#but like fuck i was Accepting the End and now the end is being delayed and is indefinite again and uuhghhhhhhhhhhh

[lith-myathar]

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My thoughts on episode 5 of PJO: spoilers (less points but more info on those points because OMGS)

-Annabeth knowing Percy is still alive when even Grover HIS PROTECTER wasn’t sure

-THE HUG! THE HUG! It wasn’t some awkward oh we have to hug in this scene thing like Leah went for that hug. Gripping his shirt, closed eyes, relieved sigh and all

- The fates were so cool to see. It was funny seeing just three old ladies in the mix of all the other people

- Percy being in shock the entire first part of the quest and now finally asking the important questions and feeling a tad overwhelmed. Such a realistic, delayed reaction to everything to has happened

- Ares. Not what I imagined, but bought into him eventually. It was a cool take on his character

- Not their heads popping up from behind that cement thing like whack-a-moles. Especially Annabeth

- Persassy and Sassabeth were not having it with Ares’ shit. Sassabeth came out of the gate swinging

- Grover staying behind????

- Oh my gods my percabeth heart was filled to the brim. I was on the edge of my seat for their every line to each other. I was INVESTED

- Annabeth hasn’t seen a single movie?? But why does that fit her character so well??? Post credit scene of episode 8 her and Percy movie date please?????

- WHAT IS LOVE BABY DONT HURT ME

- Not Percy using his powers for the FIRST TIME to save Annabeth’s life

- My girl is slaying with her braids and her tears. Love it

- “You’re better that this than me. You know it.”

- SHE. FUCKING. SAID. THE. THING. Where were you when Annabeth said Seaweed Brain for the first time? I was on my couch, crying and screaming and audibly gasping. Almost choked on my own spit (yes that information was necessary)

- He sacrificed himself for her again

- “I’m not leaving the Underworld without your mom” “I was gonna say come free me after the quest” Forgot the exact quotes but omg they know each other so well already

- Annabeth has come so far already. She sees the twisted, manipulative ways of the gods and unseats of accepting it and continuing it and ignoring it, she actively tries to put an end to it. Her friend isn’t “that way.” She is wise enough to know that she once was that way but wants to change. She is the best character not because she is perfect, but because she sees, acknowledges, and accepts her flaws and actively seeks to better herself. Every award to Leah im serious

- “Thanks for the emotional abuse and cheeseburgers” me to my parents 🫣

There’s so much more I want to expand on and point out and talk about but im probably just gonna make separate mini posts. Guys this episode was EVERYTHING

[sxorpiomooon]

YOUR FS FEELINGS AFTER YOUR FIRST DATE - A PAC READING

Paid readings

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Pile 1-

I think pile 1's fs will meet them right after their breakup with someone or right after they had let go of something very big, something that no longer served them. Also the first thing I got was shutting down so they might be really tired when they first see or meet you and I also think it'll be late at night. I also think this late was very much delayed for some reason? It's almost as if accepting your fate like you try to avoid something so hard but can't stop it from happening so you just give in by the end. That's sort of the vibe for some reason? Lmaaao this is so funny bc right after the date they will immediately feel the need to rush things and they will be scared of rushing things too. This sort of reminds me of how people always say that the moment they met their fs they immediately knew and wanted to marry them that's the vibe. I see things going quickly too right after the first date, i see you guys going on alot of dates together I'm getting a vision of like a roller coaster date? Also you girlies are PRETTY PRETTY I had a vision of those trendy skirts and softy haha. This pile might have girlies with Libra placements I heard venus as well ANYWAYS I think your fs will immediately know it's like they will forget everything and now they are so hyped up to sum up the entire thing I heard "i belong"

Pile 2-

Hmmm I see a conflict here or two people meeting together after years? This kinda second chance romance type shit imma NGL. I also think that there is some history there as I said it might be you guys starting as enemies or simply second chance romance. Right after I wrote this my father started singing a song which basically translates to "don't leave me now" or abhi na jaao chord ke for those who want to give it a listen. Whatever it is oh y'all gonna have your LORES. Anyways I see two people legit being so grumpy on a date 😭😭 sipping their drinks this might be near water or a really pretty scenary I also hear beautiful instruments playing. Anyways all this won't last long bc I see and hear very warm laughter of both of you it's like you know in movies two people fighting something happens and they crack a laugh there's this eye contact and then one of them says or admits that "I missed you" THATS THHE VIBE OML. I see a familiar feeling that you have with an old friend. I heard "old habits die hard" out of nowhere. I also see you guys sort of making a note of learning from your past experiences to build a good solid future. This connection will be tested alot but I do see you guys being resilient. Honestly very beautiful vibe.

Pile 3-

HELL NAWWW LMAAAAAAAAAAAAO THID MAN WILL THINK THAT HE HAS TANKED THE DATE COMPLETELY DESTROYED OVER THIS HE WILL THINK THAT HE IS ABSOLUTELY DONE AND FINISHED AND THAT JE WILL NEVER GET THIS CHANCE AGAIN AND THAY JE IS A LOSER WHO FUCKED THIS CHANCE UP AND FUMBLED A BADDIE LMAAAAAAO. I see this man losing his shit legit whining wailing crying that he fucked up😭😭 I think he sort of a loser when it comes to communication. I jus see him shuttering n shit for those who are watching serendipity embrace(kdrama) the vibe is exactly like that second lead pt teacher lmao. I see him being so anxious after the first date bc he will think that he has tanked it. I think he might come across as someone who's very formal and has alot of attitude but in reality he will just not know how to talk😭 I don't even see him being able to gather the courage to hold eye contact with you. However, I do see something out of nowhere happening whether it will be him being able to meet you again or you texting him something good with happen and he will be very surprised to receive this chance or opportunity

Pile 4-

I don't see a very good vibe overall I won't lie. I see your fs being very confused with the entire date. I just think that things will perhaps not go well for this pile and I know exactly why it'll happen. One person will try to speed things up too much and it will scare the other person off. I just see one person trying to hurry everything up and it just being a big turn off for the other person. I think what this pile can try to do is perhaps not take things too fast and let the other person take their time as well. The more you try to speed things up the more it'll scare the other person off and it will end up in a disappointment. I'm sorry I couldn't give you much positive my pile 4<3

[saintescuderia]

pancakes (pt. 2)

AKA - the story of how the naive australian rookie befriended the gym junkie F1 hospitality worker with the shoe collection - and inadvertently broke the grid's most treasured and unspoken rule: you don't go for y/n.

series masterlist here :) // the pancakes recipe here :)

A/N: apologies for the delay; was marshalling the aus gp lol. enjoy.

P2 - hamstring and piriformis stretches

“Y/N Tessio?”

“She works in hospitality.” Oscar clarified without an ounce of stress. He wasn’t embarrassed by this. Yes, he was close friends with a member of the F1 Hospitality. Yes, he was asking that part of his Formula 1 contract include that you become his personal trainer. Yes, he wasn’t going to accept any contract without that condition. 

Otmar didn’t know that last fact when he had laughed off Oscar’s request the last time they had spoken. It was the last nail in the coffin that showed to Oscar what had been gnawing at his gut for so quite some time: this team wasn’t quite right. Now, at lunch with Zak Brown, who had wanted more official meeting in the McLaren motorhome, Oscar laid out the same request. And Zak Brown seemed understand the severity of it: Oscar Piastri would not accept anything unless you were right there with him. 

This morning was only proof of it all. His anxiety had kept him up and it was only after finding you that everything seemed to work itself out. After you had made him run a lap around the track, you promptly dumped some melatonin gummies in his hand and sent him off to bed to sleep. And sleep he did. Oscar had woken up feeling more refreshed than he had in a long, long while. 

Refreshed, Oscar had taken your advice and called Lily. He mentioned love languages and she gushed. The call ended with them sounding more on page and stronger than ever. Oscar also took your advice in calling his dad to ask about a lawyer. His dad had been surprised that his son had been so forward thinking.

Oscar had admitted it was your idea. His dad stopped being surprised; of course it had been your idea. 

“Oh, they’re good people, Osc. The sort you need around you in a place like Formula 1! Make sure you have them on your team!” Oscar was already thinking what his dad was suggesting, agreeing wholeheartedly. He needed you on his team.

And that was before Oscar arrived at the Alpine motor home for one of the staff to let him known that hospitality had delivered some specially made protein pancakes and fresh orange juice for his breakfast. There was a note under cutlery with your scrawl of ‘take magnesium.’ 

He asked his Alpine trainer for some, the very same one you thought was an utter dickhead. Said trainer, François, somehow didn’t have any supplements. Sighing, Oscar dug into your famous pancakes that had the perfected macros for an athlete of his sort. He would just ask you for magnesium later - and take your usual heat of having a “fucking dropkick of a trainer.” It was just more and more proof that Alpine wasn’t looking good for him. Even he knew it was bad for a trainer to not be prepared like that.

Now, in a room full of papaya orange, Oscar looked at the American CEO and waited patiently for Zak Brown to tell him what he thought about the request to have you working alongside McLaren Racing as part of Oscar’s contract.

“What, um, what qualifications does she have?” Zak asked, shifting slightly to type on his computer. Oscar watched as Zak’s eyes grew as he stared at the screen. “Oh, I know her! She makes an solid cappucino!” 

“Melbournian barista.” Oscar smiled. It was true, you had gotten your barista license back when you were living in Melbourne. And if there was one thing Melbournians were proud of, it was their coffee. “She grew up near Albert Park.” Oscar added the tidbit you had dropped upon first meeting and Oscar was basking in the Australian accent. 

"Says she was born in Monaco." Zak said.

"What?" Oscar frowned, completely taken aback at this. You had never mentioned anything to him about being born in Monaco. You were from Melbourne, near the beach. That's what you had told him.

Nothing about Monaco, Monte Carlo.

In Europe.

But Oscar didn't have time to process that because Zak Brown continued on. “Still, it doesn’t say anything about Y/N being trained in anything health or sports-related.” The McLaren CEO said, his eyes skimming over his computer screen that likely read your resume that was stored in the shared F1 database. Formula One Group and the FIA had allowed team principals and CEOs to access these files when they needed to identify a snitch that had violated the NDA.

It was all too often that a team suffered a blow by a Hospo staff member whistleblowing some important fact they overheard while serving the refreshments. 

“She knows about Daniel.” Oscar said. Zak blinked, clearly taken aback. He swallowed and Oscar quickly added, “And no, she didn’t tell me. I figured it out that she knew and told her.” 

“Okay, you’re right. I do feel better.”

“Better enough to do another lap?” You grinned at your friend whose sweaty face dropped into a deadpan. You had both slowed down as you came to the starting line. Now that was nearing the 6am mark, there were more and more people starting to come out. 

But you were with a driver. You knew all too well that it would be fine. Drivers are untouchable. You wanted to milk this for all it was worth. “Come on, Piazza! A light jog!” You added, wanting to enjoy this just all the little bit more. 

“You’re insane. No.” To prove his point, Oscar actually came down to sit on the road. And then he lay flat on his back. You watched him and exhaled, accepting one lap was all you were going to get. Hell, that was more cardio than you normally did. And besides, you knew Oscar had a rough night and was running in Sambas. Athlete aside, you were just surprised he managed the lap in as is. 

So you came to sit beside him, except you didn’t lay back and try to catch your breath as he did. No, instead you stretched your legs out and then leaned forward to stretch out your calf muscles. 

Oscar looked over at you and rolled his eyes. The ever insane gym junkie Y/N. He knew he should be doing the same. His flexibility had really taken a toll and besides that, he was stiff and restless from all the travelling and the stressful conversations with his girlfriend and team principals. Oscar sat up and brought his legs out just like you and leaned forward to stretch his hamstring. Just like you. 

You said nothing about this but you didn’t need to; the smug grin on your face was enough. You switched legs shortly. Oscar copied. You brought both legs together. So did he. You leaned back and brought your knee up to stretch your piriformis. Oscar begrudgingly did so. And so it went as you and Oscar stretched your entire bodies out right there at the starting line of the Sochi Circuit. It was when they finished the reverse pigeon pose on both sides that you stretched your legs out and made no move for another stretch. You both settled in a comfortable silence and watched the sky. 

