#bring back the sun 😫

[missnxthingg]

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 . (𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑼 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵) - 𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅 (𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 - Once again, we have two parts! Hope you like this one as well and don't forget to go ready the first one ahead of this 🧡

original chapter | series masterlist | main masterlist | taglist | pt 1

yourusername

Red Bull Ring

yourusername Gooooood morning, Austria! I'll be pretending this is a sea of papaya, btw. Wish this bad boy good luck today 🧡

tagged: mclaren, landonorris

landonorris ***good boy! 😉

↪yourusername You don't fool anyone, babe ↪username1 preach, y/n

username2 Lando P1 at Red Bull's home. I'm so ready!

username3 Papaya dom coming!

mclaren Everybody is a papaya fan! 🧡

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f1news

f1news It's DNF for Norris in Austria! The McLaren driver crashed with the owner of the house, Max Verstappen, in the Red Bull Ring and was taken out of the race. The RBR driver lost his leadership, but finished P5.

username1 Max Verstappen plays it DIRTY!

username2 I feel so so sorry for Lando. He didn't deserve this 😢

username3 i hope y/n takes good care of our boy

yourusername added to their stories

Caption: A very much needed home time for Mr Norris

landonorris

Silverstone

landonorris Back to Silvo with some family time ❤

tagged: adam_norris_pure_electric, yourusername

yourusername P1 in Ollie's heart 🧡

↪landonorris My love ❤

username1 Olivia content!!!!

↪username2 finally 😫 i missed them so much

username3 i just know lando spent the entire week with ollie bf silverstone

username4 we're all ready for your revenge arch 😈

landonorris

landonorris Silverstone I love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ Congrats on the win @.lewishamilton, we’ll review, do better and come get you next time 

username1 Just the fact that Olivia dressed as Lando for Silverstone makes me so so happy!

↪username2 she's his biggest fan indeed! ↪username3 Olivia future WDC!

yourusername Always good to see you step on the podium at home 🧡 I'm so proud

↪username3 I love that no matter the result, Y/N is always there to support Lando ↪username4 She's his true biggest fan

yourusername

Mallorca, Spain

yourusername Spain, you are a dream! 🤍 Best summer break ever

tagged: landonorris

username1 THEY WENT ON A HOLIDAY TOGETHER?

username2 i'm considering this a hard launch, btw

↪username3 you always make it weird for them 🙄 clearly they are just best friends having fun together ↪username4 for real! people forget that he's literally her daughter's godfather ↪username5 doesn't mean they can't become a couple eventually btw

username6 good to see that lando is spending time with y/n and olivia ❤ he deserved some family time to recharge

oscarpiastri Enjoy summer break, guys!

↪yourusername Thanks, Osc! Love you ❤ Send love to Lily, btw

maxfewtrell Bring me next time

↪landonorris It's family only ↪yourusername Max is family, idiot

landonorris My girls ❤

↪yourusername Our boy ❤ ↪username7 Stooooop, I love you guys so much ↪username8 The cutest duo ever

landonorris

Mallorca, Spain

landonorris aug 24. sun & things ☀️ family, forever

tagged: yourusername

yourusername Best summer ever ❤ I love you my babies

username1 Stoooop they are the cutest little family, omg!

username2 Lando applying sunscreen to Ollie's face and they posing as a family is everything to me 😭

maxfewtrell That's what i'm talking about, mates ❤

yourusername Ollie says: "Hi, uncle Max. Come have dinner with us" maxfewtrell How can I deny this proposal?

username3 now can we please have a hard launch???

username4 uhmm don't think they are really together, though. lando has taken them on vacations before, it's not like something different happened username5 idk dude, they do seem a little closer after his win in miami and people saw them leaving the party together username6 you keep assuming things and it's very annoying

username7 I'm so ready for the next chapter of this story

⋘ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 // 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⋙

[ivysangel]

jason and his hands😫😫 both in a sexual way but also just like… holding hands with him, feeling his callouses… but then also sitting in his lap, your back to his chest, as he lets his finger trail over your skin ever so lightly with his right hand while he’s relentlessly teasing your clit with his left (he’s just so left handed coded)

this is so funny bc i'm left handed like okay twinnn !! anyway i just like...i'm on the floor.

like, picture this. the two of you are in bed, his back to the headboard and your back to his chest. it's quiet, and the sun's just started setting. a warm spiced candle fills the room with a faint cinnamony scent, and you hold a book in your hands as the two of you silently read. his hands are on your thighs and you can feel the roughness of his callouses every time he moves them up and down, the scratchiness bringing an odd sense of comfort. you continue your reading, under the impression that he's following along with you until you feel his hair tickle your neck as he starts giving you soft kisses. you think, "yeah he's just feeling a little extra affectionate today." and flip to the next page, not giving it too much thought. but then his left hand moves further up your thigh than before, and very quickly finds it way into your panties. you don't pay him any mind, trying to keep your attention to the book in your hands. but soon enough, his fingers find your clit, and you squirm a little from the stimulation. you haven't looked at him once but you know that he's got a shit eating grin on his face right now, meanwhile you're biting your lip trying not to moan. but he's teasing you, refraining from applying enough pressure to give you release, while using his right hand to innoncently caress your thigh. god he's so annoying when he gets like this, because the book was just getting good but you know you're gonna give him what he wants.

(ohhhhh bitch i'm thinking thoughts, i'm thinking very nasty thoughts !!! you're sick for the ask but also...incredibly real)

[lancerslover]

Just Relax

pairing: young john f. kennedy/reader

summary: the summer before his graduate program at stanford, jack kennedy brings his new fiancée, president roosevelt's niece, out on a sailboat for some much-needed alone time.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: 18+, smut, some swearing, mildly dubious consent

taglist: @raspberryknees @saturns-flowers @vlyofthedolls @fortheloveofjos @h-l-vlovesvintage @astro-vibes-bro @neverellaxx7 @maudesgf @southernpopprincess @melancholicstation @secretwonderlandcheesecake @kennediva

a/n: first of all, thank you as always to @vintagedebutante for the beautiful moodboard photos!

this fic’s based on a request i got a while ago for jack to be in an arranged kind of marriage with another socialite! i know it's short 😫 but i'm planning on posting another fic in the next few weeks. i hope you all enjoy this one!!

You’re watching Jack Kennedy sail his boat—how his flexing muscles shimmer like knots of cinnamon in the white sun, the way his golden-red hair ruffles around his ears in the fresh late-morning wind, the way his face glows pink from exertion and every few minutes he’ll mutter something like, “Easy now, just like that, there we are” while easing the long wooden tiller back and forth—when, suddenly, the boat rolls over a particularly big wave and you start slipping from your perch at the edge of the deck.

But before you even know what’s happening, Jack’s long, heroic arm comes swooping across your waist to yank you back to safety just as you’re about to tip overboard.

“I‘ve got you, I’ve got you.” You feel his voice, urgent but still self-assuredly calm, on your neck. Then you feel his hot, furry thighs as you stumble back—or what’s more likely is that he’s purposely pulling you—into his lap.

A quiet groan escapes you. This is the last thing you need. The whole reason you left the cockpit to go sit at the far edge of the boat in the first place was to try and put some distance between yourself and him.

“Are you alright?” he asks then, scorching you with one of those slow, coaxing smiles as he looms over you.

“I’m fine,” you say, and you realize from the sound of your voice that you’re a little breathless—but whether that’s from the aftershock of almost falling or the jittery thrill of being pressed against him, you aren’t entirely sure.

This little voyage at sea is the longest you two have ever been completely alone together. Sure, you’ve been technically alone for hours in places like the cinema hall or a restaurant on all of those ridiculous “dates” your families would send the two of you on so you could be photographed together before they announced your engagement, but this is different. You’re truly alone, without another soul in sight. 

Normally when you two find yourselves truly alone like this, it’s only for a few minutes while Jack drives you home from one of those “dates,” and it doesn’t take long before neither of you can handle the tension any longer and he’s pulling over and unbuttoning your blouse. And you’re pretty sure he was envisioning something along those lines when he invited you and you alone out onto his boat the second his family’s breakfast picnic ended. 

Of course, you’re envisioning that, too. How could you not? For almost a half-hour now, you’ve been forced to watch him in all his masculine glory, commanding the sea against the backdrop of the shiny Kennedy mansion on the horizon and the flapping American flag on their beachside lawn. It’s stunning, the way Jack looks like the total embodiment of the youthful, all-American manhood that he and his brothers symbolize to so many. And the fact that he just rescued you certainly isn’t making matters any easier—because what you also can’t help but envision is the scandalous story that would smear across the society column of every major newspaper if an innocent, neighborly passerby boat happened to catch you and Jack with your hands all over each other in public, before you were married, no less. Your reputation would be in ruins. Your mother genuinely might never speak to you again.

