#i miss you. thank you for not lying to me. i didn't want to believe it.

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Doctor's Orders

Summary: in which you can now finally get the fucking from your husband, Nanami, you've been missing out on because of a stupid injury Warnings: smut, fluffy, a little angsty, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus, cumplay, unfortunately has a little daddy kink, breeding kink to the max, pussy slapping, dumbification, praise, dirty talk, a little degradation, cum eating, some swearing, very loveydovey - sickeningly so, emotional near the end, not proofread Word Count: 3.1k

“Thank you, Doctor.

You hang up the phone, grinning ear to ear and practically vibrating with excitement. With haste, you run to your husband’s office, the door swinging and slamming. He doesn’t flinch nor look up from the stack of papers on his desk. If you didn't know him so well, you might have found that discouraging, a sign he's too busy for you. But your Kento could never possibly be too busy for his darling wife. 

“Sweetheart,” he begins, a little tired, you can tell, “before you start, I hope I won’t need to remind you once more that I will not let you anywhere near my cock until you’ve fully recovered.”

Slithering behind him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders like you’ve been doing every day and every night since your accident, hoping to make him change his mind. Kento smells clean; he always does. But that cleanliness, that natural scent of a man so disciplined, controlled, and patient, drives you insane. Perhaps that’s why, when you next speak, there’s a hint of crazy in your voice. “It’s great then, Kenny baby, that I’ve been given a clean bill of health, isn’t it?”

His pen clatters. 

Kento gulps. “You know how I feel about lying, darling.”

Your lips skim the shell of his ear, blowing on the sensitive spot there to watch him shiver and grip your wrists with firm hands.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Ken. Not about this. Call him yourself if you don’t believe me.”

And that’s how you find yourself sprawled on his desk, those boring sheets of paper scattered all over the floor. You’re giggling, head thrown back, when he rips your panties off, baring you to the cold air and his desperately observant eyes.

“Oh, God, you’re soaked.” Thumbing your clit just to watch it twitch, he marvels at the swollen lips of your sloppy cunt as if he’s seeing it for the first time. He’s got your legs spread, pushed far and wide to their limits so he can look at you — really look at you. “You're sure he told you you're all clear, yes?"

"Healthy as a horse, Kenny!"

He groans. The promise of all that the go-ahead brings is making his knees weak. "I’ve missed this. Her. You. Ah, fuck, I can’t wait anymore. Forgive me, my love.”

That’s all the warning you get before his mouth descends upon you. Immediately, loud slurping resounds. Your husband is feral, moaning and groaning at your scent, your taste, and your warmth. Everything overwhelms him, and he can’t seem to focus his sight because when you meet his eyes through his fogged glasses, they’re half-lidded and glossy. 

“Tastes so good, darling. I love the way you taste. So sweet. My sweet wife. So pretty for me.”

He’s mumbling, muttering, musing about anything and everything he’s seeing and feeling, and his narration sends jolts of lightning through your spine. Working two thick fingers inside your pussy, he attempts to soothe your pained whimpering with an especially eager suck of your clit. You whine even more, hands flying and pulling at his hair. 

“It’s alright, s-sweetheart. Kento’s got you. He’s sorry, so very sorry. B-but you need to be stretched out thoroughly, remember? It’s been too long so be good for me and take deep breaths, alright? There you go.”

You’re writhing on his desk, sending paperweights tumbling off the mahogany and onto the floor. Neither of you pay any mind to the thumping. “K-ken, more, stretch me out more, please! Want to take your cock soon. Need to.”

Fitting a third finger in, you tug at his hair harder, biting your lip to hold back the moan threatening to leave. Every time he scissors his fingers in, pushing your gummy walls to their limits, he curls those fingers against that gooey spot inside you. Always taking care of you even before his own needs. That very sentiment forces you over the edge, body tensing up, crying out his name. 

“Oh, I’ve missed that beautiful face you make when you cum. You’re gorgeous. So gorgeous. That’s it, sweetheart, ride my tongue, good girl. Hmm.”

Kento laps up every wave of cream you grace his mouth, muttering expressions of gratitude as he gulps all the drops he can, lips and chin soaked and shiny, and it still isn’t enough. “Do you think you have one more in you, darling? I-I don’t think I had my fill.”

Dazed, you can barely hear the pleadings he makes. He taps your cheek, spreading your wetness on your skin to wake you. Much is still left to be done, and he won't let you get in the way of your pleasures. You gasp. 

“Ah, I’m sorry, love. Oh, how terrible of me. I’m making a mess of my wife. Here, let me clean you up,” he says right before his tongue licks up the remnants of your juices. He groans and then laughs. “D-do you see what you’ve done to me? I told you I was fine, that I could push my needs away, but I'm starting to think I was lying. I think they might've gotten the best of me, actually.”

When he makes a move to sit back into his leather chair and continue tasting you, you grab his face and keep his focus on your own. “Ken, you’re shaking. Are you okay?”

He slumps over you, bent at an awkward angle, but he doesn’t seem to care. All sticky and sweaty, he suckles one breast through your —his— shirt and flicks the other nipple with his fingers, eyes fluttering shut at the melodic sounds of your moans. 

“Yes. Yes, sorry. I just — I can’t, ha fuck— S-sorry, I’m a little overwhelmed. Would you hate me if I was selfish? If I just filled you up right away? I feel as if I might die if I don’t feel you around me soon, my love. Can I? Please. I’ll try to be gentle, I promise.”

Before you’ve even made the first nod, he’s fisting his cock and sliding his length through your slit, thoroughly coating his length with your wetness. His tip is leaking already, and the pearlescent beads drip down your clit in a tantalising dance. Kento gulps. Hard. 

With his head thrown back, he wallows in the feel of you, reminding himself what he’s been missing and abstaining from, telling himself he doesn’t yet deserve because of what he’s let happen to you in the first place. 

But now you’re fine. Now you’re laid out for him like the most splendid feasts, and his morals seem to have disappeared. He’ll repent later. 

Hurried and somewhat clumsy, his erratic movements almost make you laugh, and they would have if you weren't just as needy as he is.

“How’s your ribs, love? Any discomfort?” He lifts your shirt up, partly to see if there’s still any bruising and partly to see your breasts bounce when he finally thrusts into you. At the shake of your head, he smiles, shaky and fleeting, before his brows furrow. “You know our safe word, don’t you, honey? If, at any point, I’m hurting you, please say something, alright?”

Then, he’s inside you in one unrelenting thrust. 

“Oh, God.” He grunts, fingers digging into your hips. “Oh, God, sweetheart. Y-you feel so -ngh- g-good.”

All you can do is moan his name on repeat as he pounds you without reservation. Deafening squelches, creaking wood, slapping skin — all those sounds make you dizzy, stealing your senses. You’re grabbing his biceps for purchase, and the hard muscles flex under your grip. “Ken! Yes, fuck! I missed this soooooo much.”

“Me too, h-honey. It’s been so —ha, d-don’t clamp down on me like that— so long. My memory wasn’t cutting it anymore. Neither was my fist. Oh, that’s n-not so gentlemanly of me, is it?”

He throws his sweater off, overstimulated by the scratchy material which stuck to his skin from the clamminess, revealing the sharp contours of his torso and a light dusting of blonde hair on his chest. Abs burning with each ragged thrust of his leaking cock, he pushes through the exhaustion his out-of-practice body’s experiencing. 

Craning your neck, you urge, “K-kiss. I want a kiss, Ken.”

Those plush lips are on yours faster than you can process. You groan into each other’s mouths. Anything more than pecks had been forbidden by him lest they tempted either of you to go further before you were ready. It was killing you both. He needed your kisses like air, and yet he couldn’t even get his morning boosts, as he called it, before he went off to work; his coworkers were suffering under his short fuse. 

“Can you taste yourself, sweetheart? Hmm? Can you —oh, you’re so t-tight— t-taste how sweet you are?”

Shaking your head, you admit, “I just taste you, Ken.”

He shuts his eyes tight, pulling back abruptly and fisting the base of his throbbing cock. “T-that’s bad of you, darling. Very bad. You’re gonna make your husband cum too early. Can’t have that, can we? N-no, you come first. Always. Ha, I didn’t mean to make a pun. S-sorry.”

There are so many positions he wants to do, so many different ways to make you see stars, to make you fall apart in his arms so he can rebuild you back up again, yet he feels there isn’t enough time. It’ll never be enough time. Not even infinity could satiate his need for you but he sure as hell will keep trying. All these thoughts rush through his mind, rendering him stupid, he thinks. Too stupid to keep track of what he’s saying anymore, at least.

You tease, “Dad jokes come so easily to you, don’t they? Oh, you’d be such a good dadd—AH! Ken! Fuck!”

Kento rams his cock all the way back in, your clit tickled by the hairs at his base. He’s reaching every nook and cranny, massaging your pleats with his massive girth, stretching you to your limits and beyond. “Don’t do that. Don’t tease me like that. If you do, I -ngh- might j-just fuck a baby into you and become a real daddy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’ll get all big and swollen. I’ll have to tie y-your shoes for you, soothe the —oh, are you close, honey? You’re fucking down onto me like you are— w-what was I saying? Oh, yes. Papa Ken will soothe the aches on your feet and fuck you g-gently when your -hah- hormones get the best of you, won't he?”

His fingers splay out on your stomach, pressing down hard. You tighten impossibly more, and you swear you can feel his cock get bigger as he feels for his length through your skin. “Yes, Ken! You’ll take such good care of me.”

“That’s right, m-my love. Papa Ken will keep his f-family happy. Safe. What happened to you, to your beautiful, perfect body, will never happen again. Do you hear me? I’ll keep you safe. Kento will keep you and our b-baby safe.”

Your left hand is carried over to his lips. He breathes warmth into your ring and kisses it, all while keeping his eyes on you. "You sure you won't regret saying that? I'm gonna look all ugly and fat—Ow!"

Kento's slapped your clit. Tutting, he warns, "Don't talk about my wife like that. You couldn't p-possibly ever look -ngh!- u-ugly. In fact, I'm certain I won't be able to keep my hands off you."

He cups both breasts, which bounce with the sheer power in his hips as he works that girthy cock inside you. From where you're laid out, you think you see drool slipping out the corner of his mouth. A crazed look shines in those eyes, blocked only by his foggy glasses �� though he resents how they get in the way, he resents even more that he wouldn't be able to see you as clearly without them.

"I especially wouldn't be able to keep my hands off these. Have I ever told you that even before we got married, I imagined these full of milk? Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll help you pump. I'll squeeze them out for you. You won't ever have to lift a finger."

Grinning, you clench down hard on his cock. You both moan. "W-when they get too full, will you drink the milk instead, Ken?"

Hips picking up speed, you're being pushed further and further back on the edge, head dangling. He's no longer looking at your face, just where you're both connected, eyes trained on the ring of cream at his base like to look anywhere else would send him cumming before you, and that just won't do.

"Y-you're too cruel on your poor husband, my love. God, you know just what to say to get what you -hah- want, don't you? My b-beautiful little slut. Must have been starving for cum, no? It's alright. Kenny will take care of you, even when you're all -oh fuck, I'm close- m-mean and grumpy because you can't see your toes."

Babbling now, you can't even respond to his provocations. Your brain's fried from the overwhelming pleasure being fucked into you. The vision of him, grey-haired and bigger from putting on dad weight, has your clit throbbing, perfectly stimulated with every harsh grind of his pelvis against yours. He's no longer concerned about your ribs. You're not even sure he remembers that they were bruised before.

"I know, I know. You're very close now, aren't you? That's alright, dear. Just let go. Kento's g-got you. Show him just how much you love him, won't you? M-make him -hngh f-fuck- p-proud, sweetheart."

The tenderness, the adoration, the damn near deification in his voice drives you over the edge, and your pussy pulses around his cock, the thick veins there stimulating your gummy walls. Sudden tightness stealing his breath, he shudders and follows. Almost at the same time, you both orgasm, steamy air suffocating whilst you both gulp air down desperately. Scalding ropes of cum pool inside your squelching pussy, branding you from the inside. "Soooo goood! T-thank you! Fuck, Ken, I feel so full." 

Many seconds pass while you calm down from your high, vision blurry from the tears. A quietness, welcoming and homely, settles in his office. You’re growing aware of the mess you’ve made and the fact that neither of you have even begun to think about dinner even as the sun sets but you don’t move, much too content to absorb that deep satisfaction you’ve been seeking this entire time. 

Fat drops of wetness fall on your skin. It startles you. “Oh my God! K-ken, you’re crying.”

He shakes his head when you attempt to get up. 

“I’m -hah- alright, love.” Still rocking his cock into you, he keeps your cum, mixed up and making a sticky, gloopy mess, inside as much as he can. You’re plugged up nice and full, exactly how he wants you. “Just happy you’re alright now. Ha, for a while I thought you might forever be bruised and hurt. Silly, isn’t it?”

Hips stuttering to a slow stop, he nuzzles the palm of your hand, taking a deep inhale to calm himself with your scent. He never shies away from expressing his innermost thoughts and it’s one of the things you love about him. But the sight of him looking so exhausted, both physically and mentally, has your heart clenching. 

"S-seeing you walk with a limp, wincing when you move too fast or in the wrong way, was killing me. God, it was like I felt your pain. Not being able to satisfy you, even when you begged me to make love to you with tears in your eyes, made me feel like such a terrible husband. I vowed never to make you cry, didn't I? What kind of man am I to not live up to my promises? To deprive you of pleasure? — No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be making this all about me.”

Sitting up, you peck him on his lips, wincing a little when his softening cock leaves your pussy. You’re squeezing around nothing, pushing out all that cum, but soon, his hand creeps between your thighs, plugging you up with two fingers. He knows just how much you hate feeling empty. 

With a reassuring smile, you brush his cheek with a thumb and say, “I’m okay, Ken. You got there just in time and helped me recover much faster than I was supposed to. You bathed me for the first couple weeks and fed me every day! You already did so much for me.”

"I'm afraid that was just the bare minimum, love." Smiling now, slightly energised by your voice, he presses a kiss on your forehead, hand tentatively squeezing your ribs. Visible tension leaves his body when you don't flinch.

"No, Kento. Even from the very beginning, you’ve gone above and beyond for me. Even when we were just friends, remember? You've shown me just how much love I deserve. You taught me to never settle for less. I am who I am today because of you. I'm here because of you.”

He whispers, love softening his features until he looks years younger, until he looks like the boy you first fell in love with, "Likewise."

"Good." The kiss you share with him is sweet. You smile into each other. "I don’t want to hear any more negative talk, alright? It’s not good for the baby, after all.”

You see a glint pass through in his eyes; he’s ready to play along. 

“Quite right, my love. But you don’t really think one time will do it, do you?” He’s sucking your neck to hear you moan, rejoicing in your warmth, your softness, and your sweet scent. As good as he is with words, his actions always prove just how much you mean to him. So, as a thank you, he slides his cock, already hardening up, inside your fluttering cunt. “Don’t be silly, darling. We have to go a couple more rounds, at least.”

“Just a couple?” You tease, grabbing the hand he had inside you. Your mixed cum drips down his long digits and he watches you with bated breath draw them in, cheeks hollowing so you can suck on them, making nasty noises that sends his cock throbbing.

Delirious with the captivating sight you've put on, he acquiesces, “F-fine. We'll go all night. As many as it’ll take to satisfy my insatiable wife b-but every orgasm must be accompanied by a name suggestion, doctor's orders.”

You laugh, clinging to him when he carries you out of the office and into your bedroom. "Isn't that a little early?"

"On the contrary, my love, we're behind schedule."

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Picking up the Pieces(JillRoordxMiedemaReader)

A/N: Happy Birthday Jill 🎉

Summary: you find out your girlfriend of two years is pregnant. It obviously isn't yours. She cheated on you. And your best friend Jill is there to pick up the Pieces with the help of your sister Viv.

When you didn't show up to Training the entire Manchester City Team was worried. Of course they were. Because they weren't just teammates but your friends and the Team was like a family. Well and Viv was in fact family. She was your older sister. By Just a year though. And Jill? Jill was Like a sister to you . She for sure was your best friend.

"when practice is over i am going to y/n's apartment." Jill announced. She actually wanted to go now.

"please keep me updated. I am worried!" Viv stated. She would have liked to join Jill but she had important Interviews she couldn't cancel anymore.

"will do!" Jill told her.

"i am only a call away as well." Bunny offered.

Jill was thankful when practice was over, she took a quick shower and then went to your place. She knew you had to be there cause your car parked in the Drive way. She knocked on the door but you didn't answer. So sind used the emergency Key you have given her.

She noticed right away that Coras things were gone. What she also noticed was that you were lying on the livingroom floor, she ran over really freaked out at first. But then she saw your chest rising up and down. Your face was tear stained, red and puffy.

"y/n, please wake up." She told you. Which you did slowly, but surely.

"jill?" You mumbled out, confused on why she was there.

"oh y/n, what's wrong? You clearly have been crying. And you missed practice." Jill explained.

"Cora cheated on me, she is pregnant. I kicked her out." You sobbed out. Jill almost let out a shocking Scream at that.

"oh y/n...i am so sorry to hear that. You deserve so much better!" Jill whispered out, pulling you into a hug. You wrapped your Arms around her and sobbed into her shoulder.

"i was planning on proposing." You admitted. You just sat there in silence. Not letting go of your best friend.

"let's get you into the shower, you will feel better after that." Jill stated.

She helped you shower, wash your hair and Body before she put some clothes on you. Then she lead you to the Couch.

"sit. I am making you something to eat. You look like you haven't had something to eat in the last two days." She told you. Bingo! That's exactly true. You sat down and sniffled softly.

"i am not hungry!" You let her know.

"y/n, you are going to eat something .i won't let that happen! we don't need a redo of you not taking care of yourself. You are always there for others! Now let others be there for you!" Jill stated. You bit down on your bottom lip.

