#i’ve been working out again and i want to do something strength focused

[seventhheaven1927]

signed up for a climbing lesson next month !

[howlingscarlet]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

ㅤ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Bucky Barnes x reader

ㅤ♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky gets a little carried away during a scene.

ㅤ♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: smut, penetrative sex (readers anatomy not explicitly stated), rough sex, dom/sub dynamics (dom!bucky and sub!reader), safe word/signal used, un-negotiated choking, angst (hurt/comfort), slight sub drop and slight dom drop, Bucky carries reader (super solider strength), doll/sweetheart used for reader, aftercare

ㅤ♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,598

a/n: this is my first marvel fic I’ve ever finished :) I’ve been writing for another fandom on another account for almost a year now and was so focused on my wips for that one that I put all my marvel stuff on the back burner but a week ago I was suddenly struck with the motivation to finish this one! I hope you enjoy <3

Bucky needed to have control. You knew this, and welcomed it. After decades of being stripped of his agency and made to be a mindless follower he looked for that sense of authority over his own actions.

He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. He made it clear that you were still calling the shots at the end of the day. He enjoyed the feeling of power that your pliancy provided, but it was your trust that mattered the most to him. He wanted to know that you trusted him to not really hurt you. That you didn’t see him as the monster everyone else saw.

You were more than willing to let him have that control, especially with how much consideration Bucky put into making you comfortable. It was a new dynamic to you, having never been one to explore the world of domination before. So you took it slow. Establishing boundaries, discussing scenes thoroughly, and establishing a safe word system for the both of you.

You found the stop light system worked best. Red to stop, yellow to slow down or check in, and green to go. There was even a system if you couldn’t speak. Three taps to stop, two to slow down, and one to go. And if for whatever reason you weren’t able to do either of those, Bucky was allowed to use your safe word to ensure your safety.

There were rules. Strict ones you and him were expected to abide by.

Despite all these safety precautions you never once had to use them, Bucky was always careful.

But sometimes, people make mistakes.

His burly body hovered above yours as his hips pounded into you at a steady pace. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing harshly at your soft flesh. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate his large body, thighs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the precipice. Your hands clutched at the sheets and sweat dripped down your bare chest, your eyes pressed shut as the pleasure overwhelmed you. You could feel it in every nerve of your body. Every small noise and softly spoken curse that left your mouth only served as more encouragement to him.

Bucky never talked much during sex. The more he got lost in the pleasure, the less he was likely to speak. But he wasn’t silent. You could hear every groan and moan resonating through his chest and occasionally hear his whispered praises.

So good for me.

So proud of you.

But something about tonight felt different. He had just come home from a rough mission. You could feel the anger steaming out of him as soon as he stepped through the door of your shared apartment. He needed a release, which you were more than happy to give him. Even when he warned you that he had no intentions of being gentle tonight you still obliged excitedly. Having not seen him for a few weeks you wanted nothing more than to just be his for a while.

He was not overstating himself when he said he would not be gentle tonight. Everything about him was rough. His touch, the strokes of his hips, his mouth on your skin. He took you like a depraved animal, and you welcomed it.

As he repeatedly hit that soft spot inside of you that made your nerves spark with electricity you felt his metal hand creeping up your stomach. The coldness of it contrasted against your hot skin making you shiver. Soon, it found its way around your neck and squeezed.

This was not normal. While Bucky had put his hand around your throat before, it was never the metal one and he certainly had never squeezed it so hard. He never choked you.

You found it hard to breathe, your eyes filling with tears. Your eyes popped open as you looked at Bucky panicked, hoping your gaze would get his attention. But his eyes were closed in lust. You couldn’t speak so you tapped his arm three times.

Stop.

He opened his eyes to see your scared expression and immediately stopped, pulling away from you completely and crawling to the other end of the bed from you.

You sat up, coughing as the air finally returned to your lungs. Bucky could only stare at you, chest heaving as eyes wide as he realized what he’d done.

He hurt you.

He hurt you.

He could have killed you.

When you finally looked at your boyfriend you saw how terrified he looked and how tears had begun to settle at his waterline.

“Bucky—“ you started to say.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Come here, please,” you reached your arms out to him but he only recoiled more. It felt like a stab to your heart, like he was rejecting you. For a moment you wondered if you should have safeworded. Did you disappoint him? Was he mad at you?

“I’m sorry,” he just kept repeating as the tears finally sprung free. You crawled over to him and he flinched as you did. You didn’t touch him, you weren’t sure if he was ready for that yet. But you really wanted him to touch you. Bucky however couldn’t take his eyes off your neck. Red marks were already starting to form and he felt the bile rise up in his throat at the sight of them.

“Bucky please,” you sniffled as your tears started to fall. “I’m sorry I stopped I—“

His head snapped up to look at you, brows furrowed in confusion before it hit him. You didn’t need space right now, you needed him.

He shushed you, pulling you into his arms as he gently held you in his arms and let you cry. “You did so good,” he tried to reassure you. “I’m sorry I went too far. You did nothing wrong, doll. You were so good, I’m so proud of you,” he kissed the top of your head. It settled you a little.

