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[satellite-evans]

just rain

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando claims his first win of the season in a rain-soaked Melbourne Grand Prix with a gentle reminder of his son.

Word count: 4k+

Warnings: fluff, anxiety

A/N:

picture credits @pucksandpitlanes <3

AHHHHHH LANDO WON IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM!!!! I couldn't watch bc of time zones but when is saw it in the morning I was soooo 🥹🥹🥹

also Alex being higher than the ferraris was NOT on my bingo card lol but im super excited for him too🤎

I overdramatized the race a bit and it is not 100 % accurate 😅

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

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The sky was breaking open.

What had been a perfect, cloudless Saturday — where everything had felt possible — was now a roaring mess of water and wind.

The same track that had held his first pole position of the season now looked like a stranger.

Lando stood by his car, helmet tucked under his arm, rain sliding off his race suit in steady streams, like the sky itself was crying for him.

He was trying — really trying — to get his head straight.

But it was hard.

Hard when the weight of every near-miss, every mistake, every podium that wasn’t a win pressed on his shoulders.

Hard when the image of Max in São Paulo, slicing through the rain like it wasn’t even there, looped in his mind, taunting him.

This was supposed to be his day.

Pole was supposed to mean something.

But now, all he could think about was how easily rain could take that away.

What if I mess it up? What if I lose everything? What if-

“Daddy?”

The small voice broke through the storm in his head like sunshine through clouds.

He turned.

There was Noah — rain dripping from the ends of his jacket, cheeks pink from the cold, eyes wide and honest and full of something Lando had lost in the last few hours: belief.

You hovered just behind him, watching quietly, giving them space.

Lando crouched down, resting his arms on his knees to meet Noah at eye level.

“Hey, buddy,” he said softly, though his throat felt tight. "You okay out here in the rain?"

Noah frowned, taking a step closer until he was right up in Lando’s space, hands reaching to tug gently at Lando’s suit.

“I am okay, but why are you not okay, Daddy?” he asked, tilting his head. "Aren’t you gonna win? You said you were gonna win."

Lando let out a breath, a shaky laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"I know, mate. I… I wanna win." His voice cracked at the end.

Noah blinked up at him, unbothered by the rain hitting his face. "Then why are you sad?"

Lando hesitated. What could he even say? Because sometimes winning feels impossible? Because I don’t know if I’m good enough? Because I'm scared?

Instead, he shrugged, offering a small, forced smile.

“It’s raining a lot,” he finally said, as if that explained the weight in his chest.

But Noah just gave him a look — the same look Lando had given you a thousand times when he thought you were worrying too much.

“It’s just rain, Daddy," Noah said matter-of-factly. "We like rain.”

Lando blinked, caught off guard.

"You always chase me in the rain," Noah continued, smiling now, that childhood certainty glowing in his eyes. "You say it makes you run faster. And you always catch me, even if I’m the fastest runner ever."

A soft laugh broke from Lando's lips, something warmer, something real.

"And Mommy always says we’ll get sick but you don’t care," Noah went on, as if this were the most important fact in the world.

"You say, 'It’s just rain, Noah. Rain makes us faster.’”

Lando’s throat tightened.

For a second, he couldn't speak.

Because in that moment, through all the noise and pressure and fear, his son had reminded him of something he’d forgotten:

Who he was.

Not just a driver. Not just a number on a screen.

But Noah’s dad. Your partner. Someone who could be brave when it mattered.

Lando reached out and pulled Noah into a hug, pressing his face into the crook of his tiny shoulder, breathing in the rain and the smell of his son — like grass and soap and home.

"You're right, little man," he whispered, voice thick. "It's just rain."

He pulled back, brushing wet curls from Noah’s face.

"And you think I'm faster than everyone, huh?"

Noah grinned, eyes lighting up. "You’re faster than everyone, Daddy! Even if it's raining forever!"

Lando let out a real laugh this time, warmth blooming in his chest.

He looked up to find you, standing there with your arms wrapped around yourself for warmth, but smiling, tears quietly mixing with the rain on your cheeks.

Their eyes locked for a moment, and you gave him a nod — small, but enough to say we believe in you.

Lando stood, keeping Noah’s little hand in his, squeezing gently.

“Okay, buddy. I’m gonna win that trophy for you.”

“Yay!” Noah beamed. “But you can keep it for your shelf... if you want.”

Lando chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Noah’s head.

“No, I think it belongs in your room.”

Noah’s smile widened, his eyes sparkling with pride, as though his father had just promised to conquer the world for him. In that moment, the rain didn’t feel so heavy. The doubts that had plagued Lando’s mind were still there, but the weight of them didn’t seem quite as unbearable with Noah at his side.

And you — your smile, your quiet support — made the world seem possible again.

As they walked toward the pit lane, Lando felt a shift inside of him. The rain wasn’t a burden anymore. It was a challenge. A reminder that no matter how many times life tried to knock him down, he could always get back up. Just like he always did when Noah ran faster than him, laughing, his tiny feet splashing through puddles.

Lando squeezed his son’s hand tighter.

"Let’s show ‘em what we’ve got, buddy."

With a nod from Noah and a final glance at you, Lando felt the familiar rush of determination surge through him.

This wasn’t just about the race anymore.

It was about being the man he promised to be — not just for himself, but for the ones who believed in him.

The Australian Grand Prix was shaping up to be a classic.

As the cars lined up on the grid in Melbourne, the drizzle had kept the track damp, just enough to keep the tire choices uncertain. It wasn’t the heavy rain that everyone had feared, but it was far from perfect racing conditions. Still, Lando sat in P1, his hands firmly gripping the wheel, his focus set on one thing: keeping that lead.

The McLaren car was well-suited to the conditions, and Lando had a good start. The lights went out, and he got off the line clean, his heart racing in sync with the growl of the engine as he took off into Turn 1. He held his ground, blocking Max, who was gunning for the lead, while Oscar — his teammate and the home hero — was hot on his heels in P3.

The track was slick, but Lando’s experience in these tricky conditions helped him build an early gap. His McLaren was light and agile, its handling sharp as he darted through the twists of the Melbourne layout. Verstappen, however, wasn’t far behind. The Red Bull driver was a constant shadow, ready to pounce at the slightest mistake.

By the first pit window, the rain had picked up a bit more, turning the track into a quagmire of uncertainty. Tire choices were a gamble — intermediate tires or full wets? The crew had to decide quickly, and they were calling for intermediates as the rain began to settle. Lando glanced nervously at the sky but held his ground. “Let’s stay out a bit longer,” he told his team, his voice steady but with a hint of doubt. Don’t get greedy, just don’t make a mistake.

Max pitted early, pushing for the full wets as he believed the track was getting too slick for anything else. He rejoined the circuit behind Lando, but it was clear he was closing the gap, his tires cutting through the water more effectively than Lando’s.

Just as the McLaren pit crew started to signal for a pit stop — the conditions changing rapidly — the first Safety Car period was called. A rookie crashed heavily into the barriers, bringing the race to a halt. Lando’s heart raced again as he followed the Safety Car. Was this a blessing or a curse? The rain had intensified even further, and the conditions were treacherous. Oscar, who had been showing great pace, was caught out in the slippery conditions, skidding onto the grass, and although he tried to recover, he struggled to get back on track in time. He was forced to return to the pits, ultimately falling back to P13.

Now it felt like a battle between Lando, Max, and the rest of the pack. But just as they prepared to go racing again, the rain poured down harder, the track quickly becoming a slippery mess. It was a delicate balance for Lando, who was managing the lead with grit and skill but was well aware that Max was waiting to pounce.

The green flag waved again, and the cars shot back out into the mix, Lando still holding off the charging Verstappen.

Lap after lap, Lando danced on the edge of control. Every corner was a fight, every moment a test of his patience and skill. The McLaren’s rear end was constantly sliding out, but Lando somehow kept it in line. He could feel Verstappen breathing down his neck, waiting for him to make a mistake — and then, it came.

The rain intensified in a sudden downpour, and the track became a slick, unpredictable nightmare. The tires couldn’t keep up, and the grip was nonexistent. As Lando tried to brake for Turn 4, his tires locked up, and he was forced to take a detour through the gravel, his heart nearly stopping as he fought to stay on the track. He got back on just in time to gain his way back to P1.

Lando was far from done.

He set his sights forward, telling himself to focus — just focus. The rain was lashing down, but with each lap, Lando found his rhythm again, using the high-speed corners to his advantage, keeping the McLaren planted while others struggled.

A second Safety Car came out as Jack Doohan spun into the gravel, and just as quickly, the race was halted once again. The field bunched up, and Lando’s mind raced. He could feel the pressure of it all — a season opener, a potential win slipping through his fingers as Verstappen loomed behind him.

And then, when it seemed like he was about to lose his edge, Lando had a moment of clarity. He’d thought about Noah — his little boy, his voice in his head, telling him, "You’re faster than everyone, Daddy."

Lando could feel his son’s words ignite a fire inside him. He wasn’t racing to prove anything to anyone else, but to show Noah, to show himself, that no storm, no matter how wild, could stop him.

When the Safety Car came in again, Lando took a deep breath. The track was as slippery as ever, but the fight wasn’t over.

Lando’s heart was hammering. He was in the lead, and with the final few corners in sight, he pushed his car to the edge. The track had dried just enough, but the pressure on him was unbearable. He took a deep breath and crossed the line with the loudest, most cathartic roar of his life.

Lando Norris had done it. He had won.

P1.

He couldn’t believe it.

The rain had made this race a battle of attrition, and as he eased into the cooldown lap, he couldn’t help but smile to himself.

He slowly lifted his hand to the radio and spoke to his team, his voice shaky with emotion.

“Oooph! Little bit of pressure, well done boys. Beautifully handled. Excuted to the second. One second later and we were done so well done everyone. Congrats, amazing way to start the year. Thank you so much. This one was for you, Noah.”

The world exploded in cheers as the McLaren pit crew erupted, their joy a mix of disbelief and ecstasy. But through the noise, Lando only had one thing on his mind: you and Noah.

He couldn’t wait to share this with his little boy and with the love of his life.

Lando brought the car back to the pit lane. He could hear the roar of the crowd, the fans cheering from the stands, even as the noise inside his helmet began to fade. He blinked, trying to keep his focus, but his hands were still shaking slightly from the adrenaline. His chest felt tight, like he was trying to contain all the emotions swirling inside him — relief, pride, and an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

He had done it.

He had won. P1.

As the car coasted into the pit box, the team was already waiting. The McLaren crew flooded around him, clapping and shouting, their faces beaming with joy. But Lando barely registered any of it. His eyes were scanning the crowd, searching for the two faces that meant the most to him — you and Noah.

The cheering around him felt distant, almost muted, as if it wasn’t real. But seeing you, standing by the barriers, your eyes wide with emotion, was like a splash of cold water. The world around him snapped back into focus. He could see Noah next to you, bouncing up and down, his small face lit up with excitement.

Lando’s heart swelled.

He quickly removed his helmet, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, and climbed out of the car. He could feel the weight of his win, but in that moment, it felt lighter. He was overwhelmed by how much this meant to him. It wasn’t just the victory, it was that he had made it — for himself, for you, and for Noah.

Before the team even had a chance to celebrate properly, he was walking toward you.

“Daddy! You did it!” Noah cried out, his voice high-pitched with excitement. Lando's eyes softened, and he dropped to one knee, his arms open wide.

Noah ran straight into his arms, as Lando hugged him tight, holding him close like he had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime. The rain still fell lightly, but it didn’t matter. All the chaos of the race, the uncertainty, the fear — it was gone.

“I did it, buddy,” Lando whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “We did it.”

“You’re the fastest, Daddy!” Noah exclaimed, his small hands grabbing onto Lando’s race suit. “I knew you were!”

Lando chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at his son. “You knew, huh? You were right all along.”

Noah nodded vigorously, his smile as wide as it could go. “You told me you were faster than everyone. And you are!”

Lando’s chest tightened at his words. He had said it to Noah so many times, almost as a promise, a reassurance that no matter what, he could always come out on top. He had made sure to tell Noah that on the tough days, on the days where it felt like nothing was going right, but now it was reality.

