#i mainly take night showers just because i don't have the time in the morning

[wekillitwithfire]

oh so this isn't a safe space for morning shower people. I see.

[rafesfavgirl]

gurl i neeed a part 2 of stop asking me to stay, that broke me😭😭😭

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i don't regret a thing — r. cameron

part 1.

❝ we're not the only ones,  i don't regret a thing every word i've said, you know i'll always mean ❞

pairing: ex-bf!rafe x fem!reader

context: you and rafe have been dating for seven months, and while the relationship started it out well, as soon as the honeymoon phase ended (about 3 months in), everything went to shit. you've been trying to put up with it, knowing the situation with ward, but tonight, you realize you've had enough.

words: 2.4k+

warnings: swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of drug use, mainly fluff, a little angst, might still make you cry. rafe being an absolute simp for you, basically.

rafe wakes up the next morning, faced-down on topper's living room couch with almost no recollection of what happened the night before. except one thing—you'd finally walked away from him.

"not enough to choose me. you give in every time." your words echo in his head, as he opens his eyes.

fuck. what did he do?

"good morning sunshine," kelce comes down the stairs and greets rafe, who looked as if he couldn't move from the couch. "you sleep well?"

"i slept like shit," rafe groans, finally sitting himself up. "what the hell happened last night?"

"you mean other than you getting coked out and royally screwing things over with y/n?" kelce sasses him. "not much bro."

rafe shoots him a glare. "i did not royally screw things over with y/n."

"are you sure about that?" kelce raises a brow at him. "cause i had to drive her home last night crying, bro."

rafe's ear perk up at kelce's confession of you crying over him. you wouldn't have. you were the one who broke up with him.

"she was crying?" rafe asks.

"do you seriously even have to ask?" kelce replies. "i can't even count on two hands how many times you've made her cry the last few months."

no, that couldn't be true. surely he hadn't made you cry that often.

"shut the fuck up kelce," rafe gets up from the couch in complete denial of how shitty he's treated you the last few months and makes his way over to the kitchen.

rafe opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, while kelce joins him in the kitchen.

"you know it's true," kelce says, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. "you just never see it, because she won't let you."

was he right?

"you know how y/n is, bro," kelce adds, as i take a sip of water. "she'll never let you know you're hurting her, because you fear nothing more than being the cause of her pain and losing her. but she's also not going to beg and cry for you to stay and fight for her."

i did know that. that's what i loved about her. she didn't necessarily play hard to get when i tried asking her out on a date after months of texting, but she didn't give in too easily either. she wanted me to prove i was serious about her before giving me a real chance. she knew her worth.

i recap the bottle i'm drinking from and set it down on the counter beside me, my eyes focused on kelce. "so what should i do?"

kelce holds his hands up. "if you don't know by now, i can't help you."

—

rafe wasn't an idiot. he knew what he had to do.

so, after going home and taking a shower to freshen up and get a change of clothes, he drove to the flower shop in town to get you a bouquet of lavender and baby's breath, then nothing bundt cakes to get your favorite treat—a white chocolate raspberry bundt cake—and finally, your house.

once he parked his truck in front of your house and got out, he went through his usual routine of rounding around to your backyard, where he moved the ladder the gardeners used towards your bedroom window.

he climbed up and knocked, balancing the flowers and bundt cake in one hand.

you were sitting in bed watching after we fell on your laptop with a box of tissues beside you and puffy, red eyes when you hear the knock on your window.

without even thinking about it, you already knew who it was. this was just what he did. and against your better judgment, you got up from your bed, and walked over to pull the curtains open and find rafe outside with a regretful look on his face, a bouquet of flowers and a small box of your favorite treat.

slowly, but surely, you unlock the window and pull it up.

"i'm sorry," he speaks before you can, and you scoff.

"you know, i'm getting real sick of hearing you say that," you reply, turning around to walk away and reposition yourself back on your bed, while he slips in through your window.

"i got you flowers," he offers you a small smile and holds both items out to you. "and your favorite bundt cake. white chocolate raspberry."

your eyes shift from the gifts in his hand to his piercing blue eyes. they were no longer dark like they were last night, but there was a sense of uncertainty in them. like he wasn't sure he could win you back.

"so what? am i suppose to just forgive you? just like that?" you retort.

he lets out a sigh, and takes a seat at the edge of your bed, placing both items down on your bed next to your box of tissues. he finally gets a good look at you—from the messy bun on your head, to the bags under your eyes from barely getting any sleep last night, to your red, puffy eyes—and realizes just how badly he's messed up this time.

"i should've just fucked all those other girls. at least they know how to have fun." he still couldn't believe he said those words to you last night.

"i don't deserve your forgiveness," he admits. "i know that. but i want it, y/n. and i'm willing to work for it."

while those words were music to your ears, you were apprehensive. he apologizes every time. and while things do change for a while, they're never permanent. and a week or two from now, you'd be back in this same situation again. was that really worth it?

"i know i don't deserve any more chances," he continues, his eyes only focused on yours. "but i promise… i promise just give me one more and you won't regret it."

your eyes shift between his. he looked a little… scared? was he really that afraid to lose you?

"i don't know, rafe," you say honestly, shifting a little. "you've hurt me so bad… i don't know if i can take you doing it one more time."

"i'm not going to," he immediately shakes his head and reaches out to take your hands in his, fiddling with your fingers and glancing down at them. "please, baby, please. just let me show you i'm the guy for you. that i can be the guy you need and want me to be."

"how?"

"you'll give me a chance?" he asks, his eyes lighting up at the idea of being given another chance to win you back. 

despite your brain screaming at you not to, your heart wins over and you nod. you couldn't help it. every part of you yearned for him. and if he was willing to show you that he really could be the guy you knew he was—the guy you fell in love with—then maybe it would be worth it.

"wear something nice," he says. "i'll come back to pick you up at seven."

—

at exactly seven on the dot, you hear rafe park his car in front of your house, and look out your bedroom window to see him dressed in skinny black slacks and a long sleeve, white button down carrying a bouquet of red roses as he walked towards your driveway and front door.

you can't help the small smile that forms on your face as you hurry to strap your heels on and look at yourself in the mirror one more time, before grabbing your purse off your vanity and heading down the stairs.

"where are you heading off to?" your mom asks when you pass by the living room, all dressed up.

"date with rafe," you reply, walking towards the front door.

your parents had never been rafe's biggest fan—they weren't exactly unaware of how often he's made you cry the last couple of months—but they also knew they couldn't stop you from dating whoever you wanted, so they never fought you on it, and you were grateful for that. it was comforting to know they'd support you no matter what happened.

taking a deep breath, you place your hand on the doorknob, and finally open the door when the bell rings.

rafe's eyes instantly widen at the sight of you, his eyes trailing down your body wrapped in a tight, short, satin red dress. "wow," he gasps. "you- you look…"

your cheeks redden at his loss of words. "you don't clean up too bad yourself, cameron."

he smiles at your use of his last name as a nickname, and holds the red roses in his hand out to you. "these are for you."

"you already got me flowers this morning, you know," you joke, taking the bouquet from him. your mom was gonna be pleased to know rafe was back to filling up all her flower vases.

"i know, but…" he trails off. "you deserve the best."

the blush on your cheeks deepen at his words. "give me a second," you turn to walk back towards the living room, and set the bouquet down on the coffee table in front of your parents. "don't wait up."

they don't even get a word in before you're walking away again to join rafe outside.

"shall we?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes, as you closed the door behind you.

"just… one more thing," a sly smile comes across his lips, as he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a black blindfold.

you stare at it, your mouth agape. "you're kidding, right?"

he shrugs, "i want it to be a surprise."

you groan, but give in anyway. "fine. but if i trip in these heels because i can't see where i'm going, consider us broken up for good."

he laughs at the threat, even though a part of him was afraid you still wouldn't forgive him after tonight. "you know i won't let that happen. turn around."

you do as he says, and he ties the blindfold around your eyes, before taking your hand in his and leading you down the driveway towards his car parked up on the curb. he opens the door for you, and carefully helps you into the passenger seat, before closing the door and rounding the car to get in the driver's seat.

the second the engine comes on, your romantic taylor swift playlist plays through the car's speakers.

"you didn't," you say. he would always complain when you had aux because she was all you'd ever play.

"i guess she's not too bad," rafe shrugs, chuckling as you began singing along to the lyrics of wildest dreams.

rafe continued driving through the island for another ten or fifteen minutes, before he finally pulled the car to a stop in front of his family's beach house on the edge of figure eight, completely secluded from everything else.

he gets out of the car first, and helps you out, taking your hand in his to lead you through the house and out to the back porch.

"are you ready?" he leans in towards your ear, and goosebumps rise along your skin at his proximity.

you nod, and he reaches his hands up to the back of your head to untie the blindfold.

it takes a little while for your eyes to adjust, but once they do, a feeling of warmness fills your heart at the sight in front of you.

red rose petals were scattered in the sand of the private beach, along with fairy lights, a candlelit table for two set up in the center of it all, as acoustic instrumentals of taylor's best love songs played through the speaker situated on the porch.

"you like it?" he asked.

you turn your head to look at him. "rafe, i… it's perfect."

"that's what i was going for," he shrugs smugly, and nods his head towards the set up. "come on."

you both remove your shoes, before he takes your hand in his again and leads you down the back porch to the table in the middle of the beach.

"i can't believe you did this for me," you say, as he pulls a chair out for you to sit in.

"i'd do anything for you," he smiles, taking the seat across from you once you're seated.

—

after a three course dinner and a bottle of wine, which was all served to the both of you by a waiter that rafe hired from the country club, the night slowly came to an end, an endless amount of stars filling the night sky above you.

but while you were focused on the stars, rafe was focused on you.

"god, you're beautiful," he says, causing you to look at him now.

you chuckle, "shut up."

"no, i'm fucking serious," he replied, standing up from his seat.

you watched him carefully as he walked over to you, and held a hand out.

you glance at his hand and tilt your head up at him, "what are you doing?"

"dance with me," he says.

"you're asking me to dance?" you raise a brow at him.

"mhm," he nods. "you gonna say yes?"

"well how can i say no?" you reply, a small smile forming on your lips as you put your hand in his.

he leads you a few feet away from the table, and rests a firm hand on your waist, as you trail a hand up to his shoulder.

he locks his eyes with yours as you both begin swaying to taylor's timeless, and scans your face.

"what?"

he shakes his head, "i don't deserve you..."

"rafe…"

"but i'm gonna do everything i can to make sure i become the kind of guy who does," he cuts me off. "i want to be better, y/n. not only for you, but for myself too."

you smile, and pull him closer, your hand snaking to the back of his head.

"i'm sorry for being such an ass the last few months," he says, and you close my eyes, taking the moment in as he continues. "i know i haven't deserved all the chances you've given me, but i'm not gonna disappoint you again. i want to be the guy you think i am."

you pull away, just enough to have your eyes lock with his.

"you are that guy, rafe," you tell him, and you mean it. "you just need to let him show more."

he smiles, "you're pretty damn amazing, you know that?"

"so i've been told," you shrug jokingly.

he chuckles. "i love you, y/n."

"i love you too."

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Teach me 2 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part.1 Part.3

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Warning: Not my edit, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Y/N and Chris's relationship has evolved, but Y/N insists on keeping a low profile for fear that her parents will find out she has a boyfriend.

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"Wake up, honey, your dad is dropping you off today," my mom said, gently stroking my hair to wake me up.

I just hummed in response, too lazy to open my mouth and speak.

After a few seconds of tossing in bed to stretch and rub my eyes, I reached for my phone.

I smiled foolishly at my phone before getting out of bed to get ready.

My relationship with Chris had evolved since the night he climbed through my window two weeks ago. We decided to take our time; nothing was officially defined, and not many people knew about us.

Mainly because I was afraid my parents would find out I had a boyfriend. Chris didn't care; he wasn't the type to overthink, and that's precisely why I tried to keep this relationship discreet.

My parents had been quite clear in the past about boys—no boyfriends before the end of high school. According to them, it's a distraction, and they want me to focus fully on my studies, which I can understand.

On top of that, Chris is pretty much everything my parents would dislike, so it would be even worse if they found out I was dating him.