“Why didn’t you ask?” You questioned as you hugged your arms tightly around him.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’ll never do that again. I promise.”

“Are you mad I made you stop?”

“No, no baby no,” he shook his head fervently. “I’m mad at myself for hurting you. Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you replied quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Bucky placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. It made him sick to know that he did something you didn’t want. He could feel his heart start to splinter. Your trust was the most important thing in the world to him. He already thought he didn’t deserve you and now he was sure of it.

You recognized that look in his face, the look that said I’m a monster.

“I love you Bucky,” you said softly, kissing him tenderly. “You made a mistake but I forgive, because I love you.”

Bucky swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat, nodding slowly.

“Can we take a bath?” You suggested.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “That sounds good.”

He carefully lifted you from the bed using his unnatural strength, carrying you to the bathroom with your head resting on his shoulder. Setting you on the closed toilet you started the bath, letting it fill and warm up. He kneeled down in front of you, hands gently resting on your thighs. You could see the far off look in his eyes, lost in his own self destructive thoughts.

“Hey,” you cooed gently, pushing his hair behind his ears. “Where’d you go? Stay with me.”

He nodded, kissing at your knee before putting his hand in the rub to test the temperature and adjusting it to be perfect for the both of you. You both sat there in silence as you waited for the tub to fill, his head in your lap as you stroked his hair tenderly. Once it was filled he helped you in, giving you his arms to balance on your shaky legs. He slid in after you, sitting between your legs and leaning back into you. You kissed him behind his ear, grinning when he shivered at your touch.

“I still enjoyed it,” you rubbed up and down his arms. “Before I safeworded it was good. You made me feel so good.”

“Did I scare you?” He whispered, afraid of the answer.

“A little,” you answered honestly. “But you stopped when I told you to.”

He nodded, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing at your knuckles. “It won’t happen again, I promise.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I think we should take a break from the harder stuff. Just for a little bit.”

You picked up your head at that, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he turned his head slightly to try and look at you although it was difficult in the position you were in. “I want you to be safe. If I can’t trust myself to keep you safe then…I think we should just stick to the basics. Just you and me.”

“Okay,” you kissed his cheek and he leaned back into you, soaking in your love and affection.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear.

He smiled for the first time that night, “I love you too sweetheart.”

After your bath and your discussion you and Bucky both felt better about the situation and that night you fell asleep in each other's arms, only with the gentlest touches and whispered affections.

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[thegirlamongthestars]

what would you do? - c. alcaraz

author's note: it is not my first time writing smut but it's been a long time since I've done it. So sorry for any mistakes or bad wording.

summary: Carlos faces his female nemesis, who happens to be a WTA player, in a brutally honest and steamy training session

wc: 2,7k

warnings: +18 content, smut, fingering, protected sex (play safe! put it on!), riding, filthy as fuck

Roland Garros 2023

It all began with a seemingly routine press conference, and honestly, I thought nothing of it. I was still riding the high from my last match, feeling confident and ready. Adriana was next up, and I’d heard she was having a stellar tournament so far. So when she walked into the room, I was just another player waiting for my turn at the podium.

The press conference kicked off, and the questions were flying fast. Adriana started speaking about her training regimen, the hard work she’d put in. Then, I remember that time we shared space at the gym for a strength routine. I couldn’t keep my thoughts out about how she looked that day. Her concentration making her look exquisite and the way the sweat was shining on every inch of her soft-looking skin. Due to the memories and quite out of nowhere, I made a strange noise—like a half-chuckle, half-clearing-my-throat kind of sound. It wasn’t intentional but it came out as a reaction to my memories of her and as an attempt to calm myself. The image had been stuck in my mind, and I guess it just slipped out.

But what I hadn’t realized was how it came across. Adriana’s head snapped toward me, her eyes flashing with irritation. The room went quiet, all eyes on us. I felt the heat rise in my face. I hadn’t meant to insult her, not in the slightest. It was just a stupid, misplaced reaction.

The media seized on it, turning it into a headline: Carlos Alcaraz mocks Adriana’s training. Suddenly, a harmless moment was spun into a full-blown feud. Adriana began avoiding me, keeping her distance, and every interaction felt charged with tension. What had been a simple comment turned into something far more complicated, and no matter how many times I tried to smooth things over, it only seemed to make matters worse.

I couldn’t figure out why it bothered me so much. It wasn’t just the rivalry—it was the fact that something so small had escalated into this ongoing, uncomfortable dynamic.

Roland Garros 2024

Here I was again, one year later. The grounds were buzzing with the usual excitement. My game was sharp, my confidence high, but today felt about more than just a practice. When I saw Adriana around the venue, I quickly made up my mind about confronting her. We really needed to sort out the ridiculous misunderstanding that led us to this “enemies” dynamic. I hated having that type of reaction on her. I really hated it, well except when she pierced me with those fierce green eyes. At those times, I couldn’t help but feel like a teenager with crazy hormones.

I arrived at the court for the private training session, and she was already there. Doing some rallies with her coach. Her hair, surprisingly, was down displaying her light brown strands. It looked so soft it made want to grab it.

Five seconds on her presence and I was already this worked up, I really needed to start focusing.