The entire world, it sometimes seems, has been involved in every last little day-to-day moment of your courtship with Jack ever since your families first formally introduced you at a dinner party over a year ago now. But that’s the whole point, you suppose, behind two of the most famous families in America betrothing their two eldest children to each other. And now that, as of last month, you and Jack are officially engaged, the country waits with bated breath for the union between the handsome Kennedy celebrity—who, come autumn, will be galavanting off for his glamorous first semester as a graduate student at Stanford, where he’ll likely mingle among a swath of California’s finest singers and matinee idols—and you. If anyone asked, you would say that the most notable thing about you is that you’ve just finished your freshman year at Radcliffe College. A few years ago, you were dubbed “President Roosevelt’s favorite niece” by the New York Times, but in all honesty, you don’t actually have any reason to believe that your uncle prefers you over any of your cousins.

But still, under no circumstances, you tell yourself, will you let Jack make any sort of move on you out here on this boat. At least one of you needs to have your priorities straight.

“I told you not to sit up there, didn’t I?” Jack is saying when you snap out of your thoughts, tilting his chin toward the edge of the deck where, moments ago, you were peacefully sitting. “Remember this next time you decide not to listen to me.”

You can’t help but crane your neck back to try and study his face for some hint as to what he’s really feeling behind all the sarcasm. Does he pity you for almost tumbling overboard? Or does he think this whole situation is just plain funny? Though either one would be sufficiently humiliating, you’re sort of hoping that, whatever he’s thinking, it’s now distracting him from any dirty thoughts.

But, alas, he’s wearing his big, circular sunglasses, so it’s really no use trying to read him. Unlike the rest of his features, his eyes are always so full of soul and emotion, and whenever you can’t see them, he suddenly becomes so distant, like a calculating secret agent who’s completely anonymous to everyone he keeps tabs on yet somehow knows all of their darkest secrets.

Your spine tightens then when you hear the faint chug of another boat cruising by, but thankfully, when you turn to look, you realize it’s not coming close enough for anyone on board to see you in Jack’s lap. Nevertheless, you twist out of Jack’s arms, landing with a soft thud beside him on the wooden bench.

Jack chuckles then, a deep, slightly dark sound. You blow your bangs out of your eyes, trying your best to seem nonchalant while sparks go off inside of you at the sound of his laugh.

“Why’d you wanna sit so far from me, anyway, huh?” he asks, sidling closer simply because he knows perfectly well that you don’t want him to.

The sharp contrast between his dark glasses and the bright, sun-reflecting tape across the freckled bridge of his nose is suddenly making your eyes burn, and you stare down at your sandals. You start to open your mouth to remind him that now isn’t the time or place to do whatever he’s thinking of doing—but your voice dries out in your throat as he places his hand on your thigh and gives it a soft, playful squeeze. Oh, boy, you think. Here we go.

“What’s wrong?” Jack murmurs with exaggerated concern, an electric sound that’s followed immediately by the dangerous, hair-raising sizzle of his lips on your exposed neck. You suck in a sharp breath of air. “Afraid somebody’s gonna see us?”

He moves your hair to the side and kisses your neck again. And again. You know you should move away but the heat from his chest has welded your body to the bench beneath you.

When he speaks again, his voice is suddenly lower and quieter than before, like there’s something inside of him that he, too, is now trying to suppress, to wrangle into control.

“There’s no need to worry,” he says. “If there’s a photo of me bending you over the deck in The Post tomorrow, I’ll make sure none of the blame falls on you. I’ll say I grabbed you and you tried your best to get away but I just wouldn’t let you go.”

He chuckles again, and then, when you sense him suddenly pulling away, you can’t help but feel a clench of disappointment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him reach up into the sails and bring the boat to a complete standstill in a whirlwind of brisk, whooshing movements. Then you’re being heaved onto his lap again, facing him this time, your knees thumping against the bench on either side of his legs.

You let out a small, shuddering laugh, pressing your hands to his chest. “Oh, come now, Kennedy,” you say. “As romantic as it sounds, we can’t actually—”

He cuts you off by popping open the button on your shorts.

You’re suppressing a grin as you try your best to push away from him, to squeeze your thighs closed. But his big hands close tightly around your hips, and in a sudden flash of riled-up aggression, he jolts you still with one sharp, warning movement. Almost immediately, you can feel bruises start to form under his fingertips, which makes your stomach somersault.

“Keep still, Y/N,” Jack groans between clenched teeth, the corners of his mouth fighting off a smirk. “Christ. You’re killing me.”

Left with no other choice, you settle back down into his lap, and you quickly realize exactly what he meant by “You’re killing me.” The inside of your thigh brushes against a bulge in his pants that, you can only assume, was created by the friction from all your inadvertent grinding against him.

A shaky gasp leaves your lips then as his long, knuckly finger slips inside your zipper. When that same finger starts to move in slow circles over your clit, your head falls back and you breathe “God dammit, Jack” to the sky.

“Listen,” Jack says into your skin while he kisses across the length of your collarbone, “I promise nobody’s gonna see us. We’re far enough out.”

He brings his free hand to cup your breast over your shirt, and your head tilts forward. Your forehead smushes against his, which, strangely, is kind of soothing. You take the opportunity to let out a deep breath.

“That’s it, kid,” Jack says, his teeth brushing against your lips. “Just relax.”

Into his mouth, you whisper the words, “I hate you.”

One of his eyebrows twitches up over his sunglasses. “Yeah?” he says, and he suddenly sounds even more feverishly out-of-breath than you are. “You hate me, huh?”

He laughs as his finger increases its pressure, and a wave of pleasure so intense you feel like you could vomit cracks through your body. So much for trying to relax. Your mouth falls open, and as you gasp his name, you notice his mouth going slack, too, as he watches yours. An odd, gratifying tingle shoots down your back.

He increases the pressure again. “How does that feel?” he asks, blinding you with the cocky glint of his teeth. When you don’t respond—because your deep-seated competitive side won’t give him the satisfaction—he closes your clit between his thumb and pointer finger in a gentle pinch.

You can’t do anything but groan as that watery pressure starts to reach a breaking point between your legs. 

In a last-ditch attempt to gain some semblance of control over the situation, you shove those god-forsaken sunglasses up off his face and back into his thick tangle of hair. But his eyes are so bright and so full of what looks to be some sort of boyish, appreciative awe as he looks up at you that, once again, you’re rendered stunned and powerless. You’re briefly reminded of that old John Buchan quote you always felt described Jack perfectly: “He disliked emotion, not because he felt lightly, but because he felt deeply.”

“Soon,” Jack says then, as if he’s been waiting to say this until his sunglasses were off and he could truly look you in the eye, “we’ll have our own house and the rest of our lives to be alone every single day.”

The sun starts to melt out from behind a cloud, and Jack’s eyes crease adorably around the edges as he squints up at you. You aren’t quite sure how to respond to his uncharacteristically sentimental remark, but in the end, you don’t have to. You hit your climax right at that moment—you aren’t sure exactly why. But suddenly your whole body is trembling, and you’re gasping his name into his neck, sinking your teeth into his stubbly skin, digging your nails into his shoulders. You feel his throat vibrating as he groans along with you.

Just then, you hear another sailboat come putzing by—and this one sounds only a hundred or so feet away. Immediately, you’re ripped from the throes of ecstasy. You sit back up, heart jumping into your throat so fast you almost choke. You feel Jack tense up, too.

But then the man at the helm of the boat waves and shouts hello, and you feel Jack relax.

“Ah,” Jack says. “It’s just old Mr. Newman. He can’t see well. Completely harmless.”

“Are you kids behaving yourselves?” Mr. Newman shouts jovially across the glittering water.

“Always, Mr. Newman,” Jack says, pulling his hand out of your shorts to wave back.

thank you for reading!!

[viking-chaos]

I genuinely don't know what this is. I just had to get it out. It hasn't been proofread or anything, and it was typed in my phone, so there are probably a lot of mistakes. I mostly just needed to get back into the swing of writing, so yeah, this is what it is.

Failed Hunt

Warnings: I don't think there is much. Mostly just some fluff, very very mild sexual content. Some mild language. That's it.

Summery: Just you and Sihtric messing up a hunt. Why can't this be my life??? 😫😫😫😫

I don't really have a taglist, so I'm just going to tag my Sihtric moots, and if you want to be added or removed, just send a message: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @thenameswinter99 @solinarimoon @foxyanon

Oh, why had you agreed to this hunt? Why, when there were so many things that could go wrong. And it seemed, in one day, the one day you decided to take up your husband's offer to join him in his hunt, everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.

You could be at home, warm, safe, cooking whatever you bought from the butchers, instead of here in the middle of nowhere, freezing your arse off, with nothing to eat, nothing to bring home. Add to that, you were soaking wet, and not in a good way. Your husband had wandered off to gods knew where in search of food.

You poke at the near smouldering fire with a stick, hoping to coax it to life and warm you. A small part of you imagined it was your idiot husband you were poking. He deserved it for dragging you out here.

The day had started perfectly. You had woken up, safe and warm, in your bed with your husband. He kissed you tenderly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you were roused into wakefulness.

“Good morning,” he murmured as you snuggled into his muscled chest.

You mumbled something along the lines of “good morning Sihtric” back at him, although you were not quite awake enough to speak yet.