Anyway, I left my room to head to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth, styled my hair, and applied a bit of makeup.

I wanted to look a bit nicer today for Chris; I knew this lacrosse match was important for him, and I wanted to please him.

"You look very beautiful. Do you have a special event today?" my father asked as he saw me coming into the kitchen.

"Um, no, I just felt like getting ready a bit," I nervously replied before sitting at the table for breakfast.

"By the way, I'll probably be home a bit later tonight. There's an important lacrosse match, and I plan to watch it with Julia," I added nervously.

"Hm," my father looked at me strangely before returning to his phone.

I had my breakfast peacefully, and then my father and I headed to school.

My morning went by normally—nothing extraordinary. I attended classes, worked, and chatted a bit with my best friend Julia. Then lunchtime arrived.

"See you at the match!" I told Julia as I left the class to go to my locker.

I opened my locker to put away my things, and when I closed it, I was taken by surprise by Chris standing right behind me.

"Oh my god, Chris!" I said, placing my hand on my heart, thinking I was having a heart attack.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said, chuckling, and I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder before laughing myself.

"You look good," he said with a smirk, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I made an effort for you today," I told him, smiling and tilting my head to the side.

"Can't wait to take off that little skirt later," he whispered in my ear, making me blush.

"Chris!" I said, clearing my throat and looking around to make sure no one had heard.

He chuckled before leaning toward me for a kiss, and instinctively, I pulled back.

He gave me a confused look. "Not here. I don't want anyone to see us," I said timidly.

"Y/n, your parents aren't going to magically appear out of nowhere and catch us kissing. We're at school," he replied, rolling his eyes and sighing.

"I know, but I don't want to take the risk of someone telling them!" I replied.

"I couldn't care less if your parents don't like me, Y/n. It annoys me that I can't kiss you whenever I want!" he said, getting frustrated.

"Chris, I know. I'm sorry. Please, stop," I said, immediately feeling guilty. "Maybe you don't care, but it's important to me. I'm not ready for them to know. I need a little more time."

He sighed, throwing his head back. "Yeah, see you at the match after school," he said before turning around and leaving.

It really bothered me that things were so complicated. It was just the beginning of our relationship, and I was terrified of ruining everything because of my parents.

The rest of the day, I wasn't really focused on anything. I couldn't stop thinking about Chris. I didn't want to hurt him, and I could sense that this situation was bothering him. I wanted to find a way to make it up to him.

After school, Julia and I headed straight to the stadium to watch Chris's match. We had seats right at the front in the stands.

"Hold this for me. I'm going to see Chris quickly before the match starts," I told my best friend, handing her my bag.

Of course, she knew about Chris and me; she was the first person to find out.

She nodded, smiling at me, and I ran toward the locker rooms. I was lucky; Chris had just come out.

I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to a more discreet spot where no one could see us, then kissed him.

"I'm sorry for earlier," I replied, separating our lips. "I don't want our argument to distract you from your match. I'll find a solution."

"I'm not angry with you, Y/n," he said, placing his hand on my cheek. "It's just that I wish I could show everyone that you're mine."

"Shut up," I said, grabbing the collar of his shirt to kiss him. "How about you show me how much I'm yours after this match," I added, biting my lip.

"You won't have to ask me twice," he said, grabbing me by the waist, pulling me against him, and kissing me again. "Join me in the locker room after the match," he said, disconnecting our lips.

"Chris, I meant at your place or mine, not here dumbass," I said, chuckling.

"I won't wait until then. If it were up to me, I'd fuck you against this wall," he said, smiling.

"No, Chris, you're insane. We're not doing that in the locker room," I said, shaking my head.

"Okay, let's make a deal. If I score three times during this match, we do it in the locker room. Otherwise, it's up to you to decide," he said, extending his hand.

"Chris," I said, looking at him seriously, and he insisted, "Oh my god, okay fine, deal," I finally gave in, and he kissed me quickly before turning back to the others.

Even if Chris was doing pretty well in lacrosse, there was little chance he would score three times on his own. Given the level of his team, I knew this deal was already in my favor.

"Are you done making out with your secret boyfriend?" Julia said when I came back to sit next to her.

"Oh, shut up!" I said, laughing.

It was Chris's first match that I attended. I had seen him practice once or twice quickly, but I didn't expect to find it so attractive to watch him play.

I don't know if it was the brutality with which he entered the opposing team members sometimes or the moments of pause when he removed his helmet to run his hand through his hair.

Not to mention the countless times he threw me looks that, honestly, soaked my panties.

I already found Chris incredibly sexy in everyday life. Sometimes I even felt like a teenager in front of a boyband with him. This guy represented everything I found most attractive.

When he scored for the first time, I was the first to cheer and encourage him, proud to see my boyfriend contribute to his team's victory.

The second time, however, I quickly felt reality catching up with me. Had I just been fooled? I felt anxiety creeping in. If he scored one more time, it meant I was going to sleep with him in the locker room. Oh my god, what had I done?

The rest of the match, every time he approached to score, my heart skipped a beat. But when the last few minutes arrived, I started to feel reassured.

That was without counting on the fact that Chris scored one last time in the last 5 minutes of the match.

Everyone in the stands stood up to celebrate our team's victory, and I sat there for a moment when I realized what that meant. Damn.

After a few minutes of celebration, the team left the field to head to the locker room, and I received a message from Chris.

I blushed at his message.

"Everything okay?" Julia asked, putting her hand on my shoulder, making me jump and immediately turning off my phone so she wouldn't see my messages.

"Um, yeah!" I said, clearing my throat and smiling to pretend nothing was wrong.

"Okay..." she said, looking at me strangely. "Anyways, my brother is dropping me home in 5 minutes. Do you want us to drop you off on the way to your place?" she offered.

"No, thanks, Ju. I'll wait for Chris to come out of the locker room. I have something to tell him quickly," I said timidly, running my hand over my neck.

"Oh, okay. Well, see you tomorrow, Y/n," she said, smiling before leaving.

It had been about twenty minutes since I was waiting in the stands, feeling stressed and anxious.

Of course, it wasn't about sleeping with Chris; on the contrary, I wanted it. It's just that I found it quite risky, and what if someone caught us?

Anyway, I made a deal with him, and I can't back down now.

My moment of solitude was interrupted by a message from Chris, letting me know that the locker room was empty, and he was now waiting for me to join him.

I took a deep breath and stood up before starting to walk towards the locker rooms.

I passed a few people on the way and tried to act casual as I walked past them. Once in front of the locker room door, I scanned the surroundings to make sure no one saw me enter.

I opened the door and quickly entered. My heart immediately raced when the door closed behind me.

I surveyed the room to find my boyfriend, but no one was there. "Ch-Chris?" I said timidly, gradually moving forward in the room.

No response. Turning my head, I saw Chris's bag on the bench with his lacrosse jersey on it, indicating that he was indeed here. "Not funny, idiot, answer me!" I said, rolling my eyes and starting to walk towards the showers.

Suddenly, I felt hands grab my waist and press me against a wall before feeling his lips crashing onto mine, making me sigh in surprise. "Chris! Oh my god!"

"That's the second time I've scared you today," he said, smiling proudly.

"Yes, and you really need to stop doing it if you don't want me to have a heart attack!" I said, giving him a playful shove to his chest.

I took a moment to admire him; he was shirtless, his hair still damp from the shower he probably just had. "I missed you," he said, reconnecting our lips.

"I missed you too," I replied, running my hand through his hair. "I didn't think you'd manage to score three times," I said in a slightly more timid tone.

"With the right motivation, there are plenty of things I can do," he said, smiling against my lips before removing one of the straps of my top.

"Chris—" I started to say before being cut off by his lips on my neck. "I know we made a deal, but I don't think it's a good idea," I said, unable to hold back small moans escaping my mouth.

"Why?" he asked, sliding his hands over my hips. "You don't seem like you want me to stop, judging by the sounds you're making," I could feel his smile against my neck.

"I don't—" I said, interrupted by a moan when he began nibbling on my neck. "If someone catches us, Chris, I—" I said before being cut off by his hands grabbing the back of my thighs to lift me.

"Don't worry. If you stay quiet, there's no reason anyone will catch us," he said with a smirk before kissing me again, this time our kiss was deeper and more fiery.

I knew it wasn't responsible of me, but his lips on my body only led me astray from the right path. I placed one hand on his shoulder while the other tangled in his hair. "We'll have to do this quickly, though. I don't know how much time we have before the janitor comes to clean the locker rooms," he said with a hungry voice, and I simply nodded.

He led us to the bench to sit next to his bag. His hands gripped my hips, making me moan once again, and I started moving my hips against his, making him groan in return. "I fucking missed this pussy. I can't wait any longer," he said, licking his lips, and indeed, I could feel his rock-hard cock through his joggers rubbing against my panties.

He came to grasp my throat in his hand, kissing me more fiercely than before, making me moan in surprise. This time was different, less gentle than the first, but equally pleasing. I couldn't help but squirm and moan, craving to feel him inside me again. "Shhh," he said, separating our lips.

"I'm sorry, it's just that—" I began before feeling his grip on my ass strengthen.

"It's just that what?" he said with a smirk. "Don't be all shy with me ma; tell me, or I'll stop now," he added, removing his hands from my ass.

"No, don't!" I said in a heated sigh before guiding his hands back to where they were, and he smiled. "It's just that I really need you now," I said timidly, and he immediately kissed me again.

His hands left my ass to remove his joggers and boxers, lifting his hips slightly, pressing his erection even closer to me, causing another moan to escape my lips.

"Y/n, you really need to make less noise than that," he chuckled, readjusting himself.

"Sorry," I said, blushing and looking down at his sizeable member. Not to brag, but in my eyes, it was rather large, and I was afraid that without any foreplay, his entrance might be painful.

"I won't enter before stretching you a bit, baby, don't worry," he chuckled before bringing his hand between our bodies.

He slid my panties to the side before inserting a finger inside me while looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

I tried to stifle a moan when he immediately added a second finger, making me furrow my brows and cling to his shoulder. "You're so beautiful, y/n," he said, moving his fingers inside me.

And I couldn't help but move my hips back and forth, hoping to feel him even deeper inside me. "You're such a good girl; look at you riding my fingers like a needy slut," his words prompted another moan to escape my mouth.

His free hand came to surround his member as he started to stroke himself while watching me. "I want to do it," I said, wrapping my hand around him, and he smiled before starting to bend his fingers inside me.

I gradually quickened my hand movements around him, and he threw his head back. "N-no, Chris, look at me," I said, moaning and placing my free hand on his cheek.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you right now," he said, removing his fingers from me to grab a condom from his bag.

In a few seconds, he opened the condom with his teeth, and I stopped stroking him so he could put it on.

He wasted no time in seizing me by the hips and aligning himself with my entrance. He took care to shift my panties to the side before applying pressure to my hips to enter in one swift motion. "Chris!" I almost screamed, burying my head in his neck.

"Sorry, I couldn't wait any longer, ma," he said, groaning and starting to guide my hips up and down.

"Oh my fuck," I said, moaning and throwing my head back.

He took advantage of the moment to bury his head in my neck and kiss me there. "Chris, I—" I said, moaning, and he quickened the movement, I gently pulled his hair. "This is so good; please don't stop."

"Y/n, someone might hear you; you need to stop moaning like that, shit-" he said, lifting his head towards me and grabbing my chin.

"I don't fucking care, Chris; it feels good. I need you to go faster, please," I said, driven solely by my desires at that moment, and he did what I asked, thrusting from below this time.

He grabbed my hips tightly and started giving me fast and deep thrusts. "Oh my god, yes, right there," I said, dropping my head forward.

"Fuck, y/n, shhh," he said, trying his best to hold back his own moans.

I felt like I had become completely dumb; the only thing I could think of at that moment was Chris inside me. The moans coming from me were out of control, so Chris pressed his hand against my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping.

"God, I wish I didn't have to cover your pretty little mouth right now," he whispered without stopping his thrusts.

My lower abdomen tightened as he began to massage my clit. My eyes rolled back, and my hand instinctively gripped Chris's throat, which seemed to shock him momentarily but didn't displease him, judging by the smile that appeared on his face.

I closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm approaching. With my other hand, I removed Chris's hand from my mouth to warn him, "Baby, I'm really close," I said, moaning.

"Me too, ma, let it go," he said through gritted teeth. I locked eyes with him, my mouth open, refraining from letting my moans escape. Chris's brows were furrowed, and he bit his lips to prevent any noise from escaping.

"Chris, oh my god!" I almost screamed, tightening my grip around his neck, letting my orgasm take over.

"Hold on a little longer; I'm almost there babe," he said, breathless, giving me animalistic thrusts before he, too, reached climax and stopped his movements completely.

I let my head fall against his chest with him still inside me, and we both began to chuckle. "I'm going to need a second shower," he said, laughing.

"Well, we don't have time. You'll take one at your place; I have to go home before my parents get worried." I told him, straightening up and placing my hands around his cheeks.

"Hmm," he simply hummed, caressing my ass and kissing me tenderly.

I stood up, readjusted my skirt and panties, while he disposed of the condom and got dressed on his end. "I'm good?" I asked, wanting him to tell me if I was disheveled or if my clothes were misplaced.

"Mhm," he said, nodding, and we both headed towards the exit.

He grabbed me by the arm to kiss me. "I love you, Chris," I said, breaking our kiss with a big smile.

"I love you, baby," he replied before I turned to open the door and stepped out.

I quickly descended from my little cloud when I opened the door and found myself face to face with Chris's coach, who crossed his arms.

"Y/f/n y/l/n! I wouldn't have expected to run into you here," he said, giving me a judgmental look before Chris came out right after. "Chris Sturniolo, what a surprise!"

I looked at Chris anxiously, hoping he could come up with a miracle solution. "Coach, it's not what you think—" he started before being interrupted.

"I don't want to hear anything. Both of you will explain yourselves to the principal tomorrow. Go home now," he responded.

Oh my god, this time I'm really in trouble...

Masterlist.

[ericshoney]

Mini Matt knows the plan! ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You join Nick, Matt and Chris for their video where they become dads to eggs for the day, only to be roped into Matt's plan.

Warnings: possible swearing, platonic nicknames, chaos, fluff

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You had been sleeping peacefully, knowing the chaotic day planned ahead, when you heard whispering.

"Psst, kid, wake up."

You opened your eyes and saw Matt stood next to your bed. You checked the time and saw it was half one in the afternoon.

"Morning petal." Matt chuckled.

"Uh morning.....why are you waking me?" You asked, your voice groggy due to sleep.

"I have a plan and need Mini Matt's help." He answered, you made out a mischievous grin on his face.

You nodded and rubbed your eyes. You got out of bed, took a quick shower and got changed for the day. Matt remained sat on your bed as he waited for you.

"Alright, what's your plan?" You asked.

"So you know we're filming the video of being parents to eggs for the day?" He reminded.

"Yeah. I still can't believe we're doing this." You answered.

"Well I know for a fact Nick and Chris aren't going to play fair. I've decided it's time for us to fight back." He continued.

"Okay, how so?" You questioned.

Matt smiled and started talking about his plan. How he would copy Nick and Chris' eggs, take their original ones away and cook them for breakfast. You were in shock when he told you the plan but agreed to it.

"How on Earth did you come up with that plan?" You asked Matt once he finished explaining.

"Guess my inner villain is coming out." He joked.

You laughed and agreed to the plan. You knew Nick and Chris wouldn't play fair, it's just how they rolled and they wanted to win. But you knew if Matt's plan worked, you and him would win.

You then left your room with Matt, the two of you sitting at the kitchen table as Nick set the camera up and Chris boasting about how he'd make a great dad.

"I'm sure you will Chris." You said, giving him a smile.

"Thanks kid!" He exclaimed.

You smiled and looked at Matt who gave you a wink. You shook your head as Nick sat down, introducing the video. It seemed simple enough, until the eggs got smashed and you all had to change clothes, but this all worked for Matt's plan he told you.

After getting changed and re-doing your eggs, Matt took the photos, another part of his plan. This was so he could have an image to copy from later.

The challenge went on, the guys made some jokes as you just carried your egg around, mainly being a distraction for Nick and Chris so Matt could continue his plan.

As it got time for all of you to head out, taking your eggs to the beach, you got in the car besides Nick, holding your egg on your lap and holding Matt's egg also. Chris filmed as Nick rocked his egg, making you laugh at how serious he was taking the challenge.

When Matt parked up, you all walked over to the swings. Matt and Nick sat on the swings holding their eggs as you looked at yours.

"What if I threw it into the sea?" You asked out loud, making the trio laugh.

"Then you'd lose instantly, kid." Chris answered.

You looked at Matt, who nodded slowly. This was another part of his plan. You'd purposely lose to distract Nick and Chris again.

You got close to the camera Chris was holding and smiled wide.

"Don't try this at home." You said.

You then ran towards the water, the guys screaming for you, as you threw your egg into the water, a loud laugh escaped your lips as you ran back to the guys.

"Well, Mini Matt lost." Nick said.

"Terrible mother!" Chris joked.

"It was a fucking egg!" You exclaimed.

"Just to everyone watching, if that was a real baby, I wouldn't throw it in the water, but because it was an egg, I thought it would be fun!" You added, facing the camera.

"Well, is that challenge over?" Chris asked.

"No, keep it going, I can help film." You answered, taking the camera.

He nodded as you all decided to call it a night. Nick and Chris walked ahead of you and Matt to the car. Matt leaned down to your ear.

"Good job, kid." He whispered.

You smiled as you got into the car, Nick and Chris kept teasing Matt, saying he was next.

"You'll see. I'll eat your eggs for breakfast." He responded, giving away his plan, but neither Nick or Chris realised.

You then headed home, placing the eggs in a box for the night, knowing the guys would be waking up to "feed" their eggs during the night.

The next morning, you were sat in the kitchen at the table, when Matt walked through. Neither Nick or Chris were around.

"Morning petal, want eggs for breakfast?" Matt asked, holding Nick and Chris' original eggs up.

You laughed but nodded, watching him cook the eggs, whilst also recording it for his little video later. When the eggs were cooked, you ate them happily, whilst Nick and Chris walked in, oblivious to the whole thing.

Everything continued on, Nick and Chris not knowing their eggs were frauds and had no idea of your and Matt's plan. You were now watching Nick drop his egg from the stairs onto some pillows.

"He's okay!" He exclaimed.

You laughed from behind the camera, recording the whole thing. Chris did the same and his egg was also okay, then it was Matt's turn. You knew it would break as it was already damaged from Nick accidentally placing his thumb in it when offering to hold it.

"Oooh!"

"No!" Matt cried jokingly, picking the egg up.

"Oh no it's broken!" Chris shouted.

"Ah, looks like your cooked Matt." Nick said.

"So is it over now?" Matt asked, not bothered by the eggs.

"Honestly it was over when Y/n threw it into the water." Nick answered.

"I wasn't really interested, it was a damn egg!" You shouted, making them laugh.

"True, it was mostly between us three." Chris agreed.

"Alright, let's end this." Nick said, as the three of them sat at the table. You sat on the counter behind them.

Nick went to film the outro, when Matt finally caved and got his laptop, playing the video you and he filmed, telling the two about the plan you had made. Both Nick and Chris were in shock as they watched the video.

"Case in point. Don't fuck with me." Matt said, closing his laptop once the video finished.

"Or Mini Matt!" You added.

"What the fuck!" Nick exclaimed making you both laugh.

"I'm lost for words." Chris said.

You and Matt laughed at their shocked expressions. They were quiet before they started filming the outro again.

"I honestly don't know what to say. Both of you are fucking crazy." Nick said.

"It's your villain's back story." Chris teased.

You laughed again and knew the fans would love this video and if you needed a partner in crime, Matt was always the guy.

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[pablitogavii]

can you write any sort of fluff with gavi please. i wanna be loved. love your writing. 💜💜

Our morning routine

You cherished weekends, first because there was no morning classes but mainly because you get to wake up with Pablo. He usually leaves the apartment before you even wake up for his trainings so you don't get morning cuddles as much as you wish over the week.

He always wakes up first and would lay there watching you sleep for hours if he could...cute creep!

"Amor..time to wake up muñeca. Let't start our day off" he said dipping his arms underneath the blankets where you were curled up ignoring completely his request.

His hands were a bit cold so you whined pushing him back and going underneath the blanket which made him chuckle reaching still to pull you closer to his body heat.

"How are you cold when you always steal all the blankets???" he teases like always but not everyone has those Sevillano genes Gavira!!!

"Wakey wakey bebé...I'm not giving up until you open those cute eyes and look at me" he said and you moved closer hiding your face into his neck which made him chuckle at your cute reactions when you're sleepy.

"Five..more..minutes..porf" you said groggily and he shook his head deciding to cuddle you some more until trying to wake you again. He was playing with your hair while you laid on his chest getting even more sleepy.

"That's it! No more scratches for you princesa! Time to wake up!" he groaned and you yawned nodding your head and slowly but surely opening your eyes finally to look into his warm chocolate brown ones.

"Hm..how can you look so good this early in the morning??" you have no filter this early in the morning and he knew that chuckling at your comment while shrugging his shoulder.

"So do you..princesa mia" he said leaning in and pecking your lips as you blushed still very nervous whenever he gets physical like this.

"I look crazy! Look at my hair..god!" you said trying to tame it but Pablo grabbed your wrists pulling them back with a smirk on his face while leaning down to kiss your lips again.

"Hm..I don't mind when I messed it up for you" he said and you knew he was thinking about last night which was simply incredible..everything was just perfect <3

"Basta! Let's get up!" you said feeling a little embarrassed even though he's your boyfriend and it wasn't the first time you've 'loved' each other at night.

"So now you wanna get up, huh?" he smirked pulling you back and snuggling into you as you both giggled and enjoy some more time together in bed.

"Hm..you ready for a shower bonita?" he said after awhile and you smiled nodding your head as you both came to the bathroom taking the shower together..it was one of Pablo's favorite things to do ;)

He was currently leaving kissed all over your your wet neck while you washed his hair not caring that you kept asking him not to distract you.

"If you don't quit messing with me, we won't get anything done today!" you said and just then did his hands grab your boobs with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Pablo!" you said and he shut you up with a kiss.

"I like messing with you preciosa.." he said while you were both drying yourself and choosing clothes for the day.

"Yeah yeah..but I'm sure you want some breakfast? HUh!?" you say and he quickly nodded promising to behave if you make him your famous omlet.

"Is it ready amor?" he asked for the tenth time already and you giggled at his childish impatience.

"You're such an impatient boy, Pablito.." you said and he smirks pulling you to sit on his lap while you waited leaning in to give him a kiss hopefully making the time pass a bit quicker now.

"There! It's ready! Um..let me go, amor?" you say while he still held you tightly kissing your neck and surely adding more of his marks.

"Hm..did I tell you how grateful I am that you're in my life preciosa? I'm so lucky!!" he said relaxing his grip and you blush at his cute words. Pablo wasn't much of a talker so when he says this you know he means it and that means your heart melts.

You finished the breakfast while talking about random stuff that came to mind and he stopped you from cleaning asking you to get ready while he does it. He always makes sure you split the work whenever he's at home...que precioso es!!!

"Amor, do you want to take a walk together? It's nice outside??" he walked in suddenly freezing when he saw his girl wearing a floral dress looking absolutely breathtaking while finishing her makeup.

"Sure, I'd like that cariño...we can walk to the beach?" you say and he nods snaking his arm around your waist when you walked up to him going on your tip toes and kissing his lips sweetly.

You walked hand in hand in eace enjoying the nice weather and that you were finally together. You didn't mind even when fans stopped you to take pictures with Pablo and he always made sure you were safe and somewhere close to him.

"I have to go guys..promised my girl a walk on the beach. Gracias!" he said finishing up and grabbing your hand while everyone awed snapping photos of the two of you letting you walk in peace.

When you arrived, Pablo put the towel and you sat down looking at the water with you in between his legs and rested back against his strong chest.

