#anyways now i never have to watch them again 😌

[grinchwrapsupreme]

Apropos of nothing i still remember when the final H*rry P*tter movies came out and it felt like such a chore to go see them i didnt even want to but it was like "these are the final movies from this series ever!! Everyone has to see them!!" And i hadnt enjoyed one since the third but they were in theatres looming over me like a fucking exam i hadnt studied for: inevitable, unenjoyable, and thoroughly unwanted

[maxlarens]

Hi ! As a pescatarian girly and as someone who has recently started to like Lando, I kept thinking about him with pescatarian!reader, because you know opposites attracts and also it made me think of the olive theory from 'How I met your mother', can be fic or smau

(also I'm the anon who requested the Charles fic and I was wondering if you gave names or emojis to your anons 🤔)

ahhh hi😇😇 thank u sm for sending another ask in. verrryy into this! ive never watched himym but i HAVE heard of the olive theory and genuinely think it can be so true. i also think like sharing food/giving certain parts of ur meal to ur partner is so sweet so i loved this a lot🥺🥺

also, tbh i have never had a consistent enough anon to name them/give them an emoji so i would loveee LOVE to do that🙏🏻 pls let me know what i should call u❤️ (and if anyone wants to be a regular/semi-regular anon and give themselves an emoji/name pls do!!!) ANYWAY alright i hope u enjoy— it’s a just a short ficlet 😌💖

LN: quid pro quo

pairing(s): lando norris x reader [read on ao3]

word count: 1.2k

“Eugh,” Lando says, feigning a gag as he looks at the plate of food set in front of you, “That’s disgusting. I don’t understand how you can put that in your mouth.”

Slowly, you raise an eyebrow at him, looking between your plate and Lando’s screwed-up expression; you point at your food, “Salmon? You think salmon is disgusting? Are you joking right now?”

He shakes his head fervently, a grimace still stuck on his face, “It’s gross.”

A laugh, loud and guffawing erupts from your mouth as you realise he’s being entirely serious. He’s fixated on your meal, frowning as if the fish has severely insulted him in some way. Quickly, you clap your hand over your mouth, concerned you’ll offend him if you keep laughing like that. This is one of a handful of dates you’ve been on together— clearly the first you’ve ordered seafood on— and you’re still trying to make a good impression on Lando.

“Wait,” you collect yourself, breathing deeply so you don’t fall into a fit of giggles again, “You’re not allergic are you?”

“No,” he shrugs, “I just hate fish. You’ve never heard that?”

You snort a little indelicately, already going back to eating your salmon, “‘You’ve never heard that?’,” you tease, “Do you think I stalk you on the internet, Norris?”

He grins that small sheepish grin you like so much as a light blush blooms on his cheeks. You’re very fond of him really. He’s cute in a scrappy kind of way; he’s funny and charming, a little bit dumb sometimes; and he’s into you, which is always a bonus. You’re not together— not quite— just seeing each other when you both have time, but it’s been going very nicely if you do say so yourself.

You like him.

He likes you.

Lando rolls his eyes, and purses his lips in an attempt not to let you see the smile that he’s trying to hide, “Don’t you? Stalk me on the internet?”

“Never,” you answer resolutely, thinking blatantly of that night after you’d first met him when you fell down a rabbit hole, spending a good hour watching thirst traps of him on Instagram before coming to your senses, “Not once.”

He hums, unconvinced, “Alright.”

Alright. You make a face, almost stick your tongue out at him but think better of it at the last second. He laughs— giggles— at you. You look away from him, down at your plate, trying to hide the smile that spreads and spreads behind your hair. God, you like him. You’re trying not to let it get away from you. You get the impression that he’s not huge on relationships, and you’re trying hard to be casual about him. It’s difficult— mostly because everything feels so easy when you’re together.

“So,” you start as you push a forkful of salmon and leafy greens around your plate, “Hate to break it to you, but I’m a pescetarian.”

“Um,” Lando asks around a mouthful of half-chewed food, “What’s that mean?”

You stifle a laugh, “Like a vegetarian, but I eat seafood.”

He swallows and makes another face, similar to the earlier one. You can see this is hard for him to process, he clearly dislikes seafood to a degree that you hadn’t quite understood until now. It’s funny. It’s another thing to add to the growing list of reasons you fancy Lando Norris. Though you would think that as a pescetarian you’d want him to like fish, but you suppose by not eating them he’s just saving all the sea animals that you’re not— quid pro quo.

“What about, like,” he waves his fork around, evidently still wondering why you’d eat seafood voluntarily, “just being a vegetarian?”

You shrug, “Vegetables are boring.”

“Right. Better than eating fish though.”

“I like fish.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t get it… It’s— they’re slimy and they smell and they’ve got fucking beady little eyes. It’s not natural.”

“Okay,” you laugh brightly at his despondent expression, “I do need to eat them, unfortunately. Otherwise, I’d probably die of malnutrition, or I dunno, scurvy.”

He groans, hanging his head so that all you can see of his face is that mop of brown curls. You think of your second date when you’d kissed him for the first time in your stairwell and how you’d threaded a hand into it— and they were soft and not heavy with product the way that you hate. The way he’d smelt like expensive cologne and tasted both smokey and sugary at the same time, just like the whiskey and cokes he’d been having at the bar. There’s a soft smile playing at your lips when he finally looks up.

“Does it bother you?” you ask, “That I eat fish.”

He shrugs, shakes his head in a non-committal way that could be either answer and does that little grin again. The one that means he’s going to say something that you’ll find either unbearably cute or embarrassingly funny.

“Yes,” he says, grin not subsiding, “How am I supposed to kiss you when you’ve got fish breath.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and a shocked laugh bubbles from your mouth, you try to ignore the stirring feeling in your gut at the words how am I supposed to kiss you in favour of responding to his lack of tact Try, being the keyword there. It somersaults in your head, how am I supposed to kiss you he said, like he was thinking of doing it again. Which, okay, of course, he’s thinking of doing it again. You understand what this is— but there was an unmistakable fondness there that you just can't shake.

Anyway, you push thoughts of kissing him aside, he’d still accused you of having fish breath, “Wow,” you say dryly, with no malice at all as much as you try to feign it, “You say that to all the girls?”

He blushes, his tan cheeks turning a very pleasant red as he properly realises what he’d said, “Shit. No— oh my god— I’m sorry. I just meant—”

You wave him off, laughing, “I know what you meant. You’re good, Lando.”

“Phew,” he lets out a breath of relief, his nervous laughter punctuating the air between you, without meaning to he says, “God, I thought I’d just fucked it.”

You furrow your brows and frown, confused, “No. You couldn’t.”

You watch him scrub a hand over his face, embarrassed, before it falls away and he gives you a sheepish little grin that says he’s happy to hear that. Toothy, eyes squinted and carving dimples into his cheeks. Your face feels warm and you smile back, biting your bottom lip on the smile so it doesn’t grow and grow to cover your whole face.

Later, after you’ve finished lunch and spent too much time talking over a too-sticky table in your favourite pub, Lando kisses you up against a tree in the park by your apartment. You put your hand in his soft curls and you smell cologne and taste what he’s been drinking as he presses his tongue into yours. The coarse hair of his moustache brushes against your lips and you kiss back with equal gusto. You pull away when it feels like you two are veering into too inappropriate territory for this public park. He chases you, but you laugh softly, pressing a perfunctory closed-mouth kiss to the corner of his mouth. He groans, laughs, and puts his forehead against yours.

You hum, “I guess my fish breath doesn’t bother you so much, huh.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, “You’re never going to let that go are you.”

You shake your head ever so slightly, “Not as long as I live, Norris.”

[cloudyluun]

Epilogue: Home. | single-parent!harry

Summary: Life with Harry was already perfect—but now, it’s getting even bigger. Between lazy mornings, chaotic family dinners, and one very unexpected but very wanted baby on the way, you finally have the life you never thought you’d get. Telling Theo and Lily is a disaster (obviously), Harry won’t stop touching your belly, and somehow, your home is even louder, messier, and more full of love than ever before.

And you wouldn’t change a single thing.

A/N: Listen. I know what I did. And I’d do it again. 😌

Was this entire epilogue an excuse to write Dad!Harry in his domestic, protective, lovesick era? Yes. Did I also write it because I got this request that literally said “This will make you feral and want Harry’s babies”? Also yes.

But honestly, was I wrong?

Harry cooking breakfast with Theo and Lily while Y/N waddles around pregnant and happy?Harry whispering sweet nothings to Y/N’s belly every night like a lovestruck fool?Harry completely wrecked over pregnant!Y/N, praising her like a goddess, and making sure she feels worshipped?

No. I was absolutely correct. And I stand by that.

Anyway, I hope you love this, I hope it makes you emotionally unstable, and I hope you walk away knowing one universal truth:

Harry Styles was made to be a husband and a dad.

Love you. Mean it.

Wordt Count: 3k

Warnings:

Sickeningly sweet domestic fluff (read at your own risk)

Pregnancy (planned but unexpected, lots of soft moments, protective!Harry in full force)

Theo and Lily being tiny menaces and taking full credit for everything

So much baby talk, you might want to start nesting yourself

Harry’s hands permanently attached to Y/N’s belly

Bonus smut: Pregnant sex, praise kink, filthy but loving, Harry being absolutely wrecked for his woman

Aftercare that will make you cry

The phrase "I love our baby so much" whispered like it’s the most sacred thing in the world

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You never thought this would be your life.

Not the lazy Sunday mornings tangled in Harry’s sheets, his body warm and solid beside you.

Not the quiet evenings where you cooked dinner together—where he stole bites of food off your plate and kissed your forehead like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Not the mornings filled with coffee and pancakes and laughter, where Lily and Theo sat on the floor with their coloring books, bickering over which one of them was the better artist while Harry rolled his eyes fondly.

You never thought you’d get to have this.

But you did.

And God, you wanted to hold onto it forever.

--

It had been months since that night.

Months since you’d stopped running.

Since you had let him in.

And in that time, everything had changed.

Not in the loud, dramatic way you used to fear.

Not in the way that left you panicked and breathless, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But in the quiet way. The sure way.

In the way that made Sunday morning grocery runs feel like an adventure, because Harry let the kids pick out ridiculous snacks while you pretended to scold him for sneaking extra things into the cart.

In the way that made movie nights feel like home, because Theo would fall asleep halfway through, and Lily would always insist on using Harry’s shoulder as a pillow, and you’d end up curled into his side—his arm draped around you, fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin.

In the way that made your chest ache, because this wasn’t temporary.

This wasn’t something fragile.

This was real.

--

You realized it fully one evening, standing in Harry’s kitchen, watching him without him realizing it.

He was helping Theo with his homework, brow furrowed in concentration as he leaned over the table, listening intently while Theo explained something about a science project.

And Lily—Lily was sitting beside him, doodling absentmindedly in the margins of her own worksheet, occasionally nudging Theo and smirking when he huffed in annoyance.

It was so simple.

So mundane.

And yet, something inside you broke wide open.

Because this wasn’t just Harry’s house anymore.

It wasn’t just his space.

It was yours, too.

A place where your daughter laughed freely. Where you left your books scattered on the nightstand. Where there was a drawer of your clothes in his dresser, your toothbrush beside his in the bathroom.

You had slipped into his life.

And the most shocking thing was that…

You fit.

Perfectly.

Completely.

Like you had been meant to be there all along.

--

You didn’t say anything that night.

Didn’t mention the realization, didn’t try to put it into words.

But Harry noticed.

Because he always did.

