#girly keeps catching strays

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people are arguing on twt over whether Mikasa or Historia understands Eren the best, when the clear answer is Armin

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Hii! I love your lads fics so so much. They are simply soo good ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ i wanted to make a request if its okay with ya! As a person who loves cilantro and spicy food (I'm also a caleb and sylus girlie loll)

What if lads boys with a reader who likes the food they don't like.. how would they deal with it? XD

Eating Food They Hate- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader genre: fluff fluff + silly a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you so much my angel MWAH i hope i did your request with justice ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ the way i would gladly eat all the carrots in the world so zayne would never have to see a carrot again and ik sylus would be sick of my ass bc i love eating spicy food .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

xavier always looks at your food suspiciously. your plate is always piled with vegetables and fruits and there was nothing unusual about that—except, it lacked meat. is it possible for a meal to be satisfying with little to no meat?

as you settle into your seat, ready to dig in, he shifts uneasily in front of you. “are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to eat?” his gaze flickers from you to your plate.

you nod, a little puzzled. “yes, i’m sure”

however he wasn’t convinced. you can always expect him to slip an extra plate beside yours or set aside a few pieces of meat that he knows you’ll enjoy, just in case. “here,” he offers, “take some of mine if you’d like. protein is good for you. it’ll help you grow strong and maybe you’ll even catch up to my score with the wanderers.”

Zayne:

zayne would never tell you not to eat vegetables. they’re good for you so why would he discourage you from doing so? he understands their nutritional value and benefits for your health. however you would never catch this doctor eating carrots.

every time carrots are found on his plate, you can always count on him to pick it off and place it neatly on your plate with a look of mild distaste crossing his face. he doesn’t understand why you enjoy eating them but he is grateful he isn’t wasting any food and that he doesn’t have to eat it.

as you pick up the gross orange vegetable to your mouth, zayne can’t bear to watch. he turns away every time as if the very sight of you chewing the most vile vegetable on the planet was too much to bear for him.

Rafayel:

simplicity enhances beauty. he tells himself that, trying to understand why you prefer to eat something as simple as a plain bland salad.

“cutie, do you want to try mine?” he asks, like he always does, holding the spoon out to you. of course, he would never push you to try anything new if you were feeling picky, he would understand and wouldn’t insist.

however, this doesn’t stop him from taking small steps. little by little, he’ll offer you bites of simple, fresh foods, that are nothing too overwhelming but just enough to tempt your taste buds without straying too far from your comfort zone

Sylus:

sylus doesn’t understand what’s so appealing about eating anything spicy. most of the time, it feels like pain rather than just flavor. every bite seems to scorch his tongue, leaving nothing but discomfort behind.

after you’ve had your fill of spice, he’ll look after you— not that he minds, of course. he just worries about the long-term effects of eating too much spicy foods and hates to see you fight for your life on the toilet constantly.

he’ll remind you not to eat it so often. however if you manage to build a tolerance, he’ll occasionally pick up something spicy for you whether it was snacks or finding new places for you to try. he knows how much you love it. sometimes, he’ll even grab a spicy-sour combo that he plans to try with you. perhaps it isn't so bad to try a combo that has a mix of something you both like.

Caleb:

caleb hated cilantro. he hated it so much that when you were both children, he made up a story to keep you from eating it. he told you a story that if you ate too much cilantro, you’d turn into a tree and you would never be able to play with him again. of course, you grew up and stopped believing in his silly story but it still irked him that you actually grew to love cilantro.

maybe it was childish that seeing you enjoy it bothered him. maybe it was the fact that you, the one person he loves, grew to love the very thing he despised.

caleb would never lie to you, except when it came to anything cilantro related. whenever you asked him to make a dish with cilantro in it, you could count on him to whip it up, just without the cilantro. and if you ever asked him about it, he’d always respond with a sweet smile, “they ran out at the grocery store. sorry pipsqueak! try this instead, it’s way better.”

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ thank you as always to my beta reader @ilovemitsuya ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! Love And DeepSpace Masterlist, Pg.2

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Bittersweet ! 🎀

mdni <3 you’re here pt 6

series masterlist 💋

~ in which Ellie breaks up with you and you go a little crazy ~

ex! ellie williams x fem! reader , abby anderson x fem! reader

college au!

warnings: SMUT!!! angst, break up, cheating,cursing, toxic behavior, smut in future chapters, sexual themes<3 feminine and girly reader ,not proof read!!

taglist: pls comment if you want to be added! <3 @elliessweetheart @lonelyfooryouonly @vamp1reg1rrrl @autisticintr0vert @amsxdoll @addthespaghetti @hemmo01 @elliecoochieeater @to-the-stray-dogs @undercuver @teenagemoonharmony @velvetcakegirlie @kl1q @cirrusdoll @icedsimpsayo

“aww you and your little girlfriend got nicknames already?”

“will you ever just shut the fuck up??”

Ellie scoffed, mocking the way Abby said the sweet nickname through the speaker of your phone as you ended the call to open up the door, revealing Abby in all her glory, golden locks falling over her broad shoulders, still a little damp from the shower she took right after practice. She was wearing casual grey sweats and an obnoxious black prada tank top the shiny silver triangle on her chest caught your eye instantly, it fit her in all the right places, hugging her toned physique like a glove..fuck you’re drooling… you didn’t catch her Ocean eyes checking you out as well..shamelessly ignoring Ellie right beside you, taking in your deliciously smooth legs in those cute little shorts, you left little to no imagination in the victoria’s secret shirt you only buttoned right in the middle..you knew what you were doing..you had to

“missed me, sweetheart? hope Williams over there didn’t harass you too much”

she enjoyed the way Ellie’s face lit up in anger,blood rushed into her cheeks feeling threatened by Abby, she wanted to punch that disgusting grin out of her stupid face as she stepped into your apartment as if she owned it and pressed her lips on yours, giving you a sweet kiss, touching your waist where she did just a few minutes prior..still mad at herself for not catching you in your weakest moment..she thinks she might throw up if she has to see this any longer..the loss love of her life making out with her sworn enemy right in front of her definitely wasn’t on her 2024 bingo list.. maybe that was her karma for treating you like a worthless piece of garbage..

“i’ll kick her out just give me a second-“

you broke away from Abby’s kiss, not wanting to go any further before Ellie left entirely..but Abby’s eyes darkened..she seemed to have something else in mind…

“wanna show her who fucks you better?”

your eyes sparkled as you nodded eagerly

“fuck yes”

Ellie’s eyes widened as you walked up to her after whispering with Abby, she didn’t really give a fuck about what you were talking about until you grabbed her hands and forcefully dragged her into your once shared bedroom, pushing her into an armchair right in front of your bed without any time to react.

“be a good girl and stay put yeah? don’t fucking move..just keep your eyes on me”

you whispered in her ear as you unbuttoned your shirt in front of her, discarding all your clothes on the ground of your bedroom floor painfully slow until you were completely bare..Abby was doing the same in the background..goosebumps spread all over her body as the scene unfolded in front of her. Abby’s lips found yours again, she pushed you into the mattress positioning herself between your legs her rough hands traveled to your dripping pussy, she felt your clit pulsating on her fingertips

“fuck baby..you’re so wet for me wanna fuck you so bad”

she dipped two fingers inside your gaping hole..you hissed at the stretch of her thick fingers but you didn’t care for the pain you needed more..little whines escaped your lips as she began to hit your sweet spot with every move your eyes rolled behind your skull as you felt the familiar sensation of your orgasm building up only to be let down by her pulling her fingers out without a warning

“f-fuck you abby!”

slap!

you gasped as her palm collided with your cheek, the sting lingered on the reddened flesh of your pretty face..tears dared to spill out of the corners of your glossy eyes as she grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open with her thumb spitting on your tongue.

“don’t get bratty on me now,doll”

you swore you could’ve released an orgasm right there and then as you swallowed her hot saliva heavy mascara stained tears ran down your cheeks..Abby’s hand still firm on your jaw. Fuck you looked so fucked out already Ellie thought hypnotized by the way you whined and begged for Abby fuck she wished it was her you were screaming for instead..jealousy and anger built up inside her chest.

“m sorry Abby please fuck me please! need your cock so bad-!”

Abby couldn’t wait any longer, she forced your face down the fluffy sheets and lifted your ass up, mufflig your pathetic sounds,bending you the way she pleased..manhandling you like a rag doll. She took her time with strapping up, making you grow more impatient you felt like you were going to die if she didn’t fuck you now. You felt her heavy tip tease between your ass..sliding it up and down switching between your asshole and pussy lips as you were about to beg her to fuck you already she entered your sweet cunt..slamming her entire length inside cursing to herself as you arched your back and moved your hips to match her rhythm.

“ohmygod!! yesyesyes-! just like that don’t stop-“

you screamed even louder when she grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to look in Ellie’s direction as she fucked your brains out from behind..high on the delicious stretch of her thick length kissing your g spot over and over again…you chanted Abby’s name like it was the only thing you knew as you locked eyes with Ellie as if you were talking to her..”abby!- fuck you’re so good baby ‘m close-“you noticed her fighting with herself she wanted to hate this she really did but she couldn’t help it fuck she loved the way you sound..your pornographic moans were music to her ears, the way your ass bounced every time you met abby’s hips with obnoxiously loud and wet slapping noises had her mind spinning god you were such a desperate slut getting off on showing Ellie what she’s missing..and it turned her on so bad

“be a good slut and tell Ellie who’s better yeah? keep your eyes on her as you cum”

Abby’s demanding tone went right into your pussy, getting wetter every second, creaming on abby’s cock..fuck you were dripping on your sheets.

“yes-! only you can fuck me like this abby! best i’ve ever had oh-!”

your breath hitched as the sweet wave of release hit you, vision blurry but your eyes always trained on Ellie’s as you came down from the high of your orgasm. You whined as Abby pulled out slowly, missing being full of her already. She caressed your cheek and gave you a sweet kiss “sorry for being so rough,baby i’ll make it up to you” you wondered how she can fuck your brains out and then be the softest person ever like nothing happened. “don’t worry abs..loved it so much” you smiled as you captured her pretty lips again god you couldn’t get enough of her..

The way you acted like Ellie wasn’t still there was so infuriating, she wanted to make a scene and scream at you but abby would absolutely beat her to death if she did so she bit her tongue..she silently got up from her comfortable position on your arm chair and got ready to leave..cringing at the wetness between her legs. what the fuck did just happen? She thought as she threw on one of Joel’s old jackets, secretly hoping that you’d hit her up to join you some time..

“Ellie wait”

you called out for her as she was about to go through your door..have you changed your mind already? Yeah you probably did she thought.. she didn’t blame you though..you just can’t resist her can you?

