#do i have any proof that I'm going to be thrilled with how this all turns out? not really!

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if edy is still filming AND lou is still filming do you know what that means. well neither do I but my instinct is there's gonna be some DRAMA (affectionate). if you're feeling discouraged just take my hand. I got you. this is going to be soooooooo good, you'll see

[badathumanemotions]

Hey, would you be able to write a nsfw fic with spencer but maybe where a few of the team members decide to play poker at Rossi’s and it turns into strip poker with like a bit of truth or dare and you end up sat on Spencer’s lap with like barely any clothes on or smt. And then like later they end up having to share a room at rossi’s and then yk..

High Stakes

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Strip Poker, Half Naked Lap Sitting, Grinding, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Face Fucking, Dirty Talk. WC: 5,799 I have no idea how to play poker. (Not Proof Read)

"Alright, who's up for a round of poker?" Derek Morgan announced, his eyes scanning the table.

You looked around at the weary but smiling faces of your teammates. After a long, successful case, dinner at Rossi's had been the perfect way to unwind. The aroma of his homemade lasagna still lingered in the air, mingling with the sweetness of their dessert.

"I think I'll pass," Aaron said, pushing back his chair with a stretch. "It's been a long day. I'd love to join you all, but I better get home to Haley and Jack." His eyes crinkled at the mention of his wife and son.

Rossi nodded, understanding. "Alright, I'll walk you out." They disappeared into the hallway, leaving the rest of the team to rearrange the furniture in the den.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. "You in?" Emily Prentiss asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

You nodded, trying to hide your nerves. "Sure, I'm in. It's been a while since I played, but I'll give it a shot."

The table was soon set up with cards, chips, and drinks. You took a seat next to Spencer, who was already shuffling the deck with a focused intensity that was a little unnerving.

"Okay, everyone," Rossi called out as he re-entered the room. "Let's get this game started." He took his place at the table, his eyes showing a hint of fatigue. "But remember, I'm only playing a couple of hands. It's been a long day and I need my beauty sleep." His comment was met with laughter from the others.

The first hand of poker began, with Spencer dealing the cards with a swiftness that spoke of his years of experience playing the game. His eyes darted around the table, reading the subtle tells of his teammates. You took a deep breath and picked up your cards, feeling the smooth edges against your fingertips.

As the hand unfolded, the banter grew more playful, the stakes rising with each round of betting. You watched as Derek Morgan's face remained unreadable, his poker face firmly in place. Meanwhile, JJ's occasional glances at her cards betrayed her excitement, while Garcia's fidgeting with her chips was a clear sign she was bluffing.

Spencer's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied his cards, his mind racing through probabilities and possible outcomes. When it came down to the showdown, he laid out a full house with a smug smile. "Well, well, well," he said, collecting his winnings. "It seems like Lady Luck is on my side tonight."

The room buzzed with good-natured groans and teasing. "How does he do it?" JJ jokes, shaking her head.

A couple more rounds went by, the tension rising as the pot grew. Each of you played strategically, the air filled with anticipation and the clinking of chips. Prentiss leaned back in her chair, her arms folded as she studied the table.

Finally, after one particularly intense round, Rossi rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Alright, I think I've had enough fun for one night. I'm going to call it quits and head upstairs." He glanced around the table. "If anyone wants to crash here tonight, the guest rooms are all yours. No need to drive home if you're feeling too tired."

The team bid him good night, their eyes lingering on the chips and cards as they continued to play. With Rossi's departure, the atmosphere grew slightly more competitive. You felt a thrill as the game went on, the camaraderie of the team mixing with the cutthroat nature of poker.

Morgan leaned back in his chair, a devilish grin spread across his face. "You know what would make this night even better?" he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"What's that?" Prentiss asked, her interest piqued.

Morgan's grin widened. "How about we spice things up a bit?" He suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Strip poker, anyone?"

The room fell silent for a beat before bursting into laughter. You felt your cheeks heat up, surprised by the proposal. Prentiss's smile grew wicked. "Now that's a twist," she said, her gaze flickering to JJ.

JJ caught your eye and noticed your hesitance. She leaned forward, placing a reassuring hand on the table. "You know, we can always play truth or dare instead," she suggested, her voice low and soothing. "It's less… risky."

Morgan's smile grew. "How about both?" he proposed, raising the stakes. "You can opt to either take a piece of clothing off or complete a truth or dare from the group." The room buzzed with excitement and a little trepidation. You swallowed hard, trying to decide if you were ready for this.

Garcia squealed with delight. "I'm in!" she exclaimed, her cheeks already pink.

You took a deep breath, the adrenaline starting to pump through your veins. The thought of playing strip poker was a bit intimidating, but the alternative rule of truth or dare had its own thrill. You found yourself nodding in agreement. "Alright, why not? Strip poker with a twist it is."

The game continued, the stakes now higher in more ways than one. Garcia was the first to go, losing a shoe to a bad bluff. She giggled, tossing it aside and taking a shot of tequila.

JJ's eyes widened slightly as she had to remove her sweater, revealing a tight tank top underneath. The room was getting warmer, and not just from the heat of the game. The tension grew palpable as each player weighed their options: fold and risk embarrassment, or push on and hope for the win.

You felt your heart race as the game continued. With each round, the pile of clothing on the floor grew. Before you knew it, you were down to your last few pieces of clothing.

The next hand was dealt, and you picked up your cards with trembling hands. You had a good hand, but the idea of losing was now more than just about the game. You studied the faces around the table, looking for signs of who might be bluffing.

Morgan leaned in, his gaze intense. "You're looking a little flushed, Y/N," he teased. "Is it the game or the thought of what's next?"

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, feeling the heat in your cheeks spread down your neck. The game had indeed taken a turn, and you found yourself in a situation you never would have imagined when you accepted the dinner invitation. You had continued playing, the excitement and the thrill of the game keeping you in your seat until you were down to just your bra, skirt, and panties.

The hand began, and you focused on your cards. You had a decent hand, but not a sure win. The betting went around the table, each person raising the stakes. You looked around, trying to read their faces, their body language, looking for any hint of what they might be hiding.

As the final round of bets were placed, you felt the weight of the moment. If you won this hand, you could keep your skirt on. If not, well, the thought sent a shiver down your spine. You placed your bet, trying to keep your voice steady.

Morgan called, his smile never wavering. Prentiss folded, a knowing look in her eye. Spencer studied you closely, his cards held tight to his chest. Garcia bobbed in her chair, her curiosity and excitement palpable.

As the tension grew, so did the distraction of your state of undress. You noticed Spencer's eyes darting to your chest every few seconds, the effort he was making not to stare becoming more and more obvious. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of power at the sight of him so flustered. The others had also caught on. They knew Spencer's intense focus was split, and they hoped to use his distraction to their advantage.

The final card was flipped, and you watched in horror as Morgan revealed his winning hand. The room erupted in cheers and whistles, your heart sinking as you realized you had lost your last piece of lower body clothing. With a dramatic flourish, you stood and dropped your skirt to the floor.

Spencer's eyes traced down your legs, his cheeks reddening when he realized he'd been caught staring. He quickly looked away. The room fell silent for a moment before the laughter and clapping began again.

Others had invoked the truth or dare clause here and there, but you hadn't yet. Each time someone chose dare, it seemed to push the boundaries a little further. Garcia had to sing a karaoke song, JJ had to do a sexy dance, and Prentiss had to tell a steamy secret from her past. Each moment had been met with laughter and cheers, but you couldn't shake the feeling that the real fun was just getting started.

The next hand was dealt, and your heart pounded in your chest as you realized you had nothing. You didn't want to remove your bra, so you knew what you had to do. You took a deep breath and announced, "Dare." The room grew quiet, all eyes on you.

Morgan's grin grew wicked. "I dare Y/N to sit on Spencer's lap for the rest of the night." A chorus of laughter and cheers erupted around the table. Spencer's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks burning.

You felt your own cheeks rouge at the suggestion, your heart skipping a beat. Being that close to Spencer, especially in your current state of half-dress, was both thrilling and terrifying. But the excitement of the game and the desire to keep playing overrode your nerves. You nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. "Fine."

Spencer's body moved back before he even had time to process the words. His chair scraped against the wooden floor, creating a sharp sound that echoed in the tension-filled room. He looked up at you, his eyes wide, his expression a mix of surprise and something else that you couldn't quite decipher.

You took a deep breath and slid onto his lap with more confidence than you felt. His body was tense beneath you, his muscles rigid as he held himself perfectly still. You could feel the heat from his body, the warmth of his skin seeping through his shirt and into you. Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it might leap out of your chest.

The others smirked as they shuffled the cards for the next round. They could see the electric tension between you and Spencer, and it only added to the excitement of the game. Prentiss began to deal, her eyes glinting with amusement as she took in the situation.

The next few rounds, Spencer's focus was undeniably scattered. His usual poker face was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a constant battle to not look at you sitting on his lap. His hands fumbled with his cards, and his bets were erratic. It didn't take long before the team noticed and capitalized on his distraction.

"Looks like someone's lost their mojo," Prentiss teased, placing her cards on the table with a smirk. You tried to ignore the smug looks from the others, focusing instead on the way Spencer's breath hitched every time you shifted slightly.

The next hand was dealt, and you could see the determination in Spencer's eyes as he picked up his cards. This time, you noticed the way his thumb brushed against your bare skin as he held his cards, and the electricity that shot through you was anything but calming.

You tried to keep your focus on the cards in your hand, but Spencer's proximity was making it near impossible. His breath was warm against your neck, and you could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath you. You thought you had been careful hiding your cards, but apparently, not that careful.

"You're holding your cards too tight," he whispered into your ear, his voice low and gentle. "It's giving you away." You felt a shiver run down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into him slightly. His scent filled your nose and it made your head swim.

You took a deep breath and tried to loosen your grip, his words sinking in. The whispers continued, his breath warm against your neck as he pointed out small tells from the others at the table. His voice was a comforting rumble, guiding you through the game.

Slowly, the closeness didn't feel so awkward. In fact, there was a strange sense of comfort in having him so near. You found yourself leaning into him slightly, his arm wrapping around your waist in a protective embrace.

As the game went on, Spencer's whispers grew more frequent. He noticed every little detail about the others' playing styles, sharing his insights with you in hushed tones. "Look at how Garcia's thumb is pressing down on her chips," he murmured. "She's bluffing." His voice was low and calming, his words of advice a secret shared between the two of you.

You followed his lead, and slowly, you saw your luck begin to change. You won a couple hands, the pile of chips in front of you growing. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, and the gentle guidance of his whispers had a surprising effect on you. You felt more relaxed, more confident. The daring glances and smiles you exchanged with him grew more frequent, hinting at the thrill you both felt.

Then it happened. As you readjusted yourself higher on his lap for better comfort, you felt it. The unmistakable pressure of Spencer's erection against your backside. A blush crept up your neck, and you froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. His breath hitched, and you knew he was just as aware of it as you were. The room's temperature seemed to rise a few degrees.

You wondered how long he had been like that and how you hadn't noticed it before. His arm tightened around your waist, and you felt a low groan in his chest. You felt yourself start to get wet, the heat and the thrill of the moment making your body react despite the situation. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

Without realizing it, your hips had begun to slightly rock against him, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel his cock growing harder with every movement. The others at the table were too engrossed in the game to notice, but you were acutely aware of every little sound and sensation.

Spencer's breathing grew shallower. His hips made the tiniest of movements, pushing back into you in a silent bid for more. You bit your lip, trying to keep your breathing steady, but it was getting harder by the second.

The game continued around you, but the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. Each time his hips rocked against yours, it sent a jolt of desire through your body. You could feel your own breath quickening, your chest rising and falling more noticeably with every shallow breath.

You tried to keep your poker face, focusing on the cards in your hand, but it was difficult when you could feel his hardness pressing into you. Spencer's whispers grew softer, his voice a gentle rumble that made your skin tingle.

Suddenly, Garcia broke the spell, standing up from the table with a dramatic yawn. "Alright, I think I've had enough for tonight," she announced, her cheeks still flushed from the alcohol. "I'm going to crash in one of the guest rooms."

Her declaration created a domino effect. One by one, the others began to nod in agreement. The energy of the game dissipated as they all started to collect their scattered clothing. You felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment as Spencer's arm loosened around your waist.

Reluctantly, you slid off Spencer's lap and began to gather your clothes from the floor. The fabric felt cold against your skin, which was now sensitive from his warmth. You couldn't help but feel the loss of his touch as you dressed, the excitement of the moment fading into a confusing mix of arousal and awkwardness.

"Thank you for a… memorable game," Spencer said, his voice strained as he stood up. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding yours.

You tried to ignore the wetness between your legs as you helped the others clean up, focusing on the mundane task of gathering the cards and chips. Your body was still humming with the tension that had built up during the daring rounds of poker. The room felt too small, too hot, as you tried to act like nothing had changed.

The group chattered about who would take which guest room, the conversation light and easy. Yet, you couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment lingering in the air. The way Spencer's arm had felt around your waist, his erection pressing into you, was etched into your mind.

"Dibs on Morgan!" Garcia exclaimed, slapping a hand on Derek's arm playfully.

You laughed along with everyone else, trying to shake off the lingering tension.

"Alright, let's all head upstairs," Prentiss suggested, breaking the spell. "Three guest rooms, and we're all adults here."

You nodded, eager to escape the charged atmosphere, and followed the group up the stairs. You felt Spencer's gaze on you, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking the same things you were.

Without a word, Emily and JJ claimed the first room they saw. Garcia and Morgan didn't waste any time either, disappearing into the room across the hall. That left you and Spencer, the silence between you heavy with unspoken tension as you both stared at the last guest room at the end of the hallway.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Spencer's eyes darted to the room before meeting yours. "Looks like we're sharing," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a hint of something that was definitely not disappointment.

With a sudden burst of courage, you grabbed his hand, your pulse quickening. He looked surprised but didn't resist as you led him to the last open guest room.

Once you closed the door, you pushed Spencer to sit at the edge of the bed, his eyes widening as you straddled his lap. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

"Do you want this?" you whispered, your breath hot against his ear. His eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but all he saw was the same hunger reflected in his own.

"God yes," he replied, crashing his lips against yours with a fervour that stole your breath. The heat between you was undeniable as your bodies collided, his hands gripping your hips tightly. The kiss was deep and hungry, his tongue delving into your mouth as if he could devour you whole.

You grind against his lap, happy to feel that he was still semi-hard. His grip on you tightened, and you could feel his cock growing harder with every movement of your hips. The feeling was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but moan into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, you leaned back, panting heavily. Spencer's eyes followed your every move as you stood up and began to strip away your clothing, until you were left in your underwear.

You sat back down onto his lap, this time with a sense of purpose, your legs straddling his. He groaned into your neck, his hands roaming over your bare skin as you kissed along his jawline. His touch was gentle yet firm, leaving a trail of heat wherever he went.

Spencer's fingers slid up the outside of your thighs, his touch feather-light, sending shivers of anticipation through you. His grip tightened as they reached your ass, cupping you firmly. He pulled you closer, aligning your hips with his, and you gasped as his erection pressed against you.

You rocked back and forth, the friction building between your bodies. His breath was hot against your neck, his kisses leaving a trail of fire along your collarbone. You wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure grew.

Suddenly, the angle was just right. Your clit rubbed against his erection with just the right amount of friction, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge. The sensation was intense, your eyes rolling back in your head as you bit back a moan.

With every grind, you grew closer to the edge, your breath coming in short gasps. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your body trembling with the effort to stay in control. Then, with a final, desperate thrust, you climaxed, your body shuddering in his embrace.

Spencer watched you, his eyes hooded with lust. He could feel your wetness soaking through the fabric of your panties, and it was all he could do to keep from tearing them off.

With a surprising show of strength, Spencer picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. You gasped as he laid you gently on the bed, his body hovering over yours. He paused for a moment, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was desire mirrored back at him.

His hands traced the line of your underwear, his thumbs hooking under the waistband. Slowly, so painfully slow, he began to lower your panties. You watched as he pulled them down, revealing your wetness to the cool air of the room. Instead of tossing them aside, he folded the damp fabric and tucked it into his back pocket with a smirk.

He spread your legs wide, taking in the sight of you with a hunger that made you blush even deeper. His eyes roamed over your bare skin, lingering on your most sensitive spots. He leaned in, his breath hot against your folds, and you shivered.

Without further teasing, Spencer's tongue darted out, licking a slow path up your slit. You gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily. He took his time, savouring the taste of you. His tongue was soft and insistent, lapping at your clit and dipping into your entrance.

You grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets, your back arching off the mattress as he worked you into a frenzy. The feeling of his mouth on you was heavenly, his skilled tongue flicking and pressing in just the right places. You were so close, your body tightening in anticipation of another orgasm.

But just as you were about to tip over the edge again, Spencer paused, leaving you panting and desperate. He slid a finger into your wetness, and you could feel him smiling against your skin as he found your g-spot with ease. The addition of his fingers sent a new wave of pleasure crashing through you, making your legs quiver.

As his tongue danced over your clit, his fingers began to move inside you in a rhythm that was both torturous and heavenly. He knew exactly how to hit that spot, his movements measured and precise, as if he had studied your body's every response. You moaned, your body begging for more as he continued to explore you with his mouth.

Spencer's mouth grew more urgent, his tongue lapping and sucking on your clit messily. He was too desperate to care about the wet sounds he was making, too lost in the taste of you to be self-conscious. His teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, and you gasped, your nails digging into his scalp as you held him in place.

He could feel your orgasm building, the way your muscles tightened around his fingers. With one final, deliberate thrust, he pushed you over the edge, his tongue never leaving your clit as you came hard against his mouth.

As your body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, you felt a surge of energy rather than exhaustion. The orgasm had been so intense that it seemed to have recharged you. Without warning, you sprang up from the bed, a mischievous grin playing on your lips as you turned to face Spencer.

You reached behind your back and unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Spencer's eyes widened, his gaze drinking in the sight of your breasts. Your nipples harden in the cool air.

Standing before him, you began to strip Spencer of his clothes. Once down to his last article of clothing you knelt before Spencer, your eyes never leaving his as you gripped the waistband of his boxers. His eyes darkened with anticipation as you began to pull them down his legs, revealing his cock, which stood at full attention. Your heart raced as you took in the sight of him, the anticipation of what was to come making your own body respond in kind.

You reached out and gently touched his cock, feeling the heat and hardness of it. Spencer's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as you explored his length with curious fingers. The tip was wet with pre-cum, and you couldn't resist leaning in to taste him. Your tongue flicked out, a soft and tentative touch that made him jerk in surprise.

Encouraged, you took him fully into your mouth, his length stretching your lips wide. You could feel his hands tighten in your hair as you began to suck, your mouth moving in a steady rhythm. Spencer moaned, his hips forward to meet your eager mouth. You took him deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

You paused for a moment to adjust, then took him as far as you could, holding yourself there and swallowing around his tip. The sensation was overwhelming for Spencer, his eyes rolling back in his head. His hips bucked slightly, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, and you could feel his muscles tightening beneath your fingertips.