I called my team over, keeping my voice low so she wouldn’t hear. “You guys head out. I’ve got this.”

They looked at me, confused, but didn’t argue. They knew better. One by one, they packed up and left, leaving me alone on the court. I watched her as they disappeared, and just like I expected, she glanced over.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly what was happening.

To my surprise, she didn’t hesitate. With a quick head movement to her own team, she motioned for them to leave as well. They looked just as confused as mine had, but they didn’t ask questions. When they were gone, it was just the two of us.

The tension and the heat travelling through my body was immediate.

She picked up her racket, gave me a smirk, and walked to the baseline of my court. “So, what’s this about, Carlitos? Are you here to teach how to train properly?”

Her tone was playful, but I could feel the heat behind it. We weren’t kids anymore. Whatever had been brewing between us back then? It wasn’t going away. If anything, it was stronger now. More dangerous.

I shrugged, coming with an answer to match her question. “I’m sure I could teach you a few things”

The court suddenly felt much larger with just the two of us. The quiet settled around us, and I could feel my pulse pick up. It was like the air between us shifted. Heavier.

We kept rallying, the sound of the ball filling the silence, but it was different now. Every glance, every movement, had weight to it. I could see the way her breath quickened after each shot, the way she’d pause just a second longer before serving, as if she was aware of me watching her every move.

And damn it, I was.

Her ball, that I could have easily returned, turned into a point on her favor. She noticed that I was distracted and by the look she gave me, I knew she knew my reasons.

She stepped closer to the net after her shot, and I did the same, barely noticing how the ball stopped bouncing, the match forgotten. We were both breathing heavier now, but it wasn’t from the workout. I could feel her presence, feel the heat rolling off her, and suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about tennis at all.

“Distracted?” she put her hands on the hem of the net, getting closer to me and leaving her cleavage straight to my eyesight.

I was trying very hard to control the impulse of throwing myself all over her so I just shared the truth “Pretty much”.

“What if we play a game?” the mischief in her eyes sent a shiver down my spine.

This girl was dangerous. But this was the danger I liked. So if she was going to be shameless, then this was a game for two. I nodded and she began to explain.

“We are going to start a rally and at every point you win, you get to ask me a question; and vice versa”

“Okay, nic-“ she cut me off.

“But if you don’t want to answer to the question you have to take off a piece of clothing” her gaze expectant to my reaction. “Not the shoes, though. I don’t want you to break and ankle”

I started walking backwards, with my arms spreading, inciting her. “Bring it on, Adriana”

The first serve flew across the net, sharp and fast, landing just inside the baseline. Adriana’s return was quick and powerful. I sent a strong forehand cross-court, watching her sprint to catch it. She was good. Too good. But there was a flicker in her movements, the smallest hesitation when I moved up to the net, her eyes locking on mine for just a second too long. That was all I needed.

She missed the ball, and it sailed past her, bouncing off the back fence.

“One down,” I said, my voice low but teasing. “Do you really hate me?”

She laughed and lifted her t-shirt to dry her forehead, leaving her belly on display “No”

“Then why d-“ she left my words hanging again.

“Ah-ah, that’s not how it works Alcaraz” her head moving side to side cheekily. “Be brighter next time”

The next point was fast, both of us hitting with more force than necessary, trying to keep the upper hand. But this time, I lost focus, my mind more on her than on the game. She took advantage of it, hitting a perfect shot down the line that I couldn’t reach in time.

Her turn.

“Have you ever taken some of your personal time to watch a game of mine?”

She knew what she was doing. She already knew the physical effect she had in me and now she was trying to find out if I kept her on my mind.

She walked to the net, stopping just inches from me. “Well? What’s it going to be? Are you going to answer the question or…?”

I gave me her a slow, deliberate look, then—without a word—reached for the bottom of my shirt and tugged it over my head. My well-formed abdominals instantly showing and tan looking better under the sun rays. I saw how her breath caught for a second.

“That’s enough for you?” I asked, my voice smooth.

She swallowed, trying to keep her cool. “For now.”

I lost the next point, a backhand going wide.

I saw her leaving her racket on the bench and the way her hips swung while walking towards the net, had me hypnotized. She moved her finger on a “come here” motion and I did.

 “Are you brave enough to take off my t-shirt?”

This woman was going to be the end of me. At this point, I was not taking care of controlling my hormones and that was starting to note under my pants. I didn’t know how I would react the moment my fingers touched her skin, but my desire made me get closer to her immediately.

Her gaze was on mine all the time and at the moment I traced her waist with my fingertips, she bit her lower lip. I couldn’t help but release a lust filled pant. I raised the fabric until it was resting on top of her breasts, and I let my hands there for a moment, holding the sides of her rib cage. I looked down and it was undoubtedly the worst idea I’ve had in my life. Ironic, considering that I was having the greatest sight I’ve ever seen.

At that moment, something snapped in my head and all I could think was “fuck it”.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

“That’s not fair” she put her hands at the nape of my hair, leaving us mere inches apart “It’s not your turn”

I could sense that she was saying that just to control herself so when I saw her licking her lips, I didn’t think about it twice. I leaned in; one arm on the net, the other enclosing her waist, pulling her even closer.