"This is perfect amor...I wish we can do this every day" he said and you knew what he was thinking without his having to say anything at all in that moment.

"It's special because it's not every day...don't worry cariño, I understand you can't be here all the time but I know you love me the same" you say and he smiles that you could read his mind like this kissing the top of your head.

"Are you cold preciosa?" he asked noticing goosemups on your arms and you nodded making him immediately take off his hoody and put it over your head.

"Better?" he asked and you smiled with blushed cheeks.

"Much better, thank you.." you said looking back and he took chance to kiss your lips lovingly.

"Now that our morning routine is over, can we go back to bed???" you say teasingly and Pablo laughs out loud. He's so precious when he laughs...and it's a music to your ears!!!

"AMOR!" he said as you both continued to laugh filling the beach with happiness and laughter.

Hope you like it and enjoy it!!!❤️❤️❤️

[vaultdwellerbarbie]

dating javi: headcanons

javi rivera (twisters)/reader

content warnings mentions of tornado, one reference to sex

sometimes i feel like it seems like i'm in love with anthony ramos. to set the record straight, this is because i am! but his birthday is 4 days before mind (different year) so i think i'm genetically predisposed to be.

PRIOR to losing his friends, javi was definitely a lot less mature and a lot lazier. that's not to say that he would have been a bad boyfriend at the time, but sometimes you're dragging him out of bed.

he was also a big snacker (he was still a snacker afterwards), those lime hot cheetos might taste good eating them but when you've just brushed your teeth and you go to kiss him and that's the first thing you taste it can be a bit jarring - he thinks it's funny when you make fun of him and tell him 'no more kissing' until he brushes his teeth.

he lets you style his hair for sure, since he has it longer he's definitely willing to let you brush it and style it for him.

he also strikes me as the kind of guy that might be a tiny tiny bit possessive, especially since he was in college at the time, so if he's not trying to leave a hickey he's giving you his clothing so you can wear it around.

he's also very sweet, though. he can be moody in the morning especially when he had been drinking the night before, but even then he tries his best to be nice to you. he for sure falls very hard, so he's going to treat you like you're the only person in the world that matters to him.

he's also going to go out of his way to treat you! i can see this being a few different things. on the spicier end, i definitely think he aims to please and he's not selfish whatsoever. but in general, he's going to buy you things and he's going to treat you to dinner and even if he's too lazy to make his own bed he'll make yours while you're in the shower so you don't have to do it.

you also need to clean his room together because he's too lazy to do that, but it's okay.

AFTER losing his friends, javi is a lot more mature and takes better care of himself but he's also fundamentally changed.

losing people like that makes him a lot more aware of your mortality and the fact that he could lose you in an instant - he's going to be a little clingier, but he's also going to be a lot more protective. if anything seems like it would put you in danger, he's going to be the first one to let you know and the first one to put a stop to it.

he's still possessive, but that paired with him being protective can mean that he's going to argue with someone who dares to look at you the wrong way until you tell him that he should probably stop.

he's neater, but that's something that he developed from being in the military. a lot of his bad habits were unlearned, so he's going to be a lot cleaner and more organized and he tends to wake up earlier in the morning.

even though his hair is shorter now, he seems like a guy who likes the feeling of his partner's fingers running through his hair.

he's still playful, even though he's been through a lot. he has a nice smile and he recognizes that you really like it when he smiles. he's still a total sweetheart to you even though he has his own little issues going on with storm par.

he does try to distance his personal life from his work, mainly because he's not always happy with his work because he's not making a difference like him and his friends had originally planned. he can sometimes get upset when thinking about work.

he also gets upset when thinking about the past, so on an anniversary of what happened, expect that you're going to be comforting him.

if you're ever going through a bad storm together, trust that he's incredibly, incredibly protective. even if you're not particularly scared, he's making sure that you're safe and holding you so you're not in any danger.

just general headcanons, he likes physical affection and he likes to touch you. sometimes it's kissing, sometimes it's holding hands. he does find it cute when you trace his freckles.

you're probably the only person he actually stands up for before leaving storm par if someone on his team says something rude to or about you - eventually, they recognize that you're off limits in terms of insults.

even though his life is pretty busy, i do feel like javi would want a family at some point.

he also does strike me as the kind of guy who pays for every date until you stop telling him to pay for every date because you should both be paying.

he also just likes learning about your interests and he never forgets them. if you tell him about something that just moderately interests you, that's something that he's going to remember and - if possible - it's going to come up as a gift in some way, shape, or form.

javi also seems like a hand kisser, like he's going to kiss your hand. but he's also going to kiss your cheek, and your forehead, and he also probably gets a little awkward when you kiss his cheek because you always always go for the cheek with the most freckles even though it's endearing to him.

[prettypinkporkchop]

hii! if you don’t mind, can i request a paul or jared x reader where the reader is a private person and he is frustrated because the reader doesn’t post them on social media or don’t show off their relationship, which makes him a little insecure and it could end with the reader reassuring and shocked because the reader didn’t mean to be so private. sorry if it’s too long lol <3

You kiss Jared on the cheek as he picks at his dinner you cooked. He seems upset. He doesn't look at you. "Babe, what's wrong?" You sit at the dinner table across from him to eat.

He looks up and looks over you. "Did you ever post those pictures of us from yesterday's date?" He asks.

"No, babe. I haven't. You know I don't post much." You giggle and take a bite of your food. You're not lying! You rarely put anything on social media. You don't have many friends or followers. Social media for you is mainly used to see what your family is up to because you're nosey (same).

He nods his head and eats his food.

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Jared plays with the ends of your hair, which tickles your back and wakes you up.

"Good morning." You smile and then roll over to face him. You reach up and touch his face.

"Good morning, my love." He says. He stares at your face and observes your features. His eyes wander. Your hand runs up and down his side.

"You have training today. Ready to get the day started?" You ask.

He nods his head and then rolls out of bed. You both get ready and eat something small. Emily is always cooking, so you're not worried about getting full right now.

At Emily's, you sit down at the table where Rachel is. She reaches out and shows you her phone. It's a text that Jared sent to Paul.

Jared: dude is she ashamed or something? There's pics of her but none of me or both of us.

Paul: no man. She's just private. You should know that.

Jared: I do but I thought being in love, you'd want the world to know. Because I want to show her to the world.

You look up, confused. Rachel pulls her phone back to her. She bites her lip. "I didn't realize I made him feel that way." You whisper.

"I just thought you should know. This isn't the first time he's asked Paul about this." She looks at you.

"I just don't like social media that much." You sigh.

"Oh, we know. We don't blame you. Jared doesn't understand that." She touches your wrist.

"Well, it's not a big deal, I'll just post a picture of us." You take out your phone and pull up Instagram. You post a picture of both of you from your date the other night.

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You get out of the shower and go into your bedroom with a towel wrapped around you. Jared is sitting on the bed, watching you.

"Am I ugly?" Jared asks while you dry off and put his shirt on you.

You look at him with a stern face. "No." Is all you say. You plop down on the bed beside him. "I know what you said to Paul. You could've just told me how you felt instead of going to someone else. It's not even that deep. I posted a picture of us. The first picture or thing I've ever posted in like three years." You roll over and face the wall.

"Are you really acting petty over it?" He grabs your waist, pulling your back into him.

"No. I'm mad because you talked to Paul about it and not me. You know I literally never post anything. If it made you upset, I have NO issue at all showing you off. I love you. You're so attractive. You're mine, most of all. You're supposed to come to me with that shit." You sigh.

He lets you go and rolls over. You leave him be. You feel bad, but you're hurt he couldn't tell you. You're caught out of your thoughts when he sits up. You sit up and look at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you how it made me feel. But just know, you made me feel insecure." He looks ahead of him, never making eye contact with you.

This broke your heart so bad. You grab onto him and pull him into your chest. "My sweet, Jared. I'm so sorry." You rub his shoulder.

He holds onto you and breathes in your scent, calming down. His hands grip onto his shirt that's on you.

"You shouldn't be insecure. You're the sexiest man alive." You giggle and kiss his head.

He breathes out a chuckle and just nods his head.

"I swear to you, babe. I'll kill a bitch for looking at you." You continue.

"O..okay babe." He sits up and looks at you with a concerned face.

"No other woman can look at you. Breathe the same air as you." You scarily stare at him.

He slowly backs up and nods his head. "Okay. Got it."

"I know how to fight, Cameron." You warn.

"Y-yeah. Point has been made, babe. I feel a lot better. You can stop scaring me now."

You laugh and then kiss his cheek. He smiles, shaking his head and plants kisses all over your neck. "You're so silly, my love." He whispers against your skin.

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Hearing a voice I wake up realising it's still pitch black outside, Lando is fast asleep then I hear it again. He has got to be joking. The man talks in his sleep. Rolling my eyes I make myself comfortable in Lando's arms trying to get a few more hours sleep.

Eventually waking up to the sound of my alarm a few hours later my race day nerves kick in. No matter how many races I watch I still get nervous for my dad. I want the absolute best for him and I know just how incredible it is for him to still be driving the way he is.

"Morning Lu"

"Morning. You Lando Norris are the worst person to sleep next to probably ever" I say with a laugh. I'm not going to be angry, it's hardly his fault.

"Oh god what was it? Snoring or talking in my sleep?"

"Talking this time. Should I dread the day it's snoring?"

"Maybe. Max tells me off when we've slept in the same room" Lando laughs hiding his face in my neck.

"How are you feeling about today?"

"I feel positive but until I'm at the track I try not to think too much about it. It's quite a long day until I have to be ready to get into the car" I know from being at races over the years how much it can feel like it drags waiting for a race to start and that's me being there as a spectator.

"I get that. At least you got that release last night" biting my lip I look up at Lando.

"Don't go there Lucía. Considering I only met you on Friday little Lando thinks a hell of a lot about you"

"Don't ever refer to your dick as little Lando ever again" I say unable to hold back my laugh "he's far from little"

"You're the biggest tease I've ever known. I'm going for a long cold shower"

"Same rules apply, do well in the race and who knows what will happen tonight" I shout as Lando closes the bathroom door.

esmelucia 📍 Silverstone

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livdavies ooh she looking sexy!

↪️ livdavies ps Vamos adopted Papá!

↪️ esmelucia ur the favourite child

user1 we see you Lando 👀

↪️ user2 assuming because her dad races on the same track they know each other 🙄

Arriving at the track I make my way to Aston Martin, seeing Lando sitting outside of the McLaren lounge I bite my lip. The Silverstone sun is shining on him perfectly, once again his race suit is low on his hips and his cap sitting backwards. I can't go up to him the way I want to but I do send a quick wink his way that I know he sees.

Seeing Chelsea sat a a table I grab a quick breakfast and join her. I know she's going to want a full run down of what has happened with Lando since yesterday and I'm looking forward to telling her. It's nice to have a girl around the paddock when I'm here and she's someone I can trust wholeheartedly.

"So how was last night? I'm guessing by the grin on a certain boys face today you had a good night"

"It was so good. I've never had sex like I do with him. The Silverstone Slut in me is having a good weekend with him but I'm worried Chels" I say taking a drink of my tea "I've only spent 2 nights with him and he's got a hold on me. I don't know what I'll do when I'm not spending nights with him"

"You've got feelings for him I can tell or you will at some point because you wouldn't be worried about not being with him"

"Don't be daft Chels I've spent two nights with him and that's mainly been sex. Okay we've had conversations but I wouldn't say feelings"

"Give it time. I say a few months time you two will be in a relationship. Are you seeing him tonight?" Chelsea asks knowing I normally go back to my dad's for a day or two after a race with him.

"I'm not sure. I'd like to but there's a chance he could be busy or with his family. I know his mum and dad are coming to watch the race"

"Ooh meeting the family already. Suppose he already knows your dad so you're already one step ahead"

"Stop it!" Laughing with Chelsea I know there's not a chance I can meet Lando's mum and dad. I have to consider that he's a formula one driver, he's in a different country every week, there's nothing stopping him sleeping with a different girl every weekend. I'm not naive to think I'm the only one he's sleeping with.

"In all seriousness Lucía, give him a chance. I see him week in week out he's a good person" seeing my dad heading towards us I don't respond even though I have questions. My dad doesn't need to hear about my extra curricular activities.