Finally, you pulled off of him, licking your lips to catch the last drops of his arousal. Looking him in the eye, you whispered, "Use me." It was a simple request, but it held a world of meaning. You wanted him to take control, to show you the full extent of his power over you.

Without hesitation, Spencer grabbed the hair at the back of your head and guided his cock back into your mouth. You moaned around him. He began to move his hips, fucking into your mouth with a gentle rhythm that grew more urgent with every passing stroke. His grip on your hair tightened.

Your eyes peered up at him, watering slightly from the effort to keep up with his pace. You could see the desire in his gaze, the way his pupils had blown wide with lust. It was a heady feeling, knowing you had this powerful, intelligent man at your mercy, reduced to a trembling mess by your touch.

But Spencer had other plans. He pulled out of your mouth with a soft groan, his hand still tangled in your hair. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice husky. "I want to feel you first."

With surprising strength, he offered you a hand and pulled you up from the floor. Your legs were shaky, but he held you steady. You climbed onto the bed, feeling the cool sheets beneath your knees. You positioned yourself on all fours, the soft mattress sinking slightly with your weight.

You dropped from your hands to your elbows, arching your back and sticking your ass up in the air. You couldn't help but wiggle your hips back and forth, a silent invitation to Spencer.

He moaned at the sight, his eyes glazed over with desire. He scrambled onto the bed behind you. His hand reached out to cup your ass cheeks, the heat of his palms searing into your skin.

Spencer spread your pussy lips apart with his thumbs, revealing the glistening wetness that leaked from your swollen entrance. His groan was low and guttural, a sound that sent a thrill of pleasure through your body. His thumbs traced slow circles around your opening, teasing your sensitive flesh.

With agonizing slowness, you felt the tip of his cock nudge against you. He pushed in gently, the head of his erection parting your folds. You gasped, your muscles clenching around the unyielding intrusion. Spencer waited, giving you a moment to adjust.

Inch by inch, he filled you up, his cock stretching you deliciously. You could feel every ridge and vein, his length sliding deep within you until you were fully impaled. He didn't move for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling of being so completely filled.

Then, once he felt you relax, Spencer set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against your ass. The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, the rhythmic slapping echoing off the walls.

You whimpered, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to process the sensation. It was intense, overwhelming, but you didn't want it to stop. Spencer's hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding you back onto him with each thrust.

The scent of sex and desire filled the room as he claimed you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with the wetness of your pussy. Each time he pushed into you, your nipples scraped against the soft cotton of the bed sheets. The friction was maddening, making your already sensitive breasts feel like they were on fire.

Spencer's hands moved to your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as he adjusted his angle. He threw his weight into each thrust, the force of his hips pushing you further into the bed with every movement.

Then he slid one hand down your body, his fingertips skimming over your stomach and pausing when they reached the apex of your thighs. He found your clit, swollen and sensitive from his earlier attention, and began to rub it in gentle circles.

The combination of his deep strokes and the pressure on your clit was too much. You felt yourself climbing again, the pleasure building to a crescendo. You began to moan, the sound muffled by the pillow you had buried your face in.

Spencer leaned over, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you like that?" he whispered. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" He grunts out.

You nodded, too lost in the haze of pleasure to form coherent words. His whispers grew more explicit, describing every little sensation he felt, every way your body was responding to his. "You're so tight, so wet for me," he continues. "Your pussy is squeezing my cock so tight."

With each thrust, he whispered about his desire for you, how long he had fantasized about this moment. "I've wanted to fuck you like this for so long," he groaned. "To feel you this way, to hear you like this." His words were like a drug, leaving you craving more.

"Remember when you were on my lap downstairs?" Spencer panted, his hips never slowing. "How badly I wanted to rip your panties off and bury my cock inside you?"

You moaned, his words painting a vivid picture in your mind. The thought of him wanting you that badly, of him fighting his urges while everyone else played the game, was an aphrodisiac.

As Spencer whispered about how he had imagined watching you bounce on his cock in the middle of the poker game, your orgasm crashed over you. You couldn't hold back the moan that tore from your throat as your pussy clenched around him, the muscles spasming with pleasure.

It was wet and messy, your juices coating his cock with each withdrawal, only to be pushed back in with a slick sound on his next thrust. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal, and the scent of sex grew stronger.

You felt your body tightening around him, your pussy pulsing with each stroke. Your orgasm was still fresh, but the relentless pace Spencer had set had you spiraling towards another peak. His breath was hot and ragged against your ear, his whispers of filthy confessions only fuelling the fire within you.

As Spencer spoke of his fantasies, his hand never ceased its torment of your clit. The pleasure grew unbearable, your body a live wire. Then, as if on cue, another orgasm washes over you, making your legs shake uncontrollably. You cry out, your voice a high-pitched whine.

His thrusts grew erratic, his own need for release becoming apparent. You felt your pussy flutter around his cock, the walls tightening and releasing in time with your racing heartbeat. It was this feeling, the tightness and the warmth of you, that pushed Spencer over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep inside you as he could go. You felt his cock twitching, and then the warm flood of his cum filled your pussy. He groaned your name, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into you, his orgasm intense and uncontrollable. The sensation was intoxicating.

Panting, you both collapsed onto the bed, your bodies entangled in a mess of limbs. You clung to him, your chest rising and falling in time with his, your breaths mingling in the quiet room. Spencer's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if afraid to let go. You felt his heart racing beneath your cheek. You were both thoroughly exhausted, the passionate frenzy leaving you drained yet content.

After a moment, you lifted your head and met his gaze. His eyes searched yours, seeking reassurance, a silent question hanging in the air. You offered a soft smile, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. The tension dissipated, replaced by a gentle warmth.

As your breathing evened out, you leaned in to capture his mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. The taste of yourself still lingered on his lips. Spencer's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.

Your hands roamed his body, tracing the contours of his chest and shoulders, the feel of his skin smooth and warm beneath your fingertips. He mirrored your movements, his touch gentle and exploratory, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

Spencer's lips trailed down your neck, peppering kisses that sent shivers down your spine. You nuzzled closer to him, your breathing slowing as the weight of sleep began to claim you. "With how loud we were, we're definitely sneaking out before the others wake up, right?" you whispered against his skin.

He chuckled, the vibration running through you. "Right," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. You could feel his smile against your shoulder. His hand traced lazy circles on your back, the gentle pressure lulling you closer to slumber.

[neroushalvaus]

Okay I am going to use the Somerton situation to talk about something that is very important to me. Following the discussion I have seen former Somerton fans being disappointed in themselves and questioning how they can ever trust another video essayist again. I have also seen some people being smug because to them Somerton was obviously unreliable from the start. As a person who also saw the "red flags" in Somerton, I would like to skip the smugness and talk a bit about what the red flags were to me.

Someone else has probably posted something similar and Hbomberguy's & Todd in the Shadows's videos touched a few of these points, but they didn't focus on them or how to spot these things. I think it is a good thing: I think it would have reinforced the idea that Somerton's fans were to blame for being lied to, and these youtubers didn't want to pin any blame on the fans. Also, some of the things I'm going to talk about were not by any means proof of him being unreliable, they were common tropes I personally associate with people who are bullshitting on internet. Think of it as something like spotting terfs: If you consider following a tumblr user and find out they have at some point posted "males will always be a danger to females no matter what they say", it is very possible that they are not a terf. Maybe they were having a bad day and were just wording their post badly – But you should probably search "trans" from their blog before following them, just to be sure.

So, the tropes in James Somerton's content that I consider red flags:

Lack of sources. This one may seem obvious and Hbomb talked about this in his video, but the lack of sources in his videos was outrageous. Video essays are called essays for a reason, they are not supposed to be just a guy talking about whatever comes to his mind, they should be well researched essays. Obviously video essays should contain one's own thoughts and interpretations and those do not need citations. But James Somerton didn't come out of the womb knowing everything about LGBT history, Disney and film theory, if he actually knew something about all this stuff, he should have learnt it from somewhere. There should be sources he could point to. It is very common that even when a video essayist doesn't tell you where they got all their information, they open their video by saying stuff like "when I prepared for this video I read the book Also sprach Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche and this one thrilling blog post about lesbian cruising in 1960s Sweden". From what I've seen, James does not really do this. From watching his videos you could arrive to the conclusion that James Somerton does not read any books, he just knows everything. There are situations where people don't feel the need to add sources, like when the information is considered common knowledge or when the topic relates heavily to the essayist's actual academic field or profession. This is okay and very understandable, but can sometimes be dangerous, since if the video essayist markets himself as a marketing specialist, people are more likely to take his word for stuff that has to do with marketing, even without sources. It is understandable that in many situations an essayist may think "why should I cite a source? I know this thing!", but doing your research well is partly about checking if the information you are certain of is actually true. Also, as Hbomb pointed out, if you can cite a source, your audience can go learn more about the subject. It's not about anyone doubting you know your stuff, it's about learning. That's why well-respected video essayists usually cite their sources very clearly.

Lack of pictures and screenshots. This is about different kinds of sources again, many things on this list are kind of about sources. An example: When James Somerton made a video about JKR, he mentioned something about Rowling at one time saying that trans students in 30-50Feralhogs (or whatever the wizard school is called) could use magic to present as their gender. If this was any other video essayist, you'd expect a tweet to pop up, or something else confirming Rowling ever said this. Nothing pops up, obviously because Rowling didn't say this, but you can't see anything fishy in that because things rarely pop up in Somerton's videos. He doesn't show you court documents when speaking about a court case, he doesn't show you the comments apparently mad at him for implying the gay anime is gay when he is complaining about people being mad at him. There is a reason people show screenshots and tweets in video essays. When a good video essayist says JK Rowling has tweeted that all people who menstruate should be referred to as women, the video essayist shows the tweet so people know they are not making it up. If there were hoards of annoying bitc-- I mean, angry white women whining about gay sex in HuffPost articles or Somerton's youtube comments, he should have no trouble showing you those. Remember that you should not trust someone just because they show you pictures or screenshots. Pictures can be photoshopped, screenshots can be doctored. Many youtubers are aware that you listen to their videos while cleaning or while walking your dog and don't actually see the screen all the time, and some may take advantage of that by saying something like "and here she threatened to kill me" while showing a text message where someone said "die mad about it". A screenshot alone isn't much but you should demand to see the screenshot.

Passive voice. I am once again bitching about this. Somerton repeatedly says things like "it's been said that" or "it was common knowledge that" or "a legend says that" or "according to most interpretations". He doesn't say who says it, making it very hard to fact check and that seems to be his goal in some cases.

Relying heavily on anecdotes. Writing a dense, analytical video about film theory or history can be exhausting and you may want to pepper in little fun facts. However Somerton seemed to rely on these heavily; he can't just talk about how he has totally bought every lie told by The Pink Swastika, he also needs to tell a cute little anecdote about SS men forcing sexual favours out of men. He can't just tell a story about a court case, he needs to add in ridiculous stuff about the jury booing. This is what I mean by not all the things on this list being necessarily proof of someone being unreliable. Many people use anecdotes and little stories in their storytelling, it makes the videos flow better and it's hard to decide which anecdotes are valid and which are not. A source obviously makes an anecdote a bit more believable, but here are some things that instantly make me fact check an anecdote:

It's a bit too convenient, poetic or ironic. Sometimes real life is weirder than fiction but if an anecdote is "perfect" and has an amazing punchline and you could write twelve poems about it, there is a possibility it was invented by pop science books.

It assumes your political enemies are stupid. Dunking on conservatives, MRAs and transphobes is always fun and after you've seen a lot of this kind of content it's easy to believe anything about these people. You must resist the impulse to believe everything that may make your opponents look stupid.

The person telling the anecdote implies it is an example of a larger, systemic problem. You know what's worse than taking a random happenstance from human history or internet and basing an entire political theory on it? The said random happenstance being made up. You should in general be wary of people telling one story and explaining why it's an example of everything that's wrong in the world. We live in a huge world. You can always find a white woman who loves cute gays but hates the idea of Nick Heartstopper and Charlie Heartstopper getting nasty but that doesn't mean it's an indicator of a larger issue.

Simplifying complex issues. We all know that "only the boring gays survived the AIDS crisis, and that's why gays started to only care about marriage equality and military" is a horrible, insensitive thing to say, but you also have to think about it for like two seconds to realize that it can't be correct. It kind of reminds me of the "roe v wade caused the crime drop of 1990s" claim in Freakonomics. It sounds logical and simple, like a basic math calculation. Societal issues rarely are like that, though. You should never believe anyone who tells you about a huge societal shift and says it happened because of one thing and one thing only.

These were some of the things I noticed in Somerton's content that caused me to distrust him. I hope these were helpful to you and feel free to add your own "red flags" if you feel like it!

[piggycyberwarrior]

How the Arcane Characters would react to a smart!s/o

a/n: hey guys so yeah.. i am backkk. love you all and pls request or talk to me if you want <3 don't be shy!!

Contains: Viktor, Vi, Ekko, Silco, Jinx

Disclaimer: Okay so i know people can be smart without reading books- but reading online articles or there are different reasons BUT there is no "world wide web" in the Arcane Universe. That is why the reader's a massive bookworm-kinda-smart person (?)

warnings: itsy bitsy teenie tiny mention of mature themes (turn on; feral) but NO further description; mentions of kissing (?), goofy Jinx (like what did you expect T-T) not proof read

let me know if i missed any warnings!!

Viktor

LOVES IT

like really he would be so thrilled to have a smart partner

would constantely go to the library with you- buying old science books or books about stuff that you like to read.

^ he never lets you buy them tho <3

Asks you when there are some issues with his work.. like this is such an honour (my bby has some issues when it comes to asking for help)

Viktor would always and I mean ALWAYS compliment you

-"look at my smart darling"

He just feels understood and so comfortable with you as you are on the same wavelenght as him

Loves to hear you ramble to him about the most random things at night, during walks, breakfast, in the morning, just simply at anytime

peppers your whole face with kisses while you ramble to him in the morning- loves to make you laugh, giggle or chuckle

Also adores it to have deep conversations with you

He just loves you<3

Vi

it would turn her on so much to be honest

like its so attractive (fr guys)

she would listen to you all the time, rambling and or reading to her- even tho she doesn't understand shit sometimes

loves it when you put her in her place when she did something stupid

also loves that you are a walking wikipedia

"Cupcake, what do you mean the dot over the "i" has a name??"

- " yeah its called the tittle or superscript dot- not only the dot over the i but also the dot on top of the j"

"WhAt?"

would constantely brag about you to EVERYONE like its almost embarrassing stopp vi please

used to steal you books from Piltover (still does it to be honest)

sometimes asks you if that one random fact she heard was true

loves to kiss you after you answered her question- as a price for being this smart <3

Ekko

lmao i don't know why but Ekko is such a sucker for intelligent/smart people

like dis man would be on his KNEES for you.

he would be always crafting stuff with you, always making sure you've got a new book in your hand, always kissing the ground you walk on

he wastes no time getting you anything that you need for your studies, crafts or freetime.

Has no shame- will show you off to EVERYBODY ON THIS GOD DAMN PLANET (like Vi)- especially to his teammates tho

loves loves LOVES to spend time with you and teach him the things you know or learned

"So the Midas effect is about people becoming more generous after a simple touch?" "Exactely, but the effect isn't scientifically proven- its just an assumption." "I see.."

also loves your fascination for knowledge

I'm sorry but he would go absolutely feral when he sees you teaching stuff to the small kids in the HQ.

it would make him so happy ngl

He would kiss you after that everytime- praising you that you're so smart

Silco

he would think it's so hot

Lets you read or craft in his office so he can watch you

^ it calms him

i don't think he would brag about you but he would be so proud of you neverthless

tells you that too

isn't stupid himself so he sometimes reads the books you enjoyed reading- he does that because he wants to know what you're talking about- never admits that tho

"What are you reading, handsome?- "Oh.. History of the World- it's quite interesting" you looked at him dumbfounded but quickly smiled "It really is interesting- the text structur is just beautiful!" you happily cheered

he loves it when you ramble to him at night- him laying on your chest and softly carding your fingers through his hair i love this man

just stares at you with that unreadable hot gaze of his when you start mumbling to yourself about some equations.

doesnt look all that dazed but on the inside he is GONE!!

he is so in love

grabs your chin and turns it to his face- pressing your lips onto his. Loves how you squeal- suprised that he interrupted your train of thought

Jinx

she adores it SO MUCH

constantely wants you to talk to her like she sits there- criscrossed, head resting in her palms- listening as if she has nothing else to do.

always wants you to tell her anything that you learned

^ she deadass throws a tantrum if you don't

only really listens to you- thinks you are always right

just like her sister- you have to keep her from doing stupid stuff

^ you cannot tell me she wouldn't do anything stupid lmao

decorates your book covers and doesnt know why you're so stressed everytime she does it (like thats a no-no , darling pls)

like thats so weird and all but she loves to read Picture books while you read Aristotle- just to feel the vibe

"How is your book?" you asked her with a raised eybrow while flipping to the next page- hearing her hum as she was reading that picture book. "Oh it's great, pudding- the ducks finally found their home!!"- "Really, that's good to hear" you chuckled softly

gives you suprise kiss-attacks when you're absorbed in your work

brags to sevika how smart her s/o is but gets jealous when others tell you that you're smart like gurl?

please do reblog, sweetheart <3

[camilledlc]

I think Wade Wilson is way more intelligent than people give him credit for. Or, another character essay no one asked for :

This will be based both on comics and movies. Also, spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine.

I think it's often said that Wade doesn't know how to read situations, as he often acts inappropriately during them. He doesn't seem to sense the mood of the person he's talking to, angering them more often than not, and he doesn't really care about watching his mouth around children, etc. There are tons of examples of Wade being 'stupid', and 'immature', blah blah blah. But I don't think that's quite true.

Wade has also numerous moments where he perfectly reads a situation. He is extremely aware of how others may perceive his scars, he figured Negasonic Teenage Warhead pretty easily during the first movie (when talking about sarcastic comments or whatever, if I remember correctly). He knows how people act and think, and he definitely knows how to assess a situation. When he got Johnny Storm killed, he knew what he was doing. He was into a dangerous situations, just having been kidnapped and he couldn't fight, not even knowing how strong and what powers Cassandra Nova had. But by turning her against Johnny, not only was he able to assess her, but also prove that he wasn't here to cause her trouble. It was a cruel and ruthless action, but it was smart nonetheless.