“take your shit before you leave bye!!”

you shoved the cardboard box into her chest and pushed her out of the doorframe closing it in her face. damn…she couldn’t help but smile at the way you treated her..she liked you getting revenge on her, she liked that you were mean to her..it made her want you even more, no she needed you so fucking bad..you were the only thing running through her head right now..she didn’t even notice how her girlfriend had called her various times..texting her that she will be going to sleep because she felt sick..asking if she could stop by some pharmacy to get medicine to treat her nausea..but Ellie really didn’t give a fuck right now..she’ll take care of it tomorrow..now she needed to take care of something else..she got comfortable on Dina’s couch and rubbed herself on the thought of you..

fuck she cursed to herself..only you could make her cum like that

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Abby helped you change your bedsheets after several rounds..you needed to return the favor that’s the least you could do!..images of her pussy grinding on yours never leaving your mind..she made you feel so good how have you ever lived without her?

“what’s on your mind, babe?”

Abby asked, sneaking her arms around your waist hugging you from behind as she left small kisses on your neck. You wished you could stay like this forever..but you needed to get this out of your chest so you turned around, facing her now.

“I like you Abby..I love fucking with you but i want you to take me on dates. I want something real with you..i want everything of you..even though sex alone is really fucking good”

you joked at the end, brushing off the sudden nervousness that washed over you..Abby always had this effect on you she made you feel shy as if you were a school girl talking to her crush for the first time god you’re embarrassing get it together. Abby’s eyes softened as she grabbed your hands..they were so small compared to hers.. she kissed your wrists and took in the sweet scent of your perfume, pulling you into a warm embrace, leaving a tooth rotting sugary kiss on your forehead.

“you’re so precious,angel..i’ll give you all of me yeah? i promise to treat you like the princess you are..wanna be yours whenever you’re ready”

yeah..you could definitely get used to this…

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pt 7

[arias-diaryy]

Soft Underbelly

Nobunaga Hazama x Reader

Synopsis: The samurai has pride in keeping his prize safe (despite how terribly he’s doing it).

Warnings: yandere, fem reader, mentioned physical abuse.

3.4k words ... my first fic in a long while, big big big thank you to my beta reader who also came up with the synopsis lmfao

 Under normal circumstances, there would be a back and forth before bath time. 

Nobunaga’s working the third round of shampoo into your hair, grumbling under his breath when he still finds debris in your locks. Considerably less, given all the work he’s put in, but he still finds a stray leaf in your hair. He flicks it out of your head, brows furrowing. There isn’t any water in the tub, he’s just been rinsing you off over and over with the handheld showerhead.

It’s cold, and normally you’d be afforded the luxury of warm water. This time, Nobunaga was more interested in getting you clean rather than waiting for the water to heat up. You’ve been without clothes too many times in his presence to still feel overly embarrassed about it, though that doesn’t mean you’re comfortable about it. Nobunaga is crouched on the ground outside of the bathtub, washing you as if you were a labrador covered in mud. His sleeves still got water on them despite being rolled up to his elbows, and his hair is pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of the way. If he’s leered at you, you haven’t noticed. You’ve been desperate to avoid eye contact.

When he holds the showerhead up and over your body, the water runs down clearer than it did the last few times. There was dirt before, being washed away by the soap and pressure of the water. You and Nobunaga both internally cringed when the water ran red the first few times; you even moreso when the soap got into the cuts and scrapes littering your skin. He fussed over them, still does, you don’t expect anything less. Every cut he sees, he clicks his tongue and asks where it came from. “I don’t know” quickly becomes your default answer.

You wonder if he feels any bit vindicated, seeing you with blood and dirt under your nails, and twigs in your hair. All those “the outside world is too much for you” talks replay in your head, and your nails begin to dig into your palms out of frustration.

“Don’t do that.” Nobunaga says sternly, having caught the motion in his peripheral. You’re shaken out of your frustration, uncurling your hands. He’s perceptive enough to catch that, but not enough to realize that you want nothing to do with him? He furrows his brows a little more, his hands still in your hair and lathering it up with the shampoo. It smells like fruit, it smells girly. Juvenile, almost. 

“I’m not doing anything.” Nobunaga doesn’t say anything to you, removing his hands from your hair and grabbing the showerhead again. He makes a point of angling it more towards your face, and you flinch when the cold water hits you like a hard smack. You shut your eyes as the shampoo suds roll off your head and your face. One of his hands returns to your head, tousling up your hair and rinsing the shampoo out of it. The near icy water doesn’t help with your shivering, and you don’t think you’re in any position to be asking for hot water.

“I’m not a dog, I can bathe myself.” You say, halfway under your breath. Nobunaga might have rolled his eyes, but to do that, he’d have to momentarily stop looking at you, something he isn’t keen on doing.  “I didn’t say you were one.” He doesn't address your stewing emotions, no matter how clearly they’re scrawled across your face. You have half the mind not to respond with a snarky comment. 

There’s a pit in your stomach. There’s been one for quite a while. You assumed it was anxiety, but now you think it could also be an ulcer. Sometimes it gets so great that you think there’s really something wrong with you. Sizzling, contorting, creeping its way up into your chest. You felt it most in the first two weeks, and it’s waxed and waned since then. It’s spiked considerably from the moment Nobunaga found you again to now. It isn’t helped by the fact that you were expecting some sort of punishment; a sick retribution from him for trying to leave, and it has yet to come. 

…The fact that your escape lasted less than 6 hours probably has something to do with how he’s behaving. Oh, he’s annoyed, you didn’t need to be told. Though, you suppose he didn’t expend enough effort in finding you to truly be outraged. Nobunaga had found you in the woods behind the house, having yanked you out of the hollowed log you squirmed into. In the moment, it seemed like a good enough hiding spot, once you had the horrifying realization that he wasn’t that far behind you. For all the metaphorical and literal slaps on the wrist you got from him, you can’t be faulted for thinking he’d have more of a reaction to you trying to leave him.

In retrospect, it would have been smarter to travel alongside the road by the house and hitch hike. But wasn’t that too obvious? Nobunaga had been out of the house at the time of your escape, you didn’t know when he would come back. What would you say if the car he stole came driving down the road, and he saw you with your thumb out like a dumbass on the side of the asphalt? Plus, you thought you would’ve had a few days to make some distance. If you knew he’d be coming back tonight, you would’ve waited.

You’re pretty sure your previous comment wasn’t an invitation to conversation, yet Nobunaga begins talking anyway. “I can’t believe you, the one thing I told you not to do,” he chides. “and you didn’t even make it that far.” Nobunaga says it with a bit of humor, as if underneath his irritation, he finds this a little funny. Of course he does. Your hair feels like rubber with how much shampoo has been in it, and you despair internally when Nobunaga goes to put another dollop of it into your hair. “You’re lucky I found you before you got seriously hurt.” He scolds, roughy lathering the shampoo into your scalp one last time for good measure.

Despite it all, he’s still acting too flippant for your liking, you had expected him to… well, you aren’t sure. You’ve been on edge since before you even ran away, waiting for the eventual blow. Sure, he’s raised his voice at you and dragged you the whole way home, but you were still waiting for the worst of it. You thought he’d show his anger more, you did escape after all. The one thing he specifically forbade you to do.

(He also forbade you from locking doors and going near the stove without his supervision, but actually getting out of the house and making a break for it seemed more serious than any of the others). 

You shut your eyes to keep shampoo from entering them, but it’s too late. They sting almost immediately and you let out a small hiss of pain. So much for tear free. Nobunaga leans closer, pausing in his lecturing. “Are you crying?” He asks in a less stern tone of voice. “No!” You say, but you doubt he believes you. After all, you are tearing up. You blink a few times, and there’s tears in your eyes, which are now red and irritated. Nobunaga brings his hand closer to wipe your tears away, and you flinch. He grabs your upper arm to keep you in place, and you tense up more than you knew possible.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, and you don’t like the way he’s saying it. He’s talking to you like you’re a kid who got caught in a lie. “You got shampoo in my eyes!” “Uh huh.” Nobunaga hums, disregarding your declaration and wiping your tears away with his free hand. Your eyes are really red, he thinks. Maybe a drop of shampoo did get in them, though he remains unconvinced that you aren’t at least a little regretful for trying to run away from him. You aren’t that heartless. You go to rub at your eyes, and Nobunaga grabs your wrist to stop you. You flinch again, and he clicks his tongue in irritation.

“Would you stop being difficult?” Nobunaga says, taking a firmer grasp of your wrist to emphasize his point. “I’m not being difficult.” “You are, you’re acting like I’m going to hit you.” “Are you?” You ask, and Nobunaga only looks at you like you’re challenging him. “Should I?” 

You take a moment to respond. You can’t think of a smart answer, and although none of them feel outright wrong, none of them exactly feel right, either. “If I were you, I’d hit me.” It’s not a lie, if you were just half as deranged as Nobunaga, you probably would hit yourself. Nobunaga pauses for a moment, then laughs. As if it was some punchline to a joke. You aren’t as unsettled as you are relieved that he didn’t actually put his hands on you. At least he found it funny?

If you were him, you wouldn’t have deemed yourself worth the trouble. You would have gotten rid of yourself a long time ago, replaced yourself with another woman. One that looks similar enough to you, if appearances mattered. Yet everytime you would correct him, insist that you weren’t his girlfriend or anything of the sort, he’d wave you off and go on with whatever he was doing. You aren’t sure what he sees in you, it’s never stuck, no matter how many times he’s said it.

“You shouldn’t say things like that.” Nobunaga finally says. “I already said before, I don’t want to hurt you.” You want to roll your eyes. He’s the one who brought the topic up. Sure, it’s not like he ever punched you in the jaw or anything, but he has a knack for manhandling you every now and then. Nobunaga keeps on talking, not that you had a reply or anything further to add to the conversation. He’s back to being stern with you. “Don’t think you’re off the hook yet. I’m still mad at you. What you did was stupid.” “I know.” You mumble, avoiding his harsh glare.

“You’re not going to do it again.” He says, more firmly this time. With the same lack of energy, you reply “I won’t”. Nobunaga looks like he has more to say, but stays quiet. A distinct smell of smoke and burning food wafts through the hallway and into the bathroom. The food Nobunaga tossed into the oven an hour ago… 

He curses under his breath, his eyes going from the hallway to you. “Stay here.” He says, rising to his feet and leaving you in the bathtub alone, still with shampoo in your hair. You take it that it’ll take him a while to salvage dinner, so you take it upon yourself to finish your bath. You make sure to twist the shower handle to warmer water before taking the showerhead to get the shampoo out of your hair and eyes. The pit in your stomach hasn’t gone away, and the prospect of charred food for dinner isn’t easening your pain. You hadn’t spent long enough outside to be that hungry for Nobunaga’s culinary prowess, or lack thereof. 

-

There was zero chance of Nobunaga scrapping dinner to just order takeout. In fact, that chance most likely plummeted to the negatives given the stunt you pulled earlier in the day. Still, dinner wasn’t a total waste. You could eat around the burnt pieces of chicken, which were few and far between. The rice was stickier than you would’ve liked. You doubt Nobunaga would be letting you handle the cooking for a while, it’s practically a given that certain privileges would be rescinded. Temporarily, you hope, but rescinded nontheless. 

At least the vegetables came out fine.

Nobunaga sits down at the foot of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He looks over at you, laying flat on your back in bed with the blanket covering you. Your feet poke out from under the covers. Soft and warm, scratches on your soles. There’s a cut on the bottom of your left foot; it looks more like a thin slice of flesh was scraped clean off. Nobunaga can’t take his eyes off of it. He knows it’ll heal, but he can only run through all the different ways you garnered that injury.

