”

Kyra’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and you let yourself fall into her embrace, your head resting against her shoulder as you finally let go of everything you’d been holding in. She rubbed soothing circles on your back, whispering comforting words.

“You’re not a liability, and you’re not alone,” she murmured. “The team’s here for you, and so am I. But you have to let me be here with you, okay? Mess and all.”

Her words washed over you, filling you with a sense of relief you hadn’t felt in weeks. The fear was still there, but with Kyra by your side, it felt more manageable.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Kyra pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours, her gaze steady. “You could never disappoint me. I’m here because I want to be—with all of you, even the parts that are scared or uncertain. You’re not facing this alone anymore.”

You nodded, a small, hopeful smile breaking through your tears. For the first time in weeks, you felt a glimmer of hope, the weight on your shoulders lifting as Kyra squeezed your hand, her thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

“Let’s get through this,” she said softly. “Together.”

And with that, you knew you didn’t have to be afraid anymore. With Kyra by your side, you could face whatever the future held.

[weepingwillowwonder]

Horny Hazbin Hotel Thoughts: NSFW AHEAD [Minors DNI! 🔞] -> -> ->

This is Vox/Val's PART 2!!! (Here's part 1 if ya missed it <3)

Reactions to Shy!Reader asking to have sex/initiating sex

CW: Embarrassment/humiliation, Dry humping, Dirty talk, GN!Reader but wears a skirt & panties, Pet names. Oral Sex

Translations: 

Muy bien = Very good Sientete = Sit down Cariño = Sweetheart  Sigue adelante = Keep going Eso es todo = That’s it Pequeño perrito = Little Puppy Tan lindo = So cute