Besides, people often forgets very important facts about his skills. Wade is an extremely good fighter, and that's partially due to the fact that he's a master at almost every martial arts. He knows a bunch of them, and he is capable of practicing them with impeccable form. He's also a master at espionage, infiltrations, cover missions, etc. He knows how to handle a lot of different weapons, and he is canonically one of the best fighters in the entire Marvel Universe. All of those skills require a certain level of intelligence. Fighting demands to remember the different styles and techniques, as well as enough practice to switch between them easily. Espionage, infiltration, and cover missions demand someone who is capable of discretion and and ability to judge a situation, notice details that no one else would and invent on the spot creative ways to do things. All in all, he has to be extremely smart to be able to do all of that. That's also without counting the fact that he knows how to speak fluently five different languages.

With all of these proofs, it's impossible to say that Wade is dumb. But why does he acts like it?

There is no official answer as to why Wade is this way. The most you can get is that he is extremely mentally unstable. This is the result of both a bad childhood and very traumatizing experiences as a superhero. It is said he was already mentally unstable during his childhood, so I'm inclined to believe that it also has something to do with his brain in general.

What I personally believe is that Wade is someone who gets bored extremely easily. He has ADHD (not really official in the movies, but canon in the comics), and he always seems to jump from one topic to the other. His mind is often considered a mess, and he himself sometimes has trouble keeping up with it. I think that someone like him has to be stimulated at all times, because boredom is definitely the worst thing that could happen to him. Even in the last movie, he seemed to hate his job because of how boring it was, not hesitating to go back into action and becoming more and more himself again as he just do exciting things. He has always been like this, even before he got his regenerating factor. When he did his job, he wasn't always careful and often loud-mouthed. It didn't interest him to just kill people, he wanted a fight. He wanted a back and forth, a sort of game. He needs to feel in danger, needs the thrill of it.

But then he gets his mutation. Suddenly, he can't die, he can't be seriously hurt, nothing has any real consequences. And so the games became boring. What is the point of putting himself in dangerous situations if he's never really in danger? How boring it is to do a job where you're perfectly safe? The only kind of thrill he can find anymore is by having the back and forth verbally. That's when it has consequences, and people actually able to surprise him, to beat him even. Attacking by talking his is one way to not feel bored. He surprises, he shocks, he annoys, but it's always different. Even during the last movie, when he was with Logan, he clearly said they didn't need to fight, yet he couldn't stop edging him verbally, always finding ways to push his buttons.

Wade is a very bored person, with a great understanding of where the limits are. And because he's so good at finding the limits, he's even better at crossing them willingly, sometimes at the expanse of the people he loves, because he can't be bored.

(I also like the interpretation of him just needing to be at the centre of attention, but I think it's a bit more classical and has already been done and re-done. So, this one is a bit trickier and way funnier for me.)

[authorhjk1]

Hi writer-nim, I'm no detective, but since checking out and enjoying your colour series I'll take a wild guess though I may be wrong lol but the one with the * has to somewhat be RV related since the first two stories about it are connected but the secret lies in the characters mentioned during the first one with Irene and since Seulgi showed up in the second one I guess the remaining members would show up then (I hope) but since Yeri was already written in black I hope you could make another one of her in this? She looked amazing here I guess this counts as purple even though she has a white dress inside lol but the outfit sure is tempting since it looks so easy to rip off everything from her, I mean who doesn't want to see maknae tiddies being cared for while bouncing up and down all over your face. But its ok if you can't make one more of her, however you can make this for a future piece if you feel like it. Have a nice day.

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Purple

(Kim Yeri X Male Reader)

You take your tie out of Yeri's hand. The bottom part is already soaked. Looking down on her, you see her phone in the other hand. A picture of you is on the screen.

"Are you going to punish me?"

Yeri's mischievous grin awakens something dark within you. Punishing her is something you've always wanted to do. To wipe that satisfied smile off her face, by totally ruining her body.

"Or are you gonna rat me out to Irene unnie?"

But then again, that's exactly what Yeri wants. And you don't want to give in so easily. Her cheeks are still showing a hint of red, after you've just caught her in the act. Of course you knew what was going on inside her room, when you saw her thong dangle on her doorknob.

"Do you think Irene would like it, if I told her you touch yourself to a picture of me?"

You hold up your tie.

"And use this as well?"

"You don't have any proof."

Her victorious, teasing smile makes a fire burn inside of you. She manages to piss you off and turn you on at the same time. After Seulgi, Joy and Wendy all slept with you, you expected Yeri to eventually follow in their footsteps. You just didn't expect she would actually touch herself, thinking about you. It turns you on more, thinking about how often she could've already done this.

"So what? You want to pretend to be a bad girl?"

Yeri stands up, the top of her head barely reaching your chin.

"I am a bad girl. And what do bad girls like I get.... daddy?"

She whispered that last word. And she watches you with amusement in her eyes as she waits for a reaction.

Just like the other three, Yeri doesn't know that Irene is allowing you to sleep with them. She really wants to be a bad girl. To seduce someone else's boyfriend. Even if it's Irene. The thrill of finally getting what she wants rushes through her veins.

"No."

Yeri's face falls, when she hears your rejection. She expected you to kiss her, or to grab her by her throat and and tell her how bad she really is, or run to Irene and tell her about this. She didn't expect a cold rejection.

"But-"

Before she can finish her complaint, you grab her shoulders and turn her around. You push her onto the bed and Yeri hits the mattress she was sitting on just now. With her face buried in her sheets, you straddle her legs and place your hands on her ass.

"You're not a bad girl, Yeri."

Using your tie, you first put both her hands on her back, before tying her wrists together.

"You're just a pathetic brat."

You hear a muffled moan at your words. Seems like you hit a nerve.

"I will punish you. And then, I'm gonna make sure you won't act up again. Understood?"

Yeri slightly lifts her head to give you a nod. When you reach for the purple fabric, you lick your lips. Time to claim the last Red Velvet member. You can't believe you're actually getting to fuck all of them. With new found strength, you rip Yeri's dress off her body. Another moan into the sheets follows a surprised gasp.

You expose her ass by tearing the purple dress open further and bunching up the white one around her waist. Her white cheeks instinctively make you deliver a hard slap. You don't even take your time to properly admire her body.

Moan after moan leaves Yeri's mouth as you strike her again and again. Within a matter of minutes both her cheeks show a fiery red. Her moans start to turn into sobs.

"Do you want me to keep punishing you?"

You slowly place a hand on her right cheek, which makes her flinch, before you slowly let it travel inside the gap between her thighs.

"Or do you want me to use you?"

You don't give her another option. Yeri's doesn't deserve just sex. The way she acts makes it clear that the only way she is useful is by being used.

"D-Daddy,"

Her voice is still shaking a little. Especially when you let your fingertips graze her wet labia. Her breath hitches.

"P-Please use me. I promise I'll be a good toy."

You squint your eyes in suspicion. It seems like you managed to turn her around faster than you expected. Or she is just putting up an act.

"Turn around, little brat."

Your mocking tone makes Yeri listen and she quickly does what you tell her. She is now lying on her back and you can see her face now. A mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. As if this is what she expected, but she didn't think you would go this far? You don't really care at this point. You only care about that cute pussy underneath her purple dress. Since it's almost completely see through, you can already see it. And because you ripped open her dress earlier, you can now just push the useless fabric to the side, revealing her pink lips.

Usually, you would've leaned down and started to eat her out. And she does look delicious, no doubt about it. But you want to make a point. That you are the one who controls her and not the other way around.

You gather some of your saliva in your mouth, before you spit onto her pussy. Yeri gasps at your lewd, almost rude, actions and you push yourself inside of her.

Soon, she is a mewling mess. Her loud cries echo through the dorm, which Irene is probably able to hear. By now, you've basically folded her in half, her ankles to her ears and your face close to hers as you drive yourself into her depths again and again.

"D-Daddy! I-I-I'm-"

Your powerful thrusts and her incoming orgasm makes her tongue and mouth useless. Her brain can't comprehend what's going for a second, before the climax rushes through her. Her body shakes underneath you, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

You grab a fistful of her hair, once she is finished. You manage to stay inside of her as you lie down on the bed yourself and make Yeri straddle you.

"Alright, little brat. Ride me and make me cum. Or I will only punish you from now on. Without the sex."

Yeri's eyes grow wide with fear and a moment later, she starts bouncing on your cock. Her hands hold onto your chest, her eyes are closed as she takes as much of you as she can. She still feels to well dressed for your taste. You reach upwards and grab the purple fabric once more. Yeri watches with big eyes as you tear her dress open again, right above her chest. You only need to pull at the white one a little bit and suddenly, Yeri's tits bounce freely to the rhythm of her riding. You use both hands to play with her soft flesh, enjoying her slick pussy around your cock and her mounds in your hands. When you start to play with her nipples a little more, Yeri throws her head back in pleasure, letting out louder moans.

"You have some nice tits, little brat."

Girls like Yeri always pretend to be bad girls, but they usually love to get praised. You feel it working when Yeri picks up the pace. Pulling her upper body a little more towards you, you capture on of her nipples with your mouth. You greedily suck on both of them individually, switching at random intervals.

Yeri is a moaning mess on top of you. Her hands, which are still tied together, are pressing onto your chest for support as she loses herself in the world of pleasure. Just like you. Your hands have travelled from her tits to her sore ass cheeks. Your mouth still licking and biting her soft skin. You start to pull her onto your cock with more force.

"Fuck, you really are a bad girl."

You say between licks as you feel her pussy squeezing and massaging your cock.

Yeri moans louder and you give her a couple of more spanks, which make her shake.

But you stop after a couple, because your own orgasm overwhelms you. You hold her in place as you thrust upwards, cuming deep inside her cunt. Yeri moans and whines, feeling your cum fill her insides.

[nahoney22]

Oooo, I'm excited for your celebration!!! Congratulations!

Clone: Commander Wolffe

List: NSFW 🔞

Prompts: D17 with S20

Proof of age: I saw Jedi in the theater when it released in 1983. The Rancor will always be my fave creature in the SW universe.

Congrats again! Can't wait to see what you come up with!!

@dreamie411

Make Up Your Mind*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Commander Wolffe X Female!Reader

word count: 3k

Prompts:

• “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget that other guys name.”

• “Stars, you're so much better than the last person I was with."

When Wolffe finally had enough of letting you slip into hands that weren’t his own, he makes sure to remind you who you really belong to.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, explicit sexual content and language, mutual pining, minor alcohol consumption, flirting, reader is implied to have done hook-ups before, rough kissing, nudity, fingering, vaginal sex, dom!Wolffe, creampie, confessions of feelings, friends to lovers, tender aftercare.

Authors Note: Sorry for the wait @dreamie411, hope this is okay. 🩵

As you stand behind the bar at 79’s, wiping down the surface, you hear a gravelly voice that you recognise all too well. One would assume it was any of the Clones, but there was something different about the Commander that you just could tell the difference with.

You glance up, locking eyes with the man who has spent far too much time lingering around this bar, and a smirk tugs at your lips. Commander Wolffe is eyeing you with the same intensity he always does, though there’s something unmistakably different in the way he’s watching you now.

“What did you get up to last night?” he asks, voice low but edged with curiosity—or maybe something more.

You raise an eyebrow, already knowing that he’s fully aware of what you were up to. After all, he’d spent the better part of the night silently fuming as you entertained the advances of a flirtatious patron, someone who might’ve turned into a one-night fling if the mood had struck you. You’ve always been casual about these things—no strings attached, just a bit of fun. But judging by Wolffe’s barely-concealed irritation, it’s clear he wasn’t thrilled watching you entertain someone else.

“Just this… and that,” you answer with a cheeky grin, moving away briefly to serve a trooper from the 212th. When you return, Wolffe is still leaning against the bar, his eyes following your every move. You tilt your head, feigning nonchalance. “Why do you ask?”

He swirls the ice in his empty glass, the tension in his shoulders visible even in the dim strobe lights. “Can’t a man be curious?”

Your gaze sharpens with mischief. “Depends. Not many men are curious about my sex life unless it’s for a reason.”

His jaw clenches ever so slightly, and you relish the way your words get under his skin. There’s a charge in the air between you, a tension that neither of you has been willing to break. “Care for a refill?” you ask, the words slipping out smoothly.

Before he can respond, you reach for his glass, brushing your fingers against his just long enough to feel the warmth of his skin. It’s a fleeting touch, but it sends a ripple through you that’s hard to ignore.

Admitted, you have thought about the idea of being with Wolffe before—how could you not? He’s rugged, disciplined, and there’s an undeniable magnetism in his reserved demeanor. And utterly sexy.

Yet, despite his clear jealousy, he’s never made a move. Maybe it’s the restraint that comes with his rank or the weight of his responsibilities, but it leaves you wondering if it’s just that what holds him back.

You pour him his usual drink, sliding it back across the bar before he can even reach for his credits. As he starts to pay, you place your hand over his, stopping him. “It’s on me, Commander,” you say with a wink.

Wolffe’s voice drops a notch, almost a murmur. “I want to give you something. You deserve it.”

You hum softly, leaning closer across the bar, teasing him with a slow, deliberate gaze that traces from his furrowed brow down to the scar that cuts across his eye, finally resting on his tense, but oh-so-inviting lips. “And what do you think I deserve, hmm?” Your voice is a playful whisper, laced with just enough suggestion to make him falter.

For a brief moment, it’s as if time stops. Wolffe’s attention is locked entirely on your lips, on the way your breath gently fans against his face. The lights of the club dance across your features, casting you in a soft, almost hypnotic glow.

He’s caught, just for a second, torn between giving in to whatever’s been simmering between you two and holding himself back. But as much as he wants to close that distance, something pulls him away.

He takes his drink, your fingers slipping away from his as he steps back, eyes soft with something left unspoken. You watch him walk away, a sigh slipping from your lips.

When 79’s finally closes for the night, the hum of laughter and music fades into silence as you finish tidying up. The bar is empty, save for the clinking of glasses you swiped from tables and the faint buzz of neon lights overhead. You wave goodnight to the other workers as they exit through the back door, their voices echoing faintly down the corridor. With a tired but satisfied sigh, you begin locking up for the night, turning toward the entrance when you feel the unmistakable weight of someone’s gaze.

A knowing smirk pulls at your lips. You don’t need to turn around to recognise who it is. “We’re closed, you know,” you call out, your voice playful.

But when you finally do turn, you find Wolffe leaning against the bar, his back to you, shoulders tense. He doesn’t move at first, the muscles in his back taut under his armor as he collects his thoughts. Something about his posture is different tonight—more guarded, more intense. You step closer, curiosity mingling. “What is it, Commander?” you ask as you lean against the counter beside him.

He straightens up slightly, turning his head just enough for you to catch the edge of his stormy gaze. “I need to talk to you.”

There’s no hint of teasing in his tone, and the seriousness in his eyes causes your flirty retort to falter. You’ve never seen him this conflicted, this on edge and your smirk fades. “What’s going on?” you ask softly, cautious.

For a moment, he just stares at you, a battle clearly raging behind those eyes. And then, with a voice rougher than you’ve ever heard, he speaks. “You drive me mad, you know that?” frustration lacing every word. “Watching you, knowing you’re letting others close when all I can think about is how badly I want you. How I’ve wanted you for longer than I care to admit.”

Your breath catches, pulse quickening at the raw intensity of his confession. Wolffe steps closer, closing the distance between you in one stride, his eyes locking onto yours with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. “I’m done holding back,” he says, voice dark and laced with that possessiveness you’ve always suspected simmered beneath. “You want to know what I’ve been thinking about? About having you, in every way. About making sure you never forget it’s me you should belong to.”

The heat in his words draws something deep and electric from within you. “Wolffe…” you whisper, but it’s lost as he crowds you against the bar, his body radiating a warmth that sends your senses into overdrive. The look in his eyes is almost feral, desire mixed with a longing that makes your head spin.

His lips are on yours in an instant, rough and claiming, as though he’s been holding back for too long and can’t bear it any longer. You respond in kind, meeting his intensity, hands grasping at his armor as he presses you into the counter. The kiss is a clash of need and frustration, every pent-up emotion pouring into the way his mouth moves against yours. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, begging for entry which you allow, your fingers tugging in his textured hair as his tongue dominates your own.

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard, your lips swollen from the fervour of it. “I’ll give you everything,” he whispers on your lips, voice a low rumble that reverberates through your chest.

There’s no hesitation in you now. You’ve wanted this just as much as he has, and the fact that he’s finally lost control is exhilarating. “Then show me, Commander,” you challenge.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. In a blur, he lifts you onto the bar, hands sliding possessively over your hips as he steps between your legs. The kiss that follows is deeper, more desperate, fueled by weeks—maybe months—of tension. His hands grip your waist with enough strength to leave marks, as if he’s afraid you might slip away if he lets go.

Wolffe’s lips leave a trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he moans, “You’re mine tonight. No one else. Just me.”

Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, drawing him closer and with a swift, practiced motion, he begins unbuckling his armour, peeling it off piece by piece while his gaze stays fixed on yours, dark with intent. There’s no room for hesitation, only pure, unfiltered desire.

You barely have time to catch your breath before his hands are on you again, yanking your workshirt over your head, fingers deftly working at your waistband before he slides your pants down and panties. The tension is almost unbearable as his calloused hands slide up your thighs, parting them with authority. His lips land on yours again, hungrier than before, biting gently on your lip as he frees himself from the confines of his uniform. When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless, the air thick with want.

“Been thinking about this for a long time,” he mutters, voice low as his fingers slowly dip between your folds after getting your consent, finding you already slick with need. “You’re dripping for me already. You really want this, don’t you?”

You can’t help but moan softly as his fingers tease you, brushing over your clit before plunging inside. “I’ve wanted this as much as you have,” you manage to gasp, leaning back on your hands for support as his fingers begin to pump into you with a steady, ruthless rhythm.

“Good,” he groans, leaning in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Because you’re about to get exactly what you’ve been craving.” His thumb presses against your clit in tight circles as his fingers curl just right, hitting that spot that makes you shudder and arch against him.

You bite your lip, stifling the cry that threatens to spill out as your hips rock into his touch. The intensity of his gaze, the way he watches your every reaction—it’s overwhelming. “How’s that feel?” he taunts, voice thick with a mix of pride and lust. “Am I as good as you imagined?”

A wicked grin spreads across your face as you look down at him, voice dripping with teasing satisfaction. “Stars, you’re so much better than the last person I was with.”

That earns a deep, possessive moan from him, and his pace quickens, fingers plunging deeper, harder. “You think I’m going to let you go to anyone else after this? Not a chance,” he hisses, clearly spurred on by your words. “I’m going to make sure I’m the only one you think about from now on.” His gaze is locked on your cunt as his fingers curl inside you

Your response is lost in a choked gasp as he withdraws his fingers suddenly, leaving you momentarily empty. You whine at him for stopping but your words are caught in your mouth as you watch him pull his cock free, only for him to then line himself up against you. At first he teases your sentence pearl with his aching tip, feeling you shudder against him. Then, with one fluid thrust, he buries himself inside you, filling you completely.