He stares at your foot in his hand, brows furrowed. A sliver of him was impressed, perhaps a little endeared, that you were still clinging to this idea of not needing him. It was almost laughable, even more so given the state you were in when Nobunaga found you. Cold, exhausted, and hungry, you had somehow gotten two of your fingernails ripped off in the short time you were away from him. All that, and you had the gall to look at him as if he was somehow inconveniencing you by bringing you back home. You’d even tried to bite and scratch at him like some animal.

You really could be an ungrateful brat, sometimes. Maybe you were onto something about him hitting you. 

If anything, he’s only more convinced of how pathetic you are. Endearingly so, but pathetic nonetheless. You deserve an achievement for managing to scratch yourself up so much in a few short hours without him, truth be told. Not that he enjoys seeing the cuts on your body, but he does consider himself a little bit smart for not letting you have shoes of any kind, even ones for inside the house. You probably would have gotten much farther if you weren’t out there with just some thin socks.

Nobunaga shifts a little closer, gingerly taking your left ankle and foot in his hands. The foot with the nasty cut on the bottom. He didn’t want you picking at it or even looking at it, so he’d made sure to bandage it properly. If you were awake, you’d jolt like a spooked animal and try to kick at him. Though he’d always known you as a light sleeper, you don’t even stir when Nobunaga touches you. That’s good, he thinks. You need the rest. All that scrambling in the forest probably took out all of your energy.

Even looking at your sleeping face now, it’s hard for the samurai to imagine that just hours ago you were shrieking at him to let you go, to not bring you back home. He’d spent almost an hour painstakingly removing every splinter of wood caught in your feet and hands; all while you were squirming and trying not to kick at him reflexively. Another hour was spent getting the rest of you cleaned up. It’s almost like you’d prefer being out in the cold than being kept warm and safe with him. It’s so preposterous, he could almost laugh at the thought.

…Though, he can’t pinpoint any other reason for you acting out. Unless that’s just what it was, misbehavior for the sake of it. Maybe you wanted more attention? That seemed plausible to Nobunaga. He can’t imagine that you’re thrilled when he leaves your side to go on Troupe missions. When he returned, it was always to you looking miserable, only cheering up now that he returned to you.

(It was because he had a tendency to lock up the television remote in his absence to keep you from watching something he didn’t want you seeing, and the fridge almost never seemed to be stocked with actual food before he left you in your lonesome. He still hadn’t connected the dots).

(...Though the prolonged lack of human interaction did do a number on you, as well).

He knows that to some degree, this is his fault. He’s been too lenient with you, too soft. Uvo had made a passing comment once that it’d do him some good to instill some fear into you. Just a little, to keep you from misbehaving. Nobunaga let you talk back and maintain some independence, and you turn around and try to run away from him.

He gave you an inch and you tried to take a mile. If your ploy was really to get more of his attention, then you’d succeeded. Nobunaga can’t imagine not keeping a closer eye on you for the coming months. That, and he’d finally get around to putting some bars on the windows. His gaze lingers on you, on your foot resting in his lap. He wonders if you know how lucky you are, that it’s him who’s keeping you safe and not any other Troupe member. Someone like Feitan surely would’ve killed you, or at least made you wish you were dead. 

Nobunaga isn’t keen on taking a page out of Feitan’s book, though. He was generally averse to the idea of making you upset. He didn’t consider himself to be a bad man, one who hurts his woman. Sure, he’s killed more people than he can count and took great joy in it. He’s maimed women and children, and robbed people of all they had, all for the Spider. But that was different. It’s impersonal, and half of those people more or less deserved it anyway. Probably. Regardless, you escaping and making a run for it isn’t something he can brush under the rug, even if you totally failed.

A hot-head like Phinks, or even Uvo, would’ve broken your leg. Perhaps a bit excessive, you hadn’t made it far enough to warrant that in Nobunaga’s eyes. It’s like a part of you subconsciously didn’t want to go so far away. Like you wanted to be found. If you really hated him so much that you’d try to run away, surely you would’ve put some more effort into it. 

He could always just break your ankle, maybe both. Crude, brutish, almost, but that would get the point across. It wouldn’t be hard by any means. A flick of the wrist and it’d be done. Maybe he could wake you up before he does it, make you squirm a little. Perhaps you’d feel a fraction of the panic Nobunaga felt when he couldn’t find you anywhere; when he realized you’d ran away from him. 

The aftermath might be a little messy, but at least you wouldn’t be running away again. He could keep you like that for a few days, maybe you’d learn some appreciation then. It’d take Machi a while to get to his house anyway to fix you up properly. Maybe he wouldn’t even need her. You’d cry a lot, he’s sure. 

“What are you doing?”

Your voice, tired and having lost it’s previous bite, draws Nobunaga out of his thoughts. You’re still laying flat in bed, looking at him with your foot in his lap. You tense up, and he doesn’t miss the brief change in expression. You’re uncomfortable, and the man chalks it up to you being ticklish or something along those likes. Not that you ever claimed to be, but you always shyed away from his touch, always bit the inside of your cheek when he got close. Tensed up when his fingers brushed up against your neck or shoulders. It was cute.

Nobunaga doesn’t answer you right away, his thumb idly rubbing the skin of your ankle. It’s almost a soothing gesture. “Nothing, go back to sleep.” You retract your foot, and he lets you. He circles the bed, coming to the other side and getting in with you. You tense up, feeling Nobunaga slide in right next to you. You don’t move away, not that you had a chance to. Nobunaga presses himself against you, his arms wrapping around you.

You wince, being overwhelmed with his scent. In your brief time away from him, you’d enjoyed the smell of dirt and grass, and the wind hitting your skin. All things you never thought about too much, now feeling like luxuries. Your head is pushed into the crook of his neck, and the rest of you is too sore to do much about it. You suppose, if anything, that being in a warm bed is better than crawling into a log and trying to pretend the ants don’t bother you.

“You know I love you, right?” It’s something you’ve heard from him more times than you care to admit. You don’t say anything, only humming in acknowledgment. That isn’t enough, you know by now that he always wants an answer when he says he loves you. It sounds all too sincere, which ironically is the reason you hate hearing it. When he doesn’t hear a response, Nobunaga pinches your upper arm. So, to soften the blow of whatever’s in store for you tomorrow, you tell him what he wants to hear.

“I love you too.”

[luveline]

I don’t really have a request I just love anything you write💗 maybe something with girly!reader?

thanks lovely💗

Spencer wrings his hands behind his back, shifting from one foot to the other unhappily. He hasn't felt this nervous since he was young —his PhDs have acted as a shield for years now. Even if he doesn't know what to do, he physically cannot be stupid. 

He feels pretty stupid. Less when you look up, smile blinding and sticky with gloss. He's thought about how it would feel to kiss you before and he tries desperately to push the thought away now, his hands shaking where they're hidden. 

"Hey, Spencer Reid," you say, lightly teasing as you wave him toward you. "How are you?" 

"I'm good." 

"Yeah?" You gesture at the empty seat in front of you. "Are you having lunch?" 

The bureau cafeteria is less of a cafeteria in the kitchen sense and more of a staff room, though hot food is served at the very back. There are couches toward the patio of an outdoor area to the left. You sit at one of the tables near the doors. The air is cold around his ankles as he sits with you. 

"No, I– I came down for coffee, but the jug is empty." It's a bad lie. Luckily you have no idea that there's a kitchen in the BAU offices. "You're not?" 

You turn your laptop screen to him. "I ate my lunch at my desk. I'm just catching up with my show." Your laptop has stickers around the screen, silver shiny stars and tiny pink hearts that look like they're made of jelly. There's a closed bottle of nail polish resting near the keyboard. "And I'm gonna touch up my nails, too. They're always chipping." 

"They look perfect to me," Spencer says. 

You beam at him, beatific, so, so pretty, he could die. He might. "Thanks, honey. You'd look cute with painted nails, have you ever thought about it?" 

Spencer honestly forgets about his nails. He should take better care of them. He thinks about hiding them under the desk. "I don't think I could do it." 

"No one's good at it, at first. I'd paint them for you, if you wanted. I have a couple of things in my bag." 

Spencer's relieved to present freshly trimmed nails to you for painting. Your polish is a light blue colour, milky, and he assumes it'll be the one you use on him, but you decide to ruin his life, taking his hand into one of yours. You hold his fingers in a way that presents the nail as you brush cuticle oil around the edges of his nails with a small pen brush. You chatter as you do in your way, all sweet and gentle in mirror of your touch. 

He's proud of himself for keeping his cool. To have you touching him for so long, so kindly, to have your attention, it has him squirming with a mixture of pleasure and horror. He wants to be seen by you but he doesn't know if he likes what you're looking at. 

"You have really lovely hands," you say, using the tip of one of your nails to scrape stray wet polish off of his skin, "do you play piano?" 

"You can tell?" he asks. 

"Pianist's fingers," you say. "That's a thing, isn't it?" 

"I haven't played much since I was younger. I got distracted by other stuff." 

"Maths," you surmise. "And criminology?" 

Everything. He pushed away a want for human connection with books and education until it got too much. Even the wisest of honeybees will brave heavy rain for a beautiful flower, and that's sort of how he feels about you. He knows it's stupid, knows it's doomed, but he couldn't not try to speak to you. You're the prettiest girl he's ever seen, all your lip colours and shimmery eyeshadows, the chirpy way you talk, the earnestness of your please and thank yous. 

Your hands. The silver ring on your index finger dotted with tiny pink stones. Your bracelets. The smell of your perfume and your soft sweaters. 

"Done," you announce, an uncharacteristic hesitance to your tone. "Are they okay?" 

You've done a perfect job. "They're so neat. Thank you. I– I love it." 

Your eyes linger on his hands. "I love when guys wear nail polish. You're even handsomer now, it's crazy. I didn't know it was possible." 

Spencer should have more style for sure, but he asks you to dinner right then and there. 

You smile until the lashes kiss in the corners of your eyes and say yes. This new place opened just around the corner from your apartment, and you've been trying to drum up the courage to ask him all week. When Spencer hears that he almost passes out. 

[chamomiletealeaf]

hear me out on this one it might be vanilla but imagine soap or ghost or price or konig i don’t care who is on deployment and you finally get them on the phone and it gets dirty and nasty real quick

This idea is so yummy with Soap 😮‍💨

warnings: voice kink, Johnny being a slut, phone sex, masturbation, switch! Johnny

Johnny was on deployment and he missed you so much. He's been gone for a few months now and he finally got some down time to call you for more than a quick few seconds on a payphone. When he got back to base, he went straight to his room to call you, practically skipping to his room in the barracks.

He dials your number on his phone and lays down on his bed on his back, waiting to hear the ring stop and your voice replace it.

"Hey Johnny." You say lovingly after barely three rings and he smiles.

"Hey bonnie." He says back, smiling even bigger than you.

"You just get back?" You ask and he nods, but then remembers you can't see him.