"but...okay." you replied and let out a sad sigh. Jill made you some Toast with Butter and Avocado. It was your favorite. She also texted Viv to let her know what's going on and your sister told her she would be there in a few. She was already on the way. And Viv was pretty pissed at Cora.

Your sister used her spare key to get inside your place. Sitting down on the couch next to you. Opening her arms for you. it was an invite that you gladly took. You cuddled up to her.

"i am sorry she hurt you." Viv whispered against your forehead.

"i can't believe she threw all of this away and cheated...i wanted to propose. Already had the Ring!"you sobbed out. She kissed your head.

"for what's worth, our entire Family thinks you deserve better!" Viv told you. Trying to process the information about the Ring.

"yes your sister is right!" Jill stated and placed the Plate with the Toast and a Glass of water down on the table in front of you. Both Viv and Jill encouraged you to eat a bit so you ate almost half of your Avocado Toast and had a bit of water.

You ended up watching a movie with the two. Being in the middle of them. You felt quite loved and safe. Quite thankful for the support you had. You could always count on your best friend and on your sister. You felt so Safe you even managed to fall asleep. Knowing the next few weeks would be tough but you would never have to go through this alone.

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protector - haymitch abernathy

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masterlist

3 months later!

background: you're mags' granddaughter, from district 4, 18 years old, just won the 55th hunger games, no clue what comes next whereas haymitch and mags know everything

warnings: sexualizing, allusions to sa and gross people, spoilers to sotr, age gap of like 3 years

word count: 1.7k

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it'd been three months since you'd seen him.

three months of chaperoned phonecalls and secret letters you were always scared would show up opened and read through.

three months of wondering what that last kiss really meant to him.

three months of being watched and preened and coated in different ointments that prevented you from getting sundamaged like the poor fishermen of 4, but still tanned like a "golden goddess" as your stylist put it. it took a lot of convincing to be allowed out of your home and onto the ocean like you were used to - she was convinced you'd get sunburnt, skincancer, and become a tragedy like those old sonnets of the old days.

and now you were headed back to the capitol, all for the entertainment of the sponsors and citizens you were sure. and probably the president too.

he'd spoken with your grandmother soon after you returned the first time. she didn't tell you what he said and she promised she wouldn't.

but haymitch knew. you were sure haymitch knew.

he was headed back to the capitol too, of course. you were both thrilled and entirely too worried for it.

again, you'd spent three entire months thinking over your last kiss, and you weren't sure if you wanted answers to the number of questions you had.

the district 4 train pulled up to the station way quicker than you were expecting, its exterior shiny and new, a striking silver color that blinded you when in the sun.

you stepped out with a small smile, waving politely at the lineup of fans blocked off with a purple velvet rope. you felt inappropriately dressed, in a dark blue satin dress and a large black coat with gold clasps over your shoulders. it was left on your doorstep the night before you left with the instructions to wear it today.

a few other of the more popular victors then stepped out behind you, each moving to approach friends from other districts that were getting off their trains.

"haymitch is here!"

you turned your head to see two tween girls in matching yellow dresses and wigs waving excitedly to get your attention and pointing down the platform.

"haymitch is here!"

"go get him!"

you smiled at them and nodded, offering them a wave as you walked the direction they were pointing. "thanks girls!"

your eyes scanned the area as you walked hastily down the platform towards where you assumed the district 12 train had stopped.

it seemed like everyone else was looking for him too.

capitol citizens, train attendants, and peacekeepers were all watching you watch the platform, and you began to shrink in on yourself.

until you heard your name.

just once.

and you turned to see haymitch.

dressed in a blue coat that fit him perfectly and yet he looked entirely too casual for, and black slacks that also fit him way too well. his hair was slightly too long, like he'd tried to cut it himself and gave up halfway, but still had that shaggy golden shine you were used to.

and he was smiling like usual; a charming, idiotic, mouthy rascal who at the same time was the most genuine person anyone could ever meet.

his eyes were sharp and gray, but as you stepped towards him they shifted back to the baby blue you'd been thinking about for three whole months.

you don't hug.

you didn't expect to.

"you look exactly the same," you told him, a small smile on your lips.

he snorted. "disappointed?"

"honestly? a bit," you sighed, still grinning..

"coulda just told me you missed me," he teased.

"well, i don't believe in lying," you told him, your smile growing as he stepped closer to you.

the air between you was thick as he stared down at you, his hands clasping yours gently. his voice dropped, quieter then. "hi honey."

"hi," you breathed out.

and then the moment flickered and you suddenly realized how many eyes were around, all waiting to see the next moment of the golden couple of panem's lovely reunion.

"i'm not touching you until there aren't cameras," he mumbled quietly.

"you're already touching me, haymitch," you said with a light laugh.

"well," he hummed, a smirk pulling at his lips. "you know what i mean." and then he let go of one hand, pulling you forward off the station with the other. "come on, honey. i've got lots to talk to you."

"oh, you do, now?" you asked with a laugh.

he shrugged, glancing back at you with a lopsided grin. "not really. just want to be off this station and away from public eye."

"oh, i see," you giggled and followed him out of the sea of watching eyes and giggling girls where a light blue limousine was waiting for you both.

you held his hand tightly as he began his usual complaining about capitol attendants, eyes on the specific attendant that was driving you. he kept glancing at you in the rearview mirror and it was unsettling.

haymitch pulled on your hand to get your attention back on him, shaking his head slightly. a short silence passed between you both before he began a new story.

by the time that you reached the hotel that had been arranged for you both, you'd been squeezing his hand so tight that he was trying to peel your fingers off.

"geez, honey, you're cutting off circulation here," he laughed as you walked into the hotel.

"sorry," you mumbled, glancing back at where the driver had rolled down his window to watch.

he leaned against the front counter with a grin. "got a keycard for me pal?"

the frontdesk boy eyed you over haymitch's shoulder before he procured a thin purple card and handed it to the district 12 victor. he didn't say anything, just nodded slowly when he looked back at the other man.

haymitch took the card, brows furrowed as he stepped back. "thanks."

he pulled you into the elevator quickly, glancing around at the various avoxes and peacekeepers who were all watching you unnervingly.

"why are they watching?" you asked as soon as the doors shut.

"honey, they're always watching," he answered gently.

"not like this. not like now," you mumbled, stepping towards him as you held his hands tighter. "it's like they know something we don't."

"like i said, hun," he sighed. "they do."

the doors chimed as the elevator stopped and they opened dramatically slowly. you squeezed his hand and let him walk you out and to the room number matching that of the card he'd been given when you entered the hotel.

you stepped in and shut the door immediately behind you, your hand finally slipping from his as you let out a sigh and locked the handle. he turned to look at you, brows raised.

"their eyes feel like weights," you told him. "i forgot how heavy they are."

"yeah, well, i think they are a bit worse now," he said.

you huffed. "why?"

"because it's been three months and they've all been chomping at the bit to see the two of us together," he answered, running a hand over his mouth. "snow's probably frustrated."

"you would know. you know what he told gigi."

"nothing too important," he told you, shaking his head.

"it's snow - of course it's important, haymitch," you said, furrowing your brows. "what the hell did he say to her? did he say anything to you?"

he hesitated, falling back to lay on the bed as his hands covered his face. "i was going to tell you."

"haymitch."

"he told me he knows what we're doing. he knows and he says we need to perform. people won't stay entertained for too long."

"haymitch..." you breathed out.

he sighed, sitting up as he shook his head. "i'm sorry, honey. i thought we would be fine, but he's always a step ahead, i'm sorry."

"haymitch," you said quietly, pushing off the door and stopping in front of him. "it's not your fault snow's a psycho. we just have to keep going. i mean, we knew it'd be the long game when we got started, right?"

he let out a dry laugh. "right. i just thought we'd have the upper hand."

"from what i've gathered, h, we never had a shot at the upper hand," you told him, hands resting on the space between his neck and shoulders as he looked up at you. you smiled sadly. "but, at least it's still working, and we still have each other. it's working out."

"if we keep them entertained," he reminded with a disgusted scrunch of his nose.

"yeah. well, we will."

he looked up at you and as he did you realized how long his eyelashes were, framing his beautiful crystal blue eyes beautifully. he smiled gently. "i haven't kissed you in three months."

"you've only kissed me once," you hummed.

"that only makes it worse, honey," he said. he stood, which put him awfully close to you. as his arms winded around your waist, this fact became even more clear to you. he leaned down the slightest, just hovering above your lips.

you smiled. "missed me, darlin'?"

"more than you could guess."

and then he kissed you. fully. intensely. with one hand now on your jaw as he tilted your face towards him and captured your lips in his. your arms wound around his neck as you pulled yourself even closer to him, flush against him as he broke for breath before diving back in.

when he broke away the second time, your eyes fluttered open just enough to meet his. you smiled, breathing out a bit of a laugh as he pulled you even closer, kissing down your neck.

"i missed you, honey. i didn't even realize i could miss a person i'd only known for a month so badly-"

a soft red blinking caught your eye.

"haymitch."

he pulled away in an instant, eyes wide. "i'm sorry, was that too much? i didn't mean-"

"haymitch, look," you said, pushing his shoulder to turn him enough so he could see the flashing red light in the corner of the room. you tucked your head into his shoulder. "like you said."

"they're always watching," he breathed out. he huffed angrily and pressed a kiss to your head, an arm around your shoulders now as you hugged him tightly. "always."

[harrysfolklore]

what's a soft launch? - fc43

summary: fraco's girlfriend wants him to soft launch their relatioship but franco has no idea of what a soft launch is. based on this request

folkie radio: ANOTHER FRANCO SMAU !! i'm currently working on a long franco fic so consider this a little treat while i finish that one👀 i hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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yourinstagram im the proudest girlfriend in the world because my boy is officially F1 DRIVER !! 🥹 go crush it my love 💙

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yourbff cuties 😍😍

username1 vamos franco !!

username2 ahhh congrats franco

username3 you’re officially a formula 1 WAG now how cool

username4 don’t forget me when you become the next alexandra saint mleux

username5 yaaayy for franco

username6 my favorite couple before you get viral

francolapinto te quiero hermosa 😍😍❤️

↳ yourinstagram 🥰🥰😚

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francolapinto VAMOS! excited for my first race in monza this weekend 🇮🇹

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username1 YAAAS

username2 hello ???? he’s gorgeous

username3 UMMM i was sad about logan but look at THIS

alex_albon 👏👏👏 Welcome !

landonorris let’s have some funnn

username4 IS HE SINGLE????

↳ username1 from what i’ve gathered, he has posts with a girl from last year but nothing recent (the girl’s account is private)

↳ username2 HES SINGLE WE WON

williamsracing 💙

username5 I HAVE MY NEW GRID CRUSH

yourinstagram 😍😍🤤 my man

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yourinstagram cheering on my baby from home 🥺💙 VAMOS FRANCO !!

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yourbff YAYYY💘

username1 vamosss franco

username2 get your paddock passes girl

username3 gorgeous 😍

username4 we need your WAG debut

username5 🙌🙌🙌🙌

username6 i need that hoodie !!

francolapinto 😍😍😍

francolapinto i miss you so muchhh i love you

↳ yourinstagram love you forever

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francolapinto Que dia inolvidable… thank you so much for this opportunity 🇦🇷🤍💙🥹

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username1 KING

username2 franco colapinto consider me your fan

username3 HES SO DAMN HOT

williamsracing VAMOS 🙌

username4 LET ME BE YOUR WOMAN

username5 i can’t believe a man THIS hot is single

charles_leclerc Welcome 👌👌

username6 i bet he’s on raya and i’m not giving up until i find him

username7 both him and lando being single.. paris is my favorite city

username8 FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

username9 how long until he starts dating the journalist that kept flirting with him

yourinstagram 😍😍😍

yourinstagram mi amor ❤️

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francolapinto im only yourssss bonita, always

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yourinstagram a few days of rest and relaxation with mi amor 🥰

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username1 cutiesss

username2 my favorite anonymous WAG

yourbff my babies <33

username3 😍😍😍

username4 girl when are you going to the paddock?

↳ yourinstagram sooon

username5 i’m your biggest fan

username6 couple goals

francolapinto I love youuu😘😘😘

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f1gossip During Williams' latest podcast episode, Alex Albon joked that Franco Colapinto's superpower was "his ability to charm all the ladies everywhere", Franco said that no one is charming him because he has a girlfriend 👀

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username1 HUHHH

username2 franco is so strange

username3 i know his ass is lying

username4 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ORIGINAL PLOT OF THE MOVIEEEEE

username5 sometimes i don't understand what's up with him

username6 watch him flirt with all the interviewers tomorrow tho

username7 NOO FRANCO YOU'RE SINGLE

username8 he's lying his ass offffff

username9 pics or didn't happen

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yourinstagram my first grand prix weeked. no biggie im ready

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username1 yayy about time girl!

yourbff HAVE FUN and don't forget to send me pics 💕

username2 my favorite WAG

lilymhe welcome to our silly world 💙

↳ yourinstagram love you already !

carmenmmundt So nice to meet you sweetie!

↳ yourinstagram likewise 🥺

username3 you're going to change us for your new wag friends

↳ yourinstagram neverrr

lilyzneimer 🤩

francolapinto My girl and now everyone will know 😉

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williamsracing Love is in the air in Austin 💙

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username1 OMFG??

username2 NOT WILLIAMS EXPOSING HER INSTA

username3 WAIT i saw pics of franco tagging her BUT I DIDN'T THINK THEY WERE A COUPLE

username4 AHHH HER INSTA IS PRIVATE

lilymhe 💕💕💕

username5 franco colapinto is the coolest driver the grid had seen recently

username6 GET FRANCO A SEAT

username7 they said fuck a soft launch

username8 THAT SHOULD BE ME

francolapinto 😍😍

yourinstagram 🥺

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f1gossip "My girlfriend is over there, she said she wanted to do something called sub lunch, or what was it called? Soft launch, yeah that. No hablo ingles no se que es, I just brought her with me so everyone can see I'm happily taken" - Franco for Sky before the race 😭😭

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username1 FRANCO OMFG

username2 hes so unintentionally funny

username3 him saying that he doesn't know what a soft launch is bc he doesn't speak english was me ROLLING

username4 franco the man that you are

username5 I CANT DO THIS 😩😩😩

username6 i need him bibically

username7 HES SO MESSY

username8 i need this or nothing

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lilymhe where have you been all my life?

↳ yourinstagram in the junior formulas 😂😂

yourbff my favorite WAG

francolapinto hermosa 😍😍

↳ yourinstagram love you so damn muuuch

username1 feed the people put the instagram public

↳ yourinstagram maybe...

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yourinstagram he didn't understand the concept of a soft launch so we had to do this in the middle of the paddock 😅 love you so much mi amor @/francolapinto

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username1 AHHH

username2 HER INSTA IS PUBLIC NOW

username3 all the boyfriend content here im going insane

lilymhe cuties 💕

↳ alex_albon We need to step up our game

↳ lilymhe definitely

↳ username1 i love them sm

username5 THIS SHOULD'VE BEEN ME

username6 franco colapinto being a simp in a long term relationship wasn't on my bingo card

username7 can we talk about how pretty she is tho?

username8 THANK YOU FOR LETTING US IN BESTIE

francisca.cgomes my new bestie actually!

↳ yourinstagram love you already 🥺

↳ username2 AHHH BEST WAGS

username9 scrolled all the way down and she has the cutest posts about franco i cant

username10 IM SO JEALOUS

username11 franco not knowing what a soft launch is PEAK COMEDY

francolapinto love you hermosa 😍

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francolapinto what's a soft launch?

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username1 FRANCOOOOO

username2 i love him so bad

username3 HOW TO MAKE A FORMULA 1 TEAM FOR FRANCO COLAPINTO FROM SCRATCH

username4 this man is so messy i cant help but love him

oscarpiastri I didn't know what that meant either, don't worry

↳ username1 LORD HELP ME 😭😭

olliebearman 🙌

username5 FRANCO LET ME BE YOUR WOMAN 😩😩

username6 franco is really a SIMP and not a fuckboy like everyone thought WE WON

williamsracing We love to see it💙💙

username7 wiki how to have franco's gfs life

username8 CRYING

username9 franco don't you ever gatekeep her from us again we need her at every race

yourinstagram i'm the luckiest ever 💕

↳ username1 AND YOU ARE

↳ francolapinto love you forever hermosa

[l4ndoflove]

simp...ly lovely

feat. max verstappen

lyrics you: a worldwide renowned singer. max: four-time f1 world champion... and apparently your biggest fan?

maddie corny title, corny faceclaim, definitely corny concept, but i had SO MUCH fun writing it (if you want more smaus, send in your ideas!)

faceclaim @ lalalalisa_m

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ynofficial singapore was UNREAL tonight. thanks to every single one of you for making it possible, i love u all <3 (still can't believe this was the last show tbh, miss u already)

asia tour over for now, see you guys soon xx

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tatemcrae ATE

↳ ynofficial you can't spell ate without tate

❤️ by tatemcrae

↳ user1 MOTHERS

↳ user2 their friendship is my roman empire

↳ user3 collab when???

↳ user4 yn x t8 would be the end of me

oliviarodrigo prettiest girl everrrrr 💞

↳ ynofficial back at you liv 💞💞💞

↳ user5 AWWW

↳ spotify our favorite pop princesses 💕

❤️ by ynofficial and oliviarodrigo

↳ user6 prettiest besties alive fr

↳ user7 the matching heart emojis 🥹

↳ user8 people need a ynolivia tour ASAP

↳ user9 i am people people is me

↳ user10 YES PLEASE 💳💥💳💥💳💥

user11 the duality of woman

↳ user12 i swear like how is that the same person

↳ user13 good girl 🫦 vs good girl 😚

↳ user14 LITERALLY

↳ user15 if girlhood is a spectrum was a person:

user16 "miss you already" JUST ADD NEW DATES???