The stretch is intense, and you can’t help the cry that escapes your lips. He feels perfect—thick and unyielding, just what you’ve been aching for. He groans, hips stuttering as he buries his face into your neck. Then he pulls back and cups your jaw with his hand, making sure every word he’s about to say sinks in; “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget that other guy’s name.”

The need between you both is primal, each thrust deep and purposeful as he claims you in the way he’s been fantasising about for far too long. His hands grip your hips with bruising force as he drives into you, the wet sound of your bodies moving together mingling with the breathless moans that spill from your lips.

“Tell me how good it is,” he commands, voice rough as his pace picks up, your legs tightening around him. “Tell me how much you like the way I fuck you.”

You don’t hold back, your voice a breathy moan. “It’s so good, Wolffe. So much better than anyone else. You’re the only one who can give it to me like this.”

That spurs him on, his movements becoming almost punishing as he growls your name, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re mine tonight,” he breathes against your neck, the words possessive yet laced with something deeper. “No one else is ever going to touch you like this again.”

Your body tightens around him, every ridge of his cock brushing against your walls. Pleasure builds within you until it’s impossible to hold back any longer. “Fuck,” he groans, head tipping back briefly before his eyes lock onto yours again. “You feel incredible.”

When your release finally crashes over you, it’s intense, your vision going white as your muscles clench around him, drawing a guttural moan from his throat. He doesn’t let up, riding you through your orgasm, praising you, until he’s right there with you, thrusts growing erratic until he spills into you with a deep groan, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to catch his breath.

For a moment, the only sounds are the heavy breathing and the faint hum of the bar’s lights. Wolffe’s hands remain firm on your hips, almost as if he’s still afraid to let go. When he finally pulls back, there’s a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.

Before you can ask, Wolffe’s hands gently cup your face, his thumbs brushing tenderly along your cheeks. There’s a softness in his gaze now, something you’ve never seen before. His fierce determination melts away, replaced by something far more vulnerable.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion. His thumbs continue to trace delicate patterns on your skin as if memorising every contour of your face. “I’ve watched you for so long; how you smile, how you laugh. How you take care of people, even when you think no one notices. You’re not just beautiful—you’re kind, too. And it drives me crazy because you deserve more than just a quick fling. You deserve someone who sees you for all that you are.”

His words hit you harder than any of the passion you’ve shared so far. Your heart stutters at the sincerity in his voice, the way his eyes soften as he holds your gaze. For a moment, the world outside fades, leaving only the two of you in this small, quiet moment. You’ve seen Wolffe as a soldier, a leader, but now, you see him as a man—a man who’s been holding back something real, something deep.

“Wolffe,” you breathe out, touched by his unexpected confession. “I—”

He doesn’t let you finish, leaning in to kiss you with a gentleness that contrasts the rough desire you shared moments before. The kiss is slow, unhurried, a silent acknowledgment of what’s blooming between you. His lips move against yours with reverence, taking his time as if savoring each moment.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, breath mingling with yours in the stillness. “You’re not just someone I want in passing,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you for more than just tonight.”

Your chest tightens with warmth, a rare vulnerability breaking through your usual confidence. You reach up, running your fingers through his hair, grounding him in this moment. “I’ve wanted you too, more than you know. Not just for what we have now, but for what we could be.”

He studies your face for a moment, as if committing your every feature to memory, then smiles—a small, genuine curve of his lips. “I’m done hiding how I feel,” he says quietly. “You’re mine, but I’ll also be yours, in every way that matters.”

With that, he kisses you again, this time with a perfect balance of passion and tenderness, his need still evident but tempered by something deeper, more meaningful.

It’s not long until a second round of passion ensues, this time him stripping himself completely bare as he lifts you and moves you towards one of the booths for a more comfier setting. He lays you down, crawling over the top of you as his erection firms and pushes into you once again.

“Tell me how it feels,” he moans softly in your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

You can’t help but smile, the words slipping out between moans. “Beautiful… perfect. Nobody has ever made me feel this way.” You whimper, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your already dampened and filled pussy stirring your crazy.

That longing glint returns to his eyes, but this time, it’s mixed with the affection he just bared to you. “Good,” he murmurs, his pace picking up slightly, his hands never leaving your skin. “Because I’m going to make damn sure you never want anyone else.”

The rhythm between you builds again, the intensity returning as his movements grow more insistent, more determined to claim you in every way possible. But there’s a new layer to it now.

His touch was something deeper, more profound, and it’s shown in the way his lips brush against your skin, the way his hands hold you like you’re something precious. Like a porcelain doll.

As you both approach that edge again, the tension coils tight, your bodies perfectly in sync. The pleasure mounts higher and higher until it crests, a shared release that leaves you both trembling and breathless. You collapse into him, clinging to his shoulders as he holds you steady, his own breath coming out in ragged pants. “Mesh’la,” he breathes, kissing your forehead gently.

For a while, neither of you move, caught in the afterglow. But then, Wolffe gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I want you,” he says again, “No games, no hiding. I want us—for real, whatever it takes.”

You smile, reaching up to cup his face, thumb brushing over the scar near his eye. “Then we’ll make it real. But… What about your status? You’ll be reprimanded.”

“Status be damned,” he growls at the thought of the GAR taking you away from him.

You’ve crossed a line, and there’s no going back. But for once, neither of you care.

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Empty Bed Part Two

Lando Norris x reader smut

3.5k words. Part One

"What's up with you?" Max asked, worried about his friend's pouting. Lando was angry and upset. He knows this is how hook up culture is supposed to be, have sex and leave before anything gets awkward, yet that's not what he wanted. Its sad that he wanted her, even now, weeks after their last encounter. "Nothing serous, just jet lagged." His reply was a bit harsh and also the truth at the same time. It was the penultimate race of the season and the stress was beginning to affect more than usual, he was far too frustrated, not just psychologically but sexually. "If you say so." He felt Max's hand make contact with his shoulder as he walked past, heading to the red bull garage. Lando walked towards his drivers room and put up a rather convincing smile. Free practice wasn't particularly fun for Lando, he liked the thrill of the race, but he couldn't feel that if he was focused on collecting data. He let out a loud sigh as he lent against the closed door, finally alone. It felt good to be in his own presence. 

He pulled the orange shirt over his head to replace it with a black fire proof. "Woah, what animal attacked you?" Daniel laughed out, seeing his friend's shocked face. "You were so happy the morning after, maybe you need to get laid more often." The scratches on Lando's waist were still visible, a reminder for him, a reminder of her. "You're one to talk, that girl in your lap seemed pretty blissed out." He shook his, Lando was shocked that Daniel took the risk of fucking some girl in such a public place. "Well I know how to fuck. By the red on your hip, I can guess you can too." Daniel flashed his signature grin while loosening his suit. "Can I be honest?" Lando paused, looking back at his friend, who's expression changed in the blink of an eye. "Always." Lando let out a relived sigh, he already felt better. "How do you do it? I don't get how you can fuck a girl and move on so quickly, as if nothing happened." Lando looked away mid-sentence, feeling almost ashamed, reaching for the rest of his clothes. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I can't just forget, unless I'm that drunk. But still, it's not something you should hold onto, especially if you're not going to see her again." Daniel said sincerely, he was stunned that Lando would say such a thing. "Is it really bothering you that much?" 

Lando had to pause, he didn't know what to do. They didn't have the same level of friendship that Daniel had with Max, or Lando with Carlos. Yet he almost felt bashful at the thought of discussing this with anyone else. "I just... Felt so drawn to her. It doesn't make any sense to me. I was just looking to fuck, but everything about her... It just felt more than that. She joked with me, and it was actually funny, she was so gorgeous too; Perfect even. She didn't even know who I was, yet she was in a F1 afterparty. You know how you can tell if they actually know you or not." He said it all in one breath, and so, was practically gasping for air. "I'm guessing she is good in bed too?" Lando's head shifted to the side in a look of disappointment. "Yes, but that's not the important part." He said, zipping up his race suit. "I get how important this is to you, I do, but you can't dwell on it, you need to focus on racing, thinking about a girl, no matter how perfect,  that you're not going to see again, isn't gonna get you on the podium." Daniel grabbed Lando's shoulders, rather firm, and looked in his eyes as he spoke. "Alright." 

While Lando was in the car he didn't dare think of her, but when he was in his new hotel room, she consumed all of his thoughts. So while he was buttoning up a white shirt, he couldn't help but feel down, he was exhausted, not just from the race. Lando practically dragged his feet along the floor to wards the door, wishing he didn't have to go out and celebrate another podium, he had to celebrate someone else's win. As he begun tying his shoes, he could hear the banging of a fist on the hotel door. "Give me a sec." He shouted back, rushing towards the door. "Hey." It was Daniel at the door, adorning his usual smile. "It's only 10, there is no rush." Lando said, looking down at his watch, before reaching for his phone and room card, and slipping them into his pocket. "I know, but I don't know whether or not I should get plastered with you or let you run off with some girl." Daniel said, hooking his arm around the younger's neck. "Too soon man. What if i went off with another girl, You'd stop me?" Lando said with a bit of bite, shifting his gaze towards the other man. "Well no, I'm just trying to look after you man." Guilt immediately ran through his body, Daniel was trying to be helpful, and was more than likely doing the right thing. "Sorry, I'm just all over the place. This season has been hard, and you know the rest." Daniel patted his back before giving a reply, "We'll sort it out, mate, lets just focus on tonight, we can deal with everything tomorrow." Lando cracked a smile, "While we're hung over?" Their pace quickened as the approached the outside of the club. "Absolutely." 

The loud music and lack of air sent a wave of pleasure through Lando's body, it felt so good to be in such an environment. There was always skin to skin contact, and it just felt so amazing. Lando felt a girl lean back, further into him, he was already a few drinks deep, but he was still capable of making good, enough, decisions. His hands quickly found her hips, but she didn't feel the same. However, that didn't stop him. He wanted to feel this close with someone, and she was more than willing; until her friend called her over. He was left on his own again, Daniel was still in the club, most likely in the bathroom. "I'll be back in a bit mate." He made it seem as though he was stepping out for some fresh air, but Lando quickly noticed him gravitating towards a woman, the same one he saw Daniel with last week. He didn't let that ruin his mood as he struggled to make way to the bar. As soon as he reached the table, the volume of the music seemed to fall slightly, he waited for a while, and in doing so he looked around, observing the people around him. Until he saw her hair, her skin, everything about her, it was hard for him to not recognise. "Can I have a vodka with full fat coke and a rum with diet coke please."

He walked over to her as quick as possible, placing his drink on the bar, and began dancing his fingers over her arm, she didn't even flinch "Found any attractive men to chat up?" She could feel his breath against her ear, he was speaking at a normal volume, knowing she could not hear him over the music otherwise. "I have now." Lando was so ecstatic that she was flirting back. He handed her the drink and she opened her mouth to speak, he noticed the glitter in her lip gloss and made a mental note that it needed to be smudged later. "Rum and diet coke." He sated simply and she smiled before taking a sip. "Thank you." He was shocked she was staying so formal, not formal per say, but you wouldn't expect some one you had a one night stand with to be appreciative of a drink. "What are you doing here, Lando?" As she spoke, his eyes travelled over her whole body, first he noticed the white sunglasses atop her head, then the glitter and blush covering her cheeks. "I could ask you the same thing, baby." She leaned closer to him, almost as if she was longing for his presence. "One of my friends... she really like sports and is watching these races, but she hates travelling alone, so I decided to come with her." It took a while for Lando to acknowledge that her friend was a formula one fan. He was too focused on her body, last time he saw her, she was wearing a white mesh top, this time it was a pink bra, covered in gems and glitter, and it just looked so good on her. "Tell me then, why are you here?" He grabbed her hip, feeling the material of her mesh skirt against his skin, he wanted her as close as possible. "Would you believe me if i said, my friend brought me here so he could go looking for a girl he hooked up with?" It wasn't a lie, but wasn't quite the truth. "Are you sure the name of your friend is not 'Lando'?" She laughed lightly, sipping her drink, hiding behind the glass once again. "I promise, only because his name is Daniel, you could ask him, but I don't think we will be seeing him tonight." She placed the empty glass on the bar and slid her hands up his chest, her touch was electrifying. "I'm sorry, I had to take your clothes, I couldn't leave in what I was wearing." His hands travelled over her back and down under her skirt, squeezing her ass lightly. "It's okay, you can keep it." He pulled her into a desperate and deep kiss. It lasted for what felt like hours. The skin on skin, the music, the alcohol, it all felt euphoric. "Come on, before I fuck you right here."

His hands never left her body, a firm grip around her waist, a reminder almost. Just as they made it out of the club their eyes immediately  met, she was looking at him for a direction. "I've not got my hotel key." He almost whispered out. Lando claimed to have left it behind when Daniel knocked on the door; this also gave them an excuse to go back to her room, he knew she wouldn't disappear like last time. "Come on then." it come out more of a moan than a huff of annoyance. She practically pulled him down the road towards her hotel, to say Lando was shocked by the building was understatement. She kept a tight grip on him as they walked up the stairs, Lando was looking shamelessly up her skirt, not that the sheer fabric was hiding much. As soon as she reached the top step she pulled him into a rough kiss and almost moaned into his mouth, just feeling him riled her up. "Please, Lando." Her words were left in the air as he took the key from her hand and opened the door as quickly as possible "Come here, babe, need you so bad." 

She chased his voice to the bed, she needed him just as much, but couldn't verbalise it. So she decided it would be best to swing herself over his lap and cover his neck in glittery red marks. In the process lando slid his hands up her back slowly, teasing not just her, but himself. She began to suck harder and bite slightly, tugging his skin between her teeth. "Fuck, babe." His breath got caught in his throat at the feeling. Lando didn't expect to her to do such a thing, especially with how he was the last time they were together, he was shocked that she was acting more demanding; so he trailed his hand up to her top, his fingers quickly hooked around the clasp of the bra, he pulled it far from her skin, and smiled at the thud of it back against her skin. She let out a loud whine, not anticipating the feeling. "Behave." She nodded quickly, not expecting to get chastised. Lando placed his hand under her ass and hoisted her up, turning around to gently place her on the edge of the bed, hands slowly and softly running his fingers along the outside of her thigh. She reached up and gripped his collar, pulling him lower. "Don't tease me." 

"Or what?" He replied back in a flirty manner. As she felt his fingers against her underwear she gasped, he pushed her skirt up, not before admiring the pink butterflies on the mesh, he'd waited so long for this so he couldn't waste a minute. Lando grabbed her hips harshly and pulled her body closer to his. "I can stop right here, if you want." He pushed her underwear to the side and lowered his head. "No please, Lando please." She would feel him smirk against her skin as soon as she started speaking. He licked up against her cunt before focusing on her clit; he kitten licked at first, ignoring her pleas, then circling quickly, enjoying the noises she let out. He continued to abuse her clit and lightly teased her slit with one hand, the other pressing down lightly on her abdomen. He was paying more attention to her now, really trying to discover what made her feel good. Although it had only been a few weeks since they were together, Lando couldn't stop thinking about her. He felt guilty, he replayed that night in his head over and over, and he felt awful for not paying enough attention to her. When you hook up with someone you are not really there for the other person's pleasure, Lando wanted do change that. He thrusted his fingers slow, not rushing, he wanted to enjoy this, he wanted her to feel good. As he moved his fingers in a 'come here' motion she pushed her hips closer to him desperately, "Harder?" his eyes didn't leave her for a second, he wouldn't forget this, he couldn't miss the look on her face. "Faster." She barely said, out of breath from moaning so much. As soon as the words left her mouth, he was following the instruction, she was quivering slightly as he hands mad a home in his hair, tugging on it lightly, feeling him groan into her, adding to her pleasure. "Be good." Lando began to suck on her clit lightly, he wanted a reaction and that's what he got. She was practically singing a song for him. The hand that was resting on her abdomen travelled back towards her thigh, slipped under her knee. He lifted her leg up higher, her calf now resting against his back, forcing her thighs further apart, giving him more space. Her voiced echoed throughout the room as he sped up the movement of his tongue and fingers. "That's it babe, cum for me." The wave of pleasure that washed over her took her vision temporarily, white covered her vision as she came. She was on cloud nine and Lando didn't stop his attack. 

When he came up from between her thighs he had a satisfied smile on his face, when they made eye contact the smile turned into a grin of joy. She moved back on the bed slightly, a blissed out look on her face still, Lando very quickly noticed the wet patch on the bed as he got up from his knees and got on the bed; unbuttoning his shirt in the process. He kissed up her abdomen slowly, leaving marks across her whole body, biting down in the manner she did prior. "Don't whine, its only fair." He laughed out, opening her legs once again. She gave him a pointed look, yet he just gave her one back, he wanted to be in control, and he got what he wanted. "Please." Her pleas fell upon deaf ears as he just continued to tease; he ran the tip of his cock up and down her cunt, focusing on her clit more often than not. He enjoyed teasing her, he felt as though he deserved it. Lando squeezed his cock lightly, he needed to feel some form of release, the pressure already building up. She took hold of his arm aggressively with a firm grip, knuckles turning white. He pushed in slow, just like before, not wanting to over stimulate her so soon after one orgasm. "That's it." Her eyes rolled back as soon as he started speaking, yet he couldn't look away, she was just so captivating, he wished he could say such a thing, but he could not, not in a situation like this. He began thrusting slowly and softly, more sensual than before. Lando gradually sped up, knowing it was something she liked, his hands wouldn't leave her body for more than a second, his hands would be dancing on her skin as a form of comfort. "Fuck, please." He liked to hear her beg, it felt like an exclusive sound, he didn't think anyone had fucked her, it was just a feeling, until he realised how quickly he made her cum. Lando pulled her legs around his waist, allowing him to her her deeper, "Oh yes." Lando wasn't quiet, she was just beyond loud, and his just got him impossibly harder. "Good girl, be good for me." Once of his hands left her him to slide down to her clit, rubbing fast circles; she could feel his touch all through out her body, every nerve sending signals felt like an overload. Her orgasm hit her hard, pelvis lifting up higher than Lando had already positioned it. She let out a choked whine as she felt Lando pulsating, all he felt was euphoria when he was with her, but this was on another level. Rope after rope of cum left his cock in pleasure, his head fell into the crook of her neck as he groaned, waves of pleasure still washing over him. 

She winced as he pulled out, pushing her underwear back in place, he grabbed her neck softly, pulling her closer to him, he wanted to kiss her, he didn't want to beg, he still needed control, he didn't want to swallow his pride, her hands slid up his back and into the base of his hair, tugging so she could catch her breath. "Careful." He felt the need to remind her. "Promise." She smiled, smirked is a better adjective for the blissed out look on her face. Lando pulled back the cover of the bed, slipping under it with her, he kissed her neck softly as she slowly began to drift off, he inter locked their hands when he slid his arm over her waist. His eyes began to close as her breathing finally regulated. 

