#had to think about a couple of these for a hot minute

[natsredbra]

Okayyyy since season 3 is here and I'm just talking about Iris, so let's change it up a bit to...NATALIE😈😈😈 MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA

God...she's sooo hot this season it's almost illegal :( I was thinking about running off with Natalie to go skinny dipping in the lake, just taking a break from queenly responsibilities to cool off for a few hours <3 I was also thinking about making out and fingering her in the water and she would be so whiny about it, just making the sweetest little noises as she lets herself be kissed and touched

Or eating against some random tree far from camp because she's been so stressed lately and you just want to please her.

Or even better😈😈 scissor with her in your little cabin at night while the other girls sleep, letting her ride your face too and simply use you to let off steam. Making this thought even better with the prospect that yes she had a relationship with Travis but they are no longer together, still she never felt so much pleasure with him and she really started to like you, so imagine poor Travis simply being awake in the cabin next door and ending up hearing everything, from the half-muffled moans of the two, to the wetness of their pussies and the little compliments sweet and passionate confessions😓 poor Travis, this boy is really sad... and kind of uncomfortable I think

I'm just a girl🤭♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆♡

-🌺

may i PLEASE ask for your hand in marriage?? 💍

Right as the two of you go to bed, you suggest the idea to her- it’s a nice way to let off some steam, and just be yourselves without everyone’s prying eyes on you.

She seemed ecstatic and extremely happy to go skinny dipping- it’s something you two hadn’t done in a while. I mean yeah, maybe you have been ‘just friends’ up until a couple months ago, but there was always insane tension, that you finally released now that you’re away from society.

But back to skinny dipping- you guys stumble down to the lake, hand in hand and giggling with a makeshift torch and a towel

Stripping in an overdramatic manner, you jump into the water, still close to each other……it’s all very wholesome and cute for maybe two minutes, before you start violently making out close to the shore, but still in the water.

You were on top of her, holding her thighs close as they wrapped around your waist while she sucked on you tongue and let out desperate little noises UGHH

Finally shifting a little to let your hand travel lower and lowerrr, until you reach her sopping hole and give it teasing little rubs

She may have control over everyone- but in this moment she was all yours. All yours to take and please as you wish. And oh, how you do.

Your fingers make soft strokes inside her, while your mouth maps out every inch of her face and neck, peppering them with soft kisses while you tell her what a good leader and good girl she is <33

And she just diessss! You know how to please her so well, something no one has done for her properly before…but unfortunately you’re a cocky little bitch and want to have more fun with her.

So you pull out, and fight the urge to moan when her pussy practically chases your fingers, and you assure her that it’ll be okay, and that she’ll get exactly what she wants and more soon enough<3

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Somehow, as you attempt to quietly get back to your hut (key word, attempt) you almost immediately found yourself pinned under her, with her pussy rutting against yours

She’s resting her head on your shoulder with your panties in her mouth, along with one of your legs draped over her hip as she fucks herself into you…honestly, she usually let you take charge, but you knew that this was more then horniness, she was letting alllllll her frustration out on you, and fuck you shouldn’t like the thought that much.

But still, with the fabric in her mouth her whimpers are only half muffled, and you can still hear them, as well as some incoherent praises and cussing

Yet she wasn’t very experienced with girls, and definitely wasn’t too sure how to top one, which also made her frustrated out of her mind…she was right on the brink but needed some kind of push, yet she didn’t know what or how.

You actually think she might start crying. Everyone’s always on her ass, Shauna is being a fucking nightmare, and now she can’t even cum! And that’s when a little idea popped in that pretty head of yours.

“Baby- you wanna sit on my face?” You drawled out, fully witnessing her expression change into one of want

She just nods slowly, straddling you and throwing forementioned panties across the shelter. You could feel her wetness on your tummy as she sat on you, subconsciously grinding her hips on your lower belly…you have to stick your tongue out to remind her of what you were doing.

She climbs up immediately, hovering over you- which you hated. You hated having to chase her with your tongue, so you grabbed her hips and pulled her down, pressing her entire body weight atop of your face.

She lets out a surprise gasp, but bites her lip to attempt and muffle any sounds…which becomes increasingly hard once your mouth starts exploding her folds.

She got more confident as it went on, riding your face as if it was a fucking pillow, telling you exactly what to do, saying how good she feels, doing her absolute best to hold herself up, and you love every second of it.

As she gets closer and closer, she throws her head back, still biting her lip- likely hard enough to draw blood. But she isn’t able to conceal one low moan when her orgasm crashes over her, it comes like a tidal wave, making her go limp and see fucking white.

You slap her cunt as she gets off you and lays beside you, looking utterly spent- if these people were gonna be irritating, they will hear her letting that irritation out.

Everyone can see just how happy and content the two of you were next morning, and they know why too. After all, they barely slept, you practically kept them up with you. But probably the hottest thing to happen was seeing Travis’ face, and seeing how distraught he was. Not only had he never made her feel that way, he probably didn’t even know it was possible, considering some of the things he heard last night would likely make Lucifer clutch his cross necklace. And maybe you should feel bad, for his dad, brother and whatnot…getting his girlfriend stolen right before his eyes, but it just turned you on more. Safe to say, this was now a habit the two of you made.

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

doctor! doctor! ♡ seok matthew, lpn ♡ the nurseـــــــــﮩ٨ـ

⋆˙⟡ zb1 doctor smut series masterlist! all parts also linked here: nurse!matthew, doctor!jiwoong/med student!gunwook, allergist!taerae, radiology tech!gyuvin/cardiologist!ricky, anesthesiologist!hao/surgeon!hanbin

⋆˙⟡ wc: 1.5k (gonna try to keep these short, but we know me...)

⋆˙⟡ reader: gn afab (no pronouns used to refer to reader)

⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight medical professionals. a sudden illness that gets progressively worse. can reader survive the l-o-v-emergency?

⋆˙⟡ the nurse summary: the male nurse at your new doctor's office is a total asshole. but he's really hot. and so are you, after what was supposed to be a routine physical takes a couple unexpected turns.

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific warnings under the cut! angst. lighttt dub-con. matt is a total meanie. little less by the end. explicit mean comments about reader's weight but it's only because he's literally an asshole. smut is fairly light-ish, but we're just getting started so let's let it simmer for now.

⋆˙⟡ l-o-v-emergency scale: ★☆☆☆☆ (1)

GUYS HEY! I'M ALIVE! who's glad? not me. anyway, i've been working in a medical setting for over 2 months now and this series was birthed bc i couldn't stop thinking about how matthew would look in a good set of athletic (specifically magenta) scrubs. okay, hopefully i don't abandon this project!! ily. always. don't forget. <3

⋆˙⟡ iwnfyshb full masterlist

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EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: fingering/heavy petting (reader receiving), dub-con kind of sort of idk better safe than sorry, matt is very mean, inappropriate use of medical equipment (?), yeah i think that's good for now.

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it’s a regular monday morning. nothing out of the ordinary at all. though it’s a bit chilly outside, the sun is shining on this lovely february day.

you’re at the doctor’s office, sitting in the waiting room for your annual physical. your primary care physician had retired at the end of last year, so you’d scheduled your first appointment with a doctor at a completely new practice. they were so new, in fact, that they didn’t really have any google reviews yet except for one that just said: went above and beyond.

and they also accept your insurance, so there’s that.

though it’s late in the year for it, you’re also hoping to get a flu shot after about eight different strains of influenza ravaged your workplace this week. but you feel very healthy. you actually feel great.

usually you’re called in a bit faster for an appointment, but today it takes about ten minutes before the door to the medical entrance finally bursts open. it slams against the wall, startling both you and the elderly woman sitting a few seats away from you.

“ah, shit, sorry,” a voice mumbles and your eyes follow to put a face to it. standing in front of you is an incredibly attractive male nurse who squints at his clipboard. “uh… (y/n)?”

you stand up quickly, putting your phone in your coat pocket and walking up to the nurse. up close, you can see his name tag says: matthew.

“sick,” matthew says quietly, pointing down the hall to a scale. “we’re gonna head over there.”

you walk with him to the scale, jumping again when the door to the waiting room slams loudly.

“ah, shit. sorry,” he says again. you step on the scale, only to hear snickering next to you a moment later.

“uh… is something funny?” you ask with a frown.

“maybe take the coat off,” matthew suggests with a smirk. “we’re wanting a weight good for humans, not for whales.”

your eyes widen in shock. not really sure how to respond, you simply take your coat off and place it on the chair next to you. matthew leans over your shoulder, encroaching a little too liberally on your personal space bubble, and huffs confusedly.

“huh. i really thought that’d help more,” he says, jotting your (extremely normal) weight down onto his clipboard and shrugging. “anyway, we’re gonna be in room 3, on your left here.”

was he being purposefully rude or was he just painfully oblivious? a little more irritated than you had expected to be during this visit, you follow your nurse into the exam room and take a seat on the exam table.

“whoah, there,” he says with a laugh as he sits down on a stool beside the medical counter. “careful not to break the table after that weigh-in.”

you’re about to ask him what his problem is when matthew suddenly rolls up the already short sleeves on his magenta scrub top, revealing big, toned biceps underneath. goddamn, he was gorgeous.

but it didn’t give him a right to make comments about your body.

“wh—… why do you keep—…” you nervously start to confront him before he interrupts.

“just gonna get a reading on the pulse oximeter,” matthew announces, grabbing your hand from your lap and sticking the device on the tip of your index finger. “cool nails.”

“thanks,” you find yourself replying quietly. you don’t think you’ve ever met a nurse who lacked bedside manner this badly.

“i’ve been giving you a hard time, but you’re sorta hot actually,” he says, matter-of-factly as he snatches your hand again suddenly to check the oximeter. his bluntness and close proximity causes your heart to involuntarily race, and he bites his lip in a conceited grin as he reads the numbers on the device. “100 bpm… something getting you excited?”

you should stand up and walk out the door right now. report him to the reception desk. you figured there had to be some setbacks to a completely new, unreviewed practice, but this was beyond acceptable. no one should be allowed to behave so unprofessionally in a medical setting.

you look him directly in the eyes. about to rip him a new one.

but holy fuck, this absolute dickhead is hot. your brain starts to feel a bit foggy just looking at him.

“are you sure you’re feeling okay today?” matthew asks, removing the oximeter and placing it on the counter. he takes a thermometer out of the pocket of his scrub top and walks over to you— casually situating himself in the gap you’d left between your legs. “i’m gonna take your temperature just in case.”

he holds the thermometer in front of your forehead for a moment, the device buzzing when it has a reading. “hm. all good here. i’m just gonna check one more spot to make sure.”

before you can ask what that means, he moves the thermometer between your legs— pressing it over your clothed core. it buzzes against your clit and you’re unable to suppress a whimper in your shock.

matthew licks his top lip as he drinks in the sound, removing the thermometer and reading the temperature. he clicks his tongue sadly. “just what i thought. you’re burning up, baby.”

“this—… this is—….” you make one last (very weak) attempt to protest this nonsense. “i mean, you really shouldn’t be—…”

“shouldn’t be what?” he asks, fingers now taking the place of the thermometer on your clothed heat. as he massages you gently, you inhale sharply at how nice his touch feels. “doing my job? i’m just getting you ready for the doctor, baby. that’s all.”

you don’t have a clue as to what that’s supposed to mean. and you’re starting to forget why you care as he hooks his fingers around your waistband. reflexively, you lift your hips for him and he pulls down your pants— discarding them on the chair next to the exam table and leaving you in just your panties on the medical paper lining.

matthew pushes them aside with his thumb before prodding at your entrance with his middle finger. “just a small pinch,” he warns as he slips it inside.

you inhale sharply as the full length of his digit fills you. he smirks again, making use of his thumb against your clit as he starts to fuck you with his finger. you begin to whine as a steady pressure forms below your stomach.

