#i’m only really at 0 when i’m really relaxed and/or high

[mars-ipan]

just remembered a friend describing my anxiety as “severe” the other day n i still don’t know how to feel abt it

[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

Secret Secret Chapter 5

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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Sooyoung realized it immediately when she walked in.

“Oh wow, someone’s in preheat.”

You sighed. “Is it that noticeable?”

She dropped her bag on the counter. “Honey, it smells like you took a shower in unicorn pee.”

“Unicorn pee?”

“I can’t imagine anything else smelling so good and yet so overwhelmingly bad,” she said with a shrug, turning to rummage around the cabinets. “You going to take the day off when your heat hits?”

“Oh, um.” You shrunk down in your seat on the couch. “Not exactly.”

The alpha paused, turning around slowly with narrowed eyes. “What did you do?”

“Look, hear me out,” You started. “It’s only Monday. My heat will probably hit on Thursday, and then I’ll have to call in sick for two days.”

“Wow, two days off work. How tragic,” Sooyoung said sarcastically, still standing with her arms crossed.

You gave her a look. “However, if I can hold off my heat until after work on Friday, I can ride my heat out during the weekend. No need to call in sick at all!”

“Right. And go back to work immediately after your heat?”

You could tell that her alpha wasn’t pleased with the idea of you working after such a harsh experience. Most omegas took at least a few days off after their heat to recover, but it wasn’t impossible for you to function the day after.

Betas wouldn’t need a day off to recover.

“It’s only my second week at this job, Youngie. I can’t afford to be using up my sick days so soon!”

“And yet I know for a fact that you’ll use some other excuse the next time your heat comes up.” She paused, narrowing her eyes as she realized something. “Wait. The only way you’ll manage to delay your heat is with suppressants.”

You looked down.

“You know how badly those affect you!”

“It’s only two days!”

Sooyoung threw her hands up into the air. “Fine, you know what? Do what you like. You’re a grown adult capable of making her own stupid decisions. But don’t come crying to me at the end of the day when those symptoms wreak havoc on you.”

You watched through silent fury as your roommate practically stomped to her room. The door slammed loudly behind her, and you were tempted to comment on it just to get the last word in, but you held your tongue.

In reality, you knew she had every right to be worried. Heat suppressants were normally only used for emergencies, not because they had any negative consequences on the body itself, but because the symptoms were so horrible that no normal person would willingly subject themselves to them unless they absolutely had to.

Headaches, fatigue, heightened senses, heat flashes, brain fog, stomach cramps. Heat suppressants forced the production of pre-heat hormones and suppressed the actual heat from happening for a short period of time, but, as an unfortunate side effect, it enhanced all the pre-heat symptoms and dialed them up to a 100.

Compared to the milder heat symptoms (slick production and high libido) it seemed odd to want to endure two days of all that. But your heat would make your scent so strong, to the point that your scent blockers wouldn’t work anymore, so it was a necessity.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

-0-0-

You weren’t sure what to expect from the Alpha you were bringing home. The entire ride in his car, besides giving out directions, nothing was said between the both of you. Even now, awkwardly standing in your kitchen, he looked like he was losing the motivation he originally had, and you wondered if you would end up being left high and dry.

“Do you want some water? Or something else to drink?” You leaned against your counter, hoping that a simple conversation would help him relax.

He shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You sure? You look like your seconds away from bolting.”

“Ah, am I that obvious?” He let out a chuckle, reaching up to scratch at his forehead. “I’ve never really done something like this before.”

You tilted your head in interest. “Oh? What makes me so special?”

He didn’t say anything at first, instead choosing to move forward until he was leaning against the other side of the counter. The two of you were close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted, but part of you was curious to see if he would make the first move.

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully.

“You sure it’s not my charmingly good looks?” You said it jokingly, but he rested his chin against his hand.

“No, it’s something else. Something … special.”

You felt your omega perk up at the compliment, and you could smell your scent begin to grow. You pulled back from the counter to stand up straight. If things were going to progress any further, you needed to take this back to your room. You didn’t want Sooyoung to have to deal with the scent of arousal lingering in the communal areas.

“Well then, mr. charmer. How about we take this to my room?” You held out your hand, and he took it.

His hand was warm and heavy in yours.

You opened up your bedroom door, and you found yourself staring at his ass as he passed. “What’s your real name anyways?”

“My real name?” The alpha looked around your room with a thoughtful look. “It’s not that important.”

You raised your eyebrows” What do I call you, then?”

“Hmmm.” You couldn’t see his face through his mask, but the way he gazed at you made you feel like you were being stripped apart to your bare bones, and you could imagine the curl of his lips. “You can call me Alpha.”

His scent began to come out stronger, like a breeze on a hot day, and you found yourself hoping it would linger long after he was gone.

You shut the door.

“Well, alpha,” You said, deliberately drawing the word out. “You going to wear that mask all night?”

He seemed to grow almost … shy. “I- actually, I think I’d prefer to keep it on.”

“It’s okay,” You assure him, not wanting him to feel insecure.

“I mean, I do want to kiss you,” He started, taking a step towards you. You could see the moment he hesitated to reach out to you, his hand dropping down to his side in a clenched fist. “If you want, that is.”

You let out a bark of laughter. “Oh sweetie, I’m pretty sure inviting you over was an invitation for much more than just a little kiss.”

This time he didn’t stop himself from reaching out to you, his hands lingering on your waist as his eyes flittered across your space. You reached up for his mask, the idea of kissing him the only thing you can think of. You wanted to know what he looked like. How soft his lips would be.

He grabbed your wrist. “I can’t let you see my face.” He sounded almost regretful.

“It’s okay,” You reassured him once more. “I can close my eyes.”

And you did. You stood there, eyes closed, and let your smile grow as he dropped your wrist, the sound of fabric shifting in front of you. For a second, he left you waiting. You didn’t open your eyes, but you did reach out to place your hand against his bare jaw.

His lips were as soft as you hoped they would be.

Your hands roamed down from his face to his neck, using your grip on his to pull him closer. It felt like he was inhaling your very essence, His scent covered you, and you moaned against his lips as his body pressed against yours. He smiled, lips still pressed against yours.

You pulled away from the kiss, but immediately pushed your face into his shoulder to keep yourself from the temptation of opening your eyes.

“You good?”

“I think it’s going to be a little hard to remember to keep my eyes close if you keep kissing me dumb like that.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed, grip on your waist tightening. “Sorry?”

“Hmmm, it’s not a complaint. Just an observation.” You pulled out of his hold completely, waving your hand in his direction. “Turn around for a second.”

You didn’t wait to see if he did as you asked, moving towards your closet with a goal in mind. It took a little bit of rummaging in the farthest corner of one of your drawers, but eventually you managed to find what you were looking for. You pulled it out with a shout of triumph.

“Is that a blindfold?”

“Yup!” You slapped a hand over your eyes and turned around, wiggling the cloth out in front of you. “Genius, right?”

“You just happened to have that lying around?”

The cloth was pulled out of your hands, and you turned around. “What can I say, I’m full of surprises.”

Warm arms wrapped around your waist. The heat of his body was hot against your back, and as his hands began to trace up and down your sides, you felt something in you shifting. You shuddered, body responding by releasing a wave of your scent, and he responded with his own scent of arousal that made your body feel almost pliant.

“So you are.” The blindfold was pulled over your eyes, and you shut them instinctively. The cloth brushed over your eyelids as he began to form a knot at the base of your head. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”

Your mind began to grow heavy as your omega pushed forward, the smell of alpha heavy on your tongue. When he finished tying off the blindfold, he leaned against your back, his mouth pressing a soft kiss to the juncture of your neck. You tilted your head to the side, an ache to feel his teeth pressing against the skin running through you and causing slick to drip down your thighs.

You let out a whine.

“Easy baby girl. I got you.”

His warmth disappeared, and you opened your eyes. The blindfold made it so that you could make out the shadows of the dark room, a vague shape of a person as they removed their clothes. You reached down to grab the hem of your own shirt.

“No, don’t,” He said, voice thick. “Let me.”

You grabbed his hands, using your newfound sight to reach out wrap your hands around his neck. This time, you were the one to initiate the kiss, eyes falling closed not out of necessity but on instinct.

“You okay?” He asked you again when your knees suddenly buckled.

“Like I said. Those kisses of yours are dangerous,” you breathed out.

He decided to take it as an invitation to pull you back in for another kiss, although this one was quicker and sweeter.

It almost felt like love.

His lips pressed against yours once, twice, and then a third time before he trailed them down to your jaw, sliding them slowly down to your neck. When he began to suck against the skin there, you pulled away with a whine.

"No marks, please. I have work."

He moved his hands under your shirt and began to pull it up. You could only barely see his figure as he leaned down, his lips reappearing against the tops of your now exposed breasts.

"I assume you mean no marks where they can be seen?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm." He pressed a kiss to your skin, tongue darting out to glide from the tops of your breast towards your nipples. He teasingly pulled against them as he passed, moving to press another kiss just to the side. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," You said, voice breathless.

He pulled your shirt off completely, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He began to lead you towards the bed. Even without your sight, the mattress was familiar under your body, and you instinctively relaxed into the sheets.

You made grabby hands at him. He laughed, kneeling on the bed next to you and allowing your hands to roam across his skin. He still had on his boxers, and when you moved to pull them down, he grabbed your hands and pressed them gently down against the bed.

“Patience,” He told you, his voice rumbling.

You pouted, and he kissed your lips with another laugh. He continued where he had left off, his mouth on your breasts as his hands grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart so he could slot himself in between them. The motion pressed his clothed cock against your center, and you moaned at the feeling.

“Please,” you found yourself breathing out.

His mouth trailed kisses down your body, hands swiftly pulling both your pants and underwear down in one go. “Got to get you ready first, sweetheart.”

“Awfully confident in yourself, huh?” You joked.

“Hmm, something like that,” He drawled.

You expected him to get straight to it, but he took his sweet time. Laying kisses along your inner thigh, caressing your legs up to your hips. You wiggled your hips impatiently, but he just smiled against your skin.

“You’re doing a really good job at getting under my skin,” You told him, running your fingers through his hair. “If you don’t hurry up, I might just have to get myself off.”

He nosed your center, and your body flared up with want. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Alpha, please.”

“That’s it.” He rewarded you by finally mouthing at your core, licking a stripe up to your clit where he sucked gently.

You were already wet with slick from all the teasing and foreplay, but his mouth on you made you gush, your core clenching around nothing, When he pressed a finger into you, you bucked your hips, and he laid a hand across your stomach to keep you from moving.

You let out a moan, fingers gripping his hair tightly as he ate you out. He added another finger, and the sound was filled with wet squelching sounds as he fingered you gently, softly crooking his fingers to press against your spongey insides as he sucked against your clit.

Your orgasm built up slowly, but it hit you quicker than you expected, your body writhing under him as you whined. He pulled away, his other hand reaching up towards his face, and you could only imagine the sight he made.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he said, finger rubbing small circles against your clit. “Could stay here forever.”

“Please, alpha,” You whined.

“Please what?”

“I need you.”

He moved up your body. “Need me to what?”

“I want you to fuck me,” You said impatiently.

He grabbed your body and flipped you over so quickly that it made your head spin, and you pressed you forehead to your pillow with a gasp, “Ask and you shall receive,” He told you, and you could feel him moving around behind you.

You lifted your hips and presented for the alpha, your omega instincts taking over. His scent intoxicated you, filling your senses and making you feel dizzy, wanting nothing more than to submit to him in every way possible.

He took his sweet time once again, rubbing his member through your folds before he slowly pressed into you. He was right to have prepared you because he was thick, stretching you and filling you up completely. You couldn’t even moan, like your breath had been stolen. Your fingers dug into your blankets, eyes shutting behind the blindfold.

“Fuck.”

The alpha gave you a second to adjust once he had bottomed out, rubbing against your sides gently. “You good, omega?”

“So good,” You mumbled.

When he started to move, it made you whine. He thrust into you slowly at first, but his hips began to speed up slowly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. You let out a moan as his fingers gripped your thighs, sure to leave marks. You pressed your knees against the mattress and moved to sit up, hands reaching behind you in an attempt to feel his skin against yours. He pressed himself to your back without having to be asked.