When his eyes opened again, it was because of the morning light slipping through the hotel curtains. Lando's mind was still fuzzy. He tried to sit up but quickly realised his pounding headache was from alcohol, then all memories came running through his mind, then a wave of panic. He turned to the side a quickly as possible, noticing no one was in his arms. She was gone. He ran his hand over the mattress  and noticed it was cold, disappointment flooded his whole body, and so he felt lethargic; Until he realised that they had come back to her hotel room last night, a smile crept up on his face as he sat up. The thought of having a long conversation, with out too much flirting, was his first thought. Until he saw his hoodie, the one she stole the first night together. He assumed she would have been wearing it, or at least taken it home before flying out for this trip, but no, it was folded neatly on the counter in front of the bed. Lando, finally, built up the courage to get out o the bed, and saw that her suitcase was gone, so were her shoes, so was she. 

He was, once again, left in an empty bed. 

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There was a lot of struggle in trying to finish this (things not saving and paragraphs randomly deleting because reasons) but I seem to repel technology. If I’ve made any spelling mistakes let me know.

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i saw the virgin partner post and i just want to say that we need a VIRGIN SKZ version of it!, like what they think about it and how it feels and how excited they're about it it'd be also really nice it was written with dots like a headcanon that fits their personality and what are they most likely to do!

i hope I'm not asking too much and please ignore this ask if you're uncomfortable no pressure at all! 💖

okay so i may have gotten slightly carried away with this one but the thought of of virgin!SKZ x fem experienced reader is adorable ahh

warning; smut obvs but mainly fluff MINORS DNI !!

(not proof read, please forgive any mistakes)

HYUNG LINE; virgin!skz x fem!reader

chan

he would be so nervous on how to approach the topic that he’s ready to have sex with you. like, you two would be watching a film and he’s tickling you and down your thigh whilst PANICKING.

“y/n, i think i’m ready?” “ready for what baby?” “you know…” and your eyes would light up at his words. you would bring him in to the longest, most loving kiss ever and he feels like a weight has come off his shoulder now he’s actually SAID it!

he would definitely be giving you oral for so long just to try and psych himself up for what’s to come. he’s so so excited but so nervous. he wants to impress you so bad but all you want is for him to enjoy himself.

once the time finally comes he is hesitant but mainly because he feels so much pressure to make you feel good. “relax baby, enjoy it. i know i will” you would say as you bring him in to a kiss whilst rubbing his cheeks to calm him down and when he pushes into you, he ASCENDS. i’m talking, eyes rolling back and the WHIMPERS he’s letting out- oh my god.

“you can go faster baby, ah ‘feel so big inside me oh fuck-“. he’s so careful not to hurt you though because when i tell you chan has a BIG dick i mean that shit with my entire chest. he may have never had sex before but my god he knows what to do with his cock. you’d be a moaning mess and so would he. the whines he would let out whilst telling you he’s “cl- close..close” and the way you would grip him whilst clenching around him would tip him over the edge.

he’s trying his best to still buck into you as his orgasm hits him like a tonne of bricks and he’s moaning SO. LOUD. he would collapse into you after coming down from his climax and cover your flushed face full of kisses and tell you how fucking amazing you felt and how he can’t wait to make love to you again and again and again….

lee know

you’d be straddling him on the couch, yet again lost in the filthiest make out session. you’d be grinding on his thigh so desperately when he says “-wanna fuck you babe”. your eyes widen so big and you have to check you heard correctly. “what?” you say, “i said, i wanna fuck you” and he’d instantly be taking your clothes off. you don’t stop to question where his sudden confidence has come from because you’re too damn thrilled about the situation. he’d be so hungry for you, like he’d be running his hands up and down all of you whilst he takes your nipple in his mouth and lapping at it like a starved man.

unlike channie, lee knows nerves wouldn’t be so obvious but i swear this man is petrified inside, he just won’t let on that he is AT ALL. his dirty talk is the same as usual though, saying the filthiest things in your ear as you become more and more horny, wanting, no, needing him more than ever.

he’d lay you down on your bed and undress the rest of you whilst trailing kisses everywhere your clothes leave your skin. “so beautiful baby, you’re so beautiful” he’d say and you’d blush, remember what this foreplay would end in. he’s so eager to fuck you omg. he’d be telling you how badly he wants you whilst he preps you and his words truly get you going. you’re getting wetter and wetter at the thought.

before he enters you he’d say “you ready babe?” and omg you are more than ready. the moment he enters you, he lets out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard and you whine at his size. you knew he was big but having him inside you was another story. he’d speed up slightly and every time he’d hit your sweet spot, you’d make the most beautiful noises that turn him on so much. he definitely wouldn’t last long but it’s his first time so you can’t blame him at all.

“think.. ah- think i’m gonna cum baby fuck-“ he says whilst frantically bucking into you, his thrusts getting sloppier as he gets closer to his release. you’d clench around him tighter and he MOANS so loud. cusses and ah-s leave him mouth with every breathe as he cums inside you and he would lay on top of you afterwards stroking your hair and kissing all over your face until you both fall asleep….

changbin

he’d be on top of you, kissing your neck and caressing your face, whispering in you ear how beautiful you are. “baby..” he would say, sounding really nervous and you can’t help but think how cute he is. what you weren’t expecting was him to tell you how he is ‘ready’. “what?” you’d say, sure you must have misheard. “i’m ready.. to have sex with you” he would say and the blush on his face is crimson. “okay” you nod your head, smiling at his shyness.

the closer and closer he gets to your pussy as he’s trailing kissing all down your body, the more his nerves become apparent. he would be eating you out for AGESS, forcing his body to buck up the courage to just fuck you. your fingers are in his hair, tugging slightly and he’s whimpering at that, sending shock waves to your pussy with each moan and at this point you’re DESPERATE for him but don’t wanna add more pressure on him by saying “please binnie, i want you so much.”

once he’s ready, he would be caressing your legs and thighs and say “can i.. put it in now?” with uncertainty and shy eyes and you melt at his cuteness. “please!” you beg, absolutely dying for him to. when he enters you, he would let out the longest sigh ever, stilling inside you once he bottoms out and just taking in the feeling of you clenching around him. his eyes would be roll back and his mouth agape.

at first he be hesitant to start thrusting in case it felt too good and was scared he wouldn’t last long. “oh my god baby, you feel amazing ah-“ he’d mewl, his face contorting ever so slightly at your pussy taking all of him in so good. your head would be thrown back in bliss but you’re aching for him to go faster. “please binnie, faster. want you” you’d practically beg and he’d oblige, speeding up slightly and you’d start to moan louder. the feeling of your cunt around him mixed with your moans brings him closer to his orgasm. you knew he was gonna come fairly quick since it was his first time so you didn’t mind, if anything, you thought it was super cute.

“sorry baby, but- ah- i’m so- close” he’d gasp through whimpers, his voice slightly higher than usual. he would be thrusting into you as best as his hips would let him, faltering at the overwhelming pleasure around his cock. “s’okay baby, so good. you wanna cum, then cum babe” you’d say, staring into his eyes and he crumbles. seeing you underneath him looking into his eyes as he fucks you send waves of pleasure to his cock and he he’s quick to cum inside you, eyes scrunched closed and high pitched gasps leaving his mouth every second.

he would collapse on top of you after he comes down from his high and you’d praise him for doing “so good”. he would be so shy, he’d press his face into your neck and you’d let out an affectionate giggle at him. “i love you” he’d say as you kiss his temple and stroke up and down his biceps. “i love you too baby”….

hyunjin

hyune would be stroking up and down your leg, yet again not even making in through the first ten minutes of the movie you and him agreed to watch. you’d look at him and cheekily say “what are you doing hyunjinnie?” already knowing where this is going. “just feeling my princess” he’d lean in towards you and kiss you slowly but so deeply. your make out sessions always felt so full of love and this time was no different. his hands would come to cup your cheeks and he’d pull away, look into your eyes. “y/n..” “yes hyune?” you’d say, gazing into his beautiful eyes, waiting for him to speak. “i wanna make love to you, like, properly”. at first, you wouldn’t know what to say but once he gives you a smile.

you’d pounce onto him pulling him into kiss you. straddling him, you’re both smiling into the kisses you’re sharing and he’s gently unbuttoning your pj top. his kisses would be trailing down from your lips to your jaw, your neck to your chest. he would take your nipple into his mouth and you’d throw your head back in pleasure, grinding onto his thigh in desperation to feel something on your sore clit. you’d moan down his ear at the way he flicks your nipple around in his mouth with his tongue and gently bites down sending more waves of pleasure straight to your pussy. “hyune…” you’d whine, the knowledge of knowing what’s to come making you more and more horny. “what is it my love?” “need you” you’d say breathlessly, your thrusts on his thighs speeding up and he chuckles at how cute you are. he’d lay you down on the sofa, making you comfortable as he takes hus clothes off, the sight of his naked body never failing to take your breath away.

the gentle rubs he would give your clit have your toes curling and he’s desperate to feel you around him. “please jinnie..” you’d beg, needing him inside you so bad. he’d smile fondly at you beneath him as he lines his cock up to your entrance, gasping slightly at the amazingly foreign feeling. you’d close your eyes but he’d say “look at me baby girl, want to look at my princess” and he’d push in slowly, his mouth falling open and you reciprocate. the new feeling having you both overwhelmed with pleasure. you’d wrap your legs around him, bring in him in closer and he’d moan so loud as he bottoms out inside you. he’d lean down to be face to face with you, kissing you longingly as he begins to thrust into you, his cock dragging along your walls making you feel dizzy. “fuck- you feel so good darling” he’d say as his trails kisses town your neck, sucking gently at the skin and leaving love bites as a temporary reminder of this moment with you.

“so beautiful, my princess” he’d whisper in your ear and you’d fall in love with him all over again. his thrusts would begin to speed up slightly, hitting your sweet spot over and over again, the pleasure in your stomach threatening to tip you over the edge. “fuck hyune- you feel so fucking good in me ah-“ you’d say and he’d whimper in response, a string of ah’s leaving his mouth tell you he’s close. “so beautiful angel, i’m gonna- ah-“ he’d mewl, words shaky and his thrusts into you becoming messier and his legs tremble as he reaches his climax. “jinnie please!” you’d beg, unsure of what for but he cums at your pleas, whimpering and moaning curses into your ear. he would plant kisses all over your flushed face and tell you again how pretty you are, his “pretty girl”….

[thevegandarkelf]

Joshua "Scud" Frohmeyer NSFW Alphabet

A deal was made with @francisofthespook, and here's my part of the deal. She agreed to write Daryl's NSFW alphabet if I wrote Scud's, so here it is! Massive kudos to @dixons-sunshine for proofreading my work, as always, and to @francisofthespook for proofreading as well (I proofread yours, so it felt fair for you to proofread mine lol). I hope you enjoy it! To my general taglist people, I'm sorry if this isn't something you'd normally want to be tagged in. I figured I would just add y'all anyway lmao. This is hands down the filthiest thing I've ever written and I had to stop several times to fan myself.

Also these are MY OPINION. If you don't agree with something, that's fine, but please play nice.

NSFW alphabet template by @the-coldest-goodbye, dividers by @anitalenia

18+ below the cut, minors DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s big into aftercare! The cleaning up, the cuddling, the pillow talk, he loves it all. I think it’s one of his favorite parts of sex. Basking in the afterglow all cozied up under the covers with you, your bodies tangled together…God, he lives for that shit. After your first time doing something new, he’d want to talk with you about how it was, how much you liked or didn’t like it, and if you’d wanna do said thing again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For his own, I wanna go with the obvious and say his dick, but I think (and hear me out) that his stomach would also be one of his favorites. He thinks his scars are cool and are proof that he survived something he probably shouldn’t have, and I think he loves that part of himself. For his partner, he’s a boob guy, easy. He doesn’t care what they look like or how big or small they are. They’re yours, and that’s all that matters to him. And if you have any insecurities about them, he’ll be sure to show you how much he loves them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to be inside you when he comes, whether that’s with a condom or without. He loves the faces and sounds you make when he’s twitching inside you, riding out his high. If you allowed him to come inside you without a condom, he’d be thrilled, but he’d still check in with you the whole time up until he comes to make sure that’s really what you want.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This might seem like a cop-out, but he doesn’t have any dirty secrets. He doesn’t have any shame in what he likes in the bedroom, so there’s no secrets between you two. If he likes something or wants to try something, even if it’s something other people might find strange, he’s going to tell you/talk to you about it. If he expresses he’s into something and you’re not down to do it, he’s not going to feel ashamed for asking. Like I said, he has no shame in what he likes.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s very experienced & absolutely knows what he is doing. He prides himself on being able to make his partner feel good, and all the skills he’s acquired over the years will aid him in pleasing you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl and doggystyle, both for different reasons. Cowgirl so he can watch you bounce on top of and fuck yourself on him. Especially when he’s high, he loves to lay there and just let you go to town again and again. Looking up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes would make him crazy. Doggystyle (specifically facing a mirror) so he can watch you watch yourself take him. He’d lean over you and dirty talk into you ear, telling you to look at yourself in the mirror so you can see how beautiful you look taking him. Both positions are also great for him to be able to circle your clit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very humorous. He never takes himself too seriously, and that include in bed. Sex is supposed to be fun, and he definitely brings that. He needs someone that can joke around with him during sexy time. If he were to get more serious at any point, it would be when either of you are close to coming.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yes, the carpet matches the drapes. He doesn’t care about grooming, though. He’s not bothered by body hair, both on himself or his partner. If you asked him to clean up a bit, he certainly would, but otherwise, he doesn’t care. He’s not unhygienic though, he just isn’t bothered by it enough to do anything about it. For you, though, he’d do anything.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

That depends on our little angel’s mood. Sometimes, he just wants to lay back and let you do the work, but he’d still praise you and tell you how good you’re making him feel. If he’s releasing some pent-up frustration, he’d still be soft with you, but he might not be as giggly or romantic as usual. For special occasions, like your birthday or anniversary, he’d really ramp up the romance, adding sensual touches like lighting candles and putting on music.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This one feels obvious, but he thinks about you when he jacks off. Thinks about your taste, your scent, all of the sounds you made during your last sexual escapade. He drools a little when he comes, specifically when he comes from masturbating. He’s so deep in the thoughts of you while he’s touching himself that he can’t be bothered to make sure he isn’t drooling.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves having his hair played with/pulled. When he’s going down on you, he lives for having your fingers tangled in his hair and gently tugging while you buck up into him. He also loves to be praised (because who doesn’t?) (it would send his ego to the moon) and give praises as well, telling you how good you feel/how beautiful you look/how good you’re doing.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere where you’ll both be comfortable, like in bed or on the couch. But if it’s a quickie, he’d take you in the shower, over the kitchen counter, even the floor as long as you’re comfortable. He’d even take you over his work bench if it didn’t risk you two getting caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets easily turned on, especially when he’s in love. He loves seeing you in lingerie, and of course that turns him on, but he gets really turned on when you wear his clothes. Your bare breasts against the inside of his jacket, your core on the inside of his boxers, he loves it all. He’d have a hard time keeping himself together the next time he wore something of his that you had on, picturing you in it instead.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s turned off by anything non-consensual, he’d put his foot down at that. Even if it was something you wanted to try, he wouldn’t allow it. He’s into gentle biting and giving hickeys, but biting to the point of drawing blood is a no. Anything else that would cause either of you harm (something that would cause bruising that isn’t a hickey, leave welts, etc) is a no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both giving and receiving, but he prefers giving. He’s in heaven with your thighs clenched around his head and the taste of you coating his mouth and tongue. His skills are next level. When he’s high, his skills somehow get even better, bringing you to orgasm faster than you could’ve imagined.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sex with him is for sure soft and giggly. He’s a goofy bean, and that personality of his certainly transitions into the bedroom. If you asked for something a little more rough, he’d obliged, albeit hesitantly at first, until he sees how much you’re enjoying it. However, that wouldn’t be often, as he prefers to be soft and slow and take his time with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time with you and savor every second. He may have a high drive and be DTF a lot of the time, but it’s still special because it’s with you. When there’s not time & you’re both so fucking desperate and needy for each other that you can’t wait, a quickie will suffice, but he’ll be longing for more. And he’d make sure the next session after the quickie was extra special.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes and yes. He’s willing to try just about anything, and if he isn’t, he’ll let you know. He won’t shame you for any ideas you bring up or anything you might be embarrassed about wanting to experiment with. He’d be flattered that you felt safe enough with him to ask to experiment in different ways.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on the type of sex. If he’s high, he’d only be able to go for one round, wanting to cuddle up and fall asleep shortly after (post-aftercare ofc, I can’t stress enough how much he loves that). If he’s had a stressful day and/or it’s been a while since you two have been intimate, he’d be able to go a few rounds, wanting to stay in the throughs of pleasure with you for as long as possible.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He would certainly use toys on you if you asked. He prefers to do the work himself and get you off with just his touch, but he knows toys are friends, not competition. If you did the deed and he was too sleepy after to go another round but you wanted more, he’d lay there and watch you get yourself off with toys, watching your eyes roll back while he knows you’re thinking about him the whole time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you until you’re a squirming mess & can’t take it anymore, whining & begging him to do what you’re asking. If you express that you like to be teased, he’d be delighted and draw out the teasing for as long as he possibly could until neither of you could take it anymore.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Our little stoner is definitely vocal in bed. He makes a variety of sexy grunts, groans, and moans, all of which sound like music to your ears. When there’s privacy, he’s loud. He doesn’t hold back at all in expressing how good you’re making him feel. If you’re ever in a situation where you might get caught or others are within earshot, he can hold back the noises, though he’d struggle to hold back the closer he gets to coming.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This may be a hot take, but he is not a whimpering mess of a sub. A switch? Sure, I can see that. A whimpering mess that’s begging you and calling you mommy? Absolutely not, and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s average-sized, maybe a little bigger than average. He’s an average-heigh guy, so it would make sense that his package reflects that. There’s a couple of veins that bulge when he’s got a boner, and they add to the pleasure you feel when he’s inside you. There’s also his scars. He loves when you give them attention, kicking and licking down them slowly as you position yourself to suck him off.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a high sex drive, especially when he’s in love. After the first time, he can’t get enough of you. Your scent, your taste, your touch…he dreams of it.  He’s so in love with you, he’d get distracted at work thinking about all the things you did the night before. And the second you’re both home, he’d be pouncing on you, ready to devour you again and again.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

That depends. If it was sleepier sex while he was high, he’d pass pretty shortly after (post-aftercare of course, once you were both snuggled up under some blankets). Otherwise, he’d want to stay awake and enjoy some pillow talk with you, admiring how beautiful you are post-orgasm and savor the moment of you two wrapped up under the covers.