This morning would have been utter perfection, if it weren't for him reminding you of your promise.

“We are to hunt today, my love,” he whispered.

You opened your eyes and glared at him. He just chuckled at your expression.

It took some time for Sihtric to coax you out of bed, luring you with the promise of a nice hot bath at the end of the day, as well as a hearty meal of deer. You grumbled all while pulling on your clothes and preparing for a day in the woods.

Somehow, you convinced yourself that going on a hunt would not be such a bad thing. You would get to spend time in the open air with your husband. Perhaps, if you were good, he would make love to you on your return.

And Somehow, it all went wrong.

Well, not immediately.

As you left the toastyness of your shared home, you were almost happy you had agreed. It was fun sneaking out of Coccham so early in the morning before the sun had risen. You and Sihtric giggled like you did before you married, when you were still in that phase where you couldn't believe this handsome man had chosen you, of all people, to be his woman.

That was the end of the perfect morning.

It rained. Heavily.

It was not long before you were both soaked to the skin. At least, Sihtric seemed to still be enjoying himself, while your teeth chattered as the cold seeped to your bones.

“Sihtric!” you called as he scampered ahead. “Slow down!”

He paused for a moment, smiling from ear to ear. “Come on!” he beckoned, before continuing to bound further into the woods.

“Sihtric!”

You cried out as you tripped over a tree root, landing face first in a muddy puddle.

As you rose, coughing and spluttering, Sihtric howled with laughter.

You scowled at him, wiping mud from your face. He only laughed harder.

“Perhaps we should go back,” you said, glowering.

“Why should we when we are having fun?” he said jovially.

You threw some of the mud at him. “I am cold and tired, Sihtric. We haven't caught anything either!”

His smile faded, and he bundled you up in his damp furs.

“It is getting too late to find our way back,” he explained. “We will have to make camp. Luckily our bedrooms are still dry.”

And now here you sat, trying to coax the fire to life while waiting for Sihtric to return with some food.

By the time you finally got the fire going, the sound of your husband crashing through the trees announced his return. Tied to his belt were a few dead rabbits that he had successfully caught for your meal.

As the meat cooked, you peeled off your layers of damp cloths, leaving them hanging from low branches. You wrapped yourself in your bedroll, and sat in front of the fire, eating pieces of meat from your hunting knife.

“Are you alright?” Sihtric asked, breaking the silence between you. You gave him a glare in response. “I am sorry this hunting trip did not go well.” You said nothing, still glowering. “We will still have a warm bath when we get home?” he added hopefully.

You scoffed at ‘we’.

He hung his head in shame. You sighed, feeling pity for this handsome warrior who tried so hard.

“You can share my bedroll tonight to keep me warm,” you conceded, shaking your head and smiling.

Sihtric grinned and started stripping off his wet clothes, while you stared appreciatively.

He snuggled into the roll behind you, nuzzling and leaving soft kisses on your neck.

Exhaustion was quick to overtake you.

“My love?” Sihtric murmured just as started dozing off.

“Mmm?”

“Will I get to join the bath tomorrow?” he asked, subtly palming your breast.

“Take your hand off my tits and I'll think about it.”

[bbobpul]

my youth is yours — jeno

NOTE. hey 😮‍💨 sorry for ghosting

PAIRING. jeno x reader

GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst

SYNOPSIS. entering adulthood with you long-term boyfriend, jeno

WARNINGS. dis might hurt bc iz lil realistic 😫

W/C. 3.1k

masterlist ⟵⁠(⁠o⁠_⁠O⁠)

Is love something you can learn, or is it engraved in your bones the moment you open your eyes to the world? Is it something you master, or something you feel on a random Thursday night after spending the day with someone who made your heart skip a beat? Is this something you develop after years of spending every moment of your life with the same person?

Because, to you, love means only one thing. Love can only come from one person. Love can only be felt with Jeno.

No, you didn't grow up together or meet in a special way. He was merely there, but it suddenly felt like more.

The two of you met in high school. It was nothing special. High school brings you into contact with a large number of people. You create a lot of friendships in high school. But it was Jeno, and one day you were paired up with him on a minor project set by your teacher because she would be gone for a short while.

Before long, a bond formed between you, blossoming into a friendship that extended beyond school hours. You'd hang out after classes, help each other with homework, and share late-night thoughts, and the absence of each other during the day would leave the day incomplete.

Everything proceeded at exactly an appropriate pace—it wasn't rushed or fast, nor was it painfully slow. It was just right with Jeno.

Looking back at your first few years with him, it seemed so natural and carefree. Seeing him was like having a ton of weight lifted off your shoulders—of course, the same is true for him. You appear as though you wince at his corny antics, but deep down, you both know that you feel the same way. He kept telling you, "Your love fills me up with so much happiness," at every opportunity he gets, and you love it every single time.

He radiates joy and warmth, and despite his kindness to everyone, he always makes you feel uniquely cherished. In his eyes, you're not just anyone; you're everything.

And it hasn't changed from high school to this point in college. As you approach adulthood, the love that accompanied your growth as an adolescent lingers.

Jeno's voice stops your thoughts with, "Bub, what do you want for dinner?" Glancing to your side, you notice him fixated on the road. After a long day at the university, you are currently headed home to your shared flat. Because you both decided to attend the same college and because it is obviously less expensive to stay in the exact same place, you both saved money for the apartment you are currently residing in. You both agreed that returning home under the same roof is the best choice for the two of you because you will both become busy over time.

When the red light came on, he looked at you and said, "Should we drive by your favorite restaurant and just order so we could go to sleep early?" after noticing that you were spacing out for the nth time.

"Huh? Oh, okay, bub. I'd love that," you replied upon hearing his voice, feeling as though you were suddenly snapped back to reality, anchored by the sound of his presence.

"You must be so tired, hmm? Is it Mr. Chua again?" he asked, his tone filled with understanding.

You chuckled at the mention of the infamous professor you often vented about. "No, he wasn't around today, actually. I was just really tired from all the lab work I did earlier," you replied, appreciating his attentiveness to your daily struggles.

He acknowledged your reply with a hum, and he skillfully threaded the steering wheel through the drive-thru. He ordered you your usual and gave you an affectionate smile. The vehicle filled with the soothing sounds of the radio and the faint hum of the air conditioning as the sun started to set. You felt warm and cozy even if the temperature inside the car was very cold because you knew that you were heading home with the love of your life.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he reached out for your hand, and in a tender whisper, he said, "I love you," as he began parking at your apartment's parking lot. The simplicity woven into every second spent with each other, filled with love and care, is the kind of love that is true and right.

Your evening flew by, and your early bedtime goal was quickly abandoned as you spent the entire night watching movies with Jeno. However, when spending time with him replenishes you more than a peaceful slumber, what good is sleep?

Sleep is what your body needs, and you just ate your own words when you fell asleep on Jeno’s shoulder.

He noticed that and chuckled lowly. He reached for the remote and quickly turned off the television before positioning himself to properly carry you back to your shared room. He knew that waking you up would be of no use because you are a very heavy sleeper, and you hate it when your sleep gets disturbed, so he tried his best to be as gentle as possible so you would stay in your peaceful slumber.

He laid down on his side of the bed after tucking you in and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

A lot of your evenings went by like that. Spending a quarter of your day in college and going home with him. It has become your perfect daily routine. Although there are times where Jeno fails to drive you home because of how demanding his course is, you end up going home alone, and commuting is an extreme sport. Sometimes, it will be too hard to hail a taxi because of the rush hour and all the other students going home at the same time who are also desperate to rest. Sometimes, even if it was Jeno who said he would come home late, you end up arriving home later than he did. But what is adulthood without a bit of suffering?

‘Love won't make you rich,' that's what you heard from your mother when you said you were dating Jeno. Of course, your love hasn't always been a pleasant sight for everyone. You began dating in high school; of course, people would think you're foolish to enter into such a commitment at such a young age.

There are times when you wonder if your mother was right, especially when you and Jeno fail to pay rent on time, struggle to find part-time jobs to feed the both of you, and add your stressful college work to the mix.

But all your worries will soon disappear in the wind because it's Jeno you are facing those problems with, and eight years of sustaining yourself doesn't seem so hard because there is Jeno, who is your lifeline, your anchor, and your foundation. And even if the world turns its back on you, there is Jeno ready to face all of your worries, your fears, and your doubts because it's Jeno, the one who loves all of you.

"Good morning." You heard Jeno talk from the hallway.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. 'Why is he still here? ' you thought to yourself. It's Saturday, and you both have work, but your shift is at noon, so you didn't bother getting up early, unlike Jeno, who has a 9 a.m. shift.

Jeno has been waking up late several times since last month. If he is not absent, he will be late. It's always been like that. You haven't spoken to him about it yet. You have developed an unspoken rule in your relationship that there are situations that you can tackle on your own because you are both adults.

"Why aren't you at work?" You tried to sound as considerate as possible, but it's his life at stake and your apartment. If he doesn't come to work on time or at all, they will deduct his pay and, in the worst scenario possible, fire him.