And it was because of you and Noah that he had found the strength to keep pushing.

Lando stood up, holding Noah in his arms as he walked toward you. The world seemed to slow as his gaze locked with yours.

You were smiling, but there was something else there — something that said “I knew you could do it”. You were just as emotional as he was. Your eyes glistened with pride, but there was a tenderness in your expression that made him feel like he was home.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Lando’s voice was rough with emotion as he reached out for your hand.

You nodded, your hand fitting perfectly into his. “I never doubted you for a second.”

He leaned in, his eyes soft as he looked at you — the weight of the moment hanging in the air. Without thinking, he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was full of emotion. It was gentle at first, a quiet acknowledgment of everything he had been holding inside.

For a moment, time seemed to slow, and Lando could feel the joy and relief in that single kiss. It wasn’t just the victory he was celebrating, but the shared understanding between the two of you — the quiet support, the unwavering belief, the love.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours for a beat longer, as if he didn’t want to let the moment slip away. "I couldn't have done it without you," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

Noah squirmed in Lando’s arms, eager to get down and join the celebrations. Lando carefully set him down, and Noah immediately ran off toward the McLaren crew, who were cheering and clapping for the win.

As Noah ran off, Lando turned to you, the full weight of the victory finally sinking in.

“I didn’t think it was going to happen, not with the rain, not with Max so close,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “I almost lost it.”

You smiled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair out of his face. “But you didn’t. You held it together, even when it was tough.”

Lando nodded, his heart full. “I had to. For you, for Noah. I couldn’t let this slip away.”

“You didn’t. And look at you now.” You cupped his face gently, your thumbs brushing over his wet skin. “You’re amazing, Lando.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the quiet moment before the world around him started to roar again. But it didn’t matter. He had done it.

The sound of the crowd cheering filled the air, and Lando turned back to watch his team. His crew was celebrating with Noah in the center, lifting him up in excitement. It wasn’t just his victory, it was theirs too. They had all worked for this moment, and Lando could feel the bond between him and his team, his family, stronger than ever.

As the team ushered him toward the podium for the celebrations, he couldn’t stop smiling. His eyes sought yours one more time, and in that glance, everything was clear. This was just the beginning.

As the excitement of the podium celebrations slowly faded, the atmosphere began to settle. The noise of the crowd dimmed as the McLaren team gathered to wind down, still congratulating Lando for his incredible win. It was time for the world to return to normal — at least for a little while.

The rain had stopped during the post-race celebrations, but the sky had once again darkened, and soon enough, the first raindrops began to fall, soft and steady, like a quiet whisper.

Lando was supposed to be getting ready for the press conferences, and Noah had been escorted back to the team’s area, his energy barely contained after all the excitement. But as the minutes ticked by, you found yourself standing near the pit lane, looking around, trying to spot them — Lando and Noah.

They had been with you just moments ago, but now, there was no sign of either of them. You checked the garage. No luck. You headed toward the pit, but nothing. The sound of the rain grew louder, and you could feel the cool droplets on your skin, the familiar scent of wet pavement filling the air.

As you were about to turn back toward the team area, you heard a familiar laugh.

You looked up. There they were.

Lando and Noah were standing near one of the back entrances to the track, the two of them laughing and completely drenched. Lando’s jacket was already soaked, but he didn’t seem to mind. Noah, in his little race suit, was jumping up and down, splashing in the growing puddles, his face glowing with pure joy.

Lando had both arms raised, pretending to be a goalkeeper as he blocked Noah’s wild attempts to splash him with water. They were in their own little world — no race, no press conferences, no podiums, just the rain and the playful chaos of it all.

And for a moment, it felt like everything had slowed down again, just like it had on the track.

You smiled to yourself, watching them. The rain didn’t bother them; if anything, it seemed to make the moment even more special. You could hear Noah shout over the rain, his voice filled with glee, “Come on, Mommy! It’s just rain! You can do it too!”

Lando caught sight of you, his eyes lighting up with mischief. He shrugged with a grin, as if to say it’s just rain, no big deal.

Noah ran toward you, water splashing with every step. “Mommy, come play!” He giggled, his face streaked with joy and raindrops. “It’s fun! Daddy says it’s just rain!”

Lando was right behind him, shaking his head in mock exasperation but his smile betraying the playfulness in his voice. “Come on, babe, it’s just a bit of water. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You could see the way Noah looked up at you with those wide, hopeful eyes. You couldn’t say no.

With a sigh, you gave in. “Fine, fine.”

You stepped forward, and in a moment of complete surrender, you joined them, letting the rain soak through your clothes as you took a running leap into the nearest puddle with Noah. The splash was enormous, and Noah shrieked with delight, running off to jump in the next puddle.

Lando joined you, laughing, as the three of you danced and played under the darkening sky, the rain falling harder now but somehow feeling like the perfect way to celebrate the day.

For that fleeting moment, there was no world beyond the sound of Noah’s laughter, the rain crashing down, and Lando’s teasing calls as he splashed you and Noah. The storm had come back, but instead of being a nuisance, it was the backdrop to a perfect family moment.

“Look at us,” Lando said between laughs, his hair soaked and his face flushed with happiness. “We’re all drenched and I couldn’t be happier.”

You caught Noah as he tried to leap into a particularly big puddle, lifting him up and holding him close. His wet hair clung to his forehead, but his smile never faded.

“This is the best thing ever!” Noah giggled, kicking his feet playfully.

“You sure know how to make a rainy day perfect, don’t you, bud?” Lando said, holding you close as you both watched your son’s joyful antics.

“Just rain,” you said softly, your gaze meeting Lando’s. The chaos of the day had faded into the background. What mattered now was here — this moment, with Lando and Noah, playing and laughing in the rain.

Lando pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there just a moment longer. “It’s just rain,” he whispered, and for the first time today, you didn’t mind the rain at all.

[hotchnerwrites]

hello this is my first time requesting so sorry if it’s bad😭😭😭. but i was thinking about maybe the reader having a hard day at work (she worked at the bau) and was kinda stress out so hotch sits her in between his legs and fingers her while whispering sweet nothings in her ear ???? i just need him to take care of me😩😩😩😩😩

Reckless

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW (18+), fingering, mirror sex, kind of established but hidden relationship, no use of (y/n), afab reader

A/N: Hi, hun, thank you so much for taking the chance on me and requesting, especially since this is your first time <3 It was a great request, and I love the idea! I'm kinda new to writing smut. It's definitely a learning curve for me, but I tried my best. I really hope you like this, and it's what you wanted!!! mwah mwah mwah, enjoy. And man, I want Aaron to talk me through it so bad 😩

My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)

You hate Denver.

It’s ridiculously hot. Not even the AC was helping. And to add fuel to the fire, the local sheriff was utterly incompetent. Not only had he lost half the physical evidence, but he was also getting in the way of the team’s job.

And just your luck— you’d been tasked with retrieving the evidence. In a desperate effort to escape from reality, you’d locked yourself in the evidence cabinet, hands still shaking from too much caffeine. You knew it couldn’t last forever, but even ten minutes away from the local police was solace. 

For a while, the only noise in the room was the ruffle of papers as you dug through cardboard boxes desperately, wishing the documents would magically reappear. Mindless work, but it was grinding your gears, and you could feel yourself becoming more stressed by the minute. But you keep at it, hoping against hope. 

Just as you begin to settle into your task, you hear the door creak open. Damn it.

You tense, hoping it’s not that damn sheriff again. You didn’t want to have to punch him in the face. But a familiar cologne of warm spice and amber crowds your space and the tension eases— Hotch. 

Though you were grateful for his presence, the case, the pressure, the exhaustion— it had all built up to a breaking point. The last thing you wanted was to talk, but you couldn’t shake the knot in your chest. Hotch, always attuned to your mood, noticed how you seemed to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders right now. That’s why he’d followed you into the filing cabinet. 

Wordlessly, he slides you a small piece of paper. Before you could open it, he places a soft kiss on your temple and leaves the way he came.

10 pm Knock thrice if you’re feeling reckless. Twice if you want me to behave. Either way, my door is always open. - A

You smile.

———

You lay spread-eagle on your bed, listening for the sound of doors closing. You wanted the team in bed before you went to Aaron. All but one door… and there it was. The last click. The coast was clear. You swing your legs off the bed. Exhaustion racks your frame, but your excitement masks the strain.

You slip out of your hotel room, gently drawing your door close. Aaron’s room is opposite yours— convenient. As you’re about to knock on his door, you hesitate for a second. Twice or thrice? But as the week you’ve had flashes in front of your eyes, your resolve hardens. 

Tap-tap-tap.

The door swings open almost immediately. Chocolate brown eyes meet yours, and the day’s irritation melts away. Aaron takes you by the wrist, guiding you into the room gently. The warmth of his palm was comforting, a reassurance that you were safe, even when your mind was racing.

As you follow him, you take in the state of the room. Files are scattered across the desk. A few are marked with sticky notes, others open to pages filled with dense reports and scribbled annotations. A half-finished glass of bourbon is balanced precariously nearby, and his blazer is draped over the back of the chair. Aaron’s tie is missing, tossed in some dark corner.

A dry chuckle escapes you, “Good to see I’m not the only one going nuts from stress.”

He doesn’t respond, but the small quirk of his lips tells you he heard.

“Sit,” he instructed softly, pointing towards the edge of the bed. With a quiet exhale, you obey, letting yourself be steered. You didn’t want to think anymore. Your knees fall open as you settle in, tension roving through your muscles.

Hotch steps between your legs, presence steady and grounding. Without a word, he places his hands on your shoulders, expert thumbs kneading the knots there. 

Slow. Deliberate.

You can’t help the groan that falls from your lips. It felt heavenly. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and soothing. “Take a deep breath for me.”

The rigidity in your neck eases slowly, and your breathing evens out. For the first time since landing in Denver, you let go.

But just as you begin to get comfortable under Aaron’s ministrations, he moves.

Not far, just enough to sink down on the mattress beside you. Before you could process his decision, his large paws envelop your waist. And he pulls— guiding you effortlessly into his lap.

A quiet gasp escaped you as you let yourself be gathered into his hold, your back pressing flush against his chest, his arms winding around your middle.

“Better?” he murmured against your hair, his lips barely brushing your temple.

You exhaled, letting your head rest against his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Better.”

“Let me take care of you tonight, honey,” he whispered, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

He wasn’t kidding about being reckless. You had never done this before on a case. Despite that, you nod eagerly. You needed this. And something told you that Aaron did, too.

He doesn’t waste any time. Pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands trail up your ribs, going all the way up under your shirt. The feeling of his fingers on your skin set your senses on fire. Heat blooms across your face and your head lolls back against his shoulders as he cups your tits, the rough pad of his thumbs flicking against your nipples. A low grunt from Aaron conveys that he’s grateful for your decision to forego a bra tonight. 

Without warning, he pinches your right nipple. The sudden sensation catches you off guard, and you gasp, arching into his touch. He’s barely even started touching you, and you’re already losing it.

“The mirror,” he says suddenly.

The words cut through the haze of arousal settling on your brain. “What?”

“The mirror. Look at it.” You feel him indicate with a nod, and you blink, gaze shifting forward to land on the large mirror across from the bed—one of those standard hotel-room fixtures positioned perfectly to reflect the two of you. 

What you see makes heat spread across your face. You, seated in Aaron’s lap, with his arms wrapped securely around your waist. Your face is flushed, and your nipples are pointed through the material of your shirt. Your jaw hangs slightly open, and you’re breathing audibly. You look utterly wanton and at Aaron’s mercy. With a start, you realise his shirt is rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms.

Just the way you like it.

And the way they strained as they caged you against him? Words couldn’t describe how badly you needed him right now. Sensing your desire, Aaron moves faster. In the blink of an eye, he pulls your thin shirt over your head and discards it, exposing your breasts. Large, calloused hands sweep across your body and whispered sighs fall from your mouth. 

“Touch me, please,” you beg, desperate for his hands to graze you where you need him the most.

Through the mirror, you watch Aaron as he slowly mouths up your neck, settling on that soft spot behind your ears. Impatience takes over, and you grind into his lap, rubbing your pussy into his hardening crotch. You needed him inside you now, and you didn’t care whether it was his fingers or his cock.