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[oweninadaydream]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Steve and you interrupt your lazy afternoon to discuss a very serious (or is it?) matter...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Modern!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 : pregnant!reader, established relationship, just pure fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 777

𝐚/𝐧 : I had lots of fun writing this at like 2 am lol. Hope you enjoy it! ☺️💐

Steve was in the kitchen, trying to cook dinner as fast as he could before your cravings had the chance to change and make you suddenly disgusted just by the smell of what he had been preparing for more than an hour. Today's delicatessen consisted of Hawaiian pizza with a side of pickles.

Normally, you would hate pineapple on pizza (you just can't stand mixing sweet and salty like that) and your hatred for pickles was known by all of your friends (specially by Robin, who had to hold up your hair as you vomited because she once gave you a bite of her sandwich which happened to contain the infamous ingredient), but your boyfriend wasn't willing to contradict his pregnant girlfriend who was extremely sensitive.

He was pulled out of his thoughts after hearing you call his name. "What's up, sweetheart? Everything okay?" he asked from his position.

"We need to have a very serious talk right now" you answered in a monotonous tone.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the end of Steve Harrington. After he felt that his heart had started pumping blood again, he hurried to the living-room where you had been chilling for most of the afternoon. You looked fine, there was nothing on fire and your stomach seemed as round as the last time he had seen it, so what was going on?

"Go on, I'm listening love" he encouraged you to begin revealing your thoughts.

"The baby is due in a couple of weeks and we haven't even decided which movies they're gonna watch in English and which ones in Spanish" the stress in your voice was easy to detect. Steve looked you straight in the eyes and he could swear that he had fallen in love with you all over again in that very instant. How could you be so adorable?

"Oh honey, I love you so so much" he cooed while leaving small kisses all over your face "we can discuss it now while the pizza is in the oven if you'd like" he offered.

Your native tongue was Spanish and ever since Steve and you started thinking about having children, you had known you'd raise your kids to be bilingual "They will not be no sabo kids, not on my watch".

Steve was more than thrilled at the thought of mini versions of you and him walking around, babbling in some strange form of spanglish. He had taken up Spanish after meeting you, and even though he was not the fastest learner, his disposition had taken him very far in his journey to be closer to you through language.

"Okay, so do you have any ideas?" he asked "Actually, yes I do" you quickly changed your expression to show enthusiasm "I've got a mental list of some non-negotiables. First, Enredados"

Steve hummed in acknowledgment as he had already guessed you would say Tangled, your mom's favorite Disney movie. Your mother didn't understand much English so this was a logical choice, as she wanted to watch the film with her grandchild and bond over it.

"Then, we've got Tarzan" "Tarzan?! The guy that sings the songs in the Spanish version is the same guy as in the English one, Phil Collins's accent is obvious. Also, y'know, it was my favorite movie as a kid" he tried to argue in a calm manner "...Well, I guess you're right. They can watch that one in the original version" One point to Harrington.

"What if you suggest one? I wouldn't want to impose" you commented. "Don't worry cielo, you keep going and I'll think of one or two more for me to choose" the fact that the first words he learnt were the pet names you liked the most was just one of the many proofs of his love for you " All right!!! So I had thought about El Rey León, Tiana y el sapo, Bichos, Aladdín..." you then proceeded to list almost every animated Disney movie. Steve could have stopped you at any point but the enamored haze clouding his thinking process wanted to indulge in your every desire.

The oven started beeping, alerting both Steve and you that dinner was officially ready. "Let's go, it's time for dinner" "But, what about the movies?" you pouted "Mi amor, we can do whatever you want in regards to our child's cinematic experience" "The bedtime stories can be in English, your dramatic interpretation of The three little pigs will impress them for sure" you suggested after realizing that you had monopolized the whole Disney films industry and feeling bad about it "Thank you, darling. Practice makes perfect"

Happy girlfriend, happy life, right?

P.D : Phil Collins ate and left no crumbs in the Spanish soundtrack, we appreciate him in this house !!!

[originalgenshinscenarios]

What would be your fave genshin girls dream dates???

OKAY SO I KNOW I DIDN'T WRITE IT IN THE RULES BUT I'M TOTALLY WRITING FOR FURINA (and Neuvilette and Navia) AND SHE'S MY RECENT ADDITION TO MY FAVES. She's cringefailure... I want her so bad (both in game and in general)

Lisa, Miko, Nilou and Furina's dream dates

Reader here is gender neutral

Lisa

Her dream date is a very simple one. She just wants to enjoy the moment. Best if you just went on a walk with a pretty scenic route.

She wants to hear you talk, listen to your voice and let you talk about whatever made you happy or excited recently.

Because seeing your smile might be better than any scenery you may encounter. Just like a sunset she can't help but admire the sight of your smile no matter how many times she'd seen it.

She wants to hold your hand, tease you with her touch while she's at it. Just so she can feel her heart melt over how adorable you are.

She'd look for opportunities to steal tons of kisses. Just because she can never get enough of your lips on hers.

Miko

She likes a date where things aren't expected. So if you do a bit more... Original romantic gestures, she'd never want that moment to end.

Make her heart skip a beat, but not by buying her flowers. Do something different, something that'll stick to her memory. Something that even she wouldn't think of.

Of course having a drink or two would be very nice as well. It may add to unexpected behavior.

But of course after all that excitement, she also wants to enjoy a calm moment. Just the two of you existing in your own little world.

Maybe a little trip to hot springs, or maybe just cuddling, the possibilities to unwind are endless.

Nilou

Her dream date would take place at night. Because then... Everything would be magical no matter where you go.

But settling for a lake would be ideal. Having a little picnic as you watch the moon's reflection in the water. The two of you staying close so you feel each other's warmth... It'd be paradise.

The tasty treats, her favorite person and a beautiful sight... That's just the thing that would make her the happiest.

She'd like to learn everything about you in that moment. Just opening up to each other and allowing yourselves to be vulnerable.

A date like that would make the time go so fast you could probably stay up the entire night and witness the sun rising once again.

Furina

She needs the thrill, the excitement so her perfect date is one where she is entertained by you.

She'd like that date to also be your proof of devotion to her. After all as the divine she should have a reason to choose you!

It's totally not about her feeling insecure and having proof that you do indeed have feelings for her...

So, proclaim your love! Write something on the tallest building-... Wait no, that'd end your date in the courtroom.

But there are other- more legal- ways to make her feel like your hearts beat for each other! And who else could keep track of the legality if not her?

~Mod Lisa

[hatchetfield-omegaverse]

Hail Petey, Full of Grace (1/5)

By: Myself & @daisyybellls

AO3 Link

Summary:

“How would us going to abstinence camp help you?” Pete can't help but ask.

“Because if you're both at camp I can change the narrative. You won't be delinquent teens. You'll be two young adults who made a mistake and want to atone for it. And going to abstinence camp is proof. I'll even be generous: when you come back I will have a house for you to raise the baby in. That way everyone can see that you want to give the… baby a good life.”

“And if we don't?” Steph's voice is full of venom as she speaks.

“If you don't I will do everything in my power to keep you two apart. No one, and I mean no one, will know the baby is yours Stephanie.”

When a dumb teenage decision not only forever changes the lives of Peter Spankoffski and Stephanie Lauter, but lands them at Camp Idontwannabang, their only goal is to survive the summer. But a joke gone wrong earns them the attention of Grace, the Jerries, and the entire camp and launches the pair into the scandal of their lives. It's gonna be a bumpy summer.

Takes place in the same universe as Tear Down My Reason by Calmly Chaotic and What An Ass, What A Bitch, What A Cuck by Calmly Chaotic and mars_of_the_stars.

A/N: Remember how the last time I wrote something I said my life was imploding? Yeah it God bad enough I had to take a hiatus from writing. But, now I'm back! And, while away I made a silly joke while in VC that would eventually lead to this au!

This first chapter is written by me, and the next will be written by my lovely co-author @daisyybellls!

Chapter 1: Welcome To Camp!

-

Grace Chasity loved exactly three things in life: her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, her family, and being Hatchetfield High's most dedicated hall monitor. And the power that came with it. Of course, she tried not to let it get to her head (no power was as strong as that of The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit), but it still filled her with glee that she had the ability to distribute justice unto the delinquents she attended school with and set them on the right path. The path of God that is.

Bathroom checks were one of her favorite ways to distribute said justice: checking the stalls, making sure that any hooligans without passes were dealt with, keeping the halls of Hatchetfield High safe, it was all so thrilling. There would be no skipping class to try the devil's lettuce or canoodle with Grace in charge. Not now, not ever.

She finds herself humming ‘This Little Light of Mine’ as she completes her post-lunch checks. In her time as a hall monitor, Grace has found that people tend to skip the most right after lunch, so this check is one of the most important.

“Bathroom check!” She calls as she walks into the next bathroom on her list. “Passes out or its detention!”

The bathroom is empty at first glance and Grace is halfway through marking it off as clear when she hears it. Retching, from the very last stall. She wrinkles nose at first before taking a deep breath and marching to the source of the sound.

“Bathroom check. I need to see your pass.” Grace announces as she knocks once. Then twice. But only silence meets her request. And then more retching. She sighs. “Look, I'm willing to ignore you not having a pass since you're clearly sick, if you promise to go straight to the nurses office. Okay?”

Finally Grace gets a quiet, “Ok.”, in response and it's a satisfactory enough answer for her. She's halfway through washing her hands when the stall behind her opens and out walks Stephanie Lauter, clothes rumpled and lipstick smeared.

“Oh gosh Steph,” Grace croons as the other girl washes her hand, “do you have a tummy ache?”

“Something like that.” Steph nods, her lips pressed in a tight line. “Look, I'll go straight to the nurse's office, just don't tell anyone you saw me here.”

“Do you think it was something you ate?” Grace asks, completely ignoring the part where Steph asked her to lie. “Maybe the meatloaf? Oh goodness, I ate the meatloaf.”

“It's not the meatloaf. I just had a wild night last night.”

“Oh. Well it must have been a wild night to have you so sick this morning.” Grace smiles in sympathy as she gathers her belongings. And then it hits her. “Morning. Sicknesses. Morning sickness. Oh, Steph, you don't think you're pregnant do you?”

“Yeah Grace. I'm totally pregnant.” Steph responds, tapping on a weird patch on her backpack. It's an odd circle with blue, pink, and white stripes that Grace doesn't recognize. Oh gosh, maybe it's a reward for whatever heinous activities Stephanie had to do to become pregnant. The poor thing. “Don't you have to turn in your detention slips?”

Grace gasps and runs to the door. “Oh goodness, you're right. I need to skedaddle. I'm always here if you need somewhere to turn, okay Steph?” She calls as she leaves.

Her footsteps have just faded away when another voice asks, “Is she gone?”

“Yeah, Pete, she's gone.”

Steph hands her boyfriend a water bottle as he comes out from his hiding place in the stall. He swishes, washing the acidic taste out of his mouth. “I thought she'd never leave.” He says when he's done.

“Me neither.” Steph sighs. “Luckily, she apparently goes easy on ‘hooligans’ who are vomiting.”

“Yeah. Lucky.” Pete whispers. “She said morning sickness. You don't think she'll realize.”

“She won't.” Steph promises. “I showed her my trans patch. And she didn't even see you. We can figure out what to do privately. Ok?”

Pete looks down at the plastic stick in his hands, its dual pink lines staring back at him. “Ok.”

-

Ding!

A soft chime rings throughout Beanie's signaling a new customer, not that anyone could really hear it. The pitter patter of rain and hail hitting the building drowned its chimes. Even if he had been able to hear it, Pete wouldn't care too much about someone taking shelter from the storm. He had bigger things to worry about; like teaching Steph the quadratic formula, or worrying how he was going to tell his brother that he was pregnant.

It isn't until he hears a firm, “Ahem.”, from in front of him that Pete even bothers looking away from their math homework. An older woman stands in front of them clad in a burgundy dress suit, her auburn hair slicked into a neat French twist. Pete vaguely recognizes her: Ms.Tessburger, the mayor's personal assistant and, according to Steph at least, professional brown noser. He'd only met her a few times, normally when she was checking over Steph's grades to see that the tutoring was working (it was), and each meeting was just as awkward as the first.

“Your father wants to see you.” She says, lips pursed into a thin line. From the corner of his eye, Pete sees Steph roll her eyes before packing up her things. So much for the rest of their date. He's just about to kiss Steph goodbye when she shoots him a pointed look. “Both of you.”

He can't help but gulp at her words. He'd met Solomon Lauter exactly once, back when he was just Steph's tutor. He could still remember how awkward their first and only conversation had been.

“So you're the boy Stephanie roped into tutoring her.” Pete had been brought into his private office after a tutoring session, the first one they'd had at the Lauter residence. “It's good to finally meet you.”

“Y-yes sir.” He'd prayed his voice wouldn't crack as he spoke, forcing himself to look Solomon in the eyes. He watched as the older man poured himself a scotch. “I'm Peter Spank-”

“-offski. I know.” Solomon finished. He took a sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact. “Unlike my daughter, I do my homework.” Solomon laughed at his joke.

“R-right. Sorry.”

“You know,” Solomon drawled, making his way from around the mahogany desk. “The Spankoffskis have quite the reputation around town. Especially your brother, Ted isn't it? Why everyone I asked had a story about him. He's quite the philanderer, isn't he?” It wasn't a question.

“Normally, I would be worried about letting someone with such a… reputation around my daughter: she rebels enough without any encouragement. But, luckily enough, you have quite the reputation of your own: valedictorian, clean record, not even a speeding ticket. You keep your nose clean.”

Pete nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Then you'll understand when I say this. I expect excellence from everyone in my life, and that includes you. This is not an opportunity for you two to have sex. You will help Stephanie get her grades up. And if the results do not meet my expectations, or if I catch a whiff of funny business, you will never see each other again. Understood?”

Pete nodded, never breaking eye contact. “Understood. She'll get her grades up, sir.”

Pete hadn't seen the mayor since then, and his opinion of the man only worsened. He could safely say that Solomon Lauter was an asshole who only cared about his daughter when she could affect his reputation. Pete doubted that the mayor knew anything about his daughter. Once, during a rare moment of vulnerability on Steph's part, she'd confessed to Pete that part of her thought Solomon had only adopted her because it would be good for his campaign. He couldn't count how many times he'd seen Steph close to tears after speaking to her father. And every time, Pete felt that flame of hatred burn a little brighter.

He tries to keep his thoughts on the inside as he gathers his things. God knows why he wanted to see him, but whatever it is can’t be good. And it'll only be worse when he knows the truth, a small voice in the back of his head whispers. They're led outside where a black limo is waiting. Steph gets in first, holding a hand out to help Pete in. He sits down, only to meet the stoney gaze of Mayor Lauter. Fuck. Well there goes planning in the car. He takes a deep breath and nods at the older man. He gets nothing in return.

It isn't until the car is driving that Solomon speaks. “Is there anything either of you want to tell me?” He asks, pretending this is a casual conversation. “Anything at all?”

“I got a B+ on my chemistry test.” Steph replies. “And we haven't gotten our grades for our history project back, but I think I did good on it.”

Pete can't stop himself from smiling at the pride in Stephanie's voice as she speaks. She'd improved so much over the year and deserved to celebrate it, not that her father would ever recognize it. And then Solomon frowns and reality washes over him like a bucket of ice water. He knows, that voice from earlier hisses. He tries to ignore it, tries to tell himself that it's just anxiety, and it almost works. Until Solomon opens his mouth, that is.

“Really? Nothing else? Maybe why the entire town thinks you're pregnant?”

Pete winces and goes to defend himself. Then he notices Solomon's gaze. It's fixed firmly on Stephanie, dark eyes burning holes into her skull. They thought Stephanie Lauter was pregnant? Not him? How the hell could anyone come to that conclusion? Everyone knew that she was trans: Solomon had shouted it from the rooftops from the second she’d come out, all too happy to parade her around as proof of how progressive his policies were. Oh yes, Mayor Lauter was more than happy to mention his trans adopted daughter, how anyone could believe that Steph was pregnant was beyond Pete's comprehension.

“What?” He asks. Distantly he hears Steph's voice mirroring his.

“I was at lunch with some of my campaigning backers today.” Solomon says in lieu of an answer, “And what was supposed to be a lunch planning our next fundraiser was derailed when Linda Monroe expressed concerns that my vote might be affected by the rumor that my teenage daughter is pregnant.”

“That's ridiculous.” Steph retorts, voice dripping with incredulity. “Everybody knows that I'm trans. I literally can't get pregnant.”

“No, but he can.”

Pete shrinks into his seat as Solomon turns his steely gaze to him. “I was just about to brush any rumors aside- it would only take a reminder that you're trans to end it- and then I checked my credit card statement. And what do I see but a charge to a CVS in Clivesdale for 3 pregnancy tests. So I'm asking you again, and I want total honesty: is there anything you want to tell me?”

Pete sighs, shoulders sagging. Looks like the jig is up. “I'm pregnant. And it's Steph's.”

Solomon pinches the bridge of his nose, brows firmly knit together. “The only reason I let you two see each other is because I trusted that you wouldn't do anything, and now you mean to tell me, when the election is only months away, that you're pregnant?!”

“Yes, ok, we fucked up, I admit it.” Steph says before Pete has even formulated a response. He's sure she's used to this; having to defend her every action, good or bad. He doesn't want to think about how many times she's done it before, or whether or not their baby will be held to the same impossible standards by Solomon. “But we're taking responsibility for it. We're keeping the baby. And I’m going to be involved in their life. You can't stop me.”

“Stephanie, I am trying to have an intelligent conversation: in other words shut up.” Pete has to bite his tongue to stop himself from snapping back that Steph is very intelligent. “I cannot understate how stupid it is for you to have a baby when you're 17, not to mention how it'll look for the mayor's daughter to be a teen mother. But, since you're so determined to act like an adult, you get to make adult decisions. I'm going to give you two options: First, you both go to Camp Idontwannabang-”

“Abstinence Camp?!” Steph all but shouts.

Solomon merely waits for her to stop. “Like I said, you'll both go to Camp Idontwannabang for the summer. While you're away I can work some PR magic to… deal with this scandal.”

“How would us going to abstinence camp help you?” Pete can't help but ask.

“Because if you're both at camp I can change the narrative. You won't be delinquent teens. You'll be two young adults who made a mistake and want to atone for it. And going to abstinence camp is proof. I'll even be generous: when you come back I will have a house for you to raise the baby in. That way everyone can see that you want to give the… baby a good life.”

“And if we don't?” Steph's voice is full of venom as she speaks.

“If you don't I will do everything in my power to keep you two apart. No one, and I mean no one, will know the baby is yours Stephanie.”

“You can't stop me. Even if you try, I'll just tell everyone once I turn 18. You won't keep me from our baby.”

“That may be so, but I can keep you apart until after the election, and after that I won't care. Besides, you'd miss the birth of your child, and we both know you don't want that, do you Stephanie?”

Pete knows his answer before he even speaks. The thought of Steph not getting to be there for the birth physically pains him. She deserved to be there every second of the pregnancy. He sighs.

“You have a deal.”

