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fallenneziah · 1 year ago

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is it too much if i ask you to do a part two of alpha!ghost and omega!reader 🥹

Ah, don't worry @dragonstoneshortcake I will feed you more.

Alpha!Ghost and Omega!Reader pt2

If you haven't you can go back and read part 1 and 3

Your first heat with Alpha!Ghost was one that would stick with you. Ghost all the same. After that first heat, watching his seed slowly dripping from your fluttering hole. He wanted to do it all over again.

Alpha!Ghost who let's you keep his shirt, telling you, "you might need it sweetheart," with a wink and starts to pack himself up.

Omega!Reader who does in fact need that shirt. Who has unexplainable want to burrow into it. Whimpering at night and holding it tight to suffocate you like a pillow.

Like a rabbit kicking it's back legs from excitement or anxiousness.

Omega!Reader who hasn't experienced anything like Ghost's thick cock deep inside them. Who moan loudly as they think about his knot stuck inside your sweet hole.

Alpha!Ghost who gets in teasing touches during practice. Hand gliding down reader's ass or over their shoulder. Warm breath fanning to their ear, tumbling deeply when he sees the sore bite marks that still remain seared on their skin.

Alpha!Ghost who ruts his cock between his pillow, trying to get friction like that little omega, the chemical reaction of your heat burned into his mind.

Omega!Reader who breaks the cycle and heads to Ghost's office, tenacious and eager. The smell of your delicious pheromones tell him all he needs to know before he's sliding you closer, hands on your hips, guiding you along.

Omega!Reader who takes Ghost's cock in their mouth, sweat tears rolling as Ghost's hips cant up, his voice vibrating in their stomach.

"Oh such a good fuckin' angel... So fuckin' pretty on my cock, so fuckin' pretty..." He groans, stroking your cheek as saliva drips down your chin and you choke down his length.

Alpha!Ghost who plays into and teases reader for being so needy. Spanking their ass as he takes down their pants, bending them over the desk and growling in their ear as his fingers work their hole.

Omega!Reader who whines in reply, bringing this interaction down simply to submit, and submitted. The animal in desperation and the animal willing to give. Basic instincts imbedded in your genes telling you to take him. And take him all.

Alpha!Ghost who doesn't care that your pheromones spread. Others will know it's him taking you. His cock sinking into your hole, pushing you against the desk, nails digging in.

"Look at you- oh fuckin' 'ell sweetheart-" He growls.

Alpha!Ghost who doesn't spare you anymore than last time. He knows you're out of heat and just want his cock, and he'll give it to you. Rearranging your insides and keeping you completely pinned under him. Seeing you squirm and arch before giving up makes him feel so good.

Alpha!Ghost who gets you on his knot, slamming deep inside of you, feeling how far he's pushed, that slight swell in your belly from how deep his cock is seated inside you.

"You look so good on my knot..." He admires his work, he admires your body.

Sitting in his chair and caressing your body. Making you whimper and shiver. His lips and tongue tasting every little bit of you. Your sweet scent just leaking off you.

Alpha!Ghost who hadn't talked with you about what you actually were. You'd fucked twice and he didn't really know If you'd want it further.

Did that stop him from protecting you? No.

Alpha!Ghost who is so protective over you more now than ever. If you're sparring with someone else and they remotely touch you wrong Ghost is up in their face with a nasty snarl.

That's his. You back away. Back the fuck away.

Alpha!Ghost who as far as he's concerned, mated or not, you're his. His seed stains your insides, he's been closest to your smell than anyone in base, he's seen you in heat. He's pounded your brains out.

You. Are. His.

Omega!Reader who finds themselves at Ghost's door often after nightmares. When they'd opt to be alone mostly, they can't help wanting his scent. Hearing him hum as he let's you in, smelling him everywhere.

Omega!Reader burrowing into Ghost's side and his blankets, unable to help being completely consumed by the scent. It's not bad, they sniff him, paw at him, shifting through the night.

Alpha!Ghost who finds it... Rather adorable that you want more of him. Shifting a little so you can press your face up to his chest, inhaling deeply and whimpering into his arms.

Omega!Reader who completely melts when his arms wrap around them, feeling very comforted and safe with him.

Omega!Reader whose nightly occurrences in Ghost's room because frequent. Every other night the two share a bed, sometimes leading to his cock down your throat as you slowly or desperately suck him off.

Or other times it ends with his knot deep inside you, whispering about how he'll get you pregnant. He'll knock you up so good with his pups.

Omega!Reader whose fantasies are all Ghost. Him pounding them full of pups and making them leak. Back arched and crying out his name like it's the only word they know.

Omega!Reader knowing they want so much more with Ghost. Knowing they want off their pills, to let his seed get them pregnant. Who wants to be called his mate. Who wants that so so badly.

Omega!Reader who will notice how Ghost gets flirted with by betas around the base and will end up whining. Like a neglected puppy.

"What's wrong love? Someone step on your tail?" Ghost will tease, unaware the other officers flirting has severely ticked you off.

Omega!Reader who tries to pull Ghost to their whim once, getting so far as a utility closet before Ghost shoves them in, pressing his chest to their back, hearing them whimper desperately for something.

"Shh, think you get to do that sweetheart? No, no angel." He whispers, kissing your cheek and rutting against your ass.

I'm sure you'll work it out together somehow 😉

#cod smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader smut #cod mw2 #alpha simon riley #alpha!Ghost #omega!reader #omega reader

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ellequarius · 5 months ago

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MANIFEST YOUR DREAM LIFE THIS SUMMER ◃:✮.❃

Hey guys! I meant to make this post about a week ago but I've been busy with some other things. I made a post on the 1st stating that I would release a guide on how to manifest your dream life. However this past week I have been reading tons of neville and really working on the law of assumption (without the help of tumblr) . Because of this my perspective on manifestation has changed and therefore some of the things in my guide I would personally do differently knowing what i know. But I recognize that some of you guys don't really care about what neville says and you really don't have to in order to manifest your dream life. Keep things simple and stick to the law and you will get your desires. With that being said I decided to release the guide anyways because I know that it can help a lot of people. However I have decided that my page will be more neville-focused because his teachings have really helped me. I think using his teachings to manifest instead of relying on tumblr for information is much less stressful. (You can use his info for the void as well). My posts going forward will be a little bit longer, and less frequent.

Love you all!

🩷 elle

Have a wonderful summer!

#loa affirmations #neville goddard #manifesting #success stories #sammy ingram #edward art #loa

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goodnessgraves · 3 months ago

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hey boo saw your post abt wanting requests and decided I’d do a lil brain dump, had this stirring around my head for a while but what would 141 (or any particular one of them) do if reader just…busted down crying mid sex (happy tears) bc they have like some bad history w sex and they were just happy to feel comfortable in their own skin again

hope that made sense, love your works🫶🫶

so freaking simon riley oh my god.

A/N: fuck i’m just editing this to realize i read this WRONG HELP ME. ILL WRITE THE READER VERSION SOON LMAO SORRY IM A BLOCKHEAD.

soft gentle sex with simon!

All he knows is rough, he doesn’t know gentle. He knows finding a girl at the bar and giving her a rough shag- he knows the way girls pine after the mask without caring what’s underneath, but you, you’re different.

You’re on top of him, riding him at his pace and holding his face and peppering him with kisses, his mask long discarded. He doesn’t have to be Ghost around you, he can just be Simon.

Wet tears fall from his eyes as he mutters soft thank yous, praises, and i love yous.

“Si, what’s wrong?” You stop, holding his face, but his hands keep guiding your hips.

“It’s jus’- s’too soft. Not- God- Not used ta’ the lovin’ part o’ sex. Used ta’ fuckin’ not makin’ love, y’know?” He guides you by the hips, bouncing you softly.

“You want me to stop?” You look down at him, kissing his tears away.

“No-” He sighs out, “Fuckin’ ‘ell, yer too good fa’ me, lovie.”

#call of duty #goodnessgraves #cod #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #ghost riley

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eroselless · 6 months ago

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PATO - FIVE

series masterlist | part 3 | part 4

[charles leclerc x reader, carlos sainz x reader]

warnings: pregnancy, angst, breastfeeding, spanish and google translated french

note: Yikes, the way I wrote charles is lowkey toxic, mb lol. This part reminded me of a picture i saw ages ago about how men and women deal with breakups, dudes moving on immediately and end up being sad after a few months and women being sad for a bit and then moving on after a few months.

Anyways, shoutout to my baby sisters for being my main inspiration behind Lucero and for helping me figure out what babies do at 13 months lol I apologies in advance if some things don’t make sense, I tried my best to imitate the way they used to speak and use that for Lucero.

Although not necessary, I listened to this playlist while I did all my writing and editing. It’s a nice bittersweet blend. If you guys wanna give it a listen, I think it would enhance the feelings in this part :)

We’re bouncing a little with the time jumps again but as always, they have the dates so its easier to track :) Happy reading!

MEXICO, OCTOBER 2024

Charles staggers into the hotel room, chest heaving as if he’s been sprinting miles without rest. His chest constricts, each breath coming out in shallow puffs as he struggles to recompose himself.

“Mon cœur?” he hears come from the bedroom and he no longer has it in him to hold back. Alexandra peeks out, eyes full of concern as she approaches the sobbing man. His face is buried in his hands and he would give anything to blend into the wall he’s leaning on. Guiding him to their room, she sits him down, slotting herself between his legs as he grips tight around her middle. His tears soak through her shirt as his body wracks with loud sobs.

Frustration, anger, sadness – they all jumble together in his mind. Alexandra runs her fingers through his hair, murmuring comforts and feather light kisses into his hairline and waits for the sobs to soften before speaking.

"Mon cœur, que s'est-il passé?" she asks, gently pushing his face away from her torso. My heart, what happened? She cradles his face as he looks up at her, silent tears staining his face. “That little girl we met today... she's my daughter. I didn’t know.” His voice is hoarse when he whispers, full of regret and guilt.

Alexandra’s eyes widen at the admission. “Charles, comment a-t-elle pu te cacher quelque chose comme ça? C'est... impardonnable," she says, her tinged with sympathy and indignation. How could she keep something like this from you? That's... unforgivable.

Charles shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut, a few tears still escaping down his cheeks. His sobs are fading in quiet hiccups as he slowly regains his breathing. “No, Alex. It’s not her fault. I’m the one who wasn’t there, it’s all my fault. I didn’t care enough, I left.”

She’s puzzled at his confession, lost in the depth of his sorrow. “What?”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

MONACO, DECEMBER 2022

You’re lying partially on your side, arm draped over your bare chest as it rises and falls at a steady pace. He watches as you turn away, hair cascading over your back. The sheets are wrapped just over your middle, your upper body completely exposed to the air. The soft morning light filters through the room and Charles can’t help but think of the events last night.

He can still hear your voice as it echoes through the room, begging him not to stop. He can feel the crescent moons you’ve pressed into the thick muscles of his back. The ghost of your lips still lingers on his skin, like the stain of red lipstick on the collar of a white shirt.

He leans over your sleeping figure, dragging his nose over your shoulder and pressing a ghost of a kiss there. It rouses you just enough to murmur a drowsy protest. “Don’t go,” you whisper and reach out for him, the tips of your fingers barely catching his skin. He is already on his feet.

"I'll be back soon," he lies, slipping out before you can say anything else. He busies himself with mundane tasks, filling his day with errands that could be left for later. He thinks of you, all on your own, in your shared apartment waiting for him to come home. As you always did. He drives across the city, glancing at his phone as your messages roll in, swiping them away almost as quickly as they came.

The truth was, being at home was proving to be increasingly difficult as time went on. His home with you, once a sanctuary, felt like a pressure cooker ready to pop. He loved you, doted on your every move but the constant fear of his career and unrelenting scrutiny of the public had slowly started to suffocate him. He couldn’t bear to break your heart and burden you with his overwhelming amount of feelings. What if he’d never be good enough for Ferrari, good enough for you? With every moment he spent away, he kept sinking into his own mind, choosing to ignore you and your attempts at breaking down his walls. He hated being away from you but he couldn’t help but pack you away into a corner of his mind, where he knew you’d be waiting for him, day in and day out.