Oscar watched the sunrise and smiled, feeling a lot lighter after the run and the stretching. He glanced over at you watching the sun and felt a sense of appreciation for you.

“Think carefully of who you choose to drive for.” You said, breaking him from the reverie. “This will be your first F1 team and it will reflect on how other teams in the future will see you.” Oscar was quiet as he thought about your words. Some birds were starting to fly across and Oscar noted how your eyes trailed them. 

Oscar took a steading moment and then said what had been on his mind the entire night. “Daniel Ricciardo is going to be dropped. Zak Brown wants me to be his replacement.” 

You didn’t react. 

You didn’t have to. 

All you did was keep watching the birds. 

Oscar pursed his lips. Of course you weren’t surprised. You were never surprised. And you already knew about Daniel.

“You know about Daniel and McLaren.” It really wasn’t a question. You offered him a soft smile in response and sat up to stretch out your hand to gently squeeze his. Oscar frowned. 

“My platonic brother in Christ,” you began with a sad smile and he grimaced, “you have a good heart. Don’t let this place take that shit away from you.” 

You let go of his hand and Oscar sat up to face you. “Why didn’t you— you didn’t say anything.” 

“It’s not my place, man, I just make the coffee.” You said with a full fledged smile. Oscar was at a loss for words. You often worked shifts at McLaren - he knew that because those were the days you had double sessions at the gym. Oscar never found it in himself to ask. Now, he did. 

“Do you not like… McLaren or anything?” Oscar asked. “Should I not drive for them.”

You were silent for a moment looking ahead of you before you spoke. “No, nothing wrong with the team.” It was clear there was something wrong with something. Oscar couldn’t ask because you stood up and held out a hand to him. He took it and let you pull him up. “Come on. Reserve drivers are only needed after lunch. I’ll give you some melatonin to help you sleep and then you can call your girlfriend.”

“And find a lawyer.” Oscar added. “But I think Zak Brown could get me one.”

“Always have your own lawyer.” You said with such a firm conviction that it had Oscar looking at you with curious eyes. 

Sometimes, he wondered how you knew so much about the ins and outs of life in Formula 1. 

“So you’re saying Y/N actually follows the NDA?” Zak asked, bringing his hands together to rest under his chin. 

“Yep. Wakes up at 4am everyday and works out for two hours. Doesn’t drink or smoke and if given the chance, would probably run a half marathon at every track. She's worked with F1 for years so she knows the diet and routine of a driver.” Oscar paused and then tried to remember some more facts now that he had his chance, his opening.

Never mind that he didn't know you were apparently born in the heart of Formula 1.

Though, that reminded him— “She's fluent in French. And Arabic. Which will be good for the Middle Eastern and European races." Oscar added, thinking of your background. Or what he did know of your background. "And she has an international license.” Or he thought you did, vaguely remembering you mention something about cars in Japan. Japan!

“I think she also speaks Japanese pretty good.” Oscar said, remembering Spa last year and seeing you conversing with Yuki Tsunoda as you made him a matcha.

“Hmm.” Zak pursed his lips. His eyes scanned over the resume once more and then nodded. “Look, Oscar, it’s no secret that I want you for McLaren. I think you’d be a very good fit here. If you think Y/N would be a good fit with McLaren also, then I’m onboard with that.” 

Oscar nodded, finally letting himself let go of the seriousness and let out a smile. He honestly couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was actually happening.

But if his father had taught him anything, it was to not get too carried away. Oscar kept composed as he kept his face as neutral as possible and smiled politely. “That sounds really awesome, Zak, thank you. When could we get everything in paper so I can go over it with her?” And his lawyer.

“I’ll speak to some people today and we’ll get a rough contract outline ready. Helen, the PR manager, will send it to you and Y/N,” Zak looked back at his screen, “to the email on the resume here. And then we can organise a meeting and move forward.” Oscar smiled once more, feeling the stress and tension dissipate from his shoulders. 

“But,” Zak then added, “I can’t really promise anything. The lawyers will need to sort this out since she’s already under contract with the Formula One Group and if they won’t release her then there might not be much we can do about it.”

Oscar nodded, frowning slightly. “I understand.” Admittedly, that was something he hadn’t thought about. He’d been too preoccupied trying to get Y/N a place with him on whatever team he joined that he didn’t think about her tie with Formula One Group. 

“If all goes well, though,” Zak was quick to add, seeing Oscar frown, “we could even sponsor some study for her and help her work her way up. If she’s as dedicated as you say, and has that sense of integrity and spirit, then McLaren would be perfect for her.”

Oscar knew Zak was trying to butter him up with the promise of having Y/N. And Oscar had to admit, it was working. This was about you, after all.

There was a knock on the door. Oscar recognised Zak’s PA but couldn’t recall a name. She offered him a warm smile and then apologised. “I’m so sorry to interrupt but Lando wants to speak with you.” 

“Yes of course!” Zak beamed. “Send him in.” He stood up and Oscar’s manners kicked in and he stood up also, assuming the meeting was now over. This reminded Zak of him and he returned his attention at the young Australia. “Unless you had any questions or anything else you wanted to add?” Zak’s question made Oscar want to laugh since they were both already standing up and Lando Norris was already through the door. 

Oscar knew how these politics were going to go. If he did sign with McLaren, Lando Norris was going to be the number 1 in everything. And not just in driver priority. 

“Nope, all good. Thank you again for listening and being so receptive to my request about Y/N.” Oscar held out his hand. Zak shook it and smiled. 

“I have a good feeling about this, Oscar. I’m looking forward to the future.” Zak said. He came around the table to greet Lando and Oscar smiled at his soon to be teammate. 

This wasn’t the first time Oscar had met Lando Norris, such was the small world of karting and racing. However, it was the first time that Oscar had seen Lando since Zak Brown had made it clear that he wanted him to be Norris’ new teammate.

Oscar wasn’t sure how to feel about Lando, knowing that the driver was equal points talented as he was, well, spoiled. Not that a spoiled F1 driver was a novelty, but Oscar had noticed that Y’N’s mornings before a McLaren shift always ended with a long sparring session with the punching bag.  

“Alright?” Lando said with a lazy acknowledgement. “Heard the news.”

Oscar’s kept his face straight. Of course Lando Norris would see no need for subtlety. The PR training all drivers went through for the media usually extended to the Paddock as a whole as conversations were always sanitised. Everyone knew that what you said wasn’t what you meant. Talking around the issue was part of the life of Formula 1. 

Oscar was used to this. So seeing Lando so abrupt about this, and in front of Zak Brown, was quite telling. Especially when it was doubtful that Daniel himself knew anything about his imminent redundancy. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Nice seeing you around.” Oscar said, keeping himself polite and respectful - and making no comment about the news. He looked at Zak Brown once more and offered his thanks before letting the PA show him out of the room. Oscar looked back to see Lando staring at him. Oscar considered just what he was signing up for. 

Still, Oscar could turn around and leave the office with a weight off his shoulders. Even though he knew how it would look, walking out of McLaren, he was surprisingly more at ease than ever. Sure, Oscar knew the fallout of leaving Alpine and joining McLaren would be bad; especially if it meant kicking out another driver - and one that was a personal hero, but he felt a lot more at ease. No matter the fallout, no matter Lando Norris, he knew it would be okay. Because he was going to have you right there next to him. 

There was no way Oscar was going to survive Formula 1 without you. And your gym addiction. 

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„Big brother…“ She whispers in that sickly sweet way she knows he’s so into hearing. He looks at her as she closes the door behind herself. He turns around to look at her, sitting on his desk. That angelic voice, that tone like she wants something from him, like she needs him, like she admires him - he years for that. But as he looks into her face her realizes something is terribly off. She wears this grin, her lips are curved and her eyes are almost gleaming in an unnerving way. Is that sadism? But he has no time to ask himself anything about it as she continues to speak „You’re so into that aren’t you? Oh please big brother, please big brother, please help me!“ She says mockingly. He has never seen her act that way before. „You’re a fucking pervert, do you know that? I know you’ve been jacking off to pictures of me. I know you masturbate thinking of me, your cute innocent little sister. God, big brother. You really thought I’d never catch on to you didn’t you? Whilst I’m over here putting my trust in my amazing big brother he’s actually just sitting there - thinking of defiling me!“ There’s this condescending tone to her voice, as if she’s finally figured out how lowly he really is. He looks at her with big eyes, almost helpless. Overwhelmed. He didn’t know she knew and he wonders how long she’s known it for..

„I will show mom and dad, I’ve taken pictures of you with my pictures in your hand as you.. you know? I will ruin you. Unless…“

Theres a feeling of terror and anguish in his chest as she threatens him. This is so much worse than he could’ve imagined what it would be like should she ever find out. So she thought that little of his feelings? Unless.. So his own little sister would actually blackmail him?

„Unless you pleasure me exactly how I tell you to.“

He looks at her with suprise „Why on earth if you think I’m so horrible for this would you even want me to touch you?“

She looks at him with an angry expression. „Because I don’t mind that you want to fuck me, what I mind is always having to be this cute innocent little creature for you just so I can secure your love. You think you know me? You don’t! You could never actually want me or love me the way I really am.“ Then she halts for a moment „..But now you have to accept me the way I am anyways, big brother. Cause if you don’t your life will be practically over.“

She takes a step towards him and looks at him with that domineering expression, there’s something dark and sinister to that look in her eyes that usually looked so innocent to him.

Did he really know her that little? And what’s worse.. he wondered if he was a little pathetic for being glad that in some way she must be desiring him too. Even like that.

„Big brother, get naked for me and then lie down on the bed.“ Her voice sounded cold and unmerciful. He had never seen her like this, never in his wildest fantasies could he have imagined that sweet sister of his to boss him around like that.

Yet not really having a choice, and being pathetically happy she wanted him at all he obeyed her and stripped down. He noticed her creeping gaze on him every second as he took of his clothes.

„Good, now go lie down on the bed, big brother.“

He felt vulnerable and exposed like he was in completely foreign territory. His little sister wasn’t like that, right? He would’ve known. He had always watched over her. Been there for her. Had been obsessed with her. How could he not have known?

But he obeyed, he laid down on his soft bed and without any delay she climbed on the bed right next to him. He could feel her soft, warm body close to his naked skin and if he had had it his way he would’ve held her close, kissed her, muttered loving words before fucking her. Now he was confused what was so wrong about these thoughts if even if it was her way, they’d end up in bed anyways.

„Big brother tell me, what did you love the most about me?“ She asked whilst looking down at his face from above, her voice sounding cruel and distanced still. Yet she had all the same features he had always adored so much about her and he could feel her breath on his face.

„I.. I love how.. kind you’ve always been.“

She grins in an sour way „That’s not very honest of you. Try again.“

He feels a little irritated at being told his answer was wrong „But I didn’t lie..“

She puts two fingers to his chin and slowly lifts it up „Yes you did. But because you’d never be honest - I’ll tell you. You loved my dependence on you. You loved knowing I need you. It made you feel in control, it made you feel safe, it made you feel loveable.“

Then she leans in to kiss him on the lips, very gently at first and then with more passion. He doesn’t dare to kiss her back. Her words upset him. They stung.

„The truth is youd never allow me to become someone that doesn’t need you anymore. Sure, you rescued me, you stepped up where mom and dad failed us. You didn’t have real parents but I had you. You were always there for me. So dependable. I am so grateful to you big brother, truly. For everything you’ve done. But you’d rather break my wings off than let me learn how to fly, right?“

She was massaging his scalp now. She was so close to him. He wanted to grab her, shut up her filthy little words. Take her the way he’s been desiring to. He wanted to own her. He wanted to claim her and never let go of her. Her words felt like something he simply could not imagine that sweet little sisters of him thinking, she simply was not capable of it. She was far too sweet. To naive. She made him sound so… bad even as she was professing how grateful she felt.