“Patience,” he rasps into your ear, “Or I’m gonna go even slower.”

Your retort burns on your tongue, but before you can do anything about it, Aaron slides his hands under the waistband of your pants. He brushes his fingers gently over your abdomen, taking his sweet time.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight, sweetheart,” he continues. His voice is unfairly composed. You have no idea how his brain is still functioning because yours certainly isn’t. All you can think about is the feeling of his thick fingers, preferably buried inside your cunt.

A prolonged moan slips out of you. You couldn’t give less of a damn about who heard right now. 

“Aaron,” you plead, making eye contact through the mirror. He looks so pleased— like a cat that got the cream. And then, slowly— oh, so slowly—his fingers flit over where you needed him the mouth.

“I want you to keep your eyes on yourself, sweetheart,” Aaron commanded, his Unit Chief voice seeping out. “If you don’t, I’ll stop.”

Your breath hitches. You nod. Anything. Whatever he wanted, you’d give it to him. You just wanted him inside of you. 

Aaron rolls your pants down in a deft movement, letting his palms rove over your stomach. Thankfully, he decides to put you out of your misery, and slides his fingers into your panties, groaning in your ear as it slips in oh so easily, creating a wet sound. The friction sends you to heaven, and you stretch your legs further apart, too far gone to be embarrassed by how you look in the mirror right now. 

“My pretty girl,” he rasps, “You’ve been so good today.”

The praise has you whimpering and you grind down on his palm.

“Didn’t even complain,” Aaron grunts, hooking his fingers inside your gummy walls, “Such a good girl.” You whimper at his words and the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. The way he’s scissoring his fingers in your cunt… 

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so wet for me right now.”

Aaron continues to slide his fingers in and out of you, ever so slowly but oh so perfectly. You bite your lips to contain the noises threatening to escape you, but when he grabs your tit, rolling a nipple between his fingers, your eyes slide shut, letting the sensations take over.

“I said,” he growls, punctuating his words with thrusts of his fingers, “Look. At. The Mirror.” 

Your eyes fly open, and your hips jerk involuntarily, overwhelmed by the feel of his touch. Your body burns in pleasure, and his name falls from your lips, tangled with a soft moan. 

“God, you feel so fucking good, honey,” Aaron groans, “I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re so wet. You’re doing so well, baby”

“Please, yes…” you whine back, body arching to beg for more. His fingers are dripping wet with your arousal and you watch them disappear repeatedly into your cunt, making damp sounds. You bite your lower lip to keep your impending orgasm at bay, but just then, Aaron circles your clit with the pad of his thumb.

The cry that leaves you only seems to incense Aaron. He’s fully hard by now, and you can feel his cock straining painfully against your ass. Pleasure clouds your brain, and you can’t do anything but take what he gives you and grind helplessly on his lap. Despite that, you don’t look away from the mirror, watching indulgently as you bounce on Aaron’s hand and he sucks light bruises into your neck.

Aaron keeps circling your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. The coil in your belly is tightening and you can barely even concentrate on the honeyed words he’s spilling in your ears. He continues to work you, pumping his fingers steadily into your pussy.

“Aaron, I wanna cum so bad,” you sob, hovering over the edge. The pleasure is spreading from your clit to the rest of your body, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispers, “Let go.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. 

Your orgasm crashes into you like a massive wave, walls squeezing his fingers tightly. Aaron groans deeply in your ear as you ride out your pleasure, watching you through the mirror. He continues thrusting his fingers inside you, his other hand holding your waist tightly.

Tears prick your eyes, and your body shakes. You take time to come down from your high, but when you do, you can’t even remember why you’d been in such a shit mood today to start with.

Aaron gently brushes strands of hair away from your face, still whispering sweet nothings. His eyes were still dark with lust, but he was looking at you like you’d hung the moon. You lift a trembling hand and wrap your palm around his wrist. Not pushing or pulling, just holding on.

“There’s my girl,” Aaron smiles, holding you close. “Feel any better?”

“Much,” you admit. 

“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, as he peppers your neck and shoulders with kisses.

“Hey, Aaron,” you start suddenly, “I think I know where the sheriff put the evidence.”

“What?” Aaron blinks at you, processing your words. Then, with an exasperated smirk, “You really know how to kill a mood, sweetheart.”

Thank you for reading! I appreciate any likes/comments/reblogs/follows. Constructive criticism is welcome. Do not plagiarise my content and/or post it anywhere without crediting me.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Oh yes a blog with requests open!! I've been reading domestic stuff all day trying to find a place I could bring my request to cause I'm in a certain mood. If it is okay I'd love to request Savanaclaw boys with their expectant s/o and feeling the baby (or even babies you can have liberty there lol) kick for the first time?? I need the cuteness. Love your stuff btw <3

Jack Howl:

Jack was treating you like a delicate flower, as if he hadn’t taken the challenge of randomly trying to arm wrestle or take him by surprise your entire relationship. You were far from fragile but you understood his hesitance as this was the first baby you were having together, trying not to fawn over how cute he would be nervously holding an infant that could probably fit in the palm of his hand. You had been trying to get him to feel a kick for awhile but it seemed the baby inside you was not willing to play fair, settling down the moment you pulled Jack’s attention; he almost wondered if he could actually feel them kicking or not. His ears flick back and his eyes widen as his hand feels the tiniest pressure against it, looking at you like an already stressed out dad who didn’t know how to handle his child’s endless demands.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona’s hands naturally rested on your stomach when you were curled up together in bed, his body pressed up against you from behind. He’d move his chin to the crook of your neck and snooze away like it was the most comfortable he’d ever been, and normally it was. He was not expecting your stomach to fight back, ears twitching as he thinks at first that you’re shifting around or trying to wiggle away from him. He presses his hands lightly against your stomach again just to feel that same pressure returned, a little kick from the bundle of joy growing inside you; he huffed at their audacity to push back at him already, wondering how you could remain asleep at a time like this.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Moments like these have always had Ruggie reflecting on the events of his life, how he had never dreamed of being financially comfortable enough to have a family of his own. He had plenty of other worries, still taking care of all those who grew up and looked out for him, but he knew that community would also extend to his own child. Everyone had seemed so excited at the announcement that it had calmed his nerves a bit, as despite having endless experience taking care of kids while he was a kid himself, he didn’t know if he was exactly dad material. He laughs a little as a well-timed kick knocks him out of his thoughts, sharing a grin with you as he decided to fully enjoy the moment—he had worked hard to get here after all.

[ladykailitha]

You're a Dream to Me Part 5

Hey, guys! Welcome back! I just finished this story yesterday and I'm a super excited for you all to see where it goes!

In this we have the reveal and how each of them deal with the news. Also Dustin's reaction is a bit backward, but in all fairness he wasn't full awake yet.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Steve was somewhere he hadn’t been in these dreams before. He was standing in the wings of a major stadium watching his soulmate play.

His long curly hair flew about his hair as he headbanged to the song the band was playing. His fingers that held those rings danced along the frets. He was long and lean, his legs clad in tight leather pants, bullet belt on the slutty waist, feet shoved into combat boots. He wore crop top, sleeves cut out, showing the tattoos that dotted his skin.

Then he looked over at Steve and smiled. And Steve’s heart stopped. He recognized those deep brown eyes and dimples. He had seen them staring up at him from magazines and album covers for years.

Eddie Munson.

Holy shit. He giggled excitedly. He couldn’t believe it. His soulmate was Eddie Munson. Dustin had been right, the little butthead.

Then Eddie swept off stage and picked Steve up by the waist, swinging him around, kissing deeply. It was all Steve could do not laugh out loud at the sheer joy of it.

“Hey-ya, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “I missed you.” He kissed Steve again fiercely and Steve let him take over every inch of him. His hands slid down Steve’s body and his eyelids fluttered shut, biting back the moan that tried to claw out of his throat.

“I’ve been waiting for you, rockstar,” he murmured back. “For so long.”

~

Steve woke up with a gasp. He scrambled for his phone and the clock read 6:57am, three minutes before his alarm was supposed to go off. He flopped back on the pillows with a huff of annoyance. He wanted to go back to sleep to get back to his dream, but there was no chance of that.

But he had to go to work like a schmuck instead of being a literal fucking rockstar. Holy shit. He couldn’t believe it. Eddie Munson really was his soulmate. Wasn’t that a kick in the head? Like of the billions of people on the planet he would get the lead singer and guitarist of the biggest metal band in the world.

But also someone from his high school.

Suddenly the reason for his soulmate not being ready made sense. If he had been concentrating on his music until now, he probably hadn’t felt like he needed a soulmate. Not when he was on top of the world.

Steve still wondered what changed, but decided to take Robin’s advice and leave it alone. It would do no good to pick at that. Not unless Eddie wanted to tell him.

His alarm went off and he got up. He did his morning routine on autopilot as he looked up other tour dates. Yes, he was seeing the band at the Hideout, but he wanted to see if there were other, sooner days he could meet Eddie.

He called Robin when it was safe to do so, having learned his lesson from his first clear soulmate dream.

“Holy shit!” she cried when he told her. “That’s freaking epic. No ordinary soulmate for Steve Harrington. A mega rockstar worth millions. Only the best for my bestest friend and platonic soulmate.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, Bobbie. I appreciate that. So I was wondering if you wanted to see them in concert before they came to Hawkins?”

“As in a vain attempt to get him to notice you and make eye contact?” she said with a note of amusement in her voice.

He chewed on his thumbnail and then blurted out. “Well it’s not like I can call up his management or agent and say ‘hey I’m his soulmate, and not just some rando creep’. Anyone with a half a brain is going to laugh me off the phone.”

“Oof,” Robin said with a grimace. “Yeah. I bet they get hundreds of calls a day of people claiming that shit. I’m sorry, Steve. Yes, I will absolutely help you stalk your soulmate in Indy.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Thanks. You’re the best.”

“I know,” she murmured back. “I’ll see you later and then we can plan a dramatic storming of the stage, okay?”

Steve agreed and then said goodbye, hanging up the phone. His next person he needed to tell was just down the hall.

Claudia had been upset that Dustin had decided to stay and see the concert. Even with Steve telling her it was the chance of a lifetime and that missing school for one week wouldn’t destroy his chances at a good career, it was decided it would be better for all if Dustin stayed with Steve during that week. Dustin still went home for dinner, but it was clear Claudia had thought the decision foolish.

Steve knocked on the door to the second bedroom. Back when Steve first got the place it was Robin’s room, but after she moved out with her soulmate it got turned in a guest room.

Dustin made some grunting noises that Steve took as permission to come in. He hopped on the bed, making Dustin bounce.

“Dude,” Dustin said rubbing his eyes. “What do you call this time?” He sat up to see Steve grinning at him.

“I know who my soulmate is,” Steve said sing-song, bouncing the bed again. “And you’re never going to believe who it is.”

“I refuse to be woken up for anyone less then Eddie Munson,” Dustin said, turning over to roll back to sleep.

Steve bounced on the bed again, his grin stretched out over his features taking up his entire face. “Wakey, wakey, Dusty!”

Dustin lay on his pillow for a moment until his still sleeping brain caught up to what Steve was insinuating. He shot up and Steve threw himself back to avoid getting smacked in the face. But he smirked when Dustin finally looked at him.

“There is no way!” he cried. “The odds would be astronomical that you would get a famous person. I know because I fucking checked!”

“Wow,” Steve said in genuine surprise. “Dustin Henderson talking about the odds instead of crowing that he was right. This is a momentous occasion indeed.”

Dustin folded his arms and pouted. “I hate that Robin got you that word a day calendar. You’ve gotten super verbose.”

Steve cackled. “I think it’s fantastic. But now I can ask him where he gets his rings so you can get replicas made...”

Dustin lit up. “Oh my God! All the things that I could ask him about his music and how he writes and if he still does D&D! This is totally wicked!”

Steve just grinned at him. “I’m so excited that he’s finally ready to meet me. Robin and I are going to try and get tickets to the Indy show, too. See if I can’t like try and make eye contact via the signing line.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said with a nod. “I am totally on board with that. Like I don’t have the money to go see them with you, but like imagine being backstage at The Hideout because you’re soulmates with the frontman of the band.”