His warm breath against your shoulder, mouth teasingly close to your scent gland, had you reaching your release quickly.

You let out a whine.

“Shh, I got you,” he whispered into your ear. His hands roamed from your thighs up your chest and towards your neck, fingers gently pressing against your throat. “God, you’re so tight.”

You whined. “Alpha, please!”

“Just a little longer. You can hold on just a little longer, cant you? Hmm? Don’t you want to be good for your Alpha?”

You were so close. Your body felt like it was on fire and your head spun, the darkness that seemed to engulf you left your nerve endings so sensitive, and you couldn’t see him, could think, couldn’t do anything more than accept the pleasure he was giving you. He seemed to know that you were at your breaking point, because as a whine began to build in your throat, he pulled away.

His fingers pressed right where you needed them most, and you found yourself spiraling.

“Cum for me, Omega.”

You woke up with a start, your mind still heavy with lust and sleep. It took you a moment to realize that you had been dreaming, and then you were falling back to your bed with a groan, swiping a hand down your face.

It was your memories from that night with Chan.

It seemed like your pre-heat sex dreams were making their appearance. Usually they were some random fantasies, but you supposed it made sense that you would be hit with a memory this time around.

Your thoughts wandered to the shirt still in your drawer. It almost seemed to be calling for you.

You let out another groan.

This was going to be a long week.

-0-0-

You were convinced that heat suppressants had to have been created as a form of torture.

The headache made every noise feel like a punch to the brain, not helped by the fact that your hearing was so sensitive that everything above a cough sounded like an airhorn to your brain. Even the painkillers you took that morning were doing little to dull the hammering in your head.

And yet, you tried your best to keep a smile on your face, made ever difficult from having to deal with the managers.

You had been thrown for a loop when you found out on Tuesday morning that Felix had gone into heat. It was all the staff members were talking about. You hoped that the idol’s heat and rut cycles weren’t normally a topic of interest for the company, but you understood why this time they all were freaking out about it.

Stray Kids’ comeback was scheduled for next week.

It would be hard for you to have to go back to work the day after your heat ended, but finding out that Felix was expected to be on stage and promoting less than a week after his almost made you feral.

“What do you mean the comeback will continue as planned?”

Jeonhui gave you a hard look. You knew that as a new employee, and only a translator who was in the meeting to be kept up to date with the upcoming schedule, the idea of speaking out was unheard of. But when the news that the comeback would still be happening on the expected date, your mouth opened before your brain could catch up.

The head manager, Soojin, gave you a puzzled look. “Is there a reason we shouldn’t?”

The entire room was looking at you, but you forced yourself to focus only on the manager. “Felix finished his heat less than a day ago.”

“Yes?”

“Even for a normal person, a comeback is stressful. Long nights, early mornings, practices and schedules and stage performances and interviews … do you really think that’s the best thing for an omega who just had their heat to deal with?”

There was a moment where Soojin looked almost understanding, his eyes soft and a small smile on his face. You thought that you might have actually gotten through to him. You thought for a second that maybe you could make an impact on this company, give them some knowledge of the artists they were supposed to be managing and caring for, and that you could actually change the way the industry worked.

But it shattered with his next words.

“I appreciate the concern, but I assure you our omega’s can handle the load just fine. We’ve had both omegas and alphas going back to work right after heats and ruts, and there’s never been a complaint in the past.” The other staff managers nodded along as if what he was saying was common knowledge. “If they needed more time to recover, they would have said something.”

You thought about the pressure building in your head, the way your skin felt like it was crawling, the constant cramped pain your stomach was enduring, all so that you wouldn’t go into heat. All so you could keep pretending to a room full of betas.

All so that those same betas could make decisions about omega’s and alphas they knew nothing about.

It made you want to scream.

“Maybe,” You managed through clenched teeth. “They never say anything because they know that if they do, the company would use it as proof that omegas are more trouble than their worth.”

Soojin and the other managers gave you a surprised look. From the corner of the room, Maya was given you a proud smile, but the other stylists around her looked confused and even annoyed.

“Why do you care so much about this anyways? What are you, an omega expert?” One of them said.

And his words felt like a bucket of water had been dumped over your slightly overheated body. You immediately bowed your head, realizing that you had brought more attention on your head than was necessary, and it was obvious you were fighting a losing battle.

“I’m just … worried. Just seems like those boys could use some rest,” You mumbled in excuse.

Stupid. How could you be so stupid.

Now everyone would know you as that one translator who argued about an omegas needs. At best they would think you were out of line, but at worst …

“It’s quite alright,” Soojin assured you, although the look Jeonhui gave you told you that the two of you would be talking later. “But like you said, comeback is stressful for all of us, including the staff. This is why we put in all the hard work! I want to take a moment to thank all of the staff for helping make this a possibility-“

And just like that, your little outburst seemed to be forgotten.

It didn’t make you feel any better to know that your words were so easily dismissed. As Thursday turned into Friday, you made the conscious decision to not take your heat suppressants that morning, knowing you would need your heat to start either than night or early Saturday morning if you wanted your heat to end by Sunday night.

You ignored the looks Sooyoung gave you as you left for work.

Just as promised, you had been avoiding her all week. When the cramps hit you late at night and you cried out, you muffled the sound with your pillow to avoid waking her. She didn’t mention the quickly dwindling supply of pain medication (you reminded yourself to pick some up after work).

It made a part of you ache to know you had disappointed your friend. But it also made you feel proud to know that you were still doing what you had dreamed of doing for so long.

You just had to keep moving forward.

Friday went by normally, and almost easier than the past three days. The suppressants started to flush out of your system around noon, and the symptoms you had been dealing with started to fade, making it easier for you to work. The heat symptoms would come around soon, but you weren’t too worried about it hitting you fully until you were back home.

You were just finishing up your last assignment of the day when you caught the scent of a familiar smell.

“Oh no.”

Minho appeared at your doorway within seconds, and you secretly cursed the enhanced sense of smell that had yet to wear off, because the strong scent of alpha had your omega perking their metaphorical ears up instantly.

He had probably just finished dance practice judging by the sweat covered shirt he had yet to change out of.

You forced your eyes away from him and back to your screen. “Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry.”

You paused your typing, risking a glance to look at his face. He looked straight faced, almost bored at first, but you could smell the shame that was hidden beneath the rest of his scent, and you turned to face him completely.

“What are you sorry for?” You asked him.

He looked away. “I yelled at you when we first met. It was … inappropriate.”

“You were protecting your pack,” You corrected him, turning back to your work. “You did what you thought was right.”

Minho continued to stare at you from the doorway, not saying anything. You finished what you were working on and began to wrap everything up so you could leave. In the few minutes it took you to do that, he didn’t say anything.

You grabbed the files you had to drop off to your manager before you left. “I’m serious, Minho. It’s fine.”

When you stood up, a few papers that had been caught under your files fluttered to the ground. Before you could move to grab them, Minho was there, picking up the papers and tapping them on the ground so that they would be stacked up together, lifting his head up to look at you.

And you immediately felt something in your stomach twist, and your head spun.

He stood back up, unaware of your internal freak out, and handed you the papers. You took them with shaking hands.

“Thanks,” You breathed out.

Minho frowned. “Are you okay?”

No, you wanted to scream at him. I’m going into heat and a stupidly handsome alpha was on his knees looking up at me and now I’m losing my goddamn mind.

But instead, you forced a smile on your face. “Fine.” It came out squeaky, and you winced. “I, uh. Gotta go!”

You rushed out of there as quickly as you could.

As if your day couldn’t get any worse, you completely missed an equally sweaty and tired looking Chan as he was walking out of the elevator, and he had to grab your shoulders to keep you from running him over. His scent, equally as strong, only made your chest ache more.

Chan smiled. “Ah, just who I was looking for!”

You eyed him curiously. “Wow, I’m really popular these days, huh?”

“What?”

“What did you need?” You asked him as you walked into the elevator. He followed you in.

“I wanted to let you know that I talked with Felix.”

“Oh, how is he, by the way? I heard about what happened.”

Chan gave you a soft smile. “Ah, he’s fine. He …. He wants to meet with you.”

The elevator opened, and someone stepped in. It was a random staff member you didn’t recognize, probably not even a stray kid’s staff member, but both you and Chan remained silent until she left. You turned to Chan as the elevator made its way up to your manager’s floor.

“I think we should wait until after your comeback,” You told him.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Chan sighed. “We’ll have enough on our shoulders this week.”

You scowled. “Ugh, don’t even remind me.”

He let out a laugh. “Ah, I heard about what you did yesterday.”

You covered your face in embarrassment as the elevator door opened. “Uh, I’m just going to go before I say anything even worse.”

Chan was still laughing as you left, but he called out for you before the doors closed. His smile was one of the last things you saw as his words reached you.

“Thank you.”

[danikamariewrites]

Can you pls do a part 4 clingy reader Rhysand and Azriel rhysriel poly ddlg relationship

where they do cute things for reader and take her out on cute little dates to the bookstore, pincnics,movies and coffee bc reader is shy and has social anxiety so they do cute little things where there isn’t much people buy on the rare occasion they go to loud places so they can help reader with her social anxiety/anxiety

Acts of Service hc

Rhysriel x reader

A/n: hey guys! Sorry again for being inactive lol. I’ve been so tired when I get home from work I have like 0 energy for anything. But I’m finding the motivation to keep writing so thank you for being patient with me

Warnings: none

These two will do everything for you

You never have to worry about a chore or want with Azriel and Rhysand bc they make sure all your needs are met

Even if it’s just the little things during the day. For example Rhys always gives you his arm when walking down the stairs or around the house

Azriel always reaches things high up on shelves for you

And they both keep you close out in public, parties, and meetings if you attend

There are specific things that they do for you everyday

Rhys lays out your outfits so you’re always matching

He’s a lil fashionista of course he’s going to be in charge of curating the best wardrobe for you

How could Rhys let his High Lady look anything but her best

Rhys loves playing with your hair too. He brushes it before bed as a way for the both of you to relax and he often braids it

When you have to go to the court of Nightmares he dresses you like his lil assassin to get a point across

Azriel made sure you are very skilled with daggers

The fact that you can hold your own and could kill a man with a slice is a huge turn on for them

Azriel escorts you everywhere

He loves holding your hand when on walks, shopping, eating, and even cuddling

You and Rhys are the only ones that

Rhys and Azriel always make sure they have a gift for you when one of the, comes home from being away

Usually Azriel is the one who’s away so he and Rhys work together to make sure there’s a store Az can get something for you and Rhys pays for said item

He always carries you when the three of you fly somewhere since Rhys gets you most of the time Azriel likes to keep you as close as possible while he’s home

Dates are always special for you 3

It doesn’t matter if it’s an at home romantic dinner or they take you somewhere fancy, it’s always special

Your favorite dates are the ones away from prying eyes of the citizens of Velaris

You love your people and the city but get anxious when they just stare and ogle at Rhys and Az openly especially when you’re right next to them

Picnics by the lake and weekends away at the cabin are the best

You just cling to them and they make sure you’re fed and warm and give you lots of love

There are times when you like going to the city for dates even if you get anxious

Rhys and Az know your favorite treat is the bookstore and coffee and that’s a once a week thing

Except if you’re bored or sad then they take you again on another day

When your anxiety acts up they are really good at noticing it especially Azriel and his shadows

His shadows adore you and protect you all the time

If Az isn’t there then one of his shadows is always with you wrapped around your arm like a bracelet

They have a cool soothing touch but nothing beats physical reassurance from your boys

When you get really anxious you immediately find on of their hands to hold them or cling to their arm, pressing your forehead into their bicep

They’ll start rubbing the back of your neck and pressing kiss on your head

“It’s ok darling, I’ve got you.” Rhys likes to say

They lead you to a quiet place to help you calm down until you’re ready to go or want to keep spending time out with them

Rhys and Azriel don’t care either way they just want you to feel safe

And if you being safe means winnowing you home immediately and hiding under blankets on the couch then they’ll do it

[lesbianoms]

Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.

After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”

We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.

And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.

I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”

She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.

“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”

He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.

She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.

“This one’s for you, sweetie~”

She lowers him towards her mouth.