"I don't feel well." He simply answered.

"You haven't been feeling well for a month. Wanna go to the hospital?" you suggested.

"It's not really that serious for a hospital, bub," he reasoned out.

"But it's serious enough for you to miss work for a month?" You said without looking at him, not being able to contain it anymore.

You heard him sigh before he headed to the bathroom, and you shook your head. Jeno, on the other hand, thought it would be best not to say anything.

You took your last sip of the coffee before heading to the sink, and you saw the overwhelming tower of unwashed dishes. It's 11 p.m., and your work is 20 minutes away from home if you are lucky enough to hail a cab the instant you come out of the building. Washing these plates will take a lot of your time, but if Jeno doesn't have the energy to wash them today because he is not feeling well, then that leaves you no choice. Good thing you already took a bath and wore your work clothes; you wouldn't have to rush later on.

It's times like these when you realize that you two are no longer the teenagers you once thought you'd remain forever. Those teenagers have now grown, with bigger responsibilities and greater disappointments to confront.

You finished the dishes and gathered your belongings before preparing to leave. However, as you reached for the doorknob, you noticed Jeno standing in the hallway, simply gazing at you.

"I will make it up to you," he said, and all you could do was smile at him before heading out.

All day at work, your thoughts were consumed by him—wondering if he had enough food at home and if he was resting well. This wasn't the first time you'd encountered issues between the two. Despite the absence of major fights and screaming matches, deep down, you knew that things were not okay between you.

After long, tiring hours at work, you received a text message from Jeno that said, 'I'll pick you up from work, bub. I love you.'

You smiled at the notification. He really was making it up to you, and you couldn't even be mad at him anymore.

And he's really there. As you closed the shop, not very far from where you stood, you saw him immediately. Suddenly, you are ready to face everything again because he is there.

You walked up to him with a huge smile, as if you hadn't worked for hours without a break. It was worth it when you're coming home with him.

The drive home was eerily quiet, with only the sound of your breathing audible amidst the corny jokes from the radio DJ. Despite the windows being open and the air conditioning turned off, the chill of the night air seeping in was enough to send shivers down your spine.

As the red light halted the car, you turned to gaze at him, only to find that he was already looking at you with the same love and contentment that had been evident in his eyes since your first year of high school. Now, after eight years together, you were both getting older yet still together, sharing each moment with him by your side.

You had hoped the problems were behind you, believing that your love and understanding would be enough to overcome any challenges that came your way. However, a week after your minor argument, Jeno attempted to return to work, only to find that his employer no longer wanted him back after a month of slacking. This turn of events took a significant toll on both of you, adding to the weight of your existing concerns.

"I'm sorry, bub. I'll look for another job next week, I promise."

The rent was due on Monday, and luckily you saved up enough money for three months after working extra hours since the start of the year.

"I told you to tell me if you have problems, didn't I? For a month, I didn't hear anything from you, and look where it got us? Jeno, it's our finals! We also have expenses for school, not just here at home! If you were too exhausted to work, then you could have just told me." All your pent-up frustrations spilled in an instant.

"I didn't want to burden you, love."

"Jeno, since when have you ever been a burden to me?"

He walked over to you and enveloped you in a hug, and that was when your tears began to flow. Both of you were graduating students, each with your own set of responsibilities and numerous financial challenges to navigate. In the face of it all, you couldn't help but wonder: Is love enough?

"Jeno, it's like I don't know you anymore." You began

"Bub, don't say that."

"I just want you to talk to me. Tell me your problems. I know there are things you can handle by yourself, but at least include me. You have me. I am here for a reason."

Both of you became even busier after that, balancing the demands of studying for final exams with juggling part-time jobs. Jeno faced the added challenge of finding work amidst his other commitments.

Your schedules became so hectic that you no longer went home together, and there were nights when Jeno arrived home so late that you would already be asleep, only to wake up to his departure in the morning.

Your entangled nights became two parallel lines. Quiet and comforting evenings grew even quieter without the presence of others. Every night, you realized that you and Jeno were both growing older and, simultaneously, growing apart. It's something inevitable, something you never wished for, yet something you are currently witnessing with your own eyes.

But growing apart is not contextually synonymous with loving each other less. The love is still there, and the care is still present. That is the reason why both of you are working so hard—because you love each other.

Both of you became so busy to the point where your only connection was coming home to the same house. Suddenly, home felt like nothing more than four walls and a mini fridge, lacking the warmth of four limbs and lips to kiss.

But surprisingly enough, after many weeks, he offered to pick you up from work.

"Keep your eyes on the road," you told him when you noticed him stealing glances at you.

"I love you, bub," he said, prompting you to look at him.

You smiled and replied, "I love you more."

"When is your oath-taking ceremony?" he asked, trying to make conversation amidst the silent drive home.

"I don't know yet. Maybe a few months after graduation."

And then it died down again. But does the silence matter to you when, after so many weeks, he is here beside you again?

He is here.

And that's all that matters right now.

"Should we take the long way home?"

But even a single beautiful night couldn't alter the looming storm heading your way. It's a heart-wrenching inevitability—the painful reality of growing apart.

With each "sorry, I can't pick you up" message and every missed call accompanied by a new excuse, the weight of disappointment settles deeper into your heart. Gradually, you find yourself numb to the ache, accepting it as the new normal.

"Bub, please respond," you pleaded, your voice trembling with emotion, as you left yet another voicemail after he missed your calls for the nth time. It's Saturday, and the rain outside matches the heaviness in your heart. You figured he must have finished work earlier than you, so you were counting on him to pick you up. But his cell phone remains unattended, and it's been 20 agonizing minutes of waiting in the pouring rain.

You hated the rain, and he knew that all too well. After a few more minutes of waiting in vain, you were left with no choice but to reluctantly take the train home alone since there are no cabs at this hour. The frustration and disappointment welled up inside you, reaching a breaking point.

"I'll sleep at my mom's house just for tonight. To cool off," you murmured to yourself.

At the train station, your phone buzzed incessantly, and when you finally answered, it was Jeno calling you countless times.

"I'm here; where are you?" his voice came through, accompanied by the sound of the rain.

"I took the train," you replied simply.

"You could've waited," he said, frustration evident in his tone. "I drove all the way here from work; it's almost an hour drive."

"I did wait, Jeno. What are you trying to imply?" you countered, feeling a mix of irritation and hurt.

You heard him sigh heavily on the other end of the line, and you pursed your lips in frustration.

"I'm tired, Jeno," you said wearily.

"So am I."

"Is that so? Okay, I'm sorry for making you drive in the rain. It won't happen again. And just so you know, I won't be coming home tonight."

Through days, weeks, and months of hardly seeing or talking to each other, you both somehow made it through college. Despite everything that happened, there's this overwhelming sense of pride you feel for each other. Maybe, just maybe, it was all worth it in the end.

The high school love you both shared has now transformed into something more significant. The youthful days you once had together are now just memories as you step into this new chapter of your lives.

It feels right with Jeno, but amidst the familiarity, there's a subtle shift, a tinge of bittersweet realization that things have changed.

Both of you have accomplished your dreams, reaching the destinations you once only dreamed of. You've arrived at where you wanted to be.

"Hey!" Jeno called for your attention. You turned and saw him adorned in his gown and cap, and a profound sense of pride washed over you.

You embraced him, exchanging whispers of 'I'm so proud of you' and 'You did well'. Yet it wasn't the same; it was different.

Both of you have grown, realizing that your teenage dreams have come true, and here you are, all grown up.

The love you once held so dearly in your youth has gracefully reached its final chapter. Staring into each other's eyes, there's an overwhelming sense of emotion, an unspoken acknowledgment that what once was no longer is—it's over.

"Thank you for loving me," he said. "Your love brought me here, bub."