Steve looked at his watch. “I’ve to open the shop in an hour, so I’ve got to get going.” He ruffled Dustin’s hair. “But I just wanted to tell you before I went to work.”

“You called Robin first, didn’t you?” Dustin asked dryly. “Like I’m currently staying at your place and she was still the first to know.”

“She is my best friend, Dustin,” he said gently, getting to his feet. “And when anything happens she’s my first call. I had just woken up and called her as soon as I could. You don’t usually stay here while you’re in town. This is a very special circumstances.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and huffed, “Yeah, yeah. Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Sure, bud.”

Steve got his breakfast on the go and practically skipped down the stairs to his car. He paused at the bottom step and looked up at his old apartment. Maybe it was time to move out and get a place that was all his own.

He had been living in the past for so long, he had almost forgotten how to live. Now that he knew who his soulmate was, it was like the universe had given him permission to move on and he felt lighter than he had in years.

He skipped to his car and whistled happily to the music in the car all the way to work. He put on the latest Corroded Coffin album for the speakers at work and got down to opening the store.

He even got to have a nice chuckle at some Karen opening the door to the bookstore and immediately closing it again when she heard the music. She never did come back, much Steve’s unbridled glee.

By the time Robin got into work, Steve was halfway through putting up a display of Corroded Coffin merchandise on the main table.

“Sap!” Robin said, skidding to a stop. “You are going to be absolutely disgusting with your soulmate, I can already tell. Like Gomez and Mortica levels of unhinged devotion.”

Steve looked up at her, his whole countenance positively beaming. “Do you really think so? Gosh. If we were even a tenth that level, I think I would be pretty happy.”

The teasing grin fell off Robin’s face and was replaced by a fond smile. She knew that Steve had been waiting a long time for his soulmate and had about given up hope that they would meet while they still had time to build a relationship. But now?

He was like a puppy who had been adopted to a loving home for the first time and still couldn’t believe its luck.

“I’m happy for you, dingus.”

~

Eddie woke up feeling annoyed. He had been dreaming about Harrington for years but recently the dreams had gone from steamy and sexy to lovey-dovey and pure unadulterated sap. What the honest fuck was up with that? He was supposed to be getting soulmate dreams not whatever the hell this was with Harrington.

He swung his legs off the bed and sat up. He scrubbed his face and stood up. He got halfway to the bathroom when he came to a sudden stop.

He looked back at the bed for a moment.

One of the most common aspects of soulmate dreams was the clarity in which you could remember them. Like with other dreams, you might remember them or maybe bits and pieces, but often once you woke up they vanished like fog before the morning sun.

But lately he had could recall each dream with startling accuracy. Like he could remember the way Steve nuzzled into his neck, the constellations they looked at, and most importantly, the song he was playing in his last dream.

But there was no way right?

Steve Harrington must be on his way to the six kids and the white picket fence by now, right? There is no way that ladies’ man, sex on legs wouldn’t have gotten his soulmate by now. That the universe would be that fucking cruel not to give the guy the best soulmate the world had to offer as soon as possible, instead of some asshole who was prejudiced against anyone who didn’t match his own aesthetics.

Yeah, yeah. He was over that now. But how long had Steve had to wait for him if he was right? Was it weeks or months? Because if it was years...

He stomach seemed to hollow out and he felt a swooshing feeling from his head to his toes.

Steve Harrington was his soulmate?

There could be no other answer.

He dropped to a crouch and put his head between his legs as he fought regain equilibrium. Once he felt like he could stand, he got up and grabbed his phone.

“Hey, Chris,” he muttered, biting his thumb nail. “You’re never gonna believe this.”

~

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[oopsiedaisydeer]

oh my god! oh my god! okay. AAAAA. i hit 1k oopsie nation :>

very very overwhelmed by all the love but i am immensely grateful. i started posting my writing (shoutout to my ponyo!au) approx. 52 days ago. 52 days! and now i'm at 1k. wow. wow. means the world! but what means even more to me, and will always mean the absolute world to me, is knowing the following people are my mutuals :> and that i get to call u my friends <3

without further ado, thank you so so much to:

@sturnslutz alexis u were one of the first ppl who like genuinely wanted to be my friend on here !! always so so surprised by how quickly we became friends<3 i love u. keeping it short and sweet :p

@throatgoat4u nini everytime we interact it's positive. i have not a single bad word to say about u and if anyone does i will come for them. trust. you are amazing and i love ALL your stuff and every time u post your writing i appreciate it smm!!!! also u have always been so so kind and supportive of my work,, which means the most. a singular note from u is worth a 100.

@cowboylikenat nat i love talking to u sm and whenever u pop up in my notes i smile. youre so cute and youre so cool and i just wanna tuck u under my wing like a baby bird. i hope that's not weird. but just know i appreciate u. so much. much much love.

@bernardsbendystraws rose idek what to say bc to me u r like the guardian angel of sturniolo tumblr,, you always made it feel like such a safe space to be a part of and i genuinely can't believe how nice and awesome and amazing you are. i love reading ur work, and talking to u, reading ur yaps, and interacting w u in every way. i love you lots and lots <333

@mattsstarlet kitty sometimes i don't know if i want to be you or if i want to date you (acc no it's definitely the latter). ik we joke around a lot but you genuinely mean a lot to me and your accounts is one of my comfort blogs on tumblr <3 as yk i love scrolling thru it, almost as much as i love showering u with praise bc: ur writing is incredibly underrated imho like ts deserves a million notes and bc ur the sweetest angel ever and bc i am in love with you. i'll never stop. i hope you know how much i love you (ah i wrote sm chat i gotta lock in). kisses and hugs to u always.

@strnilolover gabs we only recently started talking but i feel very very lucky every time you msg me just because you are so cool. and i love you. almost as much as mac and cheese (maybe more). never stop yapping to me please i beg. you are amazing. part of me wants you to fix your sleep schedule the other part is kinda grateful that you're awake when i am (timezones can't come bt us). much much love,, u make me more happy than u know !!

@loverboysturn i've said this before and i'll probably say it again. tink, you inspire me endlessly and i love your blog immeasurably. whenever i'm feeling down i scroll thru ur page and i get especially emotional when i see my asks that you've answered (as an emoji anon shdfhfjs). please never stop writing. u inspired me to start writing and for that i am forever grateful. i love you so so much and you provide me so much joy and comfort just by you being you! and thru ur writing !! i love you more than you will ever know <333333

@snoopychris hello gen. fuck you. i have nothing else to say.

....i love you more than all of sturniolo tumblr could conceive in their collective brain (does that make sense). u make every part of my day better. whether it's a message, a post, a note, answering my asks, or even just the thought of u crossing my mind. omg i'm actually crying. i don't know how to even get across how much you mean to me but i am forever and ever grateful that we are friends and that im not just a groupie to u (bc yk i'd accept that fbhsfdhs). i would NEVER have started writing with you. i would not be nearly as happy or as excited about life right now without you in it. if there's anyone i would want to hug in this world, it would be u:> and i don't even like hugs. i would also suck your metaphorical dick. i hope this makes sense. pda makes me nervous:>> i love you so much im just pulling shit out of my ass atp. u will never get rid of me i hope you know. i love you. ok that's it, i'll shut up now.

and to all of u who interact with me:> thank you. thank you so much. you all make me so happy, especially when you leave a comment, or reblog something, or pop into my inbox. and hello to any lurkers as well. i see you. and appreciate u ! if you are reading this! i love you! my goal for this blog is to be silly and to have fun and just make it an overall positive/comforting place to be:> so i hope if u r part of the oopsie nation, u feel that way fdsfshk. much love.

thank you all so very much again <3

and as always, silly, sexy and sad stuff is otw :>

[blubunz]

i just finished reading 'deep inside' and holy shitt?? it's simultaneously a breath of fresh air and something that just knocks the wind out of my lungs coz: (1) there's rarely ever sub!Leon where it's not RE2 or 4 and (2) i love a good sub!Leon fic where he's crying, desperate to cum, overstimulated, or all of the above and it ticked all those boxes Σ(゜゜) is it alright if i'll request an sub!older Leon fic again and this time it's kinda inspired by Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter? just a good 'ol sub fic with plenty of Leon crying, cumming, um... hair pulling too i suppose (✿☉｡☉) dw if you're not down for it, it's totally cool with me! i just have to get this out hihi >//<

-🩰 <3

holy shit thank you😭❓️❓️ I actually love sub old Leon sm but didn't expect this much love either I'm actually genuinely surprised😧 tysm I appreciate the compliment a lot !! Kicking my legs rn

Also I've never listened to Bed Chem before this ask hwat,, I'm sorry if it's not like in the lyrics but like yeah😞

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: sub!old! leon x f! reader, leon takes over later but hes not,, dominant so i think it qualifies of him being a sub still, pet names, panties sniffing, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, pussy so good he's going insane, worshipping (?),leon feels guilty,, so he's apologizing a lot, crying, whimpering, bending over, oral (m! receiving), porn no plot.

“Jesus, fuck—slow down, sweetheart.” Leon pants, looking down at you kneeling in front of him, impatiently unbuckling his belt.

“Thought you wanted this.” Taking his cock in your palm, you kisses the tip with your soft lips, lipstick smeared from the earlier make out session you had with him.

“Yeah, I do, but— fuuuuuuck!” He groans, head falling back and his feet digging into the mattress when you only take the tip in between your lips. You hum in content, teasing his cock with kitten licks, tongue sliding between the slit leaking pre-cum.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” His jaw hangs open, tears already brimming in the corner of his eyes as they wrinkle up. His hips buck, shaking with anticipation.

“Oh, slow down, Leon.” You giggle, mocking him from his earlier statement, in which Leon whines in return, itching his cock closer to your mouth.

You finally oblige, however, sinking his cock down your throat and that makes his mind break, pushing his hips up in a quick but clumsy pace. He can't help it, your mouth is hot and wet, just like your pussy. Honestly though? You can rub his cock with your heel and he'd be happy to paint it white as well.

You delicately push your hair back a little, the casual act makes him feel like you're not feeling as excited as him and oh god that makes him feel so weak, knowing how worked up he is and how casual you are, despite your own cunt throbs with juices staining your panties already.

He groans when you push yourself up again, your own lips leaving his weeping tip with a lingering kiss. He can't take it anymore, he's desperate for release and damn it all to hell, he wants to disobey you. Well, you are somewhat younger, you should've been the one getting tied up and begging for him, but he respects you too much for that, too lovesick to even comprehend the thought of seeing you giving up your own pleasure to satisfy him.

But, today he seems eager to just ravage you whole. Leon groans, grabbing your wrist tightly to pull you close and picks you up.

Of course you let out a surprised gasp, instantly frowning at how he's changing the rules.

“S-Sorry baby...I swear I'll make it up to you.” Leon instantly coos, bending you over the bed and pulling your panties down in one swift motion.

He savors your heated arousal that has stained on the fabric, a deep sniff and he's rubbing it all over his face, down to his cock, fisting himself a few times before lining up against your entrance.

“Leon—!” You were about to protest, displeased, obviously, your mind is already thinking of ways to make him cry even more, but all thoughts melt and turn to puddle once that red tip eases inside your core with a loud, enticing squelch.

You shut up instantly, biting down your lip as Leon hugs you against his chest and instantly ruts into you like a rabbit, he's crying out curses and moaning so loud, already setting you to a rough pounding.

“Ngh—! Fuck! Fuck! Oh god, baby I'm so sorry—” He's crying, babbling out apologies as his hips attach to yours. “P-Pussy so good, ohmygod holy fuck! My baby, sweetheart, oh god piccolo I'm sorry I'm sorry!”

You would respond to him, telling him it's okay, that you enjoy this too and that you don't mind, but he's pounding you so good, fucking the words out of you.

Leon has to pull away from you for a moment to breathe properly, your scent overflowing his nostrils, he's dazed with lust and love for you, everything about you just makes him ache for love.

“God, yes!” His head tilts back, his fingers snaking up to your hair, pulling on it to pull your back flushed against Jim. He's breathing heavily in your ear, cock twitching inside your sweet cavern as he keeps apologizing.