The moment our lips met, electricity shot through me, white-hot and consuming. Her lips were soft, but the kiss was anything but gentle. It was fierce, hungry—like we’d been holding this in for far too long.

Her hands found their way to my chest, nails scratching my pectorals. I couldn’t help but press my bulge to her hips and she left a moan on my mouth. I could feel her heat more than ever. The taste of her, the way her tongue moved against mine—it was intoxicating, better than I’d ever imagined.

And I had imagined it. More times than I cared to admit.

I needed more—more of her. The net between us was the only thing keeping us apart so with one swift motion, I gripped her firmly, lifting her off the ground without breaking the kiss.

Her body reacted immediately. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling herself tighter against me, her arms circling around my neck. At this position, she could feel me directly on her core so she didn’t wait much until she started grinding against me.

While we were still kissing, I started to walk us to one of the facilities built, for leaving our personal belongings, right next to the courts. During the way, Adriana moved her lips from my mouth to my neck and I almost tripped with my own feet. Her tongue followed her lips and she soon started giving small bites until she reached my ear lobe.

“You’re aggravating” she whispered looking into my eyes when we sat on the bench where I left my stuff.

“And why is that, honey?” now I was the one taking good care of her neck. I found a sweet spot of hers right under her chin and I had her moaning again.

“That day when you laughed at me” she was barely able to form sentences right now. “Y-you…”

“I didn’t laugh at you” my hand started trailing down her belly until it was placed on the hem of her skirt, my fingers surpassing the elastic but stopping there. “Do you wanna know what actually happened?”

“Y-yes but don’t stop”

Her neediness steered the fire within me even more and I complied her wishes. I kept my trail down, until I reached her wetness. I bit her jaw in response of knowing how much she desired me. With my fingers coated in her, I went up again and once I found her clit I started tortuously slow strokes over it.

“When you started talking about your gym routine all I could think about was how good your butt looked on those leggings you were wearing the time we trained together” I kept my ministrations, but I slowly entered her with two of my fingers turning her into a moaning mess. “About how badly I wanted to fuck you right there and then”

Her only response was arching her back leaving her breasts right at the height of my mouth. I started to give sloppy kisses and bites to the flesh that was sticking out the sport bra. The sounds she was making were sending me to another dimension and my dick was throbbing so hard that I was afraid she could feel it.

“I want you to fuck me here and now” she paraphrased my previous words.

I could feel my heart racing in my throat, my voice hoarse and needy “At your commands, reina”

With our lips and tongues having a full battle into a kiss, I reached my backpack. Right now, I was thanking that friend of mine that told me to always carry a condom on my wallet. When she saw what I had in hand she took it. Now she was the one slipping her hand through the waistband of his pants. When she palmed me over my underwear, I had to focus hardly on not cuming. She freed me and despite I was hard as a rock she gave me two strokes before putting on the condom.

“I knew you were big” she shamelessly said before licking my lower and upper lip. “Those white shorts are quite revealing”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I pushed the skirt and panties aside. She noticed I was on the edge, so she grabbed me and introduced it in herself. When she sat down completely, we both let out a satisfied grunt. Immediately, we reach for each other’s lips. There was something wild about the kiss we were having and we both felt it. The way we were sucking and biting each other's lips relentlessly and the way she was moving above me. Our skin rubbing together hard and the sound of us colliding making us both moan uncontrollably.

I then grabbed her tightly by the flesh of her hips, the movements double in speed and when my member reached the exact point inside her, I could see how her eyes rolling back. The pitiful sound out of her lips confirmed it to me and I started hitting the spot relentlessly. My stamina allowing me to increase the rhythm and depth even more, making us lose our minds.

“Touch yourself” I commanded her, and her dutifulness drove me dangerously near to the orgasm.

After a few more minutes of giving everything in us to please the other, we combusted into each other’s bodies trying to extend as much as possible the pleasure wave we were in. When our breathing pace slowed down, I grabbed her chin to make her look into my eyes and then we melted into a soft and delicate kiss.

“So, we can call it a truce?” I teased her when she snuggled up against my chest and I managed to get the sweetest laugh out of her lips.  

“Don't tempt fate, Carlitos”    

[10diamondz]

Interrupted things

Summary: You and childe finally got an alone time after Childe came home home from an exhausting work. Just when you two get all intimate, your little one wants to show his work!

The gentle sound of rain hitting the window filled your comfortable home.

The evening had settled into a comfortable quiet, and for once, it was just you and Childe. No Fatui business, no battles—just a sweet moment where the two of you could get an alone time.

Childe leaned back on the bed, his signature grin playing on his lips as he glanced at you. There was always that spark in his eyes, the one that told you he was up to something, even when he wasn’t saying a word. He reached out, fingers grazing your wrist before sliding up your arm, his touch light, teasing. “Y’know, y/n,” he murmured, voice low and smooth, “I think we’ve earned a little time for ourselves. Don’t you agree?” You smiled, feeling your heart race just a bit faster. Childe always had a way of making things feel... electric. You nodded, leaning into him slightly, your fingers tracing over his chest. "I do," you whispered back, the tension between you building as your bodies drew closer.