“how’s that, hm? feel good?” you nod, growing more desperate for your release. matthew laughs as he pushes another finger inside of you. you can’t help but moan, hand finding its way to grip at the neck of his scrub top. “listen to that. doc’s gonna love you. you could still stand to lose a few pounds though, not gonna lie.”

you hate this guy. you must’ve had a psychotic break at some point between the waiting room and this exam table. but something’s come over you— something almost feverish— and the desire to complain just keeps getting smaller.

“please,” you beg emphatically, fingers of your free hand wrapping around the edge of the exam table as your climax threatens to spill over. “just shut the fuck up and make me cum.”

“fuck,” he breathes, the tips of his fingers curling up into the spongey spot in your upper wall with even more vigor. “okay. okay, yeah. just don’t tell the doctor i let you cum. got it?”

“y-yeah,” you agree half-heartedly— still unsure as to what the doctor has to do with this mean, hot nurse committing a crazy hr violation on you. but you just need release. so you humor him. “whatever.”

matthew presses his thumb hard against your clit and that’s all it takes— your orgasm washing over you as you feel your juices slip down your inner thighs. “fuck, that’s hot. makes me wish i got to finish ‘em off more often.”

more often? a post-climax clarity begins to set in as you wonder what on earth this guy is talking about. but that clarity only lasts a few moments before you start to shake with a chill you swear is bone-deep.

“get up, i’m gonna clean things up quick,” matthew orders casually, changing the paper liner on the table and throwing you some moist towelettes as you stagger off your perch. “clean yourself off good, ‘kay? i really don’t wanna get in trouble for—… hey, are you okay?”

your hands are shaking as you wipe your thighs and core clean of any traces, shivering beyond your control. matthew takes the towelettes from you, chucking them in the garbage. he tilts his head at you, concern suddenly palpable in his eyes.

"you—… you don’t look so good,” he says, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. when he pulls it away, you see the skin glisten. are you sweating? but it’s so cold. matthew pulls out his thermometer again, holding it between your eyes until it pulses. he pulls it back, eyes widening as he reads the temperature. “oh shit.”

"what?” you ask, rubbing your hands against your arms to try and generate some warmth. “what’s it say?”

"um. i—… i don’t know what’s going on,” he stammers, suddenly doe-eyed and nervous. it’s the most endearing he’s been thus far. something must be terribly wrong with you. “i think it’s probably just a fluke. maybe the thermometer’s broken. right? there’s no way it could be that high. you’d be dead. i’m—… i’m just gonna go get the doctor. he’ll know what to do! probably.”

“okay,” you reply. not much more you can say, especially with your teeth chattering.

"just, uh, sit back down and… um… rest, i guess. yeah, rest should help,” matthew says, quite clearly panicking. “and i’ll send the doctor in. and just, um, remember not to tell him what i let you do. please. i’d really appreciate that. if it comes up, ya know, just…”

“lie?” you suggest, plopping down onto the exam table as you continue to shiver furiously.

“yeah! exactly. you’ve got it,” he replies, rushing toward the door. “oh and the doctor has a med student interning with him today. is it okay to have him shadow your appointment?”

“sure,” you agree without hesitation. education is one of your core values, after all. even if you suddenly have a life-threatening fever to rival a volcano.

“awesome,” matthew says, throwing open the door. he glances back at you one last time, uneasiness written all over his pretty face. “hang in there.”

the door slams shut. really loudly.

“ah, shit. sorry.”

[bybobbysbeard]

Cool Pacific

Day 12 for @bucktommyfluffebruary: a day at the beach read on ao3 read other days here

“Okay, now paddle, paddle, paddle, and UP!”

Tommy jumps to his feet, knees bending as he finds his balance. The surfboard rocks on the dry sand, but settles in a second. Evan claps, enthusiastic. “Very nice babe! That was great. I think you’re ready to get in the water.” 

Tommy chuckles, wiping sandy palms off on his boardshorts. Evan is redolent in the sunshine, all tanned skin and tattoos, his smile wide and generous. They’ve already been in and out of the shallows, so salt is crusting his curls into tight ringlets. His blue swim trunks are shorter than Tommy’s, riding high and wide around his thick thighs as he paces around the rented board. The little white drawstring is tied in a sloppy bow, just begging to be undone.

But it's a lovely day, and the beach is populated, so Tommy’s daydreams will have to wait. 

“You do know that I’ve been swimming in the Pacific since I was younger than Jee, right?”

Evan rolls his eyes, offering him a hand and guiding him to step back onto the hot sand. “I do know that. Yet somehow, you’ve never been surfing, and here you are, with a certified surf instructor at your disposal.”

“Certified? I didn’t think there was any nationally recognized criteria. I always thought you just had to be blonde and hot and say ‘dude’ all the time.” Tommy picks up the board, standing it upright and running a hand through his crunchy hair.

Evan pulls his own rented board out of the sand and hefts it under an arm, gesturing excitedly at Tommy with one hand. “You’d think that, but technically, since it became part of the Olympics in 2020, there is an international standard for surf coaching. Of course, that didn’t exist when I learned. I just used to advertise as ‘certified’; it worked on the tourists.”

“Evan. Really?” 

“Really really, Thomas.”

Evan holds eye contact for a minute, faux-serious, before he breaks, mouth quirking. Tommy laughs too, copying the posture and slinging his board under an arm. They walk towards the breaking surf together. The cool Pacific rushes over their feet, rinsing off the sand. Evan keeps going until they’re about waist deep, before settling on his board on his stomach. He paddles lazily, spinning a slow circle around where Tommy’s standing, his board floating beside him. Tommy turns on the spot, silt stirring up under his feet, as he keeps his boyfriend in view. The muscles in his back and shoulders flex as he arches and propels himself through the water.

Evan stops, letting the board drift, and leans up on his elbows. “Alright, popping up is the hardest skill to master so that’s why we practiced that on the beach. Even still, you’re going to wipe out. Everybody does. Your longboard is a foamie, which is good for a beginner, because it floats really well, and it probably won’t break your nose if you faceplant.” He pushes up further, seawater running down his torso in rivulets. He straddles his board and kicks his feet cutely. Tommy is so distracted. Evan’s tone goes wistful, “I used to have this really sweet epoxy funboard, but I gave it to a girl when I left Peru. Cornered like a dream, and it fit on the Jeep’s roof rack. It was awesome.”

“You could get another one.”

“I could. But I don’t have time to surf the way I used to. I would feel bad, I think. Having a board that nice hanging on my wall and never letting it touch the water.” He turns to look along the shore. “Maybe someday. If we ever move closer to a real beach.” There’s a few families splashing in the shallows nearby, and a couple walking along the strandline with a dog. There’s more people spread out on the warm sand. They’re a ways up the coast from LA proper. Far from the tourist trap beaches and the Santa Monica pier. They’ve talked about Evan’s hypervigilance around the ocean and its weather systems. It helped, Evan said, to be farther from the city. Farther from the memories. 

Tommy hums, watching the nostalgic look on Evan’s face. Last week, when he suggested some beach time, and Evan brought up surfing, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Tommy was imagining maybe building a sandcastle with Jee at a park, but Evan offered lessons. Hearing your boyfriend used to teach stupid tourists in between bartending gigs is one thing. Actually seeing him out on the water, sparkling in the sunshine, shorts stretched indecently tight across his quads, was something completely different. 

He watches Evan physically shake off the memories, sending droplets flying. He leans over, and grabs onto Tommy’s board, holding it steady. “The next thing to do is to find a comfortable and effective paddling position. And then we’ll ride some swells in on our stomachs, so you can get a feel for it. If the waves cooperate, you can work on popping up, even if it's just to your knees.” 

Evan’s eyes are the exact same blue as the California sky. The tides surge around them, currents swirling little eddies of silt around his toes. Evan is smiling at him, transparent in his happiness, his feelings for Tommy on full display. That smile finally gets him moving, awkwardly clambering until he’s straddling his board too. Tommy feels buoyed, lifted by the briny waters of the Pacific and Evan’s love.

“You’re good at this. Teaching, I mean.”

Evan laughs. “Thanks. I’m usually not. I get too in my head, worried about forgetting something important, or boring people when I go off on a tangent. You make it easy.” He leans over to kiss Tommy gently, their boards bumping together and knees touching. His lips are chapped, and salty.

“You make all of this easy.”

[pyeongstarr]

⋆°｡⋆♡ Wading In Wait — 최산

♡ˎˊ˗ pairing/s: non-idol!san x yandere!reader

♡ˎˊ˗ in which: you met san on a dating app, and he wasted no time in showing interest. but poor guy didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

♡ˎˊ˗ genre/s: thriller

♡ˎˊ˗ warnings: themes of mental health (munchausen by proxy). captive!san. kidnapping, san gets drugged.

♡ˎˊ˗ word count: 1.5k

♡ˎˊ˗ author's note: this is like a prologue ??? to an idea i've been sitting on for a while idk. enjoy. xoxo.

Bodies moved in and out of the coffee shop, bell ringing, and voices chatting away. All of which were muffled when the cacophony would land on her ears. Nerves restive and the hair on her arms standing at attention. As excited as she was, she could not help the impending sense of doom that stirred about in her belly. Growling, even, just not in hunger. She stood a couple of feet away, staring down at her phone then comparing the face she saw to the ones in the café. Her eyes wandered all around, looking for the man she had met on a dating app, and had promptly asked her out on a breakfast date. At last, in a cozy yet dark corner, far from prying eyes, she found him. He twiddled his thumbs, incessantly tapping his foot, awaiting her arrival.

In what felt like a flurry of movements, she found herself standing right before him, clutching onto the straps of her handbag that hung languidly over her shoulder. When he looked up to meet her eyes, the first thing to greet her were the dimples in his cheeks. The warm smile he offered upon locking eyes. A very light, childlike innocence encapsulated his being. He stood up from the booth, looming several inches above her lilliputian figure.

“You must be y/n, right?” She simply nodded in response. “I’m San, it’s great to finally meet you. I already ordered you a drink, if that’s okay?”

“Thank you,” Her voice was soft as it drowned in the ambience. “I’m sorry, I’m not much of a talker.”

“No problem, I can carry a conversation for the both of us. Please, sit.”

And carry he did. For the following 2 hours, he’d spoken about himself in great detail. Just as she hoped he would. To learn that he had a thriving career in finance and had been brought up in a loving environment with parents who’d do anything for him. She shared the same sentiments. She’d do anything for him. As forward as it may have seemed, she was certain that he was the love of her life. Handpicked by the universe itself and delivered digitally. It was fate, and you could not tell her otherwise, no. He was so open and welcoming. A lovelorn and hopeless romantic, just as she. To her, a hand and glove pairing is what they truly were.

“I’ll be quick. Don’t go anywhere, okay?” San announced as he hurried off to the bathroom.

Her eyes wandered all over the café, agitated and doubting herself with each passing moment. The longer she waited, the smaller the window of opportunity became. With one last look around the establishment, she snuck her hand into her handbag and brought out a small vial containing a translucent liquid. She unscrewed the bottle cap with quivering hands and a wavering confidence, dumping the entire solution into San’s half-empty glass of orange juice. She stirred the mixture with a straw and swiftly retracted her hands back to her side of the table.

After a few minutes, he returned with the same jovial cognisance he’d stepped away with. As the time passed them by, his head grew cloudy but he put on a brave face. He knew something was off. There was no way to pinpoint what the problem was because he himself was at a loss. With every sentence he spoke, each word was more slurred than the last. An impending sense of doom hollowed out the joy in his heart, nothing but fear got a hold of him.

“San, you don’t look too hot. Are you feeling okay?” She asked concisely but the words were warped upon landing on his ears.