Finding my place in my dad's garage I put my headset on and get comfortable. I feel like this will be a long race, the great British weather is showing up for the occasion and has given nearly every season so far this weekend. I've heard talk around the paddock there could be rain throughout the race which will make for an interesting watch strategy wise.

As the formation lap ends I'm gutted for Pierre, no driver ever wants to have to retire before the race even starts but all of the British drivers get a good start, until Lando loses a place to Max and Alex makes contact with my dad. Thankfully there's no substantial damage and my dad's race isn't affected. The last thing I want is for my dad to end a race angry through no fault of his own. Just as it does every year, Silverstone is delivering and providing an exciting race. As Lando makes a move and overtakes Lewis on the straight I can barely keep the smile off my face seeing Lando leading his home race.

"Why does every race you come to end up being one of the most exciting races of the season?" Chelsea asks barely taking her eyes off the screen.

"I must be a good luck charm" Watching the race I know my dad is still in the points which I'm happy about but my full attention is on the front of the grid, despite being a different team there's an audible gasp as George is told to retire the car. As a Brit I'm gutted there won't be a full British podium at their home race. That would've been like a fairytale.  In the closing stages of the race I feel like I'm holding my breath, Max has just passed Lando pushing him back into third place and he's slowly gaining on Lewis. Having known Lewis as long as I have I want to see him get his long awaited next podium and as the chequered flag waves he gets his 9th Silverstone win and his first win in over 2 years, I feel a sense of relief for him. I've never doubted him, just like I will always believe my dad will get another win.

"Your dad will be happy with that given some of the recent races. At least I know my job is going to be easy post race. Will I see you at the closing party tonight?"

"You absolutely will. I did think about driving home to get ready but I have a dress in my car that I ordered for this weekend" walking back to the hospitality with Chelsea I feel my phone vibrate in my hand, I see Lando's name on the screen, but decide not to answer straight away until I see the look Chelsea is giving me.

"If that's Lando answer him. If I know anything about these men from being here every week, the first people they send messages to are the one's who mean something to them. I'll see you tonight" watching as Chelsea walk away I take my phone out of my pocket and open instagram. Lando has just came P3 in his home race and he wants to see me.

[roseshewrites]

POV: Lucifer comforts you during an ugly cry

-Depressed reader

-Self loathing reader

-Artistic reader

If you need an ugly cry, now's the time. Lucifer's got yah. 💖

You were curled up on the window seat by your bed, staring despondently out at the hellish night sky. 

It had been a bad day for you. 

Nothing had gone wrong per se, but for some weird reason this morning, you had woken up feeling so...sad. You tried to ignore it. You drank your morning coffee, said hello as cheerfully as possible to the other inhabitants of the hotel. Even going so far as to help Charlie and her dad with their day to day patron check ins and inventory detailing.

And to be honest, it was nigh impossible to feel fucking sad around them both. Charlie, with her bright happy demeanor, and the ease that Lucifer chuckled at your jokes, you started to feel around midafternoon that maybe your bad mood that morning was just a random event. 

But, no. 

Because as soon as you were alone, as soon as you realized you had your own shit to do and got back to your room, the silence and isolation of it hit your ears and heart and you just stood there staring at the mess on the floor. 

You had so much to do. Messes to clean up, artwork commissions that people were waiting on, written pieces that needed editing and published; your bathroom was a mess, and you had no clean towels, so you couldn't shower this mood away. The clothes you're in are still relatively fresh but have been worn all day to now, so just to get out of them and into some pajamas would be a blessing. 

 But you had no clean clothes either. They were all in a pile on the floor. 

You don't know how long you stood there just staring at everything, but it was awhile. Long enough for you to curl up on your window seat, fall asleep in the hell's afternoon sun, and ignore the pain that beat in your chest with your heart, and that threatened to make pinpricks of tears form in your closed eyes. 

You had awoken tireder than before, hungry and thirsty, and now just flat out pissed at yourself for napping the day away instead of taking this low maintenance time at the Hotel to deal with your own business. 

You gulped, fighting that emotion, feeling your cheeks heat up with rage at yourself when a soft knock echoed from your door, and you jumped, not expecting it at all. 

"Hey-O, it's Lucifer. Can I come in?" 

His deep voice boomed a bit. Definitely hard to miss. 

"Y-yeah," you called hesitantly, then cringed when the door actually cracked open, spilling light with it onto the carpeted floor of your room which illuminated each and every embarrassing pile of clothing, art supplies, and random clutter that you hadn't been able to bring yourself to pick up in the past week no matter how you berated yourself for it. 

"Oh fuck" you said, "I'm so sorry. It's a mess in here. I'm sorry." 

But Lucifer was already cheerfully making his way across the room, not paying any attention to the inner workings of the room. Thank god.

He waved your apologies away going, "No, no, I've seen worse I promise!" 

Maybe he was inwardly judging you for it. But nothing on his face suggested that at all, actually he seemed mainly focused on having a seat beside you. You scooted over so he could, and the two of you sat in silence for a little bit. 

You played with your hair, willing yourself to speak to him, as he surely must have come in here for a reason, but the words for idle chatter were definitely not in your vocabulary right now. You settled with letting the side of your forehead rest on your window, the cool glass easing your aching head a bit. 

"You okay, kiddo?" He said softly. 

You shook your head silently, not wanting the tears that leaked out at that question. Why was it when someone asked when you were okay, everything hurt even more? 

"I don't know what's wrong with me," you whispered, the tears tracking past your lips, salty and hot. Your lip trembled unwillingly. Embarrassed about this, you bit your lip and fought to get your crumpled face somewhat under control. 

"I could tell something was wrong earlier." 

You peeked at him. He was blurry through the tears but you could make out the round shape of his face, how hell's moonlight illuminated his blond hair and cast shadows across his cheeks. He had his hat off and was holding it in his hands. 

Lucifer spotted you looking, and smiled, his kind crimson eyes crinkling. 

"You could?" You whispered. 

"Yeah, hun. You wanna talk about it?" 

"I - I just-" you gulped, stifling a sob that wanted to rise, and you wanted to talk, but the golfball of anger in your throat prevented you. 

"Hey, hey!" He scooted closer, closing a small dark hand over yours. You nearly flinched at the closeness, but you appreciated the gesture anyway. "Tell me about it. I'm not here to judge, honey, I swear. I promise." 

"I just FEEL like this for no reason!!" You burst out, the emotional whirlwind coming undone, finally undammed in your voice which was horrible and made your heart beat fast, "I have NO REASON to be sad. NONE. And why?! Because my brain decided it one day?! And I'm just stuck like this forever?!" 

The tumultuous sob that broke from you then was ungodly. You had felt this constant sadness as an undercurrent in your chest and stomach for as long as you could remember, and had coped with it as best as you knew how for all that time. And here it was, rearing its ugly face in the form of choking, hot angry sobs that had your body and throat trembling in front of the King of Hell, of all people- 

"Oh sweety, no. Come here. Come here..." 

You felt arms around you, strong and warm, and you tensed, then when you realized he really didn't mind, melted into his arms and allowed him to truly hold you, your face pushed into his chest and silently scream into the fabric of his warm clean smelling jacket. 

He held and rocked you, stroking your hair softly, the rumble of his deep voice vibrating as he said, "Let it out. It's all right. Just let it out. I'm here." 

You clutched his jacket and your breath was hot as the ugly cry wracked you, his shoulder steadying and his hand playing with your hair as he continued to comfort you, as your breathing slowed steadily until it was a series of hiccups that filled you with tiredness. His shoulder was wet, but he didn't seem to mind. 

You sniffed, whispering, "I'm sorry." 

"Why?" 

"Because. I'm upset for no fucking reason. No reason at all." 

"It's called depression, honey. I've been there. Sometimes, you just feel that way. Sometimes it seems like it lasts forever. Like it'll never stop. Right?" 

"...Yeah.." You sniffed again. "I can't. I don't remember. I've never been - completely-" 

"You've never felt all the way normal?" 

"Yeah." 

He released you, digging into his pocket for a handkerchief which he handed you, and you took gratefully, blowing your nose with an embarrassing amount of snot and leftover tears leaking from your itchy eyes. 

"Tell you a secret. I never have, either." 

You looked up, surprised. "You?" 

"Yeah," he chuckled, "Me." 

"The King of Hell has major depressive disorder?" You choked into the wet napkin, unable to help a sob-sounding little giggle - "-Sorry-" 

"No, laugh it's okay, because it is kinda ridiculous, right?" He grinned, "Me. One of the first angels. God's favorite. And there's something chemically wrong with my brain! Go figure, right?" 

"Dude that's fucked up," you giggled, hiccuping. 

"It is, right?!" 

"So effed. Fuck God, honestly-" 

"You're not joking," Lucifer said so seriously that you cracked up into a hysterical giggle, and his booming chuckles filled the room musically. 

"Ahh, fuck," you said, feeling warmer, a lot better, and a little adrenaline-rushed. But calmer. 

"Wanna tell me about it?" 

"It's this," you gestured at the room, "God it's a mess. I have so much to do, and...I've been doing none of it." 

It all poured out of you, then, your story- how over your own head you were with your own chores, the physical ones that were only as simple as laundry, and keeping your area clean, and then continued with the work you needed to do that people were expecting from you. That you expected from yourself but were somehow unable to find the energy for. 

"It just sounds like you're overwhelmed, that's all. And that happens with depression," he related. "You've been fighting for so long, it catches up with you, and you just melt down. I get it, sweety. I do." 

"It just never has before. I usually don't let it get to me like this." 

"And that's okay," he reassured you, "Really. You gotta take the good with the bad. And if you happen to need some help, that's all right too. You might need medication, something to take the edge off. In my experience it doesn't kill the depression entirely, but..." 

"It makes it tolerable?" 

"With how deep yours goes, yes," he said. 

"That sucks." 

"I know, hun." 

"I might never be free from it," you sighed.

"Well there's definitely no cure-all for it, but like I said, there are ways to cope, and ways to fight it, and make it through without losing your mind entirely." 

"I want it to stop. I don't like being this way." 

"Me neither," he agreed. "When it comes to having felt that way for your whole life, I understand. There might not be a way out, but there is a way through. Get it?" 

You nodded, "I think so." 

"Ready to get up and clean your room a little?" 

You smiled, "Yeah.." 

"Come on," he hopped up, taking your hand and helping you up too. You stumbled because you had been sitting so long that your legs were asleep. 

Lucifer cut on some lights- not the overheads, those were too bright for you and made you want to hiss- so the bedside lamp on your night stand was switched on, and the both of you commenced to picking up around the room. 

Lucifer was asking you the occasional question or remarking like "Where do I put this?"- and, "Oh I loved that book, you have good taste-" 

All this until your dirty laundry was confined to a hamper in your closet, your artwork (some of it wrinkled) put into neat piles on your desk, your laptop was found somewhere under the bed, along with a series of truly monstrous dust bunnies and several pairs of shoes you'd forgotten you even owned. 

"I'll do something for you, but just this once," he winked, then snapped his fingers and with a golden -pop!-, your dirty laundry flew into the air from the hamper, rippled itself clean then cascaded one by one into your dresser drawers nicely folded and put away. A fresh scent of tide lingered in the air. 

"Don't go asking me to do your laundry all the time though, kid- oof" 

You had caught him up in a sudden warm hug, squeezing him tight while he chuckled into your shoulder. You'd forgotten you were a whole head taller than him. 

"You're welcome," he grinned up at you. "You gonna be okay?" 

You nodded, and smiled in return, loving how his eyes glinted and shone with that jester like amusement. 

"I'll be okay," you told him. 

After he left, and after you had showered and gotten changed, you sat at the end of your freshly made bed and sighed, waiting for that returning feeling of hopelessness. It tried, but it didn't go very far. You were very tired. 

No, there were a lot of ways that you would never be okay. But there were also people surrounding you who loved you, and care for your well-being and existence. There are ways to cope, like Lucifer was saying, and all that. 'You can be gentle with yourself,' you thought. 'Maybe come back to your work after tomorrow...take a day to unwind and brainstorm..' 