Your lip trembles as you finally answer, “I just wanted daddy that’s all!” you sob out, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down. Valentino hushes you, murmuring soft praises to you. “Muy bien baby..” He holds your cheek, which makes you lean into his touch, then glances up to Vox who’s watching intently, palming himself through his pants. “I understand now why you chose this one…” Valentino pulls you up into his lap and mischievously smirks, looking at Vox, “Since your little toy wants to play, you wouldn’t mind me having a turn would you?” Vox mimics his smile, “By all means…”

~~~

Valentino positions you to face him, pulling you to sit right over his thigh. The unexpected pressure of him between your legs makes you grunt softly, your body automatically shying away from the stimulation. As you lift yourself slightly from him, his fingers press into your hips to firmly pull you back down. 

“Sientete, baby, sit.” He murmurs, forcing you to relax against his thigh despite your sounds of protest. Unsure exactly where to put them, your hands settle on his chest and he gives you a soft hum in approval. “There you go cariño, relax for me~” his praise goes straight to your core and he chuckles as you wiggle slightly against his thigh with a soft gasp. You will yourself to stay still, despite the delicious ache that makes you want to shamelessly grind yourself against him. However, he seems to sense your hesitation and presses his thigh firmly between your legs in time with his hands that guide you to move against him.

“Ah, w-wait!” You whimper out as he effortlessly maneuvers you against his thigh, your forehead coming forward to rest on his chest to hide your embarrassment. You hear Valentino light a cigarette above you, but miss the way he heatedly looks down at your form, face hidden from view.

“Mm Voxy, as I was saying earlier…” He starts, easily picking up on their previous conversation regarding work. Other than seemingly disregarding you, he continues to guide you along his thigh, ignoring your soft pants and the way your thighs twitch and squeeze around his own. The two demons act almost as if you hadn’t spent more than the past few moments being humiliated by them. Almost. 

You can practically feel the heat of Vox’s gaze on you from your position, even with your back to him. He responds to Valentino’s inquiries, outwardly coming across as unaffected by the explicit display in front of him. While Vox would never put you in such a publicly accessible position, for any outsiders looking in, it would appear as if you were the only one affected by the current circumstances. 

The more you’re dragged along Valentino’s thigh, the more you feel your resolve slipping. The conversation happening around you seems further and further away as your mind hones in on the pleasure of your sensitive bits dragging along the lap beneath you. Slowly you begin to grind against him on your own, and instead of the pressure on your hips to continually move you forward, large hands come to settle on your ass. 

You feel a rush of cold air as your skirt is slowly dragged upward to expose your hardly covered ass. The heat rushes to your cheeks as you’re also made aware of the growing dampness in your panties, no doubt noticed by the other two as well. Your movements stutter slightly and Valentino quickly coos encouragement to get you to continue. 

“Sigue adelante,” He leans down to whisper in your ear, hands fully gripping your ass to pull you against him again. When you listen to his command, he praises you again, this time with a free hand sliding up your shirt along your side. “Eso es todo, baby…” His fingers skirt their way up your chest and easily find a pert nipple, brushing against it slightly as he gropes your chest.

Your reaction is immediate. Face emerging from its hiding place, you meet Valentino’s gaze with wide eyes and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. His fingers locate your nipple again and flick it slightly before rolling it between his fingers with more purpose. His eyes blaze with hunger as he watches you attempt to stifle your sounds with a bite of your bottom lip.

“Your little pet is so responsive Voxy~” He purrs matter of factly, reveling in how you squirm at his gentle touches. “Making such a mess humping my leg like a pequeño perrito.” You try to hide again at the sudden harshness in Valentino’s voice, but one of the hands on your ass quickly comes to grab your chin to prevent you from doing so. “Is that what you are, baby? Just a dumb little puppy?”

Your eyes search his eyes at the humiliating accusation. He didn’t want you to actually answer that question did he? The sudden sound of his palm making contact with your ass, accompanied by a stinging sensation, has you crying out with tears pricking at your eyes.

“It seems Val asked you a question, sweetheart.” Vox’s taunting voice breaks through your racing thoughts after a moment as Valentino roughly kneads the sensitive skin of your ass . When he pulls his hand back again, you catch the unforgiving expression on his face. 

“W-wait! Wait! I-,” you stutter out before he makes contact with your ass again. This time when you let out a pained cry, Valentino envelopes your lips to muffle the sound, a deep growl bubbling in his throat as you lean into his touch with a tight grip to his shirt. He presses his tongue past your lips and you let him, obediently opening your mouth to let him claim you how he wants to.

He coaxes you to kiss him back just as passionately, sliding his tongue against yours sensually. Distracted by the hands roaming your body and the lips molded against your own, you're surprised when you feel the slightest shifting below you and then the warmth of something pressing against your leg. 