His grin widened as he closed the distance, pressing his forehead against yours. "Good," he whispered, voice dropping to that rough, almost dangerous tone he used when he was fully focused on something—or someone. His lips brushed against yours, just a hint of a kiss, before pulling back. “Because I’ve been waiting for this.”You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks as your hand rested on the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

His lips met yours again, this time deeper, more intense. His hand slid down your back, pulling you against him with a strength that was both gentle and commanding.

Just when things were about to go further, the door burst open with a loud thud. “Mom! Dad! Look what I drew!” Both of you froze.

Childe’s lips were still barely an inch from yours when his eyes shot open, the tension evaporating in an instant. He blinked, then slowly turned his head to the doorway, where your child stood holding up a crayon drawing, oblivious to the situation they had just barged into.

There was a pause—a beat of silence—before Childe pulled away from you with a dramatic sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Ah, timing. Perfect as always.” His voice was laced with both amusement and frustration.

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, quickly sitting up and straightening your clothes, while your little one bounced over to the bed, completely unaware of what they had interrupted.

“Look! I made a drawing of a monster, but the hero beats it!” Your child held the paper out to Childe with all the pride in the world.

Childe chuckled, his usual confidence returning as he sat up and took the drawing. “Well, well, let me see this masterpiece.” He leaned in, inspecting the paper with exaggerated interest.

“Now this is what I like to see—a hero that takes down the monster with style. Just like your old man, huh?” Your child giggled, climbing onto the bed between you both. “Yeah! Like you, Dad!” Childe smirked, ruffling their hair. “That’s right. Takes a lot of practice, though. Maybe when you’re older, I’ll show you a few moves.” He glanced at you, his tone teasing, but there was that soft glint of affection in his eyes.

You smiled, watching the two of them together. Moments like these made your heart swell—despite Childe’s reputation as a fierce warrior, he was always so tender with your child. The earlier tension was forgotten, replaced by the warmth of your little family.

Still, when your child ran off to show their drawing to one of their toys, Childe leaned back on his elbows and shot you a look—one full of mischievous intent. "Guess we’re going to have to be a little quicker next time, huh?" His tone was light, but there was that edge of playfulness, like he was already planning the next time you’d have a moment alone.

You raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. "Or we could just lock the door next time, Ajax. "Childe let out a soft chuckle, his eyes narrowing with a glint of mischief. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides,” he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, “you know I like a challenge.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face. “You and your battles…”He shrugged with a smirk, clearly pleased with himself.

“Hey, it’s what I’m good at. But don’t worry, snookums,” his voice dropped lower, “this one’s not over yet.” Before you could respond, your child’s voice rang out from the next room. “Mom! Dad! Can you help me find more paper?” Childe groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the bed. “Well, looks like we’ve been called to another mission.” You laughed, resting your head on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

[tuliptic]

SLUMP: How Do I Get Out Of Here

Too many times we’ve fallen into slumps and have had trouble picking ourselves up again. This reading serves to be a guidance on how we can be kind to ourselves, how we can get ourselves out from this pit of darkness and walk towards where we belong.

Close your eyes, meditate on this topic and ask yourself the question: Where are you, how are you gonna get out of here? Breathe in and out, make sure your mind and heart is calm. Then, open your eyes to see which pile talks to you the most/draws you in the most. Once you’ve found your pile, scroll down to the respective parts to see what are the messages for you.

Pile 1 - Pile 2

Pile 3 - Pile 4

Disclaimer: This is solely for my entertainment purposes. Take only whatever you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it. Also, I do not consent to my work or images being used by third parties on this platform or other websites as well.

Decks used: Crossing Star Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Luna Cat Tarot Deck (Major Arcana), Linestrider Tarot Deck, Sweet Dreams Oracle Deck, Starcodes Astro Oracle Deck.

Pile 1 - Trickle

A card to symbolise you: The Hermit, The Moon

Aite it ended up with two cards. The first thing I’m picking up here is that there is a need for you to step into the unknown instead of wandering around the entrance. Sure, seeing the dark ahead is scary, but you’re the Hermit, you have your torch with you, and the Moon is shining above you, lighting the path as you take your steps. It’s difficult if you wander around without directions, but you have light guiding your way. You know your goals and how you wanna achieve, all that’s left is to tread carefully to reach the exit. The Moon here is giving me spiritual vibes, so you may turn to that for an extra hand, and an extra opinion so that you can see things from another point of view, and to learn something new.

1. How did you get here? Knight of Pentacles

You've taken up a lot of responsibilities, thinking that it's all your obligation. It's not. All these burdens have piled up on your back, crushing you as time passes. As this went on, people around you have… Well… Taken advantage of you. It’s a little bit difficult to say cuz you tend to be the person who focuses on the main picture and the collective benefit, so you allow yourself to take up more responsibilities.  This can also be an excuse to run away from interpersonal problems, especially between family members. Or, there may be a possibility of you not having a decent relationship with your family members, that you have to focus on work and find your worth through your career.