He almost flinched in suprise as she climbed on top of him and started to slide his dick against her surprisingly wet pussy. Was she moaning? Oh god. Her voice sounded better than he had imagined it. And she was sooo fucking wet!

How could she say something that made him sound so bad yet be so obviously attracted to him?

„Big brother… I know that you’d never let me leave you. I know you’d try to keep me in this box… I know you don’t really love me but I know you’re obsessed with me. And I know I don’t want that kind of life for myself. But I doubt I’d be happy without you either. I doubt I’d ever want someone that isn’t my wonderful big brother….“

She made a little noise as his dick slipped inside her and she stopped speaking for a moment as if she had to digest the pleasure from his cock filling her up so well.

„.. But big brother. I won’t be that innocent naive thing you’d like me to be. I’ll force you to accept me as I am. And just like you’d never let me leave I’m not giving you a choice in the matter either..“

Then it looked like she couldn’t continue to speak from the pleasure building up inside her. She started to move on his cock and her gentle moaning enveloped him. Messing with his senses. Because no matter how little he wanted to understand her words and their meaning, all he could focus on was how good she felt, her soft body riding his cock - all by herself.

The way her breasts moved as she rode him. Her hair against her skin. Pearls of sweat on her forehead. He wanted to wrap his arm’s around him, enjoy this moment truly but fear wouldn’t let him. He was aware of an aspect in her now that was dangerous to him. Judgemental. Condescending. Cold. Heartless. Impure?

He wanted to thrust into her to stop thinking. Wanted to fuck every miserable word she had just spoken out of her. Wanted her to smile at him like she always did. Take it all back.

But instead he had to content with the pleasure of their sweaty bodies mixing, her looking beautiful. But him feeling out of control of the situation. A little helpless.

She started to move faster on top of him and she seemed to enjoy using his body throughly.

„Touch my breasts..“ She ordered between breaths.

So he obeyed. God they felt as soft as he had imagined them.

„Yes exactly like that..“ She gently whispered. „God big brother… you feel soo good..“ She said in that cute voice he loved so much.

„You really wanted me to hear me say stuff like that to you, didn’t you?“ She started to laugh a little bit and he felt gut punched.

„But your hands actually do do a decent job, don’t worry.“ She said grinning.

„I feel like cumming big brother. Why don’t you touch my clit as I keep riding you? I cum pretty fast from that.“

He obeyed once more. And soon he could feel her body tense up real strongly, heard a loud beautiful moan and then she collapsed on top of him breathing exhausted.

He had to stop himself from gently petting her head. There was something so trusting about the way she collapsed on him right after climax. In his fantasy they of course always both came but it became obvious to him she wasn’t going to bring him to climax too. That stung a little.

After a brief minute she got up from him and stood there „You will never ask me for sex, I will be the one to initiate. You jump the second I demand to sleep with you. You obey or you get outed as the creep.“ had she looked so gentle whilst she was moaning on top of him, did she return to that cold expression again now. She was establishing rules.

„I will leave you be now big brother.“ With that she left the room.

He was left lying there with all these thoughts in his head. He was overwhelmed. She had felt so good, he had craved this so badly. But no matter how angry he was as well he knew he couldn’t make her take these judgements of him back. He didn’t love her? He only liked feeling needed? No matter how revolting it felt he couldn’t talk back to her about it. Yet he couldn’t help but feel excited about the fact that she said there’d be a next time as well.

There was this anger he felt inside his body. Like she had robbed him of something that had meant a lot to him just as she had also given him something he had wanted more than anything.

He didn’t want to listen to her words. If he drowned the voice out, the judgement, then it was almost like had dreamt of. And she was all his. All his again. Never changing and never leaving.

But he couldn’t get that cold gaze out of his head that she had never shown him before.

Yet he thought, if loving someone to much was wrong he was guilty of that. But could she honestly see that as a bad thing?

But he realised just in that moment that she would never allow him to argue back on this. And he felt trapped. But as long as he got to be close to her, even feel her lovely body from the inside he wouldn’t complain.

[theotherbuckley]

Love your page! Do you take fic requests? Really wanting an angsty fic where Tommy is hurt and an ignorant hospital worker tries to keep Buck from seeing him.

Thank you for the kind words anon💜 here's the fic:

i thought it would be me

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Buck really thought he would be the one to get hurt first. He’s pretty sure the universe is out to get him, and he’s had a near-death experience every other year, so he really expected he’d be the one in the hospital.

He should have known his bad luck would lead to Tommy being in that position instead—because that hurts more.

Getting a call at three AM is far less unusual than it should be, and yet, it still doesn’t prevent his heart from working overtime, pounding in his ears as he reaches to grab his phone from the nightstand.

He’d thought Tommy would be home by now.

Buck’s at his place, in his bed, wrapped in his sheet because they had plans tomorrow, and Tommy had told him to just spend the night, that way they could wake up together.

They’ve been dating for a little over four months now—and Buck has his key.

He still can’t believe it. It makes him feel a little giddy every time he remembers—he has to take his keys out of his pocket every time just to stare at them and smile.

With Tommy, everything feels so right. It’s not weird that he’s in Tommy’s bed because it’s just normal. He loves how Tommy enters the room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but Buck wakes up anyway. He loves the way Tommy creeps into bed and hugs Buck to his chest. It’s always the best sleep he ever has.

Except tonight, as it’s three AM, and Tommy’s shift was supposed to finish at twelve, and Buck’s alone, in a bed that suddenly feels all too big and much too cold.

His phone is still ringing in his palm.

His hand shakes because he knows what they’re going to tell him, but he wants to delay the inevitable for as long as he can.

It feels like an hour has passed when Buck finally accepts the call. He doesn’t even manage to let out a shaky “hello” before there’s yelling on the other end of the line.

“Where the fuck are you?” Smith’s voice practically growls through the phone.

He’s confused, but the ringing in his ears doesn’t let up. Smith is one of Tommy’s coworkers. He seems like a cool guy, not that Buck’s spent much time around him. Tommy tells him that he’s one of the best, the first person at harbour to really make Tommy feel like he could be himself.

“Uh…” Buck says eloquently, his voice breaking through layers of sleep.

“I told the hospital to call you three hours ago, so where the hell are you?” Smith seethes.

The word “hospital” stabs through Buck’s chest like a knife.

The ringing in his ears reaches its peak until the only thing Buck can hear is “hospital” over and over and over again.

It’s like tunnel vision in his brain—he can’t hear Smith still speaking through the line—can’t think—can’t blink—can’t breathe.

His breaths are too shallow. He tries to ask Smith what he’s talking about, but only a pained whimper leaves his throat.

He closes his eyes, tries to focus on the tinny voice coming from his phone. Then, patting his lips together, he forces his mouth to work, and says, “What—what happened?”

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[miniisunshine]

It's here! My Kappa x new girl is out

Synopsis : Was he yours if he wanted me so bad

Warnings : AFAB ready, P in V, swearing, dubious consent?, dom Kappa, sort off humiliation kink

Being the new girl in an already established group is never easy, even harder when there's princess treatments for one, but boy oh boy were you determine to move that bitch and take her place sooner or later.

You've met Kappa for the first time in an alleyway; while you were trying to steal from a creepy guy, your plan failed miserably and you ended up trap inbetween him and a brick wall. Trying to escape from his strong grasp, delaying the horrible nightmares who would come next, you were lucky enough to be saved by the long black haired cult leader. Immediately hypnotised by his cold icy gaze, you didn't need to think one minute to accept his invitation to join his "human-robots killers group". I mean, you were already in the crime industry, what could go wrong?

Already head over heels for this man, you were greeted with a cold shower when you first met Kappa's favorite one : Theta. And she made it veeery clear to you that he was hers and she was his, like a prince to his princess.

But what she didn't know was, at night, the one she called "mine" was in your bed, carressing and kissing you, whispering sweet words into your ears as he fucked you until you couldn't see clear and you loved it, even though you still wanted to be more than just his midnight love.

So one night, as you were laying on his chest, drawing circles on his skin, you poured your heart out for Kappa.

"Are you gonna claim me as yours one day?"

"Why are you asking that Sugar?"

You sighed

"I'm tired of being your dirty little secret, i should be the one you show proudly, not Theta.."

"But i love you just like i love her, isn't that enough?"

"No it's not! And you clearly don't LOVE her if you keep coming in my bed every night! Stop lying with those words."

You almost screamed.

Shocked by your anger he got off the bed, raising his hand to slap you, but didn't, like a force prevented him from doing so. Without a word, he stormed out the room, leaving you crying quietly on your matress, deeply affected by his unequival feelings to you.

As the night goes by, sadness grew into anger and anger became vengance: let's see how long he could resist keeping you a secret to the rest of the group.

In the morning, you threw off the sluttiest nightgown you could find, parading in front of everybody, purposefully getting the attention of every man who would get an eyeful of your body.

Bending over to grab the milk in the fridge, your eyes met Kappa's furious gaze, as you slowly poured the liquid in a glass. Because Theta was peacefully eating her breakfast next to you, he knew nothing could be done right now to stop this show you put on before lunch, preventing "his" men from looking at you like lions looking at their prey.

You finished your milk, winking at him while licking your lips, as you went back into your room, changing yourself, ready to attack this beautiful day.

Since nothing was scheduled today, you decided to take on the tasks you were given one your first day : cleaning the house. Washing and scrubing was something you enjoyed a lot and with a boring day like this, it was the perfect activity to waste your time one.

As the hour passed, you were left all alone in the house, cleaning the dining room, while the others benefited from the great warmth outside, or so you thought.

Deeply focus into your work, you didn't heard Kappa's footsteps rapidly approaching, caging you with his chest on your back and his hands trapping yours on the table.

"You have 5 seconds to explain what happened this morning Sugar."

He asked calmly, with a bittersweet undertone.

"I don't know what you're talking about.."

You said innocently, but deep down, this moment was all you hoped for after what you have done earlier.

"Don't act fucking stupid with me. Is it because of last night? Are you now punishing me for telling you the truth sweety?"

You couldn't respond. His dark tone and his tall body towering behind you were making you unable to let any sound come out of your mouth.

"Let's see who's really getting punish in all of this."

You couldn't process what he had said before he forcefully slamed your upperbody on the table, pressing his hard on in your ass.

"W..wait Kappa.. We can t..talk!"

"Too late pretty face, you've reached my limit and now you have to pay for it."

His peaceful voice would have calmed everybody, but the situation made it bone chilling as the words reached your ears.

He cuffed both your hands behind your back with his right hand while he stripped you from your pants and underwear before doing the same with his.

You couldn't deny the excitement in that moment, but you could also feel the anxiety going up as you knew you were in for a rough one.

Against all odds, you felt Kappa's fingers carressing your wet folds, making you whimper.

"Already so wet for me.. Do you really think i believed you when you told me you didn't put that little show on purpose this morning?"

He landed a hard slap on your ass, obtaining a hiss from you, as he lower himself to your ears.

"You want me to show everybody who you belong to?"

You nodded weakly before he inserted himself harshly into you, with a low groan. You loudly cried out of pleasure, but also from pain, as a tear made his way on your cheek.

"Nhg... K..Kappa.."

You tried to tell him to go softer with you but his rapid thrusts could only make you moan.

"Yea, keep calling my name like that"

He grabbed your waist, bruising it with his grip, as if he was scared you were gonna try to escape, but you weren't. The pain you felt earlier was far gone and replaced by pure enjoyment created by Kappa's dick into you.

Both your moans filled the dining room, creating a perfect melody for anybody to hear, and by anybody you meant Theta, who was watching everything from the window, outside. You catched her staring as Kappa kept drilling into you and that's what pushed you to the edge: knowing his favorite girl was watching him gaining pleasure by you was enough to make you come.

Screaming his name, you gripped the table as hardly as you could, legs shaking from the things you were feeling.

"Is my girl already done?"