“Mngh, I'm such a bad puppy, aren't I?” Leon whines, his face flushed and he's frowning from feeling bad about disobeying you. He looks like a sad old dog, you have to admit, but you can't deny he appeals to you in ways no one can. His wrinkles are there, creasing his forehead, by the eyes, near his lips, but that just makes him look hotter, acting like a young pup despite being so old.

One hand in your hair, the other one grabs one of your bouncing tits. His blurry, teary eyes can see how soft they are when he thrusts up into your pussy, how your nipple reacts to his fingers just pinching and pulling.

“Ngh, sorry baby...” He pants loudly against your ear, kissing your cheek in hopes to make you less uncomfortable. “Wanna-Wanna cum, I wanna cum inside you.” He begs. “Please, sweetheart, oh god please let me cum inside you please please, pretty please—"

You haven't spoke in so long, and your juices spilling out as you cum without warning, squeezing his cock in a suffocating way that he enjoys.

“Oh fuck yes! Squeeze my cock, please baby. Make me cum!"

Leon gasps, eyes roll up as he shoots himself inside your awaiting womb, filling you up quick. He doesn't stop though, no, he keeps going, giving you slow thrusts before slamming your face down the mattress.

More apologies spilling out with false promises, words like “Sorry sweetie, just one more, please?” are enough to let you know he's going all the way.

Leon's body shakes from overstimulation, his body isn't like before, he can't go for long, but something about you today just makes him rock hard again, already going at a fervent speed.

He's tugging your hair harder, he's crying so much that his tears are dripping and rolling down your back. Your own pussy tightens at how he's penetrating you already right after the first load.

Leon whines, smashing your lips together just so he can taste your sticky saliva, to have more of your lipstick on him, to suck on your tongue like a candy cane. While he's pounding you to oblivion, hand keeps on tugging your hair so he can trail from your lips down to your neck, leaving bite marks and hickies that you for sure are gonna be embarrassed later.

“Oh god, my angel...so cute, god you're ruining me!” He sniffles, weeping while his arms flexed to hug you closer, the better he's pounding you though, cock sliding in and out with sticky substances staining his abdomen, with a white ring coated around his base.

“Can't resist you, mngh, never...nev—mngh, ah- oh-oh- fuck fu—ck!”

His movements are getting more clumsy, legs shaking and his hips snapping forward. By now he can't even talk, every attempt at forming a coherent sentence just falls away like his tears. You can even hear his voice so shaky, so trembly you think he might pass out soon. Surely your pussy can't make him feel this good, right? Surely he won't just pass out just because of how you're squeezing him just how he likes it, right?

Only time can tell.

[thebroccolination]

KRISTSINGTO GAVE A COMPREHENSIVE INTERVIEW ON THE EVOLUTION OF THE QL INDUSTRY, THEIR PARTNERSHIP, AND THEIR PROMISE TO FANS

EDITED 19/3/25: @ysphcpb helped me make sense of some of the wonky subtitles. I added two clarifications below using this same text and color to make them easier to find.

A few hours ago, FEED uploaded an interview in which KristSingto almost made me cry. The full interview is subbed in English and available here on YouTube. It's thirty minutes long, and KristSingto cover a broad range of topics that show how invaluable their seasoned perspectives on the industry are.

If you're new to KristSingto or curious what they've been up to since you last checked in on them, this could be either a very good introduction to them or a refresher. :)

Note: As far as I can tell, the subtitles are mostly fine, but judging by some of the phrasing, I think they might have been auto-translated or else completely done by AI. Like, the subs call KristSingto "Christmas" twice, which I think a human would have caught. (Quick: who gets the angel topper and who gets the star?) Also, there are several times when Krist or Singto is referring to himself in the third person (as you do in Thai), so the subtitles say "he" rather than "I" so you have to pay attention to the context of what they're talking about to avoid confusion. Another day, another reason to study Thai.

HIGHLIGHTS:

Singto said he's gotten in trouble for giving short answers, so he said his main concern is Krist's health. He's said the same thing in other interviews, so Krist already knew. <3 I think he means in general, since Krist has been physically sick more often in recent years, but mental health is also quite important to both of them.

EDIT - Singto: Actually, there's not much I need to tell him, but lately, (what I'd like to say) can be condensed into a short word. And I think he's aware of it. "Health", okay? Short but enough, to the point. And I'm sure he's aware of it.

Krist said he's had to take on more responsibility within his family as he's gotten older. He's been very open in the past about his family's early struggles with money following the market crash in the 90s and how he cleared his family's debts through his work after SOTUS. More recently, he lost his grandmother in 2023 just before his solo concerts in Bangkok and now more recently his grandfather just before "The Ex-Morning" begins airing. He's always been extremely devoted to his family.

Meanwhile, Singto is an only child who lost his mother to cancer in university, so he said his priority has become taking care of himself more. Over the past year he's been very forthcoming about his mental health issues in the past and how he addressed them to get to a much healthier and happier place today.

After everything Krist has been through over the past five years especially, hearing him say he's not sad or stressed just healed something in my heart. I'm really so very proud of him. <3

Singto said that because they've both grown up over the past few years, Krist feels more like an equal to him now. They're only a year apart, but I think since they met in school and Krist has always been a little more excitable and trusting, that gap probably felt wider to Singto. He said they're able to communicate better now and that even though their working dynamic was already smooth, even that has improved.

They also talked about changes in the industry from their joint debut in SOTUS in 2016! I've seen Singto speak in the past about how he wanted to see the "BL" or "Y" removed because he thought it was othering, and in this interview he said he's happy that BL isn't considered strange anymore. As the first in the line of fire, KristSingto went through some fairly harrowing things, and he said that he and Krist weren't sure how people would respond to SOTUS.

Krist talked about the international spread of Thai QL and especially the rise of GL! I don't think the subtitles did what he said justice, so I'll toss the ball to resident GL protector @hallowpen in case there's a better way to phrase what he said in English. I think he essentially said that in the era KristSingto released SOTUS in, Thailand was still in a transitional period where queer media was neither accepted or rejected, and he's happy to see it become a normalized part of society.

EDIT - Krist: Moreover, in this era, we now have sapphic shows too, as in girl-girl pairings, something like that. So it's like, it's great, that we no longer have any of these separate lines (@ysphcpb's translation note: in relation to what he said before this, I think he means lines that separate "BL/Y series" from other types of series, in terms of content and target audience). If the work is good and worth watching, we'll love and appreciate it.

They discussed the importance of partnerships, and Krist emphasized communication above all to avoid fighting. Singto said that in the past they didn't fight, but they did overlook issues by not talking more. He said they're making a more concerted effort to pay close attention to each other's moods and to raise concerns as they develop so they can clear things up immediately.

Krist said he's much more at ease with Singto back. He's spoken in-depth multiple times before this about what it was like for him when he was on his own for the two years Singto was gone, and it wasn't great for his mental health. From the moment Singto left (amicably) to pursue his own path, Krist missed him and was actively trying to persuade him to come back. While GMMTV had been placing Krist in heterosexual lakorn series for years after SOTUS ended, his heart never really seemed to be in it, and I think he always wanted to continue and stay in the BL world. He always wanted the stability of a partner he knew and trusted, and with Singto home (so to speak) he said it's easier for him to plan for the future, which is less frightening for him now. (In 2023 before Singto returned, I really hoped Krist would pair up with Gawin based on the loveliness of their friendship and chemistry onstage and in "Be My Favorite," but it became clear to me over time that even though Gawin is Krist's most beloved nong and a good friend to him, Krist most likely never would have rebranded himself in another khuujin out of respect to Singto and what they established and built together. For Krist, Singto is and always will be his only partner, I think.)

Singto reiterated how much more smoothly everything is running between him and Krist now that he's come back. (Personally, I think they both really matured and grew enormously as people during those two years on their own.) Essentially, they're both back in their safe zone now that they've reunited, and while they're at a place in their careers where they don't have to fight to be seen or heard, they don't want to rest on their laurels either.

This was by far the most emotional point for me, and it actually got me quite teary-eyed. Krist talked about their fanbase, Peraya, who got so invested in KristSingto based on one series and a sequel in their first two years in the industry together, and then nothing else for years afterward. I've been here for almost five years and like Krist said, all I've ever seen in real time are concert streams and sponsored events. I remember when I became a fan in 2020 the fandom was still super committed to creating SOTUS fanworks and edits even though it was four years old by then. KristSingto obviously knew their fans wanted more series from them, but even back in 2017 they said they had to do what GMMTV gave them, and unfortunately GMMTV didn't yet see BL as a cash cow. KristSingto had the success of normalizing BL, but their fandom has had to wait this long to be rewarded for it with another KristSingto series.

And Krist promised not to disappoint. Which, of course, I trust. <3

See the full interview below:

(I'm calling them the Christmas Couple from now on and no one can stop me.)

[fluffy-feathers23]

I finished playing hit game In Stars and Time a month ago, and it's been on my mind nonstop ever since. in fact, since i finished the game, I've been working on. this exact post . I wanted to draw the characters, but i have a lot of trouble drawing normal people, so i made them all part animal !!

I might come back and redo that sketch later, but with just the height chart thing, the start of this post felt empty. so i'm including it anyway. please excuse any errors, i was working on it really late at night, right before my birthday (which happens to be the day i'm posting this, by the way !!!)

I've taken to calling these particular designs the "Critterbeast" versions, because it's fun to say and if i can't have fun thinking about them, then what's the point, right? :3 They're very Critter, but also very Beast. Critter-Beast.

Unsure on if this counts as an entire AU, but i have a lot of headcanons that could be considered part of one, i guess? This will be a long post so i'm cutting it here for dashboards but Keep Reading if you want to see my headcanons/AU 'canon' and a few extra design notes for everyone! Also includes some ever-changing playlists if you want to listen to them.

Siffrin

Animal: Guinea Pig - I started with Hamster, but since he denies looking like one in game, i thought it would be more fun to do something that looks like a hamster, but isn't!

When really excited about something (and sometimes when startled), Sif hops around and jumps up to a foot off the ground, which is called "pop-corning". They can also make flawless guinea pig noises, for obvious reasons.

The worse Siffrin feels mentally the colder they feel physically, which is noticeable by the rest of the party. It starts around mid-act 2, but Siffrin himself doesn't even notice it until act 3, and by act 4, they're visibly shivering whenever they stop moving, and every part of their body feels cold to the touch under their cloak, despite the thermo-regulation Crafted into it.

In act 5, Siffrin is CONSTANTLY shivering, EVERYTHING feels like ice, including the cloak, and it doesn't truly stop in act 6 or even post-game, though it does continue to only show up when they feel generally bad.

In addition, the colder they feel, the hotter everything else feels - all sources of warmth turn into a raging fire, including party member's healing abilities, which fill Siffrin's entire body with the heat of all the stars in the universe until they're over.

Completely refuses to drink Sweet Tonics or eat most sweet foods post-game. If it tastes too much like just sugar, or stars forbid, winds up burnt, he just can't handle it anymore.

Really likes stuffed animals, especially ones that are weighted. Every time there's a window display with one in it, Sif will stand there and just kinda. stare at it for a bit. Isabeau made them their own fox plushie as a gift and it's now their favorite thing ever and if they lost it, they would probably die.

The party chips in whatever they have to get him a new plushie sometimes. Where he keeps all of them, i have no idea, but there's a new one every few months. If Sif had one place to stay, their room would be filled with so many plushies.

Isabeau

Animal: Liger - I also considered Bear, but he has such Lion energy to me. and then i got to the coloring stage and thought the lack of patterns on lions would be really boring so i gave him stripes. wound up a bit more tiger than lion, woops !

Instinctively hugs and kneads pillows in his sleep, stretches like a cat, and makes growling noises instead of just yawning. Occasionally gets the urge to rip food apart with his bare hands, but somehow manages to resist. Most of the time.

Used to be a different animal entirely, before using a specialized sub-section of Body Craft to change it. Started leaning really hard into the behaviors of lions and tigers afterwards, and has been trying to break out of them a bit more, recently.