“Y-yeah… It’s, uh, I think that breakfast burrito might have been undercooked,” He shook his head, taking deep, heavy breaths as he tried to relax his jittery nerves.

“I think we should get you home, yeah?”

“Yup, please.”

As they stood up from their places, he staggered but she was quick to reach his side. She threw his arm over her shoulder, and held him steady by the waist. He weighed quite the number but she had sheer willpower of a wildflower. Even if she had to carry him out herself, she would. But fortunately for her, not so much for San, he could still carry his own. Careful to not raise any suspicion, they walked out of the building without a single eye batting their way. Just a few feet away, she had her car parked in a nearby alley. Murky and mildewy, with the company a black stray cat that sat above a wall as it watched. He was too out of it to even question her choice of parking. Instead, he leaned against the back door.

“I’m sorry for ruining our date. I swear I’ll make it up to you,” He apologised sincerely.

“That’s okay, stuff happens. You’ll call me when you get home safely, right?”

“It’ll be the first thing I do,” He gave her a dopey smile as he leaned in for a hug.

He drifted off to a state of unconsciousness as soon as her arms snaked over his shoulders. Whatever she poured into his drink kicked in at just the right time. His body slumped over hers, weighing even more than when he was semi-conscious. She unlocked the doors and carefully laid his body into the backseat of her hatchback. She looked around for any prying eyes, but found the glaring greens of the cat on the wall. She settled herself into the driver’s seat as the engine came to life.

[ . . . ]

When San came to as he laid on an air mattress, he found himself in a dimly lit room with only a single light bulb that hung from the very centre. The scent of orchids and frangipanis remained thick in the air. There was a wooden staircase on the very far end. The room was decently decorated. But it was the site of a bucket and rolls of toilet paper that made his stomach churn. A sudden sense of urgency took over when he realised what the problem was. Bound at the wrists and ankles with shackles, welded to heavy-duty chains. What was once curiosity turned into ripened fear as he mulishly pulled on the chains. Try as hard as he may, they were bolted onto the walls and cement floor. Not even his years of weight lifting and strength training could get him out of the fate that awaited him. A mixture of frustration and trepidation, the tears that ran down his face could not be stopped.

“Help! Somebody!”

But nobody answered. Just the eerie sound of his voice as it sunk into the four walls that were his new home.

“Is anybody there? I’ll give you anything you want! Please!”

The desperation in his voice was potent, very telling of his emotional state. He was growing increasingly stressed. As he continued to yell and pull on the chains, holding on to some semblance of hope that maybe, just maybe, with a stroke of divine intervention, he’d break free and run away, the door at the very top of the staircase opened. A faint glow shone down into the quasi-oubliette. The cold, light tapping of heels walking down the steps oddly spiked his credence in possible escape.

But nothing in the world could have prepared him for what was to come.

As the figure inched closer, his eyes meeting hers brought him some comfort. A familiar face to help him understand what was happening.

“y/n, how’d you find me?” He asked.

“San, you’re sick,” She answered with sure conviction in her words.

“What?”

“I have to take care of you.”

“What- what are you talking about? Why am I chained? Where am I?”

“Don’t worry. From here, I can take care of you and–”

He lunged forward, scaring her as she stumbled back and nearly tripped on her own feet. Her eyes held much fear, watching as he fought captivity. Why couldn’t he just understand where she was coming from? Instead of expressing gratitude for her selflessness and willingness to assume responsibility over his physical wellbeing, all he had to show for it were violent displays of defiance.

“y/n, get me out of here.”

“I can’t. If I let you go, then who’s going to take care of you?”

As she begun to walk away, leaving him to stew in his thoughts, he said, “I started feeling funny after I drank that juice. What did you put in my drink, y/n?”

“In due time, you’ll understand that this is for your own good. You’ll see.”

The gap between them continued to grow as she walked away, leaving him with more questions than he had before. Despite the apparent struggling and calling of her name, she didn’t look back. Only marched forward to make preparations for their new life together. One carved out by nothing but the voices in her head, consoling her, telling her that she would eventually be rewarded for her good deeds. That the past would not repeat itself.

“Get back here, y/n!” He called out one last time before she shut the door to the basement, and to the life he once knew.

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[earl-of-221b]

Ok Nezha 2 Spoilers - one incredible scene.

A city of people was completely levelled in this movie but that's so big scale and apocalyptic that my reaction was total disbelief, before tentative and incredulous acceptance, taking it as a significant plot point full of angst and turmoil for the main character.

However. The much smaller scale personal betrayal, the underhanded scheming that pit family and martial family members against each other, was one thing I found totally, seriously, sickeningly twisted mid-movie.

I am talking about the scene where the audience - unbeknownst to our heros Ao Bing and Nezha - find out who Ao Bing just destroyed in the second trial. The buildup of this scene was so incredible, because all the pointers showing who the tutor demon at the waterfall really was, were there in plain sight. His pointed ears. His long face. His straight back. His school of disciples. And most importantly - his electricity. His lightning based attacks. Earlier in the movie it's revealed Shengong Bao is very, very far from a family back home, his brother bringing news about the success of his father's school.

The tutor is Shengong Bao's father.

Even though he's aged, he's a formidable fighter himself. He's even more adept at lightning magic than perhaps Shengong Bao is! Shengong Bao uses a whip to harness lightning magic, but Mr Shen Zhengdao is just...breathing it out, eyes leaking lightning M. Bison style...he's shooting it out of his bare hands--

But of course, he's pitted against this young annoying over-powered upstart of an ice-style boy. Ao Bing, pretending to be Nezha. And for Ao Bing, there are INCREDIBLE stakes to this fight. The tutor is the second trial, he must defeat him - because his soul will DIE without a body, because the entire Chentang Guan is being held RANSOM by his own father the Eastern Dragon King, because Nezha's parents are locked in STALEMATE with the dragons...the stakes are monumental for Ao Bing. So of course he uses everything's he's got, wit and magic and fury and all, countering all the absolute feats of astonishment Shen Zhengdao is throwing at him.

But Shen Zhengdao is thrown by the sight of the celestials, in a desperate breath he cuts his own arm off to stave from Ao Bing's ice. I only got the reveal of who this man was when the young Shen Xiaobao jets in to protect his Dad. It recontextualises everything in an instance. My stomach flipped.

Ao Bing, without his knowledge, had just fought, injured, and crippled his own master's father. I wanted to scream! Of course he was able to keep up with martial arts with the tutor. They're from the same martial line. For the tutor, he's fighting his own son's disciple. Shen Zhengdao's beloved son...and Shengong Bao's beloved disciple...fighting each other because they don't know what they are -- who they are to each other. Because of this, Shengong Bao's young kid brother is shot...he dies from his injuries. Shen Zhengdao is captured.

That twist was GHOULISH, it was DRAMA it was CARNAGE in this story about parents and their children and their inherited traumas.

And then. AND THEN. What was so sick and twisted is that the evil celestials knew this the entire time - they purposely chose Shen Zhengdao as the second trial to do this awful thing both to Shengong Bao and Ao Bing at once. And the characters don't even have the full knowledge and oversight the audience has of just how fucked up it all was...Shengong Bao misunderstands and thinks Nezha did this. For a hot minute, I was totally convinced Shengong Bao could level Chentang Guan on this news, coupled with his kid brother's death. But what reined it back in for me was his obvious love for Ao Bing...he couldn't have leveled Chentang Guan if it could jeopardise Ao Bing's life...he'd never do that. He would NEVER gamble away Ao Bing's life. After seeing how it actually played out, seeing Shengong Bao still choose to save Nezha's parents thinking Nezha had destroyed his leopard family, from miles and miles away....that really sealed what kind of a person Shengong Bao is. Because miles and miles away, his disciple Ao Bing did the same thing, by jumping in to let the kid brother escape (his own young martial uncle) and stopping the final blow to Shen Zhengdao.

The core theme of the original Nezha story was about filial piety. And this movie extrapolated filial piety out into a web of complicated loyalties, betrayals, and leverage the likes of which made me...so unwell.

[wolfish-trickster]

In sickness

Astarion x female!reader/Tav

Word count: 3.9K

Summary: you wake up with an extremely high fever. As bad luck usually has it all companions have to leave the camp. All except the only undead one who has long forgotten what being sick feels like.

Warnings: angst to fluff, (child) SA and abuse, typos, possible bad grammar, i know jack shit about dnd (only have been obsessed with bg3 for two weeks) so some companions and over all logic might be ooc, enjoy :3

A/N: this is my first time writing for Astarion, I tried to be as accurate as possible from all the videos I've seen of him. Also I started writing this while having 39.9°C myself so reading it could feel like a fever dream 😅

"Karlach, can I hug you?" you mutter.

Everyone sitting around the campfire spits out their stew which Gale worked very hard on. All their eyes studied you as if you've already turned into a mindflayer.

"If you so desperately want to cuddle I volunteer," Astarion raises his hand.

Shadowheart yanks it down with a scowl. "As if she'd want to cuddle a bloodthirsty icicle."

"Unlike you my dear, my warm heart makes up for the cold body."

"What makes you think my heart isn't wamer than yours?"

"The clue is in your name, genius."

"As much as I'd love to, soldier," Karlach adressed you, completely ignoring the bickering of the two of them, "I'd hurt you and that's the last thing I want. But I appreciate it."

You didn't have the heart to tell her the truth after the sweet smile she showed you. But you had to. "I'm just," you hugged your shoulders even tighter, "I'm really cold Karlach. Maybe if you could, just a bit..."

"Warm you up?"

You nodded.

Gale studied your shivering frame. "Are you alright? You look a bit pale."

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," you dismissed him.

"Fine looks different," Shadowheart let Astarion's wrist be and walked up to you, cupping your cheeks, feeling your temperature. "You're hot."

"Wow, and water is wet," Astarion scoffed and took a sip of his wine.

Shadowheart glared. "I meant her body."

"Me too!"

"Her temperature, you fool. It's way too high," she turned back to you, eyes softer, "I know you're cold, but we can't warm you up. We need to pull your temperature down."

"No," you groaned. You felt like you were freezing. Cooling you down? Is she out of her mind?

"We have to! If your body warms up any more your organs could fail and we could lose you!"

Before you could protest she already started dragging you to her tent. Astarion creeping up behind you. "Excuse my intrusion but what kind of logic is that? Look at her! She's shivering and you want to freeze her even more?"

"A coldblooded guy like you won't understand," said Shadowheart as she forced you to lay down on her bedroll. "Humans have a certain body temperature at which all of their body functions work properly. If infection gets in the immune system rises the temperature in order to get rid of the virus or the parasite, since they can't survive high heat. Unfortunately neither can humans," she kept explaining as she searched for the correct vial in her bag. "If our temperature stays high for way too long some of our organs can fail which could lead to dire consequences."

"I know but please," you propped up yourself on your elbows, "all I need is couple of minutes. Then you can do whatever you want with me."

"Sorry," she said as she finally pulledout a small vial filled with icy blue liquid. "For how long have you had the fever?"

You shrugged. Around noon you noticed your face getting warmer but you guessed it must've been from the traveling under the sun with barely any shadow on your trail. Then as the sun kept getting lower and lower you still felt warm, even when the rest had to put on another layer of clothing to shield them from the soft wind. It was only an hour ago when your warmth left you, replacing it with freezing cold and shiver all over your body.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter," Shadowheart gave you the vial. "Bottoms up."

You studied it. The liquid inside almost resembled water. Slightly colored but still. A big difference from dense potions she had in her arsenal. You opened it and drank it in one gulp. Coldness bloomed inside your chest and you wrapped yourself in whatever your hands reached.

Astarion crossed his arms. "Not that I doubt your healing abbilities but-"

"Then don't doubt them," Shadowheart smirked and pushed him out of her tent. "She needs rest now."

It only took minutes for your body to stop shivering. Your cheeks didn't feel like they were on fire anymore. Finally.