2. How do you get out of here? The High Priestess rx

You’re more of a practical kinda person, focusing on what you can see and what you can comprehend, instead of the spiritual aspect of the world. With this, there may be a loss of connection with your intuition and/or inner voice. You will need to tune into your intuition, pay attention to the voices in you instead of the voices outside (remember to not get it mixed up with anxiety). When you’re feeling low or challenged, remember that you are loved, and you are worthy of love. There’s a saying I’ve read somewhere, “Those who are loved have the strength to conquer difficulties”. Know your worth and accept it. You have come this far, and you will continue to go further.

3. What can you learn from this? Ten of Pentacles

One of your core values is family. You may have been brought up with the concept that family is important and how it has shaped you to who you are today. However, you are called to check if this value aligns with you, aligns with your emotional and mental needs. With the wrong people, it’s no longer an alliance but a discord. You learn the needs of having proper and healthy connection, and how to unlearn old values and beliefs that no longer help you, picking up new values and beliefs along the way. Focus your energy and effort on That One Thing that you want to achieve (purpose), and water that plant (intent). Once you’ve put in the right gear, the rest will fall in place, and you’ll see the results in plain sight.

4. What should you do if this happens again? Three of Cups

Your friends are your greatest support system, but I’m also gonna remind you to also be the friend they need. Although the theory of love languages is a scam, to understand what the other person needs in a friendship (or any forms of relationship) is necessary, else you’re just imposing your ideals onto them. To me, it feels like growing together, relearning new things (or old things) about yourself, understanding yourself better and how to treat yourself better. Hang out with your inner child, do whatever it is that your inner child has wanted to do the entire while. For example, you’ve wanted to colour your hair ever since you're in secondary school, do it; if you’ve wanted to get a new piercing, do it. Go ahead and do whatever it is that you’ve wanted to do (as long as it’s not against the law or rules of whatever institutes that you’re in).

5. What are the qualities you need to have to go through this? Ace of Cups rx

Hmmm… Your emotions are… Rather turbulent, I’d say. There’s an unhealthy stream of emotions that you’re holding back, and the dam is about to break. A lot of healing needs to be done, where you need to focus on yourself, to express selflessness and fairness over yourself first. Not to sound discouraging, but you may never heal from certain trauma, where you can only learn to walk away from whatever that is and live with it. Even though you’re surrounded by obstacles right now, remember that with time and the right amount of attention and effort, you can work through almost any deadlock. By then, you’ll be stronger and more capable to work towards your dreams, desires and goals.

6. Advice for you: The World rx, The Empress

Your journey is far from over, and to some of you, you may not even know where you’re headed, not knowing where your goal is. It can sound discouraging, but I think the beauty in it is that you get to look around and learn, absorb as much knowledge as you want, level up yourself as you go. It’s like… Your goal is to learn and experience, to grow as a being, and let that be part of your soul journey.  Be kind to yourself. I feel that many who picked this pile have trouble treating themselves well, financially and emotionally. Some may also be people pleaser because that was what they’ve been taught when they’re kids, and this is a sign that it’s high time for you to cut away from those habits. It may be difficult to cut it off, but at least, recognize and acknowledge this part of you. If you choose to believe that you’re not one, then you won’t work on it. Let your journey on this earth be a fun and comfortable one, where you put your needs first, focusing on yourself. You are not supposed to burn yourself to warm others. Learn to appreciate yourself more, learn to live for yourself.

Overall energy: The Devil, Two of Cups rx, The High Priestess

I’m immediately picking up energies of self-sabotaging. I don’t think I need to further elaborate on this, those who know it will know it. I feel that this pile may listen to their logic more to the point that they ignore everything else, may it be your intuition or your feelings, making you misaligned with yourself. Calm yourself down, stay quiet, focus on one point, and sit there with your head blank (if you need some background noise to help you, do so). Once your head stops screaming, ask yourself about the emotions that you’ve been feeling. Listen to your heart, listen to what it’s trying to tell you. Align yourself to the path you’ve wanted to take. Cultivate yourself, create and enjoy. Invite limitless magic into your life through whatever that goes through your hand. Welcome yourself onto this Earth.

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Pile 2 - Breeze

A card to symbolise you: Death

Changes come and go as the breeze, lightly and without you noticing. It also feels that the changes you bring and the changes you experienced can be similar, where it’s… Nonchalant. There’s not much emotional attachment with whatever you’re holding to, and when it changes, you accept the changes because they don’t affect you much. The transforming energy this card holds is not something sudden, but something that gradually happens over time. It’s like the straws stacking up on the camel’s back. One day, one last straw will break the camel’s back, and that’s when you have to make necessary changes to make sure you survive.  This is you right now, and unlike other piles, you are aware of this. It’s still gonna take quite a bit for you to take any action because you don’t think you’re at that point of breaking yet.

1. How did you get here? Knight of Swords rx 

You probably have not been paying attention to whatever that’s going on with your life. It feels like… You go along with the flow too much, not paying attention to where the final destination is going to be, focusing very much on the present. With that, people can come in and influence you to work to what they want. I wouldn’t say that they’re bad guys, but imagine parents that can be controlling, wanting you to do things according to their way/method cuz they believe it’s the best for you. Some may actually guilt trip you, or use you to their own convenience, depending on what’s going on and if your family is so.  As that goes on, you’ve given up taking control over your own life, only focusing on surviving the days. It’s high time for you to realise where you are standing right now, and hence, you’re experiencing this burn out. You will need to clear your mind and heart of negativity, as well as negative influence to at least rekindle the passion you have towards life.