With that in mind, you turned off the lights, crawled in between clean sheets, and dozed off knowing that your journey into healing would continue to grow into something much better than it is now. 

You just have to work on it. 

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Sarah and Simon’s wedding. Any hints on how it went for them?

...Well! 🫦 *draws breath*

First, they frolic around Florence all cute and happy before the ceremony. Simon takes her to galleries -> somehow the idea of this giant soldier listening to his enthusiastic, sparkly-eyed wife-to-be giving him a monologue about a painting like Birth of Venus does things to me. He def. gets a hard-on from that, and Sarah gets all flustered when she notices. ("We're in a gallery, for god's sake" or "I should've known you can't behave yourself" while her eyes are just wide and shining from love)

As for the wedding: nothing too fancy, nothing too luxurious or overly elegant. Instead, crazy romantic – nothing is official and there will be no legal documents on any marriage taking place, but Simon would do his all to make the day memorable for the both of them. He loves to pamper and spoil Sarah, even if she gets shy about it (she loves it actually). So good food and a beautiful dress are a must, and the venue has to be something Sarah would love – something historical, from the romantic period, perhaps. Some old villa with lemon trees or magnolias, a wild garden that is overwhelming to the senses, nothing too pruned or symmetrical. They spend their wedding night there, too, sleep late in the morning and have a hedonistic 2-hour brunch in the garden.

I don't know if even Soap would be present because we're talking about a secret elopement here. Simon would have a hard time asking John to be his best man, and Sarah has yet to see him too many times, so it might be just the two of them + someone suitable to conduct the ceremony. After all, the marriage is mainly a powerful symbolic gesture from Simon that he is dedicated to Sarah and wants to grow old with her (I see them planting those apple trees in Simon's "hideout" later that summer: one for her and one for him).

But what would be even more monumental than the actual wedding is the honeymoon that follows.

Simon takes weeks, almost a month off his work to explore Italy and especially the seaside together. There is an overdose of art, culture, good food and wine. Sarah tries to teach Simon to appreciate a good Amarone or Valpolicella and he's just like I'd rather not but gives in like he always does (*sigh* "Let's try it then, dove"). There's lots of swimming and hikes in the woodlands and just all kinds of fun under the sun, and all around them, the nature is blooming. 

Sometimes they are too tired to even make love because they've been too busy going around yet another bend or a corner to see if there is a great view or a better restaurant or a hidden beach empty of people. But he brings her breakfast in bed, and it usually ends in slow, passionate sex before they venture out again. Or then there's the occasional quickie in the shower just before dinner. Her cheeks are still flushed when they rush to their reservation and the waiter brings the menus to the table (Simon only looks annoyingly content with himself). 

If one thing is sure, it's this: Simon gets actual dimples on his cheeks from that honeymoon, and Sarah teases him about it for the rest of their lives. 

Every time the weather turns cold and rainy in London, they remember their Italian summer and the gardens filled with foreign scents and their wedding night which was a little too hot to get some sleep, not to talk of making love (of course they still did and were all sweaty and spent afterward, poor things), they remember their walks on the beaches filled with beautiful sea shells and how they should go back there someday, but Simon says it would never be the same... so they decide they will explore a new country and a new place every year. A few weeks, almost a month off from work, no matter what, so they can go and have some adventures and a slice of peace and live their lives to the full. 💞

[collectivecloseness]

Steve and reader having sweet, soft sex and tells him "love you so much, you're so perfect stevie. you'll be such a great dad, yeah, gonna make you a daddy one day baby." You immediately worry you might've gone too far, but then you hear him gasp so loud and feel him twitch deep inside you and then you know you've found something he likes.

And you know it might not take the first time, you'd have to do it over and over and over again just to make sure. Overstimulating him and making him give you all the cum he has, until he's drooling all over himself, not a thought in his head except being your personal breeder, your dumb, horny little puppy.

Puppy stevie naked and wearing his cute little collar as you tell him to roll over and beg and he does exactly that, now lying on the floor with his hands out in front of him legs bent and raised in the air slightly, cock hard and his tongue hanging out while he pants loudly. Even though he's not allowed to speak normally, he doesn't need to for you to know exactly what he wants. So you reward him by pushing his legs further apart and fucking him raw right there and then, and he probably breaks your rule near the end to beg "gonna cum, please can I cum in you master?" (idc if you replace "master" woth something else if you don't wanna use it) but it's too hot for you to care.

Shaking biting crying (s)creaming rn

Cw: 18+, Petplay, breeding kink (so if it’s not your thing, just skip)

As soon as you mention Steve giving you some little Harrington’s, or better yet, filling you up with them, as a joke at first, you feel that twitch inside you. And after a large gasp of air and a shaky but loud “Oh God” you can feel him throbbing inside you. Shit... Your mind would almost be blurry from how hard and hot he’s throbbing inside your walls, if it wasn’t for seeing his face the second you said that. But then Steve’s filling you with his cum, pushing himself as deep inside as possible, and you’re riding out your own intense orgasm.

You’re not sure if just one thing caused this difference, but whenever Steve cums now when he’s with you, he seems to cum a lot. Like, the amount of his cum is so much. He always shoots deep inside your pussy too, trying to fuck harder and deeper towards the end, and he never backs out once he’s cum. He’s basically cockwarming you after every fuck, laying on top of you, although avoiding pressing his stomach down on yours. Even though afterwards, he always seems to be staring at your tummy too. Lightly stroking it, although he is fondly petting you all over.

There’s so much cum that drips out of you, when Steve eventually can’t beg for you to just lay in bed with him a bit more. Steve will fuck you in the shower the next morning and cum from last night that was way deep in you, is still dripping out, because he came so much, all while he’s fucking you full again. Steve likes to lie back once he’s too over sensitive to stay in you, and just see your pussy stuffed full of his cum. Pearly white smothered all over your entrance, barely even able to see any of it dripping out, because there’s just so much all over your cunt, that it’s all just sticking there.

And when you tell him you’re proud of him, or good job, or that he did so well for you, for seeing how much he gave you, his head gets just that much emptier. Especially when you tell him “Good boy”...

You notice he mainly only wants to fuck your pussy now too. And even if he does want to have sex in a different way, he always wants his first orgasm to be inside you there. He wants to make sure he’s giving you the best of his baby making seed. You don’t realise Steve’s not even been touching himself, to save up for you.

“Making him give you all the cum he has, until he’s drooling all over himself, not a thought in his head except being your personal breeder, your dumb, horny little puppy.” Anon did you know my stomach dropped. This!!!!!! This exactly!!!!

All Steve can think about is breeding you, breeding you, breeding you! He thinks about cum, and you cumming around him, and holding you, and making you so full because he did such a good job of breeding you so full and well.

He’s got to breed you! He has to! He wants to be a good boy. Fill his mistress up so well! He wants you to be full of his cum, and then full of his babies, and he wants to be so happy with you forever, make you happy.

Steve will stuff his face, not just his tongue, his face, inside your pussy, then come back with his tongue out, panting and smiling, and try and fill it up with his seed next.

Steve loves when you call him “puppy” and “good boy” (he also likes “naughty boy” too sssh), but the one time you let slip calling him ‘your breeder’, as he was making you cum on his cock? Steve actually thought he might pass out. He collapsed on top of you then. His sticky chest right on top of yours, as he licked all over your face, still pumping you full of his hard cock.

Steve’s a very good boy for you when you give him commands. Not only does he love hearing your praise, and being such a good boy for you, but he also gets treats.

He’ll start off begging by being cute. Nosing at your hand, or your leg. Nuzzling into you, or even just booping you with his nose. Sometimes he puts your hand on his hair, sometimes he’ll even lick you for your attention. But he’ll sit at your feet, and beg properly most of the time. Whining a little for you, an immediate big smile on his face whenever you look over at him, and his butt waggling, happy in preparation.

He’s usually so good you can’t deny him, unless it’s for teasing purposes. But puppy Stevie is too needy and isn’t thinking enough to always know this, or be patient. He’ll whine more, paw at you a little. If you tell him he can wait with you a little, he’ll curl up into your side. Big puppy eyes up at you, and if you don’t look at him, sighing loudly, occasionally papping you again.

But as soon as you’re crooning over your baby, your puppy, Stevie is melting. He rolls over for you, figuratively and literally, immediately. Steve will be sooo good once he realises you’re playing along. And not just because he’s trying, but he’s in that head space and all he wants is to do as you say, being your good puppy, and getting what he wants too.

Just lays there with his tongue out smiling up at you, already rock hard from having ‘tussled’ with you earlier. But also from when he brought his collar over with his mouth, and you immediately placed it around his neck.

He got so excited as you didn’t even order him to strip, you just helped your poor boy out those clothes because “How did you get in there, huh! Puppy’s don’t wear clothes!” All while you’re petting his hair with one hand, before finally undressing him fully, and letting him lap excitedly at your wrist as he did so. And then you clipped him to his leash, “just so I can keep my good boy close. And in case you have any ideas about being naughty.” You winked only beaming at him, and Steve followed you to the bedroom very happily on all fours, trailing behind you and just watching you with worshipping eyes.

So when you finally start touching him down there, his whines and howls begin. No longer is he smiling as he pants, instead his chest is heaving as his eyes fluttered closed, and he focuses on the feeling of your hand finally around his hard cock.

Steve whines and groans and makes all these little noises as you fuck him. He’s already pretty sensitive when he’s playing with this kink, but feeling you actually finally fuck him makes his brain turn to mush. He just wants to look up at you in all your glory as you bounce on his cock, one hand on his chest, the other lightly on his collar, as you moan about what a good boy he is, and how he’s making you feel so good. He wants to be so good for mistress.

Other times Steve gets to fuck you. Sometimes he wants to pin you down, happily rut on top of you, his tongue hanging happily above your head as he fucks up into you over and over, drool falling onto your tits from this position. But also able to hold you so close, as he cums inside you. Wrap his arms around you and shadow your body with his own, as he completely surrounds you on top, thighs always slapping against your own.

And he keeps cumming inside you, barely even pulling out. Cockwarming for the most part, only able to stand a small break, before he needs to be back in you filling you again.

Other times you’ll get on all fours for him to fuck you that way, and Steve takes his breeder role very seriously then. Even if you’re pulling on his leash bringing him forwards and back, in that position, Steve really feels like it’s his job to just breed you so good. Lays his entire warm chest on your back, wraps his arms lovingly around your tummy, as he humps up into you, feeling like he’s mating with you. Of course sometimes Steve is pinning you in less like a puppy way, and more of an alpha one, but more on that later.

Whenever Steve has to break his “Pets don’t speak” rule when he’s being a good boy with you, he always follows up with a pet name, either something sweet and loving, or mistress, or something like that. So you know he’s still being a good boy, he just couldn’t help himself!! He’s really needy.

This normally doesn’t get him a chiding, not when he’s actually just being his overexcited self, and you’d never be mean to him for that, or he’s close. You’ll get time where you and Steve haven’t even begun to have sex, he’s just being wild, but free. You can see in his eyes, he’s finally relaxed, in a happy state, and you’ll play with him and let him be silly, if that’s what Steve needs. You love your boyfriend for who he is anyway.

Steve just breaks when he is close. He’s begging for you, slipping from groans and sighs to words, pleading. “Pl-Please. Can I cum?” Looking at you with eyes so desperate, collar banging against his neck as both your thrusts get sloppier. “Need to cum. Wanna... wanna cum in you mistress. Please...” He’ll beg you with all his puppy tricks in the book, clawing at you. “Need to breed you. Need... need to fill. Make you mine. Gonna- wanna breed you. Please. Make you so full, please mistress. Wanna be your good boy.” These are the most words he can get out, he’s too fucked to form more coherent sentences. But he lathers you with thanks and affection and even more worship if you let him then.

If you tell him he has to wait, and especially if it’s because he spoke and “Puppies don’t talk, do they baby?” Then he’ll try and hold off. Slowing down his thrusts, or sticking his face in your body to try and control himself. Because he doesn’t want to be bad. But he needs to know when he’s finally allowed to cum, because, even if you’ve been doing all the work up until this point, he has to fuck you so he can jam his cock up your cunt, and explode as deeply stuffed inside of you as possible.