↳ ynofficial working on it 🫶

↳ user16 oh

↳ user17 LMAO IT ACTUALLY WORKED

↳ user18 @.user16 the hero we deserved 👏

↳ user19 wait so new dates actually confirmed!?

↳ user20 omg chill she didn't say anything yet

user21 BODY. IS. TEA.

↳ user22 outfit too 🙂‍↕️

↳ user23 don't forget the makeup!

user24 am i the only confused f1 fan here or

↳ user25 NO BECAUSE SAME

↳ user26 so we're all seeing max in the likes right

↳ user27 apparently

↳ user28 max verstappen being part of the yn fandom was not on my 2025 bingo card

↳ user29 are we sure he didn't like this by accident 😭

↳ user30 that sounds like something he would do yes

↳ user31 i hate to break it to you but he's been at it for the past three weeks

↳ user32 guys he liked ALL her tour posts

↳ user33 SIMPly lovely huh?

↳ user34 LOL BYE

↳ user35 plot twist is plot twisting

f1 and ynofficial

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f1 coming soon... @.ynofficial 🎤✨️

05.04.25 | 21:00 utc

#japanesegp

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user36 who is this and why is she on my fyp

user37 what about focusing on the race instead? just a thought

user38 and the earth kept spinning

user39 world before: 🌍 world after: 🌍

↳ user40 no one asked 😍

user41 YN STANS HOW ARE WE FEELING ABOUT THIS

↳ user42 f1 fan here, i have no idea who she is and i couldn't care less

↳ user43 okay?

↳ user44 this is exactly why f1 "fans" scare me

↳ user45 anyways I'M SO EXCITED AAAHH

↳ user46 me too! i missed her tour but i bought tickets to the race so now i get both... 🫠

↳ user47 ugh you're so luckyyyyy

↳ user48 f1 x yn fans living their best life rn

user49 OH THIS IS GOING TO BE SO GOOD

user50 face card never declines 🛐

↳ user51 🔥🔥🔥

user52 mommy 🥵

user53 if this is an april fools' joke it's not funny

↳ user54 PLS IT HAS TO BE REAL

↳ user55 🕯manifesting hard🕯

↳ user56 may our prayers be answered 🙏

↳ user57 🍀🍀🍀

↳ user58 you're not normal

user59 why is everyone in the comments so mad 💀

↳ user60 fr like get a life

user61 forget everything the dutchman did it again

↳ user62 he's so real for that

↳ user63 DUDUDUDU HE'S DOWN BADDD

↳ user64 the real question now is can suzuka handle these two goats

↳ f1 guess we'll see 😉

user65 SCREAMING

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ynofficial quali now, sound check later 🥂🏁

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oliviarodrigo babe you're GLOWING

↳ ynofficial it's the suzuka weather ☀️

f1 keep an eye out for our next pole sitter 👀

↳ ynofficial on it 🫡

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↳ user66 *insert leonardo dicaprio gif here*

↳ user67 BRO THOUGHT WE WOULDN'T NOTICE

↳ user68 he's so confident he'll get pole 😭

↳ user69 he will just for her 🗣🗣🗣

↳ user70 stay delulu folks ✊️😔

↳ ynofficial i believe in him 🙃

↳ user71 WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM

↳ user72 i'm already way too invested in their dynamic

↳ user73 new ship to obsess over unlocked

↳ user74 now my life is complete again 😌

↳ user75 do you people really have nothing better to do in your free time?

↳ user76 as a ferrari fan the only other available option is depression so no 🥰

↳ user77 @.user75 we're good thanks 👍

user78 why is she here again?

↳ user79 let her breathe ffs

↳ user80 still genuinely don't understand where all the hate came from

↳ user81 maybe it's because she has nothing to do with f1?

↳ user82 she's not the first celebrity they've invited tho???

↳ user83 i fear this argument is going nowhere

↳ user84 neither is our girl but y'all aren't ready for that conversation

↳ user85 PERIOD

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f1gossippofficial max verstappen was seen attending yn's concert last night in suzuka!

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user86 you don't say

user87 *20 missed calls from lando*

user88 are we supposed to be surprised?

user89 yeah like any other driver so what

user90 who cares

user91 celebrating his pole position in style i see

↳ user92 like a winner 🙂‍↕️

↳ user93 he is a man of culture after all

user94 it's giving supportive boyfriend

↳ user95 they're not even together

↳ user96 exactly

↳ user97 a girl can dream 🤷‍♀️

user98 okay but that clip of him singing along was genuinely so funny

↳ user99 man knew the lyrics word by word

↳ user100 where can i find it???

↳ user101 it was on lando's stories i think(?)

↳ user102 bro woke up and decided to expose max's ass

↳ user103 very demure and mindful of him

↳ user104 he did god's work 🙏

↳ user105 lando is actually maxyn's number 1 supporter and no one can change my mind

user106 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT YN IN THE FIRST PIC HELLO ⁉️⁉️⁉️

↳ user107 how do you know it's her 💀

↳ user108 i mean i don't think he would look at lando like that

↳ user109 maybe charles was on stage

user110 her smile omg 🥹

↳ user111 she was congratulating max btw

↳ user112 JAIL

↳ user113 STOP SHE WAS BLUSHING SO HARD HAHAHA

user114 they're in love your honor

user115 i'm so not normal about them

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redbullracing it was simply lovely meeting you @.ynofficial ❤️

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user116 PARENTS

user117 OMG ADMIN SHIPS IT TOO

user118 wasn’t this a lestappen fanpage

↳ user119 💔

↳ user120 charles crying in the corner because he's not max's main love interest anymore

↳ redbullracing dw he's still our favorite 😉

↳ user121 try not to ship two of the most problematic drivers on the grid: level impossible

↳ user122 no one fangirls over them like red bull

user123 MAX LOOKS SO PROUD I CAN'T

↳ user124 i bet the little fanboy in him was screaming

↳ user125 max "i'm just happy to be here" verstappen

↳ user126 they're so barbie and ken coded idc what anyone says

↳ user127 wait i can actually see that

user128 idk about her outfit...

↳ user129 and she doesn't know about you, problem solved 😘

user130 get her away from the paddock

↳ user131 what did she ever do to you 😭

↳ user132 i say let 👏 the 👏 woman 👏 breathe 👏

↳ user133 amen 🙌

user134 SHE WAS THE ONE WAVING THE FLAG I'M UNWELL

↳ user135 i'm gonna pretend this means she helped him win (i'm delusional)

↳ maxverstappen1 she did

↳ maxverstappen1 she was my lucky charm

↳ user136 AGAIN!?

↳ user137 i'm ending it all

↳ user138 he's so awkward it's painful

↳ user139 STOP DELETING THE COMMENTS AND JUST ASK HER OUT ALREADY

↳ user140 why do i feel like he could really use some rizz classes from lando

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↳ lando @.maxverstappen1 told ya

maxverstappenfanclub

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maxverstappenfanclub unseen photos of max and yn in suzuka 🤩🇯🇵

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user141 how dare instagram hide this from me for a whole minute

↳ user142 HOW DARE RED BULL HIDE THIS FROM US IN GENERAL

↳ user143 the disrespect 😨

↳ user144 they wanted to keep all the wholesomeness to themselves

↳ user145 selfish pricks

user146 if you heard someone screaming that was me

↳ user147 if you heard someone screaming no you didn't. i passed out

↳ user148 only acceptable reaction

user149 do they know it's legal to talk about their feelings instead of doing whatever the fuck this is

user150 BLUSHING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET

↳ user151 SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

↳ user152 there are two types of people:

↳ user153 both valid af

user154 THE FIRST ONE IS THE REASON I STILL BELIEVE IN LOVE

↳ user155 the eyes chico, they never lie

↳ user156 the physical need to have someone looking at me like that

↳ user157 so true

user158 oh he's GONE gone

user159 everyone talking about max BUT WHAT ABOUT YN

↳ user160 ❗️❗️❗️

↳ user161 YES THANK YOU

user162 you have no idea how much this means to me

user163 HER SMILE WHEN SHE SAW HIS CARHQYQKCZGUD

↳ user164 and the little happy dance MY HEART

user165 they're disgusting (i love them sm)

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f1wags._ ⁉️NEW WAG ALERT⁉️ @.maxverstappen1 and @.ynofficial spotted together after their collab shoot in suzuka!

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user166 hey so this is actually insane 😃

user167 I JUST OPENED INSTAGRAM WTF IS THIS

user168 WE WON

↳ user169 SUCK IT HATERS

↳ user170 calm tf down it doesn't mean anything

↳ user171 suuure

↳ user172 they say denial is a river in egypt

↳ user173 just accept the fact that we were right all along and move on 😝

user174 MAXYN NATION RISE

↳ user175 our moment has finally arrived

user176 i have no idea how we got here but i'm definitely not complaining

user177 we're being fed with this content

user178 I DIED DEAD

user179 when why and how did this happen

user180 i love how it goes from normal shooting to flirting to full-on tits out

user181 HAND PLACEMENT

↳ user182 i see what you did there maximilian

↳ user183 i'm 99.9% sure he smacked her ass one second after that picture was taken

↳ maxverstappen1 why the 0.1%?

↳ user184 FREAKSTAPPEN STRIKES ONCE AGAIN

↳ user185 i can't believe he actually wrote that omg

user186 BOOM SHAKALAKA

↳ user187 max or yn?

↳ user188 both. both is good

user189 I NEED A BIG BOY GIVE ME A BIG BOYYYYY 😫❣️

user190 great now kiss

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ynofficial fast cars, faster hearts 🫶

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oliviarodrigo can't believe i really lost you to a m*n 🤢

↳ tatemcrae he doesn't deserve you babe

↳ ynofficial don't be mean🧍‍♀️

↳ tatemcrae not mean. just honest

↳ oliviarodrigo yeah no i'm sticking to mean

user191 nothing will ever top this day

user192 THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT

user193 I FUCKING KNEW IT

user194 canon event

user195 it was bound to happen at one point

user196 not the couple we deserved but the one we needed

user197 YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THINGS LIKE THIS ON A RANDOM SATURDAY

user198 the ship has sailed i repeat the ship has sailed

user199 words cannot describe how i'm feeling right now

user200 i've been jumping around my room for the past five minutes

redbullracing happy for you 🥰 (charles... not so much)

↳ user201 admin is still stuck on lestappen and so am i

↳ user202 maxyn defender till the day i die but lestappen is THE otp

user203 lando's lessons actually paid off lol

↳ lando you had doubts?

↳ user203 no sir 🫡

↳ user204 lando yesrizz

❤️ by lando

user205 HOLY SHIT THIS WAS BETTER THAN READING A FANFIC

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[viasdreams]

jeno trying to propose to you !!

wc: 1100

a/n: based this off this clip from tds3 encore !! this is my first written fic and i really hope yall enjoy it! soz for any errors >_< thank you for reading <3

this week's date night with jeno was going really well, scarily so.

this was the first time in your two-year-long relationship that nothing had gone wrong during your scheduled date night.

something was always off, whether it be an abnormally long wait time at the restaurant you spontaneously chose, sitting next to a very cranky baby at the movies, or being stuck in traffic for so long, you miss your romantic couple's massage.

it didn't matter what it was, it was always something.

it happened so often, that it had become a joke between you and jeno. the two of you placing bets on what the incident of the week would be, whoever was closest getting to pick dessert.

that's why this date night felt off.

the restaurant was within walking distance so there was no getting stuck in traffic. jeno had made a reservation, so there was zero wait time. the chef cooked your meal to perfection, even taking the onions off, which they never did. and the waitstaff was wonderful, fulfilling your every request before you could even ask.

it was the perfect night.

and to be honest, it kind of freaked you out.

the bag of leftovers from your favorite restaurant hung from one of jeno's hands, your hand in the other as the two of you walked back to your apartment, opting to take the scenic route through the park.

"hey jen?" you broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between you. however, jeno didn't seem to notice, his eyes trained on something off in the distance.

you squeezed his hand to break him out of whatever trance he was in.

"jeno?" you said, louder this time.

that seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend snapping back to reality.

"ah sorry babe, i was thinking about something," jeno apologized, giving you the eye smile you loved so much.

"oh were you thinking about how weird this night has been?"

jeno stopped walking, abruptly pulling you back slightly due to your hands still being interlocked.

"you think tonight was weird?" there was a genuine look of worry painted across his features.

"well yeah'" you laughed at his question, incorrectly assuming that the two of you were on the same page about the situation.

you very much were not.

jeno's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand what had gone wrong that evening.

"wh- what was weird about it?"

once again missing jeno's obvious confusion, you replied.

"it was perfect! i mean not a single thing went wrong." you held your free hand out for emphasis, "that's weird!"

everything clicked for jeno, a smug expression replacing his previously distraught one.

"you think tonight was perfect?"

you slowly nodded.

now it was your turn to be confused. did something happen that you were unaware of?

he placed the leftovers on the ground and brought his newly freed hand to yours, smiling down at it as he spoke.

"do you want to know why it was perfect?"

"yes?" you questioned, not really sure what was going on.

jeno laughed slightly at your puzzled look, enjoying watching his plan come to fruition.

"well, a month ago when i told you i was hanging out with yuta, i was actually going to that restaurant in preparation for tonight."

"wait but yuta told me about what you guys did? what do you mean you weren't with him?" you found his words hard to believe, recalling your hour-long phone call with yuta in which he recounted their 'bro banzanza' in excruciating detail.

"it's scary how good at lying he is," jeno chuckled.

the humor of the situation was lost on you. what about your boyfriend lying to you was funny?

"why did you lie? and what do you mean preparation for tonight?"

"im sorry for lying, but i needed an excuse to be out for a few hours. i needed to make sure the chef would nail your meal and i had to tell the waiter all about your dining habits."

you pulled your hand out of his grasp and turned away, trying to take in his words. why did he care so much about this one specific date that he would make preparations a month in advance? it wasn't your birthday or anniversary, so why?

you felt a warm hand gently caress your face, turning it back.

"i did all of that so tonight would be perfect for you. we never get to have perfect dates, and i love that, truly, but i wanted tonight to be perfect. we can have imperfect dates for the rest of our lives, as long as tonight wasn't one."

the rest of our lives?

just then the alarms in your brain sounded all at once.

holy shit.

he was proposing.

you watched your boyfriend reach into his pocket as he got down on one knee and prepared yourself for one of the happiest moments of your life.

the moment was taking longer than you expected though. thirty seconds had passed since he knelt down and jeno was now franticly shoving his hands into every single crevis on his body. his smile replaced with a look of pure shock.

"jeno?"

slowly he looked up at you, mouth agape.

"i forgot the ring."

your eyes widened, matching his.

"babe im so sorry, i was so caught up in making everything perfect that i forgot the most important thing. im so sorr-"

his apology was cut short as you burst into a fit of laughter, falling to your knees, level with your (still) boyfriend.

this caused jeno to laugh too, the gravity of his mess-up suddenly becoming hilarious rather than devastating.

"do you want to try again another time or do you want to keep going?" you asked between giggles.

"ill try again i guess," he sighed, "kind of sucks though, i had to tip that waiter and chef a lot of money to get them to do that." he slowly stood, holding out his hand for you. "like a lot of money."

"that's what you get for trying to ruin our messed-up date streak," you said, pulling yourself up and walking a few steps ahead.

once you were a good distance away, you turned back, "if it counts for anything, i would have said yes."

he barely made out what you said, but he still heard.

jeno quickly ran after you, kissing you overtaking every other thought in his head.

"jen the leftovers!" you yelled, pointing to the (apparently) very expensive bag of food now left abandoned.

he turned back and threw his arms up dramatically.

"damn, i can't remember anything!"

m.list ☁︎⋅

[luveline]

hey luv (haha) bombshell!reader lives rent free in my head and I have a lil request for you 🫶🏽 can you write spencer calling reader a nickname for the first time and how flustered she gets? especially in front of the team I would ashdfkflsjah i feel like she always teases him with baby, handsome, etc. and he just turns red but when it’s his turn for (non malicious) payback she melts into a puddle of 🥹🫦 and forgets how to act 🥲 thank you queen ily 🫰🏼

thank you! this isn't in front of the team but i can def do that if that was the most important part, ly ♡ fem

"What's that?" you ask, peering over Spencer's shoulder. 

He turns his face to yours, sneaking a kiss against the curve of your neck. Your breath catches at his affection. "It's online shopping," he answers. "Have you seen it? They deliver your parcel the next day, apparently." 

You like the sound of that, wheeling your chair next to Spencer's to sit at his desk side by side. You're in the midst of a very rare occasion in which there's no  case and no paperwork. It won't last long, and you and your teammates are using these spare hours like a paid vacation. You deserve it (even if it isn't technically moral). 

"What are you buying?" you ask, squinting at his glaring screen. 

His gaze flashes between you and the monitor. He turns the brightness down for you. "You need new socks, right?" 

"Don't buy me socks." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I can buy my own socks?" 

"But I can also buy you socks. I felt bad this morning when I didn't have any matching pairs to lend to you. I'll buy you a big pack and this way you'll always have socks when you need them." 

"Spence, that's so sweet," you say, your hand on his bicep, thumb stroking a line he likely can't feel over his layers. "You really don't have to, though. I kind of like the odd sock look." 

Spencer looks down at your shoes. Your socks are mostly hidden. Despite what you've said, you don't like wearing odd ones, it doesn't fit your perfectly kept image, but you like Spencer a whole lot. 

"No, you don't, and that's fine." He clicks on the Buy Now button, a twenty four pack of black and white crew socks jumping into his cart. "What else should we get?" 

"We?" you ask, leaning back. 

You've barely lifted your left leg when Spencer grabs you by the knee and drapes it over his right. "You never have the stuff you need when you come over. We may as well get it all done now while we have time." 

"Are you serious?" you murmur, a slight pout to your lips. 

Spencer's eyes dart down, catch, and lift back to yours. He sounds soft as you do as he says, "Of course I am. Am I being too forward?" 