Your eyelids became too heavy for you to keep them open. Consciousness slowly slipped from you, but not before hearing faint voices of your companions.

"I should've taken her to her own tent though..."

"As if that makes any difference where she lays."

"But it does make a difference where I lay! Her tent is the only available now."

"Problem solved then."

"It's right next to yours."

".....well shit, Shadowheart."

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It was quiet. Awfully quiet. Not a good sign when it comes to your little group.

You attempted to stand up and go investigate but the entire world spinned beneath your feet. Yup, no walking for you today. Begrudgingly you layed down again, annayed at your weak body. Those times when you sprang up and fought goblins seemed like ages ago. Oh, how you took them for granted...

Shadowheart's tent opened. Even with closed eyes you could hear these footsteps weren't hers. They were soft, light, like a sneaking cat's. You opened your eyes. It took some time for them to adjust but even blurry you could make out curly white hair and pale face with two red eyes like two drops of blood on snow.

"What time is it?" You groaned.

"Almost noon," Astarion answered and sat down, cross-crossed right next to your flaming body. You couldn't take the heat anymore and threw the blankets as far away from you as you could, which was slightly past your feet.

"I take it you're not cold anymore?"

You shook your head. "Where is everyone."

"Shadowheart and Gale went to a nearby village to fetch some medicine for you. Karlach went with them to," he coughed a bit and imitated Karlach's voice, "protect them since our bravest soldier is fighting her own battles. In my opinion she just wants to check out the local tavern. It has been some time since we've come across a decent one. I swear the bigger the city the more their wine tastes like vinegar," he scrunched up his nose and you giggled.

"You could've went with them. Maybe you'd find a fine wine bar and restock. Or you were too worried about little ol' me?" You teased.

"Oh please, I'm not some drunkard who can't go a month without a fine bevarage. Even though their offer was tempting I selflessly volunteered to stay behind and look after you," he waved his hands around like a diva that he is. "So tell me darling, what ails you?"

You turned on your side, facing him, eyes closed. Just yesterday you would've given anything to feel warm, you'd even risk it and throw yourself into a bonfire. But now you wanted nothing more than to jump into a frozen lake instead. "I'm hot."

"I'm aware."

"Astarion," you moaned out his name to which he chuckled. Not the first time he heard his name fall from your lips like that.

"Alright, what am I supposed to do? All the instructions I got were "look after her" with no other details."

You sighed. "Just bring me a glass of water please."

It took some time but at last Astarion marched into Shadowheart's, now temporarily yours, tent. He found you eyes closed splayed out like a starfish on the slightly cooler ground, the warmth of the bedroll long forgotten. Astarion croched down and brushed his fingers over your sweaty forhead. It felt almost as if he touched a burning oven.

Shadowheart's words echoed in his mind. High temperature for way too long, failing organs, dire consequences. Damn it, for how much longer are they going to stay on their little field trip?

Your soft sigh pulled him out of his thoughts. Unknowingly he placed his full palm on your burning forhead which pulled out a soft content humm from you. What does Shadowheart call him? Cold blooded?

"Darling," he leaned in and whispered to disturb your short nap as little as possible, "I have an idea. I will attempt to cool you down with my body until your medicine comes. We'll finally have a proper cuddle, what do you say?"

Eyes still closed you nuzzled into his cold palm even more. Astarion took it as a yes. A big mistake on his part.

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You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Pain pounded in your head and if that wasn't enough the whole world kept on spinning and spinning. You heard voices. Something cold on your forhead. It felt nice. Comforting. You whined a bit when the cool object left. However you didn't have the energy to chase it and return the good feeling. Something shuffled in the background. Some fabrics. You couldn't care less, you just turned on your side, ignroing the uncomfortable feeling of your sweaty shirt clinging to your back.

The hem of the shirt moved up. Someone was pulling it off of you. Panicked you opened your eyes, unable to make your vision focused and clear. All you could see was a shirtless male body, much bigger than yours, hovering above you. Two blurry limbs pulling your shirt over your head. Something came back to you, a distant memory. One you naively thought has left your brain for good. Tears welled up in your eyes and you weakly tried to push the fabric down to cover yourself again but the stranger was stronger.

"No, please no," you whispered, unable to make any louder sound out of the weakness.

"Relax, I know you don't want to but Shadowheart-"

"No," you said a bit louder. You couldn't remember what or who was Shadowheart, or whose voice was speaking to you. The only thing on your mind was escape. It was only after the man has fully taken off your shirt when you gained enough strength to scream. "Robert stop it!"

Your leg flew up in a weak attempt to kick but he caught it. "What?"

When you realized your old trick won't work again you wriggled your ankle from his grasp and curled into the smallest ball you could. Your eyes stang with hot tears, body shaking from both the temperature and the fear. Trembling you waited. Waited for him to do something, anything. Nothing happened. No rough hands roaming parts of your body you didn't want touched. No further stripping. After a long time your heart finally stopped pounding in your chest, your tears have dried. Your headache has gone too. With a clear vision and even clearer mind you started to remember. You weren't a kid anymore. This wasn't your grandma's cottage. And the man patiently sitting in the corner with his head down was...

"Astarion?"

His head snapped towards yours. "There you are," he put on one of his charming smiles. A fake one as you've learned over the months. "For a second I thought you've been overcome by the worm already," he let out a chuckle. A high pitched one. The one he uses to mask his true feelings.

Your hand brushed your dry cracked lips and he understood. Cold water streamed down your throat, spreading the relieving coolness all over your chest. Once you've finished the glass Astarion put it beside you, tucked couple of blankets over your half naked bidy and moved to the corner again, as far away from you as possible. You grabbed his sleeve. "Stay."

"I can't."

"I'm sorry."

"What?" His eyes met yours, confusion swimming in his blood red irises. "Darling you have it a bit twisted. I should be the one apologizing," he took your hand in his and forced your fingers to stop clutching his clothes. It was still flaming hot. Not even the cold water has helped...

"No, I- hmm," you sighed and looked away.

Astarion sat down and studied you. For the first time he appreciated his skill of reading people in order to please them. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Your lips formed a thin line, eyes began to water.

Astarion raised his hands up in a panic. "Or not. Forget I ever said anything. Let's just wait until the rest returns. Until then we could play some nice games. Everyone loves those! Alright, I spy with my eye something that is blue. Guess what?"

His usual bravado was back. Not a hint about the concerned vulnerable Astarion that peeked out a second ago. You wanted that Astarion. No, you needed him. Out of all people he is the only one that could understand.

"Astarion."

"But darling, I'm not blue," he chuckled and attempted to give you the warmest eyes possible. "Try again."

"No, I-I want to tell you. What happened to me. Maybe I'll feel better afterwards?" You looked up at him, pleading with your eyes. Begging the soft Astarion to come to you.

He did. His over exaggarated smile fell into a sympathetic one as he proped up his chin on his hands. "Alright. I'm all ears."

You nodded. Suddenly you had no idea how to even begin. Where to begin?

He noticed your struggle. "It's alright, take your time."

"I just don't know where to begin..."

"From the start. That usually works," he playfully nudged you to lighten up the mood.

You rolled your eyes but with a soft smile. Alright. You've carried it inside for long enough.

"When I was a child my parents had to go on business trips a lot. They usually dropped me at my grandmother's house. She had a small cottage in the mountains. No neighbours, no kids, no friends. I hated going there," you turned on your side, facing him as memories from your childhood filled your mind. The long journey to her cottage. The cakes she always baked just for you, to get your energy back after such a trip. The smell of the cottage filled your nose; blueberry pie, old wood, moss. How you used to love that smell. It was the only good thing about that lonely place.

"But, once in a while my cousin visited."

"Robert," Astarion whispered more to himself than to you. As he slowly started putting the pieces of this puzzle together he realized how horribly scared you must've been few minutes ago.

You continued. "He was quite older than me. I loved him. He was the big brother I always wanted. We stole cookies together, he taught me how to climb a tree. He played with me lots and lots," you smiled during remembering of the nice parts. Then the ugly chapter of the story came. Your mouth fell into a straight line, your eyes lost all shine. "One day we begged grandma to make us a pie with forest fruit. She promised to fill the biggest basket she owned with berries and make us the best pie we've ever eaten. Then she closed the door and my cousin suggested we play a new game."

Your arms curcled around your shoulders. Subconsciously pulling yourself into a smalle curled ball again. "I didn't know the rules. He never explained them. But then he took of his shirt. And wanted to take mine off too. I tried to fight him off but he pinned me to the ground. That bastard ripped apart my favourite dress."

Astarion opened his mouth, ready to pull you back into present, to stop you from reliving that horrible moment.

"But," you said, "he was always clumsy with his belt. Always wanted to have a dagger tied to it. I kicked it and it ripped his stomach. Left quite the wound."

That....wasn't what Astarion expected. "My, you were feisty even in your childhood," he purred.

You chuckled. "Not really. I was aiming for the crotch but my legs were too short," Astarion chuckled and the shine returned to your face again. "My grandma came back before he could bleed out. She saved him. When she asked what's happened he said we were just playing. Then he left and I haven't seen him for ten years. When we met again he never even mentioned it, as if it never happened. He never told anyone. Neither did I. And neither will you."

Astarion nodded. "Cross my heart and hope to- uh. I promise."

"Thanks," you rolled on your back again. "Actually now that I've said it out loud, it doesn't sound that bad, you know? I mean, he didn't do anything to me, but I actually drew blood. If anything, he should be the traumatized one, not me."

You couldn't see it but Astarion's face flipped between multiple expressions. Shock, confusion, anger, and finally sympathy. "Let me stop you right there darling. First of all, don't ever dismiss it because "nothing happened". Something has happened and you have every right to feel what you do. Second of all, even though he's your family, in my humblest opinion he deserved to bleed out right then and there for scarring you. And third of all," he carefully took your hand and you sighed at the contact with something cool, "I'm always here for you. Just as you were always there for me. Don't close yourself from me. I know the feeling and trust me, it's better to let it out. Like you've taught me."

You squeezed his hand, grateful for his words. You did feel better, mentally. But physically you were ready to die.

"Astarion, could you do something, please?"

"Anything my love."

You bit your lower lip nervously and stared at your joined hands. "Could you cuddle with me? Shirt off and all that. Just like you wanted before I..."

His eyes grew concerned. "Are you sure?"

You nodded. Slowly you took the blanket off of you and propped yourself up on your elbows. You were sick of lying down all the time.

Astarion reached out to steady your frame as you slowly came to sit on his lap, straddling it. You hugged his cold torso and sighed in pure pleasure. This is exactly what your overheated body needed. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and clung to him like koala. To your dissapointment Astarion's hand remained respectfully on the waistband of your pants.

"Hug me back. Please," you whispered into his pale skin.

Reluctantly his arms circled you, carefully as if you could break if he held you too tight. After seeing your reactions his hands started to draw circles on your back, spreading the coolness all over it.

The two of you have been together, joined body and soul, multiple times. Even in a position like this with no pants as bariers at all. But this...this hug. It was by far the most intimate you've ever been with him.

He held you like that for hours. Even when his legs have long fallen asleep he didn't want to end this just yet. Out of all the times he has had creatures of all shapes and sexes ride him and cling to him just like you were now, what you did was different. Pleasant. For the first time he truly felt needed, in the most innocent way possible.

After your vertigo came back you wanted to lay down again but Astarion coukdn't let the feeling end yet. So there you were now, chest to chest, your arms hilding his torso tightly against yours, your hot cheek resting against a place where Astarion's heart would be beating out of pure joy if he was still alive. It only took couple of strokes on your back and you were gone, off to the dreamlands. Astarion would've followed you if it wasn't for the ruckus outside the tent.

"Tav, we're back!" Gale ripped apart the closed flaps on the tent.