[youremyheaven]

I had some perspective altering sex with this Bharani Sun & Mercury man. He's been obsessed with me for over a year (idk what it is but men who want me, pursue me for years 😳) and he calls himself my "admirer" and he's just madly blindly completely taken by me, I'd never casually say that about anyone but for a year and a half, this guy has been there for me in a way nobody ever has 😭😭and he's never even met me. He came to my city today morning from ANOTHER STATE just to see me 😭😭😭😭and we had a great time just hanging out and stuff but then we went back to his hotel room and he was just being casual and just talking to me and stuff but then the vibe changed and I started to kiss him 😳and then he stopped me and hugged me and said "I don't deserve to have sex with a woman like you. Please never forget your worth. You're so precious, very very few people deserve to see you naked" 😭😭😭😭😭 I felt so ???? like he's 34 and he's very protective of me in a big brotherly way and he's just always seen me in such a positive light??? and i felt kinda embarrassed 🤡and he literally just lay there hugging me and told me how I'll go very far in life and how I have a bright future ahead of me and how he feels blessed to even get to hold me like this 😭😭😭 but then the vibe changed and he went down on me, and kissed every square inch of my skin and ate my 🍑and idk if this is a Bharani guy thing but both arm guy and this guy (who I'll call bald guy because he's a skinhead) just stare at me lying down or lying on top of me and don't do anything 😭😭😭 Venusian men are kinda awkward at making love I feel like??? Both of them treat me like I'm too precious to be fucked which I really like kinda tbh but sometimes you just want someone to fck you like a ragdoll if ykwim 😭😭😭😭 and both of them say the same exact thing "I just want to take it all in" like ok king but I want to take it all in too 😭😭INSIDE ME THO 😭😭 and I'm literally begging him to fck me and he says he can't 🤡🤡🤡 and I was like huh 😳 and he said he cannot bring himself to fuck me 😭😭 I WOULD'VE SCREAMED, like I'm horny out of my mind 😭and idk if y'all know what it's like to be edged BUT THAT SHIT IS PAINFUL 😖😫 and I gave up and we're just cuddling and talking about stuff and he says "I love you, if you ever need anything I'm here for you, I've loved you for a year and a half now and I've always dreamt of saying it to you and now I get to, so here, I love you" 😭😭😭😳🤡 and so many of his habits in bed reminded me of arm guy ngl 😭🤡 down to some of the things they said to me and the moment they said it etc 🤡🤡🤡 it's the Bharani effect I think 😳😳😳and by that point I lost all hope but then he started touching me again and finally he lost all self control and he was like fck it and FINALLY put it in 😌😌 and when i tell you, i saw stars 😩😩 but he lost his hardness and couldn't finish and said he wasn't feeling confident and I told him it's okay because I didn't even care about cumming at that point, I just wanted to be pounded into 😭😭😭 and then we finally left 😭he dropped me home in a rickshaw (he didn't have to come but he still did 🥺) and he spent hella money today just paying for everything 🫶 and in the rickshaw he told me "if anybody asks you who I am, tell them I'm your sugar daddy" 😭😭🤡 he was just joking obviously but it kinda felt like it 😳😤😳

But it was so emotional and so healing in some ways and just the way he handled my body like I was made of crystal or something 😭 really 🤌🤌rewired my brain I feel like 😭😭😭

[toxicanonymity]

thighs out on the beach

300 / boyfriend's dad!Joel x f!reader

can't stop watching this gif, I just- I've had it in my drafts just to watch it and finally put words. I ❤️‍🔥 this Joel 😫. I8+

You're sunbathing on the beach alone. People from the tall building next door were out there but just went inside. You had to wonder if they saw you on the rooftop yesterday with Joel on top of you or his head between your legs. You're getting wet thinking about it when a shadow falls over you from behind. Then you feel two bare knees against your hips, straddling you. The hardness in his swimsuit grazes your ass as he leans forward. He brings his mouth to your ear and murmurs, "say stop."

But instead, your legs make space for him and your hips tilt. "Attagirl." He slips a finger into your suit to feel how wet you are. "woo, yeah" He extends one of his legs behind him, keeping the other bent. He breathes an exaggerated sigh as he pulls his retro swim trunks down under his balls and pulls your swimsuit to the side. Then his hard length shoves into your wet pussy. He groans, and his girth pushes a moan out of you as he fills you up with his cock.

His chest lowers over your back and he grunts and moans as he fucks you. His voice is low and soft. "Yeahh, you were thinkin' about it, weren't ya?" The sea breeze washes over your face. "I was too, baby. . ." He inhales your hair. "Saw ya laid out with all that ass . . couldn't get down here fast enough."

"Mmm," you respond, taking in the smell of his sunscreen mixing with his sweat. You're in view of the condo but who cares. Jack is probably still asleep.

"Fuck, you feel good baby." He grunts and rams into you harder. "God, you're so fuckin' hot."

First time: sky's out, thighs out

Next time: sun's out, guns out

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Anything Drew smut after a night at the beach 😫

Night Swims

Pairings- Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary: Beach trips with Drew.

Warnings- semi public sex, chocking, fingering, scratching. [18+] And some fluff :)

The sun had set hours ago, the moon now the only source of light. It reflected off the soft salty waves of the sea, Drew and Y/N cuddle up against one another in silence.

They had been swimming for hours, towels wrapped around them tightly, the coolness from the night sky began to nip at their skin. “Shall we go home?” Drew questioned, but he made no move to stand. Instead, he wrapped his arms a tad tighter around her body.

“Yeah, suppose we should” she sighed, content with how things where. She knew they had to get up at some point, soon the air would be ice cold and they would probably catch the flu. Drew couldn’t risk getting sick while filming for his new movie. “Let’s go” she states, she presses her palms into the sand and pushes herself to stand.

She extends a handout, and he wraps his much bigger one around it, he didn’t need the help of getting up, but he wouldn’t decline the offer to touch her skin. “Thanks babe” he whispers, giving her a kiss on her cheek.

She turns her head quickly to kiss his lips, she expects it to end there. But he grabs her jaw and uses his thumb to caress her bottom lip, the two of them staring at each other in silence. “I love you” Drew says, he’s kissing her again before she can say it back.

Maybe worried she might not reciprocate the feelings or maybe because he needed to taste her. A sudden urge to fuck her rippled through his body, his greedy hands pinching at her skin. He didn’t like the towel that barricaded him from her delicate flesh.

“Let’s go to the car” she breathes, he’s trailing his lips down her neck and sucking softly. Her fingers grip onto his naked shoulders to steady her weak legs, she can feel him hum against her throat in agreement but doesn’t stop his attack on her collar bone.

“Come on” she urges, pushing softly at his shoulder until he’s standing tall once again. He wraps his arm around her waist and picks her up bridal style, he starts his trek back to the car, comfortable silence settles around them again. “I love you too” she finally admits.

He looks down at her momentarily, a sparkle in his eye. He kisses her forehead in acknowledgement and picks his steps up, they are standing by her Range Rover within seconds. His fingers double clicking the unlock button. “Jump in baby girl” he says, he holds the door open for her and watches her climb in.

He rushes around the other side and steps into the car, locking the door behind him and starting the engine. The car park is dead, and the moons light focuses on the water giving them privacy in the dark.

“I want to fuck you Drew, right here. I want you to take me right here and show me how much you love me”

That’s enough to have him coming in his shorts, he reaches over for her and laces his fingers into the back of her long silky hair, giving it a harsh tug and yanking her over the centre console.

Her hands press firmly onto his thighs as she looks up at him through her long dark lashes, she bites down on her lower lip before assaulting his lips.

Her fingers dance across his abs and over his chest until they sit comfortably on his shoulders. Her legs reach over until she straddles his lap, pressing her core down into his crotch. “Come on baby, show me what you got” she begs, his hands squeezing the flesh of her ass.

He reaches around and pulls the string of her bikini top, letting the material loosen and expose her perky breasts. Nipples hardened from the coolness of the aircon, his fingertips brush lightly over them. Sending a shiver down her spine, she can feel her arousal soaking her panties.

“I love you Y/N, I love this breast and this breast” he mumbles against your skin, pressing open mouth kisses to your skin. Running his tongue over your pebbled nipple, he brings up against your crotch hoping to create a friction. “I love your body, your mind” he continues to list of everything he loves about you.

All the while he kisses and bites and leaves behind tiny purple marks on her chest, her pussy throbs from the dry humping. She needed to feel him inside of her, as though he can hear her thoughts.

He reaches between them both and shuffles his hands around until her swimmers are bunched to the side and her pussy is exposed, his fingers run through her folds. She emits a loud moan, her pussy clenching around nothing. She grind yourself into his hand, he slips 2 fingers inside of her with ease.

“Fuck baby” she curses, she begins to ride his hand. Pressing her clit into his palm, her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she braces herself. “More please, I need more” she begs, he pushes a third finger into her and begins to arch his fingers exactly where she needs him to.

“Shit, yes, oh god YES!” She cry, a shiver runs down her spine and butterflies swarm her belly as she reaches her high. Buzzing fills her senses as she cum’s around his fingers.

Her walls clenching his fingers tightly and sweat drips down the middle of her chest. “I love you” she breaths, pressing her lips to his cheek.

“I love your more, but we aren’t done yet”.

He pulls his erect cock out of his shorts, moving her to hover over him slightly, he doesn’t waste any time and lines himself up with her aching hole. She drops down onto his cock, her arousal giving her enough lubrication. “Fuck” he groans, he presses his hand against the head rest and reaches down between the seat and the door to pull the handle.

The seat falls back just enough to give them both a little room, one hand gripping her buttocks and the other massaging her breast. She holds onto the seat and begins to bring herself up and down on him, painstakingly slow.

“You look so beautiful riding my cock, pretty girl” he whispers, his hand trails up from her breast to her throat. He gives it a little squeeze, eyes rolling and her back arching. She is squeezing around him, ordering herself not to cum yet.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close. Oh god, I love you so much”.

He pulls on her throat, bringing her closer to him so he can kiss her. Slipping his tongue in her open mouth and caressing the inside.

He lets go of her throat and grips her hips instead, helping her to move harder and faster against him, the movement causing her swollen clit to rub against his abs, her walls fluttering around his throbbing cock.