He comes home late that night, the guilt of having to face you gnawing at him. It's well after sunset and the night air is cool, the breeze turning icy. He walks through the door, expecting the lights to be off but is surprised to see you leaning over the sink, rinsing off dishes.

Your face lights up when you see him, a tender smile he knows is only for him.

“Cha, you’re back,” you exclaim, turning to face the counter closest to the wall. You pick up a plate, filled generously with a meal that he could tell you spent a great deal of effort on. It’s gone cold in his absence.

He only gives you a small smile, pressing a light kiss to your temple. He can’t help but feel a little surprised at your good mood. But he can’t bring himself to match the enthusiasm you carry in your voice.“I’m not really hungry,” he mutters, eyes not meeting yours. “I think I’ll just shower and head to bed.”

Your smile falters as he moves towards your bedroom, hurt flickering across your face. “But.. I made this for you. You’ve been out all day, I thought we could eat together.”

He forces a smile, trying to appease you and end the conversation quickly. “I appreciate it amour, really. I’m just really tired.”

He can feel your eyes on him as he turns away, heavy with unspoken words. If he knew then what he knows now, he would've stood in that room and held you close. He would’ve tried harder to keep you by his side. He would’ve told you that he loved you. But he didn’t.

She’ll come back, it’s okay, his thoughts echo while he stares at the door as you run into the night. You’re his rock, his anchor. His home. Weeks trickle by slowly and he can feel you slip away as more time goes by. He eventually stops thinking that he can hear your keys jingle in the lock at the front door. Your scent no longer clings to the bedsheets and the lush scented detergent you would buy gradually runs out. He slowly begins placing your things in boxes and taking them into storage where he hopes one day you’ll come to get them. Soon enough, he erases you from the apartment completely and it's as if you were never even there.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Charles shakes his head, his breath hitching. “I would do that often when I was home. I would lavish her with affection, trying to make sure she knew that I loved her with my whole being but…” he stops, pressing shaky fingers to his lips as if his breath is completely depleted. “I would find reasons to leave, seeking comfort in anything that wouldn’t make me think of what I was feeling inside.”

"Why?" Alexandra asks softly, her hand gently stroking his back.

"I was scared," he admitted. "Scared of losing her, of not being enough. I thought keeping my distance, both physically and emotionally, would protect the both of us, but it only drove her away."

Alexandra's heart aches for him as he confesses. She knows Charles loves her but as his emotions spill out before her, she can’t help but feel like the other woman. She feels guilty as this new feeling is born and grows quickly. He’s confiding in her and the only thing she can think of are the doubts beginning to spiral in her mind. Trying to mask her discomfort she wraps her arms around him, his body relaxing against her as his breath gets smoother.

"You did what you thought was best, Charles. You made mistakes, yes, but now you’ve learned and can move to find a better way forward," she says as her hand rubs up and down his back.

Charles shakes his head. "I was selfish, Alex. I was so focused on my fears that I ignored her needs. I wanted to build a life together, to have a family. I pushed her away, and now... now I have a daughter I've never met."

Alex swallows hard as tears begin to bead in her eyes. She tries not to think too much about what he’s saying. She tries not to think about how this could make or break them. Would he still want to build something with me? Have the family he’s always wanted with me?

“But you're here now and that’s all that matters. It’s not going to be easy but you can still be part of Lucero’s life and maybe, in time find a way to make amends.” She meets his gaze once again. The whites of his eyes are now red, only making the green around his iris look more brilliant than it did before. “Thank you, mon amour. For being here, for listening. I don’t deserve you.”

She gives him a small smile, pushing away the feelings of insecurity that are now growing in the back of her mind. “Nous allons nous en sortir. Juste… ne m'exclut pas, d'accord ? Je ne peux pas t'aider si tu ne me laisses pas entrer.” We’ll get through this. Just… don’t shut me out, okay? I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.

“Je promets,” he nods, pulling her into his arms again. I promise.

Charles is exhausted as he lays in her arms later that night, face pressed into her chest, snug against her heart. Alexandra lies awake in the darkness, the thought of you overtaking her mind. Her hands tenderly brush over Charles’s hair, his deep breaths tickling her skin slightly. There will always be a part of him that belonged to you. And it makes her wonder, with Lucero and you beginning to take your places in his heart, would there still be room for her?

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The sun gently peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir from your sleep, eyes heavy as you turn to the sound of Lucero’s cries. You begin to pull yourself up, pushing the sheets off of you. You hear a string of tsks next to you, Carlos gently pulling you back to bed.

“Tu quedate aqui,” he says quietly, his voice rough. “Yo voy por ella.” You stay here, I’ll get her.

You mumble a slurred ok, nodding with eyes still very heavy as you settle back down. Eyes still puffy with sleep, you settle on now propped-up pillows. Pulling at the straps of your sleep shirt, you slip the top off. You watch hazily as Carlos moves to Lucero’s makeshift crib, his steps quiet and measured. He coos at her and you can see her little hands reach out for him, legs kicking in frustration. “Buenos días, mi patito,” he says, cradling her close. “Ya vamos con la mamí, no te preocupes.” Good morning, my duckling. We're going with mummy, don’t worry. It makes your heart flutter as he stares at her with his gentle eyes, pressing a kiss to her hand as it goes to poke at his chin.

He makes his way back to the bed, watching as you adjust yourself in your spot. Lucero babbles, her initial upset fading into a groggy murmur as she nestles into the crook of Carlos’s neck. Her thumb catches on her lip as she tries to suck on it.

Carlos chuckles as he watches her latch onto it, gently pulling it from her mouth. “No, señora,” he says teasingly. No, ma'am. “No thumb-sucking, little miss.” His gaze is warm as he hands her to you.

The room fills with a peaceful silence as Lucero latches on, her small body relaxing in her mother’s arms. She holds on tightly, almost insatiable as she feeds. Carlos climbs back into bed, propping himself up on one elbow. His gaze is fixed on the two of you, eyes soft as he sees how devoted you’ve become to your little one, the love and connection strong between you.

He can’t help but feel a sense of awe as he continues to watch you. He can’t help but admire how far you’ve come, the bond between you and Lucero beautiful and pure. The feeling of protectiveness and devotion to the two of you grows every day. He catches him thinking of the babe as his own, his daughter. She meant everything to him and he can’t bear to even imagine his life without her in it. Yet, he knew that Charles had a right to be a part of her life too, no matter how much it hurt to have to share that role. It's a thought that fills him with warmth but follows with a pang of bittersweet reality.

With Lucero’s cries ceased, you gaze down at her. You're engrossed with how peaceful she looks, her little nose pressing into the flesh of your breast, little hands holding you as close as she can. Her eyes are beginning to droop again as her tummy fills up. She sighs in her stupor, pausing briefly before continuing.

You can feel Carlos’s gaze on you. He looks at you in adoration, fingers ghosting over Lucero’s chubby legs. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, sitting up as he does. Taking a deep breath, he breaks the silence. “Do you wanna talk about last night?” he asks gently. “And what comes next?”

The question hangs in the air briefly, heavy with the weight of this new reality. You take a deep breath, mind coursing with different thoughts and emotions. “Not really, no.” You confess with a dry chuckle. If you could stay in this moment, just the three of you, you would without a second thought. “But we need to.”

He takes another deep breath, nodding. His expression is thoughtful as he threads his fingers through yours, bringing your hand up to his lips. “I know,” he says quietly. “I was thinking… If we’re going to do this, maybe we should also think about involving Alexandra.”

You blink in surprise, your eyebrows furrowing. “Alexandra?” you repeat, voice uncertain.

Carlos nods, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah,” he says slowly. “I know its complicated, but she’s a part of Charles’s life. If he’s going to be in Lucero’s life, she might be too.”

Your expression is still a puzzled one as you respond. “I hadn’t thought about that,” You admit. “Do you think it's a good idea?”

Carlos sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. “But I think we should at least be open to it. Lucero deserves to know everyone who loves her. And I’m here, i know it’s not the same but I feel that because of that, she should be there too. We can’t ignore that.”

Your heart aches slightly at the thought, fear and hope swirling in your chest. “I’m scared, Carlos,” you say, voice beginning to tremble. “I don’t want to make things harder for her.”

Carlos leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I know,” he whispers, eyes trained on her little figure, still sucking away. “But we need to think about what’s best for her in the long run. We’ll take it slow and be there for her every step of the way.”

Your eyes begin to fill with tears, your grip on Lucero tightening slightly. “What if it doesn’t work out? What if it hurts her?”

Carlos’s eyes soften, and he cups your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. “We’ll do everything we can to make sure she’s okay,” he says firmly. “We’ll protect her. But we can’t shield her from everything. She deserves the chance to know her family, even if it’s complicated.”

You nod slowly, heart heavy with the weight of the decision. “Okay,” you say softly. “We’ll try. But we have to be careful. We have to make sure it’s what’s best for her.”

Carlos smiles, his eyes filled with love and pride. “We will,” he promises. He presses his forehead to yours.“We’ll figure it out together.”

Lucero had finished feeding, her eyes now drifting closed as she snuggles against your chest. You look down at her daughter, feeling a swell of emotion as you cradle her closer. Her jaw trembles slightly, a sign she was tired once again. “I just want her to be happy,” you whisper, voice breaking slightly.

Carlos wraps his arm around you, pulling the two of you close. “She will be,” he says gently. “She has you. And she has me. And now, she has a chance to know her father too.”

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BRAZIL, NOVEMBER 2024

The sun is high over Sao Paolo when you arrive to the paddock. The air is electric with excitement, spectators slowly filling up the stands around the track. Their conversations create a gentle buzz that echoes above the garages.

Carlos makes his way into the paddock, smiling at photographers and journalists as they wait for his entrance. They don’t miss the small body he holds in his arms and the woman that trails closely behind him, fingers intertwined with his.

Your eyes scan meet the people waiting for you to enter, a delicate smile gracing your lips. Once in the Ferrari garage, you take release a breath, one you didn’t know you’d been holding back.

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” you ask Carlos as you’re settled in the back of the garage. A sudden wave of nerves washes over you as you can see a couple photographers clicking away around the garage. “Bringing her here?”

Carlos leans on one of the tables with you, nodding, fingers gently brushing over her wispy tufts of brown hair. “She seems to like it,” he points out as she squeals happily, pulling at the wire that connects to the big headphones Fred passed to her as you entered. “Besides, it’s good for her to see where Charles and I spend so much time.”

You smile, the concern still evident in your eyes. “I just don’t want her to feel overwhelmed.”

“She’s tougher than she looks,” Carlos says, fingers going to lovingly pinch at your arm. You know he’s referring to her but the look on his eyes makes you think he might mean you too.

Lucero spots the red car being worked on and babbles excitedly as she sees the garage technicians checking around the car.

“Cah-loh!” she exclaims, her voice a mix of wonder and determination. “Sí, Lu, un carro,” you correct gently. Yes, Lu, a car. Her attempt at say carro was endearing, the R sound still elusive for her baby tongue. Car. “Es rojo. Puedes decir, rojo?” she claps her hands, ignoring your request. Its red. can you say red?

Carlos chuckles, leaning down to kiss her head. “Lolo’s going to drive el carro rojo, mi amor.” he says to her, pointing to himself and adding a soft vroom as he begins to imitate a car with his hand. He makes almost a flying motion with his hand in front of you before gently whooshing it towards the bubbly baby, tickling her tummy. She giggles, managing to grap his hands and pulls at his fingers. She holds them up to her face, a soft gargle of buh buh buh falling from her lips.

Lucero catches the eye of Charles as he makes his way into the garage, his eyes lighting up as he approaches you. He’s wearing those god-awful bleached jeans again, the odd stripes something you always teased him about. You just don’t see the art yet, he’d often say.

He gives Carlos a side hug before hesitantly leaning over you and wrapping his arms around you. It sends a wave of nerves through the both of you. He lets go quickly before he can think much of it and crouches slightly to meet Lucero’s eyes.

“Bonjour, ma petite amour,” His voice is soft as he speaks to her. Hello, my little love. There’s an eager smile on his face, one that masks the nerves that were bubbling just beneath the surface. It’s one you recognize.