Kappa's didn't let you came down from your high as he grab you by the shoulders, forcing you to face him and kneel before him.

"Now finish me off"

You licked your lips, pumping his length with your hands before licking it from balls to tip, making him drop his head backwards. As precum started to leak, you take him whole into his mouth, adjusting to his size while your fingers found their way on his balls.

His hands firmly grabbed a chunk off your hair, as he guided your head, sucking him off just the way he liked it.

"F...fuck just like that.. Good girl.."

Tears were creeping from your eyes and spit dripping from your mouth, butyou could only focus on the ungodly sounds Kappa was producing, making you unable to not touch yourself as your clit was throbbing.

Both your paces increased as his breath fasten, signifying he was reaching his limits. Your moans vibrating on his dick, he released his load into your mouth while you came for a second time on your fingers.

Swallowing the milky concoction, Kappa helped you get on your feet, dressing him and you back as he placed small kisses on your body, telling you how good you did today.

You innocently smiled as you leaved the room to go wash yourself up in the bath before Theta blocked you in the hallway

"What do you think you're doing with MY man?"

"I mean, is he really yours if he wanted me so bad?"

Omg i am so sorry it took so long and it being so badly written. I had an idea, but it was done poorly! Hopefully at least one you appreciate it lol

[myymi]

lost world angst, anyone?

Sonic wasn't sure what he expected to happen to Tails after he got stuck in that trap and taken away before he could save him.

But his money certainly wasn't on the kit being half-roboticized.

He wanted to puke at the sight of his brother. (Which is an idea he wasn't too entirely fond of at the moment. Amy had made him a really nice breakfast this morning and it sits better in his stomach than on his shoes.)

He wanted to say he didn't even recognize the kid, but that'd be a lie. He'd always know when he was looking into his little brother's eyes, no matter if they're drained of life or artificial.

He could imagine the screams the fox probably let out as his body was torn into, flesh and blood being forcibly replaced by steel and oil.

Eggman had gloated about the process once years ago and it still haunted the hedgehog. To think Tails, his kid, fell victim to it..

He was going to rip those stupid zetis into shreds.

“What did you do to him.” Sonic demanded, even though he knew the answer. He just needed them to say it.

He needed them to admit they tortured a barely seven year old child.

“Calm down.” Zavok waved off the obvious anger radiating from the hedgehog, not at all worried about his opponent. “We simply gave him a few upgrades. Isn't he so much better?”

Better?

Better?!

How could anyone think that was better?

Sonic's face fell into a harsh glare, his royal blue quills shifting a few shades darker as he stared right into Zavok’s stupid, purple eyes.

“I'm going to fucking kill you.” He growled, angrily baring his fangs. He wasn't the biggest fan of swearing, especially not around Tails, but he'd let it slide this time.

“You'll have to deal with your little tagalong first.” The zeti stayed nonchalant as he gestured to the half-robot fox and, oh Chaos, his eye was so dull. There was no life in him.

Sonic didn't say anything in response to that, so Zavok decided to begin the fight with a simple command, “Tails, kill that worthless creature.”

The fox-robot listened to the command, lifting up its arm that now had a cannon attached to the end of it. The reality of the situation only fully kicked in when it started charging, a small purple energy or quickly growing in size.

“Oh, buddy.” Sonic knew he could fight Tails. Even if it wasn't him anymore, he couldn't hurt his brother. He promised him, “I'm so sorry, kid. I should've been faster.” He apologized, raising his paws in surrender to show the other he wouldn't fight.

Even if the fox was about to kill him, he was going to accept it. He deserved it after failing to keep the kid out of the zetis’ hands.

He braced himself for the inevitable impact of the orb once it looked like it was finished growing. It wouldn't be long before it shot, and Sonic would've left Mobius as a failure of big brother.

But then the light in Tails’ eye resparked.

With a wink, the kit quickly pivoted on his heel and dropped to crouch on his knee. He did his best to prop up the cannon as he aimed it right at Zavok’s head, “Never!” He shouted, pulling the trigger.

The blast ended up striking Zavok right in the center of his chest, the force sending him flying a few feet backwards.

Sonic could do nothing but stand and gape at his little brother. He didn't understand what happened, it all went by too fast—isn't that the craziest thing? Too fast for Sonic to keep up.

“Hold it, fuzzball.” Zeena said, stepping up as she pointed a remote at the fox and pressed a button. “You're still ours. Now do as you're told so we can end this. I need to fix my nail polish and you're delaying it with your wanna-be hero stunt.”

Tails yelped and grabbed his head with the paw that hadn't been turned into a weapon. His organic eye closed tightly in obvious pain as the other flashed between blue and red.

Sonic knew he should do something, but it felt like his feet were glued in place. No matter how much he begged, his body wouldn't move.

“No!” Tails cried out, shaking his head before just barely opening his eye. The first thing he saw was the arm cannon, which reminded him of a program he added in last minute as a backup plan.

Sonic was going to be so mad at him for this.

He didn't give his brain a chance to bail on the plan in fear of upsetting his big brother. He spun his tails as quickly as he could, doing his best to ignore how one of them felt like pure metal and flew straight into the center of the zetis.

He didn't stop flying until he landed on top of Zomom, looping his legs around the orange zeti’s neck as much as could as he pressed a hidden button on the cannon.

As the three second timer kicked off, the fox looked up to find his brother. He sent him a smile, quickly mouthing ‘I'm sorry.’ before his vision was full of white, then almost immediately fading to black.

“Tails!” Sonic screamed right before the explosion hit, knowing that silent apology couldn't have been a good sign.

The force of the bomb knocked him back a bit, but he was back on his feet in a second and running to where he last saw his brother.

One of the zetis, the depressed one, was entirely missing from the group. But, other than that, the rest of them were all knocked unconscious.

“Tails?” Sonic's voice choked on tears as he slid beside the kit’s body. The bomb had destroyed some of the metal, revealing that most of it was just show.

Tails hadn't been roboticized.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat as he gently cradled his baby brother, shoving away the haunting bits of metal.

He knew this entire encounter was going to haunt his dreams for a while.

He didn't dwell on that matter though. Tails was far more important. He needed to get him away from these monsters.

So he ran.

He wasn't sure where he was running to exactly, but anywhere away from the zetis was a good place to be.

By chance or maybe an unknowingly conscious effort, Sonic had made it to where they had parked the Tornado. She hadn't moved a muscle, her red paint still glistening in the sun as she soaked in the heat.

Feeling calmer from just the plane's presence, the hedgehog carefully climbed into the cockpit and settled into the seat.

Tails was still cradled to his chest, his grip on the fox tightening as he found a comfortable enough spot.

He didn't know what to do. They didn't really have the supplies to treat whatever happened to the kid.

He was just gonna have to wait it out. Figure out how Tails was feeling when he woke up and then go from there.

The hedgehog curled around the younger boy as much as he could when he felt his eyelids growing heavy. He nuzzled the fox's fur, making sure to lay extra attention to the sections that had been covered by metal. He planted a small kiss above the eye that had been seemingly replaced by an artificial one.

They would be fine if he took a quick nap. He'd wake up if something attacked them, and the Tornado’s keys were already in the ignition. It'd be okay.

Chaos, he prayed Tails would also be okay when he woke up.

He didn't like his slow heartbeat or his weak pulse.

[mychlapci]

TFA anon is SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY ON BULKHEAD DREAM BUT HERE IT IS NOW

Anyways, in Decepticon society, I feel like in terms of romantic relationships, bots that are large and chunky like Bulkhead are considered to be very desirable. In fact, Decepticons are known to violently fight over those types of bots with other potential mates. Large and fat bots are desirable because they are able to carry many sparklings (averaging around four to five sparklings. The most was thirteen) and are generally very attractive to Decepticons unlike for Autobots those types of mechs are looked down upon.

So when Blitzwing and Lugnut met Bulkhead for the first time, they were immediately enamored. He was large enough to carry a fat litter of sparklings with hardly much trouble and was good looking as well. He was kind but also could hold his own if ever threatened by someone. Team Prime was incredibly confused when Blitzwing and Lugnut suddenly started acting weird. Towards Bulkhead they were more friendly and flirtatious but towards the rest of them they were more hostile. Maybe they considered the Autobots as a threat towards their courtship for Bulkhead. Additionally, they also started to bring Bulkhead gifts ranging from small trinkets to literal energon crystals for some reason.

It got even weirder when out of nowhere, Lugnut and Blitzwing just started brawling right in front of them. Like- actually brawling. Just snapping and clawing and just overall animalistic. Then they realized that had a job to do and went back to attacking the Autobots like nothing happened.

And then it gets even weirder. When it’s just Bulkhead and maybe even one other person like Bumblebee, Blitzwing starts doing these weird maneuvers in the air as if he was dancing and Lugnut just starts randomly showing off displays of strength by let’s say ripping a tree out of the ground (which Bulkhead does not appreciate in the slightest)

Ratchet is the first one who pieced together that they were not trying to intimidate them like they first suspected but were in fact trying to court Bulkhead. At this revelation, Bulkhead is both flattered and very flustered and Bumblebee just unhelpfully pats his arm and solemnly tells him good luck.

Since the two would not stop their advances on Bulkhead they decided to weigh the pros and cons of dating either Lugnut or Blitzwing. I am not joking. Ratchet literally pulled out a whiteboard from god knows where and told them to check the pros and cons before he hits them all with a wrench. In the end, the tallying for the both of them ended up being tied so they genuinely debated on just flipping a coin and choosing from there but Bumblebee comes up with the frankly obvious solution and just asks “Why not just pick both?”

Problem one just got solved just like that.

Problem two just got complicated because now Bulkhead was pregnant.

So when Bulkhead accepted the both of them as his mates Lugnut and Blitzwing got a bit too excited and ended up fucking him so hard not only was he sore and limping for the next two weeks, but they knocked him up as well. Lovely.

So now they had to deal with two very overprotective sires, a teammate who’s down for the count because he’s carrying a whole litter worth of sparklings, and then dealing with Decepticons while being down a member.

And also Megatron showing up more often and gaining an interest in Optimus which- what???

Ratchet might just kill someone if he has to deal with any more of this shit.

OH. holy shit I thought I answered this… crying emoji. so sorry TFA anon. 

You know I'm a big believer that Decepticons would find big fat bots extremely attractive. What's a skinny little speedster gonna go? They'll snap with the weight of a strong soldier on their waist. But big bots? They can carry many good heirs. The moment the 'Cons see Bulkhead they're swooning all over. He's a big fat bot, in prime breeding age, how can they just let those unappreciative autobots keep him? 

There's probably a momentary truce as Blitzwing and Lugnut need to balance wanting to keep their pretty carrier all for themselves, and Bulkhead still wanting to stay with the team. But I bet he enjoys knowing that he's swelling with babies and it only makes the 'Cons want him more. He was never desired this insanely and definitely not for his size… it’s very flattering.

(Okay, but do you think that Megatorn taking interest in Optimus is considered odd? Everyone is just shaking their heads as Megatron makes moves on the skinny-waisted little twink. They won't say anything, but they know he's choosing a sub-par carrier. How sad… Megatron and his ugly ass autobot boyfriend...)

[regalbootie]

Ok first thing first, I die each time you upload! Your a great writer, like damn it’s god send! I truly wanted to ask for this. (Smut) Larissa and the reader have been married for some years, and for the first time Larissa wanted to try something new in their sex life! Staying in her true form and only changing her female sex for male genitalia. The reader allows it and Larissa shapeshifts her form and basically pounds the reader on the bed, while cumming inside her women one after another and groaning and moaning because of the pleasure. At the end Larissa is being a tired lump on top of reader, tells a joke about how she can see the appeal in having a cock and claiming her women.

Trying something new in the bedroom

THIS IS 18+ MINORS GO AWAY.

I love this request, ngl did struggle to write it cos I ain't got a peen so unsure of what it all feels like so I tried my best!

There will be a part 2 as I wanted to post this cos I got too excited, lol.