When the kids had finally gone to bed, when you had curled up beside him on the couch, his fingers tracing absentmindedly along your thigh—he looked at you.

And just like that, you knew.

He knew it, too.

This was it.

This was forever.

--

The first time Harry called you his girlfriend was at Theo’s soccer game.

It was casual, slipped into conversation without a second thought.

One of the other parents had asked about the two of you, smiling in that knowing way people did when they’d already assumed the answer.

And Harry—**without hesitation, without looking at you first to check if it was okay—**had just said, "Yeah, Y/N’s my girlfriend."

Like it was obvious. Like it was something he didn’t even have to think about.

And the best part?

It didn’t send you into a spiral.

Didn’t make you want to run.

Because, for once…

You weren’t afraid of being someone’s.

Not when it was him.

--

The first time you said it back, you didn’t even realize you had.

It was late.

You were all piled onto the couch, the kids asleep between you, the credits rolling on some animated movie none of you had really been paying attention to.

Harry’s hand was resting low on your back, his breathing even, the room quiet, still, peaceful.

And you—**without thinking, without hesitating—**had whispered, "Love you."

Not as a grand declaration.

Not as something huge or dramatic.

Just as a fact.

As something that had been true for longer than you’d been willing to admit.

And Harry—still half-asleep, still groggy and warm and impossibly perfect—had hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head.

"Love you, too, sweetheart."

Like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Like it was inevitable.

Like he had never once doubted it.

--

The first time you talked about forever, you were cooking dinner.

Harry had been chopping vegetables, Theo sitting on the counter beside him, chattering about his day.

And Lily—with zero warning, with the blunt force of a child who didn’t know how to sugarcoat things—had just said, "Mummy, are we ever gonna live here?"

You had frozen.

Harry had paused.

And Theo—completely oblivious to the weight of the moment—had just shrugged.

"Yeah, you basically already do."

And Harry—

Harry had just looked at you.

Not with pressure.

Not with expectation.

Just with certainty.

Like he knew the answer already.

Like he was just waiting for you to catch up.

--

So, you did.

Three months later, you packed up the apartment you had built your new life in.

And you moved in with him.

With Theo.

With your family.

And you didn’t second-guess it.

Didn’t overthink it.

Because for the first time in your life, forever didn’t feel like something that could fall apart.

It felt like something you could hold onto.

Something that had been waiting for you all along.

--

One night, long after the kids had gone to bed, long after the house had settled into comfortable silence, you curled into Harry’s side, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder.

"Did you ever think we’d end up here?" you murmured, voice soft, sleepy.

Harry hummed, pulling you closer, fingers threading through your hair.

"Yeah," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You smiled against his skin. "Really?"

"Mmhm." His lips curved against your forehead. "Theo and Lily decided for us, remember?"

You laughed, shaking your head.

Harry pulled back, tilting your chin up until your eyes met his.

His expression softened.

"Best thing that ever happened to me," he whispered.

And you—

You kissed him.

Because there was no doubt in your mind anymore.

He was it.

Forever.

Your life was full.

It was good.

And soon, it was about to get even bigger.

--

You’d known for weeks.

The first sign had been exhaustion—more than usual. You’d chalked it up to late nights, to work, to trying to keep up with two chaos-wielding children and a ridiculously affectionate boyfriend who didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.

Then came the mood swings.

The tears over a burnt pancake.

The sudden, undeniable craving for oranges at midnight.

And finally, the truth had stared you in the face in the form of two pink lines.

Pregnant.

You had sat on the bathroom floor for a long time, staring at it, heart pounding, head spinning, stomach flipping.

Because you were happy.

Really, truly, unbelievably happy.

And that was the part that scared you the most.

Because happiness like this? It felt too good to last.

But when you finally told Harry—**voice shaking, heart in your throat, fingers twisting nervously in his t-shirt—**he had just smiled.

And then he had kissed you.

And then he had knelt in front of you, hands on your waist, pressing his forehead against your stomach.

And then, voice thick, barely a whisper:

“We’re having a baby?”

And when you had nodded—when the words had finally settled between you—he had wrapped his arms around you, held you like he never planned to let go, and laughed.

Like he couldn’t believe his luck.

Like you had just given him the world.

--

Telling Theo and Lily was another story.

Because they were menaces.

Because they would absolutely take credit for this.

And because you had no idea how they were going to react.

You and Harry had spent an entire week going back and forth. How do we tell them? When do we tell them? Should we make it fun? A surprise? A game?

But in the end, the kids decided for you.

Because of course they did.

--

You were sitting in the living room, curled into Harry’s side, your hand resting lightly over your stomach as Theo and Lily played a game on the floor.

And then, out of nowhere, Theo looked up and said—

"When are you guys having a baby?"

You choked on your tea.

Harry tensed beside you.

Lily scrunched up her nose. "Theo, you can’t just ask people that!"

Theo shrugged. "Why not? They’re obviously in love. People in love have babies."

Harry pressed his fist against his mouth, shoulders shaking.

You glared at him. Don’t you dare laugh.

Theo looked between the two of you, suspicious. "Wait a second…"

Lily gasped. "ARE YOU HAVING A BABY?"

Silence.

Harry turned to you, one brow raised, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your call, love.

You sighed, setting your tea down before glancing at the kids.

And then, softly:

"Yeah. We are."

For a second, nothing.

And then—

Absolute chaos.

Lily screamed.

Theo cheered.

Lily launched herself at you, hugging you so tightly you thought you might fall over. "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I’M GONNA BE A BIG SISTER!"

Theo, meanwhile, turned to Harry and held out his fist.

"Nice one, Dad."

Harry barked out a laugh, bumping his fist against Theo’s. "Thanks, mate."

And then, just like that, the room was filled with laughter, excitement, a million questions.

When is the baby coming? Can we pick the name? Do we get to help? Are we sharing a room? Is it a boy or a girl? Can we have a puppy, too?

Harry pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"See?" he murmured. "Told you they’d take it well."

You smiled, watching as Theo and Lily started making a very dramatic list of possible baby names.

"Yeah," you whispered. "You were right."

And for once—**for the first time in forever—**you weren’t afraid of being happy.

Because this?

This was home.

And now, it was just getting a little bigger.

--

Life after that was loud.

It was chaotic.

It was perfect.

Mornings were a blur of sleepy kisses and coffee and Harry pressing a hand to your stomach every time he walked past you.

Afternoons were spent at doctor’s appointments, picking out baby clothes, letting Theo and Lily argue over whether they wanted a little brother or sister.

(Theo wanted a brother. Lily wanted both. You and Harry were mildly terrified.)

And nights—nights were yours.

Wrapped in Harry’s arms, his hands tracing over your belly, his voice a soft murmur against your skin.

"Can’t believe we’re doing this.""You’re so beautiful like this, love.""I’m gonna love this baby so much. And you. Always you."

And every single time, you felt it—the weight of what you had built. The life you had made. The family you had created.

You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

And neither would Harry.

Because ever since you told him you were pregnant, he had been soft with you—softer than ever before.

Not that he wasn’t always soft with you—but now?

Now, it was different.

Now, it was gentle hands on your stomach whenever he passed by. Now, it was offloading all the housework, refusing to let you lift a finger. Now, it was pulling you onto his lap at night, rubbing slow circles into your back until you melted against him.

It was sweet. Perfect, even.

But tonight?

Tonight, you needed more.

And you could tell, by the way Harry was looking at you—dark eyes flickering between your lips and the swell of your belly—that he needed more, too.

So when you shifted against him—**rolling your hips just slightly where you straddled his lap, teasing, testing—**he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Careful, love," he murmured, his fingers tightening on your thighs.

You tilted your head, running your hands up his chest. "Why?"

His jaw ticked. His grip tightened.

"You know why."

You smirked.

And then, deliberately—slowly—you rolled your hips again.

Harry groaned. "Fuck, Y/N—"

"You’ve been treating me like I’m fragile," you whispered, pressing your mouth to his jaw, kissing along his neck.

He exhaled sharply, his hands trembling against you. "Because you are."

You pulled back, meeting his gaze, your fingers tracing the edge of his t-shirt. "Harry. I’m pregnant. Not breakable."

He swallowed hard, eyes flickering down to where your belly pressed against him.

You could see the hesitation in his face. The battle between wanting you, needing you, and being afraid of hurting you.

So, you leaned in—pressing your lips to his, slow and deep, whispering against his mouth—

"Please, Harry."

And that?

That was all it took.

Because in the next breath, he had you on your back.

Mouths crashing together, hands desperate, his body pressing you into the mattress.

"You want me like this?" he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, over your collarbone. "Like this, baby?"

You whimpered. "Yes. Yes, please—"

He groaned against your skin, one hand sliding between your legs, teasing you through your underwear.

"Fuck, love," he rasped. "You’re soaking."

You gasped, arching into him, thighs trembling as his fingers stroked over you, teasing, torturing.

"Been neglecting you, haven’t I?" he muttered, his voice thick, wrecked.

You couldn’t even respond—not when he was slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, not when he was spreading you open, groaning when he felt how ready you were for him.

"Christ," he hissed, pressing a finger inside you, curling it just right.

You cried out, gripping his biceps, barely able to breathe.

"More," you begged. "Harry, more."

And fuck—

He gave it to you.

Another finger, stretching you, working you open, his mouth hot against your neck, his breathing heavy.

"Love having you like this," he murmured. "All soft and warm and—fuck—taking everything I give you."

You whined, grinding against his hand, so close, so close—

But before you could fall, before he could push you over the edge—

He pulled away.

You gasped, nearly sobbing. "Harry—"

"Shh, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing your belly before sitting back on his heels, shoving his sweats down, fisting himself in his hand.

Your mouth went dry.

Because—fuck—

You had felt him against you before, had been with him countless times, but somehow, seeing him like this—

Hard and desperate and completely wrecked for you—

You clenched around nothing, whimpering, needing him inside you, needing everything.

"Harry, please," you whispered.

And he gave you exactly what you asked for.

He pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrust, groaning as he sank into you, his head falling forward, his hands bracing on either side of your head.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered, his voice wrecked.

You gasped, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer. "Harry—"

"Christ, love," he panted, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, your lips. "You feel so fucking good."

And then, he moved.

Slow at first. Deep. Precise. Like he wanted you to feel every single inch of him.

And you—fuck, you were drowning in him.

The way he touched you, the way he filled you completely, the way he kept murmuring the sweetest, filthiest things into your skin—

"Love you like this." "Never been more beautiful." "Carrying my baby, taking my cock so fucking good—"

You were gone.

It didn’t take long.

Your body was already buzzing, already so close from the way he had touched you earlier.

So when he slipped a hand between you, rolling his fingers over your clit, whispering, "Come for me, sweetheart,"

You shattered.

Your entire body clenched around him, your orgasm crashing through you, pleasure rippling through every inch of your skin.

And Harry followed.

With one last deep thrust, one last ragged moan of your name, he spilled inside you, his body shuddering against yours, his forehead pressed to your shoulder.

For a while, neither of you moved.

Just heavy breathing, warm kisses, whispered I love yous.

And then—

Harry pulled back, gazing down at you, eyes flickering between your face and your stomach.

And softly, reverently, completely wrecked:

"I love you, and I love our baby so fucking much."

You exhaled, cupping his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

"I love you, too," you whispered.

And then, you kissed him.

Because this was it.

This was everything.

--

One morning, months later, you woke up to find Harry already gone from bed.

Frowning, you padded into the kitchen, only to find him standing there—Theo on one side, Lily on the other, all three of them squinting at a pan of very questionable-looking pancakes.