Still prefers black, but is known to experiment with all kinds of different colors of nail polish to match with outfits, including painting his claws. Rarely uses hair dye, unless it works really well with something he's willing to wear for a while.

Loves making gifts for people by hand, and has made at least one thing for each person in the party, as well as people they interact with often enough, like Loop or Petronille (once getting to know them well enough, that is)

Mirabelle

Animal: Dog/Poodle - I'll be honest there's not much basis beyond just Vibes for the majority of these characters. Mirabelle just kinda gives me small-ish dog vibes and poodle fits the best overall, i think.

Claude & the Head Housemaiden are both wolves, so Mira has picked up a handful of behaviors from them. Most importantly howling, whether communicating where you are, or just as a release of different emotions. She doesn't do it very often, but when she does, the rest of the party tends to join in.

Odile

Animal: Crane - I knew Odile was going to be a bird of some kind, but it was hard to narrow it down, so i just went with "general crane/heron". though i did most heavily reference the common crane and red-crowned crane, in terms of color and patterns.

[Note here to add the playlist when there's enough songs]

Her book is full of various different notes, from thoughts about a new food, to details about other party members she needs to know for later - she rarely shares what she writes about, but everyone knows it will come back around later on, eventually.

Sometimes the party will ask Odile to share stories of things from Ka Bue, like the Expressions. She doesn't quite remember most of them, there's just so many, but she's more than happy to share what ones she does know if they feel relevant to the current situation or particular person that's asking.

While Siffrin was being controlled by Loop, it wasn't particularly difficult to put together that something was wrong, but when Odile brought it up, everyone agreed that they should just give him some time to recover, and keep an eye on him just in case things got worse, so she didn't bring it up very often after that.

Bonnie

Animal: Crested Gecko - Bonnie just gives me lizard vibes, and crested geckos are just the silliest little lizards I've ever seen so it seemed perfect. I imagine Nille is some sort of bigger lizard like a crocodilian, but i admittedly haven't thought about her much.

[Another note here to add playlist with more songs]

The palms of their hands have the same "sticky pads" as gecko feet, so they're very good at climbing most surfaces. Bonnie uses this ability on a regular basis, mostly for things like trees and small cliffs.

Petronille was happy to join the party, but wanted to spend time with Bonnie at home for a while - so everyone has this agreement that, the next time they're all in Bambouche, Nille and Bonnie will join them on an adventure for real!

As of right now, Bonnie has yet to really meet Loop, and doesn't know about their new name. Mostly due to the fact that Loop only started showing up around the time Bonnie goes home, and they didn't regain their form until after the party left Bambouche.

Loop

THE character. my little guy. i want to pick them up and shake them around but they would probably kill me. This will be the longest section for any of the characters BY FAR so be prepared !!! :3

Animal: Silver Fox - It was hard to come up with something that made sense. Guinea pig would've still worked, but then it would've been hard to tell them apart from Siffrin in human form. There is a fox constellation, but that actually wasn't a factor in me making them a fox. I didn't find that out until after i already decided, though i did want the animal i chose to relate back to stars somehow, so it still works!

Prior to act 6, both of Loop's eyes were yellow, their colors were a lot duller, and they don't have the nebula cape. They get the cape after Siffrin's fight against the party, and their eye changes color during the fight with Siffrin.

Isabeau made their human form's cloak for them, after a lot of asking repeatedly, and Loop being unsure about what they would do with it, or if they even wanted a new one. Siffrin helped them out with some of the ideas, including the star clips.

Also really likes stuffed animals, but refuses to admit it, or even touch most of the plushies Siffrin gets. Some nights, Siffrin asks Loop to "hold onto" the fox plushie Isabeau made, which they secretly love and adore every single time, and doesn't seem to realize - or refuses to acknowledge - is Sif giving it to them, so they can have one too, even if only for a night.

Loop can still "check in" with Siffrin, just like they did at the Favor Tree - able to see and hear what's going on from their perspective, but not able to actually feel anything. They mostly just use this to talk, if there's something important Sif needs to know, or make sure they're okay, if they're farther away from each other.

Siffrin didn't want to fight Loop, at all, and obviously, Loop didn't give them a choice. But at some point they just. stop. give up. can't do it. Loop keeps it going, until it finally clicks that Siffrin isn't going to fight back anymore, but they stop a bit too late. Siffrin's so hurt now, the only thing Loop can do is keep them awake.

Loop fades away when everyone else comes for Siffrin, but. It's more like they went. "Dormant", i guess? They "wake up" later, able to watch everything that Siffrin does from his perspective, and eventually recover enough 'power' to take control of Siffrin's body.

No one really notices at first, but the more that Loop can control, and the more often they do it, the more obvious it becomes over time. Sometimes Siffrin just says something that's a bit off. or does something in a way that seems strange. but it wasn't enough to really pinpoint what was going on, especially since they still seemed to be recovering from the time loop.

Enough time passes, and Loop gets tired of having to control Siffrin in order to do anything, and the both of them split apart, somewhat hurting Sif in the process, but at least they're able to be their own people now. With the one limitation to it all being that Loop has to stay in a range where Siffrin can easily find them - usually, near Siffrin themself, but as long as Siffrin remembers where they are, it can be anywhere.

For a couple examples: If Siffrin remembers Loop is near the favor tree, then Loop can walk around anywhere in that area. And if they left Loop in a particular building, Siffrin would know they're in that building somewhere, so Loop can go just about anywhere they want while inside of it. If Loop wanted to follow someone somewhere, all Siffrin would need to do is find who they're with, and they find Loop, so that's also fine.

If they go too far from Siffrin, or their designated spot, they're automatically and forcefully pulled back in range of whatever they wind up tethered to, in order to ensure they do not get "lost".

After the split, Loop usually shows up as a small star, and initially prefers to use star-person form over human/"Siffrin" form when needing to interact with something, but grows to use the human form more often as time goes on. Mostly because it's harder to explain being a literal star than it is being Siffrin's "twin". definitely not more comfortable actually being themself.

Loop's stars emit a bit of heat, but their body itself is cold to the touch. The temperature difference is based on their emotional state. An angry enough Loop could radiate so much heat you would be burned by staying too close, but if you touched them, they would be freezing. A version of this can happen in "Sif-mode", where they get a lot hotter when they're upset. Basically an inverse of Siffrin's mental-freezing-feeling.

To everyone who's not part of the main party, Loop uses the name Anser, should they be asked for a name. It's taken them a long time to get used to it, and they still forget it sometimes, but it's getting easier to remember with everyone else using it in place of 'Loop' more and more as time goes on.

A bit of meta information, this name comes from the brightest star in the constellation Vulpecula ("little fox"), which used to be two animals for one constellation - a fox, and a goose - which was briefly split into two constellations, and then merged back into one, this time only named after the fox, but keeping the memory of the goose with that star's name.

I thought it sounded like a familiar sort of story, that perfectly aligned with everything else. and it's even from the fox constellation, like the universe preemptively told me to make them a fox, before i even knew it was a thing!!!!

So yeah anyway.

This is such a long post for me. lots of thoughts i have to get out there. Also very nervous about sharing this, but hey. you'll never know what people will say about something if you don't SHARE IT so i'm just going "fuck it we ball" at this point.

Sorry for not having much for some of the characters, i just. have a lot of things i need to say about Loop!.

I have a lot more thoughts about the world, post-game, and certain scenarios that i think would be fun, however this post is LOONG ENOUGH AS IT IIISSSSS and if i don't keep some of them to myself i will never get this posted so i will share them LATERRRR !!!!

Feel free to draw these designs if you want to, i would love to see them so much!!! Especially Loop!!!!!!!! And also if you have anything you want to ask me, or little ideas to add onto my headcanons, I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR THEM!!

Feel free to send them my way, and all your little questions will be answered!! I will likely not respond to things asked in reblogs to avoid this post from getting much longer, so it's best to put it in my askbox!!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

to the anon that loves Sleeping Beauty— I genuinely love you.

LMAOO I’M SORRY BUT I JUST FEEL THE EXACT SAME WAY

Sleeping Beauty has always been my all-time favorite movie, so to see someone else love it as much as I do is such a treat.

Twisted Wonderland was what reignited my love again for the movie, and other works, but especially Sleeping Beauty. Initially when I got into twst, Malleus was my favorite and what actually got me to play, but then he and the other Diasomnia boys kind of got pushed off the side— until book 7, especially the ending!! Immediately, it boosted the diaboys up to the forefront of my mind and just made me love them like I had always hoped I would.

Book 7, though maybe not as special or even as interesting to some others, is so perfect to me and only makes me love the game and the movie more and more. Everything I recognize as being from Sleeping Beauty gets me so excited, so the ending basically broke me, especially with all the added sentimentality and special dynamics the Diasomnia fam brings. I can’t even fully describe how it makes me feel 😭 (also Silver’s card is literally my phone’s wallpaper…)

By the way, hears to the end of book 7! It’s been a crazy two years and can’t believe we made it lol

(sorry for all this, Raven! we Sleeping Beauty fans are starved for content)

[Referencing this post!]

Sleeping Beauty fan to Sleeping Beauty fan communication... I had no idea there were such intense S.B. fans asdhasvkdavuead (I saw the movie myself for the first time a few years back and appreciated the artistry of it, but didn't think much more than that). It's great that Twst can appeal to those with a love for a particular piece of art that came before it, and then bring about even more joy and wonder through the S.B. references in Twst itself. It's a cycle that doesn't stop, haha.

abdquoerqefa I really feel for Diasomnia fans 💦 While I wouldn't consider myself one, I feel so bad that y'all had to wait THIS long to get your content. If you were around since the JP server launch, you had to wait a while for their permanent SRs to be added to the game as well... then it took even longer for their dorm uniform SSRs to drop... and then a 5 five years (3 years just for book 7 alone) to get closure in the main story. I'm happy that it ended up being everything you wished for, Diasomnia family reunited, happy ending and all!

[voiceboss]

Codot! Hope you're doing well <3

Out of curiosity... How did you get to be as skilled in voice acting as you are now? I've always admired voice actors and gotta admit, as a little kid I did actually want to become one myself or pursue it as a hobby - actually still thinking about it from time to time.

Anyways, love your work and excited to be here for future stuff!!

It's the exact same as your (stellar) art; you just keep doing it.

10,000 hours and all that.

Like, it sounds hokey to say, but a day doesn't go by where I'm not speaking in another voice. I have some things I ONLY say as other characters - I literally never stop doing voices, to the extent that I sometimes drive myself up the wall.

I would definitely tell you to pursue it, either as a hobby or as more (if you find you genuinely enjoy doing it).

You might as well try things - there's no dress rehearsal for life. xx

[cherry-coffees]

Labyrinth, Chapter 5 (Interlude): The Plane Was Going Down

Premise: The fateful night when a monkeybomb goes wrong and Vi leaves Powder. Standing in between them, what will you do?

cw: 574 words | childhood crush!Vi, s1 ep3 slight rewrite, mentions of flames, smoke, and blood, angst, I PROMISE ILL HEAL YOUR BROKEN HEARTS AFTER THIS JUST KEEP READING </3

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4

Months later.

Flames. Smoke. Blood.

That’s all Vi can process after the battle, after Powder’s monkey bomb had gone horribly wrong and ended with Vander, Mylo, and Claggor dead. Vi’s always been strong, always been brave and composed. But in this moment: she’s just a broken teenagers, tear marks staining her cheek.

You cough from the smokey air, wiping your own tears away as you stumble to your feet. “Vi,” you cough, stepping over to her. 

Vi’s eyes widen when she sees you. “What are you doing here?” She exclaims. “I told you not to come. You could’ve-“ she cuts herself off, gripping your shoulder. She’s half frustrated you didn’t listen, consumed by her grief over her adoptive father and brothers, and half relieved you’re okay.

“Vi!” Powder bounds over to the both of you in childlike excitement. “I did it! My monkeybomb finally worked.”

Vi’s eyes go dead. Your stomach drops.

“You did this?” Vi stares at her younger sister in disbelief. “Why-?"

“I was saving you both,” Powder responds, but you can hear her excitement fading when she takes in the casualties, her own tears beginning to form. “I- I just wanted to help.”