Lariss weems x reader fic

WARNING: Shapeshifter penis, dominance

You were so thankful it was finally the Christmas holidays, all the students were home or with friends for the holidays which meant all the staff could do whatever they pleased for the holiday break.

You and Larissa planned a short getaway to a little secluded cabin in the wilderness so you both could relax and have some privacy. No phones, no laptops and no work.

That was the promise you both made so you both could focus on one another. Work had been hectic, with Larissa running Nevermore and yourself getting students ready for exam season, you both had not had much time for each other.

So there you were watching the snow slowly fall to the ground as you took in the winter wonderland around the car. The radio playing soft music as Larissa’s hand that rested on your thigh tapped to the rhythm of the song.

You bit your lip smiling as she sang along to the god awful Christmas song while focusing on the road. Smiling to yourself at how lucky you were to have her and to love everyday.

It wasn’t much longer till the cabin was in sight, it was small but that’s all you and Larissa needed. Grabbing the bags and rushing in from the cold you were quick to get the fire rolling. It didn’t take long for the cabin to heat up with the roaring fire seeping warmth into the cold cabin.

Admiring your fire you started, you felt two hands wrap around you from behind and you hummed with happiness at her touch. A glass of wine was presented to you which was gladly accepted. Taking a small sip and swaying your body as you held this moment in your mind to remember forever.

You and Larissa finally at peace with no disruptions or distractions. You both stayed there for a while, content being in one another’s arms, until you turned so you could face her.

Small smiles gracing both of your faces, with your free hand you cupped her cheek, “I love you so much, my darling wife”

“I love you too, my darling wife” The wedding was 2 months ago, but the honeymoon was delayed with work getting in the way. Larissa leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. You could taste the wine of her and moan.

Knowing what this did to her it was no surprise when Larissa’s grip tightened on your body and swiped her tongue against your bottom lip asking for entry.

How could you deny her she had you in a puddle of mess just with a kiss. Opening your mouth for her, the kiss deepened, her tongue mixing with yours in a dance you knew well.

Larissa’s hands gripped tight on your hips and started to guide you to the bedroom, she couldn’t wait she had this idea of something new to bring to the bedroom something that she had never tried before.

Pushing you onto the bed a giggle escaped “oh what will you do to me, mistress?” you purred as you moved back farther onto the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you senses, my pet. Now strip” doing as you were told as fast as you could throwing your top and jeans over your shoulder. You start taking your underwear off but feel a strong warm had stop you.

“not just yet little one” you were so focused on undressing that you didn’t notice Larissa stripping down to just her panties, biting your lip she moved to lay over you laying kisses over your body making you squirm and gasp when she left a nip. “God you are so beautiful” she worshiped your body giving into the tender moment for just a little bit.

“Yesssssss” You hissed as she sucked on your pulse point, hearing you it turned into a lust filled bite. She pulled back looking you in the eyes “are you ready for this?” arching a eyebrow.

All you could do was nod and that was all it took.

Pushing your bra down roughly she took an exposed nipple into her mouth nipping and then soothing it with a lick. Your legs come to wrap around her pulling her closer. “please mistress” moaning loudly now that you had no student neighbours in the halls of nevermore nearby.

Growling Larissa ripped the bra off and was much more ferocious making your eyes roll back and moaning louder, her hands held you down by the hip and she grinded against your core your wetness already soaking making you ready for her so quickly. You would be embarrassed by this if it wasn’t for the attention she was giving your nipples, pinching them and nipping. She grinded again against you.

Your body stiffened when you felt something different and pulled back a little bit. “what was that?”

Grinning Larissa moved off your body to stand before you, she had a bulge in her panties and you gasped, you had never asked about this. You were 100% sure on the ins and outs of shapeshifters but shifting genitalia was not something you had thought of before.

“I wanted to try something new, why should mistress not get to feel her little slut cum over her cock, I want to feel you cum around more than just my fingers”

Slipping her panties off you could see her stand to attention already. Where there should be a wet dripping pussy there was a long, big and thick shaft.

You did not like guys or their penises but Larissa’s was beautiful. She grabbed you by your legs pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to fill you up and fill every inch of you, pet. I know you’ll like it. Your panties have gotten 5 shades darker since you’ve seen it”

She slid her tip through your folds making your head fall back with a gasp. Larissa couldn’t hold back a moan at the sensation, it was amazing just to feel your wet pussy on her tip.

Making sure she was well coated she looked to you for confirmation to continue, knowing this was new and that you were ready for it.

Leaning up you captured her lips in a kiss a hand trailing down to take her in your hand and line her to your entrance. “fuck me mistress” whispering into her ear as you pulled her back into a deep and passionate kiss.

Hips moving slowly forward the kiss broke and whimpers escaped both of you at the same time. Larissa felt like she could already burst as she felt the tight warmth wrap around her and all you could do was fall back onto the bed arching.

Larissa started slowly, nervous if she let go she would hurt you. You needed her right now though, you needed it hard and fast filling you up every inch.

Grinning you wrapped your legs around her hips pulling her harshly forward making you take the full length of her. “fuck me hard and fuck me fast”

“Anything for my good girl” smirking Larissa drew all the way back and slammed back in. Making you cry out and grip the bed sheets.

Her pace was hard and fast the feeling of you around her was intoxicating. “good girl, good girl” she chanted, her free hand moving to hold your throat and the other to play with your clit.

Your pussy clenched and it only spurred Larissa further “you like my big cock don’t you, you will beg to let me fuck you like this won’t you”

“YES MISTRESS YES! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME LIKE THIS FOREVER” you were so close already and the sensations were overwhelming.

“Im so close mistress please let me cum on your cock” begging like the good girl you were for your mistress. Larissa knew she wasn’t going to last much longer and she wanted to cum with you to feel it.

“cum for me darling” her breath was laboured and gasping but her gasps where cut short when you came screaming her name as you clenched around her and all Larissa could was keep pounding as the orgasm hit her.

“oh my fucking god oh my fucking god, I’m going to cum in you my little slut” Larissa screamed with you as she thrusted deeper.

“please mistress cum in me” the dam broke and Larissa bit down hard on your shoulder as her whole body convulsed as she came hard making you orgasm a second time. You and her didn't expect anything to come out but were surprised when she felt the rush of a hot liquid fill you up, and all you could do was love the feeling.

Her pace was relentless and rougher as she drew out both her own orgasm and yours. Sweat dripping off both your bodies.

Slowing down she slowly pulled out and you hissed a little from the sensation, you knew you were barely going to be able to walk tomorrow but you didn’t care because Larissa threw your body around and slapped your ass hard.

“I’m not done with you yet, get on all fours” being the ever obedient lover you did so without hesitation. Feeling the bed dip and the new familiar feeling of her tip at your entrance you rocked your hips back to have her slide back into you.

This only earned you a hard spank to the ass, “did I say you could move slut”

you grinned and made a loud moaning and whimpering noise. “ But you feel so good mistress”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Unexpectedly Yours: Part 7

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

Series Masterlist

It had been a week since Roy had seen you with Goodman and he couldn't stop thinking about you; how you smiled at him, laughed with him...it caused a deep pain in Roy. One that didn't seem to ease.

The following week, Roy, Clara, and Phoebe were having breakfast. Clara's ladies maid brought in the letters as well as a new paper that's been circling around the city, specifically among many women's circles. The latest gossip about Richmond's own people was being publicized, causing a stir among the city's residents.

Clara, usually not into gossip, suddenly found it to be her guilty pleasure every morning. Setting the letters for Roy aside, she immediately opens up The Richmond Rag. Her eyes skim the page and she immediately gasps, tossing the paper at Roy, "Read this."

"Fucking hell," he mumbles, wiping his mouth and picking up the paper, "I don't care about gossip."

"You'll care about it today. Read it," Clara presses her brother, pointing at the paper.

Roy sighs and he reads the paper. Clara watches her brother in anticipation.

Dear Readers,

It seems we may be hearing wedding bells by the end of the season. My sources tell me that our recently arrived Mister Jeffrey Goodman is looking to court newly debuted Miss Y/N L/N. However, other sources have told me that another is interested in our young debutant. Who, you may ask? None other than our resident viscount, Lord Roy Kent. Now, in my honest opinion, I am not sure how much of a match Lord Kent and Miss L/N is compared to herself and Mister Goodman, but we shall sit in anticipation if Miss L/N will accept Mister Goodman's courtship.

Roy's jaw clenches and he sets the paper aside. Phoebe asks, "What does it say, Uncle Roy?"

"Shut up and eat your food," Roy grumbles.

Clara rolls her eyes, "Roy."

"I don't want to talk about it," he murmurs, going back to his food.

"Maybe you should talk to Y/N and see-"

Roy abruptly stands from his seat, "Fuck this," he says before walking out of the dining room.

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Your mother was squealing in delight to see that you and Jeffrey were mentioned in The Richmond Rag, especially the fact that Jeffrey was thinking about officially courting you. You're not sure how you felt about it, honestly. Sure, he's funny and makes great company, but you don't know if you could see yourself falling in love with him, let alone if he'd be a good husband or not. But then again, you don't have many options. You're already much older than many debutants. Many men wanting a younger wife than yourself. You don't have much room to be picky now.

"Mama, isn't that just all gossip? I'm not even sure if Jeffrey is still interested in me. I saw him dancing with other women at the ball last night. He seemed to enjoy their company."

She waves off your skepticism, "It's best to be hopeful. Anyway, we need to pick up your new dress for the next ball." She stands with a sense of urgency, gesturing you to quickly follow her. She then calls for your father who emerges from the kitchen with Cece in tow.

"Yes, my love?"

"Y/N and I will be picking up her dress," your mother answers then she looks at Cece, "Would you like to come along darling?"

"Can I go to Phoebe's?"

"I'm not sure if they're busy today, but we can see," your mother replies and Cece excuses herself to grab one of her dolls.

You smile at your excited cousin, "She acts like she didn't see her two days ago."

"You know how hard it's been since your aunt and uncle's passing," your mother whispers and you nod.

"I'm ready!" Cece rushes back the stairs to you and your mother. Your father escorts the three of you out and to the carriage.

When you arrive to Lord Kent's estate you take a deep breath. You follow your mother and cousin to the door. One of the servants bows to you three and goes to announce your arrival.

A moment later, you hear squealing and Phoebe is rushing towards Cece. She takes Cece's hand and they're immediately off somewhere else in the house.

Clara emerges with a chuckle, "Mrs. L/N, Y/N, wonderful to see you again."

You curtsey, "Good afternoon, Clara. I hope we weren't disturbing any plans you had for the day. We're off to town and Cece asked to pass by."

"Nonsense, Cece is welcome here whenever. You should know that by now." Clara then asks your mother about the plans for the day and as they talk, you feel eyes on you. You look up to see Lord Kent staring down at you. There doesn't seem to be any emotion behind his eyes.

You give a small curtsey and he replies with a curt nod. You two continue to stare at each other until he turns and walks away. You let out deep breath.

"Well, we best be off. We will be back in two hours to pick up Cece."

"Would you like to have lunch with us when you do?"

"That would be delightful. Thank you so much, Clara." your mother says with a beaming smile.

Once back into the carriage you groan, "Why did you accept lunch with them?!"

Your mother scoffs, "Just because you have some animosity towards Lord Kent, doesn't mean we still can't socialize with them. Besides, you'll have to accept that Lord Kent will be in your life seeing how Cece and Phoebe may be attached to the hip forever."

"Lovely," you grumble, slumping against the bench in the carriage.

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At the modiste, you're trying on your dress one last time to make sure it's to your liking. You give a little spin on the raised platform then look at yourself in the mirror, "I think this is my new favorite dress, Charlotte!"

The older woman clapped her hands together, "Thank you, miss! I'm honored that you love it as much as I do!"

Your mother nods, "Yes, I think this color suits-"

The bell above the door rings and you all turn to see Lord Kent standing there with a surprised expression on his face.