"And we have a medicine for you! It took a while of persuasion but at last we have a potion for you that will pull you right back onto your feet," Shadowheart said proudly as she held up a vial with thick purple liquid.

"Shush you foold," Astarion pressed his index finger to his lips. His other hand came up to cover the little bit of your sideboob that was peeking out at the world. Respectfully tho, no touching at all. Just hovering above it.

Gale, Shadowheart and Karlach stared at the spectacle before them.

"What? I finally got to use my cold bloodedness for good," Astarion said proudly. "See how I'm becoming a goody two shoes like the rest of you? I'll be concidered a hero in no time!"

Ignoring him Shadowheart crouched down and felt your forhead with the back of her hand. Than your cheeks. "I hate to admit it, but you cured her," she stood up, "no fever at all."

"It could be temporary though," Gale pointed out, "as soon as Astarion stops...hugging her, her temperature will shoot right back up."

"All the more reason for me to keep holding her. An excelent observation wizard."

Gale frowned but said nothing. He did walk into his own trap there after all.

Karlach tapped the corc closing the vial. "What do we do with this then? Since Fangs has cured her on his own."

"We could store it for worse times. Or we could get high as hells from it. I did read it has different effects on healthy bodies," Shadowheart thought out loud while examining the potion in her hand.

"I wote for number two," Gale's arm shot up.

"I wholeheartedly concur," Karlach joined.

"Me too," Astarion held up his hand as well.

Shadowheart kissed her teeth. "No fun times for you. You need to be in full consciousness in case your patient gets worse."

Disapointed, Astarion let his hand fall back between your shoulderblades. "I guess that's a small price for having her body blissfully cliging to mine," he smirked at Gale.

"Get your fill while you can," the wizard said and took the vial from Shadowheart's hand. "When she's healthy again no right mind would want to cling to a piece of ice."

With that he stomped out.

"Thankfully, none of us are in their right mind in any time of the day," he smiled and like a cat that got its treat nuzzled his head ontop of yours.

"I do have one request," Shaodheart said before she could exit the tent. "Get out of my tent. I finally want to sleep."

"Oh, how lovely of you to say that, kicking out a caretaker with his patient out into the wilderness," carefully he stood up, his hands supporting your legs wrapped around his waist, "with no weapon whatsoever," he walked passed her out of her tent, "how much cruel can you be."

"Even more if you don't stop whining."

Astarion couldn't care less to shoot her a sarcastic remark back. You stirred in his embrace. He stopped in his tracks, ready to pull you back into present in case you slipped again. None of that was needed. You only snaked your arms around his neck and sighed his name into his neck, your breath tickling the two bite scars on the side of it.

And while Lae'zel and Wyll that have just returned from their own mission dealt with their three companions getting higher than the ceiling, back in your tent Astarion has been getting hits of his very own drug. You.

And he has already become way too addicted.

[deepsthroats]

PUSH2START: rafe cameron gets turned on when reader (THEE brand-new hot young singer), went to outer banks to record her next music video, from her smash summer song.

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NOTES: HEAR ME OUT that idea came into me bc i think tyla and drew would make such a hot couple mdjjdjdj…also english is not my first language, so apologies for any mistake!

WARNINGS: male masturbation,erotic fantasy, rafe and his disturbing troughts about fucking reader.

“Jesus..fuckk” rafe’s dirty words sounded more like a curse while stroking himself to the image of your doll-body, tan sun kissed skin and bambi eyes. God, you were just so fuckable- the way ur hips were movin while dancing to “pushin' on my buttons with no hesitation”, -makin rafe actually wanna push all of your buttons deeply…he remembers your foreigner accent calling him:

“Hay Mr. rafey cameron” you said with a big smile, on your way to hug him. He hated how he loved that hug so much, stayin’ a litte longer with his hand on ur waist, squeezing a lil’ bit.

A big popstar like you coming to a small city like outer banks of course kept the place curious. Everyone were looking foward to meet u ever since the media leaked the place you were going to shoot the music video for PUSH2START. But u def didn’t disapointed. Everyone were stunned not only by your unreal beauty, but about how kind and sweet was your personality. You made sure to take pictures with all the fans, talk to them, and even payed some food for the tired fans.

The Cameron family, as the richest clan livin in outer banks, were the ones taking care of the whole musicvideo. The shoots, the recording, the marketing…everything. So, ofcourse rafe cameron would be present. Sarah and Wheezie were having a blash about meeting the most pretty, talented, funny and successful it girl of the time. Mr Rafe, could not care less..i mean, he did in fact not give a fuck about pop divas, so it was just another boring ass event he would have to attend cuz hes ward’s cameron son.

That changed the minute he saw you. WHATTHEFUCK-the only thing that passed by his head. He could not move or speak, cuz all the blood from his body went straight to his cock. He had too many thoughts- all ending up with you screaming his name while he pounded hard into your tight pussy. was a fucking torture to him watch you all day, seeing you with those small jeans, top cropped, showing your belly piercing he desperately wanted to lick, and your pretty legs that we wanted to grab and squeeze.

In fact, he did tried to flirty with you all day. Calling you princess, beauty, doll, honey…tried to keep eye-contact, laying his hands on your body- but you were just naive and innocent. You had this confident hot woman recording the music video, but you also had a very sweet and kinda dorky girl in the behind the scenes. Rafe wanted to get you all for himself, and beat the hell up of any boy who tries to hit on you. All these patetic losers guys could not workship you the way he would. FUCK you were driving him insane and honry as hell.

So, when he got home, his dick hurting for so much time being hard, he opens his phone, and finds the pic he was taking of you. Rafey’s mouth started to salivate just by looking at your wet skin- he wanted so bad to get you like this-. He zoomed at your perfect face, and lowered his hand at his drooling dick, givin a long squeeze. took his pants n brief almost immediatly, he was high by how honry he was.

Cameron felt at his stomach his pink, big cock, leaking precum on the top of it, and slowly started to move. Stroking himself meanwhile movin hips, imagining he was slamming the hell out of you-pushin all of your buttons-felt so goddamn amazing. It was so hard to keep holdin his phone with ur pic w the free hand, so lost in his imagination and burning desire.

“Oh my princess..fuck” he screams when his orgasm hits like a bomb in his body. Cum were all over ur picture from his phone. And one thing he knew- he needs u badly and it must make HASTE.

[disappearinginq]

5, 7, 13, and 20 for fanfic asks?

5. Fic most proud of writing This is a toss up - because I am one of those people who likes their own stuff a lot. :-D But, one of the Big Three: Damnatio Memoriae from the Lucifer fandom, Running Up That Hill for Agenst of SHIELD, and Wrong Side of Heaven for Magnum 2018. Mostly for different reasons, but they all have the same vein of "I got mad at canon and I fixed it".

Lucifer was a roller coaster for me - I loved season 1, season 2 was okay, 3 made me want to throw something at the screen 90% of the time, season 4 WAS EPIC, and I gave up halfway through season 5 and never finished the series. Damnatio was written because I wanted much more involvement of the supernatural, not just a therapy/self discovery mixed in with crime of the week. Also, being raised adjacent to Catholicism, I was getting really irritated that they weren't even using the comic lore, and missing the basic fundamentals of the sources they were pulling from. This story had a lot of reader feedback, to the point of it being almost choose your own adventure. As it went on, I would ask readers to pick from two options that I had rolling around in my head, and it actually worked really well to keep the ball moving with my writing.

Running Up That Hill was again another one where I just got mad at canon, but because I don't like the narrative of "these people are exempt from moral standards while this person is Wrong No Matter What", and I probably would've let it slide except the issue I had was that the one that Wrong No Matter What had all of his life changing trauma as a child and then had it reinforced his entire adult life. Everyone else was an adult when Bad Things happened, and I don't like the hypocrisy of saying "get over it" to someone who legitimately doesn't have the toolset to do that.

Wrong Side I love because this actually was my first foray into something that had no supernatural elements to it whatsoever, and based firmly in reality, and a reality I knew pretty well. I wasn't a huge fan of how the TV show just glossed over the fact that these guys were POW's for a year and a half of a terrorist organization that tortures and kills people with such violence that they became a whole new subsect of terrorism. Like, no, these guys aren't just going to walk away without an issue. And the fact that they were sold out by someone who said to have loved them? AND THEY HAVE NO FALL OUT FROM THIS?! Get fucked, shitty narrative. Suicide in the veteran community is at a high not seen since post-WWII, and these fuckers have the audacity to suggest that you're just being a little bitch if you can't acclimate to civilian life.

7. Favorite ship to write Well, that's pretty easy - none. Romance is rarely done well, and I have never liked anyone enough to relate to the narrative of "Well, I'm throwing all of my friendships out the window because now I have a RomAnTic InTereSt" and it irritates me to no end. if anything, my favorite ship is between Captain Kirk and the Enterprise.

13. Latest fic written/last WIP? A fix it fic for Yellowstone that showcases the brothers Kayce and Jamie, and because I am on a western kick, research for a Magnificent Seven fic that will likely never see the light of day, but I still love the show and the characters, where Ezra (the gambler from Georgia) is a spy for the Union during the Civil War.

20. Hardest Character to write/get the characterization right for? The female characters written by men. And I realize that sounds really weird, but because I swear to god men don't understand being a woman, they're just shit at writing them, and they say/do the dumbest things because guys would do that shit, or, worse, the guys writing the character are using them as hyperboles for women they think did them wrong. And then because the writers don't understand them, I can't understand them, and they wind up being the people that in real life, I'd want to hit with my car. Beth Dutton is a great example of this - some of the things she says that I know are supposed to come off as "strong, powerful woman" make me physically recoil and hide my face with a pillow while watching because What the fuck nobody would ever say that and it's actually cringeworthy. Until women started getting involved in the writing process for Magnum and Lenkov was fired, I absolutely wanted to stab Higgins in 90% of her scenes. Post Lenkov - I actually found her really sweet sometimes, and actually relatable.

That being said, the other ones that I'm not good at because it is so far outside my sphere of comprehension are characters like Angie or Dani off of Will Trent and Prodigal Son. I love those characters, they are complex and unique and I love them, but I don't have relatable experience to them at all, and they are some of the hardest people I have tried to write (which is why I don't have fic in those fandoms even though I love them).

[deus-ex-mona]

the nghy sendoff scene is super cute!!

from hiyori’s confident smile and “just you wait! i’ll definitely report back with good news (about the track meet)!” and nagisa’s “yeah, i’m looking forward to it.”, showing his support and faith in her running abilities…

to their promise to keep in contact…

just… the contrast between nagisa’s slightly lonely look as he tells her “…keep in touch, ‘kay?” and hiyori’s bright smile as she agrees with a “yup! see ya!”…

and it seems like hiyori’s going to leave just like that, but t h e n

…she abruptly turns around to give nagisa an especially adorable angelic smile and wave and!!!!!!!!!

nghy are just so precious guys… they deserve all the happiness in the world…

live laugh love nghy!!!

[waitinqroom]

thinking about when i had a boyfriend but before he was my boyfriend and we were just talking i tried to tell him about how this one girl led me on really badly (i still have a buncha posts on here from fall 2021 about liking her, lol) as friends confiding in friends . but then after i told the story he tried to convince me that she didnt actually lead me on and i was just delusional

[deathsmallcaps]

God I used an eggplant emoji ONCE (I wasn’t even talking to someone, I was mimicking someone else’s behavior for comedic effect) and now it’s still on my ‘frequently used’ part of the emojis. I don’t even use emojis that often, I type emoticons and can’t be bothered to fix them if they autocorrect. I think this is unfair. Lol

I just know the wrong person is going to look over my my shoulder and lift their eyebrow and think, “[Deathsmallcaps] is texting about dicks?” NOOO

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together

c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni! 

wc: 1.5k

ugh i’ve missed this man

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“Why is he doin’ that shit?”  