Lucero looks at Charles, suddenly clampering into your arms, tucking her face into your neck. Charles’s heart clenches at the sight. “Muñeca, dile hola a Cha,” you say, his nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. Doll, say hi to Cha.

You poke gently her little tummy, pulling her attention to her father. He smiles at her as she peeks out from behind your hair. You guide her hand gently towards Charles and she meets him in the halfway, her little fingers wrapping around his. “She’ll warm up,” you reassure. “It’s a lot for her, all these new faces and places.”

Charles nods, a slight flutter of uncertainty vibrating through his chest. “I understand,” he says. “I’m just happy to see her.”

Carlos observes the exchange, emotions swirling in his chest. He can’t help the protectiveness and understanding that bubble up as he sees this. He moves away from the table only to have Lucero reach her arms out for him.

“Vienes conmigo, estrellita?” he asks as she pulls away from you and Charles, oblivious to the emotions of the adults around her. Are you coming with me, little star? She points excitedly at the car again, prompting Carlos to get near it. Buh buh buh she tries quietly.

“Bah bah,” she finally manages, voice loud as she proceeds to bury her face into Carlos’s shirt. He lets out a giggle as she does so. “Baba, bluum.” he looks at her with wide eyes, bouncing her in his arms. He glances over at you, jaw slack as he identifies what she’s trying to say.

Charles’s smile falters momentarily. She means papa, he thinks. He masks his broken-heartedness quickly and turns to you. “She seems to really like the cars.” He comments, trying to keep his otne light.

“She does,” you say, glancing between the two men. “Maybe she’ll be a driver someday, like her father.”

“Maybe,” Charles says, his voice sounding like it’s far away. The word father hangs in the air, shrouded in a veil and he’s not sure if you mean Carlos or him.

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Unraveling the Ferrari Enigma: Carlos Sainz Arrives with Mystery Woman and Baby, Spotted Again with Charles Leclerc at Brazilian GP

In an unexpected twist at the Mexican Grand Prix, Ferrari driver Carlos Sainz was seen arriving hand-in-hand with a mystery woman and a baby, sparking widespread speculation and intrigue within the F1 community. The woman, identified by sharp-eyed fans as Y/N L/N, the elusive former girlfriend of Sainz’s teammate, Charles Leclerc, has rarely been seen publicly, adding to the mystique surrounding this revelation.

Y/N L/N, who maintained a low profile throughout her relationship with Leclerc, has remained a figure of intrigue among fans and the media. Leclerc, known for his privacy regarding personal matters, never publicly acknowledged L/N, making this unexpected appearance alongside Sainz and the child even more startling.

Adding to the speculation, L/N and the baby—whose identiy remains undisclosed—made a second appearance at the Brazilian Grand Prix, further capturing the attention of the F1 world. Observers noted that not only were L/N and the child seen with Sainz, but they were also frequently spotted around Leclerc, intensifying curiosity about the current dynamics within the Ferrari team.

The repeated public appearances of L/N and the child have ignited a flurry of questions regarding their connection to Sainz and Leclerc, and what this means for the Ferrari drivers off the track. Could this development cause tension between Sainz and Leclerc? With the high stakes of the racing season and the close-knit nature of the F1 community, the unexpected appearance of L/N and the baby has undoubtedly raised eyebrows and sparked numerous questions.

a/n: Hi friends! If you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much for reading! Any feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated, they seriously keep me so motivated <3

What do you guys think about this little news item? I enjoyed coming up with the one I made back in part 2, I thought why not make one for this part? Should I keep adding them in every now and then?

tags: @kravitzwhore @janeh22 @apollosfavkiddo @leah-also-known-as-creatoronwp @tremendousstarlighttragedy @sltwins @bwormie @marshmummy @honethatty12 @staplerrrr @smithieandy @loloekie @musicheaux @jeondeluxe111 @dessxoxsworld @xoscar03 @emryb @yl90 @poppyflower-22 @a-distantdreamer

strike through => tumblr won’t let me tag you!

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz imagine #charles leclerc imagine

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pinkacademiaprincess · 1 year ago

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Any guide on Elle woods / hermione / rory coz I had no study motivation 😮‍💨

“she’s like a real life rory gilmore…”

fictional study icons guide, part 1: rory gilmore

ty for the ask! i’m gonna make this multiple parts, next will be elle woods, i never read/ watched harry potter tho so idk about hermione �� but if y’all want me to do other characters, feel free to send ideas!

know your goals

rory had a clear idea of what she wanted for herself: to go to harvard & to become a journalist. when school & studying starts to feel tedious or difficult, having a strong “why” will keep you going. maybe you want to get into a certain school, you have a dream career path, or you want to become extra knowledgeable. never lose sight of your goal - surround yourself with reminders of it. rory had harvard memorabilia hanging in her room as a constant reminder of what she was working towards. you can create a vision board online, print pictures & hang them in your room, put notes up on your mirrors & walls. remember that classes, tests, & assignments are all leading you to a greater goal. studying is a means to an end and you deserve the best ending!

study a lot

rory prioritized her studies and spent a lot of her free time on schoolwork. the easiest way to succeed is to put in the time. don’t cut corners when it comes to your education - do your homework and assignments diligently, go through assigned readings & videos carefully, & if the teacher gives you optional/additional work, do it. remember tho, it’s important to study smarter, not harder. the most beneficial thing you can do is spend as much time as possible utilizing study methods that work for you. don’t waste time on study methods that aren’t effective for you. you can search my older posts for info about study styles or google learning styles & use that to help determine your best approach to schoolwork.

conquer challenges asap

when rory first started going to chilton, she unexpectedly got a bad grade on one of her first essays. she could have sat there and made excuses, felt sorry for herself and blamed the school/ teachers, but instead she worked extra hard to improve and overcome that poor grade. in the end she was valedictorian, showing that she was able to rise to the challenge and ultimately succeed. if you find yourself struggling with schoolwork, please take initiative asap and get whatever help you need. utilize all your resources - teachers, classmates, youtube video explanations, khan academy, tutors (if possible) - do not allow a dip in performance to be your norm. try to get to the bottom of why you’re struggling and then take care of whatever’s causing it. if you let yourself succumb to the struggle - telling yourself it’s because of bad teachers, the content is too hard, etc. - the only person who is gonna suffer in the long run is you. be proactive and take charge of your education.

take breaks

while rory did spend a lot of her time studying, it didn’t rule her whole life. she still made time for friends, family, and fun activities. life is about balance, and you don’t want to burn yourself out by spending every waking moment on school. take breaks for fun, to spend time with loved ones, to get fresh air & be active. give your mind breaks so that you can stay in top shape. that being said, make sure you strike a balance. don’t let your social life get in the way of your academics, but don’t let studying stop you from living life.

read a lot!

when i think of rory, i think of reading. she always has her nose in a book! she not only reads, but she reads books that are thought-provoking and intellectual - classics, non-fiction, and so on. reading is a wonderful hobby and it can also be a way to expand your mind. challenge yourself by reading books that are somewhat difficult to challenge yourself to read closely & dissect the content. find classics that genuinely interest you or non fiction on topics you enjoy. combine the fun of reading with the desire for intellectual growth. by reading more difficult books you can improve your vocabulary, build you reading comprehension skills, become better at analyzing literary devices, and overall become a more interesting person.

that’s all! have a great school year & best of luck with your studies! 🩷

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punksocks · 1 year ago

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Please pick the picture that resonates with you, that gives you sort of that subconscious pull. The picture with the most weight behind it.

This didn’t quite turn out how I expected but I do like the results ! Everything may not resonate perfectly because they’re general readings, but please comment which pile resonates with you the most, and your thoughts after your reading <3

Why do people stare at you?

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-Pile 1: People stare at you because you have this air of authority. You may have been through a lot of heavy life experiences, a lot of tragedy and betrayal from those you’re closest to. (I had a hard time writing out the words for this one- some of your may still really struggle with the weight of what you’ve endured.) But you’ve made a lot of progress in overcoming this. You’ll get your just deserts and you’ll never have to look back at this betrayal again. You know how to build a way out for yourself and that empresses a lot people and gives you a naturally regal air (I misspelled this in my notes too lol, confirmation). You still manage to be kind and generous despite your wounds from what you’ve endured. If you have the mean, financial or otherwise, you use them to be a good person. You’re at the end of a cycle of suffering and people find your strength poetic. You’ve gotten through so much so successfully, it leaves people enamored and they want to honor how you’ve done it (ok I was going to write hear over honor but it felt too important to correct, this confirms how you’re coming out of this on top). You work so hard, endlessly, people are in awe of your stamina and want to know what you’re doing next. You’re a very passionate person, people love your ambitions and how you always have energy to create and expand and work (Do you have fire signs in your big 6? Especially Aries?). You’re the life of the party ! You may be a heartbreaker as well. People want to work with you to see what you know (Possible Capricorn energy, especially Ascendant). People don’t think they’ll measure up to your -steep- standards, but they love to shoot their shot anyway (my notes say to be your lover, but I can’t type that outright lol). You have boss babe energy and people want a shot at proving themselves to you (proving that they can keep up with you, even when they /know/ they can’t). They get scared at the possibility of fumbling you (bruh the way I sucked my teeth on accident, this doesn’t impress you lol). They think their worlds will fall apart if they have you and screw it up (Scorpio/Pluto placement vibes?) People see you as rich, wealthy, abundant (financially, rich in resources, energy even, any of that). They see you as very ambitious and they wonder if they can keep up without falling behind or getting jealous. People dispare over the thought of keeping up with you because they know they can’t match you (*despair, but this may indicate experiencing ghosting for some of you. Also emphasis on Aries energy again). You do all of this while prioritizing your self care and happiness. Good for you Pile 1! Don’t slow down or neglect yourself on behalf of anyone. Someone that knows how to match you will come into your life if they haven’t already. Ancestors/ guides/ however you prefer to refer to them as say they’re proud of you but you’ve got to release all of those people that want you to slow down for them— they’re dead weight (damn, stone cold, as you should be).

Songs:

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-Pile 2: people stare at you because you’re super major! My brain went to a valley girl accent so people may regularly under estimate you pile 2 (major Elle Woods from Legally Blonde vibes). They may assume you’re a bit vapid or superficial but you contain multitudes and you have some seriously strong boundaries. The Emperor came out from 2 different decks! You’re often the smartest person in the room, and you really don’t care about your haters, you couldn’t care less about them because you know they’re below you. (Impressive, a lot of people have to work on healthily embracing their ego, you’re balanced in this and that’s commendable.) People stare at your naturally regal presence ‘I look expensive’ I’d what I just heard. You are really luxurious (in small and big ways - luxury can also mean never treating yourself less than you deserve.) People may try to steal attention from you but you know they’re grasping at straws. You don’t let them phase you. Like grounded Libra energy. You may be a bit older, some of you have Libra conjunct outer planets. Like Pluto, so there’s a lot of depth to your grace and charm. At the beginning (of the reading) the original Venus song, from the 60s, played. You may also be drawn to a vintage/classic style and this adds to your charm. The fact that you know when to pause and rest helps make you so unstoppable. You’re a very balanced person, strong Libra energy. You channel being balanced into making things happen (‘making money moves’). I thought of my Grandma (my favorite Libra tbh) very demure, classical lady, but she could move mountains when she set her mind to it. You have a razor sharp intuition too, you always know ‘when to hold ‘em and when to fold em’ (do some of you like country music? Lol) You know how to get your wishes fulfilled. You may be older (gen X) or you just have really mature vibes for your age. You’ve probably transformed a lot to get to this point in your life as well. I’m happy for you and your guides are proud of how far you’ve come (and how far you’ll go)

Cosmia by Joanna Newsom

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-Pile 3: Hello my pile 3’s, your guides had a lot they wanted to say to you and I had to switch pens bc my first one ran out. I get the feeling that you rushed into a new opportunity lately. A situation that you thought you wished for but it broke your heart. Could be a relationship or a job, something that you hoped would solve your woes but brought you more head and heart ache than you expected. This was a challenging period but people are staring because they can see hope and optimism coming back to you. ‘The sun will shine on another day’ I heard. (Either you’re realizing this or your guides need you to know this truth.) The Sun, The Star, and the Ace of Swords all came out so you’re really being called to stay optimistic because things will get better is what I’m getting. You’re gaining more abundance after a hard period and you’ve been weighed down by a lot of burdens (too many !). But this cycle is ending and is calling on you to listen to the knowledge you already know. You’re growing into your emotional understanding and overall this pushed growth is for the best. You’re learning you’re your own expert guide. You know what you want and need the best out of everyone. People can tell you’re changing and you’re not who you used to be.