He cleared his throat and gives a nod, "Ladies, pardon me. I didn't mean to intrude."

Charlotte moves to stand before him, "Hello, Lord Kent! How may I help you?"

He doesn't answer because his eyes are on you. You know this, you can feel him looking at you, but you try not to give him any mind. Rather, you look at yourself in the mirror making sure the dress is flattering in all angles.

Your mother smirks and speaks up, "Lord Kent! Wonderful, I think a man's perspective would be helpful," she loops her arm around his and tugs him closer to you, "Tell me, do you think this dress is flattering for my daughter? I've heard that it's Mister Goodman's favorite color."

You're mentally cursing your mother at this moment.

"Yes, it suits her well, but not as well as pink, ma'am."

"Pink, my Lord?"

"It brings out the color of her eyes," he says this and it causes you to look at him through the reflection of the mirror. He's doing it again, staring at you, but this time, emotion in his eyes. Unlike before. There's something there you can't quite read.

"Hmm...I suppose that will be the color of the next dress we'll request. Anyway, dear, did you need Charlotte's help?"

He breaks his gaze away from you and turns to the dressmaker, "Yes, sorry. My sister would like the same style dress as she previously ordered, but in navy blue."

Charlotte is writing down Clara's request, "Yes, I have a few fabrics of that color. If you could please tell your sister to come by to pick out which fabric she prefers, that would be most helpful, my Lord."

"Of course," he nods to you three, "Enjoy the rest of your day, ladies."

With that, he exits the shop and you frown at your mother, "Stop it."

"I didn't do anything."

"You and I both know that's a lie. If he was interested, he would've done something by now. He hasn't. There's no chance of us being together, so, please, mother, let it go." you step down from the platform and move to the back of the room to change out of your dress.

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Two days later, you're at a ball hosted by the Bartletts. Their own daughter, Eliza, had debuted as well and she's gotten many men interested for her hand already.

So far, you have two names on your dance card, Jamie and Jeffrey. Jamie's name once, and Jeffrey's twice. You're not too bothered by it. All of the attention is and should be on Eliza tonight.

"Jeff and I could always fill up your dance card," Jamie says as he sees you glance at your dance card.

You shake your head with a snort, "No, it's okay. It's best I stay in the shadows. If the author of The Richmond Rag sees me dancing with you two too much, I'm sure I'll end up being mentioned in their next publication."

Jeffrey smirks, "So you've read what they've said about us?"

"Not necessarily. I don't care for the gossip too much, but my mother does. She tells me about it."

"So what are your thoughts on our potential co-"

"Miss Y/N," Jeffrey is interrupted by Lord Kent.

"Lord Kent, good evening," you curtsey and Keeley follows. Jamie just nods, but Jeffrey bows.

"May I add my name to your card?" he gestures to the slip of paper on your wrist.

"O-Oh, um, if you'd like," you hand him the card and pencil. He scribbles his name and hands it back to you. He walks away without another word.

Before you can even look at the card, Keeley snatches it from your hand.

"Keeley!" you try to grab it from her but Jamie stands between you and her, "What is it, love?" Jamie asks.

Keeley smirks and hands him the card, "Lord Kent wrote his name down on the rest of the spots."

"What?!" you push Jamie to the side and grab the card, looking down at it, "Oh that bas-"

"So much for staying in the shadows. That'll guarantee your name in the Rag for sure," Jamie says with a snicker.

Jeffrey looks displeased and annoyed, "Are you really going to dance with him the entire time?"

"I-wouldn't it be rude if I didn't?"

Jeffrey frowns, "I thought you didn't like him."

"We're not very...amicable, but I'd say I...tolerate him?"

"Hm," Jeffrey doesn't seem to like your answer and excuses himself for a drink.

Jamie whistles, "He don't look too happy, darling."

For the first dance, Jeffrey doesn't appear to dance with you, so you just don't dance. The next dance, Jamie does his best to keep you cheerful. The next dance, Jeffrey still doesn't make his presence known to you. When it's time for the waltz, Lord Kent appears, his palm stretched out to you.

You take it as he leads you to the middle of the room. In your peripherals, you see Jeffrey bringing another woman to the floor. Your jaw clenches and you look away. Lord Kent, seeing this, scoffs and murmurs, "Prick."

You shake your head and look at Lord Kent, "It's your fault you know, putting yourself down on the remainder of my dance card."

"It didn't seem like anyone else was going to put their name down."

You scoff, "So what, you did it out of pity? I don't need your pity or sympathy from you, my Lord." You don't care that you were in the middle of a dance, you promptly turn your back and walk straight out of that ballroom, cursing Lord Kent's name.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

yes i already sent make me write but then i saw the theories and i need this with haste /j

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Damn! 168 for time loop:

Tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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Eddie goes stiff. He doesn’t say anything for over a minute. Buck thinks he must be searching for excuses. Lies. A way out. If he tries it, Buck thinks he might scream. 

He doesn’t.

“Yes,” Eddie whispers eventually. 

Buck takes a deep breath. 

“Okay,” he replies shakily. He doesn’t turn to look at him.

“Buck, I’m sorry,” Eddie tugs on his shoulder. 

Well… Buck is sure Eddie is sorry Buck keeps dying. But he’s not so sure he’s sorry about the lying. 

“Why?” Buck asks. “Why make me think you and Chris were dead, too?”

“I needed you to take it seriously,” Eddie says. “Buck, I needed… You know how you get, I…”

“Needed me to do what you wanted me to do?” Buck asks, finally turning to look at him. 

“No. No. Buck, you have to believe me,” Eddie begs. “That’s not… No.”

“Do I have to believe you?” Buck asks. 

Eddie looks as though he’s been slapped. 

“Buck, please.”

Buck shakes his head. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m being unreasonable.”

“You’re not. You’re not.” Eddie promises. “You just… You don’t understand.”

“Oh, I know,” Buck replies. “That’s fucking obvious.”

“Buck, nothing else is different.” Eddie insists. “It’s still the same situation. We’re still stuck here, and I don’t know why or how. I still tried everything to save you, Buck. I-I swear I tried. I-I avoided kayaking. When that didn’t work, I took you to the hospital right away. Begged them to scan your head… They thought I was crazy. You said you felt fine. I-I couldn’t explain-”

“Wait…” Buck frowns. “You know why I die?”

“Oh, uh… Sorry. Thought you figured that out, too.” Eddie mutters. “I mean, I don’t know for sure. But I’m pretty certain.”

“And?” Buck demands.

“Epidural hematoma,” Eddie says. “A brain bleed.”

“Talk and Die Syndrome,” Buck replies. “Like Natasha Richardson.”

Eddie nods.

“Fuck,” Buck says. 

“I’ve tried avoiding the injury. I’ve tried addressing the injury. I’ve tried driving us home. I’ve tried locking us in our hotel room and not moving. It doesn’t matter. You die every time.”

There’s something a little frantic in his tone. A little unsteady. 

“And you really don’t know why you’re stuck?” Buck asks.

“Why we’re stuck?” Eddie corrects.

“No, Eddie. Why you’re stuck. You and Chris.”

Eddie looks sick. “Don’t say that.”

“Why?” Buck asks. “You said it yourself. No matter what, I’m dead.”

“No,” Eddie replies. “No, because it starts over again. You’re here talking to me. You’re not dead.”

“And that’s why you won’t try? You won’t try to solve the loop?” Buck asks.

“Not without saving you,” Eddie replies. 

“Maybe that’s why the loop isn’t ending, Eddie. You won’t accept that you can’t.”

“No.” Eddie says firmly. “I won’t accept that. You’re right.”

Buck feels his eyes burning. He doesn’t want to die. He really doesn’t. Especially not now, when life is so damn good. But… But this is futile, isn’t it? This is horrible. Eddie has been torturing himself. And now… Well, now it feels like he’s torturing Buck a little, too. 

“Eddie, this can’t go on for… For eternity. It just can’t.”

“Why the hell not?” Eddie demands. “We’re in literal paradise. We’re together. It… It was happy.” 

“Eddie, I know you don’t want to lose another-”

“Stop,” Eddie begs. “Stop, Buck. It’s not that I don’t want to. I won’t. I will not lose you, after everything, to a fucking kayak rack malfunction.”

Yeah. Yeah, it is a pretty stupid way to die. After all the other things he’s survived. Like, dying in a tsunami? Expected. Not recovering from being struck by lightning? Reasonable. Dying after being blown up in a fire engine? What a story. Dying from a delayed reaction to a brain injury after being hit in the head by a kayak on a family vacation? Just sort of sad. 

Buck swallows. “I’m sorry it happened this way, Eddie.”

“It’s not over, Buck,” Eddie insists. 

“It has to be,” Buck says. “You have to get Chris out of this. He needs to grow up. He has a whole life ahead of him.”

Eddie’s eyes well up. He’s almost trembling.

“Buck, you don’t understand. “He’s happy every day. We were all finally happy. Together.”

“I know, but-”

“No, you don’t know!” Eddie snaps. “You don’t know. He’s lost his mother already. We… I… I almost lost him last summer, because I couldn’t… I’ve thought it through. You think I haven’t? We can’t lose you. We won’t… We just can’t. I can’t. He can’t.”

Fuck.

“Eddie, as long as he has you-”

“No! That has not been true. We have always needed you. He cannot lose another parent, Buck!”

Yeah, it would… It would fuck up Chris. For sure. Buck can see that. But more than Chris losing another parental figure, Buck thinks this is really about Eddie not being able to lose another spouse.

[primalmagic]

waking up to the start of the end of the world (but it's feeling just like every other morning before)

some days, the nightmares just never go away.

OR that one future benlor fluff fic because hurt/comfort is the best type of fic ever <3 (oh and they cuddle i think)

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It’s been a few hours since the rest of them had fallen asleep, but Taylor just… can’t.

It’s not that she isn’t tired, but sleeping is a bit of a chore nowadays, and she’s trying to delay it as much as possible 

Funny enough, she’s the only one so far who hasn’t been plagued by nightmares- until now. She remembers the days after the incident, how everyone seemed so hollow and lost and scared. She couldn’t afford to be scared then, because she needed to be there for her friends. She had to. 

But now, it was different. Because they were safe and everything was… alright. They were alright. 

But allowing herself to be scared felt like betraying everyone else. And god, was that conflicting.  

Taylor remembers when Ashlyn broke down, only a while after they had met, explaining how she felt the burden of keeping them safe and being their leader. 

She gets that, she supposes. 

In a different way, but she gets it. She wasn’t going to let herself break again, not like after Tyler almost died and she was on the verge of going insane. She needed to be there, like how her brother was always there for her. 

She hears Aiden snore next to her, and smiles softly. Out of everyone, his nightmares had lasted the longest, and they still happened regularly.

Everyone else got them- but not as often, and not as much as they used to. 

Why did she know that? 

Because she stayed awake, every single night, in fear of those nightmares. 

She’s had one before- and she sure as fuck doesn’t want to have another one. 

She remembers a phantom, grabbing Tyler and pulling him back out the car door. It throws him onto a tree and watches him bleed out gleefully. She remembers how she couldn’t move, how she was right there, but she couldn’t do anything.

She knows that’s not what happens, too. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t terrifying, that she hadn’t woken up in tears, shivering even though it was a 80-degree summer night. 

Taylor also knows that nobody will admit it, but a part of the reason they had so many sleepovers was because it decreased the chance of nightmares. Because they weren’t alone, or afraid, and they felt safer. 

She agrees. 

She pulls herself out of her sleeping bag as quietly as possible, and stands up, surveying the others. 

They’re all fast asleep, or so it seems. Alright, she thinks, I’ll take a walk. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep when I come back. 

She tiptoes out of the room, and once she’s far enough, she starts to walk normally. 

She’s about to open the front door when she feels a tap on her shoulder. 

Fear plummets through her chest as her eyes widen, adrenaline surging through her veins. She twirls back and subsequently punches the figure immediately, her fist meeting soft flesh for a second before she processes it. 