“I told you to stay!” Vi moves through the stages of grief more quickly than you’ve ever seen, anger overcoming her. 

You see her hand coming up, and whatever adrenaline that rushes through you at that moment is enough to cause you to step between the sisters. You know Vi’s angry, that she can’t hit her sister. Not like this. Vi’s hand falters, but her eyes flash with fury. She steps around you in a moment. “I’m going!” 

“No!” Powder shrieks, completely distraught. “Why are you leaving me?”

“Because you’re a jinx!” Vi screams, voice hoarse from her devastation that’s hidden behind her anger.

“Stop!” You step in, eyes shiny with your own tears. “Stop, we can’t do this!”

“She’s the reason for all of this!” Vi seethes, and before you know it, she’s turning her back on both of you and moving away from the scene. Half of her expects you to follow her, but all she knows is that she needs to get away from the area, get away from all the pain she’s in.

The next few minutes are a blur. You’re torn between Vi and Powder. You want to run after Vi, to comfort her, to make sure she’s okay and bring her back to reconcile. But you can’t leave Powder like this, helpless on her own.

“Give me one second,” you gasp through your sobs, trying to soothe Powder with just your voice. “We’ll figure this out, I-“

You cut yourself off when you see Enforcers headed straight for Vi’s retreating form. “Vi!” You scream louder than you ever have before, your feet carrying you towards her. But she’s too far, and you’re helpless as she’s taken by them.

You sob, casting a glance back at Powder, tears blurring your vision to the point where you almost can’t see. But what you do see, in that moment, is a tall figure that you recognize as Silco. Headed for Powder.

No.

You’re sprinting, feet moving more quickly than they ever have. You can’t process anything, there’s no thoughts. It’s pure instinct and adrenaline when you scoop a weeping Powder into your arms and run until you can’t breathe anymore, until all you can see are the tops of the Piltover buildings that loom overhead.

A/N: ...I'm sorry?

~Cherry 🍒

[bjwmastermind-writes]

ch.3 - fences and cities - dbf! joel miller &f!reader

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A/N: A lot has happened, I wrote this then it got lost and I thought maybe I wrote it in a dream, you know those kinds of dreams where you go about your day but I didn't give up, I was SURE I had written it. Anyways, save a horse ride a cowboy

warnings: sex jokes. cowgirl pose reference, if I am missing any warnings please let me know. there're some hints for the future 😉

Minors stay out or read at your own risk! I'm not responsible for your consumption!

Do not copy, translate or claim this story as your own. Thanks!

"Rise and shiiine!" Your dad flicked the light switch on and off repeatedly, making the room flash like a faulty strobe light. You jolted awake immediately.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" you groaned, yanking the sheets over your head. It was way too early for this.

Your dad chuckled as he walked over and ripped the blanket off. "Come on now, gotta make the most of the day."

"What time is it?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.

"Almost 5 a.m.," he said, clapping his hands as he headed for the door. "Making some coffee downstairs before driving you to Joel."

Shit—right. You had to work with Joel today. The only thing motivating you to get out of bed… and simultaneously, the one thing making you want to stay buried under the covers. Because having a crush on your dad’s friend—the one you had to work with—was both exciting and painfully embarrassing.

You head downstairs, dressed in comfortable clothes for the ranch—practical, but with just enough effort to look cute and put-together. Not that you’d admit it was for Joel, but if it made him do a double take, well… that wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Something had been off about him last night. He wasn’t his usual self. And maybe—just maybe—you were a little too tempted to poke at whatever was bothering him, like pressing on a bruise just to see how much it hurts.

Your dad drives you to the ranch, and after a quick goodbye, you step out, making your way toward Joel.

Joel turns when he hears your voice—or maybe it’s the sound of your footsteps crunching against the packed dirt and gravel. Either way, he does, in fact do a doubletake.

He plays it off like he hadn’t thought about you last night after dinner. Like he hadn’t pictured your face, your lips locking with his in the dark, or the shape of you—your waist, the way you moved. Like he wasn’t just caught looking.

"I’m shocked you actually showed up," he says, his voice edged with something unreadable.

"Oh, come on," you tease, tilting your head. "Why the bad image of me? Thought you had a better impression."

Joel shakes his head with a smirk, wiping his hands on his jeans, but his eyes linger on you a second too long. “Uh-huh,” he mutters, clearly unconvinced by your teasing. His eyes linger on you a second too long before he turns away.

“C’mon, let’s get to work.”

He leads you toward the stables, where the horses are saddled up. You already know what’s coming.

“Nope,” you say, shaking your head. “Not happening.”

Joel lets out a low chuckle, resting his hands on his hips. “What, you scared?”

“I’m not scared,” you scoff, folding your arms. “I just—” You pause, glancing at the horse. “I don’t ride.”

Joel raises an eyebrow, voice edged with something unreadable. “You forgot how to?”

Your stomach tightens at the way he says it, slow and deliberate. You pretend not to react. He doesn’t need that kind of power.

“Well, I’m not about to relearn today,” you mutter.

Joel ignores you completely, adjusting the saddle straps before turning to you expectantly. “Put your foot in the stirrup.”

You don’t move.

He sighs, stepping behind you. “Here,” he says, voice lower now, hands settling firmly on your waist. Before you can protest, he lifts you effortlessly, guiding you up onto the horse.

It happens fast—one second you’re on the ground, the next you’re settling into the saddle, straddling the horse, legs spread over either side.

You struggle for a second, adjusting yourself in the saddle, shifting your weight, fingers fumbling with the reins. This is harder than it looks.

Joel stands nearby, arms crossed, watching as you awkwardly try to mount the horse. He’s ready to step in, but he’s clearly trying not to overstep.

Finally, after a few wobbly adjustments, you settle in. You exhale, trying to play it off like you’re totally in control.

“Well, I’m definitely not a professional cowgirl,” you mutter, still shifting slightly, “but I guess I’m figuring it out—kinda like when you’re learning a new position.”

You laugh awkwardly. And then it hits you.

Oh. Oh.

Joel freezes. Blinking at you like he just misheard. Then his expression changes—his lips twitch, his shoulders shake slightly, and suddenly he lets out a deep, unrestrained laugh.

“Did you just—” He snorts, shaking his head. “Did you really just make a cowgirl joke?”

Your eyes go wide. “Oh. My. God. Why would I say that?!”

He exhales sharply, grinning as he drags a hand down his face. “Christ. Now that’s stuck in my head.” His voice dips slightly, eyes trailing over you, slow and unreadable. “And I can’t decide if that’s a problem or not.”

And that’s when your brain fully malfunctions.

You freeze. Your whole body burns.

Joel smirks, clearly aware of what he just did to you.

Now you’re both in full-on awkward mode, avoiding eye contact like two people who just walked straight into something dangerous and are pretending it didn’t happen.

You focus very hard on getting comfortable in the saddle, adjusting your posture, gripping the reins, trying to seem like you have a clue what you’re doing. But every small shift you make, every slight adjustment in the saddle, feels too much, like you can practically feel Joel’s gaze flicking to you—watching, thinking, replaying.

Meanwhile, his brain is racing.

He’s staring straight ahead, jaw tight, but he’s not thinking about the horse, not thinking about work. No, his mind is looping one single thought over and over again—what you just said.

You clear your throat, desperate to move past this. "Okay. So. How do we—uh—start moving?"

Joel takes a second to respond. Maybe because he’s still forcing his brain to reboot.

He exhales, stepping beside the horse. "Just a light kick, let her know you’re ready."

You do as he says, and the horse starts to move at a slow, steady pace. Crisis averted.

Or… not.

Because as you walk alongside him, your hand accidentally brushes against his arm. A small touch, barely anything, but it’s like an electric shock.

You both flinch, just slightly.

Neither of you say a word, but you know. You both know.

You’re not thinking about the joke. Except you are. So is he.

You try to act normal, cool, indifferent—but the tension is palpable, crackling in the air between you.

One accidental glance at each other—just one—and everything feels like fire. And suddenly, you need out.

The second you get the chance, you slip away, finding a quiet room in the stable, shutting the door behind you.

You lean against the wall, pressing your hands to your face.

"Did I really say that? What is wrong with me?! What just happened?!"

The secondhand embarrassment is real.

You groan into your hands, replaying it all over again.

But then the overthinking starts creeping in.

"Did I just make it super weird?! Or did he? Was he actually flirting with me, or was he just messing with my head?"

You think about the way his eyes lingered on you. The way his voice dipped just slightly. The way he said he didn’t think he wanted to forget it.

You shake your head to yourself. No. No way. He was just teasing.

Right?

Meanwhile, outside, Joel is definitely not as unaffected as he’s trying to be.

He goes back to work, hands busy, mind not busy enough—because he keeps thinking about what you said.

He’s still smirking to himself, shaking his head every now and then like he can’t quite believe it. He should let it go. Should pretend like nothing happened.

But he’s aware of you now.

Every time you move, every time you speak—hell, even when you’re silent—he notices. Every small brush of your arm, every glance that lingers a second too long.

And then he realizes you’re gone.

He frowns, scanning the stable before heading toward the room where you probably went in hiding. He hesitates for a second before knocking lightly.

“Y’alright in there?”

You freeze.

Shit. Shit.

You take a second before responding, forcing your voice to sound normal. “Yeah! Just—uh—checking something!”

Joel’s voice is too casual when he replies. “Right. Well. You done checkin’ yet?”

You swear you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You swallow hard. Your heart is doing something ridiculous.

You open the door just enough to peek out, avoiding eye contact.

Joel is standing there, one hand resting on the frame, a steaming cup in his other hand. His eyes flick over you, watching the way you shift on your feet, the way you won't look at him directly.

He notices.

He doesn’t say anything about it. Doesn’t push.

But he doesn’t leave either.

And that’s when you realize—you can pretend all you want, but whatever this is… it's not going away.

"Don't hide from me next time."

Then he walks away.

_____________________

You spend the next couple of hours pretending that moment never happened. You avoid looking at him for too long, focusing on the horses, the work, anything but him.

Joel? He doesn’t say anything about it.

Not at first.

You think, Okay, maybe we’re just moving past this.

Then, mid-task, while you’re standing side by side, working in comfortable silence, he suddenly leans against the fence and says,

“So, I’ve been thinking about that cowgirl joke…”

You freeze.

Your heart does something stupid, and you turn to him way too fast.

Joel just watches you, waiting—expression unreadable, but there’s a flicker of something mischievous in his eyes. He’s baiting you.

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

He smirks. "What?" he says, voice slow and knowing. "You don’t wanna talk about it?"

You flinch. "I—no, I just—Why are you—"

He leans in slightly, arms crossed over his chest.

“You know,” he drawls, way too amused, “I’m not sure I’ll ever look at a horse the same way again.”

Your jaw drops.

You gasp, whipping around to glare at him. "Joel!"

He laughs—low and entirely too pleased with himself.

You slap his arm. "Oh my God, you’re the worst."

He doesn’t even flinch. Just grins down at you, eyes still flickering with something unspoken.

You groan, dragging a hand down your face, but you’re laughing too.

And he just watches you, smirking, shaking his head like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. And he knows he shouldn’t.

But the thing is?

Joel doesn’t seem to care. Not right now.

Because for some reason, none of that matters. Not the age gap. Not the fact that your dad trusts him. Not that this is a bad, bad idea.

Because he likes this. Likes watching you get flustered, he likes the way you’re pretending you’re not thinking about him too.

The workday finally comes to an end and the tension is still hanging thick in the air.

Joel doesn’t say much when you get into the truck, just a quick glance your way before starting the engine.

The drive is quiet. Not awkward, not exactly. Just… charged. Like there’s something unspoken pressing against the space between you.

Joel parks his truck in your dad’s driveway. You could get out now. But you don’t.

You sit there, stealing glances at him, pretending you’re not hyper-aware of how close you are.

Joel keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the gearshift. He looks calm and composed, but you notice his fingers twitch—like he’s thinking.

And then, he glances at you.

No, he's looking at your mouth.

For a full minute, his gaze lingers there. Slow. Deliberate.

You don’t move. You don’t even breathe.

Your pulse pounds, and suddenly, you can feel every inch of your skin.

Joel shifts in his seat. His grip on the wheel tightens.