Valentino pulls away from you with a seductive grin, and you automatically look down to see his exposed member laying against your thigh. Oh. The sight has you moaning before you can stop it and both demons laugh at your reaction. 

“Tan lindo~” Valentino coos before effortlessly lifting you up to turn you around. You immediately make eye contact with Vox who’s watching you intently with a mischievous grin. Trailing lower down his body, you see his pants unbuttoned and wide open with his cock exposed. A hand rapidly strokes along its length and the sight alone makes your mouth water. Your tongue peeks out to lick of your lips and the action doesn’t go unnoticed by the other, as his grin only grows bigger.

Valentino settles you back into his lap, only this time he moves your panties to the slide and slides his cock right between your legs. Finally feeling direct contact against your core has you keening over from overstimulation with a sharp gasp escaping your lips. An arm comes to wrap around your middle to keep you pressed against the chest behind you, and your head rolls back against Valentino’s shoulder. 

“Oh bien, stay juuuust like that…” He grunts out as he lifts you up slightly to fuck himself between your thighs. His breath is hot against your ear as you watch the slick tip of his cock slip back and forth between your thighs, each time dragging against your throbbing sex. Your legs press together to feel more of him and your hand timidly reaches down to touch him as fucks your thighs. He curses as you make contact with his smooth tip, your fingers quickly becoming slick with the mixture of his and your own essence. 

As your orgasm builds, your hand cups the tip of his member as it peeks out to and from your thighs and press it against yourself to feel more of him where you need him most. Your own hips roll back in time with his as you chase your own high, a frustrated whine leaving you from the build up of the previous stimulation. Your eyes find Vox’s again as he stands up from his seated position, panting out your name softly as he continues stroking himself while approaching you. 

“So close baby, need you…” Vox grunts out. Valentino’s grip loosens on you once Vox grows near and you move forward slightly with a gasp. 

The next few moments happen so quickly, you hardly have time to process the events that occur: A hand threads its way into your hair and you’re moved in the direction of Vox’s cock. Your mouth automatically welcomes him and you’re given almost no time to adjust as he immediately rocks himself against your face.

Your eyes flutter shut at the weight of him against your tongue, greedily sucking in each inch of him. When your eyes do open, you look up in hopes of finding him affectionately looking down at you, but instead you find him leaning over you to passionately kiss the demon behind you.

Tears fall down your face as your orgasm hits you suddenly, your hands reaching up to cling to Vox as you ride out the waves of pleasure. Your moans vibrating along him has Vox pulling away from Valentino with a curse to look down at you as his release quickly comes after.

He spills himself down your throat with a deep groan and pulls away slightly when you start to choke around him. Some of his release falls from the side of your lips as you try to reorient yourself. Still bouncing in the lap beneath you, Valentino continues to use you as a fleshlight for his pleasure. 

The only indication that he gives you of his own release is when your head is turned completely to the side so he can lick the rest of Vox’s cum from your lips and kiss you to taste more of him. Shortly thereafter, your thighs are coated in white as Valentino’s orgasm takes over him.

With a deep groan and a stutter of his hips, he shoves his tongue further down your throat as he milks himself dry between your legs . Dazed, you slump back against the body behind you, only to be pulled away after Vox pulls himself together.

“Heh, I’ll admit,” Valentino starts speaking before also tucking himself away, “I did not expect that from you, baby.” You cling to Vox on shaky legs and hide your face in his shoulder. The other only laughs.

“You know Voxy, we could always use new talent in the studio…” He propositions lowly as he ascends from the sitting area. You and Vox follow behind, his arm tightly wrapped around you as you make your way out of the club.

  “As tempting as it sounds my friend, I unfortunately I’m going to have to pass on your offer. This one is mine…”

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Could u do a Seth x reader where Leah and sue are always watching over them because they already have a baby are making sure they have everything under control and Seth just wants alone time with his imprint

sure sure ! hope you enjoy :)

judge judy - seth x reader

The door closed as the warm milk was being sucked dry from the bottle. The beautiful small eyes looked up at his mother as you lovingly looked back.

Their eyes getting heavy, you continue to softly rock in the rocking chair that you had received as a gift from the baby shower that was thrown while you were pregnant.

Soon, the baby’s mouth let go of the nipple of the bottle, letting you know that they weren’t interested in drinking anymore. Setting the bottle down, you go to rise but Seth walks over and smiles down at his child.

“Asleep already?” Seth whispers as you nod, passing him the baby as he held his arms out.

Laying a soft but gentle kiss on the baby’s soft cloth hat, he lays the sleeping baby in the bassinet.

Once you knew that the baby was out of Seth’s hands, you make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and lay your cheek on his back.

Pulling back, he turns around and pulls you to him, giving you a kiss that showed how much he missed you while he was gone.

His cropped hair was between your delicate fingers as tongues and lips meet again and again.