“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”

Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.

Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.

She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”

Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.

“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.

The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️

“Come with me.”

She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.

I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.

“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.

I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…

“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*

She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.

“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"

Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.

About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.

She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.

“There he is,” she mumbles.

Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.

I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.

“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.

I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…

She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.

Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.

Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”

She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”

[orisquirrelking]

May I please have p1 dude x reader Headcanons 💕 I love him so much (sob)

Also I'm from the RWS server LOL

P1 dude/reader HCs

I’m not gonna lie to you chief i am writing this in my lecture hall because i have no time otherwise LMAOO

Enjoy !!

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He’s not very social so the fact that you two even met in the first place is lowkey a miracle. He’ll dwell on this a lot. Were it not for the fact that the two of you were coincidentally at the same grocery store at the same time, he doesn’t think you would’ve ever even have heard of him.

(this is more of a gen headcanon, but) adding on to his antisocial personality, it’s been years since the incident in paradise (however you may interpret it, whether it be just a dream or an actual, physical event,) that lead to his long-term hospitalization at the paradise psychiatric ward. He had been staying there for as long as he can remember, only being released very recently due to medical advancements with medication for mental health issues. It’s not exactly a topic he likes to talk about though he may crack a joke that you’re not sure you can laugh at every once in a while.

Very schedule oriented. When you two began dating it was difficult for him to adjust to having another presence in his life. In the beginning he usually had to host dates at his place, just because he didn’t want to adjust at all. Its a push and pull process but the two of you are working on a more relaxed, healthier schedule.

You’ll notice that he patrols the borders of his house every once in a while. His paranoia can get high and at times he feels unsafe in his home. It’s mostly harmless behavior, and he doesn’t mind if you join him. 

You're going to be subject to a LOT of rambling about his weapons. He's a big collector, doesn't matter if they don't work, as long as they can look pretty. He keeps his “real” firearms and ammunition in safeboxes around his house. If you don't already know, he's teaching you how to use them.

As I've stated in other writings, I think that all of the dudes enjoy physical contact in one way or another. Unlike P2, P1 dude prefers to initiate physical contact and be able to pull away at any time. Don’t get him wrong, he loves physical contact, but he can be overstimulated at times and would prefer to not be in a pissy mood when around you.

When you start getting him to go out, he prefers to be able to go out to somewhere more spacious and more nature oriented, (as stated in the dating HCs.) so he can bring baby Champ with him.

Speaking of Champ, that puppy is his fucking lifeline. I like to think that in this universe Champ is his service dog in training, and is the first thing he received when he left the ward. If you don’t fw Champ, the chances of you two getting together are lower than 0%. On the other hand, nothing brings him more joy than when you’re lazing around at his home together and you start playing with Champ. He thoroughly enjoys it when you help him with Champ’s training, he loves seeing his two favorites get along!

Does not like it when he misses taking his meds. You’re going to have to assure him that missing one dosage isn’t going to erase all of the progress he’s made. Dude would be more on edge on the days when that happens. Sometimes this will lead to a meltdown, and honestly (as somebody who has the same issues that he does,) there really isn’t much you can do except be there for him.

Appreciates everything you do for him and will not hesitate to try to one-up you. You’ve offhandedly bought him food? He’s treating you to dinner. Homemade. Take care of him when he’s sick? Flowers, chocolate, and a day out with Champ. He doesn’t have the most money in the world but he wants to show you that he cares too.

Doesn’t want to seem dependent on anything, so sometimes he might pull away from you. He’s been independent for most of his life, so it hits an insecurity when he thinks he might have been “burdening” you with his issues. He’s not exactly used to being treated with so much kindness.

Overall? Be patient with this man for the love of god. It’ll take him some time to open up and yeah, he’s got his issues, but in the end he’s just a guy trying to make the best of a life full of experiences he never asked for.

[meltdownrelics]

REVVED HEARTS ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

{ Chapter 0 }

context; you’ve been rolling with the wrong crowd for a little while now and they land you in a bit of trouble, you get a job as a lady of the line at an underground racing track to pay off what you owe but, two racers can’t seem to get enough of you,

w/c; 1186

a/n: sorry this chapter is so shit. this is just necessary back story (there’s another a/n at the end once you’ve read the chapter )

IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS PLEASE POINT THEM OUT!!!

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An announcers over enthusiastic voice sounds through the speakers. The hum of engines and the roar of a crowd are the only thing you can hear. Standing tall and proud with two checkered flags in each hand, you raise the flags above your head, flash a sinister smile, and shoot your hands down.

How did you get there?

Last you remember you were with your friends. In the same track matter of fact. After spending the last couple of months droning about at your job. Your friends convince you to go out, not a party or anything. Just them. “You need to get out more!”, they’d say. Fuck them.

So here you were, in the stands of the track. Bottles littered the ground around you and a haze of grey swirled around your laughs and breaths. Technically the track was private property, technically it was a little illegal to be trashing the place like this, but who cares?

“Hey, you guys want to play hide and seek?” Your bitch of friend Mahito suggests.

“Really Mahito? At our grown age?” You snort and ignore his remark instead choosing to sit up a little straighter and take a swig from your drink.

“Ah, don’t be such a buzz kill! Hide and seek will be fun, I mean look at this place!” Your friends keep begging—practically on their knees. You reluctantly agree.

“Alright fine whatever! I’m playing one round if it means you all with shut the fuck up!” You sigh exasperated and stand up dusting off your pants.

“Great!” Mahito jumps up and claps his hands together. “Now, we’re going to be playing a different version of hide and seek. In this one, one person hides and everybody else seeks! Makes it funner and more high stakes.” He clears his throat and looks around at the other members of your friend group. “You’ll hide first, and everybody else will seek! I’m assuming nobody has an objection.” He looks around, nobody objects.

“What? Mahito that doesn’t make any sen—“ You’re silenced by Mahito practically pushing you off the stands and into the empty track.

“No backing out now! You agreed! Just one round, me and everybody else will count to, let’s say… a hundred? Yeah. A hundred. Be a dear and don’t get found easily, thank you!” And with that he turns on his heels and runs back up to the stands to begin counting. ‘Fucking bastard. I’m never coming back here again.’ You fume to yourself and stomp off to find some mediocre burning spot.

You walk around for maybe 20 seconds before you spot a garage, open just a crack but enough for you to slide under and into. You hear Mahito and the others begin looking for you, and in a last ditch effort you crawl under the garage and hide behind an old car with a tarp on it.

You lean your head back and close your eyes. It was late. 1:42 to be exact. This was the one weekend where you could let go a little and relax and you were spending it in a dingy racing track with friends you probably shouldn’t be friends with. Fuck.

Time keeps going and you spend whag seems like forever in that garage. Your phone was almost dead and it was now 2:13 AM. ‘What the fucks taking them so long?’

You crawl out from under the garage and head back to where you guys were hanging around earlier. Instead of finding your friends, you see the mess of bottles and a tall figure standing with his arms crossed looking down at you. Your mouth opens then closes. ‘They wouldn’t.’

“Your little entérage of goonies left you.” When he spoke his words came out smooth like velvet. Every word was picked carefully like a flower in a bouquet.

“What are you talki—who are you?!” You take a step off the stands ready to book it if neccassary. You knew this wasn’t a good idea, you could be home, enjoying yourself, catching up on love island, yelling at the tv while watching Shameless, maybe even finishing tha—

“Don’t bother.” He cut your train of thought. “If you even think of running I have police on standby ready to arrest you for trespassing.” He steps down the stands until he’s in front of you and you can clearly make him out. Blonde hair, green glasses, a tan suit. Obviously a man who meant business.

“I’m Kento Nanami. I run this track where you and your friends decided to hold your little..escapade.” He clears his throat. “May I ask how you plan on covering the damages?”

“Damages?” You scoff. “It’s a couple of bottles I can trash that.” You fold your arms feeling too tipsy and tired to deal with this.

“‘A couple of bottles? My windows were shattered and countless items of merchandise was stolen from the shop.” His face hardens as he looks down at you. “I take it you didn’t know?”

“Y-You can’t be serious.” You try to laugh off the tense atmosphere.

“Deadly.” He only stares down at you. You scans you from head to toe. Something quirks behind his eyes.

“Will your friends be aiding you in covering the total cost? My guess is it will be well over ten-thousand dollars.” His brow arches and his lips purse. His eyes seem to watch you more.

“Holy, shit are you kidding me?” You run both hands over your head to smooth it down. “Look Mr. Nanami—sir. I can’t afford that.”

“Maybe your friends could help?”

You swear under your breath and run your hands up and down your face trying to wake yourself up and think.

“If you can’t come up with the money, I have an idea…” Kento speaks his words slowly.

“I’m not having sex with you!” You snap and glare at him. You notice a frown grow on his face and his look only seems to get harsher.

“I wasn’t talking about…sex. I mean a real job opportunity. Only nightly, maybe once a week. Wouldn’t interrupt your day job.”

“I’m listening…”

“Be a lady of the line. Be my flag girl. Just stand there look prettt and wave your flag.” He pushes his glasses up.

“A… ‘lady of the line’?…I don’t know, I don’t usually ha—“

He sighs heavily cutting you off, “I’ll pay you 500 for each race…unless or course you want to pay that damage control out of your own pocket?….”

You blink absent mindedly at him. One blink, two blink. “When do I start?”

That’s how you found yourself in this situation, low zip leather body suit, and thigh highs. All around you people whistled and cheered as the racers kicked off. You use this opportunity to walk if the track and stumble into the bathroom. God it was intoxicating in the worst way. You felt like you were going to throw up.

But atleast you were one step closer to clearing your goal and leaving this shit sack of a race track.

500 down, 9500 more to go.

(TAGLIST (12/50): @tojis-ball-sack @lemonnotade @shhinigamii @shuuji71 @damianodavidscumslut @lovingami @yuuuumii @kodzukenwhore @aiicpansion @pinkfqiry @flashin-lights10 @chrimsychrism )

a/n: toji and sukuna will be introduced next chapter+i will try to make everything more visually appealing im sorry (😣), also if you can’t tell mahito is an opp.

made by meltdownrelics ‘24

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Good morning Hawkins in my daily struggle to power through Flight of Icarus despite my problems with it, I present to you:

Eddie Munson x Reader Headcanons - Hellfire Club Edition

Author’s Note: Y’all I am fucking STOKED! I’m finally meeting up with some old buddies this Saturday to play D&D again for the first time in four years! Me and my friends have been trying to find someone to DM for us for a while (my lover doesn’t want to which is totally fair). And I fell in love with Eddie helping Gareth make his new character in Flight of Icarus, and I feel like we have a significant lack of Reader in Hellfire Club headcanons. So, from one D&D nerd to the community, please enjoy these headcanons which is basically just me gushing for five hours about D&D.

For context: Let’s say Hellfire Club meets Fridays in the Drama Room after school hours.

Okay, first and foremost, Eddie plays Advanced Dungeons and Dragons in 1986 like its 2024 fifth edition in Hellfire Club.

Flight of Icarus got one thing right: Eddie doesn’t give a shit about rules half the time. While it’s a great guideline to start off from, I feel like Eddie would be big on homebrewing.

There may be some homebrew campaigns and a good majority of the storyline in the main campaign is improv, but that doesn’t stop him from respecting if there are players who want to follow the game rules.

He will tease the shit out of a rules lawyer though.

I can see Mike Wheeler as the rules lawyer at first, only to be thoroughly humbled by the first homebrew one shot Eddie put him in.

Eddie will either help you make a character in private or with the boys in case you need more brains to help explain things to you.

If you’re really new, he has his own private session 0 with you to roll for stats. He will meticulously go through all of your character’s details with you and help explain things no matter how many times you ask. He’s very patient, and he loves when you ask him questions.

It makes him feel happy you care so much about his hobbies!

Another big one: Eddie allows multi classing. You wanna be a Cleric who was torn from their order and forced into a life of crime as a Rogue?

“Bitchin’. We love a sassy holy member of the clergy that’s reverted to a life of crime. Let’s decide together how many levels you want in each class.”

You want to go for a specific subclass that cancels out your main class? *cough DRUID cough*

“Fuck it babe. I’ll allow you to keep your armor proficiencies, your spells, AND I’ll lift the requirements for castle worship only. Your Druid can pray for cleric spells in the woods.”