#pac #pick a picture #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a photo #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot #tarot reading #general reading #witch #Spotify #astroblr

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popatochisssp · 1 year ago

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So um I saw the ask about the adopted sibling, so I wanted to ask for the new boys plus love your headcanons

This one, right?

Phew it's been awhile, here goes...

Ash (Undergloom Sans): He’s the absolute best to chill with, whenever you need a calm moment with no expectations on you. He loves talking music with you too, and always keeps his non-existent ears open for stuff he thinks he you might like so he can share it with you later. Be prepared for him to try to convert you to the physical media lifestyle if you’re not already into it, CDs and records and cassettes are the way to go, kiddo!

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): You know the joke about grandmas who hear you haven’t eaten and drop everything to rush over and feed you? Well, it’s not really a joke, it’s him, he’ll do it. Not having a home-cooked meal is not an option if he has anything to say about it. Any mention of being hungry or not knowing what you’re going to do for dinner is basically a guarantee that he’s going to be coming by to check on you—either with leftovers in tow, or plans to push past you into your kitchen and get to work.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): Do you get cold easily? Do you like knitwear? Are you in need of any sweaters or scarves or hats or gloves? Your answer is irrelevant, you’re going to get them, in spades. You also get to share basically anything he’s eating at any time, if you happen to be around, you will get offered a bite or a piece or a sip, whether you ask or not. The sooner you accept your fate, the better.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): Problems disappear for you. You might not put it together that it’s his doing because he doesn’t go out of his way to draw attention to it, but once you’re in his life, your life starts to feel a bit more charmed. Your stuff hardly ever breaks, you always have what you need when you need it, people are nice to you—and if they’re not, they don’t seem to stay in your orbit long enough for it to matter. He’s a facilitator, and what he wants to facilitate for you is an easy, uncomplicated life. (Just don’t call him on it unless you want to be the annoying little sibling. He is not nice! How dare you imply otherwise... Brat.)

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He’s a great sounding board for when you don’t know what to do. He doesn’t give advice, per se, but he’s a calm and patient listener, and he has a real knack for guiding you to realize what you want or need. He’s also an open invitation to absolutely anything he’s doing, whether that’s baking or yoga or watching a show. You’re always welcome to join if you want something to do!

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): He’s your tech-bro, the guy you bring your stuff to before having to call a professional. He’ll give you a bit of shit for 'breaking' it, what’d you do, what kind of weird sites were you on, huh? But in spite of his grumping, he always does his best to fix your problem and set you up for success later. Just show a little gratitude, pay him in chocolate, or coffee, or watching that horror movie with him that no one else wants to, yeah?

Pitch (Horrrorswapfell Sans): He’s the one you want if you’re looking for a fun time. All that stuff you need to get permission for or no one ever let you do because you’re too young or inexperienced? He’s the one to make it happen—you’ve gotta get the experience somehow, don’t you? He can get you into parties, movies, whatever you want to do, really. He’s definitely gonna be the one to take you for your first tattoo, first piercing, first drink (provided you want any of those, of course)… You only live once and there’s no better time to start than when you’re young and the world is your oyster!

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): What’s his is yours. If there’s something he has that you like or want for yourself, go ahead, take it , he doesn’t need it—or if he does, he can get a new one. Clothes, trinkets, food, essentials, if he has it you can help yourself to it, no questions asked. The only thing he cares about is that you're happy and taken care of.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): Do you need a ride? Will you need a ride? When will you need a ride? He’s there whenever, any time night or day if you gotta get somewhere and don’t want to (or can’t) drive. But hey, if you want to learn how to drive, he’d love to teach you! He’s chill and easygoing so he’s probably the least likely to stress you out while you’re learning…and if you do manage to ding his bumper or scrape the curb a little, hey, it happens, that’s why you’re practicing, y’know?

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): Documentarian of all your special moments, taking pictures of, for, and with you, recording videos, saving any and all physical scraps of paper with your name or accomplishments listed on them that he can get his hands on. He’s proud of you and all the things you do, of course there ought to be a record of it all—for posterity! …And for him. …And for you, in case you ever forget any of the cool things you’ve done!

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): He’s just kind of always around. Usually as a hooded figure lurking in the distance, but occasionally falling into step with you when you’re walking somewhere alone, or sliding into the seat beside you on public transit. He’s not always much for conversation but he likes being around if you need him, or at least keeping you from being all the way alone.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): A near-constant source of messages and appearances throughout your day. He’s always happy to entertain you if you want someone to talk to, but especially if you happen to be bored (the horror!). He’s got a knack for knowing when you need a diversion or an amusement and he’s sure to pop up on one screen or another to give it to you when you need him the most.

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): He loves to shower you in presents pretty much whenever he sees you. Never anything expensive or even necessary, mostly just bizarre little tchotchkes—bracelets, pendants, bobbles and baubles—seemingly random items that ‘had your vibe’ or felt like they’d be ‘on your wavelength.’ Annoyingly enough, he’s never wrong, no matter how weird the gift, it’s always right up your alley and he loves bringing a smile to your face with his random finds.

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): If you didn’t want to have your own personal stylist…well sorry, maybe you shouldn’t have gotten adopted by proxy by somebody who wants you to look and feel your best, I guess? He likes to take you shopping for things and offer his advice and opinions, and if you’ll let him, maybe steer you towards a few things here and there that you wouldn’t have thought to try. Don’t worry about the cost of anything, if there’s a deal to be had, he’ll get it one way or another…

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): The best wingman ever, he’s always down to be there for you when you need a little confidence boost, too shy or nervous to do something all by yourself. If you need a hype up before asking someone out, somebody to go to XYZ with so you’re not the odd one out, even just somebody to go see a movie with, the answer’s always the same—sounds great, what time? He’ll never let you down and never leave you hanging.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): He's like having a bodyguard whenever you need one. And really, who wouldn’t want to have a big tough guy willing to follow them around and do whatever they want him to do? He’s great at that, being a strong silent presence for you whether you need a little intimidation or just someone to get something off a high shelf for you—y’know, typical scary tall guy stuff. But if you’re looking for some quiet quality time, he’s good for that too, happy to parallel play anytime!

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): He’s good at keeping you on track and making sure all your important documents are in order. He knows your schedule almost down to the minute and tends to text you about anything that might interrupt your routine before it becomes a problem, and you don’t even have to ask him to take a look at your financials or help you with taxes—he’s already combed through the figures and pounced on every little discrepancy and rounding error he could find. You’re welcome, by the way.

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): You don’t get out enough. You’re coming out with him. Yes, outside. No, you don’t have a choice, he’ll drag you if you don’t go willingly, being inside 24/7 is terrible for you he would know. Don’t worry, it won’t be so bad, he can probably find you something cool to see, some animal tracks or a neat plant, maybe a stream. He’ll make sure you get back home in one piece and everything too, alive even, maybe. He just wants to share a little time and fresh air with you, and being cooped up indoors all the time is no fun, even if you’re used to it.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): He…hassles you. He sneaks up on you when your guard is down, shows up in unexpected places to spook you, makes jokes at your expense… It’s nothing worse than teasing, really, and compared to how he is with most everyone else, his pestering tends to read as playful more than anything else. Still, if you’re looking for a sweet, helpful big brother…look elsewhere. He’s the bastard big brother that you’ve begrudgingly grown fond of, and you’re the irritating little sib that he’s forced to admit is growing on him, a little…much like a fungus might.

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): He calls at least once a day if he doesn’t see you, and sometimes even then. He’s always trying to check in on you to see if you need anything, make sure you’re doing alright, and oh, of course if you’d like to do anything today, or maybe later in the week? It may be a little a lot overeager of him, but he cares about you and doesn’t ever want to lose touch! So please text him back so he knows you got home safe, he’ll worry if you’re radio silent too long!

#undertale #headcanons #anonymous #i have too many aus i can't tag them all individually anymore #undergloom #horrorfell #horrorswap #horrorswapfell #gastertale #transcendtale #ascendswap #descendtale #underfell fruition #swapfell fruition

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sreidsville · 2 months ago

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stockholm syndrome – spencelle.

"all my life i've been on my own, i use a light to guide me home, but now, together, we're alone, and there's no other place i'd ever wanna go"

summary: where reid and the team are in a bar, and he's jealous of a guy who keeps talking to elle, that's when he realizes that he needs to confess his feelings over her.

disclaimers: there're a few bad words, drinking insinuation and derogatory thoughts.

trope: fluffy, friends to lovers!

n/a: this is my first time writing and publishing a fic in english and english is not my first language so please take it easy and if you think there's something i can improve, let me know pls :)

divider by cafekitsune | wc: 1.8k

Jealous. That's the word, Spencer is jealous. He never felt this way before, and knowing that he's feeling this weird thing over his best friend only makes it worse.

Elle is beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the whole world to Spencer – and not only to him, since on the other side of the bar there's a guy completely interested in her. That makes Reid's mind start to focus just on them. In the way the guy is holding her hand and talking about her eyes… It's too much for him.

It was Derek's idea, Spencer didn't want to go there, but the whole team was excited to have some fun after a long case, and if he didn't go… Well, what was he going to do then? Re-read all the books he got? Rewatch his favorite Russian movie? Study? Sleep? Nothing seemed as good as spending a few hours with his friends, but now…

Now he started to regret it. And it's not just about the bar, it's about him not telling his real feelings over Elle. He always thought that he could ruin their friendship, but seeing that woman with another man would ruin him.

She's smiling, drinking some whiskey, and she's gorgeous wearing a red shirt that is Spencer's favorite. Staring at her is like staring at a new universe that Spencer wants desperately to discover, but is too scared to do it.

While he's standing alone at the counter, a thought crosses his mind almost at the speed of light. It's scary, but true. It's so true that it gives him headaches. If he doesn't take action, he will lose Elle. He'll lose her for another man. It may sound a little bit melodramatic, but… It's the reality. The bottle of sparkling water in his hands doesn't seem enough anymore. He looks around and sees Derek with a girl at the dance floor, having fun. Penelope and JJ are talking and laughing while drinking cocktails. And he is there… Alone. He's almost always alone, reading and drinking coffee at his own company, and has been like this since he was a kid. But the first time he saw Elle, he didn't feel that way. She's the one who lets him talk about statistics without complaining, the one that gives him beautiful smiles with dimples, the one who truly understands him, the one that makes him feel safe and… Loved. She's the one who he cares most about after his mother. And he can't lose her without trying to confess his feelings, he just can't, he's sure about it like he's sure he needs oxygen to breathe.

He kept this secret for himself for so long that now…

“Excuse me, can I have a drink?” he asked the barman, without really thinking about it, otherwise he was going to give up.

There were so many options that he felt lost, but in the end, he had chosen a simple cocktail. It has to be enough, he needs to do something.

Elle was bored, extremely bored. The guy with blonde hair and brown eyes keeps talking about his favorite football team and the way his exes hated him for talking about it all the time – these girls were right, Elle is also starting to hate him – but she keeps trying to be sympathetic…

“You know what? My exes were bitches…” the guy said, drinking his whiskey, making Elle raise an eyebrow. “They didn't even know how to pleasure me when… You know. But I think I've found the one who completes me…”

Elle couldn't contain herself from giving him a smile of disbelief. Did he just say what she thinks he did? Oh god, he's such a dick! It’s always a man…

“Oh, really?” she asks, softly, raising her gaze to his eyes “Do you wanna know what I think about it?” She gets close to his ear, seeing the way he smiles – she hates this type of man so much that she could kick his balls now, but instead of that, she says “I think your exes did the right thing when they left you. No woman deserves a guy who doesn't even know how to have a conversation without looking like a teenager desperate for sex… You should try to act like a man next time”

“What the…?” he whispered, but Elle gave him a smile and left, without saying anything else.