-

This is for Steph. I'm doing this for Steph. The mantra runs through Peter's head like a hamster on a wheel as he sits in the passenger seat of Ted's Studebaker. The trees that made up the Witchwood roll pass in straight rows, Pete vaguely remembers some fun fact about lumberjacks replanting trees in a grid pattern but he doesn't bother trying to remember why. He's got more important things to worry about right now.

“Well,” Ted sighs, clearly looking for something, anything, to break the awkward silence that filled the car. “we all have to do our time at abstinence camp. Looks like it's your turn.”

“Yeah.” Pete mumbles. “What’s it like?”

“It's eight weeks of pure fucking torture. All those girls in their shorts, and you can't have any fun. Not that you need help having fun, eyyy Petey?” He jokes. Or, well, tries to joke. It falls flat at the end. Even still, Pete can't help but snort.

“Yeah. I'm a real stud, can't keep the ladies off me.” He says, voice dripping with sarcasm. There's more silence before a thought pops in his brain. “Why didn't you just masturbate?”

“It's abstinence camp, Doofus, masturbation isn't allowed.”

“And what? They can stop you at night in cabins?” God, what kind of control freaks would want to run a camp like this?

“They have ways, Pete, so be careful. I know they say that pregnancy makes you randy, but its not worth it.”

“Seriously, how insane do you have to be to care that much about whether or not a teenager whacks off?” Pete can’t help but incredulously.

“Fucking insane.” Ted nodded in agreement. “You know, you don't have to go if you don't want to.”

“I-I..” Pete couldn't remember why he was even going here. It honestly sounded like hell. A reminder comes in the form of a firm kick to Pete's side. He could handle a couple months at camp for Steph and their family. He presses his hands against the swell of his belly, relishing in the soft kicks he felt in response, and nodded. “I do. For Steph. We're in this together.”

Ted only sighs in response and, soon enough, they're passing through a wooden sign with ‘Camp Idontwannabang’ engraved on it.

“Do you want me to carry your bag for you?” Ted asks as he parks. Pete shakes his head as he opens the car door. No use delaying the inevitable.

“I've got it.”

“Are you sure?” Ted pressed. “The doctor said no lifting heavy objects.”

“I'm sure Ted. I'm just carrying it to my bunk anyway.” Pete gets out of the car and grabs a plain black duffle bag from the back seat before hoisting the strap over his shoulder. It presses against his chest and he knows that his shirt is probably already stained with milk. It was just his luck that he'd start lactating the week before camp was due to start. The fact his chest seems all too eager to produce and leak as much milk as possible was just the cherry on top.

Ted pulls him into a tight hug, having gotten out of the car while Pete was lost in thoughts of stained shirts and pumping. “Call me if you need anything, okay? I'll be here in a heartbeat.”

“I know Ted. I'll be fine. I promise.”

Ted squeezes him one last time before pulling away. “I know.” Their goodbyes last for only a few more moments before Ted turns and, with much reluctance, gets back in the car. Their eyes meet in the rearview mirror and Pete is definitely sure there's tears in his eyes as he drives away. He watches the Studebaker drive until it fades completely from view. He sighs and turns back around, staring at the wooden sign with contempt.

Well Peter, he thinks, welcome to slut shaming Hell.

-

It took Steph all of 10 minutes to decide that she hated Camp Idontwannabang, and another 5 to start plotting ways to escape. Check in had been hell; the stupid counselor had spent way too long going through her luggage for contraband, stopping only when he came to her ‘unmentionables’. The bastard then took her phone, citing that there was “a phone available in the main office in case of emergencies”. Prick. After that, Steph had been given a set of 7 pink cotton shirts, ‘Virginity Rocks’ scrawled across the chest in white lettering. Then she was handed a map of the camp with instructions to head to the circled cabin and change immediately.

So of course, she immediately ignored all given instructions; instead wandering near the entrance in hopes of finding Pete so they could settle in together. The last thing she wanted was for him to have to carry his bags himself, he didn't need the extra strain. Her plans, however, were thwarted by the counselors' seemingly innate need to keep all interactions from campers of the opposite sex to basic greetings only. Every time she went near the boy’s check in table, an amplified voice shouting, “That's close enough now!”, would ring out across that camp, letting everybody know that Stephanie Lauter had dared to even go near a boy. They might as well stamp 'WHORE’ on her forehead.

So here she was, hiding behind a tree to hide from the counselors, searching a sea of blue shirts for any sight of her boyfriend.

Steph curses her father for what had to be the millionth time that day: they would both be at home prepping for their baby if it weren't for his stupid campaign. But no, Solomon Lauter had to be paranoid about voters, and now Steph was doomed to spend the next 3 months around a bunch of uptight, bible-thumping prudes. Things couldn't get any worse.

“STEPH!”

Never-fucking-mind.

Steph groans and turns to see Grace Chasity running towards her. And, before she can react, she's pulled into a bone crushing hug by the other girl. “Hi Grace.” She sighs, unable to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

“I'm so glad you're here, Steph!” Grace says in a chipper tone, having completely missed the sarcasm in Steph. She grips her hand and begins leading her further inside camp. “Are you lost? I can show you where your cabin is, you're either in Magdala or Moab since you're 17. I'm a junior counselor this year so I'm in the Bethany Cabin, but we'll still see each other a bunch.”

“Magdala.” Steph answers. She glances back towards the welcome tables. Pete should be here soon. “Look, it's nice of you to offer but I'm waiting on so-”

“I'm really glad you're at camp this year.” Grace interrupts as she continues to drag her towards a pink cabin. “I know it turned out to be a false alarm, but I can't help but imagine you having to go through that all alone. And now you can learn the error of your ways, so nothing scary like that will happen to you again! I'm so glad I told everyone.”

“Wait,” Steph stops. Memories of the bathroom flash through her mind. Grace's worry. A positive pregnancy test. Pete's fear that she would tell everyone. White, hot anger floods her veins as she speaks, nostrils flared. “You started the rumor I'm pregnant? That's why I'm here.”

“I know.” Grace smiles, oblivious to how close Steph was to throttling her. Steph clenches her fists, nails biting into the meat of her palm. “I thought you'd be too scared to ask for help, so I just told everyone you know: your friends, your teachers, I even asked the elders of my church for advice. Someone eventually told me that you can't have kids because you were born with daddy parts, but I'm still so glad you're here.”

Steph is almost glad when she's pulled into another hug, because it means Grace can't see the murderous look that surely on her face. “Okay, that's enough contact.” a counselor shouts at them.

“Gee, thanks Grace.” Steph says through gritted teeth when they separate. She can practically feel the sarcasm dripping from her lips. “You really shouldn't have.”

“I know. But that's what friends are for. You know, it's kinda funny: you might not be… expecting, but apparently there's going to be someone attending camp this year who's”, she pauses, her voice dropping into a dramatic whisper, “pregnant.”

“What?” Steph blinks. Everyone knew about Pete already? Fuck. God, she needed to find him. She needed to be there before anyone could judge him. Could act like any of this was his fault. “How do you know?”

“Apparently one of the counselors heard the Jerries talking about it. I guess they've had to make a bunch of accommodations cause she's really far along. We get to help her rehabilitate from her… promiscuous past. That way she can raise her baby in the light of God.”

Steph had to bite her tongue in order to stop herself from correcting Grace's use of ‘she’; it wasn't worth it. Instead she went to ask who the ‘Jerries’ were, only for Grace to grab her arm, declaring that they needed to unpack so they could get to the welcome festivities. She didn't notice the figures rushing towards the entrance, or how everyone was now staring at the pregnant teen who now stood at the welcome table.

-

“First and last name?” A counselor asks Pete, never bothering to look up from his clipboard. He swallows, looking around for Steph. They'd agreed to meet at the entrance and check in together; yet she was seemingly absent. Part of him wanted to look for her, but the counselors made it clear that they didn't want any mingling between campers. So here he was, checking in without her.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “I.. ugh. Peter. Spankoffski.” The counselor's eyes snap up towards him. Or more specifically towards his stomach.

“I- yes you are.” He says, eyes never leaving Pete's bump. As if sensing the tension, the baby chooses that exact moment kick hard enough to make Pete grunt in discomfort. That seems to spring the other counselor into action; he stands up, nudging another counselor who sits frozen and rushes to speak. “I need to go turn in my sheet in to my boss, but my colleague here can help check you in.”

Pete nods, suddenly aware of all the eyes on him. He adjusts his bag and turns towards the other counselor. “So, can you help me?”

“R-right. Peter S-sp… Peter S. Here you are.” He swallows and checks off his name. He makes quick work of checking his bags, confiscating the candy bars in his bag.

“I need those for my blood sugar.” Pete tries to protest.

“We have raisins. They're nature's candy.” The counselor seems to want to continue, but he's interrupted by two figures approaching. They're a man in a woman, both clad in that dumb ‘Virginity Rocks’ shirt that everyone was wearing. The man grins at him and Pete can't help but notice that his smile doesn't meet his vacant blue eyes. The woman, with her hair in pigtails in what Pete can only assume is some vain attempt to appear youthful, stares at him in something akin to pity.

“Go take your break, Elijah. We'll take it from here.” The counselor- Elijah- doesn't hesitate in scurrying away. The man turns to him, that smile widening slightly. “So you're the famous Peter. We've heard all about you.”

“We're so happy to have you here.” The woman adds, eyes fixated on his bump.

Pete nods, lips forming a thin line. “Yep, that's me. Peter Spankoffski.” They both seem to falter at his last name, blinking in stunned silence. Pete can't figure out why they would be shocked that he introduced himself, then it hits him: Jesus Christ, the prudes thought his name was too sexual. 

Then, as quickly as it came, the silence fades and the man jumps right back into action. “Well, it's nice to meet you, S-Man!” He says, then his eyes flick down to Pete's belly and he adds. “And company.”

“Yeah. Nice to be here.” Pete mumbles.

“I'm Jerry, spelt J-E-R-R-Y, head counselor and youth pastor here at Camp Idontwannabang. And this is my co-head counselor and youth pastor Jeri, spelt J-E-R-I. I know that might be a little confusing, so you can just call us Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri. Everybody does.”

Pete nods, wishing he could do anything to get out of this situation. He looks around, still no sign of Steph. “Right.”

“Mayor Lauter called ahead and told us all about your…. predicament. And I just want you to know that we have taken lots of measures to ensure your comfort here.”

“And you know Peter, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I know it must be so scary being a teen m-father, but I can promise that none of us here at Camp Idontwannabang will judge you for your past. We're so proud that you've managed to free yourself from the shackles of premarital sex. Even if it was too late to miss any… Side effects entirely.” Girl Jeri places a hand on his shoulder, her voice like Splenda. Cloyingly sweet, but too fake to be sugar.

She looks like she wants to say more, but Elijah returns before she can. “Your camp uniform.” He says, handing Pete a stack of blue cotton shirts.

“I…” Pete holds up the shirt in question. There was no way it would cover his stomach. “These are too small.”

Elijah shrugs. “Those are the size listed on your paperwork.” He states before walking away again.

Pete turns back to the Jerries. “I can't wear these.” They had to have some back ups, right? There was no way they would let him walk around in a shirt that could pass as a bra at abstinence camp. Right?

Girl Jeri’s lip pouts dramatically and Pete already knows the answer. “I'm sorry, but we don't have any bigger sizes.”

“You should have sent in a bigger size on your form. That way we could have prepared.”

“Mayor Lauter filled out those forms. Not me.” He tries to explain.

Boy Jerry only shakes his head. “Well I suppose you'll just have to make do. Beggars can't be choosers.” He clasps a hand on Pete's back, guiding him towards a cabin. “Now we've made some accommodations for you and your… special guest.”

“We know you won't be able to do some of the more physical activities but, we've prepared a special class on motherhood for you and the other girls to take. Not that you're a girl of course.” Girl Jeri assures him.

“We respect your right to be a father instead of a mother, S-Man!” Boy Jerry adds. “If you can't tell, we're a progressive ministry.”

“Gee, how amazing.” Pete deadpans.

“Now you'll be here until the end of the summer, or until you go into labor. At which point you'll be taken to the hospital. And then you can go home to be with your baby.” Girl Jeri explains. “So if you feel any contractions , just get one of us and we'll call for emergency services.”

“Ok. If that's all, can I go to my cabin?”

“That's the other thing.” Boy Jerry says, leading him towards a cluster of blue cabins. “We thought you might be a little more comfortable with some privacy in your condition.”

“So we decided to convert one of the solitary cabins into a private cabin just for you!” Girl Jeri explains as they reach their destination.

The blue cabin is old and clearly hasn't been used in quite some time. But that's not what gets Peter's attention. No, it's the sign right of the door that reads ‘GOMORRAH’ in blocky paint. He turns to Boy Jerry and raises an eyebrow.

“It's one of our solitary cabins so it doesn't get used as much. But we figured that you wouldn't want to be surrounded by other campers asking what it was like when you got pregnant.” He explains. Pete knows it's a lie. They don't want my sluttiness to infect the others, he thinks.

“Right.”

“Well, we'll leave you to settle in. Feel free to join us whenever you're ready, S-Man. And welcome to Camp Idontwannabang.” Jerry calls as he leaves, presumably going to file paperwork or greet campers, or to shame teenagers for wanting to do anything more than look at a girl. Girl Jeri lingers for a moment, her eyes dark as she stares at him in what could only be described as devastation. Then her lips spread into that fake smile once again and she leaves without so much as a goodbye.

Pete watches her leave before shaking his head. She was probably just so sad that pete dared to be a pregnant teen in public. Clearly she thought he was going to seduce all the innocent souls of the campers. He sighed. Time to unpack.

-

Pete leaves the cabin an hour later, clad in a too-small blue shirt, with one mission in mind: locate Stephanie. A mission made all the harder by everyone staring at him. Clearly, news of a pregnant camper had spread. Well, he'd known this was going to happen; he had to just suck it up and deal with it. And so, he took a deep breath and marched outside his cabin, ignoring the stares pointed his way.

Luckily, he didn't have to go far to find Steph. He'd barely taken 3 steps outside when she came barreling into view, pulling him into a tight hug. “Pete!”

“Hey.” He greeted, finally relaxing for the first time all day. “I was just about to look for you.”

“I wanted to wait for you but Grace fucking Chasity decided to give me a personal tour of camp. You know that she's the one who started the rumor that I was pregnant? God I hate that nerdy prude.”

“Sounds like her. She probably doesn't even know what trans means.”

Steph laughed. “She thinks I have a birth defect that gave me a penis. Which like, she's not wrong.”

Pete laughs at the joke and hugs her. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I've missed you too.” Steph cups her hand over his bump. “How are you both feeling?”

“We're both okay. Don't worry.”

“I'm always going to worry about you Pete.”

He wants to kiss her, to tell her how much he loves her, but they're surrounded and he knows the counselors would never allow it. “I love you.” He risks saying.

She looks ready to kiss him, but they're interrupted by a voice over the PA system telling everyone that the welcome meeting was starting, and to please head to the stage area that you. Pete sighs and offers her a hand. “Sit with me?” He asks.

“There's no one else I'd rather sit with.” Steph takes his hand. They sit down in a set of chairs towards the back, and Pete briefly wonders why they were all called together.

His questions were answered when the Jerries walk out on stage wearing matching mics. They perform a cringey song about not having sex that Pete is luckily enough to to zone out during. He's also lucky to miss their sermon explaining exactly why abstinence was so important. In fact, it’s not until he hears Boy Jerry's voice explain, “Now, I know there’s some rumors circulating amongst you all, and I want to answer them.”, that he bothers to pay attention.

Pete pales as he continues to speak. “This year we have a very special camper with us. Now this camper hasn't always been abstinent, no. They've made some mistakes and they are paying for them. You see, this camper is pregnant.”

“But that won't stop us from loving them. Jesus teaches us to love all sinners.” Girl Jeri interrupts.

“You are right, Girl Jeri. You see this camper is ready to atone for their past and to learn our ways. Which is why I’d like to welcome Peter Sp… Peter S. to the stage! Get on up here S-Man!”

Peter isn't sure whether it’s horror or anger that fills him as the entire crowd of counselors and campers alike turn and stare at him, but whatever it is turn him to ice. Without thinking he stands and looks towards the stage.

“Come join us Peter!” Girl Jeri says.

He looks back to Steph: she's already out of her seat, ready to face whatever ridicule he’s about to experience alongside him. He can't let that happen. So Pete shakes his head. “I'll be ok.” He whispers and squeezes her hand.

Slowly, like moving through molasses, he makes his way to the stage. It feels like a nightmare: the crowd staring at his every move, the silence, the ill fitting clothing. But still he trudges forward, knowing that if he falters Steph will do something they'll both regret. He steps onto the stage and nods at the Jerries.

“Hi.” He says, voice tense.

“Welcome!” Girl Jerry passes him a mic. “Why don't you tell us about yourself.”

“Well my name is Peter Spankoffski,” A murmur rushes through the crowd at his name. “I'm 17, and I'm pregnant.”

“And what do you think of camp?”

“It's a nice camp.” He says, lying through his teeth. “Everyone is so… welcoming.”

“Of course we are.” Boy Jerry laughs. “Now how far along are you? 9 months?”

“6.” Pete clarifies. “I'm due at the end of the summer.”

“Wow. I thought you were further along, judging by the state of your shirt.” Boy Jerry grins. Soft laughter ripples through the crowd and Pete's face flushes in embarrassment. “Now, what is it like being pregnant?”

“I… Well, the morning sickness has finally ended. So that's nice. I'm pretty sore right now, but that's just cause the baby is kicking a lot. And I have to pee a lot now. ”

“Wow. Nausea, soreness, and frequent urination.” Girl Jeri exclaims. She turns towards the campers. “You see why abstinence is so important?”

“And that's before the baby is born.” Boy Jerry jokes.

Pete bristles at the comment. “Well it's not all bad. The baby has started kicking, and it's nice to feel them. I like knowing they're ok.”

The crowd gives a soft awe at his answer and Boy Jerry frowns. Then he takes a deep breath and turns back towards Pete.

“Perhaps, you could tell everyone how this happened?”

Pete blinks, “Excuse me?”

“Well,” Boy Jerry gives him a toothy that Pete briefly considers punching off his face, “you're clearly the most experienced person here. I thought you could impart a little wisdom on your fellow campers. That way they fully understand the dangers premarital sex.” He says that last bit in a whisper, as if actually speaking the words will cause him to burst into flames.

Pete swallows. “So, just to be clear, you want me to tell you how I got pregnant?” He can't keep the bitterness out of his voice as he speaks.

“We just want to support you, Pete.” Girl Jeri interrupts in a cloyingly sweet voice. “You're a victim of society's pressure for teens to have sex. This is a safe space to share.”