All the while, as he drains his cum into you, fucking his load further and sticklily deep into your walls, hoping it sticks. He’s thanking you, and begging for it to work.

You’ll hold him and stroke his hair. Promising he did such a good job. He bred you so well. Even if it’s just for practice. He’s gonna be a good daddy some day. But right now, Steve’s your good puppy. And has he done so good! You’re so proud of him. He’s bred you so well, just like you wanted. You’ll even get him to see your cum splattered thighs, from your own juices, again to remind him.

Sometimes Steve is overeager, and just so happy to be playing, so overtaken by your pleasure, that he’ll forget his main goal in the moment. It’s happened once or twice, where Steve’s been on his back, and as you were giving him a handjob or blowjob, he suddenly starts thrusting very enthusiastically, until he’s spilling all into your hand, and all over himself. You’ll of course help him finish, but after he’s come down with a very satisfied expression on his face, you’ve crooned “Look at you. You’ve made a mess, all over yourself!” Only when Steve gets a good look at his cum, splattered all over his tummy and down his thighs, do you soothe him with gentle strokes, and tummy rubs, spreading the mixture deeper. “Puppy was too overexcited huh?” You didn’t blame him. You knew he might feel bad about wasting ‘prime’ cum, so you just let him focus on and enjoy the pleasure he just had. And at least he gets to feel more like your dumb overeager puppy.

And there’s no escape from his tongue when he’s licking your face. It’s all over you, you have to scrunch your eyes, it’ll go over your nose, your ears, your chin, your eyebrows, and it will try to jam its way inside your mouth. Just licking over your mouth, over, and over again, so consumingly, so surrounded by just Steve’s tongue, until you have to open your mouth to breathe. Then Steve will be whining happily, because he gets to stick his tongue in there, and lap up the inside of your mouth. No thoughts, just happy with the feeling, and taste there. Just smiling as he licks up your mouth, and over your pink tongue. Swaying his hips, maybe with his little tail attached.

Steve also gets more of an oral fixation during pet play. Obviously aside from the licking, which there is a lot of. He is obsssed with your pussy. Slobbers all over it. He practically actually tries to eat it, not with teeth, but just swallowing, and licking as deep inside as his wiggling and needy tongue can get, then whining pressed against your mound because he can’t get deeper.

Just loves licking all over it. Especially because it makes it more slick so he can just slip right in! But also, it makes him feel quite feral. And Steve loves pleasing you like this anyway. Head empty, heart full of breeding you, cumming, and pleasing his mistress.

He doesn’t want to be Steve. He wants to be “puppy” and that’s it. It’s a time where he can relax, and not be someone with so many responsibilities. Especially knowing not only are you accepting of his kink, but you also like taking part? Steve just can wait to melt and have some puppy time with you.

So when you buy him a pretty little collar, and a leash, (maybe some ears and a tail depending on how far you wanna go), Steve just about cries. He’s already at your feet, nuzzling into your ankle as he softly thanks you. But when you ask if he wants you to put them on, he’s buzzing straight into sitting up. Waggling his butt, and sitting still like a good boy. Big shining eyes up at you, as you attach the collar. You’re trying to place your fingers down his neck, ask if it’s too loose, or to tight, but Steve is already jumping you. And he’s pretty tall! He has his hands on your shoulders and he’s lapping all over your face in thanks, and you can only giggle as you let him give you kissies like he wants, before readjusting the collar for him.

Steve likes when you tug on his leash. But one time he wrapped you up in it on purpose, when he was being a very bad boy.

Got you all tied up in his leash by tricking you. Then when you were tied, he gave one tug with his teeth, and you were stuck, on the floor with no way up. No way out, without help from Steve. He definitely made a bit of a show, teasing, about looking at you, instead of helping out.

Sometimes Steve can be a naughty puppy... You’ll be bending over, to grab something, and suddenly your horny boy is right behind you, grabbing you tightly, and humping up into you so well you can’t escape. Pushing you to the floor, on all fours, so he can hump into you even more, needy little sounds coming through him.

Steve sometimes gives you lots of licks on your cheeks, to say hello, and he was just too excited to ‘greet’ you! He’s just your silly pup, who doesn’t really realise he’s breaking the rules, he’s just so excited your home! You’re back, and you smell so good, and he’s all tingly down there, so he can playfully roughhouse you to the ground, then begin to greet you with his thrusting hips, watching you sink into submitting to his not so according to the rules greeting. All the while he’s smiling so happily because you’re back! Loving on you so much.

Other times, Steve will growl. And he’ll hold onto your waist tighter. Digging his hard clothed cock into you as he keeps humping. Maybe even pushing your head down to the ground, for dominance, but keeping your hips up for the babymaking angle.

Sometimes like that, he’ll call you his bitch, since he’s the alpha. Or his personal breeding bag, his cum dump, where he’s gonna deposit all his seed, by fucking you silly, until you’re full and swollen by Steve, of Steve.

Sometimes he’ll hump your leg. This doesn’t always mean he’s being naughty. Sometimes he’s just mindless and horny and wants to get your attention so bad and this is easy. He’s not even always thinking about it, he just starts doing it on instinct, and cause it feels so good.

It makes him feel really good, and he’ll jump up on you, as he drools over your leg, just slobbering down it as his blissed out face is smushed into your warm leg, mindlessly humping away, without a care in the world. Just what feels good, with you close.

Sometimes his head is closer to your cunt as well, and as he drools all over your thigh while he rests against it, he’ll pull his head up to be able to place his head closer there. He’ll lick over your clothes down there as he’s humping your leg, trying to lick you out through your pants. And if you let him, he’ll eat you out as he humps your leg. He loves that.

Sometimes when Steve’s in that headspace, and he knows you’ll be home soon, and he’s feeling naughty and needy, he’ll grab some clothes of yours, make them into a nest, and start grinding into them. Letting his pre smear all over your clothes, although saving his cum for you. You get jumped before you can even close the door. And Steve really wants you fuck you in his little nest he’s made. To show you just how much he needed you, how he missed you, showing his love for you.

Steve just loves being able to let his mind rest, and loll his tongue out as he smiles happily, being able to breed you, and being called your good boy, all cause of it.

[boxingcleverrr]

So with the mind-boggling hilarity of people feeling the need to defend taking care of their skin, I wanted to do an update of my original skincare post. That I of course can't find, presently, as the search function on this site is still useless!

First of all, come to terms with the fact that you are walking around with a giant organ on the outside of your body (ahurhurhur).

Yes, preventing skin cancer is priority one when it comes to your dermis. Sunscreen isn't the only defense, having skin with a healthy moisture barrier is part of that prevention as well. ALSO, one thing a lot of those posts desperately yelping "It'S nOt BeAuTy StAnDaRdS!" leave out is, uh, the scary shit that can happen to your skin when you're elderly. Your skin WILL get thinner, that's just aging. Taking care of it now (keeping it stretchy and moisturized) gives it a better chance of not being paper-thin, to the point that the person taking care of you has to be mindful not to freaking tear it off of you just helping you get dressed.

If you have a strong stomach, go ahead and read some stories from hospice and other types of elder care workers. There's a whole contraption for lowering people down slowly if they're about to fall, all to prevent skin splitting or sloughing off.

Age spots are beautiful. Care-worn wrinkles and laugh lines are beautiful. Your arm skin sloughing off like a glove is not.

Fucking moisturize.

Is a side effect of that care often fewer of those lines? Sure, MAYBE, sometimes. It also doesn't at ALL require 18 expensive steps. Even before I left my job I was mainly using the best I could find for the least amount of money. Almost everything listed I've been using for over a year at least! Aldi-brand skincare is amazingly quality, as you'll see.

Washing:

Lacura Foaming Gel Cleanser: Super gentle and nice for a daily face wash. When I want to use it as a makeup-remover, I'll pump it into a super-soft sea sponge so I can scrub a bit more, albeit gently.

I don't get big breakouts much at this point (regular cleansing and moisturizing will usually chill your skin out eventually re: feeling the need to over-produce oil). But I do keep some Neutrogena Face Wash around for when I get breakouts anywhere, maybe a handful of times a month.

I don't know how much benefit I REALLY see from toner, as far as my pores. They seem fine! Mostly I just loooove the feeling of swiping it on fresh from the fridge, and the coolness does calm down the skin and sooth any puffiness. I still make my own Rosewater Toner with wilting discount grocery store roses and a few drops of lavender oil.

Goops:

Lacura Day And/Or Night Creams: These are SO AFFORDABLE (I'm using Amazon links for ease of reference, they are WAY cheaper directly from Aldi) and make your skin feel like butter. After washing and toning one or the other is what I glop on next, and a little goes a long way. Night cream is important because the skin under your eyes especially is so super thin, it needs that protection as we get older. But eye creams tend to be STUPID EXPENSIVE. Lacura is around $4 at Aldi and I legit see very little difference between it and the unsustainably expensive ones I've tried in the past.

Ponds Dry Skin Cream: The old reliable. I have used it since I was 19 and Oprah said it was good, lol. If you use nothing else on your face, use this (but also sunscreeen, dear gods). After Day or Night cream, this comes next.

A good rule of thumb for all moisturizers is that you don't want it to disappear into your skin immediately OR stay too greasy. As I've gotten older, this one sits on my skin longer, so I tend to only use it at night in the summer. Once it gets cold and dry out, though, morning and night baby.

Vaseline Cocoa Radiant: For the all-over-rest-of-me, you really can't beat it. After every shower or bath, all over everything, damnit. LUBE YOUR DERM.

Oil:

Olive Oil Squalane: My last step of the night is topping my face with a good Squalane before bed. My old job discontinued the one I swear by, pictured above, which, I have no idea why? It feels soooo nice and I saw such good results in the winter especially. I bought up a bunch of bottles from work before it disappeared, haha but there are soooo many options out there for a lot of different prices. Basically you want the main ingredients to be Olive Oil & Herbs, usually Rosemary.

Treat Yourself Tier:

Innersense Harmonic Treatment Oil: I was given a gift card to them for my birthday last year, and yeah they're reeeeeally wom-wom and a little insufferable in their marketing, and they're expensive. HOWEVER, this stuff is infuriatingly great? Nothing was helping my dry scalp until this. I use it instead of the Squalane maybe once a week on my face as well, and it definitely clears up any redness or irritation right away. How dare it be good and also $25 an ounce. But if you can treat yourself, why not!

Dead Sea Mud Masks: Masks are FUN, damnit. If you can ignore all the annoying "detoxing" claims and blah blah, it is a fact that mud masks can really flush out those pores. And they feel nice!

General Habits:

Wash Your Pillowcases: They're full of your face goo, skin cells, and slobber. Not only good for your skin, but just nice. Wash your sheets/bedding more regularly in general, if you're like me then I know you're not doing it enough. Make the change to fragrance-free detergent now if you haven't already, that shit could start bothering your skin at ANY time. My mother never had a problem with good ol' Tide, until she turned 60 and suddenly ANY fragranced soaps made her skin explode.

Wash Your Makeup Tools: Same as above, I regularly gross myself out watching all the GUNK that's stored in the pretty pink makeup brushes.

Wash Hats, Headbands, Etc: Hopefully the pattern is sinking in. If it touches your skin regularly? It should be washed regularly. It's easy to remember that your clothes do, of course, but there's so many other things as well that are fulla your skin cells, various products, pollution, and sebum. Scientists could probably clone you with access to the inner band of your favorite hat alone.

SUN SCREEN: EVERY TIME YOU GO OUT IN VIEW OF THE FIRE ORB. Sensitive face/skin? Baby sunscreen. I know texture is a big thing for people, but there are lots of different brands out there that have lots of different textures, ingredients, scents, etc. Don't give up on it just because Coppertone makes you break out, you owe it to yourself to find the thing that works for you. Skin cancer is a bitch that spares no one, not even Hugh Nicest Man Ever Jackman.

Drink Water: You know it, I know it, same as above, find the way to get regular hydration in that works for you. I personally like making my own fruity flavored syrups to dash in things. Hydrated skin begins from within, blah blah blah.