You raised a brow. "What is happening here?"

Harry turned, smirking. "Makin’ breakfast for my girl."

You snorted. "For me or for the baby?"

Lily gasped. "The baby wants pancakes!"

Theo nodded sagely. "Yeah. Mum’s gotta eat double now. She’s basically a superhero."

You bit back a smile, stepping closer as Harry handed you a plate, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Morning, love," he murmured.

You exhaled, looking around at them.

Your people.

Your home.

Your everything.

"Morning," you whispered.

And then—

You smiled.

Because your life?

It was exactly how it was supposed to be.

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summary , being forced to go to a gp was not something on Y/N's 2023 bingo card but who knows maybe she will create a friendships that could help her thought this tough time

pairing , step dad! lewis hamilton x fem! young teen! reader

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MOTHER Lewis has got us VIP tickets to the Australian gp Isn't that exciting!

Y/N but I have an archery comp on that weekend

MOTHER dw about it I've pulled you from the comp you can do the next

Y/N are you fucking kidding me you pulled me from a comp to go watch you boyfriend's race what the fuck?!?!?!

MOTHER language young lady first of all he my fiance and he is gonna be your step father soon

Y/N he is not gonna be my anything as far as I'm concerned and the only way I am going is if you drag me there kicking and screaming so fuck you

MINJI babe where is u at?

Y/N @ the Aussie Gp 💀 ... girl don't u remember me telling you guys about this 🙄

HANNI We do but your mom just called asking if we knew where you were 😭😭

Y/N wtf would you guys know where I am 😐

DANIELLE cuz aparently she can't find you and she thinks you are trying to catch a flight out of the country to avoid spending time with her and lewis 🫣

Y/N tf is this bitch on? I would never put that much effort into her let that be know first and for most 😝 second of all I'm hanging out with Max and Daniel 😌 so dw I'm not trynna skip town 😔

HAERIN Max and Daniel? as in like Red Bull's drivers Max and Daniel as in like Mad Max 😡 and big dick Danny ric 🤠

Y/N ew 🤢🤢🤮🤮 never say that again 🚫 but yes that would be them 👍

MINJI ... proof or it never happened 👀

Y/N

happy now?

HANNI okay but how did you even meet?

Y/N walked off to have a smoke and ran into them and started talking

DANIELLE ain't your mom gonna be pissed though?

Y/N why?

HAERIN cuz your created a better bond with Max and Daniel then what you have with Lewis

Y/N tbh I don't really fucking care Lewis seems like an alright guy ngl but I don't like how my mother is forcing me to spend time with him it's awkward and weird escpially since my dad is refusing to answer my calls or texts and everytime a ask my mother about it she says "maybe he is busy sweetheart" and "well look at it this way it will be the perfect opportunity to bond with Lewis" so yeah I have 0 shits to give rn anyway I need to go time for the race max says I can watch in the red bull garage

NANA (EX WIFE) my plan isn't working I thought by forcing you to stay away Y/N and Lewis could bond but I think she hates him more now

JUNHO (EX HUSBAND) no shit sherlock btw I'm coming to pick Y/N up this weekend she staying at my house till she has to go back to school

NANA (EX WIFE) is that bitch gonna be there?

JUNHO (EX HUSBAND) yes my girlfriend is going to be there and I am going to show you the correct way of introducing your kid to your new partner and that starts by telling them the truth about why you marriage ended in the first place and since you refuse to tell her I will read

[ragnarockz]

something something "just the tip, baby" x *takes the whole thing anyway* 😌🤌

you pick who this can go for idc i just need you to write it thank u v much

MMMMMHMMMMM ANOTHER ONEEEEEEEEEEEE

🔒💛

You can feel the carpet burn on your bare knees as you shift your weight a little. Your hands are shaking as they hold Maya's hips; fingers digging in to poke and prod at her bones. She doesn't flinch or even move all that much; standing there with full control.

You look up into her eyes and she's looking down into yours; a knowing grin on her face all the while. Her one hand is holding your head; fingers and nails through your hair as she holds you down. Her left hand is holding the ends of her own hair; the long braids that are past her waist.

She almost appears bored; unsatisfied. This is a chore for her but for you, it's more than you could ever ask for. She plays with her hair a little big longer as you feel her nails sink into the tender skin of your scalp. You can't help but to moan; half in pleasure and the other in pain.

You watch as she smiles and lets go of her hair; the ends flicking across your face. You can smell her shampoo for a split second; watermelon faintly hits your nostrils before it's gone and she's pulling you closer by your hair. A moan escapes your lips and Maya finally smiles down at you before she raises her eyebrows in content.

"Just the tip, Baby..."

Her words are quiet; stern. You can tell she's trying very hard to be somewhat pleasant to you. You know how hard that can be for someone like her.

But you can't help yourself and neither can she.

Your eyes travel down from her eyes to her neck; eyeing that heavy gold chain and lock necklace she always wears no matter what. You never had the chance to ask about it or why she wears it but you know it's part of her. Your gaze travels a hair lower and you focus on the swell of her breasts and the very faint, almost invisible stretch marks that spread down.

Her nipples are hard and erect; waiting for you possibly to service them. Hopefully, in time, waiting for you to touch, lick, suck and pinch them. Another moan fills the room and she smirks at you now, knowing exactly where your mind had gone.

Maya moves her chest just ever so slightly that her breasts sway. Her smile grows bigger as she sees you go off kilter. She's loving it; soaking up in your realization of being watched. She knows you were staring so she gave you a show.

You realize the time is slipping away from when she directed you to take her into your mouth. And you want to, oh god, do you want to take her waiting, erect cock into your mouth. The flesh color is just out of your peripheral vision; out of the corner of your eye but you know it's there and waiting for you.

You wish she moved again; wanting to see her breasts move but you know she won't give that to you again because she still wants something from you. And you have yet to give it to her. But your eyes still roam down further to her abdomen and stomach. Once again, you spot very faint stretch marks there and your lips soften before you guide your head forward.

You take just the tip and the only thought in your head is that she had a child. She is a mother. Someone calls her mom.

You think your brain is snapping in half as your tongue swirls around just the head of the silicone cock. You moan against her now; hoping she can feel the vibrations rock all the way up to her clit.

Maya's body language changes to a little bit more relaxed and laid back. She locks one hip and lets her other leg go slack. Her free arm loose at her side, just grazing her outer thigh while the other still clutches your hair.

She's leaning into it now, trying to concentrate on the moans and the sensations of you with your mouth full of her. She can feel those little bursts of energy rock right through her core and pulse at her clit. She bites down on her lip and closes her eyes; trying to keep her moans to a minimum.

Maya doesn't want you to know how much you're turning her on.

You keep it up as you make sure not to extend your lips or tongue any further than the tip. It's a hard challenge because you want to fill your mouth and throat with her. You want her to watch you hollow out your cheeks for her and moan on her cock. You want to give her your all.

But she won't let you; she never does. Not even now; not even when she begged you to do what she said. Not even when you're in the middle of doing it.

She lets go of your scalp; her fingers leave your hair as she pushes you back and you let go of her cock. Your lips lose contact and a string of saliva is the only thing left connecting your mouth to the tip.

Do you dare look back up at her after that? Can you look Maya in the face while that string of spit finally breaks from you both?

You hear a loud exhale that sounds more impatient than bored. Like she's upset at herself for pushing you off of her. Maya wants the friction back; needs it. Can she beg for it? Will you ever get to hear that come out from her mouth?

She goes back to grabbing the ends of her hair one more; playing with them as she gives you a look of distaste. It's like you were the one in the wrong; you were the one who pushes your own head back and broke contact.

You watch in silence out of the corner of your eye as she walks past you without another word. You're about to get up off of your aching knees until you hear her footsteps stop and you hold your breath.

"Make sure you clean up all that fucking spit you've left on my floors before you clean yourself up..."

[cowboymantis]

🚦🚦🚦TRAFFICBLR I HAVE SUCH GOOD SHOWS FOR YOU THAT GIVE THE SAME BRAINROT AS THE LIFE SERIES 🚦🚦🚦

I've been meaning to do this post for so long now, but last Wild Life session being everyone having superpowers finally gave me the motivation-

Have you ever heard of Kamen Rider? No? Now you have. Kamen Rider is a Tokusatsu (Japanese practical effect focused genre, in the case of Kamen Rider it's a superhero-type Toku) show that has existed since 1971, but gets new seasons with new characters/worlds/stories every time.

And every now and then, there are seasons that just give me those brainworms like the Life Series does. And I need to share with you the seasons that I especially enjoyed as a Life Series fan 🥺 I don't think there's much overlap in the fandoms, because they're such different ones, but trust me on this one.

Do you like...

- death games

- time loops

- ever repeating death games in time loops

- characters being forced only to watch while their friends are continuously killing each other in every timeline

- people being silly :3

- absolute insanely intense homoerotic drama (it's one of those things I think both fandoms enjoy a lot from what I've seen 🧍‍♂️)

- watchers and eye-themed admins making sure the game is going as planned

- winners and/or last man standing of a battle royale type game never really winning because it will all repeat anyway and they have to compete and fight strangers and friends all over again

- everyone dying, no one ever really winning in this inescapable fight

... then you will love several Kamen Rider seasons! I'm being so vague and try not to say which season is which of those things named. But some also fit multiple. Those seasons I present first all have a very similar theme, like the Life Series.

Kamen Rider Ryuki, Kamen Rider Blade, Kamen Rider Geats, Kamen Rider Gaim.

Fun fact! Any Madoka Magica fans here? The creator of it loved Kamen Rider Ryuki so much, it was one of his main inspirations for Madoka Magica. (Very noticable... /pos) And after that he also created a Kamen Rider season, and that is Gaim. So if you love PMMM like me, oh you will be eating GOOD with those seasons!!

Also, some random imagery from Geats. The command buckle forms (pictured on the left), I just put out of fun bc they have Hotguy or Gigacorp colours, which Hermitcraft fans will be very familiar with 😌

And on the right, one of my points from earlier, eye-themed admins. Not really a spoiler to just tell you that straight up, don't worry. Also I guess you could say at one point there's something similar to the boogey..??

Anyway, the picture on the bottom... Do I even have to say anything? DO I??? WATCHER MOMENT??

I don't have anything to show for Ryuki, Blade and Gaim, I think? Or rather, nothing that wouldn't be too spoilery. Those are seasons that fr you just need to take in and take over your life and give you brainworms.

One thing I can say about them is that they have forever changed my brain chemistry and I think about them daily and whenever I think of them I want to scream . Real

OH UHH yeah Ryuki has a character named Ren wow! So many similarities! Well, actually, I guess I need to show you Shinji, the protagonist. Because if you love the silly idiots of the Life Series, you will love him too. One of my favs ever and he's so so silly. So stupid. Such an idiot. Everyone hates him and wants him dead and he just wants to make frens... His only crime was being too silly...

Now, there are two more seasons I want to recommend.

Kamen Rider OOO, Kamen Rider Ex-Aid.

Okay, this is a bit shorter, so first starting off with Ex-Aid. Another season I love SOSOSO much. Anyway, it is videogame themed yippie!! And there's an insane game master with a god complex whee!! Also uh... The newest Wild Life episode reminded me . So much. Of Ex-Aid. Because of the zombies. Since there is a character here who basically becomes a zombie and continuously dies in the silliest ways only to literally respawn again. So yeag.