He looks around at the faces of his fellow campers: Grace Chasity sits up front and smiles at him like she's not the reason he's here in the first place. Steph is in the back, worrying her lip so much Pete is half convinced it'll bleed soon. He can tell she's blaming herself for this; like he wasn't just as eager of a participant as she was. Like they were excited to parent together. He looks down, the ‘Virginity Rocks’ stretched thin across his chest in sharp contrast with his swollen belly. It was already too tight, despite being the biggest size they had, and was only going to get tighter. He realized distantly that he's going to wear this shirt all summer.

And something in him snaps.

“Well I'm a virgin.” He shrugs.

“What?”

“I'm a virgin.” Pete lies through his teeth, “It was an immaculate conception; a kind and generous angel visited me in my sleep and when I woke up, poof.” He gestures to his belly.

The crowd breaks into excited whispers at his words. Girl Jeri begins ushering him off stage, muttering under her breath. He knows he'll probably pay for it later, but it's worth it for Pete to see that look of fury on Boy Jerry's face.

And then everyone goes silent as a voice rings out. “JUST LIKE MOTHER MARY!”

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A/N: What's this? Hatchetfield-Omegaverse posting something that isn't Omegaverse? Well I know I took a really unexpected hiatus there and I wanted you all to see what I've been working on, even if it isn't Omegaverse. I hope you all enjoyed this! As always, thank you for reading and please feel free to tell me what you think in the comments! Shoutout to my lovely co-authors Spoons and Pizza and helping me write this!

This is a sequel to Tear Down My Reason by Calmly Chaotic and What An Ass, What A Bitch, What A Cuck by Calmly Chaotic and mars_of_the_stars, and i highly recommend you read them. They're amazing fics.

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@forever-forgotten-angel

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Can I please have an imagine where fem!reader is an original member of the glee club and her and Quinn are obviously pining after each other. The glee club gets tired of it and hatches a plan to get them together. It works and they end up together. Just fluffy please?

Quinn x Reader

"We HAVE to do something about them..." Santana groans out. "Those goo-goo eyes are making me sick."

The New Directions were having a meeting about their resident starstruck lovers. You and Quinn have been dancing around each other since Glee Club started two years ago and it was infuriating everyone.

"It's a wonder how they don't know how the other feels," Kurt mentions with a sigh. "If I had eyes burning into my soul, I'd notice."

"To be fair," Tina pipes in. "Quinn did date around a lot for a bit." Mike nods in agreement.

"Yeah, that's bound to give some mixed signals."

"Then what excuse does Q have!?" Santana all but yells at the others. "The last thing she should be worried about is a little gay panic after everything."

There's a grumble of agreement that echoes in the choir room. It lasts for a bit before Artie chimes in with an idea.

"Well, let's help them get together then? Like set them up on a blind date together?" Mike shakes his head.

"No. Y/N won't date anyone else. She feels like it wouldn't be fair to want someone while dating another."

A few more ideas get thrown out and denied until Rachel has an epiphany.

"Let's do a duet week again and match them together! Force them to work together and before you know it, they'll finally confess." The others start getting into the planning method.

"Gotta be a love song theme." Sam says. "Otherwise they could do something like 'The Boy Is Mine'."

"We'll have to make sure they're paired together." Mercedes piped in. "Maybe the hat of fate, but just put one of their names as every choice. We'll choose our own partners."

Everyone excitedly continues to plan. It was fool-proof. It has to work. Hopefully, Mr. Schue was willing to at least let them take charge of this.

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The next Glee meeting arrives and everyone, including you and Quinn, are waiting for your teacher to make an appearance. You keep glancing over at Quinn, getting a glimpse of the girl you've been pining for for years. She seems unfazed, talking to Santana and Brittany. You smile at how at ease she seems and you're happy that her life has mellowed out for the time being.

"Alright team!" Mr. Schue greets as he walks into the choir room. "This week, we're doing another duet assignment."

Everyone cheers at the news. It takes a second for their teacher to calm everyone.

"And this time, I'm gonna get you guys choose your partners... Within a time limit." He takes out a stopwatch and sets the timer to ten seconds.

"Ready?" Everyone is poised. They all knew who to go to.

"Set?" The kids hover in their chairs.

"Go!"

Almost immediately, everyone sits back down, grabbing the person next to them. That left you and Quinn to be the only ones standing in confusion.

"And there we go! Good job everyone." Mr. Schue continues on with the assignment, leaving you and Quinn baffled.

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"We need to pick a song, Quinn..."

The two of you were sitting in your room, sitting separately as you both go through various songs on your respective phones. While you were thrilled to have Quinn as a duet partner, the blonde was fighting you on which song to choose.

"I know, I know," the blonde sighs. "I just don't like any of these."

You throw your hands up in frustration. "There has to be something. We're losing rehearsal time."

Quinn just sighs and flops back on your bed. She steals one of your pillows and hugs it tight. You just lean back in your chair and poke at your keyboard. There was a potential to get even closer to your crush, but it seemed like it was wasted. Little did you know, Quinn felt the same way.

The sound of piano notes fills the room as you start playing randomly, eventually starting "Rewrite the Stars." It didn't take long before you were singing along.

I know you want me

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

So don't tell me our hands are tied.

Quinn smiles as she listens. Your voice was always one of her favorites and it was never tiring to listen to. She sits up, the pillow still in hand, before joining into the next verse. It's your turn to listen and you nearly swoon at the soft tones of her voice. It doesn't take long for you two to get into the song. Soon enough, you've abandoned your keyboard and are dancing with her. When you're both at the end of the song, you're face to face, staring at each other. Quinn doesn't seem to want to sing her last lines.

"I..." Quinn hesitates for a moment, searching your eyes, before leaning forward and placing her lips against yours. You sink into the feeling, making the most of it in case this was a fleeting fancy.

When you part, your eyes are still closed, unwilling to leave the dream. But when you do, you see hazel eyes staring right back at you. You can't help but gasp at the emotion in them.

"This... Isn't an 'in the moment' thing, right?" You tentatively ask. "Because if it is, I don't think I can take it."

Quinn lets out a soft laugh and shakes her head. "No. It's not an 'in the moment' thing. I really like you, Y/N. A lot. For a long time now." You just blink in response.

"Really? I've had feelings for you for years." A stupid smile spreads on your face. "I didn't think you felt the same because of all the... Others."

The blonde sits back on your bed and you follow suit. "They happened because I thought it would help me get over you. They didn't."

"So... We've been pining over each other."

"Yup."

There's a beat of silence before you both have an epiphany.

"Oh my God," you groan. "The rest of the Glee Club..." Quinn buries her face into her hands.

"They set us up..."

The blonde then shoots her head back up with a smirk.

"So when I sing that last line during our performance..." She eyes you mischievously.

You answer her with a wide grin.

[fox-daddy]

Mc x non main Li;

I have no idea if I'm allowed to post twice but I wanted to make sure it got posted on time so I did them with their main Li first instead of putting them all together. This is them with their non main Li's. So the ones I ship them with but not as much as their 'main' routes. Only two are missing and that's because for one reason or another I don't ship them. Anyway enjoy.

Kyle;

Portia;

(Kyle:4'4/Portia:5'1)

Meeting would be fun as Kyle is one of the few people who is not just shorter than Portia just above her shoulder. They would've quickly gotten along with Portia's high energy but friendly nature and Kyle's friendly nature and equally high energy.

Their relationship would be double trouble. Both of them getting into trouble both magical and not. Especially during Portia's upright with Kyle having experience even if forgotten from working on pirate ships so their relationship having a lot of travel would be nothing but positive for Kyle as he and Portia spend a lot of their time together joking and having fun. While also knowing when things get serious they can both focus and rely on eachother.

Muriel;

(Kyle;4'4/Muriel;6'10)

If Muriel is scared to hurt 'normal' sized person you can imagine how he feels meeting someone as small as Kyle. Kyle however is quick to pick up on the fact Muriel won't hurt him from the way Muriel holds himself to hide some of his height.

They would probably have a funny relationship, small more hyper one and the big monotone one. Their relationship would be quiet sweet with Kyle doing his best to show Muriel the fact he's allowed to want things and to enjoy things. Trying to show Muriel the nicer things to life without pressuring him to enjoy everything. As he just enjoys having Muriel around and doing stuff with him. For Muriel having someone sweet who doesn't mind quietness is nice even if Kyle's small height scares him.

Lucio;

(Kyle;4'4/Lucio;5'10)

I would not be surprised if Lucio's first reaction to Kyle is to try manipulate before quickly realizing that isn't going to work. Kyle would probably see Lucio as someone to be weary of but also curios in.

Overall their relationship would be more interesting with Kyle definitely being the moral compass and Lucio being the muscle. With that said Kyle would definitely also party with Lucio between jobs making sure not to spend all their money of course. Between jobs and travel is parties and not destructive fun.

Hunter;

Asra;

(Hunter;5'4/Asra;5'8)

I'm going to assume Hunter is the Mc for Asra. Meeting Asra would be able to see through Hunter as being more similar to the moon, using their loud party energy to hide something. Hunter would see Asra as almost proof for what their adoptive aunt was trying to teach them.

Their relationship is pretty calm, while at first Hunter isn't thrilled with physical affection over time and gentle touches they start to really enjoy soft cuddles in the morning and while drinking tea. Along with Asra helping them with their shorter temper, not that it stops them from playfully playing along with any flirt off or silly game Asra comes up. Especially having grown up around Muriel Asra knows just because they have a more stirn exterior it doesn't mean their above playing along occasionally, although it is much easier to get Hunter to play along then Muriel.

Lucio;

(Hunter;5'4/Lucio;5'10)

uh no, Lucio would've liked Hunter right away because assertive and loud remind you of someone? Hunter would've thought Lucio was slightly annoying due to his whining but intresting.

While Hunter has a better moral compass than Lucio they would still get into a lot of trouble together. Hunter not afraid of bar fights and letting Lucio beat up an asshole or two if they encounter any. Although Hunter usually tries to make sure Lucio is in the right so they don't get thrown out, might even get a free drink depending on what's happening and who their beating up. For the most part they take bounties and roam around. Similar to Hunter's entire teenager phase but this time with a lover.

Bluebell;

Nadia;

(Bluebell; 6'4/Nadia:5'10)

First meeting would be fun since Bluebell would be immediately intimidated by Nadia and reflectively try and avoid being her main focus. Nadia would probably pick up on that quickly seeing Bluebell as soft spoken and skittish. (lowkey have no idea how they would get into a relationship but if they did.)

Where with Kyle and Nadia it's easy to assume Nadia is taking full charge while Kyle is actually keeping close notes. With Bluebell and Nadia this is true. Bluebell is there to support Nadia and while having her there helps give them enough courage to be on stage their not about to say anything during debates and is more than happy to let Nadia look after that. However, that isn't to say that Bluebell let's Nadia do everything that isn't true while in public eye they don't say much in private they act both as a good ear for Nadia to bounce ideas with but also at reminding Nadia that she can't do everything alone and should ask people if she needs something. Also acts as a good reminder to take breaks since given the chance Bluebell would also work themselves into the gave trying to do everything. (less out of the need to do everything themselves and more out of the need to get everything done.)

Asra;

(Bluebell; 6'4/Asra; 5'8)

pretending either cannon is different or Bluebell isn't Mc they would probably meet Asra while borrowing (stealing) one of Lucio's animals to give it proper medical attention. Asra would probably think Bluebell is interesting and Bluebell would probably be scared Asra is actually a guard or worse someone in standing with Nadia/Lucio.

Cuddles, so many cuddles. With Asra being more introverted and Bluebell being shy I could see them traveling a fair bit even as the Mc it wouldn't take much to convince Bluebell to join them on a trip. Especially if it's somewhere with mythical animals, as Bluebell has a way with animals and Asra has a way with magic and animals. Overall their relationship would be gentle and sweet.

Julian;

(Bluebell; 6'4/Julian;6'4)

First meeting depending on if Bluebell was Mc or not. If Mc it would be them freaked out by Julian having broken in and Julian being too focused on finding Asra/getting answers/being dramatic to realize. Bluebell seeing him as loud and dramatic. If not Mc their first meeting would probably be Julian catching Bluebell borrowing (stealing) one of Lucio's animals so they can give it medical treatment. Having the exchange of 'I never saw you if you never saw me'

Relationship wise they're both workaholics by nature so they'd probably have to force eachother to take a break and sleep. With Julian being a dr and Bluebell having trained as a dr but now working as a vet they understand medical stuff a lot more than the average Mc. Julian is able to push Bluebell to be more sociable without the expectation for them to become extroverted like him and Bluebell reminds Julian that he's worth taking care of, even when he feels like he isn't. Aside from with Portia I could see them having one of the most domestic lifestyles. Bluebell getting home before Julian and making dinner, them cuddling and eating, them both doing some late work together and then each of them forcing the other to go to bed so they can wake up early the next day, have breakfast and go to work. With their days off being a mix of going to the rowdy raven and running around the streets having fun with each-other.

Portia;

(Bluebell; 6'4/Portia;5'1)

Their first meeting would be interesting with how shy Bluebell is in general. So I could see it going with Portia chatting with Bluebell and them listening closely and only occasionally replying. With Bluebell being amazed at how positive and bubble Portia is and Portia curious about what secrets they're hiding behind their quiet exterior.

They would actually have an interesting dynamic someone who sees themselves as the secondary character and someone who would love nothing else than to be the background character. Bluebell showing Portia that she is the main character in their mind brave, smart and kind and Portia showing Bluebell that even if they don't think their brave, bravery is different things to different people and just being there is brave.

Muriel;

(Bluebell;6'4/Muriel;6'10)

I actually have a meeting for them where Bluebell would be doing checks on the wildlife species, making sure local species are thriving. When Bluebell runs into Muriel while in the woods would notice Muriel's connection to nature and ask for help with it explain it's to help the forest. While sceptical Muriel would help and slowly realize that their just keeping numbers for local species and them explaining they do it twice every year to track them and eventually showing Muriel the data on how some species numbers were going down with migrations then up and how others stay stable year round.

Their relationship would slowly grow with Bluebell spending more time around the woods and Muriel slowly growing used to having Bluebell around. With Bluebell's and Muriel's quiet nature they wouldn't speak a lot but would grow more comfortable around each-other. With Bluebells magic being focused around healing would help Muriel relax a bit as it becomes clear Bluebell really isn't a fighter and can't fight, seeing their connection to animals and determination to help them as sweet. While Bluebell would try and show Muriel they deserve more while also letting him do what he wants with no expectation for him to become comfortable with humans. Rather showing their care through making him food and small items. A chunk of their relationship would be giving small gifts like food and small carvings and quiet time together sharing a deep interest in nature and protecting the forest.

[thegeminisage]

readers i am so thrilled to report that tng this evening absolutely ATE. i thought tng was bad but as it turns out tng is good sometimes??? we did "a matter of honor" and "the measure of a man" which are proof of fucking concept: tng CAN BE GOOD!!!

a matter of honor: this is the first time i've been really, really fond of riker. his go-with-the-flow attitude is fantastic. yeah i'll wear the slut costume on the woman planet. sure i'll eat these worms to please the klingons. absolutely i will fuck two of their women at once. good for him. i get it now. I GET IT NOW. he is not only down to fuck is is down to do any and everything. when it rome. so true, buddy. he would've eaten those worms in the conspiracy episode fr

i was just noting how pleased i was that wesley only basically had secondary lines this season ("aye sir" and the like) when they called him to the transport room, but luckily it was just to be racist to that one guy...like, it was stupid, but obviously they were just explaining why they were re-using the prosthetic which turned it around into being funny

picard turning his nose up at the klingon food. WHAT A LIMP NOODLE OF A MAN. IF RIKER CAN EAT IT YOU CAN EAT IT. kirk would've eaten it. don't worry i'm only ragging on picard for this episode he's gonna get his time

whatever worf and riker had going on in this episode was gay. ok gayboys!

riker on the klingon ship...chefs kiss...he was so good. effortlessly parrying the challenge to his authority. conniving to become captain. the word phrase "who's your daddy now" may have been uttered by one or both parties during these scenes, among incredulous laughter. i can't believe he had it in him.

oh and HOW can we forget the klingon women. i actually forgive them for not only the threesome joke but also the breastfeeding joke because they were: fucking hilarious, actually, and felt more like they were punching down at riker instead of women. also i now 100% believe he is prepared to fuck his way through any given spaceship at any time and GOOD for him.

the measure of a man: FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD

still flying high on the endorphins of riker doing All Of That we got to view the poker game, which is apparently the first of many. it was wonderful. i loved data's little visor

episode started to drag when picard's lawyer ex turned up (toscore) bc i dont (didnt?) care about him or his love life, but when maddox showed up i was on high fucking alert bc i knew the name but couldnt remember why

LISTENNN every time he called data an it i gasped. i did call him a bitch several times in a row sorry to catherine. i knew obviously that data was going to be fine but i went on this ENTIRE journey

where do i even start. data resigning rather than submitting to the procedure, his goodbye party, his goodbye to geordi specifically AND THEY SHOULD HAVE HUGGED, augh augh augh

i think it was dumb to make will be the prosecuter if he wasn't going to more actively convey his regret to the audience. all of his goodwill from the klingon ship episode was used up sooo quickly especially when he used data's off button. data doesn't like that!!!!!

i did LOVE however the conversation picard had with guinan...which is bonkers bc apparently it was a last minute addition. but her like oh yeah they're gonna make more datas. entire generations of disposable people and his lightbulb going on OH YOU MEAN SLAVERY and she's like no thats a little harsh and hes like ACTUALLY NO IT ISN'T. it was so good. for the first time tng excelled at something that tos doesn't - like it wasn't too on the nose or pointed the way grand speeches in tos were. it was JUST subtle enough and coming from a black woman who is on tng because of the black woman in tos legitimized it in a way that it couldn't have been as much if, say, picard had come to it on his own. david cage WISHES

PICARD'S EXAMINATION OF MADDOX AND SPEECH IN THE COURTROOM. DID YOU GUYS KNOW HE COULD ACT? hey. did anyone know patrick stewart can act??? he was so fucking pissed off this whole episode and it was kind of nice but like did you guys KNOW he could ACT. when he got in maddox's fucking face about it. GO the fuck OFF i have been waiting and WAITING for him to do this

i loved data's packing things coming back, esp his hologram of tasha yar...she literally took his virginity lol i miss you queen

"does data have a soul? i don't know. i don't know that i have" I LOVE WHEN STAR TREK IS ATHEIST

data forgiving maddox in a sense at the end and maddox switching to calling him he...EYE certainly don't forgive maddox but his shock was so good. realizing something you thought was an inanimate object was like, alive.

also i really like that he forgave riker...i was so relieved they had a scene at the end together and so moved that data could find compassion for him after everything he did that EYE forgave riker...data is genuinely the most loving soul wtf i'd fucking die for him. anyway that made me well up a little bit. what a great episode 10/10 this is gonna be my first "must see" i think

ok! next i do "the dauphin" on my own and then tomorrow we do "the contagion" together