"Yeah." He says with an exhausted sigh.

"Aw honey you must be so tired." You coo at him through the phone and he feels his stomach flip.

weird, he thinks to himself.

"Yeah. Glad I can finally talk to you though. Never too tired for you lass." He says with a smile.

"You coming home soon baby?" You ask in your sweetest, softest voice, and Johnny holds back a whine.

what the fuck? He says in his head, confused as to why your voice is making him so damn needy like a stray dog.

"Yeah girlie, two more weeks." He says, reaching down to adjust his belt around his pants that seemed to get tighter since he started talking to you.

"Mm ok." You pout. "Gonna have a nice, hot, home cooked meal waiting for you when you get back. That sound good honey?" You ask in that same soft and sweet tone you have him panting at.

Johnny bucks his hips unconsciously at the sound of your voice coddling him through the phone and a little whimper escapes his lips.

"Y-yeah that sounds amazing bonnie." He says and you furrow your eyebrows at the stutter in his voice.

"You ok hun'?" You ask, concerned at why his tone changed all of a sudden.

Johnny unbuckles his pants and slips a hand inside his pants, slowly stroking himself over his boxers, precum making a damp spot in them.

"Yeah I'm doin' just fine dolly, just- keep talkin' to me." He says trying not to sound like he's jerking himself off, and you buy it.

"Ok well, today I went to the grocery store and I saw the cutest little puppy, literally the sweetest boy I've ever seen. Such a good puppy." You say the last part in a high pitched 'puppy voice' and Johnny's eyes roll to the back of his head and his cock twitches in his hands, imagining you saying those words to him, about him.

"Yeah?" Johnny says in a whisper "How- How good of a boy was he?" He asks and you furrow your brows again for a second, then you catch on.

"Oh he was the best boy. So good for me." You say with a smirk and you hear Johnny try to muffle a whine.

"Johnny?" You say so softly that if he wasn't so focused on your voice he wouldn't have heard it.

"Yeah bonnie." He responds exasperated.

"Are you.. jerking off right now?" You giggle.

"N-no." He lies terribly.

"Hm.. well if you were, I'd tell you to stop stroking yourself through your pants and pull it out for me." You say with a smirk.

Johnny's end goes silent for a bit, only the sound of a belt buckle clacking as he pulls his throbbing, leaking cock out of his pants, gently fisting himself.

"What else would you tell me to do bonnie?" He asks, almost begs actually and you clench your thighs together at his desperation.

"Tell me how much you miss me sweetheart." You tell him, smiling as you bite your fingernail, trying to hide the smile in your voice.

"Fuck baby, miss you so fuckin' much. Wish it was you jerkin' me instead of my fist." He says through dog-like pants, and you move your hand between your thighs and under your sleep shorts that were practically soaked through. Good thing you didn't wear panties underneath them so you can easily slip your hand down to play with your clit.

"Yeah? Miss you too honey. Can't wait for you to fuck me again." You whine desperately this time.

Johnny picks up on the change of your voice and knows you're playing with yourself and he takes advantage of your vulnerability.

"Yeah that's right sweetheart, rub that little cunny for me. Not as good as my fingers are they hm?" He says as he bucks up into his hand.

"Mm mm." You respond and he laughs.

"Fuck need to bury my face in ya' girlie. Miss that sweet little pussy."

Hearing each other's moans cause you both to get closer and closer to the edge, Johnny's cock leaking all over his hand and your pussy dripping all over your shorts.

"Come on bonnie lemme hear ya' moan my name." He says, fisting his cock faster and faster.

"Fuck Johnny, gonna cum." You whimper in that high pitched, soft little voice he loves hearing from you.

"Do it. Cum for me baby." He says and you squeak out a moan of his name while you cum in your little shorts on your living room couch soaking them.

Johnny hears you say his name over and over while you make a mess of yourself and your couch, and when you moan out a "fuck me like a good boy Johnny" he cums so hard he shoots cum on his chest.

You both pant into your phone mics, coming down from your highs.

After a second Johnny speaks.

"I can't wait to come home to you bonnie." He says after he catches his breath.

"I can't wait for you to come home to me." You say back and you both smile.

"Two more weeks." He says.

"Two more weeks." You reply.

And after you two say your goodbyes, I love you's, and goodnights, Johnny makes a mental note to talk to Price first thing in the morning about possibly making it back home to you a few days earlier than planned.

[lostsyren]

Hey girly, I was the one with the request about the Sofia/Rafe overhearing plot and I LOVE what you did with it! Could we pretty please get a third part where she does forgive him, they belong together :(

˙⋆✮ standards part three (final)

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{summary: after sofia overheard rafe’s cruel words, she takes a break from him. but rafe can’t bear the distance so he devises a plan to right his wrong…}

{a/n: thank you for the kind words about part one and two! i hope you like this conclusion, and sorry for taking so long to get to it!}

⭑.ᐟpart one here ⭑.ᐟpart two here ⭑.ᐟ

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“You’re not gonna go say hi to Sofia?” Topper questioned as him and Rafe walked over to their usual seat at the Pelican Club’s outdoor bar.

Sofia was wiping down counters, her gaze never crossing Rafe’s. He swallowed thickly, the familiar, painful lump pitting in his throat as he tried to catch her eyes.

It had been a week of no-contact. No phone calls. No texts. No conversation. No sex.

It was torture.

Rafe sniffed, trying to feign unaffectedness. “She’s busy.”

Topper’s brows cinched in confusion to Rafe’s strange countenance, “but you always go see her when she’s working? What happened?”

Rafe has been trying to keep his anger at bay, breathing in deeply through his nose, gripping at the tables edge with terse fingers– but Topper never did know when to quit it.

“Why don’t you just shut the fuck up and mind your business huh?” He spat, face etched in contempt.

Topper raised his hands in defence, his eyes widening at Rafe’s sudden foray into asperity. “Chill man, I was just asking, you usually ditch me and head straight for her.”

Rafe just rolled his eyes, anger fading to give way to a sinking despair. He was miserable.

…I’ll wait for you, yeah? My door is always open for you, come back soon…

That’s what he’d said to her last. And ever since then, all he had been doing was waiting. Hoping and praying that one day he’d open the door to see her standing there, ready to just embrace him again.

Topper shut up after that, now knowing better not to mention Sofia in front of Rafe.

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Rafe lay in bed alone. He often found himself waking up in the middle of the night, his arms reaching out instinctively to grasp at empty air and cold bedsheets. He missed her weight on him, her warmth seeping across him– Rafe missed her. More than he had anticipated. It was like he was suspended in a perpetual prison, his mind and heart stretched between rage and despair. Rage at himself for messing up the one pure thing in his life, and despair at how pathetic he was behaving.

He also was angry at Sofia.

How could she just leave him so easily? Be so unfeeling? Yes, he’d hurt her, but what she was doing now was hurting them both.

Lying in the shadowy bedroom, his long limbs restricted to his side of the bed (even if she wasn’t there he felt uncomfortable invading her space), Rafe stared up at the ceiling, thoughts once again straying to her.

He had to get her back– he didn’t know how much more of this shit he could take.

So as he lay in bed, he thought up a plan, drifting off into a fitful sleep with the machinations of an idea whirling about in his dreams.

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Sofia’s shift had finished. The bar was closed. The stars were out.

All she wanted to do was retreat to her car and drive home to her bed. She tried to ignore the bitter inkling that reminded her she could’ve been driven home in Rafe’s flashy BMW, taking her place in his king-sized bed with the Egyptian cotton sheets. But it wasn’t those inane luxuries that she missed the most. She missed coming home to a smile and a kiss. A sweet word, an even sweeter embrace. She missed Rafe. Despite everything he had said.

Sofia untied her apron with a heavy sigh.

“Hey Sof, think you could you help me out?” One of her coworkers yelled from across the empty restaurant floor.

She turned to face Amelia , eyebrows quirking at her request, “what’s wrong?” Sofia walked over to her, bag slung across her shoulder, car keys in hand– she was ready to leave.

“I was down by the beach earlier and I think I dropped my wallet there– it has everything in it and it’s so dark now. Could you help me look for it?”

“Amelia,” Sofia chastised, kissing her teeth.

Her colleague pouted her lips, “pleaaase Sof.”

“Have you checked the lost and found? Maybe someone picked it up and handed it in?” Sofia suggested, really wanting to just head home.

“I did, but there were no wallets.”

“Fine come on, but it’s probably been stolen by now.”

“It’s Figure 8,” Amelia drawled, “these kooks don’t need a lousy bunch of tips and a bus pass when they have fancy credit cards and designer cars.”

Sofia chuckled, recalling how Rafe took care of all their dining expenses with his swanky American Express® Gold Card. She linked arms with Amelia, the two of them making their way down the path to the beach.

“Let’s hope you’re right.”

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Sofia and Amelia reached the beach after a short walk. It was a warm night, the breeze and the tide whispering in Sofia’s ears like a rhythmic melody.

“Where about the beach were you?” She asked, squinting her vision, scouring the dark expanse.

Amelia hummed, “uhhh all over the place really– you go check down there and I’ll go look up here.”

Sofia rolled her eyes, “I’ll search for ten minutes and then I’m going home– I’ll drop you off, and you can replace your bus pass tomorrow ok?”

“Oh ye of little faith,” Amelia teased, “you’ll find it.” She winked, before scurrying off, leaving Sofia to trudge across the sand by herself.

She mounted up the dunes, the marram grass tickling her bare legs, when she spotted a warm light emanating across the shore.

Who was on the beach this late at night?

Approaching the flickering, orange glow, Sofia wrapped her arms around herself– she’d just take a peek, then head back to Amelia.

But then she noticed a figure, indecipherable in the indigo night. Sofia halted, goosebumps splaying the skin of her legs, despite the balmy air. And when the figure began to approach her, the goosebumps transformed to chills, unfurling within her.

Shit. She quickly spun around, ready to grab Amelia and leave, before the figure yelled out to her.

“Sofia! Wait.”

And that’s when fear subsided to irritation– easily recognising Rafe’s pleading voice.

Sofia huffed, hating him for sending her into a spiralling panic.

Spinning around to face him Sofia hardened her face into an expression of impassivity, “what do you want?”

Rafe had approached her now. She eyed him curiously, his white button down shirt considerably more formal than his usual attire.

“Just…hear me out ok?”

“I can’t– my friends waiting for me.”

“Girl with red hair and glasses?” Rafe probed.

Sofia’s brows furrowed. How did he know she was talking about Amelia, who very much was a bespectacled redhead.

“How…?” She began, before Rafe interrupted, looking almost bashful.

“Yeah…I kinda paid her to get you down here cause I knew you wouldn’t bother picking up my calls.”

Sofia’s face twisted in affrontation. She was more mad at Amelia than she was at Rafe, expecting this sneaky behaviour from him.

“You’re insufferable. I’m going home,” she scoffed, pivoting on her heel.

“Please don’t leave ok? Just…hear me out.” He suddenly entreated, darting around her so they were once again face to face.

Sofia’s visage flickered from ire to consideration, seeing the way his eyes widened in sincerity, body crouching down low to meet her gaze.