Vitamins: Take a multi-vitamin, get your vitamin D. The sun is not BEAMING VITAMINS INTO YOUR PORES, it synthesis it. A quick google will tell you that 8-10 minutes in the sun A DAY is all you need. So don't let anyone tell you BUT YOUR VITAMIN D!!!!!!! when you're layering on your sun screen. Take your vitamins, get a teaspoon of sun regularly, and then GOOP UP.

I'm no expert, just someone with a mother & grandmother who greatly regret/regretted their lack of skin care as younger women. My mom is 75 and she has lines and spots, and she's beautiful! But her skin can tear after a clumsy trip into a door frame. She's listening to her dermatologist now to the letter, and I too would like to avoid that as much as possible! We all deserve to like how our spongy flesh prisons feel.

[pbandjesse]

I don't know why but I felt absolutely horrible for most of today. It honestly scares me. Like I just want everything to be okay in my body. I want the person I'm growing to be okay. But I feel horrible so I am also just scared. We go to the doctor tomorrow so hopefully they can give me some answers or comfort?

Most of today was still good. I tried to push through how bad I felt to enjoy my day with James.

I didn't sleep good. I almost threw up a few times last night and hurt my throat. When James got back they tried to take care of me but I was just really upset. It wasn't fun.

I woke up a lot. And when I woke up this morning I just did not feel good. I would get up and took a shower and tried to feel better.

I really liked my outfit. James would come lay with me for a little bit. Helped me chose shoes and I chose these orange loafers because I need to break them in and we had a few minutes of laughing and being silly trying to get them on my feet. They actually would be really comfortable but would cause a blister on my left foot. Ouchie.

We decided we would go to breakfast at a pancake house we haven't ever been too. And then we would go to the zoo. Then errands. And even though it was a little rainy and drizzly it would actually be a really nice time.

The pancake house has terrible vibes. It was very classy formerly a club? The layout was very bad. But the food was actually really good. James got a coconut waffle and I got avocado toast. My only bad thing was the soda was a bottle and not a fountain soda but I lived. And I really enjoyed my breakfast.

We were overhearing the conversation next to us. About a tattoo shop and James didn't say anything until we left but one of them was a football player??? Neat!

After brunch we drove over to the zoo. And I'm so glad we went today. We had umbrellas but we barely needed them. The drizzle was pleasent. And we got to see so many amazing behaviors from the animals!

We were mainly there to see the otter, Nora, before she moved to Virginia. But we saw so many other great things.

We started with the penguins. The volunteer over there chatted to us about the BMI and how he wants to donate some neat stuff he has. And then we meet inside the penguin building and one of the penguins was in the water and I was running back and forth with him. It was great.

The flamingos were fighting?? Just yelling at eachother. So many animals were out and about and it was awesome.

At the monkey house we got to see so many chimps up close. And at one point they all yelled and the two babies went to their mom's to breast feed?? It was so special to see that.

We were surprised how many squirrels were in the outside lemer enclosures eating their food and the lemers looked so concerned.

When we did finally make it over to the otters we had to run back and forth to catch them but finally one of them swam up to the tank and twisted around and it was an amazing encounter. Just so wonderful. I felt really lucky. And I was excited that James got to see them. They love the otters.

I was losing a little steam. But I held it together. My stomach was not feeling good but I was still having fun.

I liked seeing the snakes and frogs and bats. We went to look at the goats and pigs and alpacas. And then we decided that we had seen just about everything and headed out.

The walk out was a little hard on me because it is uphill. And the rain had picked up. But James held an umbrella over me and called me a princess. I love them so much.

We got out of there after stopping at the gift shop. Didn't get anything. But we did stop at the big sign outside when another couple asked us to take a picture and they took ours. It was very sweet.

Another couple asked us if it was a good time in the parking lot and we told them to make sure they go see the otters. And then we were off again.

My feet hurt very bad. I kept my shoes off in the car. We had made a pretty solid list for target. And when we got there we did a pretty good job just sticking to that list. Some toiletries. Some food. Some hangers for James's hats. I was starting to not be able to hold it together anymore. My stomach isn't hurt to much. It was time to go home.

When we got back here we brought everything inside and I came upstairs to lay down. James would bring me some candy. But soon I was fast asleep.

I woke up not feeling much better. Eating dinner would help a little. But I was just absolutely feeling bad today. James would hold me and try their best to help. I would get very upset with them later when I was asking for something and they weren't understanding and then I felt really bad for getting so mad.

I would take a bath. And it helped a little bit I still don't feel good. I really hope tomorrow they can give me something or at least reassure me that I just have to power through.

I'm going to go brush my teeth and try and sip water. And hopefully fall asleep easy.

My appointment is first thing in the morning. I am not going to lie. I'm very scared that something is wrong. But I really hope that it's a positive appointment. Send me good thoughts. I love you all. Good night!

[hikarry]

How long does it actually take you to style your hair? I'm considering cutting my hair short, but if it's too much work fuck it

Ah, well. The time really depends on your haircut and the effort you want to put into it

I have a friend that literally just gets up and his hair is done. He doesn't have to do shit

Me, on the other hand, have to wash it every day (to wash away the wax from the previous day), blowdry it and shape it back with wax. And sometimes the shaping is hit or miss. Some days my hair looks hella good and others I just can't get it to behave and I feel like a rat the whole day

Answering your question tho: if we count the shower time, the blowdrying and the styling I would say I spend half an hour on my hair alone every day. But that's mainly cause I'm fussy and I don't rest until I get it at least decent.

Compare that with the long hair I used to have: I didn't wash it every day nor blewdry it every day either. In the morning I mostly just brushed it and in 3 minutes I was done

I confess when I cut my hair I thought I would have less work than I had with long hair (the days that I did wash my hair took me a long ass time. Washing and drying would go up to 2 hours), but nah. Even considering the 2 hours, I think I had less work with long hair than short hair, mainly because long hair you could wash it the night before. Short hair, if you actually want to get it in shape, you have to wake up earlier to be able to wash it, shape it and give it volume with the blowdrier and wax it. If you wash your hair the night before, the next day is a nightmare, even if you blowdry it. Your hair will either be too flat or sticking out everywhere and impossible to control

So, yeah. It all depends on the haircut really

My hair is longer now (gonna cut it next week FINALLY), but my usual haircut is very similar to season 2 Crowley (slightly shorter on the sides tho). If you want to go with something similar, be ready for a lot of work

Do I wish I could use miracles to keep it in shape

[shadowscommand]

ooooh farah and alex, do you have any headcanons and thoughts on them? i hope we get to see them back in the new season raid!!

oh my god like a million. i really do think about them a lot but since they're very sweet i don't tend to post about them a ton y'know I'm bad w fluff :P. but YEAH alexfarah (sfw mainly but some nsfw at the end):

Alex had to be coerced to actually admit his feelings to her. not because he doesn't love her but bc he was too worried about bothering her bc she's Constantly busy. once he was healed and working with warcom they still were not together. only because of talking to Mara and Morte and Wyatt did he get the courage to ask her out.

she sends him good morning texts ! every day ! it's part of her routine. shes p much always awake before him so she never misses apart from missions and things.

ive said this in a post before but i think alex is very interested in music. he listens to new artists often and sends songs farah's way when he thinks she'll like something.

farah in general doesn't have a ton of interests (she doesn't have the TIME or the focus to get deep into something that isn't work) but alex does. she loves listening to him explain the layers of a game, a tv show, or music just to hear him talk about something he has genuine care for.

farah makes great, great coffee. alex cant have coffee made by anyone else because he constantly just thinks 'meh. not as good as farahs.'

she doesn't baby him about his leg but she is very serious about him taking care of the skin on his stump. she will avidly remind him to get lotion for the skin there so it won't be dry and cracked and irritated when he goes to put his prosthetic on. she does also sometimes help him bathe (he doesn't need the help but he is not going to say no to taking a shower with farah)

farah isn't huge on pda and alex really isnt either. at most they hold hands and sit closer than most others. in private though, farah almost always has a leg or two over alex's. hes very much the little spoon.

farah does suffer from night terrors and sleep paralysis. she normally does Not Sleep well bc of these but its nicer when alex is there with her. he tends to her after she wakes up either in a panic or frozen in place.

nsfw section (tw for very vague mentions of past sexual assault):

farah has trauma related to sex so she likes to stay mostly clothed during. tank top/t shirt staying on is a must. alex is unbothered by this and tries to stay very conscious of how farah is feeling in the moment.

alex is very open-minded in terms of things hes into. he dabbles into bdsm and degradation kinks/name calling and such but he doesn't bring that up to farah very much for fear of unsettling her.

however, farah does not like to feel babied. she does not like to think alex is holding back for her sake. she grew very comfortable with alex very quickly and that includes calling him out when she feels like he's making decisions for her during sex.

BUT ! because of this their sex life is very healthy. alex knows what farah is curious about. he himself was very excited to get farah into pegging and he gets pegged every chance they get. strap game off the charts.

[cryptidsurveys]

Saturday, October 12th, 2024.

What happened last night? Not much. It was a pretty typical night for me. I ate dinner, cleaned the litter boxes, chatted with my dad for a bit, then went upstairs to listen to part of a podcast before getting ready for bed.

Who is the last boy you hugged? My dad.

What was the last thing you thought? I was trying to think of the last guy I hugged who wasn't my dad and realized I have absolutely no idea.

What are you thinking about right now? How one of my kitties would rather walk across my desk/keyboard than curl up on my lap. I think she's finally settling down, though.

Would you have sex with the last person you sent a message to? No.

Would you consider yourself spoiled? I would consider myself very fortunate to have the life I do, but I wouldn't consider myself spoiled.

What was the last text you sent? It was a text to my dad to let him know I was on the way home from the animal shelter earlier.

Do you break things when you are mad? I have in the past. Definitely not my proudest moments.

Whose hoodie did you last wear besides your own? I don't think I've ever worn a hoodie that wasn't mine.

Did something happen today that made you angry? Ever so slightly frustrated, but nowhere near angry.

What did you do today? I woke up shortly before 5:00am, watched some Youtube, took a shower and got dressed around 5:30am, ate breakfast while reading Youtube comments, got my bag ready, and then I sat in the family room and talked with my dad until 7:00am. Drove to the animal shelter and was there from around 7:20am-11:30am. Drove home, took a shower, had lunch (with yet more Youtube comment reading), cleaned the upstairs bathroom, and then picked out this survey to take.

What did you do Friday night? Last night was Friday night, so I already mentioned it above.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? Terrified.

Are you lying to yourself about something? I'm feeling confused/conflicted about certain things, but I don't think I'm lying to myself. I'm just trying to take the necessary time to figure out how I really feel.

Is your bed comfortable? It seems that way, but I often wake up stiff and achy. Maybe I'm just getting older, maybe it's my sleeping positions, or maybe I need a better pillow.

Does it take a lot to make you happy? No. The littlest things can bring me a lot of joy. Cuddling with my cats. Feeling cozy and cute in my favorite outfits. Shopping for and eating holiday treats. Snowy, rainy, or cloudy weather. Picnicking at the Mountain Park. All the kitties at the animal shelter. A relaxing drive while listening to classical music. Autumn leaves. New podcasts from my faves. Memes and silly videos from my best friend. Spending time with my dad. Etc.

Your best friend says to you now, “let's go to a party and get trashed!”? I would assume it was a joke, like there was an incoming punchline, because that's not something either one of us are inclined to enjoy.

Who knows mainly all of your secrets? My dad, my therapist, Oliver, and one of my ex-partners.

Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now? There are a number of people "on my mind" thanks to this survey. It's not anyone specific. Some I can go a day without thinking about, and some I cannot.

What were you doing at 1 in the morning? I was sleeping.

If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find? Several pillows and blankets, a book, and two of my kitties.

Were you single over last summer? Yeah.

Has anyone ever told you, you have pretty eyes? Yeah.

Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? No.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? I don't know. A few.

When you think of the rainbow, what pops in your head? The rainbow cat hide-away we have at the shelter. It disappeared for a while, but I found it again the other day…only for it to disappear again…

Is the person you last texted single? Yeah.

Was last night terrible? No. There was nothing terrible about it. It was just a normal, chill night.