"You're never too forward. I'm too forward enough for both of us, Spence. But you don't have to buy me things, I can get all of this stuff myself and bring it with me." 

"What kind of boyfriend does that make me?" 

You can't believe he's your boyfriend. You could scream. "The most adorable one ever?" And that's just the half of it. Spencer Reid has a penchant for ignoring his own good looks. He could've been a super model if the whole genius thing didn't work out. "I need a pillow, then. If we're doing this Reid, let's do it. But I'm paying for my stuff." 

"Okay, angel. Whatever you say." 

You almost miss it, his pet name. Your brain assumes sarcasm, but when you play it back, there's only a soft giving in, like he'd do anything you asked him to just because it's you. Because you're an angel. 

You've called him so many pet names and though you knew they flustered him, you're thinking maybe the team was right, and that you were torturing him the whole time. You melt like a little square of butter in the middle of a frying pan, limp in your seat and uncomfortably warm. Angel. It inspires the want to be saccharinely sweet to him, and you would if you could regain your strength. 

You huff a breath up your hot face in hopes of cooling down. 

"What kind of pillow? Do you want a really soft one? They have hypoallergenic, or down feather." He looks at you sideways. "You can't pay for this, it's too expensive." 

"It's sixteen dollars," you say, feeling submerged. 

"Exactly. Are you okay? You look uncomfortable." 

"I'm feeling a bit hot, suddenly. Hot flush." 

Spencer abandons the computer and his online activities to unbutton the top button of your shirt, and then the second, his hands achingly gentle against your collar. "I'll buy a fan," he says, one hand trailing down your arm soothingly as the other searches for paper. "But for now." 

He fashions you an origami fan and fans you diligently. It works for a time, but you remember the dulcet cadence of his voice and the delicate way he strung the syllables together as though 'angel' were the name you were given at birth, and you feel warm all over again. 

[vanesycho]

f!reader x bf!vernon | m.list | wc:0,8k

request:hii can i please request a vernon imagine where svt doesnt believe theyre dating reader because hes so nonchalant but svt finds them either in a sweet or sexual position or something? its up to you! thank you <3

a/n: I apologize to the person who wrote the request. your request was deleted because the tags did not work in a way that I did not understand and I have to repost it...I hope it works this time.

I added a little texting at the end to make it a little more fun, enjoy reading!

"From the world to Vernon." Vernon looked up at Seungkwan's call "Oh sorry, were you saying something?" Kwan rolled his eyes, turned to the front and started muttering to himself "Oh really...What's wrong with this kid, his mind has been elsewhere lately." Jeonghan who entered the room answered him "Don't mess with him, he's probably texting with his girlfriend." It was obvious that the sentence he said was in a mocking tone and a few members laughed at this but Vernon didn't care and continued texting you. He didn't feel the need to prove to anyone that he was dating you because he didn't want to deal with it, and deep down he knew that they were all wrong and he was going to continue this as long as he could.

The rest of the day was spent both texting you and chatting with the others. When it was evening the next day, you were going to his house to surprise him because you missed him. In the meantime, a few members were gathered at his house watching a movie, unaware of everything. Dino, who was bothered by the notifications on Vernon's phone, whined "Yah! Either turn that sound down or answer." Vernon picked up his phone and smiled when he saw that the message was from you.

'I'm outside the door.'

'I missed you...can I see you for a few seconds?'

He cleared his throat and stood up, drawing attention to himself for a moment. "Go on without me, I have something to do, I'll be back." When he realized that they were continuing with the movie without questioning it, he went to the door. You ran to him as soon as you saw him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His arms that had been waiting for you found your waist and pulled you closer, burying his head in your neck and breathing in your scent. "I missed you." He mumbled, you chuckled and when you pulled away, he kissed you on the lips. "Did I come at the wrong time?" You knew the others were home so you didn't want to disturb them, but your longing for him got the better of you.

Vernon shook his head, one hand moving to your cheek, feeling him stroke it with his thumb. “It’s okay, after all, they wouldn’t believe me even if I said my girlfriend was here.” You laughed at that, he would send you a few voice recordings when they talked about Vernon lying, and it was definitely worth listening to. “So..When are we going to prove this to them?” you asked, although you didn’t mind it, you were curious about how far he would go. Vernon closed the gap between you again, his hand on your cheek moving to your neck, slowly pulling you closer to him as he murmured “I don’t really care if they believe me or not. All I care about is you right here with me, so just let me take care of you.”

His lips brushed gently against yours, and you couldn’t wait any longer because of your longing for him, and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, kissing his lips more passionately. He laughed at how hungry you were in between the kisses, and didn’t hesitate to respond. He sucked your lower lip gently and his hand started to roam your body to feel every part of you that he missed. You opened your mouth and brushed your tongue against his-

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??" Hoshi's shout echoed in the dark street, you backed away in fear and turned to the owner of the voice. His shout must have caught the attention of the other members because some of them opened the door and moved towards you while others settled at the window. "I think it's time they believe us now." You looked at the eyes looking at you as Vernon spoke as if nothing had happened. Dino was the last one to leave the door and complained "The movie is half-finished, can't you be surprised by this later?" When the others ignored him, he muttered a curse and went back to watch it alone. Kwan pursed his lips and folded his arms "So you weren't lying the whole time?" Vernon frowned in disbelief "Why would I lie about this?" And you guys tried to understand what he was saying by stealing glances at each other as Kwan continued to rant.

Once the strange event was over, you were invited to watch the rest of the movie. You were curled up on the couch with Vernon, your head on his chest. His hand was on your shoulder, he kissed your head, and still unused to this situation, the others exchanged strange glances. At least he wouldn’t be made fun of anymore, even if it was in a strange way.

[muffinpink02]

Battle Wounds

This is for the anons that wanted a smutty story after seeing Alexia's recent and very sexy outbursts. This little fruit and this little fruit's ideas got this going. 

This also goes out to the anon/writer who suggested for me to write blurbs/headcanons to help with my writer's block. After you messaged me it gave me a bit of a kick and helped me out a lot. Thank you so much, you’re a gem and a star and very cute human. Another thank you to my girly @lucyandalexiafan for reading this and all my other shit I force you to read.

Word count - 2,398 Smut 18 - Soft smut, cunnilingus

You flinched when you saw her body hit the floor. 

But you couldn't stop the smile when you witnessed the anger in her eyes. 

An angry Alexia was a hot Alexia. You saw the look in her face, the way her frown lines deepened as she started to shout something to the offending player. 

You felt the heat in your stomach stir when you saw the vein bulge out on her neck and her finger wagging furiously as she spat quick Catalan. But the heat halted when you saw the way the blondes' eyes casted over to you. She was in pain. 

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Alexia opened the door to your flat, letting you in first as she always did.

You both sat down on the bench near the entry to remove your shoes, but you stopped when you heard Alexia groan.

“You okay, baby?” 

“Sí, just a little stiff.” The blonde's face was hidden from her damp showered hair but you could tell from her tone she was trying to hide the pain.

“You sure?” 

“Sí, it will pass.” She assured you, though you weren't completely convinced, but knowing Alexia you dropped it, for now.

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You sat on your bed scrolling through your phone, Alexia caught your eye as she walked into your bedroom. You watched her as she attempted to bend down to grab something from the bottom drawer, and just like you predicted she stopped mid bend, her face winced, letting out a small whine.

“Ale, are you okay?” You asked concerned as you turned off your phone.

“Sí, baby. I’m fine, I just moved too quickly.” She tried to put on a smile to hide her obvious pain.

You didn't believe her and you were over her shitty acting skills.

“Ale, come on. Stop lying. Is it your hip? Your rib? You thigh? Where does it hurt? Let me see.” You got up from your bed, stalking over to your girlfriend. 

“No, it's fine. Don’t worry, amor.”

“Don’t make me ask again, Ale.” You raised your eyebrow, not allowing any room for argument.

“Fine! It's my hip and my thigh, it hurts a little.” The blonde rolled her eyes, lifting up her top to let you see the damage. 

You frowned when you saw the usually tanned skin painted with an angry looking bruise. 

“Shit. That looks painful.” You gently lopped your fingers into the band of Alexia's pj shorts, pulling them lower. The deep purple bruising travelled down from the side of hip to the top of her thigh.

“It's not that painful.” Alexia muttered.

You bent down to your knees, taking a closer look at the bruise. You completely missed the way Alexias breath hitched as you innocently got into a position she usually saw you in for a whole different reason. 

“Are you sure? I keep seeing you flinch when you bend.” You looked up at the blonde whose eyes were fixed on you.

Alexia suddenly felt her cheeks blush seeing you on your knees. She mentally slapped herself for her inappropriate thoughts when all you were doing was checking if she was okay, but she couldn't help it. Her mind went from the pain in her thigh to the start of a small throb between her legs. 

You ever so gently ran your fingers at the edge of the deep purple patch, within seconds of you touching the girl you felt the tiny goosebumps on her skin prickle under your touch.

“I-I guess it hurts a little.” She whispered.

That's when you noticed the dilation in her pupils, the quick flex of her fingers and the rasp in her tone. 

She was turned on. You had been turned on since you saw the vein pump in her throat. 

Alexia was never one to shy away from asking for what she wanted, but right now her ego seemed to be a little bruised. You noticed it when the final whistle blew, you could see she felt vulnerable, and even a little embarrassed at herself for her outburst on the pitch. 

And you wanted to be the one to take it all away, the pain, the anger, and the unnecessary wall she had when it came to her being hurt, physically or mentally.

So, you knew what she wanted, but you had to coax it out of her a little more. 

“My poor baby. Do you think you'll be okay for training?” You stroked your fingers along her skin.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe, but it's a bit of a struggle.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. It must be hard to move.” 

The blonde nodded, suddenly feeling sorry for herself. “Sí, it hurts to walk.”

My god this girl was easy.

You tutted. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” You gently pressed your lips on the outside of her bruise, careful to not actually touch it. You pulled her shorts down a little lower, revealing more of her thigh.  

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? A bath? Some ice? A massage.” You whispered against her leg.

Alexia gritted her teeth as she felt your breath on her skin. “This is nice, your lips feel good.” 

“Yeah?” You smirked as you looked up at her. 

“Sí, it's making me forget about the pain.” She confessed.

“Good.” You pressed another kiss to her skin. 

An angry Alexia was hot, but a needy Alexia was fucking adorable. 

You moved your lips slowly over her thigh, making sure to not kiss too hard or touch the swollen area. 

“Is this helping?” You asked innocently as you looked up.

The blondes eyes were closed as she enjoyed the feeling of your lips on her. She nearly didn't hear you, lost in the feeling of your lips.

“Sí, it hurts a little more here.” She pulled her shorts further down, showing the v line on her rock solid stomach. She pointed a little closer to her inner thigh.

“Here?” You let your fingers trace her skin where she pointed.

“Hmm, hmm.” She nodded down at you, almost pouting.

God, this girl. You didn't even have to try hard to get her how you wanted her.

You peckd the soft flesh like she asked. Moving closer to where you knew she secretly but not so secretly, wanted you.

Alexia was already getting wet, the simple touch of your lips were spreading a wave of need for you through her body. She knew you were playing into her but she didn't care, she needed a gentle touch, she wanted to feel you like this. She wanted to let go.

“You’re so brave, aren't you, baby?” You whispered as you moved further inwards on her thigh. You could already smell her wetness, making your mouth taste buds water.

“You think I’m brave?” Her tone was soft.

“Of course. You’re the bravest.”

She gave you a sweet smile, biting her lip in the process. 

“It looked like it hurt when you hit the floor.” Your breath ghosted her sensitive flesh.

“It hurt so bad.” She sighed at your soft touch.

“Hmmm, my poor brave girl.” Your fingers pulled her shorts further down, finally revealing her sex. You smiled against her skin as you saw the shiny wet streaks already sticking to her lips. 

You felt fingers gently comb through your loose hair. 

“Sí. It hurts, amor.”

“How can I make it better?” You whispered as your mouth was inches from her pussy.

“Your tongue.” She husked.

Hook, line and sinker. 

“My tongue?” You asked innocently.

“Sí, it will make me feel better. It will make the pain go away.” God, she sounded desperate.

“Are you sure?” Your lips pressed against the crease of her thigh and lips. 

“Sí. Please.” She begged, her fingers flexed against your head, your hair tangling between her digits. The small throb between her legs began to ache, she could feel her wetness pooling between her lips. She couldn’t even be embarrassed at how quick of a mess she became for you.  

“My mouth will make you feel better?” You teased as your tongue darted out soft against her skin.

“Merda.Sí. It will, please, cariño.”

You leaned back for a moment. You pulled your hair into a high ponytail. You watched Alexia’s chest raise as her breathing became quicker. 

“Let me make you feel better then, baby.”

That was all Alexia needed to hear when she clumsily and eagerly pulled at her shorts, making them drop at her ankles. Her large hands gently gripped at your ponytail and guided your mouth to her hot and sensitive core. You instinctively stuck your tongue out, allowing the blonde to move your head against herself. Her essence coated your taste buds as you moved your tongue deeper inside, making your mouth water at her familiar taste. 

“Sí, sí. This feels so good.” 

Her hips gently rocked into your face as you began to work your mouth against her. You’d let her control this however she wanted, if it meant she would feel a little bit better. 

You felt your cunt throb when you heard her small little gasp each time your tongue flicked over her clit. You groaned against her softly as her hands gripped tighter at your hair.

“Baby. Medra. Your mouth. You make me feel so good.”

Her head leaned back as the pleasure of your tongue sent tingles up her spine and through her body. 

You lapped through her wet folds, moving in a slow and gentle motion. You wanted to make sure she could feel every inch of your tongue as it rolled through velvety folds. You made sure to be loud about it, whimpering as you felt her juices gathering at her core. And you were more than happy to swallow every drop of her. 

“Bebé. Déu.” She exhaled a shaky breath.

You were in heaven as you knelt on your knees pleasing your girlfriend, giving her everything she wanted, moving at her pace. 

You sat back, looking up at the half naked goddess in front of you. Alexia’s hooded eyes followed your movements, watching her own juices clinging to your swollen lips as you sat back.

“You taste so good, baby.” 

A shy smile crossed her face. “You feel so good. I don’t want you to stop.”

“I’ll go for as long as you need.” You winked up at her before kissing her lips.

Instead of going straight back to her core, you pressed your lips against her skin, kissing and licking her thighs leaving wet marks in your trail. Alexia watched you with awe. Her eyes closed as she felt you worship her. The tension in her body started to fade, she couldn't even feel the pain anymore, all she could think and feel was you. 

You moved your face back between her legs, taking one long swipe of your tongue through her velvety folds, delicately sucking her clit between your plump lips. You quickly had the girl moaning loudly above you.

Her hips began to move at her a quicker pace, thrusting your mouth deeper between her legs. 

“Just like that. Merda. Your mouth is perfect.”

The blonde could feel her orgasm fast approaching, the hot feeling in her stomach began to rise. She couldn't hold back her small whimpers, the ones you knew of by heart. You were slow with it, every flick of your tongue was precise as you heard the girl approaching her climax. 

You brought your hands up, curving around Alexia's firm arse. You squeezed her flesh encouraging her hips to keep thrusting. You couldn't stop the smile on your wet lips when you heard the moan that escaped her throat. 

Alexia glanced down at you, her lips parted open as she watched you on your knees for her. 

Your eyes were closed, a small frown sat between your brow as you concentrated on nothing but her pleasure. Your ponytail was wrapped tightly around her first as she guided your head back and forth between her thighs. The lude and wet sucking of your mouth was loud as your tongue eagerly caressed her cunt. She smirked, biting her bottom lip when she spotted her essence messily smeared over your cheeks and chin. 

God, she loved this sight of you.

“You look so good on your knees for me.” Her voice rasped.

You opened your eyes at her words. You cheekily winked up at her smirking into her pussy. 

She let out a breathless chuckle, picking up her pace as she held you impossibly closer. Muffled moans escaped your lips as you kept sucking her clit, vibrating against the bud. The grip in your hair became tighter, as she felt her orgasm just on the edge, a few more thrust of her hips and you were pushing over the edge. Her knees started to shake, the small quick panting her orgasm rippled through her body.

“Sí! Sí! Don’t stop!”

You held on to her cheeks as her hips smacked against your mouth, her essence washing over your tongue as you kept sucking her clit. A shaky deep breath exhaled from her lips as she slowly came to a stop, releasing the hold she had on your hair. 

“Wow.” She closed her eyes, her muscles still spasming.

You gave a few gentle licks, before she gripped your hair again, gently pulling you back. You smiled as you looked up at blown out hazel eyes and a goofy grin on her face.

“Feeling better?” You gave her thigh a sweet kiss.

“Sí, so much better. But it might be painful for a while. I might need you to do that every time it hurts.” She forced a fake pout.

You threw your head back, giggling at your girlfriend's needy voice. 

“I’m always here to help. Even if it means being on my knees for you.” 

She stroked your face lovingly, giving you that toothy smile she only shared with you.

You kissed her thigh again, inhaling the smell of her as your lips got close to her pussy once more. Your soft touches sent sparks to her still throbbing clit. 

Alexia bit her lip as she watched you. Her mind clouded with arousal. 

“Amor, it's still a bit painful. I think I need you again.” She pleaded.

“Anything for you, Ale.”

And you were more than happy to be guided back between her legs, making sure she forgot all about the pain.

[thir10th]

hi love! i'd like to req emily smut, maybe a little more on the rough side if you'd be comfortable with that, where she gets jealous over reader and shows that through sex

if you want something less vague, it could be when reader brings emily lunch to her office and morgan keeps flirting with her, leading to some action in emily's office

I'll be doing these two together cause why not. I hope you don't mind! thanks for requesting, and I hope you liked it!!

jealousy - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: see the asks, it's a mix of both, it kind of took a turn, but i hope you still enjoy it! tw: jealousy, a very poor try at dom Emily, fingering, breast play?, idk tws are so hard once you've finished writing🥲, i think that's it lmk if i'm missing smth a/n: no idea if there's a way for me to link both asks here, someone lmk if there is

It's only 8.00 am when you enter the police station, two bodies in the past 12 hours required the early hours, everyone had to be focused, your mind had to be only in one place. However, this wasn't the case for all the people on that room.