“Fine. I’m listening.”

Rafe’s face lit up in an ebullient glow. “Follow me…I’ve got a surprise.”

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Rafe led her to his set up, feeling exposed…vulnerable.

He’d set out a picnic blanket, interspersed with Sofia’s favourite things. Pizza from her favourite place on the Cut, champagne, mango, guava and tres leche cake from the bakery she’d showed him on one of their first proper dates.

Whenever he took her out it was easy. Relaxed. He’d wine and dine her at some glitzy establishment, or show her some new kook attraction on the Figure 8 (like the new ferris wheel or botanical gardens that just opened their gates). But this was the first time he’d planned a date– put effort into it. The anticipation of her reaction made him nauseous.

Rafe gauged her micro expressions. Her lips parting slightly, letting out a soft breath. Her rapid blinks, her raised brows, her hitching chest.

“Rafe…” she began.

“I thought we could talk? About…things.”

Sofia glanced up at him, lips downturned. She was upset? That was not what Rafe wanted.

“I know you’re mad, I know you’re upset with me…but just give me a chance to make it better yeah?”

Rafe tested the waters, reaching out to hold her hand, grip tentative and soft. His heart surged when she didn’t refute his gesture.

Sofia took a moment, but finally nodded, chewing her bottom lip wordlessly. Rafe’s face erupted into a bright smile, quickly ushering her down to take a seat on a cushion he’d laid out, sitting at a reasonable distance beside her.

Scanning her body language, she sat up straight, tense, terse. He poured her a glass of champagne.

“So how was work today?” He asked, trying to ease into conversation.

“Rafe please…just say what you want to say,” Sofia shook her head softly, still accepting the glass.

Rafe licked his lips, “I was going to wait until later but I’ll start with it…just so you know how I feel, since I’m useless at saying it.”

Sofia scoffed lightly at that, taking a swig of champagne.

He reached into his pocket pulling out a rectangular box, holding it out for Sofia to take.

His lidded eyes flicked up to meet her bemused gaze, starring at the box with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

“What is this?” She asked, setting her glass down.

“Open it.” He simply instructed.

Her eyes narrowed but she complied.

On seeing the simple, silver key inside, Sofia’s confused expression persisted.

“A key?”

“I want you to move in with me.”

Rafe studied her face. The faint lines on her forehead, her teeth sunk on to the flesh of her bottom lip– a gesture she often did when stressed.

“Sof…?” He posed her name as a question.

Will you forgive me?

Would you look past my rough edges? My cruel words?

Will you love me again? Like before?

But his mouth didn’t reveal what his heart ached to say. His pleads came in the form of unwavering stares, of bated breath. He hoped Sofia could translate the language of his body. She usually could.

Sofia held the box, her hands shaking indiscernibly– but Rafe’s relentless perusal caught sight of it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He cringed at the question. He was the one who was wrong. He was the one who upset her. But he couldn’t bare to admit that to himself.

“Really? You really want me to move in? I thought you wouldn’t live with a pogue– I thought you had standards?” Her words were sardonic, but still a salient sadness clung to them.

Rafe’s lips curled in disdain, repulsed at his own words being reiterated to himself. He didn’t really mean that. He was just saying things– stupid, fictitious things. Sofia transcended the binaries of Kildare. She was more than that– she was more than any of them put together.

With a fierce quickness, Rafe held her wrists, his palms clutching her with a gentle force, “that was all bullshit– I’ve been meaning to ask you to live with me. I had that key cut months ago, I was just too much of a pussy to follow through. I thought you’d think I was desperate. Or pathetic. Maybe both.”

Sofia’s face softened, her eyes resembling tide pools, her cheeks roseate and round. Rafe denied his urge to just pull her in so he could feel her again. Her bee-stung lips against his mouth, her supple skin tickling his jaw.

“Rafe, you don’t have to do this–“

“Sofia– I want to. I want you. So fucking badly.”

His eyes flickered between her own, communicating the truth in what he was saying.

“I’ve missed you Rafe,” she finally said, breaking their silence of just staring, cerulean eyes meeting honey.

He let out a little laugh, “I’ve missed you too. So so much.”

“Yes,” she gasped out in an inhale of breath, “yes I’ll move in with you,” her face broke into a lustrous smile.

Rafe didn’t have to hold himself back anymore, bridging the gap between them, basking in her kiss and touch and lips and breaths.

They broke apart, half-panting, fizzing into a fit of heady laughter that felt like the iridescent bubbles from the champagne.

Rafe licked his lips, inhaling a wobbling breath, forehead pressed against hers, fingers carding thought her curls. “If I had standards– which I don’t– you outshine all of them Sofia. You’re everything and more than I could ever imagine.”

He spoke candidly, words directly pumping from his heart, like blood being poured from his soul.

“You don’t have to imagine now. I’m here Rafe. thank you for all this, you make me feel like I’m…floating.” She smiled that wondrous smile of hers again.

Rafe tensed his jaw. “I’m sorry for saying those things. I hurt you. That wasn’t right.”

Sofia’s hands traversed this shoulders, cupping his face. “Yes. I was hurt. But you’ve made it better. You’ve fixed things.”

“I promise to never to hurt you again yeah?”

Sofia nodded against his forehead, the feathery pads of her fingers tracing swirling circles through his stubbled cheeks.

Rafe hooked her mouth into a kiss yet again, solidifying that promise– physicalising it. It was like he was doused in incandescence as he felt her smile against his lips. Those same lips that betrayed her, selling her out in front of his sycophantic, pseudo friends.

Rafe basked in her forgiveness.

Him and Sofia spent the night getting drunk on champagne, kissing each other with the taste of mango on their lips, as the ocean crashed against the shore, looking out at the horizon of their future…Sofia’s head laying on his shoulder and Rafe’s hands resting in the crook of her hip.

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[cheriewoo]

His Favorite Problem | Choi Jongho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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Day 26 : Sir Kink

↬ [ Synopsis ] : In the middle of the bar’s chaos, Jongho’s protective instincts kick in as he spots you. But instead of showing gratitude, you can’t resist stirring him up a little too much. Now, he’s set on teaching you a lesson, and you’re in for a long night of delicious discipline from your boyfriend.

☆Word Count : 3.08k ☆Genre : Smut, Non-idol Au, Boyfriend Au, porn with little to no plot. ☆Pairing : Boyfreind! Jongho x Bartender! Gf F.Reader

☆☆☆ WARNINGS : mdni!, established relationship, mentions of alchol, bars, customer causes drama, naive but also not so naive reader, she is just an innocent girlie ( :P ), a bit back and forth between her and Jongho, a lil riling up maybe, sir kink, pet names (babygirl, lil bunny), mild praise kink, overprotective bf Jongho, fingering (fem reciveing), mid choking kink, edging, Jongho turns a bit meanie at the end and disciplines you.

NOTE : Yes… I’m going to continue and complete Kinktober, even though we’re past the 31st. I really want to finish this challenge and not leave it incomplete, so I hope you all enjoy the story, ma chéries!

The bar buzzed with its usual nighttime energy, customers filling the cozy, dimly lit space with laughter, clinking glasses, and conversations. You were behind the bar skillfully pouring drinks, chatting with regulars, and catching up with them.

Somewhere in the corner, you knew Jongho was seated with his quiet, watchful presence making sure you were doing fine and no one is causing any trouble for you.

Ever since you’d taken this job, Jongho had made a habit of dropping by on his nights off. Though he covered it up saying it was to spend time with you, but you knew the real reason he was there to make sure you were safe. You’d reassured him countless times that you could handle an odd drunken comment or lingering glances of a few persuasive customers. But Jongho just didn’t trust your naive little self. Calling you naive was just to tease you, though your heart fluttered at the sincere concern that laced his words and actions.

Tonight was no different. He was sitting at his usual spot as he sipped from his glass, his gaze never straying far from you.

You tossed him a playful smile when you noticed him watching you, but he only nodded slightly, his eyes tracing the room as if mentally noting each customer’s behavior. Just then, your heart sank a little when you spotted a familiar face in the crowd. A customer who’d been bothering you for the past few weeks.

The man had been insistent, charming at first by dropping hints about wanting to get your number and asking if you’d like to “grab a drink” sometime after your shift. You’d tried to handle him politely, knowing that dealing with flirtatious customers was just part of the job. But he hadn’t taken the hint and had started showing up regularly, getting bolder each time. Tonight, he looked no different. He was wearing a flashy smile and exuding confidence as he made himself comfortable at the bar.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, leaning over the counter. “Thought I’d find you here. Ready to give me that number yet ?”

You tensed, quickly glancing around and noticing Jongho’s gaze zeroing in on the interaction. Taking a breath, you put on a professional smile. “No, sorry. I’m here to serve drinks, not give out my number.”

“Oh, come on,” he persisted as his voice dropped to what he probably thought was a seductive whisper but sounded like an ugly seal screeching, to you. “No need to be so cold. I’ve been a good customer, haven’t I ? And I always leave a tip.” He laughed, glancing around as if expecting others to join in. To be honest, older men were never you type and this man was definitely in his late 40s and with his screeching voice and pressing attitude easily made into your list of “people to avoid” and probably Jongho’s “To kill” list.

You clenched your teeth, determined to keep things calm. “Look, I’m just not interested, okay ? You can enjoy your drink, but I’m not giving out my number. Please respect that.”

The smile slipped from his face, replaced by an irritated scowl. He slammed his hand on the counter, drawing the attention of a few nearby customers. “Scamming customers now, are you ? You don’t give out your number and you treat me like garbage? I’ve spent good money here. Think your manager will want to know how you treat loyal customers?”

The little drama caught the attention of your manager, who came running over, eyes flicking between you and the accusor. “What’s going on here ?”

“She’s been scamming me!” the old bastard spat, his voice loud enough for others to hear. “I’ve been paying extra, leaving good tips, and this is how I’mbeing treated ? This is disgraceful!”

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment as other customers began to murmur, casting curious glances in your direction. You wanted to defend yourself, but before you could even gather your words, a firm yet calm voice cut through the tension.

“Is there a problem here ?”

Jongho’s presence was that of calm authority as he stepped between you and the man, his gaze cold and direct. The customer blinked at few times before straightening himself, seemingly taken aback by Jongho’s imposing figure. Your boyfriend wasn’t one to lose his temper easily, but when it came to protecting you, there was a fierceness in his eyes that spoke volumes. Fidgeting nervously with your hand, you stood still behind your boyfriend as your gaze zeroed in on the old dude.

The bastard matched Jongho’s height, suddenly losing his brashness. “Who are you ? Just another customer ? This is between me and her—”

“Actually,” Jongho interrupted, his tone steady and deadly calm, “it’s not between you and her. You were harassing her, and now you’re causing a scene in a place of business. I suggest you take your drink and leave.”

The man scoffed, returning to his earlier arrogant self. “She’s been treating customers poorly. I’m just letting management know how unprofessional she’s been.”

Jongho didn’t even blink. “And I’m letting you know you need to leave. Now.” his tone went an octave up as he emphasised on the Now.