She looks around, looking for the one she knows that can make her night better. The one who she can talk to all day without feeling discomfort, the one who makes her feel worth it, the one who always praise her. And she found him at the counter, drinking alone. She walks to him, sitting by his side, but he don't seem to notice until she talks.

“How are you doing?”

“Hm? Oh, hi, Elle.” he looks a little disoriented.

Spencer is used to spend a long time lost in his owns thoughs and insecurities. Sometimes is hard to think about something else when all you see is your reflection at the mirror looking like all you didn't want to be. He wish he knew how to talk about this things… He wish a lot of things. And Elle knows that. She knows him better than anyone, that's why she gives him a soft smile.

"What do you have in mind, hm?” She looks so pretty under the golden light that Spencer almost forgets to answer.

“It's nothing, really. Just… bullshit.”

She rolls her eyes back, and stare at him again, almost like she’s asking if he's serious.

“I'm just… I'm feeling weird…” he confess, the first thing that came through his mind.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I want to, I just… I don't know how to talk about it, you know? I know a lot of things, a lot of words, even in different languages, but I don't know how to express myself. That's so stupid.”

He gives a weak laugh, as if he's making fun of himself, and Elle hates when he does this. He have been always like that, makes jokes about himself as if it hurts less, when in fact, it makes him feel worse, just so someone else doesn't do it first.

“Reid, just don't. Don't do that, ok?” she asks, staring at his face.

“Do what?”

“Hate yourself. Don't do that. You're always looking out for others, trying to understand them, but when it comes to yourself, you just don't take it easy. You forget to take care of yourself, and that... that destroys me. Seeing you like this, pretending to be fine.” she sight, and take his hand, holding them together. “So, be honest, just for now, ok? What do you really want to do?”

Spencer looks at their hands, together, and feel his heartbeat going faster. Be honest… that's all he needs to do now, be honest with him, with Elle.

“I wanna get out of here. Can we take a walk, please?”

She smiles, proud of him.

“You don't have to ask twice, let's go.”

Outside the bar, the wind is present, ruffling Elle’s and Spencer’s hair. The woman wears an overcoat over her shirt and crosses her bras over her chest, trying to keep warm. Reid puts his hands in his pants pockets, taking a deep breath. For a long time, they just keep walking side by side, they have this thing, words don't need to be said for them to understand each other.

They walk to a park. The stars and moon are part of the beautiful landscape around Spencer and Elle. Everything’s calm, comfortable, and remains that way when Reid signals for them to sit together on a bench. For a few minutes, they stay like this, until Spencer starts talking.

“Elle…?”

“Yes?”

“All my life I've been on my own… My mother didn't know how to take care of me after my dad left us. And I… I was alone most of the time. I had no idea about what a normal life was, I never felt normal, until-” he stops for a second, trying to work up the courage to say the next words.

Elle notices, and keeps silent waiting for him, just staring at his pretty side profile, and his expressions.

“Until…?”

“Until I met you. When I'm around you, I feel normal. I feel like nothing else matters, like I could live a normal life… And you make me want it. I wanna be normal with you.”

Spencer finally stares at the woman by his side. He looks at the way her hair looks pretty under the moonlight, at how she's smiling, looking at him, like he’s… hers. Like she's finally sure about something that he was trying to hide. But as the time passes by, he feels more nervous, and forgets the possibility of her silence being something good.

“I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't… I…”

“Spencer?”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes, you forget about the fact that you can be loved. And sometimes, you forget how much I like you” she says, her intense gaze in Reid’s eyes “Spence… I wanna be normal with you too.”

1…2…3… And he keeps staring at Elle like she's not real, like all the things she said are not real, like this is not real. Feels like a fever dream.

“W-what?”

She laughs, a genuine laugh, which makes her dimples appear and her eyes close. Reid don't understand what's so funny. People used to make fun of him, but somehow, he knows that Elle is not laughing at him.

“God, Spencer… You're adorable. Your ears are red now, did you know? It's cute, I like it.” she says softly, smiling at him, and he does the same, shyly.

“But I-I don't understand…”

“What you don't understand?”

“How can you like me.”

She looks at him like she's mesmerized, she needs him to believe in all the things she have told him during the years they spend together. In his eyes she can see his insecurities, and she wants desperately to tell him she loves all of him, and that she understands him.

“Spencer, there's a few things that we can't explain. I just do… What I just told you? You can be loved, baby, I want you to believe me when I tell you that, ok?”

The next thing Reid had time to notice was Elle's hand on his face, her soft skin, and then her lips on his. Returning her kiss was as automatic as breathing, it's easy, and it's perfect. If they keep it like this, Spencer will never even think about leaving someday. She got him tied down. And he can't think about something else that it's not this moment.

Nothing else matters, just they both, kissing under moonlight, loving each other, and he hopes it's forever and ever, because now, now he knows everything. He knows that she loves him, and now he's sure of his own fellings, finally. And that's enough for them.

#spencer reid #elle greenaway #spencelle #criminal minds #fanfic #cm fic #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jenifer jareau #friends to lovers #jealousy #dr reid #one direction #songs #first kiss #fluffy

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badathumanemotions · 17 days ago

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hiii! ur fic "greedy" was incredible omg, could u write some elle x reader smut where she just takes care of you and is very soft with you please? thank you!! 🙏🙏

Tender Love and Care

Elle Greenaway x Fem Reader MDNI Masterlist Category: Fluffy Smut CW: Smut, Massage, Oral Sex (R rec), Fingering, Bathtub Sex, TLC. WC: 4,971 I figure Americans sorely needed this considering the week you're having. (Not Proof Read)

"You look tired," she says, her voice gentle, breaking the silence of the living room.

Elle's eyes bore into yours, her gaze assessing as she takes in the dark circles under your eyes, the slump of your shoulders. It's not a surprise; the week has been unrelenting, a merciless grind of paperwork and dead-end leads that have left you feeling drained and defeated. You nod, a weary smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Just a bit," you admit, trying to keep the exhaustion from seeping into your voice.

The tension has been palpable at the office, the kind that lingers in the air after a particularly gruelling case has wrapped up and everyone's trying to catch their breath before the next storm hits. Your mind has been racing with the ghosts of the unsolved cases, keeping you up at night as you replay scenarios, searching for the threads you might have missed. And then there was the close call on the way home two nights ago, when some idiot in a pickup truck swerved into your lane almost hitting you head on, forcing you to slam on the brakes and swerve onto the shoulder. Your heart had pounded in your chest for hours after, another reminder of your own mortality.

But tonight, as you sit on the couch of your shared apartment, a warm cup of tea in your hands, you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. It's Elle, her eyes filled with concern and care. She knows you've been going through hell and back, and she's been there for you every step of the way. You lean into her touch, feeling the warmth of her fingers seep through your shirt and into your skin, offering a bit of comfort that you desperately need.

"Why don't you let me take care of you tonight?" she suggests softly.

You look up at her, surprised by the offer but also incredibly grateful. You've been so caught up in your own head that you haven't realized how much you've been craving this, someone to take the reins and just make everything okay, if only for a little while. You nod slowly, the weight of the week finally lifting from your shoulders.

Elle leads you to the bedroom, where the scent of vanilla fills the air. She's lit a few candles, casting a warm glow over the space and setting the scene for relaxation. The soft flicker of their flames dances on the walls, creating a serene ambience that immediately starts to soothe your frazzled nerves. You can feel the tension begin to melt away just at the sight of her preparations.

You follow her instructions to undress, peeling off your clothes and climbing onto the bed, laying face down on the soft towels she put down. Elle's hands, strong yet tender, glide over your back, her fingertips tracing the taut muscles that have been coiled like tight springs for what feels like an eternity. She starts with your neck, kneading away the knots that have formed from countless hours staring at a computer screen, then works her way down to your shoulders, applying just the right amount of pressure to release the tension.

With each stroke, her touch becomes more deliberate, more focused. You can feel her working the stress from your body, her oils leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Her thumbs dig into your back, pressing firmly against the base of your spine, sending waves of relief rippling through your muscles. The pressure is just shy of painful, but oh so satisfying as it loosens the tension you didn't even know was there. Her hands move in a way that's as comforting as a lullaby, guiding your breath to deepen and slow, your heart to beat to follow.

Elle's fingers glide along your sides, tracing the indent of your ribs before sliding over your hips and down the length of your legs. She massages your calves, the pressure increasing as she reaches your feet, working out the knots from days of chasing after monsters in uncomfortable shoes. You let out a contented sigh, feeling the tightness in your body unwind with every pass of her hands.

Once she finishes with your back, she has you turn around so she can continue working on you. You comply, rolling onto your back, the soft pillows cradling your head. Your eyes follow her as she moves around the bed, her graceful form silhouetted by the candlelight. She looks at you with a gentle smile. You can't help but feel a flicker of anticipation, wondering what she has planned next.

She uses a firm yet gentle touch, working out the kinks from the tension that has built up in your body. You can feel her thumbs pressing into your muscles, applying just the right amount of pressure to coax them into relaxation. She works her way down to your shoulders, kneading and rubbing in slow, rhythmic motions that make you want to purr like a cat. You're so relaxed that you barely feel the transition when she moves on to your chest, her palms gliding over your breasts in a way that feels more soothing than sensual.

Her fingers trace the lines of your abdomen, exploring the contours of your body with a gentle curiosity that is both comforting and a little thrilling. She doesn't linger anywhere that makes you feel uncomfortable, but her touch is enough to make you aware of every inch of your skin. She continues her massage, her hands moving in smooth strokes down the length of your arms, taking her time to massage each finger and palm. Then she returns to your legs, starting at your hips and moving down to your knees, which she gently presses into, releasing the tension that's been building there.

Elle's touch is firm but loving, and you can feel yourself becoming more and more pliant under her skilled hands. It's as if you're made of warm wax, and she's sculpting you into something beautiful. Her thumbs press into the arches of your feet, and you can't help but let out a small moan of pleasure. You're practically a puddle, your body softening and giving in to her ministrations. It's been so long since someone has taken care of you like this, and you realize just how much you've needed it.

As she makes her way back up your body, you feel her breath, warm and sweet, graze one of your nipples. It's a soft caress that sends a shiver down your spine and causes your nipples to harden into tight peaks. You can't believe how responsive your body is to her, how easily she can elicit such a reaction from you.

Elle notices, her eyes flickering down to your chest before returning to your face, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She doesn't say anything, but the look in her eyes tells you that she's pleased with what she's seeing. You feel a blush creep up your neck, your heart fluttering at the intimacy of the moment. You're not used to being so vulnerable, so open, but with Elle, it feels natural.

Her fingertips skim over your thighs, causing your breath to hitch. The sensation is electrifying, sending desire straight to your core. You're acutely aware of how close she is to the apex of your thighs, and the anticipation is almost unbearable.

Elle's eyes meet yours, a silent question in her gaze. You nod almost imperceptibly, giving her the green light to continue. She starts to massage your thighs in earnest, her thumbs moving closer and closer to the juncture of your legs. You can feel the dampness between your thighs, a testament to the effect she has on you. The gentle strokes of her thumbs against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs is driving you wild.

The tension in the room shifts, charged with a sexual energy that you can't ignore. Your breathing grows shallower as her hands inch closer and closer to your centre, teasing and tormenting you. The anticipation is like a live wire, humming just beneath your skin, making you squirm and arch your back.

Her thumbs finally graze the sensitive skin just beside your pussy, and you let out a gasp that's half relief, half need. The wetness between your thighs is unmistakable now, a plea for more. You bite your lip, trying to contain the desire that's building within you, but it's a futile effort.

Without a word, Elle slides her hand between your legs, her fingers brushing lightly against your folds. The touch is feather-light at first, teasing you, making you crave more. You spread your legs wider, giving her better access, silently begging for her to touch you where you need it most.

Her fingers trace the outline of your pussy before dipping in, coating themselves in your wetness. She continues her exploration, her touch growing bolder with every stroke. She finds your clit, circling it with the pad of her thumb, applying just enough pressure to make you moan.