“Rafe, it’s a rom-com,” she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.   

“Yeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckin’ speech at the mall? He couldn’t jus’ I dunno, tell her how he felt?” he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already. 

She can’t stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. “I mean, this is actually getting kinda weird…why’s everyone watching them?” 

“Yeah, ‘n why are they still on that fuckin’ stage?” he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen. 

“Please don’t ever do anything like that to me.”

“Yeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppin’ tomorrow?” 

“No!” she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didn’t want any) but the minute she’d sat down with the mug in hand, he’d wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it.  

“Oh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,” he suddenly murmurs. 

“Hm?” her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, he’s pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.    

“That looks really expensive,” she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket he’s holding out to her.   

“You deserve the fuckin’ world, it was nothin’ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,” he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still can’t seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.    

“It’s so beautiful,” she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentiment— recalling how she’d mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.    

“Yeah? You like it?”    

“I love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? That’s so cute, Ray, what the hell?” she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.    

“Yeah, know you’re into sappy shit like that, ‘n you can put m’picture inside too ‘n you’ll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.”    

“Shut up, you’re so sweet! I love you,” she exclaims before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck— climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently ‘loves her more’, which she thinks is not possible.    

“Let me put it on you?” he says before he’s swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. “Look so pretty with m’name on you.”

“Wait, you should have my name on you too,” she jokingly utters out next.  

“Been thinkin’ about gettin’ it tattooed actually,” he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up.  

“You’re not getting my name tattooed on you— you’re crazy,” she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesn’t have a single violent bone in her body.   

“Yeah, crazy ‘bout you,” he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.    

Knowing she’s about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hers— a surprised noise leaving her when she’s momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips. 

And it’s sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way. 

His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough she’s rutting against him— whimpering into his mouth as if it’s been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, he’s pulling away.

“Somethin’ you want?”  

“…no,” she lies through her teeth.    

“No? Jus’ uh, humpin’ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?” he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.    

“Ray...” she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.    

“Yeah?” he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.    

“Want you…” she pants against his mouth.    

“But m’right here?” the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion.  

“You know what I mean,” she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.    

“M’afraid I don’t. If there’s somethin’ you want, you gonna have to tell me,” the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.     

However, she merely grants him another whine.   

“Wha’s up with you today, hm? So fuckin’ needy, actin’ like you haven’t been fucked in a month when you were literally cryin’ on m’cock last night?” he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.   

“I don’t know…jus’ need you so bad,” her eyes begin to gloss over when he’s still not giving her what she so desperately craves.    

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, yeah?” he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.   

“You’re ovulatin’ right now, aren’t ya?” his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee table— opening the app that tracks her period cycle.  

“Think so, yeah,” she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles.  

It’s no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.    

“Think you need me to fuck a baby in you, s’that it? Wanna make me a real daddy?” he croons.    

“Mhm…want you,” her words are muffled around his thumb.    

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone but you carryin’ m’kids— think about knockin’ you up so fuckin’ often, you know?”    

“You do?”    

“Yeah, know you’d be such a good mom.”    

“You think? I think you’d be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,” she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.    

“Shit, such an angel face ‘n then there’s this rotten mind inside, huh?” he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesn’t get even harder in response to her words— something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.    

“M’sorry dad,” she offers him an impish smile.  

“Someone’s in a mood today?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.    

“Can you take off your pants?” she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee it’s proving to be a rather demanding.   

“Can’t do anythin’ without dad’s help, can you? Go on, let’s see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?” he rasps out, tone challenging.    

“No, need your help, daddy, I can’t—”  

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.    

“See? Not that fuckin’ hard, was it?” he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before he’s pulling himself out. And even if he’s not even fully hard yet, and she’s seen it more times than she can count, she’s still mesmerized by the sight— eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if she’s under some spell.    

“You’re so pretty,” she blinks at him, eyes moony.    

“Still not tired of seein’ it, huh?”   

She shakes her head.   

And since she’s not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.    

“Ray…” she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more.  

“Hm? Want it inside? Wha’s the magic word?” he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.   

“Please. Dad, it hurts,” she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.    

“Hurts? Think you bein’ a little dramatic, no?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.   

“M’not, Ray, please, need you so bad,” wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.    

“Shh, s’okay. Dad’s bein’ mean again, isn’t he? M’sorry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” his voice is a deep rumble before he’s finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him in— his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.   

“Yeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckin’ fit, huh?” he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper.  

“Mm, I love you,” she whimpers— practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.

[nanaslutt]

roommates!gojo & geto jerking each other off while thinking abt their cute neighbor they both want soooo bad

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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“do it harder.” geto groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he laid back against satoru’s pillows. said man currently had his hand wrapped around his cock, albeit poorly. his hand was soft as fuck, but he was touching him like he had never touched a dick before. “jerk me off how you jerk yourself off.”

gojo snorted, his words breathy as he spoke, “what if i like it soft?” geto shook his head and curled his toes when gojo wrapped his hand around him tighter. “these walls are thin, i’ve heard you having sex and i know you don’t like it soft. those poor girls.”

gojo laughed, “they love it, i think she would love it too.” he said. geto licked his lips, starting to paint an image in his head. “what would you do to her?” he asked tentatively, his eyebrows furrowing together when gojo focused on his cock head like the bastard he was.

“mmm i think id start with fingering her.” gojo said. “i’ve seen her a couple times in the laundry room bend over in those tiny shorts—you know the ones. and her-“ he stopped talking to groan when geto stroked over a particularly sensitive vein. “they don’t cover much.”

geto nodded, seeing you bent over in his head. “you think she’s sensitive?” geto asked, cracking his eyes open to peek at gojo. his eyes were lidded and focused on the hand around his cock. geto tried not to shy away when he felt his pre cum drip into his hand. he’d never jerked anyone off before—besides himself.

“oh yeah,” gojo responded, biting his plush lip. for some reason it made geto’s mouth water. “i think… fuck, i think i could make her squirt with just my fingers.” gojo’s face was getting flushed now. it made geto want to tease him. “yeah?” he asked, squeezing his hand tighter around his shaft and relishing in his reaction when he sucked in a breath through his teeth and arched his back. “would you make her squirt all over our couch?”

gojo moaned at his filthy words and nodded, his head tipping back against the headboard. “yeah.” geto nodded, looking at his roommate even though his eyes were closed. “what would you do if i walked in when you were making her cum?” he asked, paying attention to the head of his cock.

“i-id let you suck my fingers clean.” he groaned, making geto’s balls throb at the visual. “god, she’d probably get so hot… trying to press her thighs together watching me suck your fingers.” gojo nodded, his mouth falling open in a small O.

“would you want her pussy or her ass?” geto asked, his breath coming more quickly. “ass, i know it’s so tight and warm. god. would you want her at the same time?” geto nodded despite him being unable to see. “yeah, just think about how good she would look with tears down her face trying to take us both.”

suddenly, a hand way being wrapped around his wrist. geto opened his eyes fully and watched with rapt attention as gojo cursed before his back arched. he continued stroking him, despite knowing what was gonna happen. he cringed when hot ropes of cum spilled from his dick, coating his hand and his cock and making a lewd sound from the stroking.

gojo gripped geto’s wrist to stop him, and geto pulled it away and made a face at the mess on his hand. gojo also had stopped jerking him off, just weakly holding his throbbing cock. “that did it for you huh?” he teased. gojo laughed before removing his hand from geto’s cock.

gojo crawled off the edge of the bed and bent down to grab a towel to wipe his cock clean with. geto gripped his cock and languidly started stroking, waiting for gojo to help him get off. “your turn, one minute man. come keep this fantasy going so i can blow all over your hand and pretend it’s hers.”

a cruel smile twisted on gojo’s face before he dropped the towel and zipped his pants back up. “i’m sure you can finish yourself off.” getos mouth opened in disbelief. “if you need some help, i have porn from last night still up on my laptop, feel free to check it out. it’s really good stuff.” with a wink, he left geto gaping and alone in HIS room with his stiff cock in his hand.

fucking biiiitch.

[shotmrmiller]

military issued wife but you didn't know that using the "dating app" your friend brought up once in idle talk would end with you in an office with a (signed) marriage license on the desk, actively not looking at your 'husband', the burly lummox with a skull mask who's dwarfing the chair he can barely fit in.

you'd thought it'd be like tinder. a potential dating site. as in messaging on the app, getting to know each other, exchanging personal numbers before going on a date. not marriage. not opening your front door expecting it to be your door dasher and instead it's him with a rucksack in one hand and duffel in the other.

he'd looked down his thick nose at you, grunted a quiet, "not bad", and pushed past as if you were a swinging door to a saloon. what the fuck had he been doing there? you'd only spoken a couple of times with him and left on read for the some of it. you'd chosen to move on, try to match with someone else but the app had stopped working (you couldn't swipe right or left anymore) so you'd just put it on the back burner. you had better things to worry about than another disappointment of a man then.

except now said disappointment of a overly large man is taking up most of the couch and his legs aren't even all that far apart. and he's at your house. the house you'd never sent him the address to. as a matter of fact, you'd received a text from an unknown number earlier that had said someone would be home in a few. you'd ignored it thinking it was a wrong number situation but now you're sure it was him. how he got your phone number is also a mystery.

you'd tried to argue. to threaten him with the cops. to get him out and away, far fucking away, but he'd only scooped you up and let you pelt his broad back with your fists. chuckled low in his throat while he smacked your arse to keep still. "i'd hate to drop m'wife."

whatever fight you had he ate right out of you with the heels of your feet digging into the large curve of his shoulders and his hands curled around the back of your thighs. maybe it's because it'd been a while but he'd played your body like an instrument and had you bucking your hips against his tongue, slick coating his face in minutes. (your cheeks burn furiously hot when you think back on what he'd said then. "tight little thing 'nd you've only taken my two fingers." it's flattering, sue you.)

he'd lapped at your sodden cunt until you had overstimulation clumping your lashes together, inner thighs tender from the bristles of his shorn hair and unshaven jaw, your palm on the crown of his head having both pulled him to you and pushed him away.

and then he'd wiped your release with the back of his hand, thumbed the swollen flesh of your bottom lip and rumbled that it's time for bed.

which eventually led to you being here. in front of a man he calls Price, a marriage certificate unlike any you've ever glanced upon, a large gloved hand curled snugly around your leg, fingers grazing a little too close to where he'd left aching and swollen just yesterday.

you're reading the terms and conditions of anything from here on forward. even the fine print.

and then soap comes around and plants a seed in his head of him planting a seed in you :/ at least you can tell your nosy ass aunt that at least you've got a man while she's on her 4th divorce on thanksgiving 💅🏼

[mv1simp]

Cuffing Szn ♥️

Max Verstappen x MidSize!Reader

it's cuffing season and all the girls are leaving to get a big boy (I need a big boy, give me a big boy)

As Max Verstappen's new girlfriend, you're one of the few WAGs on the grid who isn't a model and the only one, you think self consciously, who doesn't look like a model either. Good thing your big, strong boyfriend is here to set the record straight about how much he disagrees with you.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, trigger warning: explicit discussion about eating disorder and body dysmorphia, dom!max, sub!reader, size kink, this is just a shameless excuse for me to write smut about max's thighs, 3.3k WC

When you'd delivered one of your favourite patient's 3rd baby, handing over the healthy, crying pale blob (after thoroughly wiping it down because, you know) with a congratulations, Victoria, its a boy! you hadn't expected to catch the eye of the patient's very attractive, tall older brother at her side.

But as you walked off down the hallway once the baby checks were done, you were surprised to find Max stopping you with a large but gentle hand on your shoulder. You'd seen him a couple of times in Victoria's pregnancy, accompanying her and her husband at the ultrasound checks leading upto the delivery. You'd secretly thought he was so adorable with the way he handled his nieces and nephews patiently while his sister got scanned.