2. How do you get out of here? Eight of Wands

Rise and leave. This card talks about action, and it’s gonna be very fast. Give them no time to think or to react. Make sure your wings are strong enough to carry you far, make sure whatever chains of negative influences end with you. Take this as a sign to put your hesitation aside and go for it! You may feel as though you’re being trapped in a whirlwind with how everything is happening around you, but place your trust in yourself as well as your higher self. Things will be fine, and you’ll be able to see how your plans worked out. However, remember to step forward with plans and proposals.  If you do not feel prepared enough to take any action, it’s okay. Rest, grow stronger and prepare yourself, so that when the chance comes, you’ll be able to take off without any hesitation. You’ll be surprised with how far your dreams have guided you.

3. What can you learn from this? Six of Cups

First thing I’m picking up from here is networking/connections. During this period of time, you probably have made new friends along the way. However, if you look back, you'll notice the similarities between the new friends you've made and your friends from childhood. This is because you tend to fall back into things that provide you comfort and familiarity. Similarly, you fall back to friends and/or family that have stayed with you throughout these while, eventho they have not been kind to you, because of that familiarity. You are called to do some introspection, to discern and decide how you want your life to be, what you are going to do to get that life you wanted.

4. What should you do if this happens again? Six of Wands rx

Should this happen again, stay low and remember where you came from, remember that place of pain where you've finally left, and remind yourself to stay on your toes. Do not think highly of yourself, of how strong you've become and finally you can stand against it. Don't let your ego feed into you. You are very well capable of falling into old patterns again if you have not gone for any therapy. Seek help from some other authorities that you trust, else, you search for people you trust to help you out from this. Remember, there's only so much you can do, and the most important one among all is to protect yourself.  You will heal, but you’ll need to take time, allow yourself some rest time for you to regain your energy. You’ll know when you’re healing, or fully healed. Healing is never linear, so don’t rush yourself.

5. What are the qualities you need to have to go through this? Ten of Pentacles

There’s a lot that you have, abundance in finance and human connection. Ten of Pentacles is usually a family card, but I’m also seeing it as a found family, where you select who you want to be in your life. With Pentacles, I’m seeing that this connection may be from work, or those who have helped you in your career. That aside, there’s finances here so… You may be the type who’d save up for rainy days, or you’ll make sure you have enough before you leave whatever situation you’re in.  To be able to achieve this, your main qualities would be determination and mental strength. There’s more to go but you have the foundation for this, and from what I’m seeing, you’re already on your way. You may want to try meditation or spiritual related themes, as well as doing a bunch of research on your friends and family. There may be a reason why people around you are acting Like That™, and you may also want to look into yourself if you play any factor. 

6. Advice for you: Six of Pentacles, Ten of Wands rx, The Sun rx

Be generous to others, but turn that generosity towards yourself first. Spend money and pamper yourself when you need them. Remember, what goes around comes around, you provide help, and help will be provided to you.  Put down those burdens people have been putting on your back. You have a tendency to carry the burdens and expectations of others, when all you need to focus right now is yourself. This is something that will… Challenge your core belief, I'd say. You need to focus on yourself, remember that you are the main character of your own story. At most, you can be the side character of another's story, but never their stepping stone. Once you learn your worth, accept it, and work on it, things will turn out different for you. Half of the cards here are sixes. This usually symbolises themes of success, satisfaction and rewards. Do what you need, and the rest will fall in place.

Overall energy: Temperance, Eight of Pentacles, The Hermit

I'm feeling some sort of balance from you. Things can be a mess, or even chaotic. But you actually know where to go and how to go about it, and you're sharpening your tools (skills) at the moment. What I'm feeling from this is that you're preserving your energy, ready to strike when it's needed, bringing a new form of rebirth. You have been receiving messages from your guides, you know they are having your back. Sure, new life can be birthed from old wounds, but you have no need to burn yourself to warm others, to find your worth in this painful form.

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Pile 3 - Woods

A card to symbolise you: The Emperor rx

For some reason, it feels like you're the dejected king. You've done your best to do a lot of good, fight for what you believe in, and yet get shunned/ostracised by your own people. You still believe in what you stand and fight for, but part of you actually doubts if you're doing the right thing, or if there's something wrong with you. There are some questioning and contemplation, making your heart waver, wondering if you should leave this kingdom you're ruling over and go to some other place. The conflict is pretty… Strong in you at the moment, and it feels like you want to put the sceptre down.

1. How did you get here? Page of Swords rx

It's giving me the feeling/vibe that you've been listening to the wrong people, and there's active manipulation and deception in play. Whatever information that you've received/heard have been altered, and even tampered to a certain extent, trapping you in that perception. From there, it will be difficult for you to deconstruct incorrect information and to absorb new things in. What I'm also picking up is that you may have a tendency to go ahead and lead something, even if you're not familiar with the subject, which may be why you ended up being The Emperor rx. An example: Your cousin has told you that you have skills and talents in becoming a HR team leader, and so you applied for the job even if you have zero HR related skills and experience. With that, you're now leading your team and this is where you see problems come in, because you do not have sufficient tools and skills and experience. You can't quit this job because you've signed a contract, and if you quit, your team members will suffer as they will need to redo everything. Your ideals are nice, but you did not consider the limitations and challenges, ending up extremely unrealistic. With that, of course your team members will complain because you also have not taken their situation into consideration.