Then, she surprises you, her index finger slipping inside you, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every movement, your body begging for more of her touch. Your breath hitches as she adds another finger, stretching you gently, filling you up.

Elle's eyes never leave yours, watching your reactions with an intensity that makes you feel like the only person in the world. She starts to pump her fingers in and out, her movements becoming more insistent as she searches for that perfect spot that will make you unravel. You can feel the pressure building, your muscles tightening around her digits as you get closer to the edge.

And then she does it – she touches you with her mouth. Her tongue darts out, a warm, wet caress that sends shockwaves through your body. She licks along your slit, tasting you, savouring you. You arch your back, your hands fisting in the sheets as the sensation sends you spiralling. The gentle prodding of her tongue against your clit is exquisite torture, and you find yourself desperately seeking more.

Elle seems to read your mind, her mouth pressing more firmly against you. She laps at your pussy with long, slow strokes, her tongue delving deep before retreating to flick against your clit again. Your hips rock in response, seeking more of the pleasure she's offering so freely. Her fingers continue their dance, curling and unfurling inside you.

"You're so beautiful," she murmurs, the vibrations from her voice adding another layer of sensation. "So strong, so brave. You're amazing." You've never felt more cherished than you do right now, laid bare under her loving touch and tender praise. Your body responds to her words, your muscles tightening around her fingers as your orgasm builds.

Her rhythm picks up, her tongue moving faster, more insistent against your swollen bud. She whispers sweet nothings into the air, her breath teasing your damp skin. "You deserve this, baby," she says, her voice a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. "You work so hard. Let me make you feel good."

Your body responds to her words, your hips moving in time with her ministrations. You can feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that starts in your toes and works its way up your body, tightening every muscle until you're sure you can't take any more. "Elle," you gasp, your voice a shaky plea for more.

"That's it," she whispers, her voice low and encouraging. "Let it happen, baby." Her praise is a sweet symphony, each word a caress that pushes you closer to the precipice. "You're so beautiful, so perfect. I love watching you come apart for me."

Your orgasm is a crescendo that's been building since she first laid her hands on you. It starts as a slow burn in your core, a delicious heat that spreads outward, coating your skin in a fine sheen of sweat. Her fingers are a masterful maestro conducting an orchestra of sensation, and your body is the instrument, playing a symphony of need.

"Good girl," she whispers against your thigh, her voice a soft benediction. The words send a jolt of arousal through you, making you feel cherished and desired. "You're doing so well," she says, her breath hot and sweet against your skin.

Her other hand moves to your pelvis, her hand lightly pressing into the spot just above your mound, the other side of which your g-spot is nestled. You gasp as she does this, the sensation unexpected and incredibly intense. The way her fingers inside you and her hand outside come together feels like a perfect storm of pleasure, each movement of her fingers sends bolts of lightening through you.

Your hips are jumping, your body convulsing in response to the waves of sensation crashing over you. You're moaning, the sound a mix of pleasure and surprise. It's a new level of intensity, a height you didn't know was possible. You can feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring about to snap.

And then it happens. You squirt. The sensation is like nothing you've ever felt before, a sudden gush of wetness that soaks the sheets beneath you. You cry out, your eyes flying open as your body arches off the bed. It's like a dam has broken, releasing a flood of pleasure so intense it's almost painful. Elle doesn't miss a beat, her fingers still moving inside you, her tongue still flicking against your clit. She seems to revel in your reaction, her eyes shining with pride.

The orgasm goes on and on, wave after wave of pleasure that has your entire body trembling. It's as if you're being electrified, every nerve ending alight with sensation. You're lost in it, unable to do anything but feel. The room seems to spin around you, the candlelight blurring into a haze of gold and shadow.

Elle's eyes are dark with desire, her own arousal evident as she continues to play your body like a fine instrument. She's relentless, her fingers still moving inside you, her tongue still pressing against your clit. You can feel the aftershocks of your climax, smaller waves that keep crashing into you, extending your pleasure beyond what you thought was possible.

But then, as if she knows just when to pull back to keep from overstimulating you, she slows her pace. Her touch becomes feather-light, her kisses gentle and soothing. You're a trembling mess, your body still thrumming with the aftermath of your orgasms. She doesn't push you further, instead letting you ride out the waves of pleasure on your own. Her movements are calming, grounding, bringing you back down to earth without jolting you.

While still hazy, you register Elle moving around in the bathroom. The sound of running water filters into your consciousness, and you feel the bed dip as she returns. Elle shifts on the bed, moving to hold you. She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into the warmth of her embrace. Your cheek finds its way to her chest, your eyes fluttering closed as you listen to the steady thump of her heart. You feel her breath against the top of your head, her fingers stoking up and down you arm in a soothing motion.

"You were amazing," she whispers. "It's so beautiful watching you let go like that." Her words are a gentle caress, as warm and comforting as her touch. You can't help but smile into her chest, feeling a swell of affection for her. You've never had someone praise you like this before, especially not in the throes of passion. It feels incredible, like she's not just seeing you, but truly understanding the depths of what you need.

Elle shifts again, and you realize she's standing up, the bed shifting with the movement. "C'mon," she says, her voice still soft and low. "The tub's running. Let's get you cleaned up."

You stand on wobbly legs, your knees feeling like jelly after the intense release. She takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom, the candles flickering shadows on the walls. The tub is indeed almost full, the water steaming and scented with lavender. The room is a haven of tranquility, the perfect antidote to the chaos of the week that's been weighing on you.

Elle turns the water off and helps you in. You sink into the warm embrace of the water, a sigh escaping your lips as it envelops your body. She's careful not to let you go until you're fully seated, making sure you're comfortable. You feel like you're being cradled by a warm cloud, the water supporting you, the scent of lavender soothing. She grabs a washcloth and begins to gently wash away the sweat and the day's grime.

With a soft smile, you grasp her hand, the warmth of your skin against hers a silent plea. Your eyes lock, and she seems to understand. The unspoken request hangs in the air between you, as potent as the scent of vanilla and lavender. Without a word, she nods, her own smile growing. She sets the washcloth aside and begins to undress, her movements deliberate and sensual.

You watch as she peels away her clothes, revealing the soft curves and lean muscles of her body, illuminated by the candlelight. There's something about the way she moves that's both graceful and powerful. As she steps into the tub, her skin glistens with the same soft light, making her look almost ethereal.

You guide her to sit between your legs, her back to your chest. Your legs part naturally to cradle her, and you can feel the warmth of her body as it presses against yours. The water laps at your skin as you both settle into the warm embrace of the tub. Your arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer so that your face is nestled against the back of her neck.

Elle's hands come to rest on top of yours, her fingers lacing through your own. She sighs contentedly, leaning back into your embrace. The warm water feels heavenly against your skin, soothing your aching muscles and washing away the grime of the week. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with the quiet sounds of the water and the occasional crackle from the candles.

With a gentle tug, you guide her to lean back further into the crook of your arms. You tighten your hold on her slightly, feeling her soft, wet skin against yours. She fits perfectly against you, as if you were made for moments like these. You place kisses on the back of her neck, soft and tender, feeling her shiver with delight. Her skin is salty from the sweat of your earlier encounter, but it's a taste that you crave.

Her breath catches in her throat as you let your hands glide up her body, sliding up to cup her breasts. They're firm and heavy in your palms, her nipples pebbling against your fingertips. Elle lets out a soft moan, arching her back to press into your touch. It's a sound that thrills you, urging you to be bolder.

Your thumbs graze over her nipples, lightly at first, teasing them until they're tight and sensitive. Then, you start to knead her breasts gently, rolling her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. She squirms in your embrace, the sensation sending delicious ripples of pleasure through her body.

As your hands play with her breasts, you lean in to nibble at the soft skin of her neck, your teeth grazing the sensitive area just below her ear. She lets out a soft gasp, her head tilting to the side to give you better access. You take full advantage, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, feeling the pulse of her vein as it quickens with desire.

Your thumbs continue to circle her nipples, the water making your movements slick and smooth. Her breathing grows ragged, her body tensing as you continue to tease her. You can feel her pulse racing, her heart beating in time with the rhythm of your caress. With a soft moan, she leans back further into you, her head falling to the crook of your shoulder. It's an invitation that you eagerly accept, your mouth finding hers in a deep, searching kiss.

As your tongues dance together, one of your hands trails down her stomach, the soft curve of her belly leading you to the heat between her legs. You feel her clit, already swollen and begging for attention, and you give in to the desire to touch her there. Your fingertips glide over the slick flesh, tracing her slit before settling on her clit. She gasps into your mouth, her hips jerking in response.

You start to stroke her clit with a gentle, rhythmic pressure, her body arching back into yours with every movement of your hand. Her breathing matches the tempo of your strokes, her chest rising and falling with increasing urgency. The warm water of the tub splashes against your skin as her body moves in response to your touch.

Elle's moans become more pronounced as you continue to tease her, her hips rocking slightly in the water. You can feel the tension building in her body, the muscles in her thighs tightening as she gets closer to the edge. Your other hand returns to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"This night was supposed to be about you," she gasps, trying to form the words between breathless moans. You hush her with a passionate kiss, your tongue delving into her mouth, silencing her protests. You know she's right, but the need to give her pleasure is too strong to resist.

Your fingers tighten around her nipples, pinching and tugging them gently. She whimpers into your mouth, her back arching further as you roll and pull them in a rhythm that matches the strokes on her clit.

You break the kiss to whisper in her ear, "Let me take care of you too, baby," your breath hot and heavy against her neck. Her eyes are half-lidded with desire, her cheeks flushed. She nods, a silent plea for you to continue.

Your hand moves faster, your strokes growing more urgent as you feel her approaching climax. Her hips start to rock, grinding against your hand as she chases the building pressure. You can feel her body tighten, the muscles in her thighs flexing. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and you know she's close.

With a final, desperate push, you feel her body tense, and then she's coming, her orgasm washing over her in a tidal wave of pleasure. She cries out, her back arching sharply as she traps your hand between her thighs, your fingers still resting on her clit. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, her pussy pulsing with every spasm of ecstasy.

Elle's head falls back onto your shoulder, her body going limp as the climax subsides. Her breathing is still ragged, but it's slowing, her heartbeat gradually returning to normal. Your hand remains on her, your fingers still playing gently with her sensitive clit, drawing out the last tremors of her release.

But then, she has a full body shudder, so intense it's almost a spasm. It's a beautiful sight, her body quivering with the force of her pleasure. You know she's reached her limit, so you remove your hand, not wanting to overstimulate her.

Elle turns in your arms, her eyes still glazed with passion. She looks up at you with a soft smile, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. "I love you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. You kiss her forehead, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

You both sink into the water, letting the warmth of the tub envelop you like a comforting blanket. You reach for the washcloth, squeezing the excess water out before you begin to glide it over her skin. She watches you with a gentle expression, her eyes fluttering shut as you run the cloth across her collarbone, down to her breasts.

You move with leisurely strokes, taking your time to clean every inch of her body. Your movements are deliberate and tender, as if you're worshipping a goddess. The cloth glides over her belly, her hips, her thighs, leaving a trail of clean skin in its wake. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you wash away the remnants of your passion.

When you've finished, she takes the cloth from you with a gentle smile. "Now it's your turn," she says, her voice low and sultry. You nod, a shiver of anticipation running through you as you stand, the water cascading down your body. She watches you, her eyes dark with desire, as you step out of the tub.

Elle takes your place, her body sliding through the water with a soft splash. You can't help but stare at her, the water lapping at her breasts. She's like a vision, her skin slick and glowing in the candlelight.

With a gentle push, she guides you to lean against her chest. The feeling of her soft breasts against your back is surprisingly comforting. The warmth of her body envelopes you, her arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close.

Elle starts to clean your shoulders with the washcloth, her movements tender and careful. She's thorough, making sure not to miss an inch of your skin. The warm water sluices over your skin, carrying away the soap and the tension of the week.

As she washes you, her eyes never leave yours, and you feel a deep connection building between you. Each stroke of the cloth feels like a declaration of love, a silent promise to always be there to take care of you, no matter what. Her touch is both firm and gentle, a perfect balance that speaks to her understanding of what you need.