“Yeah, faster Drew, please” she beg, they are no longer kissing. But lips still ghost against one another, both of their breaths mixing as she begins to reach her climax. “Oh god, OH!”.

His fingers are buried deep in her skin, his cock nudging her closer and closer to her release. Sharp nails scratching against his bare tanned chest, she can taste salt on her tongue from his skin.

They are both sweating and the car is beginning to heat up with the body heat, she reaches up to hold onto the handle on the roof. She holds her weight as she bounces harsher against him, watching the way his mouth falls open and his head begins to arch from the chair.

She loved watching him come undone, it was her absolute favourite way to see him. “Oh- you’re squeezing so tight pretty girl” He groans, his body shudders under her. “So close, baby, just a little harder” he says, he meets her hips in the middle causing him to hit deep inside of her.

She emits a loud moan and throws her head back; she is releasing around him. Letting her climax wash through her body, shivers running through her spine. Toes curling as he continues to fuck up into her, his own release chasing behind.

“Oh shit” she cries out, her orgasm intensifying from the over stimulation. His abs rocking against her swollen clit, white dots invade her vision as she drops her head down onto his shoulder. “I love you” he breathes out, she can feel his release deep inside of her. Burying his seed deep inside of her walls. “I love you too”.

She slowly pull away from him and gives him a chaste kiss, the both of them looking equally as dishevelled as the other.  She begins to move off him, backing up a little too much and pressing her bum to the horn. “SHIT!” She screeches, her walls clenching around his softened cock.

“Oh! Don’t do that! Unless you plan on going again” He states, helping her off him and back into her seat. Grabbing a handful off napkins from the centre console, he reaches down to help her clean herself up and then cleans himself up.

“I mean, I could go again?”.

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - Not Enough Part 3/6

Part 1 Part 2

Dominik is so annoying in this 😫

Summary - Reader is excited to meet Dominik's parents but is shocked to find out that they are very prejudiced and do not approve of her.

Enjoy!

Székesfehérvár. Dominik's hometown. A small community located about a forty minute drive from Budapest. Although Székesfehérvár was far from as vibrant as the city of Budapest. The town looked more like a prehistoric gathering place for Lords and Dukes of the 1800th century. A place where the sun didn't look out from behind the clouds. A place that probably only had one unanimous shopping center where kids would lurk around what they believed to be a modern hang out.

"Uh, Dominik...?" You were skeptically looking out of the car window. A friend of his let you borrow it for as long as you were staying in Hungary.

"Yeah, babe?" Dominik's eyes left the road, turning to you.

"Can you tell me about your family again?"

"My family?"

"Yeah, like your siblings and stuff." It would be your first time meeting them. You wanted to know what kind of people you were dealing with, perhaps they were also as close-minded as Dominik's parents?

"Well, my younger brother plays football just like me."

"Really, in which league, Bundesliga?"

He chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." He said but did not seize to laugh. "Let's just say my brother is still muturing when it comes to playing professional football."

Whatever that meant, you thought.

"My sister, on the other hand, you'll like her."

"I will?" You perked up.

"Yes, she's very much into fashion and that poet culture shit that you like."

"Wow, you just made me sound like the wokest black girl you've ever been with."

The creases in his eyes widened when he smiled. "Because you are the wokest black girl I've ever been with."

"Dominik, I'm the only black girl you've ever been with."

"True." He nodded and leaned over for a kiss.

You pressed your lips against his. "Idiot."

After a few more minutes in the car, Dominik pulled up to a lovely little home on the outskirts of the town. Your heart pounded in your chest once you realized that this was it. You were meeting his parents.

Dominik walked ahead of you towards the house. You had preferred to hold his hand. Nevertheless, with a knock on the door, he stepped back to stand next to you, waiting in anticipation for...

"Nikki!"

The door flung open, and a child sprung out of the house straight into Dominik's arms.

"You're home, Nikki, you're home!"

"I told you I was coming." Dominik twirled the boy around in his arms. They looked awfully alike, with the same carved cheeks and jet black hair.

"Benedek, who is at the door?"

With all of the commotion a woman appered, eyes wide at the sight of...

"Nikki? Nem tudom elhinni!" (Nikki, I can't believe it!)

"Anya!" (Mom!)

It was a heart-felt reunion. With Dominik putting down his little brother to embrace his mother.

"Mit csinálsz itt?" (What are you doing here?)

It was interesting. You had picked up a few Hungarian words after three years with Dominik. However, compared to his little brother, you understood nothing of what was coming out of his mother's mouth. She had a very thick accent.

"Benedek, is that you bringing cold air into my house?"

A loud thud came from inside the house. It got louder and louder until a large figure took up the door frame. A man, Dominik's father, appeared.

"Nikki?"

He wasted no time, rushing down the steps to greet his son. Dominik's feet left the ground as his father embraced him.

"Nem tudom elhinni!" (I can't believe it.)

His father's accent was also a very thick one, utterly incomprehensible to your ears.

"Hey?" You hissed. You were standing to the side, observing Dominik's heartfelt welcome home when there was a tugg at your skirt. Looking down, a pair of green eyes were staring back at you in wonder. Dominik's little brother.

"Are you my brother's friend?" He asked.

"No." You said in the most disgraceful attempt to speak Hungarian. "I'm not your brothers friend, I'm his...."

"Anya, Apa." (Mom, dad.) Dominik interrupted. With that, all eyes were on you now. "Szeretném, ha találkozna, Y/N, a személyi asszisztensemmel." (I would like for you to meet, Y/N, my personal assistant.)

As oblivious as you were, the mentioning of your name could only mean that this was your queue. "Hello!" You smiled. "It's very nice to meet you all."

Dominik turned to his parents, translating what you just said. They looked at you skeptically but nodded approvingly.

"Egy fekete?" (A black?) His dad scuffed. "Csak illőnek tűnik." (Seems only fitting.)

"Zsolt." His mother frowned, slapping Dominik's father in the arm.

All you could do was keep smiling.

"Cacsorára marad, úgyhogy viselkedjünk." (She's staying for dinner, so let's behave.)

"Yes, yes." His father muttered and gestured for Dominik's little brother to return inside with them.

You turned to Dominik, your only source of security in that moment.

"They like you." He smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes, let's head inside."

A sense of relief washed over you. You and Dominik were invited inside and were quickly ushered into the kitchen. It was obvious that Dominik missed his mother's cooking because he ate more than he does at home, and so did you. His mother was an excellent cook, offering delicious Hungarian dishes.

"Ugh, I think I'm going to explode." You said, having made it to the top of the staircase.

"Me too." Dominik groand. He carried your bags despite his swollen tummy, and for that, he deserved to be rewarded.

"What are you doing?"

You had gone to wrap your arms around his neck. However, Dominik flinched as you did. The first time, he has ever done such a thing.

"I...I just wanted to..." You were taken aback. A heavy lump clogging your throat.

"Baby." Dominik whispered. Why was he whispering? it wasn't late, his family were still downstairs watching TV. "Baby I'm sorry." He saw the hurt in your eyes. I didn't mean to...." There was nothing that could be said, the damage was already done.

"Nikki, is everything alright?"

There was movement at the bottom of the staircase, Dominik's mother, on her way up.

"Megmutattad vendégünknek a szobáját?" (Have you shown our guest her room?)

Dominik scratched the back of his neck. "No Anya, I was just about to."

"Rendben, szólj, ha kell neki valami." (Alright, you tell me if she needs anything.)

"Sure, mom, I will."

His mother gave you a friendly smile before returning downstairs. However, you were still in a bit of a shocked state to return it.

"I'll show you were you'll sleep." Dominik mumbled and made his way down the hall expecting you to follow him. You did, but only because you needed answers.

"Like I said, my parents are a little bit old school...." Dominik stop before a small room. You poked your head in to see that there was only one single sized bed.

"Um, what's this?"

Dominik sighed. "Y/N, let's not make a big deal of it. We're only staying for two nights."

"Yes, but..." You had no words. "You've got to be kidding me, though? We are sleeping together in the same room, right?"

No answer.

"Right, Dominik?"

He grabbed your bags and entered the room, placing them on the bed. You refused to move an inch, waiting for him to return. However, all he said was, "I'm sorry." And kissed your cheek before disappearing down the hall. You were left with more questions than answers, the biggest one being, "What the fuck was wrong with your boyfriend?"