Another thing, I love suit designs that, and I genuinely don't know if this was intentional, look like they have moustaches 😭

This season also has my #1 fav Kamen Rider character!! :3 ONCE AGAIN last Wild Life session, I had to think about this character too. Because of Bdubs powers...

Anyway.

NOWWW... KAMEN RIDER OOO...

One of the funniest and most dramatic and gayest seasons of Kamen Rider fr. I love it so much.

Did you pay attention to the OOO poster? The colours? Yeah, people who love Kamen Rider OOO in the fandom will often put a 🚦in their bio or name. Just like a certain other fandom right...

Funnily enough, ever since I've gotten into Kamen Rider a while back, there's often fanart where I can't tell at first if it is OOO or Life Series fanart. Yeah. Shall I show you why this might be the case? Let me pick some random Kamen Rider OOO screenshots:

Those two idiots are LITERALLY desert duo. Like. I don't know what to tell you. It's just insane 😭

And I know, scarian is a super popular ship (personally I don't ship it, I absolutely love their silly dynamics tho and all), and so are them!!!

We got Ankh, a so-called Greeed, being the angry blonde red-themed bird sidekick of the main character Eiji's silly superhero character (Calling it superhero is always so weird- but it's kinda hard talking too Toku-y for people new to it), who is maybe also secretly a little bit messed up. They are the ultimate doomed yaoi too, if you like that lmao? 😭 I'M PULLING ALL THE STRINGS TO GET MORE PEOPLE INTO KAMEN RIDER!!!

On top of that, even with all the drama happening later on in OOO, it has to be one of, if not the funniest season, at least to me!!

There's so much sillyness happening and I just love it..

Also this famous scene:

SO WHAT TO YOU SAY DO YOU DEFINETLY ABSOLUTELY WANT TO WATCH KAMEN RIDER NOW?? GOOD!!

((Sidenote. If you do decide to and are a bit clueless as to where to watch, you can always ask me what who said that nothing suspicious going on here Toei assassins-))

[loveandleases]

Hello Lea,

It's me again. 😇 Can I humbly request Ardent's mafia version of the last question? 😌

The 3d model is coming along. I'm currently at his hair. Stylised curls are something, let me tell you. It's still going to be a lot of work, though. I don't want to rush it.

Much love, Lee

Hi Lee! Ya sure can.

I can't imagine how hard it is to form them and retain their separation. I wish you luck though and hope you stay hydrated and well fed! (under the cut because this got quite long.)

(not my normal song choice but it was playing when i wrote this and it suits them.)

Out of everyone in your circle, Ardent Pine was the last you’d expected to know you so well. The last one you’d have thought to date. But here you are. And now he knows you as much as you know yourself. Your likes, your dislikes. Favorite color, favorite food. The way your lip curls, ever so slightly, when you’re about to be a brat. Something he pretends to hate but loves.

That’s why you’re unsurprised when he notices the shift in your mood. His hand cups your chin, lips so close yet so far as your gaze drifts past him. The smile that graced your face had vanished, replaced by a deep frown.

He doesn’t have to look to know what changed your mood, but he does anyway. His deep eyes, full of adoration and something hungrier, harden when they settle on Chris and Jade.

You know he’s going to grumble about this later, your smile was meant for him and snuffed out like the flame of a candle.

He pushes the sleeves of his maroon shirt up. You know it’s a power move, always has been. His forearms are thick, and tattoos blanket his golden skin but never cover the scars.

He tells everyone they came from a fight with some unruly member, something dangerous and impressive. Most people believe him because it fits the myth of Ardent Pine—the fearsome head of the house, the man who commands respect wherever he goes. But you know better.

Those lines etched into his skin came from none other than Cupid. A Balinese cat. His favorite gal, he likes to say. She took a liking to you the moment you set foot in his apartment, though Ardent insists it’s just because you feed her too many treats. But you know he’s just jealous, she took such a shine to you so quickly.

Of course, no one else knows the truth.

Chris notices the movement, shoulders stiffening as they sit across from Ardent.

“Don’t look at them.”  Ardent growls, his voice deep and rough leaving no room for compromise. It’s not a suggestion, it’s a warning.

Chris hesitates, their gaze flickering between the two of you. A silent plea. Hoping you’ll get your boyfriend in check. Ardent doesn’t miss the way you tense under Chris’ stare. Your lips pressed even tighter. His hand shifts, finding the curve of your waist and resting there.

“Boss-“ Comes a meek voice behind you. They’re young, early 20’s if you had to guess. A new hire who has earned themselves the nickname of ‘kid’. They shift awkwardly, their gaze falling to the floor as soon as your eyes fall on them.

Ardent raises a hand without sparing a glance. “Not now. We’ve got company.”

“Sorry, sir. It’s just-“

Ardent clicks his tongue, turning to stare. He’s trying to give him a way out, a way to not exert his authority. While it’s expected, Ardent isn’t a fan. Never has been. “Listen, kid. Tell Cupid, we will be there when we’re done. Understood?”

The kid pales, nodding quickly before retreating, clearly eager to escape.

Shit…

It’s like all the air in the room is sucked out. That was the issue with being the head of a house — the one everyone watched, respected or feared. Eyes and ears were always on you. In this world, a name is a dangerous thing. It can be a calling card. The streets made sure of that. Cupid made sure of that.

And her name means something entirely different. It’s enough to silence a room. Because only a select few know that Cupid is a cat and not some assassin who ensures the debts are paid. That big furball is anything but trouble…well unless you’re Ardent. Utensils clatter, and Chris and Jade suck in a breath.

Ardent rolls his eyes, his lips pulling into a grin, but he quickly cools his expression. Turning to look at the two people in front of you. The two you’ve been eyeing. You heard Chris had recently expanded the law firm. Which would be fine if the expansion didn’t encroach into Ardent’s territory without his permission.

And he doesn’t let anyone fuck with what’s his. Well, unless you’re his niece, Cupid, or…his partner. To say you’re his weakness is fitting. But that’s not something to take easy. Not with the life Ardent lives and how dangerous it can be. It comes with perks, but it also comes with its own set of issues.

You’re not normally allowed to see the interworkings of the group, the meetings that take place. Normally kept at arm’s length to stay safe, but this time he requested you join him.

“You’ve got something to say for yourselves?”

Chris clears their throat, eyes sliding your way. But before they can speak, Ardent cuts them off.

“Don’t look at them,” he repeats. His hand tightens on your waist, pulling you closer. The message is clear: you’re his.

Chris exhales sharply, shoulders slump under the weight of Ardent’s command. But Jade? Who had sat here so quietly this entire time, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Jade.” Chris hisses.

“What? We didn’t! You’re acting like expanding the law firm was some sort of crime.”

“It is when it’s on my territory, and without my permission.” Ardent replies, his voice calm but razor-sharp.

She opens her mouth but Chris silences her, giving her a look that’s half pleading and half bewildered.

Ardent leans forward, his dark gaze never wavering as he takes a long drink of his Scotch. “Both of you. Apologize. Now.”

Jade throws her hair over her shoulder, scoffing at the order. “For what? We didn’t-“

While you notice Chris and Jade stiffening under Ardent’s smirks. It pulls at your gut, the way the scar cuts through. God, it makes him look villainous, and you should probably worry about finding it so attractive. But the way his tongue peeks through his teeth sends a shiver through you.

He turns to you, lifting his hand. You can hear the gasps and feel the tension in the air as it closes in on you. The number of people who expect the worst from him because of how he looks, or who he is, is disgusting. It always has been. Ardent wouldn’t hurt a hair on your head, not without your permission.

He rests his hand on your cheek, with so much tenderness it feels out of place. How many times have people told him how weak you make him, hell he even said the same. But this is deliberate. He wants them to see how he softens around you. How you anchor him and how much he cares for you.

The contrast always catches you off guard. This man—who could send people running in a different direction with just a glance could hold you like you were made of glass. And somehow, you’ve never felt safer.

That’s when it clicks. This isn’t about some expansion, it hasn’t been since you showed up. It’s about what they did to you.

“You’re going to apologize.” His gaze flickers to Chris, a challenge in his eyes. “And if I believe you, maybe you’ll make it out of here in one piece.”

Chris’ face pales, but Jade’s as defiant as ever.

“You can’t be serious-“

“Oh, I wasn’t asking. But make it harder on yourselves, fine by me. “I’m sure Cupid would love to meet you. She’s been hungry for some…new company.”

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"COME CLOSER, DARLING"

In honor to TLOU 2X01 being released, I wrote this fic with Joel 😉

I hope you like it! 🖤☝😌

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Anyone who knew Joel knew that going out on patrol wasn't one of his favorite things to do.

Normally, it was Ellie who did it with Tommy and the others, but that day he had plans with Dina, so he asked her to please take his place, just for that day.

Joel agreed because what else could he say to her? It wasn't like he had anything else to do anyway, so he mounted his horse and, after informing Maria of his departure, began his expedition.

He rode for several hours, never straying too far from where he had started.

Suddenly, the horse reared up, and Joel stroked its mane tenderly before looking up at the grassy road in front of him.

"What's up, girl?" he asked the animal in a low voice. "What did you see?"

The animal couldn't answer him, but when it heard a scream coming from about 20 meters away, it was all the answer it needed.

Joel spurred his horse in that direction, hiding behind a thick mass of branches and vines.

He ducked between the cars to hide and walked to the source of the screams.

He peered over one of the vehicles, observing the scene unfolding in front of him.

A girl ran desperately, while several runners chased her. Joel watched as she tried to reload the pistol in her hands, failing miserably due to nerves.

If he didn't do something, the infected would kill her. Joel had seen enough people die.

He didn't want the same thing to happen to you, so he sprang into action.

He emerged from his hiding place, his shotgun drawn, and whistled to draw them toward him.

"Hey, you guys!" he shouted, causing the runners to whip their heads around, momentarily forgetting about you. "Come and get me!"

You watched in horror as the ten infected ran toward the unknown man, who pulled the trigger of his weapon every time one of them approached, instantly blowing their heads off.

Within seconds, a trail of corpses surrounded him.

He took a few deep breaths before focusing on you. His gaze was kind and compassionate.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking around, checking that everything was clear for the moment.

"It could be worse," you replied. "If you hadn't shown up… I would have…"

"But I showed up," he stopped you gently. "I'm here," he repeated. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe."

"How do I know I can trust you?" you questioned. He held your gaze steadily.

"You can't," he decreed, gesturing to where he had hidden the horse. "Are you coming or are you staying?"

You weighed your options until you ended up choosing the most obvious.

You wrapped your arms around his waist to keep from falling.

He couldn't help but revel in the delicate, gentle touch of your hands and the way you rested your head on his back to nap every now and then.

You arrived in the city as the sun was setting over the horizon, at which point, after he introduced you to Maria, he took you to his house where you would spend the night.

"I hope you don't mind sleeping here for a while," he said, positioning the house a little. "We're working on a construction plan to build more houses before summer arrives," he explained. "This will give us more space in case more refugees arrive."

"Are there still people out there?" you asked, astonished. "Flesh-and-blood people, not infected?"

"Yes, they still exist," he nodded, sitting in the armchair opposite you. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth."

"I see," you murmured. You remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "Thanks for saving my life."

"It's part of the job," he replied casually. "What's your name?"

"Y/N," you murmured. He nodded.

"That's a beautiful name," he smiled. "I'm Joel."

"Nice to meet you, Joel," you whispered, bringing your hand to your side in a wince.

Joel's face twisted in concern.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, when I was trying to get an infected person off me…"

"Did he bite you?" Joel asked, fearful. I didn't want to have to kill you now that he was starting to like you.