He’s debating something. You can see it. Feel it.

And then—just as he makes his decision, just as he starts to lean in—

Your dad’s voice cuts through the air.

“Joel!”

You jerk back, the moment shattering instantly.

Your dad walks up to the truck, leaning against the open window, completely oblivious.

Joel exhales sharply and immediately leans away, one hand gripping the wheel like he needs to ground himself. His eyes snap forward, blank, unreadable.

Your pulse is thundering. You don’t look at him. You can’t.

“How was the workday?” he asks.

Joel inhales sharply, blinking like he just snapped out of something. He clears his throat.

"Good," he says, voice a little rough.

Your dad grins. "How was she?"

Joel’s eyes flick to you for just a fraction of a second before he answers—too smooth, too casual.

"She was a really good girl."

Your breath catches. That fucking sentence.

Your dad smiles, then playfully taps the roof of Joel’s truck, a familiar, warm gesture—one that feels easy, trusting. Like Joel is just some guy your dad’s comfortable sending you off with.

Like this is nothing.

“Guess I’ll be sending you off to work with Joel often then,” he says, still grinning.

Joel just nods, his smirk barely there—but his eyes?

They’re still on you. Burning.

And as you step out of the truck, heart pounding, you realize:

This isn’t over.

Not even close.

THAT LAST SENTENCE WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS SCREAMING GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!! UH UHUHU AAAH AH AH

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Hi everyone!! Ok so I figured I'd do an update since it's been forever since I've posted. First things first: All is well, I am alive, my other half and I are doing great. I've had a bunch of things happen over the past several months. I had a death in the family back in September: my beloved 102 year old grandmother, the last living grandparent I had. It was rough, not gonna lie. Me and my brother and 3 cousins served as pallbearers.

In February I made a huge change in my life, I quit my job of 18 years to do a mid-life career change. I am working on my personal fitness trainer certification and I'm so excited. I love working out and during covid when I got really out of shape I had felt so lost and unsure how to even start getting back into shape. I benefited from some amazing trainers who helped me on my own fitness journey and I want to help others in the same way I was helped. I want to encourage others, help them love their bodies, and reach their personal fitness goals.

I have been working hard on my courses. I am almost done with the first course, hoping to take my exam this week (eep!) and then start on the next course. I am registered for 4 courses total right now. I have also been busy applying at gyms and fitness facilities and I've had a couple interviews so far! I intend eventually to take clients independently but I want to start my career working in a gym/fitness center to get established in the industry, network with other fitness professionals, and learn from established trainers.

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Lost Moments

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Part 4:

His daughter is waiting for him when he returns home. His wife is too, but she's not so excited. Maybe bounds into his arms quickly, all smiles and giggles as she relays her day to him.

The evening is calm and familiar. But he can sense the discomfort and tension from his wife. He doesn't mention it with Maya around them, choosing instead to pretend like everything's fine till his daughter goes to bed.

She does, finally. As he's tucking her in for the night, she mentions the boy she saw at the store.

"But isn't that so weird?" She asks in that exaggerated way children do, "He looks just like me."

Bakugo just grins at her softly, fingers ghosting over her cheeks. "Go to sleep, okay Maya? Good night, girl."

She giggles when he kisses her forehead.

About half an hour later, he's sitting at the edge of his bed, arms on his knees as he watches his wife go through her nighttime routine.

"You pissed or something?" He asks as he looks at her, brows furrowed and lips frowning. He hates when she gets like this, quiet and aloof, and not letting him know what's wrong.

"Does it seem like I am?" She murmurs.

Bakugo groans at that, already growing irritated. "You've been off since I got back." He's trying not to be harsh on her, trying to keep his emotions in check.

His wife just shrugs. "Just- you seemed quite excited to leave this morning."

Bakugo's brows furrow, "When I was leaving to meet my son?"

She shakes her head. "Don't worry about it. I'm just being insecure -" He begins to groan in exasperation. "- This is hard for me too, okay? My husband's going out to meet this woman he had a kid with- whom I've never met! Katsuki, I don't even know her name!"

He's standing and walking over to her, glaring. "You want me to be going on and on about her?" He spits out, angry that she's pissed over something he considers so trivial.

"I just find it weird, okay?" He wife lets out, her palms coming down hard on the table as she turns to him. "You come back one day saying you've realised you had a son with an ex, you want to co-parent, you come back again - she, she, she! It's like you're hiding her from me - like she's some secret you don't want me in on!"

"Are you hearing yourself?!"

"Stop acting like I'm being immature or childish!" She yells again. "Just- I want transparency, okay?"

He's standing right above her, his lips curled downwards in a frown as he looks at her. "Her name is YN." He says roughly. "You fine now? She's engaged to a man called Takashi. We dated like 7 years ago - are you satisfied?"

"Why did you guys break up?"

"Are you fucking serious?" Bakugo harshly spits out. He's trying to bite his tongue, and he's failing. What does she expect from him? "You want a whole rundown of all my past relationships?"

His wife glares at him, "You've just reconnected with her. She's got a child for you- I don't want a situation of some sort of unfinished business, or-"

"If you aren't comfortable with this, just say so." He cuts her off, palm on the edge of her vanity as he leans in.

"I'd never stop you from seeing your son." Her tone is low.

Bakugo stops for a moment and takes a deep breath. "We didn't work out. We were going down two different paths and couldn't be there for each other. There were too many fights, not enough tolerance."

Bakugo's doomscrolling through your Instagram while his wife sleeps next to him. He's incredibly guilty as he's doing it. Every picture he clicks has him looking to his side to see his sleeping wife. He shouldn't be doing this. His daughter is asleep in the room down the hal-

He clicks on your most recent post. It's a photo slide. The 3rd is a picture of you and the guy who'd been in the car that dropped you off. Your fiance. Takashi. Bakugo frowns as he zooms in on the guy's face, and he doesn't know what comes over him when he clicks out of it and instantly hits the 'follow' button.

He switches his phone off immediately, clutching the device tight to his rapidly beating heart. What's he doing? Bakugo groans lightly to himself as he opens his phone up again, prepared to unfollow you. But then he catches sight of the notification, his breath hitching and stomach dropping to the fucking soles of his feet.

{{your_username}} followed you!

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[almostfoxglove]

for the made up fic title can i give you: after it strikes eleven hehehehehehe I'm so excited to see what you do

joooo!! oh you know me so well honey. AH I love this one! let's get some angst in here, hm? <3

I'm picturing... some big broad qz!joel, dead inside, violent, tired, half-drunk at most hours he's not working and full-on in the rest. you don't know if you've ever spent time with him when he's totally sober. you just know that whatever this is, it's worked so far. no warning, no scheduling, but undeniably regular: joel miller's angry fist on the other side of your decrepit front door in the middle of the night, looking for release. never more than twice in a week and never anything but desperate - always depraved, filthy. always in the dark. always after eleven.

then someone gets caught smuggling goods in and out of the qz and can't make the bribe, so FEDRA makes an example of them. the second you hear, you ask whoever's closest and seems to know who will hang.

it's probably best not to interrogate the cool flood of relief that spills through you when they do not say his name.

that night, though joel has already shown up twice this week, you wake after midnight to thundered, desperate knocking. he stumbles in, bottle hanging empty from his limp arm - so far past drunk he moves like he's infected. stumbling, hungry. reaching for you clumsily, tongue sloppy on your neck, reeking of misery and whatever toxic shit he's been drinking.

he's way too drunk to have sex. practically too drunk to stand. after a fair bit of bargaining, you manage to shove him into your bed. he goes down hard and the second he hits the mattress, joel's body slumps long and slack, already half asleep. you kneel at the foot of the bed to rip his boots off, then crawl up beside him, careful to leave a barrier of space between your bodies because you've never done this. never wanted or needed to deny him. never spent this much time with your clothes all on. his eyes are already closed, brow furrowed, lips parted.

you've never seen what he looks like when he sleeps.

when you wake next it's only a few hours later - the sky's a black bruise outside your creaky window and you've sunk against the man in your bed in your sleep. your chest to his back, one arm crushed by his against his chest, your unconscious mind thought to hold him, and joel's thought to let you.

he's snoring. a wheezing sound. muttering lowly of some dream that has nothing to do with the world of the living. his face softened and jaw relaxed, so much prettier than you've ever seen him look before. you expect, when you choose not to pull yourself from the heat of his body and let your eyes fall closed, that he will be gone when you get up with the sun.

except he isn't gone in the morning; he's still passed out cold in your arms, in your bed. too shocked to move or think of what to do, you lie there holding him like you hold your breath. cautiously. a little scared.

waiting for whatever hell he'll wreck when he wakes and realizes his mistake.

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[darkfictionjude]

Hello Jude,

I really wanted to ask how you deal with hate from people. Because I am myself writing an IF and these little bitches that can't shut up is really taking a toll.

First they started complaining about the MC being genderlocked as female, like okay I get it its disappointing if you see an IF description that you like and can't play your gender, and I have explained that I am a female, and at the moment I'm not confident in my skills to write a separate code for female and male MC's because if I did I would want it to have obvious differences other than the anatomy.

Then it was about my IF only having 4 RO's, which 3 are male and 1 is female. And I had explained that the gender mattered in the story and I got hit with "but couldn't atleast add one more female RO, I feel like you put one in just for the diversity and I bet the romance with her is gonna be trash and forgotten anyway" LIKE HELLOOOOOO. Saying shit while not even knowing I am a bisexual woman who has a gf is wild? lets just walk around throwing assumptions why don't we.

Then it was it takes too long to update, man, I am a one woman show, okay? I'm juggling college because I want to be a forensic pathologist, I also have a job and I also have a life outside of college and work?? I want some time to myself, to be with friends, family and people I care about. My IF is a hobby that I like doing. I'm not getting paid and people just expect of me to pop out chapters left and right like a cow.

My gf might help me with the coding since she's good at all that numbers and stuff but she's not my employ, I don't pay her and she has her own shit to do, and I won't make her take time out of her free day just to help me.

Of course I'm not writing fucking faster with little maggots in my inbox screaming "WHEN IS THE NEXT UPDATE" "CAN YOU HURRY UP ALREADY"

Because from what I can conclude, those are not words of encouragement, how do you expect me to sit behind my computer and start writing and coding and going back and fixing thing if your throwing a tantrum.

Sentences like "Hey I know it's been a while but I hope your okay and I love your your IF, hopefully next update is coming soon."

It is NOT that hard to be respectful. Were you raised in a barn? Did you mommy and daddy not teach you manners? Because my mother used to say "if you have nothing good to say then don't say anything at all."

Because I am myself writing an IF and these little bitches that can't shut up is really taking a toll.

Well that is one way to get my attention 😭😭😭

You know what I realized? Some people can never be happy. You add another female LI they’ll say “you just did it because we bothered you not because you wanted to and you’ll sideline her 🙄”

You add a gender selectable MC and they’ll say “why does this MC feel female coded 🙄” even though you explained why you don’t feel like you can write a male MC like what did they expect if you force someone to write something they know they need more time to practice writing

Like no matter what you do for some people it’s never going to be enough. And god forbid you answer back with the same energy they give you or you’ll be deemed an asshole while they’ll go scott-free

It’s hardly ever fair for us when people decide that you must answer insult with a costumer service smile. And these complainers will never be content because they deliberately played a game that they knew would have elements they didn’t like but magically thought they could bully you to change them

So the way I handle it is to stop caring about how others perceive for defending myself against nagging and nonconstructive criticism. I am confident that I’ve never been one to instigate hate towards any reader I’ve only ever answered something someone else starts in my inbox. And I also know that for every mean reader there are like 10 nice readers who don’t mind waiting, are excited about what you put out and are respectful

I used to get the “next update” messages and I don’t anymore because I’ve hammered it in that unless I say a projected date don’t ask me because not even I know. I do get that it gets annoying to repeat yourself so I would either put it in your bio that you don’t know when the next update is or just starting deleting those asks

Being an IF writer is very much an experiment in protecting your peace of mind 😭

Also I know why you wouldn’t want to say what your IF is called but maybe one day you could maybe DM me privately to tell me cause I would like to play it 🤗 and I would defend you 🤺