Hellfire Club is literally so relaxing even though there are insults thrown every five minutes and you might find yourself making enemies for the few hours Hellfire Club meets. But it’s not serious. It’s all in good fun and everyone makes up after.

Eddie often uses the Rule of Cool: If you make it sound cool, he’ll allow it in a campaign.

HOWEVER…

Eddie Munson is your sweetheart, your love of your life, your one, but he is a fucking BASTARD of a DM sometimes.

If you get a high roll, he will throw all manner of shit at you in a campaign.

You have a tanky build? Try soloing five groups in a row with no healer bitch.

Spellcaster with a high level arsenal of spells? Your long rests to regain spell slots will never know peace.

Cleric with high level healing spells? Woe, Silence be upon thee.

This mother fucker will not go easy on you if you’re a first timer, but thankfully he will explain to you in detail what he’s doing, what he’s rolling for, etc.

But that’s only for your first game and only because you’re his baby.

If you have a solid idea of how to play, good luck bro. You’re gonna need it.

You, Jeff and Frank collectively (jokingly) plan to one day jump Eddie after school if he continues his traditions of thinking of sadistic ways to kill your first character for a new class.

You tried to warn the freshmen about Eddie’s bullshit but they didn’t believe you. Especially Dustin, who defended Eddie to the death and chastised you for calling Eddie a “shit licking whore” of a DM because hey, that’s your boyfriend! Be nice to him!

… Dustin now only refers to the DM’s commentaries as “And now a word from our Shit Licking Whore…”

I can see Eddie becoming one of those DMs whose goal is to fucking win at all costs even though it’s really not the point but… you know. He seems like he’d have a competitive streak.

Based on Experience: You make eight in Hellfire Club. For a normal campaign that’s way too many goddamn people and turns can take fucking forever. Eddie often gets impatient and hates when the campaigns get mind numbing.

So Eddie’s devised this solution: One Shots have to be rolled for with a d20 to determine who gets to be one of four players, winners need the highest scores of the group. Hellfire Club’s main campaign though is anything goes, Eddie alone DMs, and all Hellfire Club members can play. Because the main is anything goes, it’s also the hardest. And once your character is dead, there’s no revives. The main campaign is not the most newbie friendly. You can opt out of it if you don’t feel comfortable with the main campaign.

The one shots are mainly official campaigns from the sourcebooks, but there are some homebrew ones allowed as long as Eddie checks them over first. These ones are the easier games to get into.

Eddie will allow anyone who wants to DM a chance to DM these one shots, because he honestly gets sick of being the forever DM and actually wants to play sometimes.

You prefer Eddie as a player because he will strategize beforehand with everyone while he rolls up a character. He will base his decision on everyone else’s, fulfilling any role you need. He also will help explain to you about certain encounters or walk you through picking spells or such as you level up.

If you need help while Eddie DMs, the best people to sit with are Gareth, Jeff, and Mike. Gareth and Jeff have the most knowledge about how spells work and helping you to walk through what would benefit the party. Mike is an invaluable tool to have being a former DM, and while he may get annoyed if you ask too many questions, he can tell you just about anything regarding abilities, monsters, or what effects certain spells have. He’ll also help you pick a weapon proficiency that matches your character’s needs.

If you need cheering up, sit next to Dustin or Frank. Franks got the depression snacks in clutch and Dustin will try to cheer you up if your character dies in a famous Eddie Munson death scene.

Dice Jail for Bad And Naughty Traitor Dice get thrown in a mason jar by Eddie’s DM screen. He shakes the jar full of the shitty dice and you all have to scream “SHUN THE TRAITORS”.

Eddie keeps his dice in a Crown Royal drawstring bag. I said what I said.

He even buys a bottle of Crown Royal for you so you have a matching bag for your dice too.

You best believe anything you need to start off the campaign, Eddie is going to buy it for you.

I will only say this once: Session 0 is the best day ever in Hellfire Club. Eddie goes all out: Pizza, drinks, snacks, candy, music, a little bit of the devil’s lettuce, he goes all fucking out.

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

I'm actually going to start posting a new chapter everyday, just because 😁.

0. The Slow Burn

Part 1 - the meet-cute

Part 2 - the coffee mug

Part 3 - the spicy song

Part 4 - the absence

Part 5 - the watch/the sweet song

Part 6 - the backrub

Warnings: none.

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“So,” Jess began, her eyes flicking up to gauge X’s reaction, “you and Miguel, huh? Can’t say I’m not surprised.”

She froze, her eyes widening with terror at the implication of Jess’s words. She swallowed her food slowly, trying to keep herself calm as she replied. “What about me and Miguel?”

“Oh, come on, X!” MJ gave her a light smack on the arm. “It’s so obvious that you guys like each other!”

Another pause, another attempt at not choking on her food. Was it really? Did he like her? Like, like-like her? In the same way that she like-liked him? She kept her head down, trying to hide her blush from everyone else at the table.

“No way,” she protested weakly, pushing the last few grains of rice around her plate. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “There’s no way he likes me. Like that.”

How could he? When he was so handsome and strong and smart and … and she was just her. Small and quiet and with absolutely nothing to offer him. She slumped over, disappointed.

“Of course he does!” Ben reassured her, noting her sudden drop in mood. “It’s so obvious even I can tell.”

Her lips twitched at that, but she kept her head down, still hesitant to believe it.

“I don’t know,” she argued softly. She bit her lip, considering the next words out of her mouth. “What … Why do you think so?”

She looked up at them, the nerves written plainly all over her face. She must really, really like him. Jess grinned.

“Girl, you should have seen him when you weren’t around,” she informed X, waving her spoon in the air enthusiastically. “The man was basically throwing a tantrum the entire day!”

“Oh my God, yes!” Ben agreed, his eyes wide as he leaned forward in his seat. “I asked him if we had any cashew nuts left and he got so mad at me! He started cursing and swearing and everything!”

X let out an amused snort at the revelation, finally seeming to ease up a little. She returned her attention back to her food, rolling the rice around her plate.

“What does that have to do with me, though?” MJ and Ben sighed, both of them exchanging incredulous glances.

“Because!” MJ replied, insistent on making her understand. They’d be so cute together, after all, the big and grumpy Miguel who only ever let himself relax when he was around her, and the small and shy X who’d light up with excitement whenever she was with him. They made each other happy, and what more could anyone ask for?

“Hey guys,” Peter began, settling into the seat beside X. “What are we talking about?”

He looked around at their faces, trying to discern the subject from the excited looks on Ben’s, MJ’s and Jess’s faces and the hesitant smile on X’s.

“Peter!” MJ exclaimed, her expression transforming into one of victory as she looked at him. “Tell her! Tell X how much Miguel missed her when she was gone.”

Ohhh. So that’s what they’d been talking about. X glanced over at him nervously, her eyes wide as she waited for his answer.

“It’s true,” Peter revealed, giving her a gentle pat on the forearm. “He was practically counting down the days until you came back!”

She grinned, then lowered her head, letting her hair fall over her face to hide her blush.

“Oh.” Her voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the happiness in it. Then suddenly, a vibration buzzed through the air, causing her to jump in her seat. She looked down at her wrist and began tapping frantically on her watch, trying to stop the notification that her vitals were abnormally high.

“X? What’s wrong?” She turned around, startled to find Miguel standing right behind her. She froze, panicked, then turned around quickly, curling into herself to hide her expression from him.

“Nothing!” She winced when her voice came out as a squeak. Then she cleared her throat and tried again. “Um, nothing. What’s up with you, Miguel?”

He’d heard - he’d heard everything they’d said about him being agitated when she’d been away. And then he’d heard her heart, pounding in her chest at the thought that he might have missed her. He swung his leg over the bench, taking the seat on her other side. Then he glanced around at the others, his eyes narrowing in suspicion beneath his eye protectors.

“Are they bullying you?” She turned to him, lips parting in horror at the suggestion.

“No! No, they’re … they’re not bullying me.” She waved her hands, then lowered her head again, her lips curling into a shy smile that had his own heart racing. She brushed her hair behind her ear, then flickered her eyes back up to his, peeking up at him from beneath her curly lashes. Dios, she was cute. He cleared his throat, shaking away the thought.

“Then why was your heart beating so fast, arañita?” Oh God. Had he heard? Had he heard her heart speeding up at the thought that he might like her? That she most definitely liked him? As more than a friend? She pulled her gaze away from his, trying to ignore the warmth radiating off of him, the pure masculine scent of him flooding her senses.

“Um, did you … did you hear that?” she asked him apprehensively. “Or did you get a notification?”

The corner of his lips curled at her reaction. Could it really be true? Could she really have had a crush on him? A passing infatuation that would wear off once she knew the real him? His stomach curdled at the thought, his smile slipping slightly.

“I heard it,” he told her, wanting to tease her, to see that shy smile grace her lips once again. She tensed, her fingers curling into fists as she studiously avoided meeting his gaze. He lowered his head, his lips stretching wider as he tried to get her to look at him. “¿Qué pasa, arañita? Is something bothering you?”

He straightened when she looked up at him again, that devilish smirk taking over his features. God, he was so hot. She squeezed her legs tight, dragging her gaze away from his as she clasped her hands together. He carried on, undeterred by her lack of response. “Or someone?”

He reached out and scratched her waist lightly with his finger, causing her to let out a surprised squeak. He snickered at the sound, only getting more amused when her watch started buzzing again, signalling the increase in her heart rate. MJ reached across the table and punched him in the arm.

“Stop teasing her like that, Miguel!” she scolded him when he turned to glare at her. He returned his attention to X, raising an eyebrow and feigning confusion.

“I’m not teasing her,” he argued, convincing absolutely no one at the table. “I’m just worried about her vitals being so high.”

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, wondering if he knew exactly why she was getting so flustered right now.

“I just have a naturally high resting heart rate,” she protested, still avoiding his gaze. “And I have an anxiety disorder! Therefore, I would like to petition for the sensitivity of my watch to be turned down. Just a little?”

She held up her finger and thumb, wincing as she awaited his response. He smirked again, holding his hand out for hers.

“Well, if your vitals are naturally so abnormally high,” he began, fiddling with her watch, “then maybe we should increase the sensitivity. Just a little.”

He pulled on her wrist, tugging her closer to him so that her knee was pressing against his. She let out a little whimper and, mierda, the sound of it, the reminder of how absolutely tiny she was compared to him, it drove him wild. He leaned down slightly, bending over to murmur in her ear.

“After all,” he continued, his fingers still curled around her wrist, “we wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you, would we, arañita?”

She looked up at him, eyes wide, lips parted in surprise, so close he could have leaned forward and brushed his own against them. Then her watch started vibrating again, and she pulled her hand out of his grasp, holding it close to her chest as she frowned up at him. Dios, she was cute when she was mad.

“You’re so mean, Miguel!” she huffed, getting up from the bench. She picked up her plate, going over to return it to the kitchen, and he followed after her, catching up to her easily.

“Arañita,” he called, grabbing her wrist to get her to stop. “I was only joking, arañita.”

She set her plate down, then turned around to face him, that adorable frown still etched onto her features. He took a step closer to her, forcing her to crane her neck back to look up at him.

“Here, let me fix it,” he reassured her, tapping on her watch again. She held her breath as he worked, trying to keep herself calm even though their proximity was making her heart leap out of her chest and into her throat. Finally, he released her, letting her arm fall back to her side. “There. It should be better now.”

“Um, thanks, Miguel.” She clasped her hands behind her back, that shy smile taking over her features as she shifted in place. “See you tomorrow!”

And then she ran off without another word. He crossed his arms, trying not to let out a frustrated groan as he watched her retreating figure. Ay, ¡por Dios! Why did she have to be so f*cking cute?!

She wasn’t here again - something about going out with a friend. But it was okay this time, because he knew he’d see her tomorrow. That didn’t stop the uncomfortable ache in his chest that made him feel like his day was missing something though. He rubbed his chin, studying the data in front of him. There was something he wasn’t seeing, something that X would have stared at for a minute and then figured out somehow. Maybe he’d just wait for her to come back.

“Lyla?” She popped up beside him immediately.