"I was going to say, he pushed me against one of the cars," you said, partially lifting your shirt to reveal your abdomen, where there was a shallow cut. "… with the bad luck that one of them had a broken rearview mirror." You ended up wincing as you readjusted yourself in the chair. "I don't know if I have any glass stuck under my skin."

"Don't move, I'll get the first aid kit," Joel said, quickly getting up to get the things he needed to treat you.

When he came back, you lifted your shirt, and he put on his glasses to get a better look at your wound.

They fit very well, which made you blush when you realized you were staring at him too much.

"It's not deep, but I have to stitch it up so it doesn't get infected." He looked up at you as he grabbed a needle and thread. "It won't hurt, I promise."

"I'm not… very needle fanatic—you swallowed nervously. He gently fixed his brown eyes on yours.

“Squeeze my arm.”

“What?”

“If it hurts, you can squeeze my arm. I won’t complain,” he offered. You nodded slowly. “Ready?”

“I think so.” You took a deep breath and held it as he began to stitch you up.

You dug your nails into his shoulder a couple of times, but he didn’t seem to notice, as he continued treating you as if nothing had happened.

Then he pulled away and took off his glasses, simultaneously cutting the remaining thread.

"There you go," he announced as he disinfected the needle. "You did very well," he smiled, making you blush violently.

"Thanks," you whispered. "But the credit goes to you. You're the one who cured me."

"It's no big deal. I've stitched up other people before," he said, beginning to gather things. "After a while, you get used to it."

"Sure," you murmured as he disappeared to leave the first-aid kit in the bathroom.

When he came back, he did so with an oversized sweatshirt and pants that were more tailored to your size.

"I thought you'd want to change," he said, handing you your clothes. "You can also take a shower if you want; we have hot water."

"A shower would be nice," you agreed, making him smile. "Thanks again."

"You're welcome, kiddo" he murmured as you disappeared into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, you came out wearing the clothes Joel had lent you.

He looked up from the book he was reading to look at you. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he did so.

"What's wrong?" you asked, seeing him looking at you.

"Nothing, it's just that my sweatshirt fits you like a dress," he laughed, looking you up and down. "It suits you better than it does me."

"It's very warm," you said, putting your hands in your bags. "Aren't you cold?" He pointed at the fireplace beside him. "Of course, I didn't realize." You smiled, sitting back down in the chair you'd been in before.

"I didn't want you to catch a cold," he confessed after a few moments of silence. "So I gave you the warmest sweatshirt I had."

"That's… very kind of you, Joel," you whispered. He held your gaze firmly.

"Have anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he blurted out suddenly, making your eyes widen.

"I think th-if they had told me, I'd remember." You swallowed hard. "Why do you ask?"

"You're welcome, I'm just pointing out a fact," he murmured. "Even though I can't see you well from this distance, the lines on your face tell me my statement is true." He smiled at how your breath hitched at his words, patting his knees lightly. "Come closer, darling," he asked. "My eyes aren't what they used to be, you know? And I want to see you properly."

Slowly, you sat on his lap. His eyes scanned your face before a smile spread across his lips.

"Just like I was saying," he whispered, lowering his gaze to your mouth. "Perfect," he added more to himself than to you.

"Joel…"

"Y/N," he mimicked you. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, and instantly, he placed his lips against yours with need, your fingers tangling in his gray locks.

He shifted you onto his lap, resting his hands on your hips so you were straddling him as he continued kissing you.

Now his lips were on your neck, his trimmed beard tickling your pulse point.

He held your face in his hands, deepening the kiss, making you gasp against him.

"I have rough hands," he commented when he broke away for a moment. "I guess it's from holding the horse's reins, wielding weapons, chopping wood, and all the rest of it."

"Never mind, Joel, I…" You pressed your lips into a thin line, embarrassed. "I like it."

"I see," he murmured, giving an amused smile. "My girl likes my big, rough hands, right?" he asked, and you nodded slowly. "Because that's what you are, you know, right?"

"What?" you asked, not knowing what he meant

“You’re mine,” he said, kissing you again. “MY girl,” he repeated, taking off his shirt and you doing the same with the pants he had lent you. “Spread your legs, baby,” he ordered kindly. “Spread your legs and look at me while you do it,” he whispered, and you did. “Oh, that’s it,” he celebrated, smiling. “Fuck yes, that’s perfect, good girl,” he praised, making you gasp at the name. “I need to taste you,” he growled. “I want to feel your orgasm when you cum on my tongue,” he whispered. “But first, I must ask you if this is what you want.”

“Yes,” you nodded firmly.

“I want you to forget absolutely everything tonight,” he began. “About your life, about the people you’ve lost, and about those who are still out there,” he whispered. “I want your mind to be focused only on me, on us, on this moment, and on the pleasure I’m going to give you.”

You felt like you were going to faint when his tongue slipped between your folds, finding your clit. It didn't take long for you to come; a couple of licks and two tugs with his teeth, and you were a trembling mess in his arms.

You caught your breath for a moment, and then you kneel down and return the favor.

Then he stopped being gentle, held you by the hips, and sat you on his bed, inserting himself inside you in one swift thrust.

He lightly covered your mouth with the palm of his hand.

"This is what you wanted, right, precious?" he growled, thrusting against you. "Did you want your savior to fuck you like you deserve?"

"Yes!" you whimpered. "Please, Joel, I need…"

"I know, baby, cum for me."

After that, he took you in his arms, and just before you fell asleep, you heard him say:

"I'm glad Ellie asked me to go on patrol instead of her"

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!!

Welcome back! =D

Part 2

Warning: long, long post (also a part 2 but I think y'all are used to it by now-) 😊😅

MattMick!! Also, Beer looking between them like that and Q and Toey peeking from behind cracked me up hehe

Also, does that mean Beer is single? Wait, maybe he's aroace. That'd be really cool.

I did see some hints of a throuple of him and MattMick, but I'm happy with either option.

SO CUTE 🥺🫶🏼

Poor QToey 😭

Their romantic moment got rained on so hard-

Exhibit: Here you can see three males from the species Homo sexuals. Two of them are already mated, and the third is in the courting process. We think the other male is interested too.

Oh- But I thought- oh, this makes sense actually. So the others know. I mean not really surprising when you think about it, to be honest.

With his unprecedented levels of obliviousness? Yeah, no, I get where you're coming from, Chain.

That's your biggest concern about getting a penguin?? 😭😭

Why does Peem look like the exasperated mom friend of the group 😭

After all the tiny crumbs of the past *checks notes* 8262 eps, this is a lot of progress.

HANDS. (I will never stop screaming about hands.)

Cuteee

Peem, babe, he hardly ever goes to class anyways. He's too busy following you around like a puppy.

Me, who holds handholding above everything else (yes, even sex): *DEEP BREATHS THROUGH THE NOSE* I'm fine. *SMOKE COMING OUT OF EARS* Totally fine.

Nothing to say, just a really good shot. (Also, Phuwin's exasperated smile seemed too real and then I learned Pond improvised that scene and yeah, that explains it)

ChainPun: only two people with matching pillow cases

QToey: missing (me?) [Sorry I couldn't resist 😭]

TanFang: peacefully asleep

PhumPeem: chronic insomnia, aggravated by Tan's snores

Matt: cuddling Mick

Beer: dreaming of him and his friends and their boyfriends all graduating with good grades

ChainPun. <33

Let me wrap this moment in my memory forever. (I tried to adjust the lighting a bit but it didn't really work out 😭)

AJSSHUJKJ!!!!! THEY GIVE ME TWO MAKE OUT SESSIONS WITHIN THE SPAN OF LIKE 4 MINUTES AND EXPECT ME TO BE SANE ABOUT IT???

No.

Look, we all expected this. I even said on record I wouldn't survive. And all that mental Muay Thai still didn't prepare me for this.

Till now, I have watched 60 BLs, give or take, so I've seen a lot of NC scenes. Compared to some of them, this is very PG-13, but this one really got me, like very few sex scenes have managed to. The intimacy, the palpable love, want. It all came together so beautifully in this scene.

Them saying 'I love you' during sex is canon! Yay! I knew it in my guts (wrote a fic about it) but feels so good to be right in canon hehe.

"I love you too, now kiss me again."

HANDS!!!! (It's canon now, they hold hands during sex, and so I can freely write a fic about it. Not that something not being canon ever stopped me but yeah.)

Fang: my brother is in safe hands. 😌

Also, love how Peem didn't hesitate to at the chance to kick both brothers and make it a streak 😭👍🏼

Honestly though, this scene shows that Peem is going to go to very long lengths to make sure Phum is okay, even kicking his own brother (which assures me that Peem maybe wouldn't hesitate that much to sucker punch their dad either, which is important information to have for possible future fics.)

How can one man be so goddamn cute??

The whimpering puppy noises- 😭

Cakes are so hard to bake, for real. This one is so cute though 😭😭🫶🏼

Puppy Phum- honestly is anyone surprised? No? Thought so.

This smile-

It holds so much happiness and the brunt of so many years of trauma. It's so beautiful. I'm probably gonna rewatch the heck out of this scene.

I end Part 1 here, Part 2 will be out (hopefully) soon!

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊 (All mistakes are mine, but in my defense, I literally fell asleep while writing this.)

Here, have a pie (of your favourite flavour) 🥧

[azsazz]

More vamp azzy as we all desperately need.

This one is a request from an anon: “Okay so for vamp Az. I’m not sure if vampires eat anything other than blood but if not, then imagine him trying to cook anything for reader because she got sick or something. I don’t want to get into too many details since you only asked for ideas so totally no pressure! I fell hopelessly in love with vamp Az and am so excited for more!! ❤️‍🔥And spooky season is coming and it just fits perfectly 😌🧛🏼”

**Not edited!**

A clatter from the kitchen shocks you from your sleep. Your eyes are heavy and sore, nose stuffed and mouth dry. You cough a little as you swallow, trying to wet your throat and gather your bearings.

Your blanket sits heavy on your body, and you notice not only one, but three thick comforters piled up and tucked under your chin. You’re a cocoon of warmth, and despite the chill wracking your bones, sweat dampens your forehead.

The couch is as good as any bed, but the room is missing the body of the vampire you’ve become accustomed to seeing. Azriel doesn’t need sleep, not that you have noticed anyway, but he often never lets you leave his sight, even if he knows you’re in your rooms or his excellent hearing picks up on you prowling around his home during the daylight hours.

You’ve grown into his schedule, sleeping away the days and staying up during the nights. You hadn’t even realized you’d been doing it until as of late. It had been purely survival instinct at first, to stay up for as long as possible. You pulled open the thick, black, heavy curtains to let the sun stream through the windows, hoping it would keep Azriel away from you, but he’d only reached into the blazing sun to pull them shut again. It how his hands got like this, you realized, when they had started sizzling and one had caught fire from the sun. He hadn’t hissed, but the hazel of his eyes gleamed in a way that had scared you and made your stomach twist. It was paired with a hint of fang, the curve of his lips telling you all you needed to know about him.

You weren’t going anywhere.

The other night, you had attempted escape, to no avail.

Azriel had been away at one of his meetings, with whom or about what you didn’t know, but you’d managed to shimmy open one of the ancient windows. There was a storm raging, and it seemed like the perfect escape. The rain would cover your scent and would wash away your footprints in the mud.

You hadn’t anticipated being hunted through the woods.