The local police officer at the head of the case had some other things in his mind.

He starts by boldly checking you out, looks at you up and down, stopping and staring at the short tank top you were wearing, which makes you uncomfortable enough to cover yourself with your arms as much as you can.

The look your girlfriend sends to him doesn't go unnoticed to you, you start to believe she will set him on fire just with her stare, she places herself covering your body to shake his hand, which she gripes a bit too harder than the usual.

If you didn't know her any better, you would say she is jealous.

But there was just no way, right? Emily Prentiss doesn't get jealous, she's too confident for that, she has you so well wrapped around her finger, she doesn't need to be jealous. Right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"so you think this... unsub like you call him, could be on a killing spree because of his mother?" the agent asks you, staring at the last picture you just sticked to the board with a puzzled look.

"we're positive, we've seen this modus before, it's a clear pattern" you explain

"ugh, so talking about mommy issues" you can't help the little snicker that scapes your lips.

He looks triumphant, fully believes he's got you under his spell. He couldn't be more wrong.

The familiar hand that slides behind you on your lower back makes you jump, Emily comes around you, standing closer than she usually does.

"hey, what were you talking about?" she asks, tilting her head.

"oh, nothing just the case" you say, unbothered.

"just the case huh?" you turn your head to see how she's staring at him, as he walks away from you both.

"Em? what is it?" you ask suspicoisly.

"nothing, i just don't understand, what could be so funny if you were just talking about the case..." she says sarcastically

"oh my god" you try to keep your voice down, but the excitement is still noticeable "oh my god, Emily, you're jealous!"

"what? What do you mean I'm jealous?" her voice a couple octaves higher, making it so obvious to you she's lying.

"that's not even a real answer!" you say.

"ugh..." she lets out one of those little sounds she always makes when she knows she's been caught, you think it's adorable.

"ok, so maybe... maybe I just... don't like the way he looks at my girlfriend, so sue me!" she tries defending herself, but you couldn't take it seriously for your life, you find it adorable, the slight pink tinting her cheeks, her reassuring hand still resting on your lower back.

"Emily, c'mon, you know i love you" you kiss her cheek, she kisses you back but still doesn't look so convinced.

The thing is, you could not be any less attracted to that man, there was no way in the world you would find his flirting any appealing, but the idea of teasing Emily sounds too exciting.

A little fun never hurt anyone, right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"...hellooo, earth to Prentiss?"

Morgan waves a hand in front of Emily’s face and she’s brought back to reality.

"what?" she asks.

"i said, could you please put your frown away, you're scaring Reid" Spencer doesn't even hear the comment, too focused on the case file to even pay attention to the conversation that was taking place right beside him.

"my frown is just where it has to be, thank you" she says raising an eyebrow at that.

Derek gives a scoff, and Rossi chuckles at the whole stupidity of the situation. “If y/n can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you, she’s sure gonna think you're planning a murder.”

"i might just be" she mutters

"I think I know what's going on" Rossi intervenes "she isn't looking at y/n" he explains pointing at you "I think someone might be jealous"

You are only a few feet away, discussing your last findings with the detective, trying to laugh at every little thing he says, making sure Emily is watching.

"I'm not jealous" she defends "she is so clearly not interested, but what if she needs me to step in?" her attempt to make up a good excuse isn't good enough for any of them to buy it

"if that helps you, but all i can hear is jealousy" a big, cocky smile spread on Morgan's face, it's only making her angrier

"c'mon, or we will too have to face the consequences of the territorial monster of jealousy when it explodes" Rossi says, dragging Morgan away

"yeah, mark your territory" Morgan laughs, while Emily gives him the finger "go get her lover!"

It's your loud chuckle that draws the line for her. When you finally get away from the persistent officer, you turn to see Emily isn't there anymore, taking your phone you see 2 new message from her.

From Em💕: you better knock your shit off baby.

From Em💕: That's it. You're so in for it later.

That one makes your heart throb, it shortly makes you wonder if you had taken it too far. This was not gonna end well for you.

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Hotch decides to call it for the day, sending you off to start fresh in the morning, when a male voice you had heard enough already, calls your name

"Agent, I was wondering if you would be in for a drink with me?" he asks, eyeing you up and down yet again.

You are so sure you would find it just as disgusting if you weren't so gay, and so in love with your girlfriend.

"oh, sorry but no, actually, I-" a much more familiar female voice interrupts you "she's with me" Emily says.

He can't believe his eyes, Emily wraps her arm around your waist pulling you close to her body "hi babe" she says, kissing your lips, you return the kiss, a bit amused at her jealousy, but loving the possessiveness she was showing.

"Sorry, you were saying?" she asks, the man still open-mouthed, he can't bring himself to even speak.

"nothing... ugh, good night, agents" he dismisses you, and walks away defeated.

Emily and you head out of the bullpen, her arm still securely wrapped around your waist, she slides her hand on your back pocket, grabbing a handful of your ass possessively, making you chuckle.

"wanna talk about it?" you ask her innocently

"oh we are gonna be doing a bit more than talking you and me"

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Emily doesn't even leave time for the door to close, and you have a split second to register your thoughts before she closes the door and walks over in one long stride and slams you into the wall.

Her mouth attacks yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, her tongue invading in a fight for dominance, that you just let her win, she is determined to have her way with you, and you aren't going to stop her.

She wasted no time in getting her hands on you, roughly rubbing her hands over your exposed skin. You, however, delicately placed your arms around her neck and when you both pulled apart to breathe.

"what's wrong, Em?" you ask her, breathlessly

"you know what? For starters, I didn't like the way he was looking at you" she starts, her breath warm against your skin, she lowers her head getting your neck, kissing it so sweetly you feel you could melt

she is quick to find your pulse point, mouth-opened kisses all over your skin, she nips all over your spot, which makes you moan

"but then imagine my surprise when i saw you, flirting back" her hand finds her way underneath your shirt, reaching for your breast, she finds no more resistance as you aren't wearing a bra, your other nipple peaking through your shirt in excitement.

She uses her free hand to grip your ass, you jump at the feeling whimpering on her mouth, her closeness only making you more excited.

"but you don't like him, do you, baby?" she asks, teasing you, she leaves a soft kiss on your lips

"he wouldn't stand a chance, we both know men aren't really your type" Emily says lowly, nipping at the tender spot behind your ear. 

She slips her leg between yours, a soft moan escapes your lips.

"so you just wanted to make me jealous" you're too deep in her dominance to even register anything, letting out soft whimpers every time her thumb brushes against the nub and grips the soft skin of your breast

"god... Emily" you let out, as Emily pulls your thighs apart with her hand.

"you know, baby, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked" she attacks your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave purple marks you couldn't care any less about now.

Emily presses her fingertips against the crotch of your jeans "your clothes. Take them off or I'll rip them off" she commands, taking a step back from you, leaving too little space to maneuver.

You knew better than to tease her when she was like this. A shiver of excitement runs through your back, and you comply.

You take your jeans off then, your shirt, quickly throwing them somewhere far on the room.

You move to kiss her again, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss, but she doesn't let you, instead she grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up.

You wrap your legs around her waist, she carries you to bed, laying you down just harshly enough to make you even more excited for whats to come.

"you are gonna do exactly what i ask you to tonigh, you know why, baby?" you hold your breath, you're not sure if she actually wants you to answer, but you try nonetheless "because I'm yours"

Your answer seems to satisfy her, as she begins kissing her way down your body, taking special care to nip at your collarbone and stomach to leave more marks than the one's on your neck.

The soft cloth of her shirt rubs against your skin and as if just now realising she was still dressed, you grab the hem of her shirt and help her take it off, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of the room, like you had done with your own clothes.

And not a moment later, she is back to kissing your body, stopping suddenly when she reached the hemline of your underwear.

Her hand navigates down them, she dips low enough to collect your arousal on her fingertips before rubbing your clit forcefully. Your body reacts immediately, curling forward. "Em!" you moan

"what's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue? use your words, if you want me to stop the teasing, just say it"

"fuck...Em, please, I'm yours, please Emily, yours" you confirm, closing your eyes and letting your hips rock against her hand.

“Who are you this wet for?” Emily demands, nipping at your earlobe.

"just you" you whimper, desperation starting to build in your lower stomach

"that's right baby" the cocky smile on her lips makes your eyes roll. You obviously loved slow, romantic love making with your grilfriend, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't love this side of her just as much.

She continued to move her fingers inside of you and you met each thrust but you almost fell apart when she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed hard.

She uses her free hand to play with your breast, you let out a gasp when her tongue moves over it spurred you on and she begins to gently suck on it while her hand still caressed your other breast. 

You melt into the mattress at her words. "let go, c'mon baby, I got you" you cum on the spot, as she fucks you through your orgasm, she let's you ride your high.

Emily lays down beside you as you come down from the climax, she kisses your lips softly, lovingly this time, less urgent.

"you know i didn't mean any of it right? I was just playing with you, i love you. He didn't stand a chance" you try to clarify

"yes baby, i know, i love you too, i wasn't so harsh with you right?" she asks concerned. Sometimes you can't believe how Emily's mood changes so fast, from all dominating, incredibly sexy, to concerned, soft girlfriend.

"Em, it was perfect" you say, grabbing her face and pecking her lips "you are perfect" you kiss her again.

"well, good, because we're just getting started, i'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet" she grins.

"Like i said, I'm all yours, agent Prentiss" she sits to straddle you, and you grab her face to pull her in for another kiss.

Emily caresses your neck with her thumb, looking at the purple marks she had previously left "this will be hard to cover tomorrow"

"who says I'm covering them?"

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Sitting on your usual spot on the plane, you lay behind Emily's amr, resting your head on her shoulder as she reads.

You aren't oblivious of the look on Morgan's face, right in front of you.

The shirt you chose had your neck and cleavage all on display, small and big purple marks cover your skin.

He stares bluntly at you, a cheeky smile covering his face "So y/n, looks like you and Prentiss had yourselves a good night. Care to share?"

Emily gives him the finger.

"in your dreams" you say.

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wow! a lot longer than i expected it to be! finishing this one gave me a headache so please like and reblog if you liked it, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated! <333 reqs still open as always!

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glasses pt. 3

nerd!eunseok x reader | 7.5k words

the third installment to a well liked seriez. this couple is loved by me and so many other people. thank you to my dearie who commissioned me to write this. i got a little carried away (per usual). i hope it's to your liking heh and sorry for making oyu wait forever.

contains: eunseok plotting on the reader a lil, protected sex, fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving)

glasses: one | two | three

You didn’t tell Yunjin and Giselle about your visit to Eunseok’s until two weeks later. When you told them to guess what happened when you went over to his place after class they faked contemplation before answering in a second.

“He played on his computer while you were whoring out on his bed.” Giselle said.

“And he didn't even notice?” Yunjin added.

You had smug look on your face and in a second Giselle and Yunjin were looking at you with wide eyes. They leaned forward over their lunch trays to your side of the booth as you leaned backwards. You crossed your arms and Giselle and Yunjin looked to eachother before looking back to you.

“You’re fucking lying.” Giselle said.

“There’s no way.” Yunjin says.

You shrug to your friends skeptical faces, and then they were gasping so loud you had to preemptively shush them with a finger to your lips.

“You actually fucked him?” Giselle asks.

Giselle’s eyebrows are raised like she can’t quite believe it. Something about your friends doubting the idea of you and Eunseok getting together makes you want to defend him more. You remember Giselle and Yunjin saying he didn’t have it in him, that he didn’t like you to begin with.

“He actually fucked me.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

Yes you may have been playing it up to your friends. By your groups standards, you were definitely the one who fucked him. He was the one who came first (both times), the one you made the move on, the one you instructed. But they were doubting you and the man you had grown fond of. Stretching the truth a little wasn’t a problem. Eunseok was desperate to please and was red all the way down to his stomach, and he genuinely looked mortified when he realized you didn’t finish. He was a person after all, and he was one of the few men you felt fond of outside the idea of having sex. He was so oblivious to your advances but rose to the challenge as soon as he could. You had your fun with him, and seeing the shocked looks and slacked jaws of your friends made you laugh.

“No fucking way.” Giselle said.

You nodded your head and threw up your hands to really sell it. Giselle and Yunjin were giggling like schoolgirls in front of you repeating how they didn’t know he had it in him. You spared them the details, like his friends hearing him moan over voice chat and  how he was packing underneath all those baggy clothes. They were still reeling off the fact that you made it past putting out signals and him missing every single one.

“Have you seen him since?” Yunjin asked.

That’s when you shake your head. Before you can tell your friends that you haven’t been sitting in the same spot in class for two weeks or have been skipping the class all together, Yunjin and Giselle both look over your shoulder before tilting their heads to the side. Giselle looks at you and smiles, Yunjin starts looking at her plate.

“He’s coming over here.” Yunjin says under her breath.

You turn your body in the booth seat, desperately trying to not look over your shoulder but to also confirm who the he is. Certainly it’s not the same he who you were talking about seconds ago. He never comes to the cafe, instead cooking the same meal over and over in his dorm or ordering takeout. The only time you’ve seen him eating in the cafe was on the rare occasion he would join his friend.

But Eunseok was alone. He was alone and taking strides towards your lunch table, hand gripping the strap of his backpack. You stayed still in your seat, fulling eyeing him before turning to face your friends.

“Is he actually coming over here?” You ask, confused.

Although you’ve talked about Eunseok plenty to Giselle and Yunjin, they’ve never met. At most, they had built a relationship of crossing paths and awkward snatches of conversation. You walking with Giselle and Yunjin and calling out to Eunseok just to wave at him. Your unamused friends waving to not be rude and Eunseok waving back because he didn’t know what else to do. Trying to rope him into a conversation with your friends where he would avoid eye contact before making up a terrible excuse about needing to go to his next class.

Your friends had seen you a couple times before or after class when you’d be bothering Eunseok. You’re almost certain they’ve never exchanged words beyond the awkward hey and Eunseok avoiding eye contact. They’d tell him you that Eunseok was weird, but you’d tell him he was just shy. Once you really get to know him he’s a sweetheart, just a sweetheart who avoids conversation whenever he can. So it’s weird, seeing him barrel towards a conversation he doesn’t have to have with new people he’s barely met. But he’s determined, not stopping as Giselle nods her head to your question.

“He’s coming over here.” Giselle said.

Then, as if on cue, Eunseok’s steps started to falter. People pass by him, on their way back to the food for seconds or heading outside of the dining hall altogether. You, Yunjin, and Giselle don’t speak. Three pairs of eyes stare at him, you’re all still watching his next move. His steps get a little slower, Eunseok turns to nod to someone when they apologize for bumping into him. 

A quick glance backwards showed that he hesitated, then looked around, then he started moving with the traffic of people leaving to make a beeline for the vending machines.

“He’s no longer coming over here.” Yunjin said.

You waved your hands in front of your friends quickly, trying to get their attention away from Eunseok and back at you. Now it was you leaning over the table, making them come forward to hear you.

“That’s because you guys are staring at him.” You seethe underneath your breath.

Giselle further proved your point by carelessly looking over your shoulder, staring at Eunseok looking at the terribly curated selection of chips and snacks. After a second she’s already seen enough, looking at you.

“He’s fake browsing the vending machine.” She deadpans. 

Yunjin laughs, finally starting to eat her food. She spares a less obvious glance over her shoulder, a smile on her lips when she turns back to you.

“I think he’s waiting for you.” She says.

You swear you can see Eunseok’s ears turn pink as he presses his hand to the glass of the vending machine. He leans close, tilting his head and moving like he’s really trying to sell the fact that he’s considering buying something. You feel embarrassed that you find him obviously waiting so cute, even when your friends look at you like they can’t believe it. There’s no way the man that allegedly put it down on you two weeks ago is too afraid to walk over and say hi.

“Watch my stuff for me, please?” You ask your friends.

Yunjin and Giselle both ooh and aah at you quietly as you get up from the table. You have to wave your hands for them to be quiet again, and you start walking towards Eunseok. His back is turned towards you, and you know your appearance doesn’t matter. Whatever you do would have him blushing and avoiding eye contact all the same. Still, you find yourself making sure your shirt is falling just right on your body, your hair is laying the way it’s supposed to, and you’re clearing your throat to get ready to talk.

When you make it to the vending machine, Eunseok is still fake browsing. He’s looking at nothing but everything at the same time, pretending like you didn’t surprise him even though he jumps in his skin when he catches you in the reflection of the glass. The fluorescent lighting in the machine shows your reflection, and you can see Eunseok quickly glance to the side before you do the same thing. You find yourself starting to fake browse too, running over the assortment of snacks you don’t even like. 

People leaving the dining hall pass behind the two of you. No one is coming up to the machine, neither of you are making a purchase. Just looking past the glass, waiting for the other to say something first.

“I didn’t see you at class today.” Eunseok says.

The Oreo’s look tempting. You don’t remember the last time you tried Sun Chips.

“Just felt like playing hooky I guess.” You say.

You’re both still locked in on the vending machines. Atleast you don’t have to worry about a line, because no one bothers to waste their time or money to get stale snacks. They also don’t want to gamble either, because these machines are notorious for stealing your cash and not giving you anything in return. You still have the five dollar meal voucher from the lunch lady when it ate your money your first year. But still, maybe an expired Cliff Bar is worth it.

“You didn’t miss much.” Eunseok says. “Just the usual lecture stuff. There’s an assignment due tomorrow, though.”

You hum in acknowledgment, as if you both don’t know that you’ve already seen it. Eunseok has stated the obvious, because you know that he knows you’re not helpless in that class. The Orbit Gum tablets are calling your name in the bottom row. You bring your fingers over the button, before you can take the gamble and insert your five dollar bill you change your mind again.