“Yes, boss?”

“Play some of that music that X always plays.”

“Copy that. Pulling up her playlist now.” She disappeared and then the sound of old-timey pop music began filling the room - well, old-timey to him anyway. He furrowed his brow, not recalling having heard this song before - he’d listen in sometimes, when she put her earphones in to start playing her music: because it helped her focus, she’d told him when he’d asked her about it. He’d grabbed her phone then, showing her how to connect it to the speaker system so that she could just play it out loud in the lab or the control room. Her eyes had widened with amazement and she’d treated him to that sweet smile he was getting far too fond of as her music started playing around them. He’d waved her thanks away, doing his best to ignore the way his heart fluttered in his chest as he turned back to his monitors.

‘Son esas ganas de sentirte cerca, al pronunciar tu nombre …’ He paused for a second, surprised by the Spanish flowing through the speakers. He knew she listened to Spanish songs sometimes, French ones too, but it always made his heart skip a beat, the reminder that she could understand his native tongue.

‘Qué está pasando, que esa carita divina, se ha vuelto mi medicina, y poco a poco yo me estoy sanando …’ His lips curled at the lyrics, a very specific little face popping into his head immediately: thick, curly lashes framing large, almond-shaped eyes, her full lips so soft and rosy. She had seemed to pop up in his life right when he'd needed it the most. And she never asked him for anything, nothing except his company, the two of them sitting in contented silence for hours at a time. And everything always seemed so much easier whenever she was around, less … scary. Just like in the song. He pulled out his tools, setting the data aside and deciding to work on some gadgets instead. He’d take a little break, come back to the problem after he’d given his brain some time to reset. And maybe she’d be back by then, there to lend a fresh set of eyes to the problem. But then the music started to fade away, the song changing to a new one, and he looked up, frowning.

“Lyla,” he called her back, “play the other one again. The Spanish one.” The song restarted and he felt his lips quirk at the ends again, the tension leaving his body as he settled down to get some work done.

She’d had fun today; going out with her friend to get some shopping done. But, of course, it still wasn’t as fun as hanging out with Miguel. So she’d changed into her suit when she’d gotten back, opening up a portal to take her to HQ. An unexpected sight greeted her when she entered the control room, however - or an unexpected sound, rather. Miguel stood on the platform, bobbing his head in time with the music as he fiddled with a gadget, his smooth, deep voice mumbling along to the lyrics of one of her favourite songs.

“Miguel?” she called to him, trying not to laugh as she webbed up to stand beside him. “What are you doing?”

¡Coño! He dropped his tools, startled by her sudden arrival. He hadn’t even heard her walk in, so absorbed had he been in the song. But what was she even doing here anyway? She wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. She looked up at him, lips stretched into a wide smile, her face lit up with amusement as she waited for his answer.

“Uh …” he began slowly, trying to come up with a response. He gritted his teeth, flashing her an embarrassed grimace as he muttered out of the side of his mouth. “Lyla! Turn it off!” Thankfully, she did as he said, turning off the music without arguing back - for once. He let out an awkward chuckle.

“Uh, what are you doing here, arañita?” he asked. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to make it today.” She continued grinning at him, a hint of shyness tinging the edges of her knowing expression.

“Well, I … I wanted to see you,” she confessed, breaking his gaze for a moment. Then she looked up at him again, her features rearranged into an expression of mischief this time. “I didn’t know you missed me.”

“Oh.” He broke her gaze, afraid to use that word specifically to describe how he’d been feeling without her there. “Uh, well, it was just a little quiet, that's all.” He turned back to his desk, fiddling with the gadget there as he figured out what to say.

“Hmm.” She nodded thoughtfully and took a step closer to him, trying to tamp the happiness starting to bubble up in her chest. Had he really missed her? Just like the others had said? Just like she'd missed him? She kept her gaze fixed on his hands as she leaned into him, her eyes tracking the movements of his long fingers as he twisted and fidgeted with the gadget. “I missed you too, Miguel.”

He froze again, unsure if he’d heard right. He glanced over at her and found her gaze trained on the ground as she smiled and shifted on the spot shyly. His stomach flipped at the sight and he dragged his eyes away from her, tapping on the table nervously as he digested her response. She’d missed him - she’d missed him even though she’d only seen him yesterday. How much had she missed him then, that week she’d been away? As much as he’d missed her? He shook his head at the sudden thought, not wanting to admit how he felt about her - not even to himself. He bit his lip, thinking. Then he cleared his throat and returned his attention to the computer, pulling up the dataset he’d been having trouble with earlier.

“Uh, I … I was having some trouble analysing this data, arañita,” he informed her, turning to face her without meeting her gaze. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Could you take a look at it?”

Of course he’d never use the word ‘help’ - probably an oldest sibling thing, considering how she still struggled to ask for help too, sometimes. She grinned, delighted by how well she was beginning to know him, how soft and easy everything was with him. She clasped her hands behind her back and turned her attention to the screen, trying to keep her heart beat steady as she studied the data in front of her.

“Okay, yeah, this is … not right,” she told him, lips still curled into an amused smile. He raised an eyebrow, confused.

“What do you mean?” She stretched onto her toes and pointed at a set of numbers that didn’t seem to fit with the rest.

“These numbers make no sense at all,” she informed him, lowering herself back down again. “I don’t know if you accidentally typed in the wrong numbers or something, but … this ain’t right, boss.” It was the way she always said it, that playful smile on her face, that teasing tone of her voice. Dios, it drove him mad. He tucked his hands under his arms, his muscles clenching as his stomach gave another flip.

“Vale, I’ll … I’ll go back and check the raw data,” he acquiesced, waving her away, needing her to leave so that he could work on getting his emotions back under his control again. “You should go home, arañita: it’s getting late.”

He was so cute, the way he kept rubbing the back of his neck or clearing his throat or pulling his gaze away from hers. Was he nervous? Around her? Now she wished she had some of his super senses, so she could hear his heartbeat and be sure of it. She tugged her chair over and sank back into it, swivelling around as she looked up at the screen. “I’ll wait. We can go through the data together.”

She turned to him, smiling up at him in a way that made his heart stop beating in his chest. And he wondered what it would sound like, hearing the words ‘I love you’ fall from those lips, what they would taste like beneath his own, her body small and soft in his hands. Just like in the song. He tensed up, suddenly realising the direction his thoughts had been going in, and turned away from her quickly. He was being ridiculous. They were just … colleagues. Just two strangers thrown together by unfortunate circumstances. Just … His stomach curdled with each excuse, the words weighing heavily on his heart. Even he hated how they sounded in his mind. He slid his gaze over to her and she smiled at him again, waiting. But he couldn't let himself indulge in … whatever this was. They'd only get hurt and she might not have been able to see that, but he … he knew better. He gripped the edge of the table, considering his next words.

“Uh, actually,” he began slowly, trying to come up with a lie that would get her to leave. Not something that would hurt her though - he knew he wouldn't be able to stand the crestfallen expression on her face if he hurt her. If anyone hurt her. “I was just going to get someone else to take a look at it. You said you'd have a lot to do at work this week, so I already got someone else to cover all your stuff.” He waved her off in a way that he hoped was an adequate mix of dismissal and reassurance. Not so dismissive as to make her think she wasn't valuable, but not so reassuring as to convince her that she meant more to him than anyone else at HQ. It was perfect.

She pursed her lips, thinking. She could see how careful he was to control his instinct to push people away. He was still afraid to let her get too close - hence the dismissal - but a part of him seemed to have begrudgingly accepted that she wouldn't be pushed away so easily. He was trying, and that was all she'd asked for. So, she wouldn't push him. She stood up and took a step closer to him, her brain running through all the possible responses she could leave him with. And then, she found it.

“Great,” she replied unexpectedly, sidling up to him. “That means I get to spend more time with you.” She flashed him a cheeky smile, then opened up a portal to take her home, not giving him the chance to respond. Not that he would have had a response anyway: what could he say, after all, when she'd told him she'd missed him? When she'd said she liked spending time with him, just the two of them alone together? When he'd started to like it too? He sank back into his seat, clutching at his hair in frustration as he sighed loudly. Por Dios, she was going to be the death of him one day.

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[lesharl-eclair]

hi this is just my very long brainrot + highlights + quotes i cannot get over after watching the most recent fernando interview (rambles below the cut, read at your own discretion)

When I say high performance what do you think of? “Delivering higher than expectations and having that extra something on everything you do.”

It’s unlimited for him. He’s been in this mindset for all his life and he probably won’t stop functioning at this level of “pure motivation”. It’s a way of life

His quiet amusement when they bring up him starting karting at THREE years old

“And I think the race was 15 laps and I did two of them. But they told me that I won the race so I was happy after all and yeah, that’s how it started.”

Humble origins? “I don’t know how I can be that competitive in everything I do because my family in general are not at all competitive.”

Fernando knew how to hold a grudge (!) “I could maybe not talk to them for one full day if I was not winning [at cards]” etc.

The moment when it really clicked that he HAD to win was as a defending champion (coming back to the Spanish championship in ‘97 after winning the Karting WC in ‘96)

“When I have this pressure I try to calm myself”

He deals with the expectations by knowing everything about what he’s going into.

EVERYTHING.

Asks about strategy like 5 times, prepares every contingency plan etc.

This applies to his daily life and I quote “When I’m at home relaxing [...] or there is a tennis match or whatever, I treat that tennis match like a Formula One Grand Prix. So I have to know everything about with who I will play with.” Literally all about the hyperfine control.

“If he’s too strong maybe I skip that day at the tennis because I hate losing.” I love him so much.

What is your relationship like with self-doubt? shrugs, smirks “Not much.” THE CHARISMA oh god.,,,????? 

ALSO, FERNANDO ALONSOS THINKING FACE (see this excellent post)

also also this seems a good place to add his like totally random head scratches and fidgets and most adorable face scrunches. such a cutie patootie energy ball.

This man avoids self-doubt by just TOTALLY avoiding the things he’s bad at????? 

“I’m doing what I know that I can do and on that specific thing, I don’t have much self-doubt or I don’t have many problems.”

He never thought he was slower than Michael Schumacher

“a kamikaze approach to Formula One and to the start of my career”

He loves Dakar so much and it’s so evident hehehee. He can find fulfilment here I think, being “two weeks in the middle of nothing on a tent”.

How does comparison work for you then? “I don’t know.”

He wants to spend more time with his family (!!) It’s a life he “wants to live in the next 40 or 50 years”.

Media attention/paparazzi? He’s more bothered by it than his parents and he really really values his privacy

On his first race in F1 in 2005, he called his father and his father said “Try to enjoy because maybe it’s your last race.” His family is just so content with anything that could happen, even the possibility of quote-unquote failure. Everything is just a gift.

He views F1 as more “selfish, more glamorous but also fake in another way”. F1 circus.

“I’m taking care a bit more of fans and TV and these kind of things because I understand the importance of it.” aka justifying your TikTok addiction,,,....???

I didn’t take one moment to enjoy my career because I was too focused on winning? without hesitation “Same!!!” (I regret that, I regret that)

“Celebrating every weekend is part of my thing now” It’s good imo that he took a step back and learnt to enjoy more his little successes :”))

Did I mention he’s so so detail-oriented?

“executing the race as a robot” so many fic ideas here lol “no emotion. And just there is only one way to see the chequered flag faster than any other possibility.”

“That’s the beauty of the sport, that even if you want to do something with no emotion, everything comes alive in certain moments of the race.”

He knows his stats :0

He says “bwoah” or “mwoah” a surprising number of times for someone who is not Kimi

His life is basically built around confidence and discipline and this also translates to how he deals with disappointment and pain

Sometimes he can’t digest losing the races/not podiuming for a few hours or until the next morning

There is always a plan and once that’s drilled into you it’s very easy to keep going

80% plans that he expects to go perfectly and 20% contingency plans because “you don’t want to spend too much time in the suboptimum”

If he could go back in time he would want to win a championship with Ferrari (don’t we all)

“There is a new life, you know, in a few years’ time for me without driving.” Retirement????? A F E W YEARS????????

“I should have enjoyed more and [...] I would just change to live a little bit more, all those moments, and try to have more memories from those moments. I won the championship in Brazil 2005/6 and I hardly remember anything from those afternoons and nights, which is sad…” Oh Fernando…

“I would love to win the championship again, but it’s not the highest priority.”