Sue made sure to make her footsteps extra loud as you both separate from each other before her figure meets the doorway.

“Fresh laundry.” Sue says coming into the room and starts putting them away.

Seth had a wave of embarrassment as you stood awkwardly. Seth brings on nervous chuckle, “It’s okay. We can put them away, mom.”

Sue flicks her arm in a non problematic manner, “It’s no bother! I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?”

“Uh..” Seth says as he looks at you meeting his eyes.

“Of course you did, mom.” Leah says as she coos quietly to the sleeping baby, “Not interrupting them brought this little cutie into the world. Yes, they did.”

“Shut it! Okay, there’s no need to be a party here all of a sudden.” Seth says as he guides them out.

“Door, open. The baby needs air coming into this room.” Sue says as leaves out with the empty laundry basket.

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Seth says as he picks up the empty bottle that was next to the rocking chair and follows her out.

As you and Seth lie awake at night, you both look to ceiling as you both pillow talk.

“It wouldn’t hurt you know, to have some type of alone time. We aren’t children.” Seth huffs to the ceiling.

“I think they’re just looking out for us.” You whisper but Seth knew you, he gives you a look.

You chuckle quietly as you say, “But, it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Exactly.” Seth whispers.

You both quietly snicker together.

You both sit in silence. With no activity nor movement, the house settled into quietness.

“Just keep your clothes on.” You whisper to him, keeping the covers over both bodies.

Seth put both hands behind his head as he kept his face to the ceiling, he was patient.

You slowly but steadily snaked your hand down his stomach until your hand slithered onto his heavy bulge.

Kicking your underwear off, you kept it into your hand as your hand sensually stroked him up and down. He kept his same position, biting his lip to quiet his groans. As he poured the last of himself into your underwear, you hear as bedroom door open.

Eyes big and trying to stay cool under pressure, Seth pulls himself back into his sleep shorts as he rises up from the bed. He shoved the sticky covered item that he was currently holding, into his pocket as you turn over to the other side.

Seth beat Leah into the bathroom.

“Come on, you didn’t want to get in there until you heard me coming.”

Leah says after knocking on the bathroom door with her index finger knuckle.

You get up, remembering to keep a bottle handy in case late night cries prevail, you pass Leah. A hand on the railing you look to her as her arms were crossed, waiting for her turn.

“Can you come with me? I’m making a bottle.” you tell her.

Even though she had to use the bathroom, she gladly followed you down the stairs. With you and Leah chattering quietly, Seth waits until you both travel down the stairs and hurried to wash himself and his hands off. He discards the evidence into the bottom of the laundry basket, hiding them with the few items that were in there.

The bottle meets the baby’s lips as you all sat around the table for breakfast the next morning.

“Alright, Sue. You did our laundry this week, it’s my turn to do everybody’s.” you say, not wanting to be caught in anyway, anytime soon.

“How nice of you. If only Seth would offer such a thing.” Sue says as she glanced at the son who was in a way lighter mood.

“I do. But you don’t trust me.” he says, you look at him with a quirk eye as the statement had double meaning.

“Okay, it’s my turn.” Leah says as she’s finished eating and wants to take the baby into her arms.

“I’m just gonna head in the shower.” you tell her, rising with your empty plate, taking Seth’s as well.

“Fine by me.” Leah says, but all of her attention was on getting to know the cuteness overload that was pleased to be held by their aunt.

Coming out of the shower, a towel was wrapped around you as Seth comes out of nowhere to pull you into the bedroom that you both shared.

Closing the door softly, he scoops you up and the kiss was so heated that pants filled the room. As lips meet your neck, you eyes eye the door and you whisper, “What about-”

“Leah’s asleep with the baby and mom is working in the garden.” he says in a hurried state and he didn’t have to say no more as you let your towel drop.

He kept his mouth on yours as he thrusted pressure. Clutching onto him, you both were so close. You both could almost feel it. The high was getting higher and higher as Seth grounded his hips into yours.

A knock knocks on the door. With you both so in the moment, neither of you slow down. You two were almost there.

As you both reached each other’s peak, Sue turns the doorknob. Seth hurries under the covers to cover his bottom half as your towel went back around you.

“Seth. out.” Sue says.

Completely naked underneath the blankets, a shade of red covers his face. He just didn’t know what to do.

With fast thinking, you grab the clothes you planned on wearing.

“It’s okay. I’ll just change into the bathroom.” you just say and Seth silently thanks you telepathically.

As the bathroom door closes, Sue narrows her eyes at Seth.

“I thought you were going for a run.”

“I just got back.” Seth answers not meeting his mother’s eyes.

“Really? Who do you think I am?”

Seth sighs as his hands flop in his lap from defeat.

“Grab the baby from Leah. When Y/N comes out, we’re going to have to make some arrangements. You might have to start sleeping on the couch.”

“Come on, mom.” Seth starts to whine at the unfairness.

Sue gives her son a stern look as she leaves out of the room. He couldn’t wait the day that he didn’t have to succumb to such ridiculous rules. Seth just hoped that you knew the answer of persuading his mother to not take extra measures.