“Ben?” She looks at him in shock, “Oh my god, I thought you were a phantom. Oh my god, are you alright?” 

Ben holds out a shaky thumbs up, which she doesn’t really accept as an answer. “Damn it, I’ll get you an ice pack, alright? Wait here.” 

Ben raises his eyebrows, as if to say- Right, like I could go anywhere. 

She runs back into the room a few seconds later, with a small bag of ice and a bandaid.

Ben isn’t injured or anything, just a small visible scratch on his temple, but she feels a wave of guilt hit her in the face. 

“I’m so sorry,” she mutters, leaning down to press the bag of ice onto his forehead, “I swear I didn’t mean to.” 

He leans over to grab her free hand, and squeezes it, trying to calm her down. 

It has an incredibly opposite effect. 

You okay? He taps in broken Morse code. Taylor had been teaching him bits and pieces of it as a communication method, and it had proved helpful too many times to count. The only problem was that she and Tyler were the only ones fluent in it, as their dad had taught it to them when they were little. But hey, one step at a time, right? 

“I should be asking you that,” She raises her eyebrows, her hands too occupied to tap back, “You know, because I kind of, maybe, slightly, punched you?” 

Just slightly? Ben taps, smirking slightly. 

She blushes, “I said I’m sorry!” 

I know. I’m sorry too. 

“What the hell are you sorry for?” She scoffs affectionately. 

For interrupting you. U wanted to go somewhere?

Just a walk, she taps, putting the melted ice bag down. I thought you were all asleep.

I was. I heard you leave and woke up. 

“Oh,” she flushes in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Stop saying sorry, he smiles, tapping it out decisively, It’s ok. 

She laughs weakly, particularly exhausted. She hopes Ben isn’t able to see it, but of course he does. 

You don’t look too good. R u sure u are ok? 

Damn him and his perceptiveness. 

“Just nightmares,” she waves it off dismissively, “Nothing important.” 

That’s important. They suck. Anything I can do to help? 

She shakes her head, “You’re a sweetheart, Ben, but it’s alright. You should go back to sleep anyway, I don’t want to keep you up.” 

Nope.

“Sorry?” She frowns, about to get up. 

I’m not going anywhere. 

He rests his arm on his knee and turns to look at Taylor completely, which causes her heart to stutter. 

God, this “not-crush” situation had to stop. Her very unhelpful crush on Ben was unnecessary and stupid, so she’d convinced herself it wasn’t actually a crush. He was just really nice and respectful and sweet, alright? She just thought he was cool- that was all. It had been going on for months now, and every time she was about to get over it, he had to do something like this, which made her squeal inside like a middle school girl.

She was also weak, so she could do nothing but stutter out an “Oh-”

Fix yourself, Taylor, She mentally chides herself, forcing her body to cooperate and maintain a neutral expression. 

Have you had nightmares before?

She hesitates, unsure of how much information she’s willing to give him. But then again… this was Ben. He was safe, and he’d never used anything she’d said against her before.

He’s still sitting on the floor, lying on the back of the couch. She sits down next to him, keeping in mind the small distance between them. 

“I used to,” she admits. “When my dad died.”

— 

They talk for a while, and Taylor doesn’t even realize it until a light ray of sunshine peeks out from behind the maroon curtains. 

She yawns, sluggishly tapping back, I’d much rather never sleep than relive that stuff. 

Ben nods and leans closer (she’s acutely aware of this), brushing the bangs out of her face. You’re tired. 

It’s not a question, but it doesn’t need to be. She’s too exhausted to think. “Mh hm.” 

He shakes his head, How many days have you stayed up, Tay? You need to sleep. 

“No,” she frowns, pulling her knees to her chest, “I’m good, thank you.” 

He sighs, typing slowly and steadily, What did you do before… when your dad died?”

She smiles bitterly, “I’d go to my mom, and I’d sleep with her. But she’d always be out really late, and I began to see Tyler as my guardian more and more. I didn’t really understand anything, back then. I just knew he was safe and he took care of me. So I’d go to him, most of the time. I don’t want to bother him anymore though, he’s done way too much for me.” 

He seems to ponder that for a while, before nodding, I get it. 

She feels like her heart might burst out of her chest. This? This was what she needed. He didn’t try to change her mind or deny it, he just… got it. She squeezes his hand, which looks to be tapping random erratic beats, and not words anymore. 

It catches him by surprise, but he squeezes back. His other hand brushes through his hair, and he suddenly seems almost bashful.

If you want… He pauses, his hands freezing in mid-air.

What? She taps curiously.

You could… Another pause, just sleep here, with me?

Taylor turns a hot scarlet, practically yanking her hand away from Ben’s.

Shit, sorry, that was a bad idea. I didn’t mean to make anything awkward, I swear. I just want to help.

“No, no!” She replies, “No, it’s okay. It just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

You don’t have to pretend, Taylor, you’re allowed to dislike or disagree with something. 

She replays his words in his head for a few seconds, hesitatingly continuing, “I’m not pretending. Um, I think I’d like that, maybe.”

Maybe?

She blushes again, as if she wasn’t already practically a tomato, “Aren’t you tired?”

Not really, She smiles, and then uses both arms to bring Taylor closer, who squeaks indiginantly. Just go to sleep, Taylor.

She leans his head on his shoulder and closes her eyes, immediately sinking into the lull of her exhaustion. “Thanks Ben,” she mutters softly, unsure if the boy can even hear her.

He twirls a lock of her hair, pausing when Taylor shifts. Then, carefully, he wraps his arm around her and taps softly on her shoulder, Is this okay?

“Mhm.”

He continues playing with her hair until she’s fast asleep, and the only sound in the house is coming from the whir of the fan above. 

Taylor’s still asleep when Ben picks her up and sets her on the couch, draping a small cotton blanket over her. She’s still asleep when he sits down on the chair and falls asleep soon after, because he was in fact, quite tired. She’s still asleep when the nightmare starts, and her mind replays the most traumatic moments of her life.

She’s not asleep when Ben hugs her, whispering promises and affirmations in her ear as she wakes up sobbing. 

The nightmares don’t just go away.

But, god, they’re so much easier to deal with when you have someone else with you.

[soapels]

HEYYYYY, I saw your requests open and I thought why not trying it. So, could you please please please write something with König and like, they're training or something and the reader or König (dc about who's going to do it) does that move that you take down the other person but you sit on their lap if you're not fast enough. And they're like panting from training.

I have more things in mind, so I'll be here for a while 😁

grim reaper

könig x female reader

content: slight suggestive themes, sfw, konig is down bad for reader but also a bit cheeky lol

hii nonnie! hehe i didnt know if u wanted sfw or otherwise, so i ended up somewhere right in the middle- or teasing at the latter, at least 😳 lol but i hope u enjoy!! i really love this idea so much! i wanna do this eventually with alejandro too ♡ good day! c:

all hearts, comments & reblogs are very appreciated!

König’s a tough guy.

Big, solid, more of a fucking mountain than a living breathing man, to be entirely honest- and it certainly don’t help when you put a gun in his hand- or worse, when his eyes are set on you.

Those shimmering blues are pretty, you can’t help but think even as he slowly rounds the mat with you. So pretty that they might succeed at distracting some poor bastard behind enemy lines, make them believe it’s an angel come to save ‘em from war rather than a ravenous, feral beast responding to the dinner bell.

There’s a reason he wears a hood.

All grim reapers do.

The air is somewhat thick between the two of you. Growingly tired. A healthy amount of sweat beading below your lighter fatigues.

You’re both a panting mess of missed punches and a few exchanged, light jabs. You managed to score a low kick at the back of his calf- perhaps your hardest hit yet- and it’s probably why he’s limping now. Just slightly.

It must still sting a bit, though. Because his delayed dodging time is enough for you to swoop in and pull the rug right out from beneath him, immediately pouncing on him as he falls.

Eager, you’re overwhelmingly eager to finish sparring, because while it’s fun being pitted up against Konig (he’s your favorite partner for these sessions), you’ve been at it for closer to an hour and supper will be served soon.

Straddling his waist, you pin his brawny arms back over his head, your smaller fingers struggling to wrap around his thick wrists.

He’s so much bigger, so much stronger, such a pain in the ass to immobilize.

And still, pinning him down on the mat, your hips anchored firmly over his- you know with one mindless buck, jerk, or thrash on his end, you’d go flying.

So it’s a mercy, really, hair hanging over your head and almost touching the tip of his nose, that instead of that- perpetuating the session and perhaps stinging your pride- Konig merely lies there beneath you.

Accepts it and you.

Lets out a little, breathy sort of giggle.

“Ah, you got me.” He surrenders, yet your hands must be completely deaf to his words because they don’t loosen at all.

His broad chest shakes with every heaving breath he takes, jostling you both, but it’s only when you feel him make an uncomfortable shift beneath you that you truly realize just how exhausted he is.

Blues eyes glinting tiredly through the holes of his hood, holding an odd little twinkle to them as he runs them over you— nervous, but curious, too.

So, so curious.

As if common sense hits you, you let a playful grin finally carve into your cheeks. “Did I?” You ask softly, and his head tilts some at you. “I’ve got the feeling you could switch our positions easily, if you really wanted to.”

He’s vaguely jittery, your sparring buddy, but when you make that mindless comment, for reasons beyond you, König visibly flusters, jerking his chin the other way.

His cheek rubs against the mat through his mask, mumbling a polite rebuttal.

“Y-You underestimate yourself, Y/n… You knocked me right off my feet! Isn’t that good?” His gaze does find yours again, then- quietly, “…I think you are good…”

It’s your turn to giggle.

The sound is pleasant, the sort of sound that he’d play on repeat if he could. But… those are feelings that the brute of a man is vaguely aware are offhanded, and certainly not the kind you divulge to your comrade.

So he nibbles on his lips, though you don’t see, and keeps quiet on it.

“Well, thank you, König,” your cheeks are a bit warm, either from tussling with him or just the fact that it’s him and not anyone else, you’re not so sure.

“I think you are good, too.”

Oh.

Oh.

That feels nice to hear… And your mouth looks so pretty when you say it, too.

You are beautiful, the man steadily comes to terms with- in one staggering, full gust of wind beneath you- you are so beautiful and you are straddling his hips and you said with your own tongue that he is good in your eyes.

You don’t know just what possesses him when he turns to you after, letting a nervous, yet deft hand rake the entirety of his hood over his head. But the truth is that he also doesn’t know why- or anything, to be fair, in that brilliant, awing moment- just that you are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and he loves sparring with you and he can’t fully stop himself in time from saying—

“Yes,” he admits. “For you.”

And you are so startled by his sudden spur of confidence, and also the hint of a cheeky grin curling at his lips, that you are silent for a moment.

Stunned, perhaps.

An addicting, bubbly sort of feeling rises between you.

…S-Something else does, too, but lower— poking persistently at the start of your tummy.

You blink owlishly at the belated realization. So does he, all blue and hopeful yet also, apparently, growingly excited.

You clear your throat, slowly sliding off of his lap, praying to God your buddy doesn’t see the evident stirrings of something smitten on your face.

“H-How nice,” you murmur. And you mean it.

The both of you stand up, inconspicuously brushing off the fronts of your thighs, trading off see you in a bit’s and good spar’s, the male following shortly after you- sort of like a lost puppy- towards the shower block.

Washing off sounds nice- even better, settling down at the cafeteria and digging into his meaty portion of dinner- but to be entirely honest, he’s still basking in the sweet afterglow of his small (yet no less revolutionary) victory.

…Maybe he ought to let you win more often.

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OC in 15: Kendis Crawford-Louel

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @deepinifhell and am woefully delayed in getting on this.

Tagging: @thedeadthree @thee-morrigan @nat-seal-well @nightingalesighs @laufire @lusavors @cypresswrites @thelittlestspider @mt07131 @roxaro @quaxorascal @tuomniia @andthatisnotfake @sunshineandviolets @sapphic-story [tagged fifteen peeps! i think! and as always no pressure!]