“Winning Dakar one day is a high priority for me as well.” HE REALLY LOVES DAKAR AND HES SO CUTE ABOUT IT UGHHH “IF I WIN IN DAKAR THAT WILL FEEL FOR ME SOMETHING SPECIAL AS A DRIVER AND AS A PERSON”????? SO so so cute

He loves people who are confident. He’s attracted to people who are “so sure of what they’re doing”. He finds them powerful.

“College is beautiful time”

What is the hidden cost of your achievements? “Nothing really.”

“Probably not being in the sport and not being an F1 driver I probably would have my own family by now, but that’s something that you never know.” ???????? wdym you never know but YES nando loves kids good to know

How happy are you? (they dropped that like a bomb) the answer is “9, 9.5 [out of 10]”.

THE HEAD OF MECHANICS IN HIS GOKART TEAM SAID “THERE IS NOT MUCH TO CELEBRATE” WHEN HE GOT SECOND IN THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP 

HE WAS T H I R T E E N let a guy be happy cmon

“you win or you don’t” That actually maybe explains how Nando used to be when he was younger

One piece of advice for listeners? “Self-confidence. Being prepared for everything you do in life. You cannot be happy with anything. You have to always search for something better.”

How much did you prep for this interview? “Not much, I was in the sim this morning.”

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Hello 🪽🪐✨

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Thank you in advanced and hope your workload settles down and bring you back some peace!

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Again thanks so much 🪼🪶

Hello Jas!

Thank you for participating in my little tarot game.

My workload is constantly high this season but I’m used to it. Luckily I know how to shake it all off and relax when I have the time to do so. Thank you for your consideration. 🙂

As usual with me, I attach the cards I pulled for you in case there was a hidden message meant for your eyes only.

Now let’s get to your reading!

Cards: LII The Tear, L The Bardo (The Wild Unknown Archetypes Oracle), 0 The Fool, 10 of Pentacles, 8 of Wands, Page of Swords (Tarot of the Vampires)

The Tear card comes first and it’s possible you might shed some tears recently or in near future but it’s more likely to be a part of a healing process, not a deep grief. You are at a place where you are able to finally see clearly through smoke screens and disguises, you are finally able to forgive yourself and others the past that might have been disappointing or painful even. Now you are in a process of healing and forgiveness is part of it. Holding grudges is only keeping you in a bad place so whatever made you bitter last year, feel free to learn the lesson, release it and move forward now. Even negative experiences can become very valuable for us and you are now finally able to love the unlovable and let go of anger as through healing you are being born fresh and new and in the new beginning of your path like The Fool. Things might actually start moving very fast and you might find yourself headlessly speeding through events but don’t worry. The stabilising aspect of the 10 of Pentacles is here to support you. Your family and home are likely to be a safe haven for you, be them actual family or your soul family. Even when moving fast, don’t take things at face value, search for information you need to make decisions as the Page of Swords is a detective card. You might need to do your research and gather intel before rushing into something. Your path is open in front of you and it’s really a new beginning and it’s completely up to you to decide how you walk it.

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Chapter 29: Bittersweet

[TW: MENTIONS OF LOSS]

Hey guys! I can't believe I'm one chapter away from the big 3-0 of my story! It still blows me away hoe far this story has come and I have you all to thank!

I've been chomping at the bit to write this chapter and the next as they're the stepping stones to something super exciting! I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Without further delay, let's jump in!

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The sun is now high in the sky as we had finally gotten to Junk Food Alley after having to take a breather. I didn’t want to, I just wanted to get some food and get back to the hospital, but having world upending information dropped onto you like a metric fuckton of dynamite into your brain tends to make one need to sit down to process everything.

After our orders were placed and a small wait, Crow and I sat at a table while Mako’s getting our food. There’s a bit of an awkward silence between us as aside from the Corrodium conversation, we really didn’t have much to talk about and if I’m to be honest? I don’t think my brain can handle any more surprises.

I fidget with my hands as I pop electricity between my fingertips. Crow doodles on her pants with a permanent marker. Interesting choice of relaxation but I’ve seen weirder.

“Do I know you from somewhere…?” I hear Crow pipe up, I turn my head towards her and tilt it.

“Do I look familiar?” I question. Crow’s about to answer, but Mako returns with the food and the question is quickly dropped in favor of the carnival snacks. I take mine and thank Mako for getting it before taking a couple of bites and everyone else tucks in.

The funnel cakes are perfect, golden brown, crisp to perfection and the powdered sugar piled high wraps it up with a nice bow. The churros are equally delicious and crunchy, the sweetness of the sugar and the spice of the cinnamon dance on my tongue. Both carnival snacks hit the spot when it comes to my sweet-tooth.

Yet… Even with as good as they are… I struggle to fully enjoy my food as I poke the funnel cake with a churro. My mind too busy trying to process everything to truly savor the food the way it deserves.

It feels like the onslaught of thoughts is never-ending, I’m drowning in a sea of new information and the waves crash me into rocky crags and cliffs before pulling me back out into the deep just to do it again. All of this while I’m trying to swim for my damn life. Desperately trying to sort out everything, make sense of it.

In the maelstrom, a familiar question rings out once more. Questions of twisted minds and warped bodies. What corrupts what. Does the power itself corrupt or is it merely a catalyst for something already there?

Now there’s a new variable, Corrodium. An element that turns this question on its head.

Typically when this question comes up, I think of those whose powers twisted them. Sasha driven mad, Alden in his rage… Even I’m twisted by my own power. Blood red eyes glare out when I’m angry, my skin desaturates to a sickly pale when about to unleash the full salvo of my power on whatever unlucky bastard decided to royally piss me off.

Yet now, with this Corrodium, there’s something that can turn a half-way decent person into a monster. It’s the body breaking the mind.

The only thing I can recall that could do anything remotely close to what Corrodium does was that bug-bastard Bertrand. Using his powers to turn people into those Swamp things, nothing more than feral animals that imprint on the first person they see. This Corrodium shit? It makes that seem like a kindness.

The worst part? This is a metal, a physical thing with no will or motive. Something that was either made by accident or, what I’m more inclined to believe, made on purpose. Or it’s something that’s natural and mined from the goddamn ground.

Feels like every time I’m starting to get an iota of an understanding of a Conduit’s power and its connection to their humanity, something else comes up and pulls the rug right out from under me.

And to top it all off, there’s a slight… Undercurrent of anger, a fury towards feelings I don’t understand, but it quickly gets washed away by another crashing wave of confusion.

I can hear the girls chattering away, but my mind is so full of… Well, everything… That I really can’t process what they’re going on about. I can hear Crow giving Mako hell about not giving me a “Wildlander 101” and how Bear taught her better while Mako tries to appease the irritated Water Conduit with a promise of rectifying that situation later tonight. Great… More information for my already overclocked brain to process, information I should have known in the first place apparently.

Better late than never I guess, but I will have a stern talk with the Shark later as I thought we had addressed this very problem back in Droptown.

I stare down at my half-eaten funnel cake as I poke at it with a churro, every now and again taking bites of the fried dough stick. More chatter… Mako has a boyfriend? Huh… Good for her, I guess. Hope she gets to spend time with him, whoever he is.

A squeal rips through the air as I am mid-bite on my churro, ripping me out of my mental fog and nearly making me choke. I look with wide eyes to see what the hell she’s screaming about.

Shining in the sun, a familiar shape wraps around Crow’s ring finger. A band of silver that appears to be marbled with something I can only describe as solid light, glowing a warm gold. There’s no doubting what it is, and the sight of it brought a pain that made the searing blast of the Ray Sphere and the absolute agony of the RFI ripping me apart feel like soothing balm.

An engagement ring…

All I can do is stare at the band as Mako starts gushing about the metal ring and Crow explains about how some guy named “Ezra” proposed to her in a sunflower field. I can’t make out any other details as the sound of static starts to rise in my ears.

I slouch back in the chair as the girls continue on about the prenuptials. My eyes can only stare ahead as the static drowns out everything. I can feel my heart pound and ache, my mind begins to race faster than before, then comes the laughter.

The cruel, mocking laughter.

His voice cackles as my hand slips into a pocket, my fingertips ghosting over the surface of a small, smooth box. I didn’t need to pull it out, I knew what it is by heart. I have pulled it out countless times before on cold, unforgiving nights. A relic of a time that will never come to pass, a reminder of what that bastard took away from me. Of a life robbed.

The ring I would have proposed to Trish with in Memorial Park on our anniversary.

Memories flicker before my eyes like a flipbook: of all the good times we shared through the years, all the grueling and hellish extra hours and shifts I pulled in my courier job just so I could save up enough money to buy the ring, the nights I stayed up… Fretting, planning, even practicing with a chair as a stand in so I could make the moment absolutely perfect for the woman who would be my forever.

Then come the memories of my world falling apart: of the Blast, of how Trish blamed me for her sister’s death because just because some TV jacker said I was the one who set the bomb off… Of hearing her scream as she fell to her death… How I couldn’t save her… And then his face. A decrypted mirror of my own, laughing at my misery.

It didn’t help that the woman with the ring looked so much like Trish…

“My my, what a beautiful ring.” That damned voice hisses in my ear. My body instinctively tenses, my jaw locking and biting down as my arms fold across my chest. “It’s a shame, really. If you had just followed the path I had set for you, you wouldn’t be seeing this.”

“Shut up, old bastard.” I growl back in my head, trying my hardest not to curl my lips and bare my teeth.

��Poor little boy.” He snickers. “You could have had peace, but you decided to be a defiant little shit. Now this is the price you must pay. I’m just here to remind you.”

“You don’t deserve happiness and you never will, you forfeited it the moment you dared to step out of line.”

The voice echos as I quietly scoff at the girls’ joy, whatever good mood I had now drained, leaving bitterness in its place. I roll my eyes at Mako squealing about god knows what when something catches my eye. Something very out of place hiding under a balloon stall. Something with white fur and ruby eyes.

… Is that a fucking rabbit? With antlers??

Confusion overtakes me as I look around. Nobody seems to notice this prey animal with headgear under the stall even though the jade white fur makes it stand out like a sore thumb against the shadows and the red dirt. I couldn’t help but to shake my head and rub my eyes to see if maybe I am actually going insane, but nope. That rabbit’s still there

“Hey uh… Sorry to interrupt the wedding talk…” I blurt out as I turn to face the girls who have apparently been staring at me for a bit. “But… Do you see that weird-ass rabbit?”

“Pardon me?” Crow questions with a look of confusion, oh god, she probably thinks I’m out of it.

“Yeah, there’s a rabbit under that stall just staring at us.”

The two girls lean over to where I’m pointing as I silently hope they could see it, a confirmation that I’m not going crazy. The two girls look at each-other before giving the other knowing glances. My eyes narrow as Mako looks at me with a Cheshire smile.

“Well? Better go catch it!” She says with a coy tone. I give her a questioning look before looking back at the rabbit again and…

Did that fucker just stick its tongue out at me? Oh it’s fucking on, Thumper!

[somegirlnamedalicia]

Different anon but I wanted to let you know I’m super excited about the pacesetter/firestarter polycule lol

Hoo boy, between real-life stuff and writing for two Cogs at once, this one took me a while. I don't plan on doing separate HCs for these two since they're basically confirmed canon, but hopefully these will suffice!

Flint Bonpyre (Firestarter) & Graham Ness Payser (Pacesetter) Polycule Headcanons:

Graham and Flint are already dating when you meet them, but you hit it off with them quickly. You just fit so well into their dynamic!

"Okay, we've gotta ask them to date us," Graham says to Flint one day in private. Though Flint also really likes you, he's hesitant at first, worried he won't be able to fuel two partners at once, but Graham is confident that he has enough energy for the both of you with tons to spare. In the end, they compromise: They'll spend time with you as a group without actually calling it "dating" and see where things go from there.

Spending more time with you only makes them fall harder. Graham practically vibrates out of his shell as he resists asking you out on the spot, but he insists that nothing is wrong! Everything is fine! Great, even! Flint seems calmer than his boyfriend, but if you notice that Graham isn't the only one making his flame burn brighter these days, don't say anything. He'll die of embarrassment.