Elle moves the cloth over your chest, her eyes lingering on your breasts before she shifts to your stomach. Her touch is feather-light, as if she's afraid to break the spell that's been woven around the two of you. You can feel the warmth of the water, the softness of her skin, the roughness of the cloth, each sensation heightened by the intimacy of the moment. She takes her time, her movements a show of her love and care for you.

Once she's satisfied that you're clean, she stands up, the water cascading down her body like a waterfall. You can't help but watch as she steps out of the tub, the candlelight playing across her curves. She grabs a towel and dries herself off with swift, efficient movements before turning to help you out. Her strong arms wrap around you, lifting you effortlessly.

Elle wraps you both in the plush warmth of the towel, the fabric absorbing the water from your skin. She takes her time, ensuring not a single drop is missed as she dries you off. The feeling of her soft, warm skin pressed against yours is heavenly.

Once you're both dry, she takes your hand and leads you back to the bedroom. The candles have burned lower, casting a warm, amber glow over the room. The scent of vanilla still lingers, a sweet, comforting aroma that wraps around you like a gentle embrace.

Elle grabs a bottle of lotion from the nightstand, the cap making a satisfying click as she opens it. She pours a generous amount into her palm, warming it between her hands before she brings it to your skin. Starting at your neck, she rubs the cream in slow, gentle circles, her touch soothing the last vestiges of tension from your muscles.

You watch as her hands glide over your shoulders, the lotion leaving a trail of slickness in its wake. The scent of vanilla fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of lavender from the tub. It's a comforting smell, one that makes you feel safe and cherished. Her fingers trace the line of your collarbone, moving down to your breasts with a feather-light touch. You gasp as she massages the tender flesh, the lotion making her hands glide effortlessly over your skin.

Her touch is soft and sensual, each stroke a gentle caress that sends sparks of pleasure through your body. She takes her time, making sure to cover every inch of you with the lotion, her eyes never leaving your skin. It's as if she's memorizing the way your body responds to her, committing it to memory.

As she works her way down your torso, her hands glide over your stomach and hips before moving to your thighs. She massages them, her thumbs pressing into the muscles, working out the kinks from a week of tension. You can feel yourself melting under her touch, the stress of the week fading away with each pass of her hands.

When she's finished, she takes the towels that have been lying on the bed and carefully removes them, revealing the crisp, cool sheets beneath. You watch as she tosses the towels aside before she takes your hand, leading you to the bed.

The two of you slide into the cool embrace of the sheets. She pulls you close, spooning you from behind, her breasts pressing gently into your back as she wraps her arms around you. Her legs intertwine with yours, creating a tangle of limbs that feels perfectly natural.

Elle's breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "Get some rest, baby. You deserve it." With a yawn, you snuggle deeper into her embrace, feeling the last wisps of your bad week fade away.

#criminal minds #masterlist #elle greenaway smut #elle greenaway x reader #elle greenaway #lola glaudini #ask #request

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 5 months ago

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Inferum

Part Three

Jake x OC (f)

Warnings: description of tight spaces and claustrophobic scenes, a few curse words

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Ou est-elle la Mort? Toujours future ou passée. Apeine est-elle présente, que déjá elle n’est plus.

Walking down through the catacombs, I couldn’t help but notice how completely ill-prepared Jake and the rest of his group were. None of them were wearing the right kind of footwear, which led me to believe that they didn’t know we’d be trudging through the muck and water. Then I noticed how nice their clothes were. Did they not realize they’d be crawling through dirt and bone?

Reaching out to lightly touch Jake’s arm, I ask, “I’m sorry-Jake, right? When did you hear about the ritual?”

He looked down at where my hand had been before looking back up at me. “Oh, well Colette told us about it at the club,” He answers, gesturing toward the other guide.

Stopping mid step, I turn to face him, “What?”

“Yeah, she told us about this feast for the dead thing and my brother Sam,” he says, pointing him out, “thought it sounded like something fun to do on Halloween. Danny wasn't convinced, but Josh and Sam wore him down. So here we are,” He shrugs.

“S-Something fun to do? Do you have any idea what the feast is?” I question.

“Not really, no. But friends of ours do something similar back home and it’s just a way of honoring the dead. It can’t be much different,” He grins as he moves to continue walking.

Shaking my head, I grab his arm to keep him from moving. “Jake, that's not what this is. You and your friends need to go back. You’re not prepared at all for what we’re walking into.”

His brows pull together and he gently shrugs my hand off of him. “We’ll be fine. I appreciate that you seem really concerned. But my brothers and I can handle whatever it is.”

I go to say more but he turns his back to me and goes to catch up with the others. I want to tell them all to turn around and ask Pip to take them back to the city above, but I can see now that nothing I say will dissuade them from going. I’m nothing but a stranger to them, and Colette has somehow gained enough of their trust that my word against hers wouldn’t be taken seriously. So, we continue on. Before long, we reach what seems to be a dead end. Colette gestures to a hole in the wall and tells us that we have to crawl through to the other side. The others look to one another in slight confusion but do as they’re told in the end. I follow suit.

I’m the last to go, getting down on my hands and knees, I look down through the crawlspace. I see the bottoms of Sam’s shoes. Taking a deep breath, I begin to crawl forward. I can hear the others chatting amongst themselves ahead of me, when I hear movement behind me. There isn’t enough space for me to fully turn my head around, so I drop my shoulder and try my best to see the source of the noise through the corner of my eye. From what I can see, there’s nothing. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and continue crawling forward.

As I keep moving, the sense of something following takes over my body. I glance back as best I can and still see nothing when I hear, “L'heure de la fête des morts approche. Nous devons nous dépêcher,” come from right beside me. I yelp and jump, hitting my head and back on the rock above me.

“Addey! Are you alright? What happened?” I hear Pip call.

“I’m fine!” I call back, trying to calm my racing heart. “I thought I heard something, but it was nothing.” There’s a beat of silence before they say to be careful and I begin to crawl again.

When I finally crawl through the opening to the other side, Pip helps me to my feet and whispers in my ear, “Addey, s'il te plaît, ne va pas chez les Gaules. Nous pouvons encore faire demi-tour, il est encore temps. La fête de Samhain pour les morts n'apporte rien de bon. Elle n'apporte que de la souffrance.”

I pat their arm and smile sympathetically. “I can’t turn back. I have to go. But they…” I say tilting my head in the direction of the others. “They should. Convince them to go back.”

They shake their head and say, “I cannot. Colette, she would not let me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come, if you must go, then we shall go.” They say with a sigh and guide me forward.

So, we all venture on. As we do, I can see the apprehension begin to creep onto the other's faces. The filthy water has ruined their clothes and shoes, but none of them complain. That is until we reach the bones.

“No, no way. There’s no way I can fit through there.” The tall and dark one, Danny, says.

“Oui, you will fit. You turn sideways and go.” Colette says.

“Come on Dan, we’re almost there. Right Colette?” Jake’s brother, Josh says.

“Oui, it’s not much further.” She agrees.

“Fine, fine. But if I get stuck, I’ll kill you. Got it?” Danny says, pointing at Josh.

Laughing, Josh replies, “You wouldn’t. Now come on.”

With that, we each begin to sidestep through the walls of bones. Danny is in front of me and Pip is behind me, being the last in line. Passing through the bones is disturbing. Feeling the curves and edges of those who died long before is enough to make me feel nauseous. I try my best to push the feeling to the back of my mind, but it lingers. As we carefully make our way through, I can hear Danny’s breathing start to pick up. Then suddenly he stops.

“I- I- I’m stuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He panics.

“You okay? What do you mean you’re stuck?” I hear one of the women call to him.

“I can’t move! I’m wedged in! Oh my god.” He says, looking up, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

Seeing his panic, I softly say, “Hey, Danny? Can you turn your head and look at me?” He does and I can see the tears threatening to spill. “Hey. You’re going to be okay. I promise. You just need to calm down. The more you panic, the more your chest will expand. Making it harder for you to move.”

He nods his head. “What do I do?”

Licking my lips and swallowing hard, I say, “Try to think of something that calms you down. Do you have a favorite place you like to go? A favorite song that puts you in a good mood?” He nods his head. “Okay, then think of that place or hum the song and close your eyes and try to forget where you are. I know it’s hard, but just try.”

He does as I say, squeezing his eyes closed and begins to hum. It’s not a song I know, but I can slowly see his face begin to relax. When he opens his eyes again, I nod and say, “Great, now try stepping forward.” He turns to face the other way and takes a step. His head whips back around and he has a look of shock and relief. “Good, now just keep going. You’re doing great.” I say taking a step forward.

When we finally make it out, Danny grabs me and wraps me in a tight hug. Taken aback, I pat his back in return. “Thank you.” He whispers.

I just smile and say, “No worries, glad I could help.”

He smiles back before we both turn at the sound of Colette speaking. “The ritual is just through that corridor. From now on, you must be silent. If we get caught, it will be very bad. Vous comprenez?”

We all nod before she turns and leads us to the Feast of the Dead. As we enter the hallway, I notice a plaque above the entryway. It reads;

“Quocumque ingrederis sequitur mors corporis umbra.

Whenever you enter, death follows as a body's shadow.”

As I read the words, a sense of foreboding sends a shiver down my spine. I look to Pip who has already passed through. They extend their hand to me and whisper, “Venez, c'est l'heure.” Taking their hand, I take one last deep breath and step into the hall.

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just-someone-online · 1 year ago

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Monster High Headcanons

I haven't finished the diaries yet so some of the G1 headcanons might not fit with them.

G1 Twyla (And maybe G2 and G3? I haven't decided yet) is the Sandman's niece. He's really cool with her, but the last time he saw her dad a fight nearly broke out.

All three versions of Frankie are all trans in some way. Of course, G3 is canonically nonbinary, but G1 is trans and G2 is still figuring things out. What G2 knows for sure though is that she uses she/they pronouns.

All three versions of Clawdeen are gay. G1 Clawdeen specifically is an arospec lesbian.

The only reason Moanica wasn't expelled after Welcome to Monster High is because everyone thought it best to keep her where they could keep an eye on her.

G1 Frankie still has the electrical marks she got towards the end of Freaky Fusion. Likewise, G2 Frankie has their own after the events of Electrified, though they're mostly around her neck. Only time will tell if G3 Frankie ends up with their own.

G1 Twyla has to make a conscious effort not to daydream. If she isn't being careful, her mind will literally wander into someone else's daydream.

Alivia is the president of Monster High's new fearbook committee. Currently, the only other members are Fangelica, Cleo, and Spectra.

G3 Cleo loves human monster movies. They're hardly ever accurate to real life, but that's what makes them fun!

On the other hand, G1 Draculaura can't stand human vampire movies. They almost make the monster made ones look historically accurate.

G2 Spectra is Ari's cousin. Like Ari, she was initially masquerading as a human nearby a news office, then later joined Monster High to start a school newspaper.

G2 Twyla and Frankie are dating! They were all blushy and awkward around each other for weeks until Alivia bluntly told Twyla about how often Frankie said they liked her. Frankie was initially mortified but was thankful that Alivia at least had the sense not to say it in front of the whole school.

After finding out about Halloween, the G2 ghouls absolutely went out into town for the holiday.

Speaking of G2, monsters are kind of an open secret to Normie Town after Electrified. But since the monsters haven't said anything about the zombie attack and they clearly aren't all like Moanica, the humans all pretend they don't know. Well, most of them.

After Werewolf Weekend, Clawdeen ended up giving all of her friends a crash course on humans in case they ever needed to go into human territory.

G3 Twyla and Howleen are dormmates. They're not as close as their G1 counterparts, but they'll get there eventually.

Vampires can use their echolocation in their... I hesitate to say human forms. Anyway, Draculaura once had to use hers during a blackout. It was hell on Clawdeen's ears.

This one is more of a retcon than a headcanon, but G2 Clawdeen only has three younger siblings; Clawd, Howleen, and Pawla. They didn't live in a cave either because what the fuck were the writers thinking with that?

Draculaura was Moanica's gay awakening (And maybe vice versa? It was either Moanica or Ari/Tash), though she would live before she ever admitted it. Like seriously? Of all the ghouls it had to be, why her?