Being out in the rain that long hadn’t been good for you, but the fucking you received when Azriel had found you had almost made it worth it. He’d taken you right there in the middle of the forest, and then again when he wrangled you home and lit a fire in the hearth so big it rivaled those of Hel. He’d been silent the entire time, even as he lied you down to dry and fucked you deep. You thought your shivering body was due to his cold hands and wicked tongue, not the oncoming cold.

The noise is followed by a low string of curses that you’re sure he means to keep soft. Your eyes slide shut again, exhausted and too achy to move.

It’s better to keep silent, not draw his attention to you no matter how badly you want a glass of water.

It doesn’t take long for him to enter the room. He holds a bowl in one hand and helps you sit up with the other. You can’t help but notice the bulge of his biceps from underneath his tight shirt as he does so, and you didn’t think that your mouth could possibly get any drier, but here you are.

You stare at the bowl wearily, then back up at him, heart stumbling at the nervous look on his face.

“You can cook?” You ask, watching as he paces to the hearth to stoke the fire. He avoids your eyes, not wanting to see the sympathy swimming in them.

“I used to be able to, once upon a time,” Azriel’s voice is soft, longing. He can no longer consume food that sustains you, you realize. You find yourself aching for him, a little.

“And now you can’t eat,” you trail off, glancing to your bowl again. It smells delicious, the scents of vegetables and spices filling the room with warmth. Your freezing fingers are beginning to thaw already.

Azriel shakes his head in response, gesturing to the bowl. You pick up the spoon, dipping it into the bowl. You see the carrots and shallots swimming in it, along with barley and herbs that make it taste like heaven.

You can’t help but to groan pleasurably, the flavors exploding on your tongue. “For someone who can’t eat, this is delicious.”

“I can eat, but there’s no use,” Azriel says, eyes intent on you as he watches you take another bite. He’s filled with pleasure at the sight of you enjoying something he’d made for you, and he can admit that he did have fun being in the kitchen again. “Everything tastes boring and it’s not the kind of thing that can sustain me.”

Right. Your stomach swirls, thinking about the blood he needs to consume in order to survive. You feel a little sick at the thought that this is what he’s taken you for, to use you for pleasure to ultimately drain you one day.

You shiver but shove the thought away. Azriel’s eyes grow warmer with each spoonful you take, and there’s something itching at you to be nice to him, despite everything that’s happened between the both of you. He had taken you in from the rain, most likely saving your life in the process, and now he’s feeding you.

You find a part of yourself wanting to return the favor.

“Eat with me,” you say, patting the spot you’d just sat up from. It’s piled with pillows but you can surely shove them aside to make room for Azriel.

“What?” He asks, brows furrowing deeply. He looks like he’s about to protest but you’re cutting him off before he can.

“Come on, come eat with me.”

Azriel stares at you like you’ve grown a second head and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“I just told you that it doesn’t matter if I eat.”

“Then come eat.”

It’s clear you’re not giving up on this. Azriel sighs, pushing to his feet and striding towards the kitchen to get his own bowl.

But you’re a stubborn one. He doesn’t expect you to grab for him, and you’re as quick as an asp. He’s not expecting the feel of your hands on his exposed forearms, sleeves of his thick, black shirt rolled up to keep away from the food as he was cooking.

“You can share with me.”

“No,” he says, voice harsh and demanding. “You ned to eat.”

You quirk a brow. “Afraid of catching a little cold?”

Azriel can’t contain the rolling of his eyes and you want to laugh at how human it makes him look.

“I can’t catch a cold.”

“Of course you can’t,” you agree, shoving the pillows onto the floor and biting back a grin at Azriel’s grimace. “Now sit down and eat.”

[charmingradiobelle]

Genuine question: Why do you ship Radiobelle? I've seen a lot of people doing it, and I'm curious as to what the appeal is!

The real question is, why do people ship anything? Why do we all see two or sometimes more characters interact with each other and imagine how cool it would be if they both had deep-seated romantic feelings for the other?

Answer: cuz we can!😌

Idk about the rest of you, but I don’t exactly have much control over what I ship and don’t ship😅 I just see the characters together and my brain randomly decides either “yes I want them to make out” or “nooo I don’t really see it”

But as for Radiobelle specifically, there’s just something about them that my silly fangirl heart can’t resist. While I am fairly new to the HH fandom, I did watch the pilot around the time it came out and a small part of me did ship them back then. But I never really allowed myself to indulge in it and I just wasn’t that into the show anyway so I didn’t bother. Now, after actually watching the episodes and engaging in fandom content, I finally embraced the cringe to the full extent and let myself be consumed by the radio demon and his charming demon belle! :P

Now I’m aware that the majority of people don’t like Radiobelle, or even full-on hate it for multiple reasons. Sure, whatever. You don’t have to like every ship, nor does anyone expect you to! I can understand it’s not for everybody. The main thing that bugs me, though, is when people try to start arguments about why it’ll never be canon and why you shouldn’t ship it. “Charlie is with Vaggie and Alastor is aro/ace!” People ship Alastor with a multitude of other characters and nobody bats an eye,, why is it only when you see him being drawn with Charlie that you lose your shit and get offended about his sexuality being ‘erased’? (That’s a topic for a whole other post tbh). And people can ship Charlie with other people. Hell, they DO! I’ve seen numerous art of her and other characters.

Then there’s also the “Alastor thinks of her as his daughter!” See, I want everybody to actually watch episode 5 again and come back to me on this. No, he fucking does not. The only reason he was saying any of that was to get under Lucifer’s skin. That’s it. That was his whole intention. He doesn’t like Lucifer and wanted to rub it in his face that he has been a lousy father to his daughter, in comparison to all the ways he has helped her, with the hotel and whatever else.

Phew, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way! Onto why Radiobelle has stolen my heart!

I just love their dynamic and it all really started with the pilot. Alastor—this mysterious force of nature who can kill anyone and anything, is capable of unimaginable power and torture—randomly showing up on the doorstep of a hotel to help out. And literally no one else trusts him (reasonably so) but Charlie, the good-hearted soul she is, lets him in. She’s cautious, of course, but she’s giving him the chance to do some good because that’s what her dream is all about!

Now while I do wish they had some more interactions in the actual show, what we have so far is scrumptious✨ Alastor may have been giving an abundance of praise to Charlie to piss off her dad, but I don’t think he was lying. Deep down I’m sure he is enjoying the time they’ve spent together—even if he doesn’t fully realize it. Charlie defends Al’s sadistic behavior to her dad because he was doing it to defend the hotel (and bc he’s a cocky mf lol but it’s endearing to her in a way).

Oh and don’t even get me STARTED on episode 7 bro,, omfg the content!! The way he’s extra touchy with her even after they’ve made their deal. Her being nervous and stressed out but he encourages her anyway and verbally admits that he had faith in her the whole time. Him giving her his microphone—which is likely the main source of his power as shown in episode 8 (where he let her use his mic AGAIN!!!) which just shows how much he actually trusts her,, UGH it’s just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 give me more!!

Now, do I expect Radiobelle to become canon? No. Would it be fucking awesome if it did? Oh absolutely. But I know it won’t, and I don’t care! I’m having the time of my life shipping these two hell-dwelling idiots and I don’t care what anyone says about it!😋

[itsascreambaby96]

Eddie Munson as Ghostface? With Reader?

Halloween pranks turned into fun time in the bedroom?

Warnings: 18+, mdni!!!!! Everyone is over 18. Knife play! Mentions of murder (no one gets killed) Oral (male recieving), this is pure smut. Plot? I don't know her. P in v sex. Bit mean!Eddie (just a tiny bit). If I missed anything let me know.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hehe my love that is a brilliant idea. And I am honoured to write my first Eddie piece for you😁 you know this was the final push to write that piece we were talking about a few weeks ago🤭 is this my favourite thing ever? Yes. Yes it is😌

Also applications for a boyfriend or girlfriend to do this with me are still open😅

It's a scream baby!

Eddie has been teasing you with his stupid mask all month already. And you were only half way through October. Giving you creepy calls, asking you about your favourite scary movie, which ended in hot telephone sex. Jumping out from behind the fridge, which led to Eddie hitting it from behind over the kitchen counter. Or jumping from behind a door, which ended in sex against the wall. Or jumping out of your wardrobe, which led to sex on your bed. There was no limit for him. Not like he didn't get to scare and kill people. He did. He just loved making you jump.

Of course you knew he was the famous Ghostface killer. It wasn't hard to figure out considering your High School bully wound up dead, a day after you told your boyfriend Eddie about what happened back then. You weren't sorry for them. It's what they deserved. It was also kinda hot and you might or might have not had the best sex after he admitted it. Of course he was wearing the mask, who might still have had some blood on it.

Eddie knew you had a thing for Slashers. The way you always look at them when you two watched a horror movie was a tell tale sign. And he was so excited about the thing he had planned. In his head is was coming together perfectly.

You found a part time volunteer job for the corn maze in Hawkins. The uniform wasn't much, basically just a vest and the rest were your own clothes. It was pretty chill most days. You only had to call someone 4 times yet cause some people got lost.

Today had been a quiet day and it was closing time. Your co worker left you to do the final round alone because he had an important date apparently and it couldn't wait. He was an asshole anyway so you were glad he was gone.

With your fleshlight in hand you went through the maze. You knew every path by now. It wasn't completely dark yet but having the flashlight gave you a bit of safety.

You had a weird feeling going in but it was probably nothing. You were almost finished now, already making your way back and you still couldn't shake that weird feeling. Like your were being watched and followed. Looking behind you, you saw nothing. You were going just a tad quicker just in case.

And then you heard it, a twig snapped behind you and you froze. Someone was definitely behind you. It was darker now but you didn't need your fleshlight to see who was behind you. The white mask reflected the moonlight. Black empty eyes kept looking at you. You let out a breath, fairly certain that it was Eddie. Who else would it be? Though in this town you could never be too sure.

So you said "Fuck Eddie you almost gave me a heartattack!"

Ghostface tilted his head slightly. Fuck those eyes didn't give anything away.

"I am not Eddie." You gulped at the deep modulated voice. You know it was him. 99.99% sure. But to pretend he was just a nameless killer? It kinda rilled you up.

"Oh you wanna play psycho killer? Can I be the helpless victim? Ok let's see. No please don't kill me Mister Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel." You looked at him with fake innocent eyes.

You could hear Eddie snicker and you were relieved you were right.

"You better run fast, princess. If I catch you, it's over for you." That same deep voice spoke again. Your eyes widen, excitement bubbling up.

He came a step towards you, then another and another, before you were darting off, Ghostface right behind you. You knew this maze by heart, so it was definitely on purpose that you ran into a dead end so Eddie would catch you. Of course you didn't let him know that.

You muttered an audible "Fuck" and turned around. You could hear Eddie tsk behind you. He was closer than you initially thought. A surprise gasp leaving you as his leather gloved hand wrapped around the base of your neck lightly. Eddie lightly ran his knife over your cheek. Your heart was beating wildly, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"Poor thing. Now what to do with you?" It was kind of thrilling that you couldn't see Eddie's face, yet his movements were so telling.

The pointy tip of his knife was under your chin, slowly lifting your head. The fact that it was a real knife and he could cut you with it, the danger of it all, only added to your arousal. You were sure your panties were already drenched.

Eddie slowly dragged the knife down your throat, only adding a tiny bit of pressure so you could feel the weight of the situation.

And you certainly did, it also turned you on immensely.

"Is there any way I can safe my life?" You were batting your eyelashes at him.

"I can think of a few things." Eddie dragged his knife up your thigh and under your skirt, making goosebumps rise on your skin. Then he kept dragging the dull end of the knife against your pussy over your panties, making you moan.