Surprisingly, Flint's the one to "break" first. He just likes you so much! And Graham does, too! And they wanna date you! The poor boys nearly collapse in relief when you say yes.

First things first: You need to fireproof your everything. Flint tries not to set things ablaze, but when you and Graham are around, he just gets so giddy that he can't stop his flame from burning hot and bright! Graham's used to it (his poor hair has been singed a few times), so he can help you out if need be.

Dating Graham is like getting sucked into a whirlwind sometimes. He always needs to be doing something and rarely plans ahead, so expect to be dragged out to whatever he thinks sounds fun at the time. Yes, jogging through Drowsy Dreamland in the middle of the night totally counts as a date as long as you kiss! He'd offer to hold hands, too, but you'd have to be able to keep up with him for that. You can hold Flint's hand if you lag behind, though!

Flint is much more of a planner, though he's usually content to go along with whatever Graham wants to do. When he does plan out dates, they're usually more lowkey, like sitting around a bonfire, cooking some food, maybe burning a few things... These work best after long work days because even Graham can't resist a good group cuddle after one of those. (Not that he doesn't like cuddling you two, but he's just so full of energy that he can't stay still long enough sometimes!)

Speaking of cuddles, it's probably 0% surprising that Flint's are quite warm. He can regulate his body temperature somewhat if it's too much for you, but sometimes he's just so filled with love for you that it heats him right back up! He always apologizes for it, at least.

The best outings are the ones that combine their energies with whatever your needs may be. Imagine running around town all night, doing whatever catches Graham's interest (and yours, if you're more spontaneous), occasionally stopping to take it slow and recharge. Flint knows some great places you can just relax and watch the world go by for a bit. Graham will want to end the night on a high note so you can all go home and relax together. Plans can be made for these, but expect them to be looser.

Graham is big on PDA. He loves showing the world that he, in all his awesomeness, scored two amazing partners in you and Flint. Flint's a lot more bashful about it, but in private, he shows just how hot that flame of his really burns for you two.

Unfortunately, these two have zero sense of self-preservation. Graham will push himself past his limits until he collapses in an admittedly hilarious heap on the floor, and Flint will accidentally disintegrate himself with Barnburner or just get so laser-focused on something that he'll forget to take care of himself. You're going to become an expert on Suit maintenance whether you like it or not.

I hope you're not quite as reckless as them. If you are... well, at least Flint and Graham already have plenty of practice with patching each other up. On the bright side, at least you get to spend more quality time together!

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Sara Ali Khan Curates and Hosts an Exclusive Wellness and Yoga Retreat on Airbnb

Unwind with Sara Ali Khan at a serene Airbnb in Goa, where guests will enjoy a bespoke yoga session guided by the actress herself

Bookings for this wellness and yoga retreat in Goa - which will be listed on Airbnb for ₹0 - open on November 27, 10 AM IST

India, 19 November 2024: Bollywood actor, fitness and travel enthusiast Sara Ali Khan will for the first time curate and host an exclusive wellness and yoga retreat for a group of up to four guests at a serene Airbnb in Goa, India. Set amidst the lush landscape of the sunshine state, this retreat is set to offer the ultimate escape, providing a perfect backdrop for relaxing and nurturing one’s holistic wellbeing.

Known for balancing her dedication to fitness with her fast paced cinematic career, Sara is now bringing her passion for wellness and yoga to Airbnb for this retreat in Goa. Guests will enjoy practising yoga with Sara in a stunning nature-inspired sanctuary, and get the opportunity to gain insights into Sara’s personal wellness rituals and secrets.

“I’m really excited to welcome guests to this special wellness and yoga retreat in Goa, only on Airbnb. Surrounded by nature’s beauty, we’ll focus on nourishing the mind, body and soul while creating meaningful memories together. It’s an opportunity to unwind, reconnect and embrace life’s simple pleasures in an unforgettable setting,” shared Sara.

Airbnb signed a Memorandum of Understanding (MoU) with the Goa Tourism Department in 2022, focussed on promoting Goa’s serene hinterlands and its unique homestay ecosystem. Through this collaboration, Airbnb aims to support the government’s vision to promote ‘Goa beyond beaches’ for domestic and international travellers seeking tranquillity, culture and connection.

“We are ecstatic to welcome Sara as Airbnb’s latest host. With the rise of Indian travellers seeking unique and immersive experiences when they explore destinations, combined with Bollywood as a cultural zeitgeist, this retreat promises to be unlike any other. It also offers a glimpse into wellness tourism as an exciting emerging travel trend,” said Amanpreet Bajaj, Airbnb’s General Manager for India, Southeast Asia, Hong Kong and Taiwan.

"Goa's evolution as a wellness destination highlights the state's incredible diversity. In partnership with Airbnb, we are committed to promoting Goa as a harbour for high-quality tourism and experiences that travellers can discover, cherish and rejoice in,” said Shri Rohan Khaunte, Minister for Tourism, Government of Goa.

Embark on a Wellness Getaway with Sara Ali Khan

About the retreat:

Curated and led by Sara, the two-night, three day retreat will see guests experiencing Sara’s all-time favourite wellness activities, including:

• A meet and greet with Sara followed by a bespoke yoga session guided by Sara

• A personalised welcome note sharing Sara’s tips for embracing wellness during a hectic schedule

• Savouring some of Sara’s favourite healthy dishes such as sprouts salad, grilled fish or chicken, hummus with sauteed veggies, palak paneer with roti and tandoori tikkas.

• Basking in the serenity of Goa through a guided nature trail

• Unwind with rejuvenating massages that promote relaxation and well-being

• Taking home a special personalised memorabilia from Sara to cherish this unforgettable experience

• About the home

Escape to a lush, jungle-style oasis in Goa for a mindful experience curated by Bollywood star Sara. This tranquil home seamlessly blends the indoors and outdoors, and features a biophilic design surrounded by dense foliage, tall bamboo trees, and fragrant blossoms. Whether one is looking to embrace self-care or simply unwind, the retreat offers a peaceful, minimalist space designed with soothing earthy tones. Enjoy a refreshing dip in the pool, or dinner in the gazebo under the stars. This unparalleled experience will revitalise your mind, body, and soul amidst the serene surroundings of Goa.

• How to book:

• Requests to book open at 10 am IST on November 27 at airbnb.com/saraalikhan.

• The two night, three day retreat will be priced at ₹0. The guest will be selected on a first come, first served basis, and can bring up to three companions along.

• Guests will be responsible for their own travel to and from Goa, India.

• Disclaimer:

"All information, content, recommendations and services provided in this yoga and wellness retreat are for informational and educational purposes only and do not constitute medical advice. The host of this retreat is not a registered medical, Ayurveda or aromatherapy practitioner. The yoga and wellness themed experiences have been curated based on personal experience & preferences, and are not intended to replace professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Always consult a qualified healthcare provider before making changes to your diet, exercise, yoga or wellness routine or health practices."

xxx

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June Reads

Summarizing the books I read this past June, my enjoyment of them, and the books I’m planning on reading this July!

I’m rather new to reviewing books outside of my own head so bear with these almost awful descriptions.

I read 6 books this past month that contained 1,399 pages total! Nearly every single one of these books contained dark, mysterious, or reflective themes.

Life Ceremony- Sayaka Murata

Life Ceremony was a very quick read for me, if I hadn’t only been reading when I had time between classes I’m certain I would’ve finished this book much faster. I rated this book a 4.5/5 stars and would highly recommend. I will say that the mood of this book can be all over the place, though it isn’t something that bothers me. Stories would range from eerie to somewhat disgusting and then to shocking. The stories that really stuck with me upon finishing were Life Ceremony, Eating the City, and Hatchling.

Eating the city was, by far, my favorite out of the collection. I found that the way Murata wrote about the characters past experiences were beautiful and almost made me miss a place I had never experiences. If you could only read one story out of the collection I would highly suggest this one.

You’ve Lost a Lot of Blood- Eric LaRocca

Due to the fact that I have already left my thoughts about this book on my blog I’m going to keep this short. This was my first 5 star read of 2024 and one that I would read again in a second.

I am obsessed with the formatting that LaRocca uses and I finished this book within 12 hours from starting it(this only being due to the fact that I was asleep for 10 of those hours). If you would like to go back and read my partial review please go ahead though note there are spoilers within!

This story follows a serial killer and his works including a short story, a series of poems, his personal journal, as well as transcriptions of audio recordings. We come to understand the inner workings of this man’s mind, how he views his relationships, his motive to kill, as well as his drive to write.

Come Closer- Sara Gran

Come Closer follows a woman as she navigates her own possession and tries to cope in a series of countless ways. We see her relationships shift, even the one she has with herself, as she explores a part of herself she’s had buried for a very long time.

There isn’t much good I can say about this book. I finished it in full and am glad that the authors writing style is good or I couldn’t have been able to sit through this. I was extremely into this from the beginning and only lost interest close to the end when I saw the direction that the author was taking this.

It almost felt like a pointless read. I didn’t feel good or bad after reading it more so just felt like I wasted two hours I could’ve spent on something else. The rating I ended up giving it was a 1.5/5 stars.

If you’re extremely into literature focused around possession and demons you’ll find this very interesting it just wasn’t a book that stuck for me.

Spider-Gwen, Volume 0: Most Wanted- Robbi Rodriquez

3.75/5 stars. It was a comic book related to the spiderverse. I enjoyed it. Not much else to say.

And Then I Woke Up- Malcolm Devlin

The exploration of the impact that the media has on our minds is impactful, but I wish the twist wasn’t given away within the first chapter of the book. I feel like the impact would’ve been larger.

This book would be a very good intro to the effects that media can have on the mind. If certain language wasn’t as vulgar the ideal audience for this would be middle schoolers/young high schoolers.

Without giving much away we follow our main character deal with the fallout of an apocalypse. He builds relationships with other survivors through a first person perspective as he relays his story to the audience. An interesting take on the unreliable narrator. 3.5/5 was my rating.

My Year of Rest and Relaxation- Ottessa Moshfegh

The first thing that comes to mind is the unbelievable, seemingly forced resolution that was at the end of this book. I never had this book on my To Be Read List, but when I was it for 25¢ at the thrift store I figured I would pick it up and give it a read.

It was fine. Moshfegh is skilled at writing unlikable characters while still giving you a sense of sympathy for them even when they can’t feel it for themselves. I can’t say much about how I felt without giving the entire story away, but I understand how this book has gained so much popularity. Another read that left me feeling disappointed that I would ever listen to the suggestions of booktok.

July To Be Read List(some of these I’ve already finished but I’m throwing it in anyways)

The Goldfinch-Donna Tartt

Mysterious Skin- Scott Heim

The October Country- Ray Bradbury

Dreamseller- Brandon Novak

A Certain Hunger- Chelsea G. Summers

Factotum- Charles Bukowski

Below is my StoryGraph! Feel free to follow along with my journey!

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Arnav Akula

1. Name, Year, Major & Hometown

My name is Arnav Akula and I’m a first year Computer Science major. I am originally from Burlingame, CA.

2. What are you most proud of? 

I am most proud of my work ethic as I feel like I can balance things in my life pretty well and not get overwhelmed.

3. If you could choose a Sanrio character as a pet, which one would it be and why?

My favorite character would probably be Hello Kitty. I know it’s basic but Hello Kitty is cool and the only character I know. :0

4. What is the biggest green flag in someone? 

My biggest green flag is when people are easy to talk to, because I feel like I can easily become friends with them.

5. What’s your biggest ick? 

One of my biggest icks (probably not the biggest, but up there) is when people are obnoxiously bad with names. I don’t know why but it frustrates me when people take forever to learn names.

6. If you were Kirby, who/what would you swallow and become? 

If I could swallow anyone and become them I would probably swallow Brock from Pokemon just because I feel like he has a lot of unspoken rizz.

7. What’s the most embarrassing moment in your life? 

One of the most embarrassing moments in my life was when I was talking to this one girl and when she mentioned she had a sister, I got nervous and instead of asking the girl how old her sister was, I asked her how long they had been sisters. I haven’t talked to her since…

8. When’s the last time you cried? 

I don’t really remember the last time I bawled but I did cry a little when one of my closest family friends ended up moving to Nepal last summer.