You'd also thought he looked positively delectable in his white linen shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders, and skinny jeans that clung to some of the thickest thighs you'd seen a man be blessed with. But making bedroom eyes at patient's hot family members was generally frowned upon (although not explicitly prohibited in the Hippocratic Oath, one could argue) so you promptly forgot about the handsome blonde 5 minutes later when the emergency bell went off.

But he stood before you that day, looking every bit as attractive as you remembered, even more so with a pink dusting on his cheeks as he asked if this was the last time you'd be looking after Victoria?

You tilted your head quizzically at him, your neck a little strained from looking up at his 6 foot frame from your 5"1 one. Yes it is, you informed him, and because new families often got anxious, you sweetly added that it was a good thing, to not see you again, because it meant darling Victoria and her baby are both healthy.

He confuses you again by saying that he was hoping to see you again. Oh! You smile excitedly, are you and your wife expecting? You pull out your clinic card and tell him that you're actually all booked out for the year but you'll make an exception for Victoria's brother.

His blush deepens. (Somewhere in a hospital broom cupboard, Lando Norris was filming this scene unfold and cackling.) Max rapidly explained that he's not expecting. Oh, and he's not married. And also he doesn't have a girlfriend. Basically, I'm single - he finally stammers out. (Rizzless and bitchless, Lando texts him). Thankfully, at this point you had caught on that Max was trying to ask you out, and after a quick phone call to the legal team to confirm you were clear, you turn back around to inform him cheekily that he could pick you up at 8pm Friday night for dinner. (Wait, this actually worked? a flabbergasted Lando now texts.) The emergency pager then goes off so you gently tug on Max's shirt to hint that you want him to bring his face down, give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and sprint off to Ward 6.

The dinner goes perfectly, with Max's charm returning in full force after a G&T - Sorry about earlier, schat, you're such a gorgeous woman and a very smart doctor, it makes me nervous - leading to a 2nd date and then a 3rd and then to a weekend trip in a romantic Nice winery, where you can't resist jumping into his muscly arms after a glass of wine and demanding he have his way with you. (He does. Very thoroughly. Multiple times that night, and the morning after. Thinking about it still has you blushing.)

6 months later, you two are officially going out and you're making your first appearance as his girlfriend at the races. You had carefully dressed in a classy Mirror Palais dress, complete with matching heels to save your poor boyfriend having to bend down too much. You'd also become rather turned on at seeing your normally soft, gentle cat dad of a boyfriend turn into an absolute menace once the Redbull suit is zipped up, terrorising his way all the way to P1 and living up to his nickname of the Dutch lion. As his assistant guides you to the podium ceremony, you're stopped by various fans who compliment your outfit and ask for pictures. The media attention is very new to you, as Max had been very insistent on protecting your privacy as you two established yourselves as a couple. But everyone had been so nice today - until you started noticing the dirty looks thrown your way, glaring up and down your form. And then, a couple of snide comments from passing fans about how you were very confident to wear such a body hugging dress, especially with your curvy figure.

You roll your eyes at their clearly jealous tones, and walk over to the podium ceremony to greet your boyfriend. He breaks into an adorable grin when he sees you, his whole face lighting up as he easily scoops you up for a deep kiss. The cameras around you two go crazy, but don't pick up his whispers when he sets you down and leans in, telling you that you looked so pretty today, schat, he'd been staring at you so much GP had to tell him to focus, and how was your first race? nobody gave you a hard time, did they? You don't miss the way his eyes are attentively focused on your face, clearly still worried about the damage he had warned you about before you agreed to go public.

You aren't going to spoil his win over a couple of snide comments. Not at all, baby you reassure, before whispering back that he looked really hot in his tight fireproofs, could he pretty please bring them home later when you give him his reward for such a good performance on the track? The tip of Max's ears go pink as he struggles to maintain a straight face for the cameras. Giggling, you press a kiss to his cheek and murmur you'll see him after his interviews.

Later though, when Max is in his interview across the paddock and you're being introduced to the other WAGs, you can't help but notice how different they all look in their body hugging dresses compared to you. Although you wouldn't be called fat, you aren't slim either, and you're nowhere near the tiny, trim figures the other girls maintain. Once the seed of insecurity is planted, it's very hard to stop it growing out of control - and at each race or public event or launch party you attend at Max's side, you start to pick apart more and more insecurities about yourself. How you're so much shorter than the numerous models on the grid, making you feel childish and round compared to their lithe gracefulness. How their delicate collarbones and ribs can clearly be seen at all times, but yours only if you twisted your neck a certain way. And they're all so lovely, chatting eagerly with you and interested to hear about your work, asking if you'd take so-and-so on as a patient, you had a great reputation already even though you were a new doctor in Monaco! The conversations distract you from your worries for a bit.

But afterwards, when you'd be laughing at cat memes online and sending them to your boyfriend, you'd come across the paparazzi pics of you speaking to the WAGs and felt sick to your stomach at how huge you thought you looked compared to everyone else, clearly standing out as the plainest one amongst their flawless faces. Some of the comments agreed, saying that it was just sad that the best driver on the grid had the ugliest girlfriend, and couldn't Max buy his gf some ozempic with all his tax evasion money? Comments that would have made you laugh at the originality now suddenly had you sobbing, and you're glad you hadn't stayed at Max's tonight and had to explain the state you were in.

When you'd been younger, in college, you'd started struggling with managing your stress levels given you were a perfectionist working towards a very difficult medical degree. Having always been a stress eater, you frequently binged on junk food, and obviously ended up gaining quite a bit of weight. Your family and ex boyfriend had ridiculed you endlessly, and so the year after you had to work hard and lose it all, which you had managed to do. You'd mentioned this to Max in passing, a couple months into dating when he'd spotted an old college picture of you and muttered so fucking cute, pocketing it.

You didn't tell Max about how you'd lost the weight though - with a vicious binging and purging cycle for the better chunk of a year. You'd grown out of that "phase" once you'd left college, or so you thought - because it was almost too easy to slip back into it now, to enjoy the sick pleasure at barely eating all day and seeing the weight drop on the scale, then bingeing on whatever you wanted because it didn't count, you'd throw it up anyways. You had to be very careful with it this time round, because your boyfriend's attentive gaze had been fixed on you even more so than usual - noting how you've been wearing higher heels, how your dresses are still as gorgeous as ever but never body hugging anymore, how you spend hours before a race now perfecting your makeup instead of joining him in the garage and don't spend the nights at his anymore. You weasel your way out of his questions when he asks you repeatedly if everything was okay, schat?

But you weren't able to fool him any longer after attending a charity gala for one of his sponsors. You'd actually been happy with your appearance for once, pleased with your slimmer waist this month, but as the night went on you started to feel the fatigue of starving yourself catching up, leaning more and more into Max's side as he glanced at you with concern. Rubbing your back soothingly, he asked if you wanted to leave early, but you shook your head, murmuring you were okay, your feet just hurt a little is all. He frowned then, hating to see you in pain just to be dressed up for some stupid event he couldn't care less about. Bringing you to the empty lobby, he told you he was going to grab your coats and have the car brought round, end of discussion, you need to rest, okay liefje? You didn't have it in you to protest any longer so just nodded. You hadn't realised just how much you'd been leaning on him until he left, and as stars started entering your vision, Max returned just in time to catch you before you stumbled.

You felt him firmly grab your waist, fully supporting your weight as he led you out to the car, lowering you gently into the seat and even buckling you in. You started feeling a bit better inside his Aston Martin with the aircon on, nibbling on a high protein low calorie bar you'd stashed in your clutch. Regaining your alertness, you notice the tense atmosphere, with a stormy expression on Max's face as he drove rather furiously through the Monaco streets, his hand not even resting on your thigh like it usually did but gripping the wheel tightly. Maxie - you begin uncertainly, hoping to diffuse the tension and ask why he was upset, but he cuts you off with a terse Don't. Let's wait till we're home.

So you wait, until you're both walking in through the front door. Max rips off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves, but he still doesn't talk and instead heads to the kitchen. You follow him, sitting on a barstool to admire how he still looked so handsome in the fitted sky blue shirt and tight navy pants, even when he was clearly mad. As Max starts cooking, his back to you, he tells you about how growing up his sister Victoria had to go to therapy for a long time because she wouldn't stop throwing up every time she ate because their father told her she was too fat (despite looking like a buffalo himself, Max snorts as he sets down a simple but delicious plate of chicken pesto pasta with salad in front of you), about how Max has seen countless girlfriends on the paddock purposely avoid eating all day, including his already stick thin model exes, and how Max himself would be called fat every month or the other by some trashy gossip magazine, because the media is just fucking toxic, he hisses. This is why I wanted to keep us hidden away from the cameras. He glances pointedly at your plate, where you've eaten the salad and chicken and not touched your pasta. You sigh and pick up your fork, slowly working your way through the food as you tell him that you suppose your diet had somewhat...spiralled out of control, but honestly, Max, I'm completely fine, and you two can't avoid the cameras forever given how he's the frickin F1 winner at all-

Don't tell me that you're fine. Do you really think I don't know what's going on? Max demands tersely with crossed arms. Finally finished with your meal, you hop off the stool to neatly place your plate in the sink, ignoring his question. Standing behind you, he watches you wash the dishes, still not even reaching his chin, even in those damn 6 inch heels you're still wearing. You do respond when he asks you just why you're putting your body through such torture.

C'mon, Max you say with an eyeroll, You know why, I need to lose some weight, I'm so much heavier compared to all the other girls and all your exes, and you deserve to have a girlfriend who looks-

Don't tell me what I do or don't deserve, schat. I always want the best and that's why I picked you. You're really gonna question the choice of a world champion, hmm? Max's deep voice is now right by your ears as he leans down behind you. You feel a shiver run up the back on your spine as he curls his huge arms possessively around your waist and thighs. He continues his whispers, his hands roaming up to your plush tits and another squeezing your ass, telling you You're so goddamn pretty. Every single part of you, just for me, making you bite your lip and breathily moan from his affections - it'd been a while since he'd had his way with you with all your avoidance, after all.

You feel him slowly unzip your dress, and the silk easily falls to the ground, leaving you only in your stiletto heels and a deep red lingerie set he’d gifted you for your 3 month anniversary. You tense, already feeling self conscious, but before you can say anything Max has wrapped a large hand around your waist and easily flipped you around to sit on the kitchen counter. You gasp from the action, hands automatically going to rest on his broad shoulders as your face comes level with his.

I haven’t made it clear just how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girl all to myself, schat, Max says huskily, before pulling away to unbutton his shirt, his blue eyes darkening as they roam over your pretty tits spilling over in the lacey bra, over your cute plush tummy, and over those deliciously soft thighs he adores. His hungry stare is really starting to drive you wild now, and you beg at him to hurry up and finish undressing. Chuckling, he throws his pants to the side as well, now only wearing his tight boxers. He pulls you forward on the counter so you're flush against him. See what you do to me, sweet girl? Hmm? he grinds the very prominent bulge in his boxers against your own damp core, making you gasp. You get me so hard and you haven't even touched me yet, that's the kind of power you have over me.

At his words, you don’t hold back from running your hand all along Max’s well defined chest. Your boyfriend is so much bigger than you and it's incredibly sexy. He towers over you easily with his 6 foot frame, all wide shoulders and swollen biceps and muscled thighs, and you don't hide the hypnotised look in your eyes as you trace from his thick neck down to his slutty waist, desire and desperation coursing through you, replacing any inhibitions you'd had earlier.