“Wanna come over?” Eunseok asks.

Your hand freezes. The invitation makes you turn towards Eunseok, who’s still mindlessly staring ahead. You have never been on the receiving end of an invitation from him. Whenever you’ve ended up at his apartment it’s always been you inviting yourself over, taking advantage of the fact that he’s never told you no. Two weeks ago you told yourself you’d take a step back from being overbearing. You might’ve clung to him too hard, bothered him too much in class when he was trying to focus. Interrupting his games too woo him, invading his space since the semester started, disrupting the peace he created for himself. 

Hearing that he wants you over is different. Knowing that he has enjoyed you sitting on his bed and bothering him makes you feel like you’ve done something right. Another thing you find comforting is that Eunseok still stares forward, pretending like you’re not there. He’s nervous too, but you’ve never said no to him either. 

You know Giselle and Yunjin are watching. You’re sure they’re full on peering over the edge of the booth, shamelessly looking to see what the nerd is saying to their bestfriend. You have something to maintain with them and Eunseok alike, you’re not sure what but you must maintain it. So even when you feel like your chest is about to explode you move forward to be in his line of sight, peering up at him.  

His hand is tight around his backpack strap again, you can see the blush across his cheeks. Looking at his glasses takes you back to when they were resting on your flushed face, obscuring your vision while he fixed them crooked with shaking wet hands. You admire that he holds eye contact with you, even through him clearing his throat and his pupils shaking.

“Why do you want me to come over?” You ask.

Eunseok pushes his frames up with his other hand. You have to cross your arms to hide the fact you’re pinching your sides in an attempt to ground yourself. Why are you so much more nervous now than you were on the edge of his bed two weeks ago? The lack of contact since then must be the reason. The fact that you two are both trying to seem unbothered while clearly being bothered  must also be another reason. Giselle and Yunjin watching just a few feet away is the terrible cherry on top.

“I got a drone.” He says. 

When you accepted Eunseok’s invitation and half-assed reason for wanting you over you bounded back to the table like nothing happened. They both imitated how Eunseok was apparently shaking like a leaf while you remained calm and collected. You told them that Eunseok wanted to show you his new drone and they laughed. They laughed at the both of you, because Eunseok was inviting a pretty girl over to play with his new toy and they laughed at you because you accepted it. Giselle remained steadfast in her belief that you were going over there just to play with his drone. Yunjin told you that he wasn’t going to make a move. You excused yourself from dinner quickly, saying you were full before they could get another word in. 

Eunseok was already home by the time you made it to his apartment. You had to take a detour to your place, then a detour to the side of his building to give yourself an impromptu pep talk. There was something riding on you meeting this time after two weeks of radio silence. Things felt less at stake when Eunseok didn’t know or pretended to not know what you wanted from him. Now that you were knocking on his door after sex and two weeks of pretending like the sex didn’t happen you were nervous. 

Usually you had to wait outside his door. He always acted like you were going to recant your invitation, and you had to wait for a break in his games for him to come to you. This time when you knocked on the door you heard things moving, and his rushed steps on the other side. He opened the door a crack and then all the way, presenting his apartment to you like you hadn’t seen it before.  

“You came quick.” Eunseok says.

“I really wanted to see your drone.” You reply.

It’s hard to sound enthusiastic. You’ve been overthinking since the dining hall and you’re not entirely sure the drone even exists. You’re just looking at Eunseok looking at you, nodding before he moves out of the way to let you into the apartment.

When he lets you inside, the first thing you notice is the couch. The first piece of non-bed and non-loveseat furniture takes up space in the living room and the television sits on an actual stand instead of the floor. There’s a coffee table too, another place people can eat food on besides standing at the counter in the kitchen or his gaming desk. 

“It’s like a real person lives here now, Seok.” You say when he closes the door behind you.

Eunseok takes the teasing with a distracted laugh. He’s almost fidgety navigating his space, walking around in bee lines instead of his usual straight path. He walks around you, then the couch, then the coffee table, then his kitchen before he makes it to the counter. You watched his nervous path, all the way until he made it to his drone. 

He looked at his newest toy before looking to you, his fingers tapping on the table. He wanted you to say something, you’re sure of it. The drone is cool, and you can tell Eunseok thinks it’s cool too by the way he set it up on his kitchen counter so it’d be the first thing you’d see. He made sure to turn it so the front was facing you, and the complex remote was right next to it. Like he was trying to tempt you to reach forward and grab the remote without asking.

“You actually got a drone.” You say.

Eunseok nods before reaching for the remote. He’s pushing on knobs and levers, and almost instantly the drone starts hovering above the kitchen counter. You back up by instinct but Eunseok starts smiling, so boyish and happy as he commands his newest toy around. He flies it around the small space of his kitchen, above and over him so he can turn around and follow it. 

The two of you watch in silence and let the whirring of the fans fill the room. Eunseok is already an expert, flying it around the living room and avoiding the fan. He flies it around your tense body and over the couch. He follows it and you watch him, and he turns back to you to show you all of his tricks. He makes the drone flip and fly upside down, then he makes it move side to side quickly. He narrowly misses his new curtains and the corner of the television, but the drone is still in one piece when he makes it land perfectly in the middle of the coffee table. He sits down on the couch the same time the drone lands.

When he’s down he looks over the top of the couch to you, eyes bright with that smile still across his face. You smile with him, you can’t help it as you circle the couch to sit on the other end. 

“That was cool.” Eunseok smiles even more, nodding his head proudly. “Why’d you get it?” You ask.

You try to sound as nonjudgemental as possible. You didn’t think of Eunseok to be a big spender, outside of the skins for the games he’s talked your ear off about and the manga collection lining his shelves. Outside of that, Eunseok is frugal. He buys things he needs, rarely thinking about what he wants. Sitting on a couch with space for more than one personal is already abnormal, and looking at his television rest on a TV stand rather than the floor is weird to. You also believe he doesn’t go outside nearly enough to get a drone. You think this is similar to an indoor cat getting a harness, or a man who values his life getting a motorcycle.

He shrugs his shoulders. He looks at the drone and then his remote.

“Just wanted it.” Eunseok messes with the controller a little more, gripping it in his hands before he offers it to you. “Wanna try?” He asks. 

Eunseok has never been greedy of his belongings, he was never the type to hate sharing. But he’s never had to consider it. He’s lived alone his entire adult life, and even as a child he never had to share. Even when he offered you the remote it was awkward, half placing it in your lap before you even considered taking it.

“I don’t know how to fly a drone.” You say.

That got him excited. He’s scooting to your end of the couch quickly, he’s already ushering the remote into your hands. You take it and Eunseok’s thigh is touching yours, his hand is ghosting over yours as he points to a dial.

“Just push that.” Eunseok gets a little closer, his other hand comes close to actually touching yours. But he keeps a distance, pointing to the other side of the remote to a switch. “Press that at the same time.” He instructs.

This reminds you of something. You’re timid pressing both of the switches at the same time, afraid of doing something wrong. The fear of breaking Eunseok’s newest toy almost makes you want to hand the remote back to him, but he’s urging you to do it and arguably looks more excited for you to use his toy than he was. Even when the drone wobbles on the hover he’s smiling. He follows the drone up, and points at another lever below your finger. 

“Press that to make it move side to side.”

You do as your told, and both you and Eunseok watch the shaky drone follow your movements. Left and right, a little diagonal when you accidentally take your finger off of the switch. Eunseok leans more into the couch as you get used to it, and his hand that was ghosting over yours goes to rest on the back of the couch behind your body. He gets a little closer to you and he pulls his leg into his lap. 

You try to focus on the drone as you feel Eunseok start to caress your shoulder. His hand was hesitant at first, a clenched fist resting on the back of the couch before he finally spread out his palm and let his first finger touch you. He makes it hard for you to focus flying this thing when he fully clasps over your shoulder, rubbing it gently. He also makes it hard to focus because he pretends he’s not touching you, even when you can feel the sweat on his palm. Eunseok points at the drone with his other hand when it starts to get a little too shaky, then to the remote clutched in your hands.

“You have to press both of them at the same time.” He says.

You follow his instructions, until his drone comes closer and closer to the coffee table. The dismount is rough, you clench your teeth at terrible thought of breaking Eunseok’s precious drone. He doesn’t react the same. He continues holding your shoulder even when the controller for the drone rests awkwardly on your lap. 

“Eunseok, I really like your drone. I really do think it’s cool but—”

“I want you to stay.” He says quickly.

“You want me to stay?” You ask.

There’s only been two times Eunseok has directly expressed that he wants you to continue invading his space. The first was right before he came in your mouth two weeks ago, and the second was now. He’s just desperate enough when he says it, his hands still holding your shoulder and the other moves to grab the remote from your lap. The words slipped out before he could figure out how to calmly say it, if he was going to say it at all. 

“Why do you want me to stay?” 

You watch Eunseok try so hard to keep eye contact with you. The way his flat hair is tucked underneath his glasses is cute. He’s due for a haircut too, because it’s getting to the length where it stats covering his eyes and he starts making subtle complaints about it.

“Because I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“You see me nearly everyday.” You push your luck further, trying to see how far you can get Eunseok to go. He already told you he wants you here, he’s already told you he missed you. You let your hand travel to his thigh, right where his basketball shorts rode up to reveal his skin. He’s warm already, he even freezes underneath your touch. “But I’m here. Right now.” You look at Eunseok, and see the rosy tint already appearing on his cheeks. You start tracing the beginning of a pattern, and you look at the crown of his head to see strands of hair sticking up. ”Seok.”

“Take your shirt off.”

He spoke fast. His order fell from his lips and stayed in the air, the two of you eyeing eachother trying to figure out if what you heard was real. Eunseok’s eyes are wide, yours are still blinking as you try to process what’s happening. Not only did he approach you in the dining hall he never eats at, and share things with you he’s never shared with you before, but now he’s telling you what to do when he’s always let you do things to him. Everything from today leaves your hand frozen on his leg and your lips parted. 

You can tell Eunseok shocked himself. The blush on his neck gives him away, and the fact that he’s holding your shoulder makes it seem like it’s for comfort more than anything else. He’s going to recant his order at any moment, or profusely apologize for reading this situation wrong. Before his lip can twitch you let your hands go to the bottom of your shirt too fast, pulling it over your head and then tossing it to the ground. Your shirt ends up crumbled next to the drone on the coffee table, and you settle back into the couch. Eunseok’s arm is still along the back of the couch, and his eyes are even wider. 

You’re sure you still match his frazzled expression. The same Eunseok that struggled to hold eye contact when you first met him is told you what to do. You put your hands on your knees and sit up straighter, doing everything except verbally telling him how ready you are to listen.

He’s slow getting up from the couch. He hesitates for a moment before standing in front of you. On his couch you tilt your head up until it’s uncomfortable, until you can him look down at you and push his glasses up with a timid hand. His body is so close to you. His baggy shirt frames the broadness of his shoulders, leaving everything else about him to the imagination. You’re in your bra and pants, looking up to him waiting for what’s next. 

He reaches his hand to you but you stay still. He lets his hand go to the tip of your head, gliding down until he touches your cheek. His hand moves to your arm then your back, pulling you closer and you lean into his touch fully. He’s holding your shoulders, your eyes almost start to cross from keeping them open for so long. You don’t want to miss a single thing. The way he pulls at you, the way his shirt moves in front of you, the way he parts his lips just to close them before he brings himself to say something.

“Get on your knees.” He whispers.

He’s still looking at you wide eyed like he can’t believe the orders are falling from his mouth. He stutters, but you don’t hesitate when you start sliding off the couch. When Eunseok slowly puts the remote control down on the coffee table you listen, melting fully off the couch to rest on your knees. You’re timid getting into place, the most jumpy you’ve ever been in Eunseok’s presence. 

He’s the same way he was in his gaming chair, nearly shaking as he settles in front of you. The scene is awkward. Eunseok doesn’t know what to do now that he’s lead you half naked to the ground, and you don’t want to do anything to scare him out of whatever mood he’s found himself in. From avoided looks in class to being ordered to your knees you’ve made it too far to ruin it now. You’re overexerting yourself to show Eunseok how good you’re being. Hands folded on top of your thighs, perfect posture, looking up at him with everything you got. The blush creeps to his cheeks as his glasses slide down his nose. You watch Eunseok’s hands wrap around the belt of his pants.

“Can I—”

You nod before he can even finish. You find yourself wanting him to not ask for a single thing. He lets out a silent exhale and starts undoing the perfect bow, the sound of the laces rubbing against eachother makes you shuffle on your knees. You let out an exhale when Eunseok lets go of the loose waistband, letting it pool at his feet. He wasn’t wearing underwear, the baggy shorts hid how he was really feeling about the situation. Your hands ball into fists and you try so hard to keep eye contact, but you can stop yourself from looking down at him.

The quick look up you can see Eunseok impatiently pushing his frames into place. He keeps his thumb underneath the rim and a hand slowly goes to his dick, shuffling forward to your kneeling body. His hand doesn’t leave his glasses until he brings them to your mouth, poking and pinching your sensitive lips.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” He says.

Your hands go to Eunseok’s thighs when he starts dragging his hand up and down his dick. He slows down you give him small nods, letting him know you hear him and you need to see it.

When he starts working his hand again, the sight is unreal. Seeing Eunseok give you a sneak peak of what he does in his time alone makes your mouth water. His hands were barely involved last time, nervously touching you only after you gave him explicit invitations to each time. Now he was skillfully jerking himself off, massaging his tip and letting precum glisten between his fingers.

“I keep thinking about you too.” You say.

Although it seems like you’re saying anything just to appease him, it’s the truth. Like you’re playing the worst game of poker ever, you don’t try to hide anything. You can’t decide if you’ll focus on his hand touching himself or his eyes staring down at you, so you do both. The desperation is palpable, the way you keep fixing your gaze is obvious. You remember how his glasses blurred your vision last time you were in this position with him, and he starts working his hand a little faster at the sound of your voice. 

“You’re so pretty.” Eunseok’s head tilts back when he squeezes himself tighter and you want to cry from the loss of eye contact. He starts fucking his hand and you shuffle forward and touch him so he’ll look down at you again.

“You’re so hot.” His hand still plays with your mouth, two fingers working past your lips to press down hard on your tongue and bottom row of teeth. The intrusion makes saliva collect in your mouth and your jaw parts, making your words sound even more pathetic as they’re slightly gargled. “You don’t even know.” You say.

“You keep telling me that.” He groans quietly.

Eunseok looks down at you again and he presses harder. Your mouth is open the perfect amount, and he stops touching himself to hold his dick steady at the base. Before you can shuffle forward again he taps your lips with his leaking tip. You can feel the slick precum already beginning to chill on your bottom lip. When you stick your tongue out Eunseok taps his tip there too, groaning at the feeling of your warm tongue flat against him. You’re shocked that this was the same Eunseok nervous to even let you touch him. He’s fucked out just from the motions, and he gets so lost the quick taps turn into prominent spaced out slaps. The sound of his heavy dick hitting your tongue makes you dig your nails into his thigh.

“Open up, baby.” His voice is bothered and he’s impatient, pressing your jaw even further apart down until your lips stretch. “Open up for me, please.” He says quietly.

You let his prying fingers open you up until he can slid  into your mouth. Instantly he’s heavy on your tongue, and you can taste him. When you look up Eunseok’s head is tilted back, and he lets out a sigh so wrecked you’re reminded of the last time you were in this position. His hand palms your shoulder, using that as a slow guide to get you to take more of him. His head lulls every direction, and he shivers each time your tongue laves a new area.

“You’re so good at this.” He compliments.

Eunseok starts bringing his own hips forward to fuck your mouth and you hum that you know. Your words aren’t picked up, only the vibration and Eunseok moaning again fills the room.

Even when Eunseok’s hand stopped guiding your shoulders, you continued the movements. Buried in his lap, stretching your lips and jaw as you bobbed your head up and down. Each time you made a gagging sound Eunseok would moan, and his hand eventually went back to your shoulder to grip it with all his might. The pain only motivated you, and the way he was pulsing and getting harder in your mouth told you he was close. His weak whimpers above you were warning signs you were blowing straight past. 

Right when Eunseok’s sounds started getting louder, he pulled you off of him. His dick bobbed in front of your face, and you quickly wiped your watery eyes to get a good look at him. Eunseok was flushed red, and bending down to be eye level with you in an instant.

You could tell something changed when Eunseok started kissing you the second time. Maybe you were still reeling from your overworked gag reflex and the taste of him on your tongue, but it was different. The way he found a slow rhythm it made you think he was doing it on purpose to trip you up. The pace he set was completely opposite of his hands that guided your shoulders. You were the one trying to catch up, not sure if you were going too fast or too slow.

When Eunseok was dragging his tongue over your top row of teeth wasn’t from inexperience, but to get you to open your mouth a little wider. He was kissing just to feel you heave impatient huffs of hot air into his mouth. When you tried turning your head to figure it out his gentle hands kept you in place, making you feel what he was doing to you. Your clutched at the bottom of his shirt hopelessly, fighting back a pitiful sound when he ran his tongue over your lips. 

When Eunseok pulled back and you felt his spit cool on your face, he didn’t apologize or say that he was bad at kissing. He smirked at your glistening face and your mixed drool over lining your lips. He pulled your face back and tilted it up with fingers underneath your chin, smirking at his handiwork. The sheen caught the light and he brought you back in again, just to press his tongue against yours and watch the string of spit connect your open mouths. You didn’t know what to do. You were gormless, glazed over in the eyes as you let your face continue to be tilted by Eunseok. You didn’t even swipe your tongue over your lips to break the string. You kept your eyes on him, suddenly finding yourself waiting for what was next. 

“Did I do something wrong last time you were here?” Eunseok asks.

His eyes are still on your lips, now dry and missing where they were seconds ago. You only think to talk when he looks into your eyes. You shake your head in his hand, eyebrows knitting together to show that you’re sincere.