A silence settled over the bar, and the old bastard’s bravado crumbled. He muttered something under his breath and backed away, Jongho’s gaze was locked in on him until he disappeared into the crowd. His eyes followed him until he was sure the man was gone. Turning to you, his expression softened for a moment before returning to that stern familiar look of seriously-concern or concerningly serious. Agh whatever the fuck it is.

“Are you okay ?” he asked quietly, but there was an edge beneath the gentle cornered question.

You nodded, still processing everything. “Yeah… Thank you. I just—I didn’t want to cause a scene.”

His gaze softened, but only a bit. “You wouldn’t have had to if you’d listened to me. How many times have I told you to call me over if someone makes you uncomfortable ?”

Your face flushed as you glanced down, embarrassed and a little defensive. “I thought I could handle it.”

Jongho shook his head, letting out a low, frustrated sigh while his hand gently carassed your hair. “You think I’m overprotective, don’t you ?”

You managed a small, guilty smile while you peaked up to met his eyes. “Maybe just a little.”

He chuckled, though the stern look in his eyes remained. “I’m taking you home. You’re done for tonight.”

“But my shift isn’t—”

“I’ll talk to your manager,” he said, already turning towards them. “They won’t mind. And we’ll discuss this when we get home.”

Your heart skipped a beat, the authority in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You knew that “discuss” wasn’t just a casual term. He was determined to make a point, and you had a feeling it would involve some strong and firm words and maybe even a “lesson” to strengthen his words.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave, you felt a strange mix of anticipation, excitement and nervousness. Jongho’s protectiveness might drive you a little crazy at times, but there was no denying that it also made you feel cherished.

And tonight, it seemed, he was intending on showing you just how much he cared.

The whole car ride was filled with back-and-forth arguments—him insisting you should leave this job so you wouldn’t have to deal with difficult clients and could stay safe, and you countering with “I can take care of myself” and that you didn’t always need to be looked after, which clearly dismissed him. Slowly, you could feel the air thickening as, intentionally or not, you countered every single point he tried to make about the job.

“I won’t always be around to fix your problems,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“And I don’t need you to. I can handle them myself,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“It’s not a safe place for you,” he insisted, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“I’m perfectly capable of staying safe,” you shot back.

He let out a sigh. “Just quit that stupid job already.”

You met his gaze, stubborn as ever. “Nooooo!”

He rolled his eyes. “Stubborn as ever.”

You shrugged. “Takes one to know one.”

Jongho’s car stopped abbruptly outside your house, and he turned to you, his eyes sharp and unwavering. His clenched jaw made it clear he was not having it and was gonna combust any minute.

You tried giving him a reassuring smile as you turned towards him. “Jongho, quit worrying,” you teased gently. “I know I am your favorite problem to take care of but I am fully capable of handling myself.”

He met you in the eye as the corner of his lip went to a smirk, “A ‘favorite problem,’ huh ? You sure are babygirl.” His hands gently carassed you exposed thigh, rubbing the smooth skin as the mini dress you were wearing slid up a bit while you were busy arguing with him.

This is how it begins You thought as you gulped while you heart raced at the thought of whats about to come your way.

“Jongh-” You were soon cut off as his grip tightened around you thighs, a red tint creeping up your skin as a tiny yelp left your lips.

His voice was low, edged with warning .“You were calling me what again babygirl ?”

“S-Sir…Jongho sir. Sorry” You replied in a sudden polite tone, which was not yours a few minutes ago.

As you stammered your response, Jongho’s grip on your thigh tightened just a little more, his eyes glinting with something unreadable yet intense. Without another word, he shifted, one strong arm looping around your waist and tugging you toward him. The motion was quick, leaving you with barely a moment to react before you were guided into his lap, legs draping across him.

Your hands instinctively found his shoulders for balance as you tried to steady your breathing. His fingers pressed firmly against your lower back, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the warmth of his breath brushing your cheek.

Before you could process the straddling position you were in, his lips captured you with anger and hungry desire which you reciprocated with equal lust. You hands messily tangled with his hair while his large hands captured your ass, grounding you on his now hard length which very evidently poked against your thighs. His tongue licked you bottom lips, occassionally biting and earning a soft moan out of you. You lower half was busy grinding against his clothed hard legth while tugged his roots, urging him to keep going.

Ohh…if this is way he plan on teaching you a lesson, you would happily push his buttons, You thought as Jongho deepened the kiss, his tongue explored the deliciousness of your mouth while his his hips rolled beneath you, providing just the right amount you friction to satisfy the ache of your clothed dripping core.

The steamy kiss continued for a few more minutes as he guided you hips with more need, quickening your pace while drinking up all the pretty moans that left your lips. As you rubbed your core against him, you could feel the yourself just over the edge. You movement became needy as you broke the kiss and held him close while an intense release was ready to wash over you. Jongho smirked as he held you close while his hands mercilessly rocked your hips over his length.

“Jongho…ughhh…I am soo close” You whimpered as you nestled you head in the crook of his neck, you hot breath tingling his skin while he gently carassed your hair, “A little bit more baby” His voice soothed the release that was about the wash over you like a tidal wave when all of it abruptly stopped.

You were shocked and whimpered, deprived of an almost at the egde release when he meets your eyes, his hands off your hips, not grinding anymore as well, a devilish smirk danced on his lips.

“Jongho what the fu-” You whimpered as you hastily tried to pull his hands back to your hips. Only this time it did not work as he grabs your hands behind you while pulling you towards him, his hot breath fanned against your ears as he murmurs, “Told you honey, this is my lesson. I teach it how I want, Understood ?” He asked, a breathy low chuckle reached you. The reality hit you as recovered from the deprived release as you slightly nodded, meeting him in the eye.

“Words honey. Use your words” He demanded, tightening his grip around you hands, definite to leave finger marks.

“Yess Sir” you squeaked out.

“That’s like my little bunny” He replied, smiling but still having that authoritative look on his face which tells you he wasn’t done with you here. “Turn around for me, babygirl. Will you ?”

You obeyed, not wanting to be deprived of another release, especially as your body was now greedily craving one. You settled back on his lap, straddling him while your back rested against his chest. He worked on the zipper, and the dress smoothly slipped off your shoulders.

“You love it when I’m like this with you.” His mouth latched onto the skin of your neck as he covered it with kisses and bites, his large hands finding your breasts. He cupped them, kneading gently, while continuing his assault on your neck. His fingers pinched your nipples a little too hard, earning a yelp.

“Yes, Sir,” you managed, though words were getting harder to form as he grew more handsy, making you bite your bottom lip. Jolts of electricity coursed through your body as he alternated between pinching your nipples, circling them with his fingers, and then pinching again, a little harder. Your body trembled from the delicious pleasure his fingers alone could give, filling the car with soft, pretty moans.

Thankfully, no one was on the empty streets to witness the fun inside the BMW parked discreetly across the road. His tinted windows concealed you both from the world outside, while inside, your world was falling apart in his embrace.

Satisfied with playing with your breasts, his fingers slid down toward your aching core, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched. This wasn’t your first time, but it always felt like one—especially on nights like these when you riled him up a little too much. His fingers pinched your sensitive clit, sending a shudder through your body, before he rubbed at your wet opening. His other hand found your neck, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as he whispered, “Looks like the lesson got a lot more intense, huh, babe?”

“Ahhh…Sir, I need… I need you right now. Please.” You begged, the release you were deprived of now paining you, and your aching core was proof. He kept the pace, gently rubbing your folds while his grip around your throat tightened, making your breath hitch. His finger slowly entered you, leaving you breathless all over again.

His thick fingers were a lot for your tiny opening, stretching you just enough to make you gasp, and a loud moan escaped your lips as he moved them deeper inside,while tears pricked in you eyes for how intense the whole experience was getting. His mouth was close to your ear, murmuring Look at you, falling apart so easily. Didn’t think you could be this desperate for me.” His voice was a mixture of mockery and heat, making you shiver as he continued, his grip on your throat holding you in place, exactly where he wanted, the pressure making each breath feel headier. Each movement of his fingers seemed to pull you further into an intense, heated haze that left you trembling.

Then, like icing on the cake, he added another thick finger, filling you completely as he increased his pace, each thrust measured and deliberate, each one pulling you closer to a tipping point while tears rolled off your cheeks at the intensity of the moment.Each of thrust precise and deliberate, leaving you even more breathless and whimpery with each passing second. “Next time, remember what happens when you test my patience.” His fingers moved in and out of you, building an overwhelming rhythm that left you breathless, the air thick with the sound of your soft, broken moans.

Your body couldn’t keep up with the overwhelming rhythm he’d set, a mess of broken moans filling the air as you struggled to hold back.Your teary eyes squeezed shut as your face turned toward him, nestling into the crook of his neck, your breaths growing deeper, more ragged. His grip held you steady as his pace intensified, pushing you closer and closer. The tension built to an exquisite peak, until your body finally gave in, trembling and unraveling completely around his fingers as you came undone in his embrace.

As the last tremors subsided, you felt his hold on you soften, his once-commanding grip now shifting into something more gentle, more comforting. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest as your breathing slowed, both of you basking in the calm that settled in the aftermath. His fingers gently traced along your back, a small but tender gesture that reminded you, after all this dominating play, that he was, after all, your sweet and hella protective boyfriend.

With a soft laugh, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “So,” he murmured, a teasing glint in his eyes, “think you’ve learned your lesson?” His tone was lighthearted, affectionate— a contrast to his earlier intensity.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth as you looked up at him. “Maybe,” you replied playfully, resting your head on his shoulder. “But I might need a few more reminders.”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around you as he let out a contented sigh. “Good thing,” he whispered, his voice full of warmth. “I’m not going anywhere, when I have so many problems to solve here.”

“Me being your favorite one” you chuckled and cringed at what you just said, while he laughed softly and held you. No one was moving or attempting to get inside the house.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Gavin Magary x reader part 3!

Summary: When you started working at the lumber mill, you couldn't help but instantly fall in lust with the strong, quiet insanely attractive younger brother. But you're determined to keep it professional, until one work trip suddenly changes it all.

Notes: Thank you to @kus-babygirl for encouraging me to post and with writing the extra descriptions of Karl’s gorgeous eyes for this chapter!

@shirley-girly @jynx15 @everchar-of-the-shire @scraftsku35 @deathlesun @billybutcherxyou

co-written with CheshireCatSmile

Warnings: none for this chapter but there will be smut, and tons of it!

Karl Urban Masterlist

part 2

Part 3

Gavin expertly turns the wheel into the spin, keeping his foot on the brake and he brings the truck to a hard stop sideways at the pull off for the trailhead.

“Fuck,” he exclaims under his breath, pulling up on the e-break and immediately turning to you. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" He slides his large hand over your shoulder, warm and firm, as if he has to physically check you’re still there, you’re still whole.

Your heart is racing and you take a deep breath. “Y-yes…” you finally manage. His hand rubs at your shoulder and your not sure he even realizes he’s doing it but it immediately calms you. “Yes I’m okay, thank you. Good thing you’re so good with the wheel. Are you okay?”