He grasps one of your wandering hands in his own, his larger palm easily dwarfing your tiny one and making you bite your lip at the difference in size. His attentive gaze doesn't miss this either, and with a low hmm he brazenly asks if you found it as hot as he did, the fact that you were the perfect size for him to snap into half if he wanted? He knows he's got you right where he wants as your pupils go wide with desire, breath hitching at the thought of your big boyfriend using his strength against you for once.

Then he's pulling apart your pretty little set, lace ripping and a large hand easily wraps around your entire throat, pulling you into a breathless kiss that has you moaning at his skilled tongue. You barely have time to collect yourself when he suddenly lifts you up by the waist, biceps flexing, and your eyes widen as you're lifted impossibly high in the air and find yourself straddling his thick shoulders, his face now at the perfect height to bury his tongue into your dripping pussy right in front of him. Max! you squeal, utterly ruined by his impressive display of strength. You're desperately scrambling for purchase at the cabinets behind you, head banging back against the wall as he relentlessly thrusts his wicked tongue into your puffy folds.

And he only sets you down after you cum obediently all over greedy lips like he demands you to do, then gently carries your shaky form to the bedroom to show you multiple more examples of how you were just made to take him, truly the perfect girl for him, weren't you? You'd been too blissfully fucked out by that point to form a coherent response.

Needless to say, you find yourself caring very little next time strangers had anything to say about the way you looked, thanks to Max's hands on affections (he'd also taken you to therapy like the supportive boyfriend he was, bless him.) He'd quickly formed a personal favourite method to prove to you just how desperate he was for you and how you had the world champion in the palm of your hand, whenever he saw that look flicker into your eyes from time to time. He'd take you back home, make you undress yourself for his hungry gaze, then lift you up into his arms, folding your thighs up against your waist from where he held them. You’d moan as he slid into you, bouncing your whole body onto his hard cock like you were a ragdoll, making you scream his name endlessly as he fucked you mid-air.

And sometimes, when he was feeling particularly possessive, he'd flip you around, pressing your back to his toned chest, as he made you watch with him in the mirror how he obscenely slid in and out of your dripping pussy. Whispering in your ear that see, like he had told you, he had such good taste, don't I, schat? And as you met his heated gaze through the reflective surface, clenching around him when you saw the pure love and raw desire in his eyes, you couldn't help but agree.

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A/N: guys can you guess I have a thing for boys who are big. Big boys, if you will. Someone just let me sit on Max’s lap goddamn 💸💸 as always lmk what you think and if u have any requests!!

[sarahsangelicdoll]

thinking about Rafe and somno (x/twitter p link !! don’t open in public)

cw; consensual somnophilia, dubcon, s1 Rafe, hints at ‘good girl’ reader, not exactly like the video but that’s ok 😅, soft!Rafe, wasn’t intended but he’s highkey soft in this 😅, unprotected p n v(always use protection!!) but Rafe pulls out.

a/n: wasn’t intending on making this so lovely dovey and soft but it is and tbh i’m not complaining 😭 i got this vid from @rafesbowbunny awhile ago, ty for blessing my eyes with this p link 💞

Rafe snuck in through your window, having previously been waiting for about ten minutes in his truck for you. His messages going through and on read but no reply from you. Why didn’t he walk through the door like a normal person? Well because your parents were curled up on the couch next to each other watching whatever old, rich, obnoxiously fake, stuck up rich people watched. Probably similar to the bullshit shows his parents watched.

He grunted as his feet landed on the floor and he finally hopped himself into your room. making a mental note to find an easier way up to your window. Just as he was about to speak and ask you why the fuck you weren’t responding to him he saw you on your bed, still in your clothes from earlier that day, phone in hand and sleeping away. He smirked slightly as he took in your sleeping figure, looking all pretty. He strolled over to your bed and took your charging phone out of your hand on onto the bedside table, about to shake you awake before he recalled something.

That something being a post-sex conversation he had with you about a month ago. How you went on about how hot it would be if you woke up to him using you and that your body was ‘free to use’ even if you were sleeping. Perhaps it turned you on too much- even expressing being comfortable with the usage of roofie pills(Which Rafe respectfully stated that he’ll never do nor is comfortable with). But he’d be lying if he said the thought of waking you up with his cock when you least expect it didn’t get him worked up. But lying he did, hence why he’s waited so long to surprise you, wanting you to think he wasn’t into it.

Rafe bit his lip as his eyes trailed down your figure. He knew fucking you awake would be risky to do with your parents down stairs- but that just made the situation even hotter, and it’s Rafe- why would he care?

So within just a couple seconds his clothes were discarded and he was climbing onto your bed. His movements careful as to not wake you. He rested on his knees as his hands roamed up and down your curves, stopping to squeeze the flesh of your hip. He sucked in a shaky and lustful deep breath as he hooked his finger under the waistband of your shirts and pulled them down along with your panties. Shifting your legs slightly to string the fabric off of your body and then throwing them off somewhere on the ground. Rafe bit his lip as he eyed your glistening, pretty folds, running a finger through them while his other hand gently placed itself back onto your ass and squeezed.

He shifted position again once your shorts and panties were off. Resting on his side. He reached over your body to lift your legs up further into your body in an almost sitting like position. Rafe let out a quiet groan as fisted his cock in his hand, looking down at your bare and vulnerable pussy.

Lifting his hand up to his mouth, Rafe spit into it and brought his hand back down to his cock and wrapped his hand around the base to spread the spit as a type of lube, his cock twitching at the pleasureful sensation. Rafe took his time as he shifted in his spot to easily run his cock up and down through your pussy folds, tapping the head of his cock against your clit. A smirk made its way onto Rafes face as he felt your body twitch at the sensation.

He teased himself as he circled the tip of his cock around your hole before sinking himself in, quickly biting his lip to stifle a loud moan from escaping his mouth as the warmth and tightness of your pussy enveloped his cock. Rafes mouth fell open in a quiet moan once he fully sheaved himself into your tight cunt. He had to wait a bit both for you and him: Him to get a grip on reality, already feeling like he’s in heaven and for your sleeping body to get used to it.

Once Rafe finally starts moving he has to bite his lip to prevents moans from spilling out of his lips. He couldn’t help himself from glancing up towards the door, heightening the pleasure and even a hint of fear at the thought of your parents waking up to see their perfect, innocent and precious daughter getting used in their sleep. His thrusts stayed more on the gentle and slow side but steady pace, planting his larger hand on the flesh of your ass and squeezing lightly.

He couldn’t help but admire your sleeping position, hair messy and thrown around your pillows. Breathing steady and gentle. Dreaming about god knows what.

Rafes breathing got more breathy and quick as he felt you shift slightly and pussy clench around his cock. But it wasn’t enough, he needed to be deeper and in your plushy walls. So he shifted his position once again, hovering his body over yours as he kept himself up by his fists, planted on either side of you. His body was practically caging yours as he breathed in your scent. The new position letting Rafe fuck you both easier and deeper. Your walls felt so good around him and the slower pace felt like a tease due to the lack of your moans, noises n reactions to help him get off, so he couldn’t help but speed up his pace.

And that’s when you woke up, pussy clenching around him as you felt yourself regain consciousness from your nap, dazed and confused before you immediately felt something fucking itself into you and someone else’s body heat along your side. In your confused state you didn’t think properly and simply felt panicked when you looked and saw someone else’s body over you.

Rafe was too lost in the pleasure to pay attention to you waking up, missing the way your heartbeat sped up along with your breathing. He then froze slightly as he felt your hair shift against his face, lifting his head up to see the panic quickly settling onto your features. He stopped his thrusts and quickly darted his hand up to your mouth, preventing any noises before they even came.

“Hey- hey, just me babe.” He whispered, though his tone was slightly panicked itself, his own heartbeat speeding up.

Your eyes darted up to his as you heard his words, immediately feeling a wave of both relief and arousal come over you. Rafe grinned as he felt your breathing and heartbeat slow down and your eyes become wide with lust instead of fear, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His hand moved from your face down to your waist and squeezed lightly, grin still plastered on his face as he lowered his head down to your neck, breathing in your scent before speaking teasingly through kisses. “Good nap?”

You let out a yawn, followed by a moan as his thrusts picked up again and he started placing soft kisses to your neck. “Yeah… even better was when i woke up.” You teased back, grinning slightly as your hands made way to his hair.

Rafe chuckled as he brought his head back up from your neck, typical cocky grin spread on his face. “Imagine how your parents would feel if they walked into me fucking their perfect daughter? And finding out she asked for it previously.” He continued to tease, leaning back up to put enough space between his and your bodies to allow him to push your body down onto your back instead of your side, moving your leg over as well before he enveloped your body into his again. Rafe’s elbows resting on either side of your body.

Leaning down, Rafe captured your lips into a kiss before you could come out with some smart comeback. His hips rocking back into yours as his hands explored your curves. The usually agonizingly slow position feeling very pleasurable in this moment.

You two simply enjoyed each other’s company. Rafe moving his head back down into your neck to mark what’s his and hide the sounds of his own grunts and heavy breathing. You wrapped your legs around his hips as you let out soft but pleasure filled moans. Every sound you make sounding like absolute heaven.

“So pretty..” Rafe murmured into your neck as he glanced up at you, cheeks flushed as he bit his lip before speaking again. “Especially for just waking up.”

Your face flushed even more at his words as you giggled, biting your lip slightly as you looked down at him. “And you’re handsome.” You complimented cheekily, playing with strands of his hair. Rafe let out a shaky breath mixed with a moan at your words. Biting your neck as his pace slowly became less steady and more quick, signalling that he was about to cum.

Rafes hand found way down to your clit as he started rubbing quick circles on the bundle of nerves. Your own moans raising in frequency and pitch as you felt the sudden, overwhelming sensation on your clit, unmatching to his thrusts. It was such a perfect combination that made you feel like you were about to cum and go up to heaven in seconds.

You grabbed a fistful of Rafes hair as you felt that knot in your stomach slowly come closer and closer to snapping, letting Rafe know in a high pitched, attempting to be quiet breath. “Oh fuck.. ‘mma cum imma cum-“ You chanted, legs wrapping tighter around his hips as you squealed at Rafes fingers increasing their rushed pace on your clit.

“Yeah? me too baby, c’mon.” He said breathlessly, cock twitching inside you at your words. Placing one last sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your neck before letting out a loud moan, quickly pulling out as his cum decorated your stomach and pyjama shirt in long, white, sticky strings of cum. Your own arousal escaping you in clear liquid, absolutely soaking both your sheets and Rafes lower half.

The two of yours loud breaths were the only sound that filled the room as you both came down from your highs. Needless to say; that felt fucking amazing. Perhaps it was all the mix of taboo things; fucking upstairs while your parents watched tv and Rafe fucking you while you were asleep.

Rafe let out a breathy chuckle as he placed a kiss against your cheek and pulled away. Looking down at the absolute mess you made. He grinned as he glanced down at you; “Squirted from this?” He asked, teasing you as if that wasn’t one of the most pleasurable orgasms he’s had.

You grinned back up at him as squeezed your legs together playfully to cover yourself. Nodding at his words, completely tired, blissed and fucked out. “Yeah, was so hot to wake up to that.” You said with an un-matching innocent sounding giggle. Stretching your arms over your head as you yawned.

“Yeah? that a sign i should sneak in and fuck you while you’re sleeping with your parents downstairs more often?” Rafe teased, Shifting to throw one leg off the bed and reach for a random article of clothing to dry the two of yous up.

“Yes.” You replied simply but tiredly, watching as he grabbed the piece of clothing, yawning yet again as sleep again threatened to take over your body.

Rafe couldn’t help but smile genuinely as he looked back at you and saw your sleepy expression. Leaning up and forward to give you a goodnight. “‘mk, now go back to sleep, i’ll clean this shit up.”

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours

⟡ ݁₊ . tagging muts: @moonlightrafe @bloodibambiidoll @winnie1emon @cameronsprincess @hvnlygrl