“I had so much fun.” You say. 

Eunseok stays on your lips, running his thumb over the bottom. He mindlessly plays with your face and mouth, touching you as he brings his eyes up to yours.

“You haven’t bothered me during class in awhile.” He says.

You want to deny it, but it’s the truth. You grip his shirt tighter, trying to figure out why you put off feeling like this for so long. 

“I thought I came on too strong.” You grip Eunseok’s shirt and your back hits the couch. You’re still on the floor and you’re still on your knees. You embarrassingly still need more. “Thought I might’ve scared you away.”

Eunseok kissed you again, deep with his hand holding you steady. When he pulled away you’re eyes were still closed in bliss, opening up again to see his eyes blown out. You were just as wrecked as him, you could see it reflected in his lenses. He was able to see you clearly, the bleary look in your eye and how much of a mess you already were. 

His hands go to the pocket of his basketball shorts, pulling out a condom in the pack you left last time. You watch him tear it with his fingers before his hands are back on you, until you were turned to face the couch. He continued handling you until your legs were spread and your top half was resting on top of the couch. He even fixed your arms until the were laying on top of the cushion, laying the foil wrapper right next to you.

You wait to feel Eunseok’s warmth as he shuffles behind you to slot his body between your legs. You wait for what feels like an eternity, suddenly too nervous to look over your shoulder and see it for yourself. Before you can whine about anything, you feel the tickle of hair on your back and then a wet kiss on your waist.

Instantly you freeze. You can feel Eunseok’s lips travel further down, and a hand on your lower back keeps you from turning to face him.

“Just stay like that.” Eunseok murmurs behind you.

When he kisses the curve of your ass you felt yourself meld into the couch. Your head is resting on the cushion, you swear you can hear your heartbeat when you press your ear into the sofa. Not knowing what’s happening behind you reminds you of the way you had Eunseok two weeks ago. You’re now in his shoes, still reeling from the dried spit on your face while he travels further down.

“Wait.” Your hand is in a panic behind you in seconds, but Eunseok can’t be phased. He grabs your hand and presses it to your lower back, his other hand grabbing your ass. He spreads you out and you whine because you’ve never been like this before, you would’ve never thought Eunseok would have you like this. There’s another wet kiss on your ass and you try to duck away. “Eunseok.” 

His tongue is against your ass, then he works down lower. You’re pressing your face deeper into the couch cushion, scraping against the fabric to try and work through the feeling. It’s wet, he’s messy, he’s loud behind you. You can feel Eunseok’s tongue press into your heat timidly before he’s diving further in. His tongue prods into you, shallow laps that have you instinctually twitching away from his face. Your hand that’s still pinned to your lower back  clenches and spreads out. You try not to make any noise. Like Eunseok’s got your tongue you’re just open mouthed with your eyes screwed shut. There’s no way he has you like this. There’s no way he’s spreading you further, there’s no way you can feel his finger push past into you.

“Feels good, right?” Your entire face is hot. Sweat is lining every part of you and there’s something touching your face to cause the worst kind of discomfort, but you can’t move from the spot he has you in. “You’re so tight.” He pushes your body forward when you jolt from another finger being added. “And wet.” Eunseok adds.

You don’t dare to look behind you. You can hear him situate himself behind you, sitting down and working his fingers inside of you while the other keeps you spread. Any attempt to move your hips away he follows. He doesn’t order you around anymore, accommodating to your swaying hips and your heaving pants against his new couch. You’re sure you’re drooling on his cushions, and you’re making a mess on his fingers. He keeps driving his fingers inside of you, until you’re shaking your head and reaching another panicked head backwards.

“Eunseok I think.” An effort to lift your body off the couch is thwarted when Eunseok’s hand leaves your ass to touch your clit. You’re pressed against the couch again, mouth agape. “I’m close.” You say.

For a moment Eunseok pauses. Just before you rapidly decline from the peak he goes back to the pace he set, constant and grueling and stimulating that drool starts slipping down your chin.

“Really?” He sounds amazed, like everything about what he was doing to you wasn’t calculated. Like he’s just playing with another toy, surprised that you are feeling any sort of pleasure. You nod immediately, and thee quickest look back you can see Eunseok let his glasses slide down lower. They’re foggy, because it’s a million degrees in this room and they’re focused on the part of your body where you’re bent and rocking back on him in the slightest way. Like you’re an experiment he takes you all in. “You’re close?”

If he wasn’t so curious you would’ve thought he was mocking you. But Eunseok is paying attention to everything, recalling what he was doing earlier that made you react to him. You selfishly don’t have it in you to pull him along, tossing compliments over your shoulder to let him know he’s doing the right thing. You’re too distracted, instead focused on crying out when he starts scissoring his fingers and closing your legs in on itself when he starts rubbing your clit the right way.

Eunseok doesn’t even notice that you came. He vocalizes something about how you’re squeezing his fingers, then commenting on how you’re so wet. Then he’s bumping into his coffee table. You’re still weak but he can’t be bothered as he pulls out to wrap an arm around your hip, rearranging you to his liking. You can barely move to follow him, trying to alleviate some of your weight while being moved into place. Eunseok is satisfied quickly with your head resting on the armrest and your hands gripping it for support. You hear him stumble to situate a leg on the coffee table, and he’s back to touching you again.

Eunseok is repeating curses behind you again and again, and you’re trying hard to keep that same form. You have to fight to keep your knee slipping out from underneath you from each thrust. You’re on the brink of overstimulation and Eunseok is trailing close behind you, panting and pressing his sweaty chest to your back. 

“Did you cum?” He asks with the same doubt the first time, and it makes you clench around him again. His shaky fingers loosen the grip on your hip to go to your clit, and just the feeling of him pressing deep makes your entire body twitch. “Did you cum?” 

He repeats the question, and you know it’s because he wants to make sure you’ve finished. But paired with his fingers working through your cries it seems like a threat, almost like a punishment. You lift your head from the armrest, tears staining your cheeks.

When you repeat to him over and over again that you came, and you’re going to cum again, he looks at you like he can’t believe it. His harsh pace with his hips even falter, but you’ve come too far to let anything stop. Now it’s you driving your hips back, working through the burn, the overstimulation, everything to chase after it. Eunseok’s shocked face pulls to ecstasy, and then he’s pulling at your shoulders until your back is pressed to his front. You’re gripping the back of the couch as Eunseok keeps your face turned to meet his lips. Shaky and deep kisses, where he’s just trying to feel the inside of your mouth and you’re trying to focus on getting him to finish. 

Eunseok is the first to pull away to press his head into your shoulder, grunting into your skin as he ruts his hips against yours. You can feel the rim of his glasses press into your skin, and you can feel his hands hastily reach down to grab yours. He’s slipping his fingers between the gaps in yours and holds you tight, rutting into you it punches every breath from your lungs. By the time Eunseok twitches and slumps against you, you’re gasping to catch your breath. He matches your exhaustion, gasping quietly and panting against your back.

His hand is sluggish leaving yours, you stay clutched against the back of the couch and gripping it for support when he pushes his glasses back up his face. You’re staring forward at his front door, trying to come to terms with the fact that you manifested whatever just happened. Yunjin and Giselle really aren’t going to believe you, if you can find the energy to leave his apartment. You feel like you’re stuck now, and you’re about to become an even worse thorn in your side. You pray he doesn’t mind, because he pulls out of you and ties the condom off before he’s lying down and guiding you to lay on top of him. He catches his breath when he wraps his arms around you, breathing deep and rubbing shapes on your skin. 

He’ll never be able to get rid of you after this, you’re sure of it. He holds you tight and you can’t even think of leaving, whatever obligations you had for the rest of the day are cast to the side.

“Seok.” 

You look up to see Eunseok already looking at you. His glasses are halfway down his nose, so far down he looks at you over the rim.

“Can I wear your glasses?”

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Told you not to overdue it (RenéeSlegersXReader)

AN: Here it is, the RenéeXReader fic. Hope you enjoy. Let me know If you want more of the Team moms.

Summary: you thought it was just a normal day at Arsenal but then your next Patient turned out to be your wife.

You just finished taping Lias shoulder when you got the call from one of the Assistent Coaches that someone needed your help on the Trainings Pitch. Cause they have Hurt their ankle.

You fully expected it to be a Player. But instead you were met with your wife sitting on the grass, holding her ankle.

"hi." You Said softly to the Team and then looked at your wife.

"Renée, my love. What happened?" You asked and kneeled down in front of her.

"i was warming up with the Girls and then i slipped and my ankle buckled." She told you. Sighing softly. The Girls were standing close by, watching the two of you. While you checked out your wife's ankle.

"i told you not to overdue it ,love." You kissed her head quickly before putting an ice pack on it.

"i know ,i know!" She answered and blushed a bit.

"it looks like just a sprained ankle. Now we ice it for some minutes and then i will help you up and we see how it goes. But i recommend taking it easy no matter what!" You explained. "Better safe then sorry!" You added on.

After a few minutes of icing the Injury, you wrapped her ankle up with a Bandage and then helped her up.

"it only is a little discomfort left! So guess that's good!" Renée told you. You chuckled softly.

"it is good indeed! But when you get home all you gonna do is stay off that ankle and cuddle with Lio." He was your three months old son, he was the biggest joy of the two of you. Your Mom was currently watching him.

"next time you have to bring him to practice. We Miss Out Arsenal Baby!" Emily said softly.

"agreed!" Leah answered.

"we promise we bring him with us tomorrow!" You told them. You have given birth to him and went back to work rather quickly. Taking him with you in the Physio room for most of the day.

You grabbed some crutches for your wife just in case so she could finish the practice with the Team. Going back to your office. Filling out some paperwork.

Around two hours later you and Renée were on your way home. Your Mom handed you over Lio when you got home and asked your wife what happened. She was clearly concerned. She even offered to take Lio over night If needed but you told her it was okay.

Renée was lying on the couch. Ankle resting on a pillow. You had Lio in your Arms, nursing him. Your wife was gently stroking your sons little head with one finger.

"i can't believe how perfect he is!" Renée told you.

"just like his mommy!" You stated and smiled at your wife. Your wife blushed.

"No ,he is perfect like his momma!" Your wife replied. Smiling back at you.

It was 20 minutes later when the doorbell rung and you opened it. Chuckling softly when you saw some Girls of the Team standing there with Pizza. It happened alot that the Younger Ones would just Show Up. But usually you would feed them and you would give them Life advice. You basically were Bonus parents to them. Katie, Kyra and Jenna walked inside after you held the door open for them.

"hi Renée, we brought Pizza so you didn't have to cook! Also Katie has to tell you something!" Jenna explained.

"thanks for bringing over food! That's nice. But before we eat let's talk. Is everything okay?" Renée asked. They sit down and you hand them their favorite sodas. Yes you do always have some of those at Home.

"Tell Moms, Katie!" Kyra said half jokingly.

"i uh got hurt a few days ago but didn't tell anyone and it got worse! I don't think i can Play in the next Game!" Katie stated. You look at her.

"what happened? Where are you hurt?" You wanted to know.

"i slipped and fell on my back. I managed to pull through during practice but after i showered today i almost slipped again and the pain going through my Body was just terrible!" She admitted. You sigh softly.

"Katie, why didn't you say something right away? I mean you could have gotten it fixed already." You told her. "Show me exactly where it hurts?" She showed you and you took her to your little Office where you had everything you needed to fix her back. You had her lay down and put everything back in it's place and she immediately felt relief.

After that you all ate the Pizza, while the girls took turns holding Lio, who loved the Girls attention. He was such a smiley little boy. You also watched a movie together. It was too late to drive home though so you let them sleep in the guest bed room. Which basically was a room for the Arsenal girls at this point. You then put Lio to bed before you helped your wife to bed as well.

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Flower." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Daryl has been looking for ways to propose to you. However, something simple but meaningful is always best.

A/N: This is like a second part of "What it means to me" but you don't have to read it first. I stole Daryl and Carol's scene and the flower in Sophia's name, but I haven't slept in almost three days so I feel my attempt at explanation is garbage, but I tried hard, really, so here it goes. Thanks to everyone for liking and sharing my stories!

“How many times?”

“What?”

“How many times did you plan to propose to (Y/N) this week?”

“3.”

“And how many times did you waste?”

“3.” Daryl lets out a grunt of frustration, one that comes from the back of his throat, and he crosses his arms to shield himself from Carol’s words.

The music in the house shared by some family members isn’t loud for obvious reasons, but the people Daryl knew from the beginning are there, enjoying each other’s company. There are glasses and bottles, laughter and smiles you haven’t seen or heard in a long time, all of you together on a night that deserved to be celebrated after feeling fear for so long.

“How the hell ya expect me to do it if y'all are always on top of her? There’s never a moment when ya leave her alone, and when ya did, someone showed up.”

Carol finds a double meaning in a question Daryl never intended to make, so she covers her lips with the back of her hand to stifle the sound of a laugh.

“Excuse me but I assure you that you are the only one on her.”

A blank expression spreads across Daryl's face.

“Ya ain't helpin'.”

Carol shrugs apologetically, quickly silencing her laughter.

“Okay. Okay, the first one was our fault, but you had (Y/N) all to yourself out there at the lagoon twice and you didn't say anything to her. When I asked her how everything went she said you looked like you were about to pass out.”

A sharp ache grips Daryl's heart, like a reflection of the pain of a missed opportunity.

“I tried, but y'know I suck with words, an' I can't find 'em when m' with her. Everythin' disappears when m' with her—the noise, everythin'.”

Carol smiles slightly, seeing Daryl's eyes and the way he inadvertently used his words to speak about you, and she looks at him fondly like she always did.

"You're good with words, Pookie, it's just that you're so dazzled by her that it still makes you feel shy to be around her, like when you met her in the camp. Her gaze that's warm and deep when she looks at those she loves, all of it intimidates you still, even if you say it isn't. What i mean is: you’re in love, Daryl Dixon, that's why you feel that way."

Daryl swallows, stealing a glance from you sitting next to the high granite kitchen table. The wild journey outside had ended when the group found refuge within the walls of Alexandria, struggling now to adapt back to normalcy until you all finally did. Daryl Dixon had come a long way since that new, blood-stained world had risen (more than the others)—growing as a person, going from the loner, the outcast, the one who survived best alone, to one of the most fundamental pillars of the family, one who would silently give his life for someone else.

He had found a family.

But if someone had told Daryl Dixon in the past that he'd find you and have everything when he'd always had nothing (a wife if you said yes, a house if you wanted to start a family on your own with him), he probably would have sent them to hell for lying, or shot them in the face for making fun of something he thought he'd never have. A warm, real home was an inconceivable and unimaginable idea to Daryl, who always believed he was better off alone until he found you. Daryl was never one to commit to anything or anyone until you came along, and now he couldn't imagine his life any other way. Now he even wanted something that would tie you to him, something that would tie him to you.

There, an idea of ​​how to ask you appears in his mind, with a light so blinding it dazzles even him.

"Fuck it. Wish me luck." Daryl whispers before leaving his place in the living room, with Carol smiling at him.

It's a nice party, and he doesn't want to be out of place in the conversation so Daryl stands next to you, his side pressed so naturally against yours that, while sitting away in a corner, no one notices that he hasn't stopped caressing your skin under your shirt since he arrived (with you feeling the warmth of his calloused fingers) while Rick tells you all a story from his past, finally without a trace of sadness in his voice. And it's endearing for you to hear him speak, imitating his smile like Rosita and Glenn.

"Meet me at the picnic table outside in 5." He whispers, before walking away again.

Confused, you do so. With a minute to 5, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, walking straight toward the back door of the kitchen, the one that connects to the backyard. Amidst the green grass still holding a few drops of dew, the wooden table has two rectangular chairs on either side, but there's something about Daryl's deep gaze as he watches you the whole way over there, sitting with each leg on either side, too.

Like a hammer hitting the head of a nail, your heartbeat seems to pick up that intensity when Daryl slides down the wood just a little, so that his knees and yours touch.

"You're scaring me." You laugh nervously, tugging slightly at the collar of your t–shirt that seems to stick to your skin until it suffocates you. "Are you okay, love?"

Love. That blessed word that always came after your honest concern for him, way back when it all began and when the others were always tempted to get rid of the burden he seemed to represent.

“I am, Peach, s' just…” Daryl swallows, still holding your gaze, but he hates that is happening again, the way he chokes on his own words, like a barrier blocking his ability to speak. “Shit.”

“Do you… want to break up?”

There's no emotion in your voice, just a weighty question that makes his body shrink back a millimeter.

“What?” Now his heart gives him no respite or warning, and it starts pounding like Daryl’s on a marathon toward the end of the earth. “Y–ya wanna break up?”

The one second–fear is painful, more than the bullet when he was shot.

“No, of course not.” Even through his long hair, the strands covering part of his eyebrows, and the dimly glowing nightlight, you can see his brow furrow in worry, fear. “It’s just, you’ve been on edge this week, and every time we’re alone, it seems like you want to say something, but you don’t dare, and that’s not promising, you know?”

Daryl starts to shake his head, his eyebrows trying to knit together in an expression of real pain.

“Peach, no, shit, m' sorry. I never meant to worry ya or make ya feel like I didn’ want ya anymore 'cause s' the complete opposite.” He takes a silent but deep breath, allowing the air to find places to fill them and to continue living for a moment, or maybe a lifetime to spend with you. “I wanna tell ya a story, but please listen to it 'til the end an' then give me an answer, okay?"

You nod at the unknown even if it makes you feel you are walking blindly; at the overwhelming feelings this evokes in you.

Daryl reaches into his front pants pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper the size of his palm, only to place it between you two of you, on the wood: there's a flower drawn with a pen in messy lines.