Part 1 Part 2

[whoopsyeahokay]

Heeeyyyy,

I'm sure you've seen the school spirits trailer. What do you think. I'm so excited for season 2 😫

Also hope you're feeling better 💛

ooooh~ my sweet sugar pie. the theories i have are abundant and unhinged 🙈 some of them tie into October Sun, so i'm a little reluctant to share them but i'm happy to divulge what i can 👻

firstly, i'm 100% sure Mr. Martin isn't working alone. there's a reason our sweet ghosties are there. a reason Janette stole Maddie's body to get out of there (for something more than "i'm sick of these 4 walls, i'm going crazy, get me out of here).

fun fact: "The National Emergency Alarm Repeater (NEAR) was a program developed in the United States during the Cold War to supplement radio broadcasts and siren warning systems in the event of a nuclear attack." i don't quite know yet if Maddie has anything to do with the fallout shelter but i find it interesting that her family name is "Nears" and she was knocked out of her body in a fallout shelter.

further, i have a feeling the fallout shelter is a liminal space where anyone could see ghosts.

interestingly, they're bringing in Yuri (which i did not see coming, but i am excited for). i'm curious to see what they're going to do with him. I think these kids were chosen for a reason; something i explore in October Sun, too, but i doubt, in the show, it's for the same reason 😝

i really want to know who Quinn is. i predict she's going to be a love interest for Simon. someone who "helps him through his loss" bc he now believes Maddie's ghost is a figment of his tortured mind 😭 and i think Xavier might be able to see ghosts after being hit by the ass-end of his own truck.

Mr. Anderson comes back and i wanna know why, although my theory is he's gonna be able to explain why the ghosts are there in the first place. not necessarily because he's involved. i just think maybe his dad knows things or he has suspicions or something. he'll be a vehicle to get us to that conclusion.

i feel like the Maddie/Wally romance will be front and center although i still can't see how it'll work unless they bring everyone back from the dead. which... i don't think is the plan. but i could be wrong. still, Maddie/Wally endgame isn't possible if he remains a ghost and she gets her body back, soz. i have a feeling it's going to be one of those things where it starts with a specific couple and ends with that couple being separated and each person is in a different relationship. à la every incestuous CW show ever that ran for more than 4 seasons (i know this isn't CW but u get what i mean).

that's about all i can share without giving away anything from October Sun 🙈 i have so many thoughts and theories, and im' sure i'll come up with more after rewatching all the 'sodes that follow Homecoming...

love u to bits n pieces, babes❤️ tysm for checking in 😘

October Sun

[rascal-xo]

I saw your domestic ghost Headcannon and loved it 😍

Please do another where Ghost is domestic with his lovie on Valentine’s Day!

Like what he would plan or do for them as a couple hehe

All My Love | Simon Riley x Female Reader |

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff 🩷🖤🩷🖤 + some minor smut

Word Count: 483

A/N: Hope you like this post!! Lmk what y’all think in the replies :))

Simon may not look like the type but he’s a TOTAL romantic at heart. Loves nothing more than making you feel loved by him. In his mind, Valentine’s day is no exception for doing exactly that.

Is already running on military levels of sleep even when he’s at home with you, so he’ll be up with the sun and attempt to cook you the perfect valentine’s day breakfast. (He basically cooks as well as he drives, but cut him some slack just for cupid’s day)

Makes a mean cup of tea cant deny that 😫 it just runs in his aggressively British blood

Will wake you up with bringing you breakfast in bed, although most of it most likely won’t get eaten. He’ll make the most of being in bed with you early in the morning. Even the mightiest of ghosts have fallen victim to love, and in Simons case he absolutely is okay with that :)

Will want to spend the morning in no other way than to be tangled in the sheets with his woman, doing what he loves most; loving you.

He's not one for big, flashy displays of affection, but he knows how to make you feel special in his own way. Will spend hours just worshipping your body in all the right places and in all the ways he’s learn to know it best. Won’t stop until he knows you’ve had your fill.

Don’t think he’s gone completely soft on you cause he'll make sure to take his time, savoring every moment, until you're writhing beneath him and begging for more.

When he finally does give in, it's with a tenderness and passion that takes your breath away. He'll move with you in perfect harmony, his body pressed tightly against yours as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Simon may not be the most vocal about his emotions, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll slip a dainty locket necklace around you and you stand in front of your mirror, and kiss the back of your neck as he moves your hair back into place.

When you get his something no matter what it is, he’ll always have it on his person. He thinks of you to be his purpose and would go to any lengths to come back home to you.

When he has to go back to the 141 after his time home with you, expect to get letters. His handwriting is one you’ve become accustomed to in the time you’ve known him. The same handwriting you tease him for since it looks like that of a teenage girls which always seems to get him to chuckle.

Bro becomes a Shakespeare variant when he’s away from his woman. He’ll tell you every little thing and you’ll read it over and over again, running your fingers on the locket around your neck, wishing to be in his arms again.

[leaentries]

Jamie is my absolute baby! (I know he’s a grown man-) I want to protect him with my whole life! how would the reader react to finding out Jamie’s injured again and just taking caring of him. if it were me I would get the poor boy some good vitamins or something

he’s just so princess it hurts😫 he needs someone to look after him

he needs to drink some milk or something i stg

also i just want to cradle him and tell him everythings gonna be okay

definitely not projecting

warnings: sad jamie

wc: 700+

Finding out your boyfriend was hurt, is never a good way to start the week. 

The joys of beginning the season seemed to come to a halt. Your heart physically hurt for Jamie, as you sat beside him in your shared living room. He had just come back after missing 90 percent of last season, due to his shoulder.

It was so unfair. Jamie was on the ice for two games before he was put out. You cursed the hockey gods for doing this to him. No matter how positive he acted around you, it’s extremely hard to miss the deep sorrow embedded in his usually bright eyes. 

Jamie looked so defeated, his love for his job making this situation just that much harder. Other than you, hockey was the love of his life. You often made jokes with him about this, but all of that seemed so far away now. You tried your hardest to cheer him up, bringing him his favorite foods, watching his favorite movies.

Yet, nothing seemed to shake his disappointment. You could tell today was gonna be harder for him, since it was the first roadie the Ducks would be making without Jamie. The day went by slowly, mainly consisting of Jamie laying pitifully on your chest all day. Although, with the exception of doing some much-needed rehab for his injury.

You made sure to help him when he got sore or felt he couldn’t go much longer. You stood by his side, encouraging him and bringing him anything he needed. Now, Jamie would never expect or ask this of you, but he found himself thanking the world for sending you to him. 

The sun eventually set, and the night sky leaked into the atmosphere. You noticed Jamie’s face fall as game time approached. You sat beside him, legs tucked under your body, as you rubbed soothing circles into his arm. 

“It’ll be okay, J.” You, of course, knew why he was so stricken over this particular game, but it still hurt to see Jamie so drained. 

He shook his head slightly, “It just sucks. Like I can’t even physically be there to support my team!” Jamie tried his best not to pour out all of his thoughts on you, not wanting to be a burden. But alas, you can always tell when Jamie is hiding something. The slight quiver of his lip gave him away every time. 

“That’s not all. What’s really bothering you?” You gently turned his face to meet yours. Tears welled in his blue eyes, threatening to fall with each passing moment. 

His emotions consumed him, overflowing at your delicate tone. 

“I just feel like a disappointment,” His simple sentence was barely over a whisper, “I just signed a new contract, and then now what? I’m useless to this team, Y/n.” 

You felt a wave of disbelief wash over you. You knew Jamie was upset over his injury, you just never realized he blamed himself. Your heart broke for the brunette in front of you. You tugged him into your arms, letting him bury his head in your neck as he cried. 

You felt your own tears spring up at the sound of his distressed sobs.

Softly caressing his hair, you placed sweet kisses to his head.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” You reassured, “You’re not a disappointment, sweetheart. You got injured, nobody could have predicted that.” You slowly brought his head up, cradling his cheeks in your palms. “And I absolutely do not want you blaming yourself. It’s not your fault. You can’t control this, Jamie. But if there is anyone in the world who can overcome this, it’s you. Besides, you’ll come back stronger and better than ever.” 

By the time you finished speaking, his tears had stopped, leaving wet trails for you to gingerly wipe away. 

Jamie leaned in to place a small kiss on your lips, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” His eyes flickered to your lips once more, bringing your face to meet his. 

You served as his rock when he felt like his world was slipping away. And he knew, no matter what happened, hockey or no hockey, he would always have you.

[smicksstuff]

YN and Mason had a secret relationship. You guys haven't made it public just yet, however, a slip from a buddy changed everything.

tis’ the season

mason mount x leclercsister!reader

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masonmount🎄❤️

alex_albon cutting it close this year eh

yn_leclerc im sorry i was busy 😩

lorenzotl looking good yn!!