I wouldn't go so far as to say that G1 Draculaura is a neat freak or a germaphobe, but she goes to a lot of trouble keeping her space clean (Y'know, aside from the decade's worth of clothes crammed inside her locker). After nearly dying from the plague before being turned, she really isn't keen on getting sick.

Alivia has a habit of charging her cameras with her head bolts, despite Frankie telling her not to waste her energy on them and just plug them into outlets.

After her parents found out about Alivia, Frankie wasn't allowed in a lab alone for a while. They're happy to have a new daughter, don't get them wrong, but they'd have liked it if Frankie hadn't gone off and made her on their own.

Ghoulia and Elle are Robecca's unofficial guides to the modern world. She's a quick study and currently knows about as much as Frankie or Hoodude, though iCoffins are still a mystery to her.

There's a knockoff brand of iCoffins going around known as iCaskets. They're awful, even worse than normie cell phones. They're expensive as hell and very few monsters have kept theirs intact for longer than three days.

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marinerainbow · 8 months ago

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Wait In the Truck is an AU based on the song- Wait In The Truck (by HARDY and Lainey Wilson).

Kingston's driving around town one night with Rena and Ryan- maybe heading home, maybe going to do a job, maybe going to get late-night groceries- or maybe Rena was just bored and acting insufferable so they're taking her out for a walk XD Whatever it is, it all completely dissapears from King's head the moment he sees that hunched, tired-looking girl covered in bruises and some of her own blood wondering weekly down the street.

Usually a Look like that wouldn't bother King- bad shit happens in the city all the time, whether it's Vegas or Hollywood. If it was anyone else he'd just figure they got mugged and keep going. But, and this is cliche as fuck (but so underrated), Poppy was different. Something about her big sad eyes (still pretty, no matter how filled with tears) made him act like an idiot; Slamming on the breaks as hard as he can suddenly, making everyone in the car shoot forward and curse.

"Fucken 'ell- "

"Gah! King, my nails!! I was painting them back here, and you knew that!!- "

The other two complain, but King's already out of the car- rushing to chuck his jacket over Poppy's startled shoulders and ask her a million questions- shit are you okay?? What the hell happened here, darlin'?? You run into some thugs?? Here, please, let us get you home- Do you need somethin to eat?? Rena! Do you have any fucking water!?-

Poppy doesn't speak- she can't. She's in a state, and in shock of what's happening now, but something about King definitely sets her at ease so she let's him guide her gently to the car and sit her in the driver's seat so she can rest and takes the bottle of water waived in fromt of her face by a manicured hand coming from the back. Her legs were killing her, afterall.

Kingston assesses her injuries, taking care of the ones he can, but something about them is... odd. Something personal about them. "Hey kid... you're not fucked up in some gang activity, are ya?"

She shakes her head, and she copies her. Cuz, nah. Course not. Not this little sweetheart.

But then, how...

"... was this a guy, then, huh little lady?"

Her ears flatten against her head and Kingston's mouth immediately stretches into a horrible scowl- he hasn't known this chickie for 5 minutes but he already feels so fucking protective of her. And, besides- beating on your girl is just bad fucken taste. His girl actually deserves it sometimes, and he'd still never ever hurt her.

Kingston looked up past Poppy's head and shared a look with Ryan, who sighs; fully understanding. "At least ask the girls name before you go on a crusade for her, man."

"Oh, right. Uh- "

After some introductions XD (King holding both of Pop's hands in his delicately the whole time), King helps Poppy into the back-seat with Rena who starts to paint Poppy's nails a pretty red shade matching her own. Whether it was to distract her or for purely selfish Boredom reasons, Poppy's never sure.

King drives all the way to Ben's house, information he got out of Poppy obviously, tells Ryan to grab the wheel and drive the girl outta here, jumps out and RUNS into the house. The last thing Poppy sees before Ryan drives away is King using one strong leg to kick down the fucking door (he has no subtly).

Ten minutes later Ryan drives back by the house; he doesn't stop, but they do see Kingston with blood on his face having a smoke on the front doorstep, the rest of the house still.

Then Ryan took Poppy home, Rena deposited her at the door, and they left.

Thus ends the most exciting night of Poppy's life. She never expects to see those people again, half thinking that was a dream when she wakes up the next morning, when she sees the news the next day that her... ex... boyfriend was found with a bullet hole in his forehead. And that the guy (*cough* the very handsome guy) would be found guilty and get 50 Years in prison (with possibility of parole after 40).

~~~

Poppy visits him every week for those 40 Years. Gratefulness turns into genuine like and that turns into mutual feelings as Kingston flirts and falls in love with the pretty girls eyes turning happy.

So the first thing that King does when he gets out is kiss Poppy hard.

(I hope this was coherent and isn't too choppy XD I'm doing laundry and watching The Librarians at the same time here XD 😅 I also hope work is good!! ^^ Rest when you get home ^^ )

I NEED MORE OF THIS MAN!!! I NEED THIS ANIMATED! I NEED THIS IN A BOOK!!! I NEED THIS!!!!!!!!

I will not apolagizee for the thought dump imma drop on this ask like a BOMB-

Ohhhhh my god. Ok ok ok. I hope this is coherent XD I'm way too excited!!! Though first off; I got so sad when you said Kingston was in prison was in jail for 40 years. If he's 50 and she's almost 30, that means she'd be 70 and he'd be dead in prison! But then I remembered the line 'her ears pinned back' and realized that they're their immortal toon selves here and was relieved again XD (though it did get me thinking. If toons are immortal, does that mean their prison sentences would be much harsher in terms of years? Would that take part in toons striving for equality in the future? 🤔)

I wanted to write Poppy's POV of meeting Kingston so bad!!! But I don't have enough time XD but- Poppy would be panicking in the truck as Ryan drives away, fearing for Kingston!!!! (Yes, King comes off as strong and sweet, even to her shocked state. But when you've lived with an abuser, they can make you think they're untouchable). I can just see Ryan calmly assuring Poppy that King will be just fine, knowing exactly what's gonna happen. And Rena says it in a more sinister way, "It ain't Kingston you should be worried about, sweetheart~"

And- usually Ben doesn't go that far. Even when drinking. Usually, he talks a lot of shit. Verbal abuse (though if Poppy stayed with him, she would have been slapped *side eyes the weasel step-father timeline). But here? For one, it's an AU and Ben is awful no matter what, so I'll say he went that far. But also I'm imagining a day or two before that night, when they were on a date that was just leaving Poppy exhausted, a guy was flirting with her and she didn't turn him down right away. If anything, she actually lit up. Even though she had no intention to cheat or anything, it felt nice to have someone say nice things about you (though as you can imagine, Ben made her guilt feel worse. His anger festered, until he 'dealt' with her 'acting like a whore'. Thank God Kingston shows up)

Alright let's get onto the main thing here; Poppy seeing Kingston in prison!!!!

For starters, she wanted to thank him and apologize for getting him arrested. He wouldn't be separated from his friends and wife if it weren't for her (I NEED TO KNOW HOW KING RESPONDS TO POPPY TRYING TO APOLOGIZE! PLEASE HANNAH!). But, just from the first visit, along with remembering how kind he was to her despite not knowing her, she wants to see him again. And keep visiting. It's partially a way to try to repay him; check on him, make sure he's safe and doing ok in prison, but also because she wants to know him. Poppy wants to know who this marsupial is.

She'll also try to keep in contact with Rena and Ryan. And it's through them that she learns even more about their lives and Kingston! Ohhh boy I can imagine all she's gonna learn.

Ok I better do the rest in dot points XD

Poppy asking Kingston how he did it. How he was able to just take another person's life, even if they were horrible. To her, it's unimaginable. Even if it is for another person. She doesn't ask him angrily, but rather genuine curiosity of this man. How would Kingston react to not only her question, but her explaining her own views on killing?

Even though they see each other once a week, Poppy likes to write him letters. The guards check the mail, so she doesn't put in how his gang is doing (I'll get to that trust me-). But just happy little things about her life, Ryan and Rena, and Toontown. Just trying to give Kingston hope for these long years ^^ she'll even put some photos in the envelope ^^

THE LYRICS 'I don't think he's an angel; an angel wouldn't do what he did' BEING POPS' EXACT THOUGHTS!!! She's talking to Ryan in private, because she can't see King and Rena would tease her, and she tells him, "An angel wouldn't do what he did. What he has done... But he's that special to me."

Imagine that as Poppy falls for Kingston more and more, she tries to subtly talk to Rena about it. She sees by now that they have a... Complicated open relationship. But she doesn't want to tear a marriage apart, either. And Rena just smirks and goes "I get it. You wanna fuck my husband." She doesn't usually refer to King as her husband, but she did it then to make Poppy feel the discomfort and guilt 😅 also! "Do you always fall for guys who kill for 'ya?~" Needless to say, Poppy knows she has Rena's blessing 😅

Imagine Poppy and Rena hanging out together, and Rena is being herself as usual; looking for her next prey. And then she sees a guy approach Poppy, but gets shocked when she kindly turns him away? Did that girl really just give up a nice ride?? And Poppy simply just shrugs, "I'm in love with Kingston. I don't want anyone else.". How would Rena respond to what loyalty looks like? XD

POPPY'S CONFESSION!!! I also wanted to write this, but again; no time XD but here; feeling all giggly and happy with all of Kings' flirts, feeling encouraged by his reciprocated crush and Rena's lack of care, she hesitates before they fully depart. She gestures for King to come closer to the glass separating them. Closer. Closer. And when he's nearly pressed against the glass, she presses a loving, lingering kiss to where his lips would be. She pulls away and feels anxious, but also excited as she watches Kingstons reaction.

Poppy showing up to the jail in more nice dresses, wanting to look nice for her jail bird love 🥰🥰🥰 she can ignore the looks she receives. As long as she has her kangaroo (hopefully he can ignore them while behind bars 😅)

Their visits growing from flirty friends to pure love 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 the guards and prisoners can see the difference in Kingston before and after every visit Poppy makes. How much the two adore the other and desperately want the glass to just disappear!!! Kingston getting to see how bubbly and sweet Poppy is now that she's no longer with Ben!? Poppy being the reason Kingston behaves himself so he can get out of jail early!? My heart!-

Poppy becoming a bigger part in the gang, in a way. It's not really a secret that the little bunny has been visiting the boss. Not to mention getting closer to Ryan and Rena, the current bosses while King is in jail. She hasn't done anything, and yet these giant, tough-as-nails thugs are scared of upsetting the little lady XD

And now, the moment I've been waiting for... Poppy and Kingstons first kiss.

The drive to the jail had been so nervewracking. Poppy had to resist pacing as she waited for Ryan to return with Kingston. She couldn't pinpoint why she felt so anxious, her mind and heart had been racing too fast for her to focus. But the second her eyes locked with the marsupials, seeing his dark eye wide in recognition and love and dressed in his former black suit once again, it felt like time itself had stood still. Seeing her love here, truly here...

Anyone watching, a guard, prisoner, or even the taller kangaroo that had escorted King out in the first place, couldn't have seen the two toons move. In a blink of an eye, within a heartbeat, Poppy was in Kingstons arms, legs wrapped around his waist, and two sets of lips locked together in a desperate, passionate first kiss.

Poppy couldn't believe it, even now. She didn't even feel fear of this all being a dream; all she could focus on now was her darling kangaroo and finally being able to touch the love of her life. Being able to feel his coarse fur under her fingers, his strong and protective arms finally pulling her close like he did all those years ago. The way he held her so close and kissed her- Oh god, the way he kissed her. One of his hands tangled in her hair and pulling her even closer, hot lips crashed onto her own, sucking on her tongue as if he was trying to commit her flavor to memory?? It was almost worth the four decades of being apart.

"I- I love you!" She managed to breathe out in-between kisses, not wanting to part from Kingston but needing to tell him what was in her heart. Even if she had told him so many times from the other side of the glass wall, she needed him to hear her say it now. While they were finally, finally together and could love each other freely, "I love you! King, I- Oh god, I love you so much!"

Ohhh this took me way too long to answer. I was hoping to offer more 😅 I'm so in love with this AU!!! We need to discuss this more!!! If you have more thoughts, please do not hesitate to tell me more!!!

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