"On your knees Princess." Eddie pulled the knife back and you quickly got onto your knees in fron of him. Lifting his robe and opening his pants to pull Eddie's cock out. He was already hard. So you weren't the only one getting turned on by this.

"It's not gonna suck it self. So if you want your life spared, I suggest you start. And you better make it good." God that voice. Your pussy clenched around nothing.

You licked a long strip from base to top, wrapping your lips around his deep pink tip, licking off some of the precum. You repeated this motion a few times making sure all of his dick got wet with your saliva. Then you wrapped your lips around the tip again, letting your tongue glide over his slit. Eddie kept groaning and moaning the whole time, biting his lip under the mask.

You were enjoying this as much as he was, your juices already ruined your panties. Slowly you went to take more of him into your mouth until you couldn't take it anymore. Breathing through your nose you started to bob your head up and down. Your hand wrapping around what you couldn't fit into your mouth.

Your movements started slow but your pace became quicker by the minute. Occasionally you kept sucking on his sensitive tip. The low moans Eddie made only spurred you on. Drool was running down your chin mixed with his precum. Eddie loved messy blowjobs.

He tried to hold back the urge to fuck into your throat but his self-control was running thin.

"Hands behind your back princess." His voice was even deeper now, even with the changed voice.

You looked up at him with doe eyes, making Eddie twitch in your mouth. You put your arms behind your back and Eddie gripped your hair right as he made his first thrust. It was slow, as if to test you were ok with this. Once he saw you were eager and waiting he didn't hold back anymore. A gargled sound leaving you as he fucked his whole length into you. More drool and precum dribbling out of your mouth, down your chin. Your eyes began to water but you kept the same look on your face to let Eddie know you were enjoying this as much as he was.

Shoving the entirety of his cock down your throat he kept you in place. Your nose touching the soft tufft of his pubic hair. Tears wear running down your face now, completely ruinning your mascara.

You looked all the fucked out little slut Eddie knows you are only for him. That fact almost made him come.

He pulled you back by the hair after a few seconds, letting you take in some much needed air, before he pushed inside again and holding you there.

He repeated this for a while, you looking messier and messier every time he let you come up for air. And he was definitely getting off on this. His pace got quicker, you knew he was close. His cock throbbing in your mouth and with one final push he came. Groaning, he held you there until the last drop, then finally realising you from his grip. You were coughing a little, drool and some of his come on your chin, your mascara all over the place and your hair all tangled up. Eddie loved it.

He put his dick back into his pant and softly helped you stand up. You gave him a reassuring smile. Your knees hurted now but you knew he would take care of you.

"You did so well princess. But I am not done with you yet." With that he dragged you back to his van. Good for him that he knew the maze too. You were stumbling a little and were glad when you finally reached the van.

He opened the back door, and you saw an old mattress and a blanket on top of it. He really did plan this all through.

He pushed you inside and onto the mattress, making you giggle a little. Not bothering to close the door, Eddie got on top of you, still wearing his mask. He took off your vest and your shirt. Your skirt followed suit. Now he made a show out of cutting your bra and panties off. One of his favourite things to do during foreplay. The cold metal of the knife made you shiver.

He circled the tip of the knife around your nipples until they perked, giving a deep, satisfied hum. Slowly he dragged the knife over your stomach down to your pussy. His other gloved hand was running through your wet folds.

"All this shit got you this wet? What a dirty little slut you are. Letting a killer teat you like this and then letting him fuck you. Tsk, pathetic, really." He pulled his hand up to inspect the glove. It was glistening with your arousal in the moonlight that came into the van.

Taking the tip of the knife again he began circling your clit. A whiny moan escaped you as the cold metal came in touch with your heated pussy. But you were enjoying yourself. He didn't keep this teasing up for long and threw his knife to the side. Pulling his robes up he took his pants and boxers off. His dick was already hard again.

He didn't waste more time, spreading your legs he pushed inside of you with one quick push. You threw your head back both in pleasure and pain from the stretch.

"Fuck always the best fucking pussy. Sucking me in so deep." Eddie grit out between his teeth. He could spend hours inside of you if you'd let him. Usually he gave you time to adjust but he was really impatient today and so he didn't give you as much time to adjust to his length and girth. Instead he almost completely pulled out of you and snapped right back into you, knocking the wind out of you.

You let out a choked moan as Eddie kept drilling into you and soon the pain vanished and all that was left was hot pleasure.

You wanted to hold onto him but as quick as lightning he grapped your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand. Black eyes staring at you. The sorta anonymity made you clench tight around Eddie's dick making him groan.

With every hard thrust the mattress moved but you could care less about that. You were biting your lip to quieten some of your moans but Eddie wasn't having it.

"You better moan as loud as you want, because I want every damn person in this town to know how good I am making you feel." He was almost growling and who were you to say no to him. And so you released every moan and whine and groan you wanted. The squelching sound of your pussy adding to the erotic of this whole situation.

Eddies thrusts became harder, sloppier and erratic. You knew he was getting close again but you also knew he wanted you to come first.

His hand moved between tthe two of you and he started to rub circles against your clit, using the right pressure and pace to match his thrusts.

Like this, it didn't take long for you to tip over the edge. Your ears started to ring and a loud high pitched moan came out of you. Your legs wrapping around Eddie, locking him in, as he too, reached his end, emtpying himself deep inside of you.

Once you've both calmed down Eddie finally took off his mask and the robe as well as his shirt. He pulled out of you, colapsing next to you onto the mattress and pulling you into his arms. He gave you a long and meaningful kiss that made you melt. Your heart was still hammering against your chest.

"Was it everything you dreamt of?" His voice sounded normal again, making you relax instantly.

"No. It was even better." Your voice was hoarse but that was to be expected. You didn't mind.

"I'm glad." Eddie kissed the top of your head. You two kept laying there for a little while longer before driving home and taking a well deserved shower. After another round, consisting of Eddie eating you out you fell asleep exhausted but oh so satisfied. You definitely planned on doing this again.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (44)

Festus: Hi, Coryo, my cabbage loving bestie, how’s life?

Coryo: Not good, not great, not terrible. How’s detention?

Festus: Great!

Coryo: You skipped it again, didn’t you.😒

Festus: As always.😌

Coryo: Well, good for you-

Festus: Me and Pup are planning to dumpster dive today. Wanna join?

Coryo: Sure. I’ll go. Free food is free food.

Festus: Exactly!

Coryo: But which dumpster are we raiding now?

Pup: Highbottom’s.😌

Coryo: Sign me up! Let’s go-

Apollo: Hey, guys, can we join too?

Diana: Pretty please?🥺

Festus: The more the merrier!

Coryo: But Seriously, guys, we should go now before Highbottom finds out and punish us again-

Sejanus: Hey, Coryo, my ✨LOVE✨, can I dumpster dive with you too?

Coryo: Why would you want to dumpster dive for food? You’re rich-

Sejanus: But I’ll protect you-

Coryo: From what? From rats??

Sejanus: Yes! So please take me with you!🥺🙏

Coryo: Okay, Babe. You can be our lookout.

Sejanus: Yey! Thanks, Coryo, my love, you’re the best!😘

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you say, Babe.

Pup: By the way, whose car are we taking?

Festus: Sorry. We can’t take mine. My mama said no.

Sejanus: My scheming old man will strangle me if he ever finds out.

Apollo: I only have a tiny scooter.

Diana: Me too.😞

Coryo: Well, don’t look at me. You all know that I don’t have a car-

Sejanus: I can give you one, my love!

Coryo: Not now, Babe.

Diana: Oh, I have an idea! We should just borrow Highbottom’s car instead!

Festus: Or Livia’s hot pink limousine.

Coryo: The one that sparkles under the sun?

Diana: How about we take both?

Apollo: That’s brilliant!

Sejanus: But we don’t have their car keys-

Androcles: Luckily, I already have them with me.😎

Apollo: Andie?!

Coryo: When did you get here?!

Festus: Shouldn’t you be in detention with me?!

Androcles: Detention? Never heard of her. But anyway, I got Livia’s sparkly car keys-

Diana: You stole them.

Androcles: Of course~.😏

Pup: But how did you get Highbottom’s?

Androcles: Felix gave them to me for safe keeping after that last fiasco-

Coryo: You mean that infamous ✨WinterFest✨ incident where drunk Highbottom tried to ram his car into Heavensbee Hall when Strabo Plinth asked me to dance with him?

Sejanus: To be fair, my drunk old man thought you were the infamously gorgeous Crassus Snow.

Coryo: Don’t remind me.😞

Androcles: Yup! That’s the one.

Apollo: Well, Andie, can you drive?

Androcles: No. But I have this fake driver’s license that I’ve stolen from Dennis last week. So-

Pup: That’s a yes for me!

Festus: I’ll drive!😎

Apollo: But I wanna drive.🥺

Diana: I call shotgun!

Coryo: Could be worse. Let’s go, Babe.

Sejanus: Best day ever!😍

*Hours later, inside Casca’s office*

Prof.Sickle: Sir, I think you need to turn on the news.

Casca: Why? It’s too early for me to watch Weather Boy embarrass himself in front of Panem-

Prof.Sickle: Just turn on the TV.

Casca: Ugh! Fine! There-

Lucky: Breaking News! Seven students from a certain Capitol Academy were caught recklessly driving the exclusive hot pink limousine of Monster Cardew- I mean, Mrs. Cardew!

Casca: I’m pretty sure those idiots don’t go to my school-

Lucky: Mr. Snow, are you aware that reckless driving is a serious crime?

Coryo: They just kidnapped me and my boyfriend, officer!

Sejanus: We’re innocent!

Pup: I don’t know these people!

Apollo: I’m too pretty for prison!

Diana: Livia gave us permission!

Androcles: You can’t arrest me! I’m a minor!

Festus: Dean Highbottom made us do it!

Lucky: Ok. Well, you heard it from them, folks! Dean Highbottom made them do it! Back to you, Malmsey!

Casca: FML.😩🔪

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Hi Vera😌❤️

ugh how did I miss your prompts invitation??😩😭

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

"How was I supposed to know?"

with Ari and reader :3

I'm thinking it's a best friend trope but with a lot of banter and jabbing. Maybe Ari shares something he likes/some amazing skill with reader but reader has completely no idea he's into this. Maybe reader has a little falling out with Ari and rolls her eyes at him and say "I can't believe we're friends." But you can write a completely different idea too, it's your call :3

Hii🥰

Well now you know 😋🤣

Best friend Ari aww, love this! Okay let’s think about something with the prompts:

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

"How was I supposed to know?"

Prompts here

Don’t forget to like, comment and reblog!!❤️❤️

You laughed when Ari started putting up a little tower of coins on his elbow, wanting to show you something cool. „Ari, I believe you. You don’t have to-“ „no, no, I can tell you don’t believe me. I have amazing party Tricks just wait-I need one more coin. Do you have one? Gimme one, come on, don’t be like that-” Ari’s whiny voice made you chuckle as you shook your head, but you gave him a coin anyway.

„Fine you big baby, now show me the cool and amazing party trick, even though I don’t know why you wanna show it so badly”, you shook your head, watching as ari still put up the tower of coins on his arm.

Just when he reached out for the last coin he accidentally dropped all of them onto the floor, the coins rolling everywhere also beneath the couch.

“Ari you dumbass…”, you chuckled, head shaking, watching as he fell to his knees and started collecting the quarters, reaching under the couch. You watched him a bit longer before sighing.

From all the people your heart could’ve chosen, it chose this idiot?