9. What’s your most used emoji? 

My most used emoji is the 😎emoji because I think he is really cool :D. I wish I was the guy in this emoji.

10. What do you value in friendship and tell me about your best friend? 

One of the biggest traits I value in my friends is that they are all easy to talk to. This made it easy to originally get to know them and it makes it easier for people to join our friend group and feel included. I want time spent with my friends to overall be relaxing and help ease my stress from other factors of my life. Another trait that I value in friendship is that they put effort into our relationship. I feel like I put effort into spending time with the people that are closest to me, so I would want my friends to reciprocate. Another important trait that I value in a friendship is being honest and down-to-earth with each other. Something that immediately discourages me from being friends with someone is them being arrogant or obnoxious. One of my best friends (that I have been friends with since elementary school) is not very similar to me in terms of our personality and interests, but we still get along super well because we share these traits. Although we go to different colleges now, we used to put in effort to hang out with each other, and we would always do dumb, spontaneous things together back in high school. For example, one random school night, we were at school late for a club meeting. We decided to walk all the way to the closest In-N-Out, which was a few miles away. Although the walk there and back ended up taking a few hours, it passed by quickly because we got to know each other even better than we did already. We are still very close even though we can’t spend as much time together.

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# ON CAM ! — eren jaeger

ꕤ SYNOPSIS — you and your boyfriend discover voyeurism.

— • content warning - voyeurism, f!reader, dom! eren, sub! reader, praise & degrading mixture, reader finds out that she’s a squirter :0, eren and u have matching tats, slight choking, a little bit of tongue fucking & fingering, oral, missionary, breeding, mating press, use of pet names such as ꒰ baby, slut, princess ꒱ aftercare.

— • notes — bruh. i feel like this is SUPER long and i apologize for that but my mind just kept running. i hope u all enjoyyy!! reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated <33

“wait—so you wanna’ film us fucking?”

the emerald-eyed boy looked down at you with a quirked brow as you showed him a rather inappropriate video on your phone. you couldn’t quite read your boyfriend’s face. he looked confused— yet intrigued and by the looks of his pants, maybe even a little turned on.

“well, yes. but we most definitely don’t have to if you don’t want to. i don’t know— i just thought maybe it’d be kinda fun or something.“ you ramble, worried of what your boyfriend might be thinking of you. in all honesty, you didn’t really think eren would be into this — eren liked what he liked and your weren’t exactly sure that this was his sort of ordeal.

“what, you wanna’ be my lil’ pornstar or something?”

you giggle, the title going through your ear and down to your panties. eren placed a small kiss on your forehead before disappearing into your bedroom. curious, you trail behind him like a lost puppy. no little after your new found discovery, your boyfriend could be seen setting up his phone on the dresser at angle to where the mattress was in perfect view.

“what’re you doing ren’?” you inquire, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“you wanted to make a movie right? let’s make one.”

to say you weren’t nervous would be a lie. yes, this was your idea, but you didn’t actually think he’d do it — nor even consider it, but eren always seemed to prove you wrong.

“c’mon, don’t chicken out on me now, pretty.”

“i’m not!” you fight, folding your arms, “just didn’t think you’d actually wanna’ do this with me.”

the led lights stripped across your wall shined a light pink color as eren inched his way over to you. you could feel the callouses on his hands as he moved them from your shoulders to your cheeks, cupping them in his hands before whispering, “let’s put on a show,” onto your plump lips.

you gave into the kiss, and how could you not? it was impossible not to when his hands were now gripping and mounding at the flesh of your ass, the shorts that covered your bottom doing no justice. he had you damp from just a few simple kisses because when eren kissed, he kissed passionately, groaning and moaning into your mouth as your tongues danced in sync. his sounds only made your insides churn.

“get on the bed, baby— wanna’ taste you.”

you followed his orders without hesitation, laying your back against the cool silk bedspread and spreading your legs as wide as you could. without warning, a harsh slap to your thigh causes your head to lift, your eyes squinting over at eren who had a stern look on his face.

“flip over and arch your back. you know how i like to eat it.”

you quickly did as you were told, turning onto your tummy and perking your ass up high in the air for his appeal. he stared in awe as your cheeks jiggled from your adjustment. no matter how many times he’s seen it, he’ll never get over your ass — the way it ripples when he fucked you from behind. or the stretch marks that you’ve gotten over time. or maybe it was the matching tattoo of his small initials on your right cheek— yours being on his v-line.

yeah, that last one was definitely his most favorite.

“ren’ please do something— i need you,” you whine, inching your ass back in hopes to tempt him enough to get started already. you hated when he did this— teasing you. he knew how badly you ached for his touch, but you were just so cute begging for him like this.

“relax,” he grunts, lowering his body down to be leveled with your dripping cunt. you could feel his small breaths against your core, sending a chill down your spine. finally, after what felt like forever, eren’s rough hands gripped your cheeks, spreading them apart to get a clear view of your gushing opening.

“pussy’s so fuckin’ pretty,” he says, voice being muffled as he digs in. his tongue lapped at your folds before he entered it in and out of your hole, the cold metal of his tongue piercing causing you to flinch at the feeling. he smiles into your pussy as he ate at you like you were his final meal, your moans and whimpers encouraging his performance.

“oooo—fuck! eren, yes—you’re so good at that, baby.”

he must’ve liked your praise, because as soon as the words fell from your lips, eren’s tongue seemed to pick up speed. you began to move and grind your cunt onto him, fucking his face as your ass cheeks smothered him. for a brief moment, eren didn’t move his mouth an inch, allowing you to fuck yourself as you pleased — using his tongue as your toy.

“aah. ren’ oh my— shit! m’ cumming. m’ cumming.” you yelp, earning a long groan from eren that sent vibrations to your core— only making your orgasm approach quicker. something felt different about this feeling. you had a sudden urge to pee rather than cum and in fear, you begin to run away from your climax.

but eren wasn’t having that. not one bit.

his long arms extended outward, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back before sticking his middle and index finger deep into you, “wait— wait, wait, wait. i don’t know ren’— i feel like i’m gonna—“

“what? gonna’ make a mess?” he taunts.

“ren’ please.”

“it’s okay, baby. ill clean it up. i’ll clean it all up. go ahead, make a mess for me.” he continued to encourage you all while using his free hand to push down on your belly, making your orgasm come at a meaner, faster pace than usual as you stared at him with pleading eyes. you watched as he mouthed the words ‘cum for me’ and as if it were on cue, your pussy clamped around his fingers.

“yes, yesss. good girl,” he purrs, jolting his hand in and out of you until you could only see white spots around the room. once you gathered some sort of consciousness back, you looked down between your legs, eren slowly removing his fingers from your hole with a mixture of your juices and his salvia all over them.

“damn, i didn’t know you could do that,” he laughs.

“neither did i.”

you smiled and opened your mouth without him having to ask, your way of asking him to taste yourself. without another thought, eren stuck his soaked fingers inside of your mouth as your lips closed around them.

“mmh,” you moan.

“you taste good, huh?”

you nod, “think you can make me do that again? it felt s-so good ren’.”

“you don’t even have to ask. ima’ do that anyway,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss at your neck as he positioned himself above you. there wasn’t a single moment of clarity before he had you spread for him again— your legs on either side of your head as he gripped at your breasts. as eager as he was to finally feel you, he needed a moment to bask in all of your glory.

you were so beautiful like this — spread and open for him and only him to see. every time the two of you fucked, the only thing he could think about was how lucky he was to have you. it was more than just the amazing sex — it was like a sense of euphoria that couldn’t be achieved with anyone else but his pretty girl.

“eren, i need you, baby. please— fuck me.”

at first, eren had an intention of teasing you the whole night, but that idea quickly faded the moment he entered his cock into the warmth of your pussy. he stroked slowly, in and out at a gentle pace to get you use to the feeling of him splitting you open.

“ah— shit. you’re so tight. every fuckin’ time,” he grunts. everything around him seemed to be drowned out by your whimpers and whines. by now his strokes had picked up. the gold anklet on your foot hung by his ear as he pounded into you, his tip kissing at your plushy cervix.

it was a mix of pleasure and pain. the feeling of your pussy being filled to the brim with his length. he’d never fucked you like this before — like he needed you. just when you thought you couldn’t possibly fall more in love with him, he quickly debunked that theory.

“god— look at the way you’re squeezing me. you’re unbelievable. you like being fucked on camera, huh? give em’ a smile, slut.” he teases, his upper lip turning into a grin as he moved his hands to squeeze at your neck— your mouth producing strained moans from the back of your throat.

“eren, m-more please. i need you deeper. i wanna’ feel it here,” you say, hand moving down toward the pudge of your stomach. before you could say another word, eren pulled completely out of you. you groan from the empty void that was once stuffed full of him.

“nnngh— put it back. s-stop ren’.”

he chuckles at you, slapping his tip all over your clit before pushing your thighs all the way back onto your chest. now, he was directly on top of you, the weight of his body keeping you against the mattress. by the look on his face, he was determined and you knew this position all too well.

mating press. he was fucking you in a mating press.

this was a bit shocking. usually eren avoided this position, claiming that ‘it made him bust too quick’. but with the way you were sucking him in, he wanted nothing more than to paint your fluttering walls white.

“gonna’ take this dick for me right?” he asks, rubbing his tip against your cunt. you wrapped your arms around your knees to keep them against you as you nodded, eyebrows furrowed and lips formed into a cute little pout. eren’s cock twitched as he grabbed ahold of it in his hand, guiding himself in inch by inch until you were completely full.

“oh my fucking god— eren, shit! you exclaim, your moans were almost as loud as the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. his pace was slow, hard, but slow — just how you liked it. the feeling of his veiny cock sliding in and out of you was a feeling you’d never grow tired of.

“this what you wanted? hm, princess? who knew you w-were such a slut?” he asks, voice a bit shaky. you knew he was trying his hardest not to completely fall apart and he looked so good like this — sweat glistening on his skin, his man bun falling apart at the seams and small whimpers escaping his lips that he hoped you didn’t hear — so pretty. so yours.

“you feel so good around me. pussy’s a fuckin’ dream, y/n. i could stay here forever, baby,” he shakes in head in disbelief, eyes traveling down to look at the heaven between your legs. cream formed around the base of his dick and even then— he could feel you getting ready to coat it again.

“r-right there, eren. please, please, don’t stop.”

he hit the same spot over and over again while whispering a breathy, ‘right here?’ that’s when your eyes batted shut, the volcano in your tummy about to erupt— and eren felt it too, both of your orgasms approaching at the same time.

“shit baby, m’ gonna cum. can i cum in you? hm? make you my lil’ cum slut?” he grunts, pieces of his hair falling to to the front of his forehead, the built up sweat making it stick.

“yes! yes, yes, yes. i’m yours, please! fuck— cum in me eren. i wan’ it.”

with a few more thrusts, eren was there and so were you. his strokes became disorganized and his groans gradually got louder as he buried his head into your neck.

“m’ cumming’ y/n— fuck! baby, aah.”

the creamy sound of your cunt milking his cock was the only thing eren heard before he spilled into you. every grunt, moan and whimper filled your ears as you let your head fall back onto the pillow below you, eren still rocking into you to finish you both off. at this point you were too overstimulated to speak a word— your silence concerning him a bit as he came down from his his high, breathing hard while slipping out of you gently.

“was everything okay? i didn’t hurt you did i?” he asks, a look of worry plastered on his handsome face as he rises from the bed to grab his phone, pressing the red ‘end’ button on the screen.

oh right, you were recording.

“you were perfect ren’, like always,” you assure, your eyes slowly closing as you attempt to recover from the last few minutes. you could feel a small kiss on your cheek and a tap on your thigh before hearing the faint sound of your bath tub running. you could’ve sworn you’d fallen asleep until you felt the warmth of wash cloth being rubbed up and down your skin — eren wiping away the mess between your thighs.

“guess we gotta’ try something new more often?” he jokes.

you laugh and peck your boyfriends lips, “i guess we do.”

with that being said, you let your boyfriend scoop you into his arms, finishing the night off by carrying you bridal style to your awaited bath.

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