“S’ Cherokee rose.” Daryl clears his throat, his gaze fixed solely on the image, but his voice deepens slightly in the night and with the weight of his words. “The story is that… when american soldiers were movin’ Indians off their land on the trail of tears… the Cherokee mothers were grievin’ and cryin’ so much cause they were losin’ their lil’ ones along the way to the exposure, disease, starvation. A lot of ‘em jus’ disappeared, so the elders… they said a prayer, asked for a sign to uplift the mother’s spirits, givin’ ‘em strength, hope. An’ the next day this rose started to grow right where the mother’s tears fell… an' I wanna believe that somewhere… one grew when I met ya.” When Daryl raises his head and his gaze catches yours, the intensity forces you to hold your breath for a moment, as if with a quick, sharp breath, the air could also carry away the overflowing emotions too fast. “What m' tryin' to say is… ma mom used to say this flower grows after someone’s pain an' s' funny to think how ya appeared jus' when I couldn't bear any more pain.”

Daryl smiles softly, and his gaze softens too even through the past he still feels, but even in his own darkness that blends with the night, there’s still beauty to be seen in the dim light.

“Does it still hurt?”

Your question glimmers with your own pain, causing your voice to crack slightly, but that little spark of concern is extinguished when Daryl shakes his head.

“Nah. The scars will always be there, but it all stopped hurtin' a long time ago.”

You nod, but the pain in response to his abuse reached you at a supersonic level, so fast it violently settled inside you.

“I’m glad. Honestly.” You laugh embarrassedly as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, so you slide your fingers from the edges outward in a failed attempt to keep them in line. “I’m sorry.”

“Shit. No, m' sorry, Peach.” Daryl leans forward until his fingers can cup the soft skin of your face and his thumbs can wipe away the first tear that falls from either side. “Didn't mean to make ya cry, I jus' want ya to understand that yer the reason m' here. Ya saved me from myself. Ya always felt like the home I never had, an' I wanted to keep that with me almost selfishly an' all the time. Why ya think I followed ya everywhere?” Daryl lets out a short but heartfelt laugh, and you manage to imitate it with less intensity. “Yer ma home, Peach, yer everythin’ to me, that's why right now I jus' need ya to be honest with me, okay?”

He pulls away, and the wind brushes and chills the skin where his warm fingers had been, but you nod, watching as Daryl reaches into his pants again, making a fist to hide whatever he's holding, until he places a ring over the drawing. Like lead, you feel a weight on your heart trying to drag it down with the sudden nervousness, perhaps heavy with all the emotions that have gathered there.

When you look up again, Daryl smiles sideways, a little with his own nerves.

"Would ya let me be yer husband?"

[mrsshabana]

𝐄𝐱-𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, Gyutaro is your ex, smut, vaginal sex ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. I've had this idea in my drafts for a super long time so I decided to go ahead and finish it! I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for reading ♡

Gyutaro missed you so goddamn much. The first and only girl he ever fell in love with.

At first, he was angry, but now he's just depressed. Everything reminds him of you. And he feels so incredibly lonely.

You broke up with Gyutaro over a month ago.

Your relationship lasted about 4 months until you just couldn't take it anymore. He was a decent enough boyfriend at first but as time passed it became more and more toxic.

He was controlling and extremely jealous. Getting angry anytime you'd try to hang out with your friends. Especially other men. He never trusted you even though you'd never dare cheat on him, and you never gave him a reason to believe you would.

He'd go through your phone without your permission and get into fights with you anytime you went out with your friends. You loved Gyutaro but it was exhausting dealing with this on a regular basis.

His insecurities got to be too much and he never stopped trying to control you no matter how many times you tried talking to him about it. So you eventually broke it off. Breaking Gyutaro's heart in the process.

Now that he had some time to process the breakup, he realizes what an asshole he's been. His biggest regret is taking you for granted.

You were so good to him, so sweet too. No girl has ever looked at him the way you did. Like he wasn't some ugly freak, or someone to be pitied. No, you made him feel normal. More than normal actually. He genuinely felt loved and attractive even.

Not to mention the sex was good too. God, it was phenomenal. Gyutaro told you he'd delete the videos and photos he had, but he lied. He still watches them on a daily basis. He can't bring himself to get rid of them. He's still so madly in love with you.

The thought of you lying beneath anyone else but him makes him furious. No other man should be able to touch you like he did. Maybe it's selfish, but you're his girl. You always will be in his mind. And he just hopes that you'll give him a second chance because living without you by his side is unbearable.

"Hey... r u free tomorrow?" he nervously texts you for the first time since you've broken up.

You sigh and roll your eyes when he texts you. A part of you misses Gyutaro, but you don't miss how controlling he was. However, you are willing to hear him out so you respond a few minutes later. "Yeah, why?"

"I was thinking maybe we could hang out or something? If u want to."

"Ok, that's fine."

"Cool! There's this new place I wanted to try, I'll send u the address. Meet me around 6."

And just like that Gyutaro successfully asked you out on a date! Well, in his mind it's a date to win you back. But in your mind, it's just a meetup to get closure about your relationship.

When you meet up with Gyutaro at the restaurant, you're suddenly overcome with emotions that you didn't expect yourself to feel. A longing for the man you once loved. You thought you were over him but maybe you were wrong.

"Hey Y/N!" He smiles, masking his inner sadness as he stands and gives you a hug.

A surprised sound leaves your lips when he embraces you. Feeling his arms wrapped around you again feels so familiar. So comforting that you can't help but long for it.

But you know you must resist. Remembering all of the turmoil and emotional pain he's put you through, you know you can't go back to that.

So, after a few seconds you pull away from the hug and give him a cordial smile, "It's good to see you again. How have you been?" You ask as Gyutaro pulls your seat out. How strange... he never did that when you were dating.

"I've been alright," he laughs nervously, obviously lying, "How about you? You look great."

"Thanks," you chuckle, "I've been good. Just focusing on work mostly..."

There's an awkward silence after the chit-chat ends and the waiter takes your orders. Neither of you know what to say. Gyutaro is sweating buckets right now, going through hundreds of scenarios in his head. Wracking his brain for the best things to say so he can win you back. But he can't decide so he just blurts it out.

"Listen Y/N, I want you back," he states with a shaky voice. And as you open your mouth to sternly decline, he quickly cuts you off before you can do so, "I know I was a dick. And I'm so sorry, for everything. I didn't treat you right at all, I realize that now... and I understand if it's too late. I know I'm an idiot for not treating you right the first time. But now that I've been living without you my life feels so empty. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up! I fucked up real bad," he tears up, "Every day just feels so fucking cold without you. There's no one else to blame but myself, I know that... but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try to get you back."

He looks at you with pleading eyes, full of desperation. Like this is his one and only chance at happiness. The regret he feels was evident in how his voice quivered and his eyes filled with tears. There's no doubt in your mind that his words are genuine. But do you really believe he'll keep his word and change? Do you want to take that chance when you've already experienced a toxic relationship with him once?

"Gyutaro..." you say as you look down at the table, avoiding looking into his eyes because the longer you stare into them the closer you come to tears, "I-I don't know what to say."

This is a lot of pressure he's putting on you. But honestly, you should have expected it. You feel stupid for not thinking of this as a possibility when he texted you.

Gyutaro takes a deep breath, "It's alright. Sorry I did all that... you probably think it was pretty pathetic. I didn't mean to make things weird... we can just forget I said anything," he looks defeated as he slumps back in his chair.

"No, it wasn't pathetic at all. I actually really appreciate what you said," you say as you reach out and take his hand, "It means a lot to me that you owned up to your mistakes and apologized. I know it's not easy to do."

His eyes widen as he feels your soft touch, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as you continue to speak.

"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend again, Gyutaro."

"R-Really?!" his face lights up, full of joy just like the first time you agreed to be his girlfriend.

Standing from his seat, he rushes to your side and hugs you tightly before you even get the chance to get out of your chair. Almost knocking you over in the process. He's just so damn excited, he can't help himself.

"I promise I won't make you regret this, Y/N!"

The rest of the evening goes well enough, that after dinner you find yourself in Gyutaro's apartment. Being pounded from behind as he holds you in a spooning position on his bed.

Throughout the whole date at the restaurant, the sexual tension between the two of you was palpable. He's obviously missed fucking you, but you missed it too. You hadn't had sex at all since you had broken up, though you thought about it often. Images of Gyutaro would flash through your head every time you'd touch yourself.

You'd curse yourself for thinking of him, getting annoyed that the memories of you two being intimate wouldn't stop. But you couldn't help but think of him. No one has ever made you feel the way Gyutaro did.

He may have been an asshole at times, but he was amazing in the bedroom. He craved you day and night, and would worship you like a queen. It felt good being so desired by the man you were in love with. Not to mention the toe-curling, bed-wetting orgasms he'd give you too.

Now you lay here in his bed, practically screaming his name as he plunges into you. Fucking you just how he's learned you like it.

"Fuck, that's it baby," he groans as he pushes you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and holding them tightly as he thrusts into you again, "God, you fit like a glove. So perfect for me... it must be meant to be, huh? Don't worry babe, I won't let this pussy go unfilled ever again."

He whispers into your ear as he feels you tighten around him.

As you feel your climax approaching, you realize no one could ever make you feel like Gyutaro makes you feel. With every touch he graces upon your body, you're given another reason why you were meant to be his.

[rimunagenius]

I Could Die For you

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x reader

ʚ word count: 1.2k

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , fluff, fluff, literal fluff, so much love that it’s sickening

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: to make up for that last post about emily because what the flip!! also the first Kate fic i’ve released that hasn’t been in a series!! yay! also ofc i had to write Kate to one of my favorite love songs!!💕 if you guys do not listen to this song and love it, i’m quitting writing and reporting everyone’s blog…

| Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

Something inside the cards I know is right

Don't wanna live somebody else's life

Kate was so happy. She knew her life was exactly where she wanted it to be. Cold mornings like this, wrapped in the bed sheets, both your bodies wrapped together to create the most perfect fit to a puzzle.

With your head resting on her body, your nose nuzzling perfectly into her neck, your soft snores and exhales ticking her skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

The way your hand rested on her chest, and the way Kate's hand rested on your waist from the way she was holding you into her body. She knew she didn't want to be anywhere else but here. Lying here, wide awake admiring you and thanking god or whoever was out there, that she was able to do this, and do it with you.

This is what I want to be

And this is what I give to you because I get it free

"Oh my god, Kate." You stood in shock in your guys' kitchen. You had a rough day at work, letting Kate know that while you sat in your office, counting down the minutes until you could come home. So when you walked through the door and wandered into the living room where Kate was watching the NBA finals, she got up to greet you and took you to the kitchen, giving you the flowers and chocolate she picked up on her way home from practice today. 

You had a new adjustments to make since leaving Iowa. Picking up your life and moving to Las Vegas with Kate when she found out she made the roster officially, after living in a hotel room during training camp. You loved her so much, and you had so much faith in the person she was and the skills she had, you knew moving across states wasn't going to be a regret you had years down the line. 

Tears welled in your eyes, the overwhelming feeling of love and appreciation radiating from the blonde who stood a few feet away. "Aw, don't cry. Why are you crying, baby?" Kate walked up to you, wrapping her arms around your neck so you buried your face into her chest. 

"Because. You do this for me just for having a bad day. Your days are full of stress with basketball, still proving yourself, and tired from your work. I don't deserve you, Kate." You were a mess. You missed a lot of things. You missed your old friends, how close your guys' family used to be, and you missed Kate while she was gone. You missed a lot of things—you've longed for those things, but you loved your life here with Kate. You two away from what you knew and grew accustomed to, to independently make what you want and need. 

You loved it but you couldn't help but long for what used to be your life sometimes. "You deserve everything. You deserve the world and more because you packed your life up just because you believed in me. This is the very least I could do for you. I will continue to show you how important you are to me and who I am. You make me better so I'm going to show you every day til I can't anymore. I love you. You work hard and you deserve to be appreciated and seen." 

That made the tears fall harder, but you looked up at Kate, and couldn't believe this was your girl. The woman you got to spend and do life with. You kissed her lips chastely, hugging her close again. You two stood there, looking at the pretty flowers and sharing some of your chocolate. 

She smiles while I do my time

It was so early in the morning. Kate waking you up for a travel day for the Aces. It was an away game to Los Angeles and you wanted to make this game so you took the days off. 

You hated getting up early, and the stress that came with traveling was truly not a great time. Kate knew it, but she loved that you were willing to do it for her.  You didn't like most things, but the look on your girlfriend's face when you watched her do the thing she loves most, play the game that gave her many of the amazing opportunities she's had, it was all worth it. 

Kate walked onto to the court, looking at you behind the Aces bench, and smiled. You already smiling right back at her. She knew that no matter how early she woke you up, or how many times she did it, you'd be there, lift her up, and cheer her on. You knew this was where you wanted to be. 

I could die for you

It was the day after Kate had won the WNBA Finals, and you two had been lying in bed since last night. You couldn't believe that she had come so far from the little girl who idolized the Iowa Hawkeyes Women's Basketball team, to a woman who's grown into the most tremendously courageous and strong woman who won her first WNBA Championship. It was so surreal. 

"You know I love you so much, right?" Kate whispered. One arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to her body, while her other hand held your thigh that lay across her hip. 

"I would hope so." You giggled softly, looking up at the blonde above you, your hand went from her chest to the side of her face, resting against her cheek. You looked into her eyes, the blue of them convincing you more by the second that they were better looking than the sky outside. 

"No, I'm serious. You are the love of my life. I would be so lost without you. I don't think I could live without you—let alone do what I've done this past year without you." Her voice wavered, you could tell her emotions still running high after the night she had last night. 

"Kate, my love." You chuckled nervously, the confession making you giddy, but also overwhelmingly more in love with Kate, if that was even possible. It brought tears to your eyes.

"You make me so happy. Just being right here, with you, is more important to me than winning another ring." 

"Oh my god Kate, stop it. You're going to make me cry. I'm so in love with you." You wiped a small tear that fell down your cheek. Kate smiled down at you, willing herself to not close her eyes and just die happy right here with you. 

"I'm so in love with you, I could die." Kate giggled softly, wiping her eyes before leaning down and kissing your lips softly. You smiled into the kiss. You smiled so hard you couldn't even kiss properly. A fit of giggles came from the both of you. 

"Ah! Kate, stop it! Oh my god, Kate!" You screamed and giggled as she left kisses and tickles everywhere she could reach, especially in your most ticklish spots. You two couldn't be anymore happier. Kate wouldn't want to be anywhere else unless you were there, under her arms or wrapped in them. 

Oh, this life I choose.

You two were just simply two girls in love and wouldn't have it any other way. 

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Dark Days Coming

King: hey guys sorry i'm late King: i just could not get up this morning King: feels like I've been sleeping for days King: what did i miss? King: how did the election go? Lovecraft: not too bad King: King: oh no King: oh no oh no oh no

Lovecraft: don't worry steve it won't be so bad Lovecraft: I've heard assurances from the new regime that they only want the trade unionists King: King: King:

Lovecraft: i mean really steve Lovecraft: how bad could it be? [meanwhile] Donald Trump: we're gonna have the biggliest boot stamping on a human face forever Trump: we love the boot stamping on the human face forever, don't we folks? Trump: more and more people are saying they love the boot

Lovecraft: you're overreacting steve Lovecraft: what's trump even going to do? King: well i'm glad you asked King: [unrolls comically long scroll] Lovecraft: oh is this going to be a song

King: well for starters King: decimate reproductive rights King: LGBTQ rights King: labor rights King: civil rights King: accelerate climate change Lovecraft: [sweats] this is making me feel bad steve Lovecraft: i can't wait for trump to outlaw you telling me this stuff!

King: use the military to brutalize americans King: abandon Ukraine King: and as for gaza George Romero: in all honesty steve Romero: that probably won't change much King: oh look! an optimist!

Lovecraft: ok but Lovecraft: has he actually SAID he's going to do any of that? King: yes Lovecraft: oh he was probably just lying Lovecraft: he lies a lot Poe: he does lie a lot

Lovecraft: i think you're overreacting, he's probably not gonna do all the stuff he says he's gonna do King: so you don't believe him? Lovecraft: nope! King: king: then what's his appeal? Lovecraft: well he's just so honest

Lovecraft: a real straight shooter Lovecraft: tells it like it is Lovecraft: says what he means King: King:

King: howard please tell me you didn't vote for trump did you? Lovecraft: [sweats] steve! please! Lovecraft: i'm only a loveable archie bunker style racist Lovecraft: i'm still 100% yang gang King: King: King: i picked a bad day to quit cocaine

King: i really need some cocaine King: edgar you know where i can get some cocaine don't you Poe: steve stay strong Poe: you don't need cocaine King: just one bump King: to get me through the next four years King: i mean few days King: no i mean four years

King: how about a beer? i was an alcoholic too you know King: maybe i'll take that up again King: this is good drinking weather Poe: steve no Poe: dean help me hold him back King: don't try to stop me! Poe: no steve! you've got so much to live for! King: yeah? like what? Poe: well Poe: you've got a loving family King: Joe is pretty great Koontz: and owen! King: King: yeah and owen is alright too i guess

King: yeah he's pretty good King: what the heck, i can say it King: i love owen too! Koontz: and there's naomi too King: whoa wait a second, i have THREE kids?? King: this just keeps getting better!

King: thanks guys i do feel a little better Poe: good, hold onto that Poe: cuz it's going to be a long four years Lovecraft: only four years? i thought we weren't gonna have to vote anymore! Poe: Poe: good drinking weather, huh?

Joyce Carol Oates: huh, i really don't see why the electorate would hate trans people unless they were persuaded by hate speech and fearmongering JK Rowling: well well well look at the fancccy pantsss rich author Rowling: with her out of touch fancccy ideasss about a pluralissstic sssociety! Rowling: with her fancccy german automobile! Oates: this car was made in Guatemala

Rowling: you're clearly too rich to underssstand the feelingsss of the common man Rowling: unlike me, a true daughter of the proletariat Rowling: i know all about the material needsss of the underclassss Rowling: anyway i'm going to insulate my Scottish castle with big bags of money