„can you get the last coin? My arm doesn’t fit under the couch. Probably because of my amazing biceps-“ “Jesus Ari, I’ll get it if you promise to shut up”, you laughed, kneeling next to the couch while he sat up again. A smirk crept onto his lips and he opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him. “Don’t you dare or you’ll regret it”, he shut his mouth, but didn’t stop smirking.

Idiot.

You reached under the couch for the last coin, but it was hard to reach since your arm wasn’t long enough. “Are you stuck? I hope you’re stuck, I love the cliché po-“ “I’m not you dork”, you grabbed the coin and sat up again, pressing it to his forehead-it stayed like that for a few seconds to your surprise.

After you sat down comfortably he started putting up the little tower back onto his elbow. “And now look- hey, are you watching? Look-“ “Ari I’m watching, yes.” You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking your head at him. Again.

Within seconds he moved quickly moving his arm forward, catching all the quarters at once. Brightly grinning, he looked back at you.

A laugh escaped your throat at how proud he seemed.

He was such a dork.

And you loved this about him. But you’d never tell him that.

“You’re such an idiot”, you chuckled at him, watching him repeat his trick a few times, while you reached out for your book on the coffee table. Your gaze fell onto him one more time when he dropped the quarters again. “I can’t believe we’re friends sometimes”, you whispered amused as his ass stuck upwards while he tried to reach a coin from under the couch.

Ari immediately lifted his head, accidentally hitting his head against the coffee table making you laugh even more. “I think we’re a pretty good team, you know-the bookworm and the cool guy-“ “I’m not a bookworm, Ari”, a grin crept onto your lips while you closed your book and placed it back onto the table. “And you’re definitely not cool. You’re just a dork” “at least I’m your dork.”

Oh you wished.

“We wanted to watch a movie, you chose”, you said while sitting into a comfortable position, leaning against Ari. Just like most of the times when it was his time to choose something he chose a fantasy movie-this time Harry Potter and the…stone…something? You couldn’t remember the title. You’ve never watched the movies nor read the books, which always surprised many people.

During the movie you couldn’t stop yourself from complaining about the mean professor. Snake? No, Snape. “Hes such a dick. Why is he acting like that? Ugh, poor Harry. He’s bullying him-“ “He treated him like that because Harry’s dad bullied him and took his girl-“ “what??” “You didn’t know that?”

“How was I supposed to know?? I’ve never seen this before!” “But you said you knew Harry Potter-“ “everyone knows Harry Potter by name-“ “oh my god, and I’m the idiot here?” “Ari!”

At this point you both started laughing at your behavior.

“We’re a good match, you know..two idiots match made in heaven”, ari whispered in your ear, making you smile lightly as you slowly looked up at him. “We really are, aren’t we?”

Thank you for reading!

Thank you for requesting!

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[ohimsummer]

Feed us more suguru and his pregnant lover thoughts please 🥺❤️

How would he be throughout the pregnancy? As your baby grows..

The back and neck massages he would give, would he massage your boobs too if they’re sore..

The baby shopping 🥺

If you get insecure about your weight or embarrassed at the large size of your baby bump

How would he react to the first kick?

Nighttime routine with him as being pregnant

Would he be strict with your diet?

The Pregnancy cravings 🥺❤️

Also being needy at ungodly hours 🫣🫣

GIVE US YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THESE PLS AND ANYTHING ELSE!!!!!🥺❤️❤️

I think every time suguru goes out, whatever he looks at it reminds him of you and the baby.

Green onesie and he’s imaging your baby in a cute little frog onesie. A cat on the street and he thinks about getting them a little Kitty plushie. A red pen and he’s imagining when they can finally hold things and they’re coloring with a red crayon. It really never ends <<<333

ALSO YES YES MASSAGES YOUR CHEST!!! any part of you that’s sore—legs, feet, thighs, sides, etc. ask and you shall receive (or don’t, he’ll still do it anyway because suguru just Knows)

Suguru tears up when you guys go shoe shopping for The Little One because it’s like omg…these shoes are so so little….they’re going on his cute little baby 🥹 he is So Excited to help them into their clothes and tie their little shoes and show off his mini-me <<<333 also he is PREPAREDDD you guys stock up on so many diapers and wipes and other little baby necessities. you could say he’s going overboard but truthfully you never know </3 you two would rather be safe than sorry

suguru is worshipping your body CONSTANTLY there’s almost no time to feel bad about yourself unless the weight of your insecurities start to outweigh his affections. and if he senses for even a moment that that is the case, suguru is peppering you and your belly in kisses and whispering sweet nothings and caressing your body so much, reminding you of how much he loves you and how he’s so grateful for everything you do for him <<<<333

the first kick….i talked about him feeling the baby kick before but I think the first FIRST time he feels it, you guys are cuddling on the couch, you laying between his legs with your head on his chest while you two watch a movie, and he’s rubbing your belly. and then it just sort of happens out of the blue, his hand goes still and there is this little kick and you jump a little so now suguru also knows he wasn’t imagining things <<333

(After the initial shock wears off he’s like “😦🤨 okay okay” and starts rubbing your belly again because clearly da little one was unhappy that he stopped 😭)

nighttime routine is usually doing your skincare but he does yours for you first and then you two have little small talk while suguru finishes washing his face :3 he helps you put your hair up if you want and anything else you may need, fluffs the pillows and then zzzz mmimimi (he usually falls asleep a couple minutes after you. He likes to look at you all pretty and peaceful and he thinks about how great his life is <<33 loverboy smh)

he’s not like STRICT strict but ofc suguru encouraged you to eat things healthy for both u and the baby hfjfjd pregnancy cravings are one thing but yk he also makes sure you eat like veggies and proteins and stuff with actual nutritional value :>>

AS FOR BEING NEEDY, suguru is nothing if not consistent in helping you with your needs so ofc even if it’s a random 2am morning, he is going to muster up every drop of energy he has to make sure you are fully satisfied 😌

[zeawesomebirdie]

Bruise your Lover for the WIP ask game!

[for this ask game here]

Oh my word Sun you have no idea how happy I am that you've asked for this; there was one time you complimented my fight scenes and every single time I write any kind of fight since then I have thought about that comment and. Oh my goodness there is so much fighting here to show >:)

This is the fic I'm writing for a gifset that @ful-crum made (and the one that I'm always talking about, the one that just broke 20k words and I'm now on the third act of!) where Dick and Bruce fuck after a really rough patrol, sleep together, and then Bruce ghosts Dick for two months straight, only for Dick to run into him on accident in the Cave, they have another blow up fight, and then Nightwing saves Batman's ass on another disaster of a patrol

The lead up to the initial fucking was super fun to write; I really enjoy a good fighting as foreplay fic and this was also my first time really playing with blood and bruising and aggressiveness during smut. Something something, the taste of someone else's blood on your tongue when you're supposed to hate them, and etc 😌 and choreographing the fight was super fun too! There's so much potential for dynamic action when one of the characters is a trained acrobat and the other is a martial artist, and ofc the joy of slightly unrealistic sex because they're both incredibly physically fit and actually could pull off wall sex

full snippet below the cut, content warning for blood kink, fighting as foreplay, and mild smut

Another side step as Bruce spun to face him again, then their positions were reversed, Bruce stalking into Dick’s space while Dick tried to hold his ground. Bruce swung wide; Dick blocked the first strike and the second one with his forearms, but missed the third even though Bruce wasn’t trying to mask his actions in the slightest, stumbling back with the force of all of Bruce’s strength behind his punch.

If his head wasn’t hurting before, it sure as fuck did now.

Dick raised a hand to his jaw, double checking everything was in place before he looked up at Bruce’s grim smile. He was waiting for Dick’s reaction, waiting for Dick to either back down or step right up and bat. That at least was a good sign. It wasn’t often that their fights got physical, but if that’s how Bruce wanted to play it, then god damn it all Dick could play too. It would definitely feel good to land a few more hits on Gotham’s favorite pretty boy.

Just a few more hits. How often did he get the chance to really show Bruce just how he felt about him anyway? How often did Dick have the opportunity to express his affection and adoration and infatuation in a language Bruce would understand?

Dick flew when Bruce rushed forward this time, using Bruce’s shoulder as a springboard to hoist himself above and then behind his reach. Bruce spun on his heel only to be met with a fast jab to his face; he managed to dodge just enough that rather than hitting his nose, Dick split his bottom lip. Blood welled up immediately, spilling from his plump lip and trailing down as he stood there, panting, staring back at Dick, watching him as though he had never seen anything so captivating as him. After a deep breath, Dick circled slowly to the right, Bruce matching him step for step and waiting, still just waiting.

It didn’t mean anything that Dick’s innards twisted themselves into knots at the dark trail on Bruce’s chin dripping to the floor. It didn’t mean anything at all that Dick audibly inhaled when Bruce’s tongue darted out and smeared that blood across his mouth. It most certainly did not mean a thing that Dick wanted to taste Bruce’s blood, to come to know it as certainly as he knew his own, to lap it up from Bruce’s lips and never let go. This was fine, things were completely and totally fine. Dick just had to keep repeating that to himself and get focused.

Things were not fine.

Bruce moved faster than Dick could block, forcing him backwards across the Cave before Dick slipped from his grasp and tripped him. But Bruce was anticipating that, turning only enough to strike Dick across the face while regaining his footing, making Dick’s ears ring before darting just out of reach when Dick swung for him. Dick followed, his heart dropping into his stomach as Bruce feinted left then dodged right to envelope Dick’s shoulders in his arms, yanking Dick back to be flush against his chest and yet unable to strike with Bruce behind him.

Even with their suits between them, Dick could have sworn he felt the heat radiating from Bruce’s body. He had to bite his tongue to stop a moan from escaping his throat, praying that Bruce didn’t notice his hips jerking back involuntarily. A quick heel to Bruce’s shin got him free; Dick stumbled when he landed but if Bruce noticed he didn’t comment, his pupils dark and blown and still so hungry when Dick turned to face him. That sight should not have made Dick’s stomach flip over, not when they were both like this, and yet that sight was one Dick had imagined countless times over the years, losing himself to his own hand and pretending it belonged to Bruce.

Dick had to end this before he did something stupid, something like finally acting on his stupid, idiotic, childhood crush. Something like barely stifling another moan as Bruce shoved him back again, then again. Something like allowing Bruce to pin him to the wall of the Cave without hardly even bothering to resist. Why should he resist when he’d fantasized about this very act so many times over the years? Why should he resist when this was exactly what he had wanted for years now?

The back of Dick’s head cracked on the wall, then Bruce was holding him up by the shoulders, shoving his way in to be between Dick’s legs and properly boxing him in. Dick writhed underneath him, clawing at the back of the batsuit as if his own suit’s fingers had claws, but he gained no traction. Bruce just pressed impossibly closer until they were breathing the same air, close enough that Dick could’ve tasted the blood on his lips if he thought he could get away with it. He could almost smell the metallic tang of it in the air, mixing with their sweat and the scent of their kevlar and vinyl suiting, taunting him, teasing him and making his head spin with desire.

And then, all at once, he was tasting Bruce’s blood on his tongue, the heat of Bruce’s mouth on his consuming his every sense. Dick couldn’t hold back his moan, his hips grinding forward into Bruce’s before his brain came back online and he realized just what they were doing. His eyes snapped open as he shoved Bruce back, his knees buckling when Bruce dropped him and he hit the concrete hard. This was no time for hesitation, and Dick rushed forward to swing for Bruce’s flushed face. Bruce took the hit without even attempting to block, Dick’s knuckles leaving his cheek a brilliant shade of red.