Gavin’s face is pale and ashen, the fear in his eyes more than evident, the stress clear in his expression. "Yeah,” he breathes, fully looking over you and squeezing your shoulder once more. “Yeah. I'm fine. Let's hope the axle is okay, too. At least we know my brakes are good." He lets out a huff as he finally sits back and takes his seat belt off. "I don't know what I would've done if you'd been injured," he says softly looking away but you can see the real concern mixed with some deeper emotion in his dark eyes before he turns.

You know something serious had happened last year and his brother and sister-in-law had almost been killed but you didn’t know many details beyond the rumors. You can’t imagine what that must’ve done to him. “Hey, I’m good, Gavin,” you lean forward to catch his gaze. “Promise.” You give him another soft smile and reach down to grab and squeeze his hand. “Do you need to check the axle before we start?”

"Yeah, I'd better, just to be on the safe side. You can unload a few things while I check if you don't mind. Leave the heavy stuff for me." He gives your shoulder another rub and gets out of the truck going around to the front.

“Of course.” You're surprised by how much the temperature has dropped when you get out and you grab your warm raincoat and bundle up before you start working, taking the things you’ll need out of the back of his truck and setting them aside.

His more playful mood seems to have waned now but you still can’t help enjoying watching him while he moves, checking for damage. You know how much all of his work means to him. And you don’t mind if his mood is heavier for awhile. You know what that’s like, and you’re happy to just be with him.

After he checks under the truck, he moves it to a better spot further off the road then he comes around to the rear, brushing his hands off and takes out his heavier, larger pack, putting it on and adjusting the weight. "As far as I can tell everything checks out." He looks down at you and smiles softly reaching out to brush some stray locks of hair back from your face. "I’m really glad you're okay."

You mean to tell him again that you’re perfectly good but you get completely lost in his eyes. There’s a pain there, something buried deep that you can’t help but feel in your own heart and your breath catches. And you can’t look away. From a distance, his eyes could be mistaken for brown, but up close, they’re really a mixture of deep ambers and greens, changing with which way the light is shining, the same as the colors of the deep forests around you.

Gavin holds your gaze, searching for a long moment then shakes his head the tiniest bit as though trying to order his thoughts, and sighs softly. "C'mon, trailblazer...we'd better get a move on," he finally relaxes again, back to his light teasing. "We should try to make the most of this light." He picks up a couple pouches and clips them to his pack, then adjusts your pack so the weight is distributed evenly. When his knuckles brush against your shoulders you have to physically hold back a pleased shiver. He doesn’t seem to notice to your relief, and he starts up the trail with you.

It’s a good hike. Not too hard but enough to get your blood pumping again and lots of fresh air. Your legs might be a little sore in the morning though, you think, after all the office work you’ve been doing. “Do we need many notes on the cut site, or more just doing a visual check?” you ask him.

"I think a little of both. A visual's always good for me but some of these people are more into the finer details when they're making an investment. I can get a feel for things to make a pitch but it would be nice to have your notes to back me up. Your attention to detail was one of the things that impressed Jack and me." He stops for a moment to rest and tighten a strap on his pack.

“Thank you,” you murmur and you know you’re blushing again. “That sounds like a good plan.” We have to hike a little further before we get to where the cut site will start and you pause to pull your notebook out of the pocket of your pack then immediately scribble a note guessing the distance from the road and the need for a path for the equipment. Gavin goes ahead a little and when you look up, he’s climbing a small hill in front of you and you can’t help but watch the way his jeans fit so perfectly on his swaggering hips…

He bends over to pick up a stray pine cone and inspect it more closely and you can't tear your eyes away from the picture made by his jeans stretching tightly over his perfect masculine butt and hips as he crouches then, sadly, stands again.

For a moment, you wonder how you will ever survive this whole week with just the two of you out here alone. You told yourself you wouldn’t get involved with anyone ever again, or at least not for a very long time, but out here in the forest everything about him seems accentuated wonderfully. Suddenly you realize he’s saying something and you’ve missed most of it. “Oh, hm what? Sorry…” Your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips.

Gavin chuckles softly. "Where'd you go sweetheart? You looked like you were a million miles away from here." He looks back up the trail. Turning to you again he says, "I was just asking if you have what you need? I'd like to get a little farther along then we can look for a place to camp for the night. "

You’re starting to think maybe all you need is him. “Oh yes, I’m all good.” And then you realize he called you sweetheart again. “I was just thinking how much I love being all the way out here. It’s beautiful.” You tuck your notebook away again.

"Sometimes with all the work and trying to get ahead...I forget to stop and take a look around. It's nice coming out here with you. Seeing it through your eyes it's all new and full of beauty and wonder again."

You’re sure your expression is glowing, you feel like you are, but neither of you says anything else. You carry on for a ways and then finally come to a nice flat spot with a small clearing but still sheltered by some of the taller trees. “This looks nice,” you say, setting down your pack with him. “Man, I really need to get in shape,” you groan a little good-naturedly.

He smiles, his charming dimple showing, and looks you up and down assessingly. "Well...you look to be in fine shape to me." Then he winks. Yes...definitely flirting.

You laugh softly. “Well, thank you, if you say so. Should we get the tent set up and a fire going? I feel like it might rain tonight.” Your stomach flutters wildly thinking about tonight, with him. You can’t even remember the last time someone even hugged you and a part of you just wants that feeling.

He looks up at the sky between the trees. "Yeah, I think you might be right about that. We'd better get set up before the storm rolls in farther." He lowers his pack to the ground and inspects the area for the best location then unrolls the tent. You start to gather up some wood for a fire and look up to see him efficiently setting up the tent. His sleeves are rolled up and you can see the muscles in his forearms and the way his brow is just a little furrowed in concentration.

You have to take a breath. You’ve seen him work before, of course, but it feels different now. What is it about a man’s forearms? You’re not sure but looking at them right now makes your mouth water. You force yourself to turn away though and start the fire so you don’t look useless. The crackling of the first twigs burning is like music.

It's merry crackle is a welcome sound as the sun begins to set and the woods get darker. You put your hands out to warm them then pull out a bag with a few cooking utensils. You can't help wanting to sneak another peek at him working but when you glance over your shoulder, you're met with those dark hazel eyes watching you. Caught, he gives you a lopsided grin and turns back to secure the tent.

The warmth he gives you from the inside feels just as good as the warmth from the fire on the outside. Yep, you’re done for.

He finishes up with the tent then and you spread out a stiff wool blanket to sit on by the fire. “So what’s for dinner? I’m starving.”

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part 4

Really, really hope you enjoy! Next up, vulnerable confessions, campfires and snuggling in the cold with that gorgeous man! Let me know if you’d like a tag!

[rosegasly]

wish on elevens. | pg10

⇢ summary: "Sure mon amour. Podium's a good look on you anyway," you quip, scrunching your nose and smiling in an attempt to ignore the way your heart stops and beats again, racing twice as quick and strong. ⇢ genre: fluff ⇢ pairing: pierre gasly x reader ⇢ a/n: celebratory post dutch gp podium fic coz how can i call myself a g10 girlie if i dont write today. stoked.

He's dripping, sweat and champagne coalescing into sticky sweet droplets that bloom on your tongue when you kiss him, hands against scruffy cheeks. "You did it amour! P3!!" 

The dark of his alpine hat sits low over brilliant blue eyes that gaze back at you, glistening with joy so infectious you wonder how everyone around you isn't utterly in love with Pierre Gasly too. 

"Chérie, we did it." He says and you shake your head fondly, eyes still locked with his as affection bubbles and spills over somewhere behind your ribs, heart jutting out with the love you have for this man and you are crying. Vision blurring as you throw your arms around him again, uncaring of how the champagne and sweat stain your front as you sob into his neck. 

"I am so so proud baby. you deserve this! you were so good, so brilliant-" it's hard to speak around the growing knot in your throat but you push through, "I love you so much! You drove incredibly. I was screaming by the end," you laugh as you squeeze him tighter, pull him closer, "My voice is shot. What a fucking day."

Strong arms wrap around your waist, broad shoulders hunching to nestle you against the hollow of his clavicle and you scratch your skin, cheeks pressing softly against his fireproofs as you laugh again, unadulterated delight spilling out of your pores and you don't even want to think how cheesy you both look. Swaying, giggling and wet in his side of the Alpine garage as you celebrate his podium. 

"I am so glad you made it today chérie," Pierre pulls back, catching your eyes again as he continues in a voice so soft one would be hard-pressed to say it was him screaming in the team radio less than thirty minutes ago, voice shrill and so far from his usual gravelly baritone. "You are my lucky charm. Je t'aime babygirl. Let's repeat today again, a hundred more times." He says, words sincere and accent thick as ringed fingers caress your cheek, idly wiping the stray tear and you tug him closer by the collar of his fireproof.

"Sure mon amour. Podium's a good look on you anyway," you quip, scrunching your nose and smiling in an attempt to ignore the way your heart stops and beats again, racing twice as quick and strong. 

The admission, subtle as it may be, isn't lost on you. You've known Pierre long enough now to realise how carefully he words his responses, never unwittingly promising more than he is willing to give and while with someone else you would chop the words to post podium adrenaline, with Pierre they ring true. 

Time suspends for a beat, you don't make any proclamations, don't directly promise anything back but the way you carefully caress his cheeks, the way Pierre lets his inhibitions go, surrendering and nuzzling your palm, the blue swimming in his gaze still holding yours, for once uncaring of the flashing cameras not ten feet away as he melts into your arms, boneless when you pull him in an embrace again–it's enough. 

Neither of you says more, but then you don't have to. Not when you already know you'll come back, time and again, fly to any corner of the world without a second's hesitation to have his back. Cheer him on from the sidelines as many times as he needs, and all the times he doesn't, but you would still be there anyway.

The words form on your tongue, but they don't come out, bitten back and cluttering behind your teeth as you try to shield your heart–to no avail. 

They don't have to escape to be heard, not when they ring so loud and evident between your breaths. 

Pierre Gasly owns your heart and for however long he wants you back, you'll let him keep it. 

[lilacella]

Here to provide some prongsfoot brain fodder!

So I know you like murder and a good Wendy AU and I just saw a theatre show about some horses girlies that ended in double murder, so what if Sirius and James are world class riders (dressage? Show jumping? Military?), both hailing from a long tradition of horsemanship, but while James and his family believe in working on the horses' terms, the Black family are notorious for their cruel methods, to horses and competitors alike. James teaches Sirius about The Other Way and as their (secret) relationship grows and Sirius becomes disillusioned with the ways of his family, they realise that the only way to put an end to the cruelty is to get rid of Orion and Cygnus. And really, stables are such a fire hazard....

Remus could be there too - maybe he works at the Black stables 60+ hours a week in exchange for keeping his horse there - a horse with no fancy pedigree, but together, they win a surprising amount of competitions (at least when Remus isn't sick and Orion isn't forcing him to work to keep him out).

And maybe Peter has a really fancy horse that his parents bought him, and they drive him hard because "Pettigrews are horse people", but Peter secretly hates horses (and horses hate him), has no talent for riding, and is overall miserable, but too afraid to stand up to his parents. The only thing that keeps him from hating the experience completely is the friendship he makes with the other three.