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moneymase is that who i think it is?

chelseaboys there is no way mason would date her. who even is she?

moneymase mate there is no need to be rude about it. you don't even know them.

isahernaez you made gingerbread houses without me? 😔

yn_leclerc sorry babes🥺

arthur_leclerc the gingerbread house looks good im coming to steal it

yn_leclerc stay away from it 😠

arthur_leclerc NO 😈

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yn_leclerc go away pierre

charles_leclerc @yn_leclerc dont be rude

yn_leclerc 😝

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declanrice cute 😍

jackgrealish I thought yn knew how to ice skate

yn_leclerc JACKKKKKK

jackgrealish oh shit my bad. it was bound to happen.

landonorris FINALLLY!!

landonorris no more secrets. i hate them.

charles_leclerc YOU GUYS ARE DATING?

yn_leclerc stop being annoying you knew about it

arthur_leclerc im telling maman

yn_leclerc OMG @lorenzotl HELPPP

judebellingham my favourites! 🔥

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princemason mason mount + y/n leclerc = matchmade in heaven

chelseafans doesn’t she have enough already. why does she need mason too?? bet you she has no clue about football

moneymase mate if you dont like it, just leave.

benchillwell finally!! my favourite duo. 😍

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yn_leclerc love you ❤️

georgerussell63 merry christmas 🎄

jackgrealish oh god not the cheesy christmas photos 😫

masonmount you did this to yourself mate

yn_leclerc this is just the beginning @jackgrealish 💋😉

philfoden stunning as ever

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pascale.leclerc.355 my 2 babies

arthur_leclerc uhh maman what about me

charles_leclerc and me too

yn_leclerc 🫢🫢🫢

kaihavertz29 Fröhliche Weihnachten ❤️

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judebellingham ❤️❤️❤️

masonmount my 👸

charles_leclerc WHAT MISTLETOE ? NO NO NO

yn_leclerc 🫢

sophiaamelia my babygirl is all grown up 🥺❤️

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jackgrealish yn looking amazing as ever 😝

masonmount hey stop hitting on my girl

yn_leclerc OH NO JACKK what did you do?

jackgrealish 💁🏼

arthur_leclerc to many many more christmases like this ❤️

lorezotl yes many many more

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isahernaez just wait till C and I arrive 🤩

carlossainz55 im in a party mood. and I'm bringing my kid with me 🥳

landonorris who is the kid?

isahernaez who else?

landonorris just checking 😊

sebastianvettel merry christmas leclerc family. see you guys soon ❤️🎄

yn_leclerc danke seb. cant wait! ❤️

sharlleclerc OMG is it another seb and charles christmas?

danielricciardo where is my invite? 🤔

yn_leclerc but you are in kangaroo land

danielricciardo yea thats right atleast im not freezing my bum off

yn_leclerc come back here

danielricciardo when the sun is back

mickschumacher credits ??

yn_leclerc all hail resident photographer micky 🙆🏼‍♀️ love ya ❤️

gina_schumacher technically i took some pictures so why does only mick get the thanks

yn_leclerc love you gina!!! thank you schumachers ❤️

all pictures are from pinterest.

[novelcain]

Please read 🙏

So. I mentioned in the tags of one of my first posts back that I had to announce a few things that'd probably lose me some followers, but like I don't blame anyone if you do skedaddle because I know most of you are here for the monkie (totally understandable tho)

That being said I am no longer hyperfixated on jttw/Sun Wukong and that likely won't happen again for a while cause main the thing that caused me to clock out for so long kinda left a bad taste in my brain. However I will eventually come back to it. I can guarantee that. It just won't be for a hot minute (maybe who knows I can't control my brain lol)

As for the 10 billion asks I have in my inbox rn I'll be taking screen shots of the ones that have to do with monkie and such and putting them in a folder so that when I DO get back into jttw I'll just immediately start with those. So yeah if you sent me a really long ask FEAR NOT!😃 for I refuse to get rid of any of them 🥰

With that information tho, I never really intended for this to be just a monkie blog that's just what my hyperfixation had been on since I started. But I also tried to force that hyperfixation to stay way longer than I should have so that I could keep making content that my followers would like which is a part of the reason why I needed a break for so long. I wore myself out, and I needed to convince myself that it was okay for me to make content that makes me happy too. 😌

Tho unfortunately that does mean all my current projects will be on hold and I'll be updating the titles on ao3 soon to On Hiatus. 😔

I ofc will still gladly interact with/absorb any art or writings inspired by or dedicated to my works even if they aren't something I'm currently fixated on because effort deserves recognition and I love seeing ya'lls stuff more than anything. 🥰 Same goes for any submissions with art or edits/videos.

Also I did finish my Triad AU Sun Wukong character sheet like... forever go and just forgot to post it. 😬 (I KNOW I'M SORRY! 😭) SO I'll be posting that soon once I'm done moving everything around and making things more manageable and ✨️aesthetic✨️ on the blog.

Tho that kinda brings me to the next announcement I'll be merging my art blog and my spam blog onto this blog (so many blogs😫) cause honestly 4 blogs is just too much and I just wanna vibe 😅🤚 lol

The last announcement is that once I'm done rearranging everything I'll be going through all my mentions that I've missed and checking out what you guys made while I was gone cause I heard from a few people that there's quite a bit 😊 *much excitement* (on god I need an emoji that looks like it's vibrating because I need visual representation of how I feel like imma explode sometimes)

[ryndicate]

I’m 24 and I just finished moving into my new apartment and I honestly with I had a big strong pro hero to help me with it because I am physically exhausted😫

Moving sucks! Well I mean... the process of moving sucks lol I know how you feel, the last time I moved I ended up hibernating skskdjsk

Honestly this makes me think of Lemillion, and specifically pro hero!Mirio that we're still "talking to" :')) he seems so very nice but we're still sussing him out bc it's all new and fresh and these things take some time? Of course when he jumps to help you with your move though, he's definitely earning some points towards maybe taking things up a step!

With his big beefy biceps and beautiful blues, that wide smile of his and he's so eager to help you!

He'd be the type that sorts all your boxes into piles for him to bring up, and stuff for you. His side has all your boxes of books and kitchen appliances and stuff, while yours has stuff like towels and linens and bedding. You take up the couch cushions, he takes the couch. That kind of thing.

And even though he is obviously trying to take as much of the heavy lifting as possible, you still get tired, you know?? Up and down the stairs all day, and the early summer sun is no joke. So Mirio sees you start to puff and insists you take a break.

He tosses you a water bottle and has you sit down on the couch, which is still kinda haphazardly placed into your new living room. He says he'll grab the next few trips, so you get you watch him, his flexing arms, all veiny from his hero work, all his training. There's sweat beading on his forehead, shining on his neck and shoulders, he's wearing one of those deep blue stretchy tanks and those mid-thigh cargo shorts that give you a nice view of his thighs (huge of course, bitable)

When the truck is finally unloaded, you're stuck looking at this mountain of boxes and you can feel the organizational dread sinking in, but Mirio just takes your hand, smiles and asks if you want grab dinner for a little while instead. "No need to jump right in, it can wait!"

He takes through your favorite drive thru, even though he's got his sunglasses and cap on you can tell the giggly cashier still recognizes him, but he doesn't even comment, turning back to you as you wait for them to bring the food out. He finds an empty street to park on, and you're both just eating and talking and enjoying the breeze. Cracking jokes about the hero gossip he's privy too, like who's flirting with suneater these days, and how much trouble Deku's fangirls cause. Just easy, silly chatting that shows you just how comfortable it is to be around him.

After he finally drops you off to your apartment, it's starting to dip past dusk, and you thank him for all his help making today easier, bracing yourself for the disaster that's awaiting you. But Mirio catches the door before it can close, and you try not to take note of the size of his bicep (seriously, it's right in front of your face—not an easy task). And he's just smiling at you, but this time there's a little more there, something a little warmer, a little more intense, and your heartrate starts to pick up.

"Naw, c'mon I can't leave you with all this. We started this together, we'll finish it together. Even if it takes all night."

[whichwoods]

rereading lsts and remembering how much I love them 🥹🥹

thank you so much!! 🥹 i love them too, below are a few more baby and parenting hcs because they've been haunting me lately

while aemond's first on paternity leave naerys takes most of her naps in his arms (assuming he's not helping luke with something else) because why would he put her down in her crib if he's there?? doesn't make sense 🤨

naerys's FAVORITE game when she's a baby is Foot Telephone, which — exactly how it sounds — consists of luke pretending to use her foot as a phone. she thinks it's hysterical and loses her little mind laughing every time ("hello?? police?? i'd like to report a crime 🤨🦶🏻 this baby is TOO cute!! 😠🥰" "😀😆" "AND smelly!!!! 😔😫 she needs a bath 🤗😚" "🤣🥰🤣🤣🥰😝")

when naerys is around 4 months, so she's still in the bassinet in luke and aemond's room, she figures out how to lift up her legs and drop them. she drives luke mildly crazy for a few weeks with the both constant and irregular sound of her little feet thudding on her mattress while they're all trying to sleep 🥲

luke and aemond refer to aerea's nursery as her "pit" when she's a baby because she sleeps best in complete darkness, every time luke closes the black-out curtains while he's putting her down he's like "say bye bye sun!! 🥰" 😭

aemond doesn't wear an eyepatch to sleep normally but he does start when he becomes a dad — the kids have a habit of climbing into their bed and they're pokers 🥲 they know to be gentle with daddy's eye but you never know lmao

alicent makes luke and aemond bring baelon to sept after he's older than a literal infant exactly one time :) she loves all them dearly but the proceedings of that day led to her never asking them to bring any of the kids to a religious event ever again

they try to keep the kids relatively screen-free within reason but they'll sometimes steal luke or aemond's phone. one day aemond's scrolling his camera roll and finds 15 videos of what he previously thought was a fictitious frog waterpark his daughters made up (he decides it's fine considering the frog hopped back to the polly pocket slide for more by himself each time 😩)