Most of the dialogue from old rp stuff repurposed for this meme, some from unposted stuff, and a few I made up for this. (As warning: some cussing)

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1] However, strangeness of the situation proves that the metal gates aren’t fully down around the castle, because she bites out, bluntly, “No! No. I’m not okay.” Her breath hitches. “Don’t. D-don’t follow that up with another question. I thought we talked about this.”

By ‘we’ and ‘talked’, she meant the time she summarily shut down his last attempt to dig deeper. It should’ve been obvious by now that Kendis didn’t like accepting what they insisted on dishing out.

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2] "Yook, Kenny, yook!"

"What'm I lookin' at, teeny tyke? --- Well, now. Look at that! Is that me? In fact, I know that's me. That's the second prettiest person in this entire art of prettiness. And is the one right next to me you? It's got to be 'cause that's definitely the prettiest person in this."

"You siwwy, Kenny. Boys not be pretty!"

"Am I? Well, if you're sayin' that's right then I'll consider it. But being silly doesn't mean I'm wrooooong~. Boys can be very pretty, kiddo. People can be whatever they wanna be so long as they're --- kind, yeah? And you're the kindest, prettiest, most talented teeny tyke, I've ever known. Oh, now you're laughin' at me, huh? Well, Ima show you 'bout that teeny brat."

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3] "Who invented white allosexuals, like for real? Someone return this woman to sender."

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4] "We're not even four days into a fucking New Year and this shit stain is stinkin' up the place."

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5] "And I get that it's different things for different people. But I rather lose a place, than lose the people that matter with it."

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6] "I know you've probs been lied to lately. But you're really not cute."

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7] "He obvi picked bad pics on purpose, you Italian booger."

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8] "I'm like Siri. Except better looking, smarter, much louder, and not an AI slave to a hegemonic hell-hole that stole the name of one of the best fruits. Like ever."

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9] "Um, excuse you. I'm not reckless. What 'bout me screams the self sacrifice type?"

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10] "Hey. Hey! Look at me! That's it ... slow breaths. I've got you. Do you -- you're okay, slowly ... Do you remember what I told you last week? Just nod. I've got you. I've got ya. You remember this? That's my pinky. We pinky promised -- the biggest and most bindable way to lock in a promise, yeah? And you may not know this about me, but I don't make promises that I can't see through. I said you're gonna be okay. And I mean that. I'm gonna make it happen, okay? I'll -- I'm here now and I'll be there at the end. Prommy, prommy, prommy, prommy, pro -- oh, a laugh, huh? Ha. That's what I like hearing. Leave the worryin' to me, dude."

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11] "If this human version of a mutated ingrown armpit hair follicle don't get up off my face in the next 10, 9, 8, 7, …."

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12] “Ow! Fudging snowcaps! That bitch hur –” They stopped mid-yelling but simply began complaining underneath their breath.

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13] "I'm --," Kendis gestured sharply with their right hand as if orchestrating their feelings or encouraging Morgan to jump in. Not that they gave her much of a chance when they quickly added, "You know."

"You're?" Morgan smirked, "You know? I don't think I do."

"Yes. You do."

"Nah, nothing's ringing a bell."

"Well, that's probably all the brain damage you got from the last fight."

"Right. I remember that. The fight where I got stabbed instead of you."

Kendis' nostrils flare and their jaw clenches so tightly Morgan almost feels a sympathy twinge in her own teeth.

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14]

“Then why won’t you tell me you love me? Maybe a little reward so I can be brave?”

“‘Cause a face full of kisses wasn’t enough? Wow.”

“Sure,  it was nice but this is a big deal. I think I deserve a bigger reward.”

“Aren’t rewards for after you actually do the stuff?”

“You’re right. How about you say ‘I love you’ just because you do!”

“You look cute when you pout an’ you’re gonna be late.”

“Please, Kendis? We’ve been dating for a while now and … That is – Unless – You don’t.”

“I don’t what?”

“You know you are always avoiding it, saying how you feel about me, and you’ve never come close to saying the words .. and sometimes I’ve wondered … I’ve been very patient the last several months –”

“Then keep on with that.”

“Okay. Okay. Kendis. Do you love me?”

“Can we talk about this later? This ain’t as black an’ white as you’re making it look like.”

“But it is.  It is a very black and white question with a very black and white answer. Do you love me?”

“Austyn. Austyn? Stop that! What’re you doin’?  Don’t. You’re – fuckin’ –”

“These are the notes I wrote you. Look at them. Look how far they reach on your floor. Look!”

“No”

“You never even wrote it back. I kept saying it and writing it and you never gave anything back … B-because … because you don’t.”

“I never gave – We’re not doin’ this right now. Again. Why’re you doin’ this right now? We don’t even have the time to really get into -”

“What is there to get into?  It’s yes or no,  Kendis! If you say that, then it will be all settled.”

“Maybe stop cuttin’ me off an’ let me speak.”

“You cut me off first! And don’t you start raising your voice at me!”

“You started that shit first, yourself! What is with you?”

“Why are you acting like I am overreacting? I’m not! It isn’t wrong to want to know whether or not my best friend is in love with me. It isn’t wrong to know if you really see a future with us together or if you’ve been just tagging along because I’m one of the very few other out girls in school.”

“You called me your best friend.”

“What?” 

“You should know how I feel. You say I don’t give you nothin’ back but that’s a damn lie an’ you know it.”

“Then why don’t you say it? I say it all the time!”

“But are you really meanin’ it?”

“Uh - Wha – EXCUSE ME!?!!” 

“Are you? How can I say those words to someone that's not a sure thing? You talk a lot about a future that ain’t here but what you really got to say for the now.”

“Wow. Asshole.” 

“Takes one.”

“Fine. Don’t love me. I think it’s best if we take some space right now and reconsider our priorities.”

“Austyn. I didn’t mean – Austyn this is silly.”’

“Is it?”

“Why're we even doin’ this right now? What about the formal?” 

“Don’t call me unless I call you.”

“Austyn!”

“Don’t.”

“You know what? Fuck you.”

“Apparently not even in the next few months, asshole.”

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Kendis narrowed her eyes but forced herself to take a deep breath, “You. Bumped into. Me!” Honestly, that was a generous and kind assessment. If Kendis had been human, she doubted she would’ve been able to stand with only a headache and a bad mood to show for it.

“Yeah, because you slowed down when you weren’t supposed to! I was keeping pace with you, speeding by the way, and then allva sudden –”

“I know you’re not blaming me for any of this, let alone your speeding, you Stranger Things reject.”

“Excuse me?”

Kendis felt that anger again – no, they could almost taste it. It was just wafting off the air from the shifter in front of them. It was churning up their stomach like sick, this anger that wasn’t their rage.

It was restless, like her’s was, but was also too hard, too cold.

Not right, not right. The warning blared in Kendis’ gut. Something was off and they needed to leave.

“Don’t!” They warned when the person reached out to grab at them, clearly making Kendis ready to skedaddle. The sharp yell struck out like a roll of thunder, loud and final enough to make this person hesitate, before Kendis’ voice dropped into a growl, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” [x]

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He couldn’t stop shaking. 

It wasn’t even cold, but it felt like it. The air conditioning in the house had broken a week ago, and Eddie had dragged his heels all up and down their local Target complaining about the prices of a replacement, and he had only shut up about it when they had ended up at Home Depot and all of the units there were about a hundred dollars more. So it was working, and Buck could feel it settling on his skin like pinpricks of tiny, cold icicles digging into the parts of his body that weren’t covered in clothes. But it was about eight six outside, and the air conditioning needed to be on because, otherwise, Christopher would be complaining about how hot it was and Buck didn’t think he could handle hearing that, thank-you-very-much. Not on top of everything else.

So Buck was shaking, the air conditioning was on, and he had been home for approximately ten minutes and locked in the bathroom for nine of them. 

He didn’t know how he had convinced Athena to go home. He didn’t even know if he had convinced her. But she hadn’t gotten out of Bobby’s car to go after him, and Buck didn’t know if that was better, or worse, than if she had insisted on following him inside. 

Evan couldn’t do this, really. Eddie’s things were everywhere. The sink was his. The house was his. The kid was his. 

Evan was just… he wasn’t even Buck. He was Evan. But Buck was lost somewhere in hospital hallways, or maybe he had never been taken out of the hospital in the first place, or maybe he was still on that street, swimming in Eddie’s blood and -. 

The water was hot on his hands. A juxtaposition to the air conditioning on the back of his neck and goosebumps were instantly rising on the backs of his arms. 

When Evan was eleven, he had turned on the water in the bathroom so hot that the next day he had gone to school with a dozen sensitive red splotches on the backs of his palms. No one had said anything, but why would they when usually showed up to classes with new bruises and scrapes? You hurt yourself when you need to focus. 

Are you hurt? 

He shut off the water with a viscous twist of the knob and gripped the sink instead. 

Pull it together. He told himself and refused to look in the mirror. 

This might be a little big on you, it’s Bobby’s. 

On the back of the sweatshirt was Nash in big, bold, white letters. On the front was 118 at the bottom of the firefighter’s emblem, Captain emblazoned in red at the top. Just like his helmet. Too long at the sleeves, a pinch too big at the shoulders. It didn’t quite fit. It didn’t quite feel right. 

Evan was shocked he could even feel anything at all, anymore. 

He was well aware of delayed pain. It had existed within him long before the explosion that had nearly taken his life. There had been a time where little Evan Buckley hadn’t even known he had a broken rib for two weeks before he had been walking home from school and realized it hurt to breathe. Doctor Ocampo said that probably had something to do with safety. The neuropathways in his brain were all fucked up from the abuse he had suffered as a child that now his brain and his body didn’t know how to properly communicate anymore. He was in his bathroom, it was hours after what was rapidly becoming the worst day of his life, and his wrist was finally starting to pierce, his knee was finally starting to scream, and his neck was starting to pull. The doctor had walked him through his own list of injuries - bruising on the elbow, a shard of glass or ten had ended up all the way up his arm, but the piece that had lodged in his wrist had been the only one that needed stitches. His knee was twisted, the good knee, this time, not the one that tended to trip him up. The muscle in his neck was most likely just strained - a side effect of being tackled, quite literally, into the pavement without a helmet. 

Slowly, he lowered himself onto the closed toilet, one hand on the cold porcelain of the sink as if to brace himself, and his sleeve (Bobby’s sleeve) pushed up, the elastic around the wrist brushing against the white bandage obscuring the stitches. 

The laundry basket, full and stuffed right in the middle of the open closet door, mocked him. 

Eddie had said he was going to do it when he was done with his shift. 

Stupidly, Evan laughed and then slapped a hand over his mouth as if to quiet it and keep it locked inside. But, well… the laundry wasn’t getting done now unless Evan did it, huh? Just like he had said it wouldn’t. 

I’m just going to have to do it anyway. 

No, no, let me do it. 

You always forget. 

Okay, so let me remember. 

Maybe he’d leave it for him. Maybe it would just never get done. Maybe, if he left it where it was, it would… “Fuck.” Evan breathed, dug his bruised elbow into his bad knee and hid his face. It wasn’t wet anymore, no, Athena had taken care of that, and Evan knew he had a habit of making people worried when he didn’t have the correct emotional response to big, life changing events and he, really, probably should have been an emotional mess. 

Shock, Hen would have said and sat with him, her hand rubbing a warm circle in the middle of his spine. You’re just in shock. 

Shock, sure. 

That was… all it was. Shock made sense, medically and emotionally. Who wouldn’t be in shock after….

Prep an OR.

Sir, you have to let go. 

Please. 

“Buck?” Christopher knocked on the bottom of the door loudly with the bottom of his crutch. 

Are you hurt? 

“Is dad working late?” 

Buck stood up, the pain sliding from the front of his mind all the way to the back and cleared his throat. “Give me a second, Chris.” He washed his hands with lukewarm water and knocked the closet door shut on his way out of the bathroom, the laundry disappearing from view as it clicked closed. 

There were more important things.