Oh, and Bellatrix is of course Sirius's and James's biggest competitor, and she gets on the cover of all the magazines, even gets a modelling deal - the world loves her - but her horses all go insane in the end and she has no qualms sending them to the slaughter house as her daddy has already bought her the next one.

Oh, oh, and Sirius's horse is a black stallion named Agamemnon. And Snuffles, the stray mutt who is good at catching rats, is his best friend besides James 💕

Sorry, this got long and complicated - do with it what you want 😅

Oh, oh, oh I LOVE THIS!

Okay listen, I am all for arson in the stable however you need to get the horses out of there first and do so inconspicuously. Which might be hard depending on the setup of the stable and how many horses you have inside. Also I kind of imagine the Black's to be lk too good to set foot into the stables themselves. They wait out front for the stable boy to bring them their saddled horses.

But I really like the idea of the fire 😊 maybe something else could burn 🤔 Orrr - you know these round thingies that look like a giant revolving door that make the horses run in circles? I hate these and they get really really fast and dangerous. So. What if Orion and Cygnus end up in one of these 😊 By accident. Noone knows how. Very tragic when they find their mangled bodies in the morning 😊

Anyways, however the murder commences, I love it but you know what I love even more?

There's this saying in Germany to call a loyal reliable person someone "Zum Pferde stehlen" (someone to steal a horse with). So I really like the idea of James and Sirius just taking their horses and fucking off. They live on the road and hide in the woods. They keep off the big roads and only ride small hidden paths. Eventually they might get caught. But they might not! Who knows! These boys are smart! And Peter and Remus are there to cover their traces!

Also absolutely love Peter being forced to ride hahaha that's so funny and fitting and Remus with his kind of knobby looking but very able horse that he loves very much!

Amazing, I am here for it! I see the vision!!

send me prongsfoot asks

[thehours2002]

i do enjoy the podcast in bed with the right but they've gotten christine baranski's name wrong multiple times now (they were discussing the episode of the good fight that distorted the story of moira's shitty men in media list) and i'm like guys. you can't get her real last name right and you keep mispronouncing mamet?? i hate that guy but geez the theatre girlies are catching strays here

[specialgradefckr]

Hey there girlie, just wanted to say that I love your series catching strays, and I love the whole concept of it. Somehow someway somewhere over the rainbow you just keep make these scrumdilly yum yum 😋 stories. Keep it up 💜💜💜

ahhhhhh you're so sweet!!! <3

catching strays was actually one of SEVERAL kitty hybrid au concepts i came up with, believe it or not, and it's also very old. like i was chatting with friends about it late last year, i think, and it was so fun to come up with each different new concept - gojo as a spoiled rich kid who'd be a bad pet owner, suguru as untrusting and hating humans, you as the person suguru's taken into his care, and the different things that have happened to you on the way there...

thank you~ i hope when i get back to it, i can keep the same energy going - the first two pieces were a lot of setup hehe.

[caliburn-the-sword]

more cress thoughts and reactions (if i wasn't lazy i would start numbering these)

WHAT is with this lunar guard and WHY would he randomly choose to help these guys. since he's a Named Character (but i already forgot) i'm demanding a pov chapter immediately. probably won't get one until we trust him tho rip

NO WAY SCARLET CAN'T DIE OMG - oh thank goodness she's been taken hostage. that's better because it means she has a chance

what is it with cinder and her tendency to pick up strays?? first thorne now the blondie

cinder got that medical rizz (got blondie to take his shirt to staunch blood)

wait how does blondie know that cinder is the lost princess?? did i miss something??? maybe it was something cress mentioned

"Thorne thought maybe it was best for her to practice (cutting bonds) on herself anyway" DAMN BRO COLD

i wonder if the programming making the sat invisible still applies now that it's crashed. if not we're about to have a big problem on our hands

"somehow she’d never worked the sensation of prickly facial hair into her fantasies. She would amend that after this." MISS GIRL WHAT???? that said i find the diction of 'amend that' there's just something so detached about it lmao

OMG THORNE LOST HIS VISION YES THIS IS MAKING ME NUTS

no i agree cress WHY would you give a newly blind man a knife

her hair is getting cut off <3 "It felt as though twenty pounds had been cut from her head" probably because it HAS girly. haircuts are literally magical. feel sad?? get a haircut

"It's not your fault" damn thorne i really appreciate how conscious he is of cinder's and now cress' self blaming problem even though he doesn't act like he's all compassionate. softie

grossed out by thorne kissing a 16 year old even if it was just her hand (someone play sixteen by ayesha erotica)

omg i thought the kids were talking about PRIZE MONEY for a BOUNTY and that we were about to see someone properly threatening appear, not just gummy worms fkshfsdkh. LOVE erland for indulging the children. he seems like a fun uncle type figure to have. i wonder how much those kids make him grieve for his daughter. OMG CINDER MENTION IT I NEED ERLAND'S REACTION

omg cress' descriptions of earth make me feel like i've been taking it for granted <3 i love her to death and i wish her all the happiness in the world

i LOVE thorne's no nonsense attitude, especially when it conflicts with cress' fantasies. yeah!! shake her!! wilderness survival king

tf??? i've never heard of a green sunset????? i'm assuming that this is a rural thing or i'm just gonna pin it down to random radioactive scifi reasons

thorne you know what OTHER than constellations would rule out australia?? THE SAND WOULD BE FUCKING RED. i would know because i did a 6 week cross country road trip across the desert from east to west and back again. i get that he's blind but surely cress would have noticed and thought to mention it (catch me looking for the southern cross constellation whenever i go to the northern hemisphere since it's the only one i can consistently recognise)

whenever cinder gets glamoured she always snaps out of it immediately. even kai, the few times it's happened to him. it's honestly VERY disturbing to read it from scarlet's perspective where she's completely unable to (also now i'm finding kai sus. does he have the implant against his knowledge?? he got out of it with pain but wolf literally got SHOT and stayed glamoured)

LANDED IN AFRICA OMG THEY'RE GONNA REUNITE WITH CINDER. I BET ERLAND HAS ALREADY HEARD NEWS ABOUT THE DROPPED SAT

cress' backstory is intriguing, ESPECIALLY because idk how she's alive. does experimenting really make her THAT worth keeping before her hacking skills came to light?? why does sybil want to keep shells alive in the first place?? she seems very down with eugenics

holding onto neurodivergent coded cress and defending her with my life. of course some traits overlap with her trauma and being isolated for so long

only just remembered this but i guess now my theory of cress not being fully lunar doesn't hold up now that i know her parents. but with what she's saying about her backstory, makes sense why she doesn't identify with lunars that much

maybe it was thorne that i decided was bi??? just by seeing this line about blackmailing a hot pilot if he were in her position??? now that i think about it he had a similar line about kai or something. anyway with thorne saying he would have blackmailed someone i reckon he's just putting on a facade so no one sees him as a softie. but it's still funny to just make characters queer. it's a coping mechanism

OMG NOW THAT THE SATELLITE HAS CRASHED THE LUNARS ARE EXPOSED. I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT. but the spyware should ALSO be down unless specific feeds went directly to the palace

this read has been such a treat for me!! i mentioned this on a reblog of one of my first cress post, but for those of you who haven't seen it when i was like. 5. my library had this picture book of the biblically accurate grimms brothers rapunzel. BEAUTIFUL illustrations. i was a silly goofy little kid obsessed with morbidity and i LOVED the gory illustrations of the prince's eyes getting stabbed out by thorns and him wandering around the forest all bloody and blind. i tried to find it online but couldn't!! the closest thing to it was rapunzel by sarah gibb which isn't gloriously violent anyway. i want to see if i can hunt it down irl and let you guys know which one it is but i used to frequent three different local libraries + the school library of my primary school was basically my own playground so i can't remember where i used to read it ;-; but yeah all this is to say i'm obsessed with cress as a retelling of rapunzel by far as someone who has a long history and grew up with it <3

@eddisfargo @francforever @winterrhayle @winterpinetrees

[pwnyta]

Some old messy Poke doodles. Red, Marcellas princesses, and Sickles boys. (and some other asshole)

This was from when I was struggling to find Kanto Ratatta in USUM... I had the rest of the gang... it took forever for one Kanto Ratatta....

More under the cut-

Dittos struggle with Red....

Havent drawn Missingno in 3000 years.

LEE WINS

Team Red in suits!

Marcellas babygirl. (a Wigglytuff man thats bigger than her)

Marcella has absconded with this couple!

Salazzle aggression against men could be worse....

The gang as a whole (with maybe Doc as an exception) are dangerous to deal with... but I think Father, Parallax, Permafrost, Rivers, Crow, Tsaritsa, and Glace are the true menaces.

Parallax has a weakness tho. How embarrassing for him.

Parallax and Decibel were friends when they were kids. Parallax having been an outcast for his dark typing and pissy attitude and Decibel due to being overly sensitive cuz thats just how Whismur be (and how loud they can get). So Parallax took it upon himself to have ONE WHOLE FRIEND and defended him.

After an accident that killed his family Decibel got shuffled into various foster homes where he had similar problems fitting in. Nothing worst to deal with than a traumatized Whismur/Loured and he eventually ended up on the streets.

After Decibel disappeared Parallax got worse. No one told him what happened and eventually he just figured Decibel was gone forever and made this everyone elses problem. He left home at an early age to due to his parents not wanting to have to deal with him and him not wanting to deal with anyone.

I chose for Decibels dad and brother to be the Meowtic line because Whismur and Espurr have the same ears and matching eeerrr names...

Catching strays with the Meow twins. Theyve done nothing wrong in their lives.

But eventually they found each other.

Wool found out the hard way not to kind of imply he knows too much about Parallax and make something that might sound like a threat to someone precious.

Everything is fine now... except Parallax is still a menace to everyone with few exception... (Besides Decibel hes also kind of fond of Velveteen and Jitter. They all like very pretty things together.)

I was working on (completely fucking needless) backstories for the Phi squad... I didnt get far. Velveteens father was a hardass who wanted to to be a fighter but shes more of a typical girly-girl (shes like the opposite of Marshall)

Astrolabes mother never wanted to evolve because she was scared of the amount of knowledge she'd get... but once she had Eliza she was too curious to see what would be in her daughters future and chose to evolve, but the amount of knowledge did in fact fuck her up and now shes completely catatonic and her husband takes care of her. And while Elizas father wasnt ever cruel to her he just wasnt father material. Eliza has developed a huge fear of her final evolution and has embedded an everstone under her skin to keep it from ever happening.

...I'll hammer out the details of others later...

Every one in the Kappa Division has a chaotic relationship.

Rivers has a chaotic relationship with basically everyone tho so... Spinner never had a chance. Wool gets into a lot of trouble because he kinda has a thing about being bullied...

Usually its by strong women but Rivers has a way about him... Perma is the ideal tho.

Anisos is the only person who can defeat Rivers because he just doesnt understand when hes being hit on.

Mittens and Doc are good friends. Baby versions of each other would stress the other out.

[spinebuster]

why does my dearest mjf mutual keep catching strays from elite girlies. she doesn't even fw punk