2. How do you get out of here? Death

There's a lot of changes that need to be made. Heck, you may need to go through a period of “death”, where you deconstruct your knowledge, what you have, what you pride yourself over; and form something new. It's like… A butterfly. Many people know that the caterpillar wraps itself in silk, and comes out of it as a butterfly. But not many know that the caterpillar literally dissolved into goo inside the cocoon. That sort of “death” is what you will need to go through. From there, you build yourself up with knowledge you've filtered, sourcing out resources carefully, being critical of what information you've gotten (or even whatever others are trying to feed you). Of course, throughout this time, you'll need to rebuild your trust in people, allowing yourself to heal from all sorts of betrayal.

3. What can you learn from this? Five of Wands

Sometimes, conflict isn't necessarily bad. You will need it (sometimes, fights and quarrels as well) to get your thoughts and opinions across, and also to understand the other person better as well. It is through conflict that you'll be able to see things that you've been missing out, especially if those “benefits” are things that are absolutely necessary to the other person. Your sense of justice is not applicable to those who are underprivileged, because they will be the first person who'll suffer from the changes.  This conflict can also refer to the wolves inside of you, where you'll need to fight yourself, is your justice really justice if it harms the victims even more. There's more to find out by yourself, and this is a period of transition, where you'll move away from who/what no longer helps you, to things that will be of help and growth in the long run.

4. What should you do if this happens again? The World rx

Remind yourself that it's okay to fail, to be imperfect, and release whatever that is tying you down. Be kind to yourself and let go of self-criticism. This is something bound to happen, since growth is not linear. The world won't end if you make a mistake. But you need to make sure you're learning something from whatever you're doing. Awareness is something important, and you need to be conscious of your action, as well as what it will bring about. Make your actions purposeful, put meaning behind whatever you do or say. You're growing, and you're not doing it alone. You're growing with your friends, you're growing with the world. Do not try controlling the actions of others. You are your own world, and you should be nurturing it with intent.

5. What are the qualities you need to have to go through this? Ace of Swords rx

You're smart. You're either book smart or street smart, or some other forms of smart that I do not know of. Which is why you actually know what it is that you have to help you go through this: By turning that Sword towards yourself. You don't like being told that you're wrong, and it's that pride of yours that will continue to push you forward. And most of all, you will not let yourself make the same mistakes again, allowing you to be sharper than before. Also, you may come up with a guide, describing how you've failed, and how you're making sure that others don't go through the same problems as you. You may end up a little pushy and long-winded, so please be aware of this.

6. Advice for you. King of Cups rx, Wheel of Fortune rx

There are a couple of things that I'm picking up here. One of them is a warning, that you should not attempt any emotional manipulation, guilt-tripping, or any of that sorts, consciously or unconsciously. You may be good with your words, and may have accidentally used them to “convince” someone to see your way, without you attempting to look at their side of the situation. Remember that whatever goes around, comes around. Morality is important, but morality without kindness is just… Inhumane. You also will need to remember to find your new strength, and how you want to proceed with your journey, may it be retiring being a King, or rebuilding your empire with the right people and right values. The cards aren't really willing to fall out, so I guess these are the main themes for you to pay attention to.

Overall energy: Strength, Six of Pentacles, The Star

There are quite some… Misdirected strength here. You are vigorous and ambitious, you have a lot of things that you want to do and to accomplish, but your actions aren't purposeful enough. You probably may feel like you're not seeing much results, and may be slightly dejected. Authorities may have a role in this. However, look at the bright side, you are doing something! Your generosity has helped many people throughout the way, providing faith and hope to those who are troubled. You may be spiritually guided too, so let your guides do their job and steer you towards the direction you're supposed to go.

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Pile 4 - Crackle

A card to symbolise you: The Chariot rx

You’re rushing through a lot of things right now, worried that you can’t catch up with your peers. I’m seeing an image of you riding a horse, pushing yourself forward ruthlessly, ignoring your horse and everything else as you’re only focusing on your goals. Not sure if it’s your horse that will collapse or you falling over first. It is a very… anxious and bouncy energy that I’m feeling here. It’s also warning both you and I that things are going to be a havoc if you’re continuing this, as there’s this lack of balance, where you’re focusing too much on the external items (glory, society-defined success, external approval) instead of whatever that’s going on inside you (self-affirmation, emotional comfort, core belief).

1. How did you get here? The Hanged Man

I’m seeing that you’ve been forcing yourself to do things that you’re not good at. You probably have been called “inflexible” or “stuck in your own way” kinda person, and you’ve forced yourself to change, to see and attempt what other people do. However, it doesn’t work for you. You noticed that you’re not suitable for it, may be due to your upbringing or your brain has already been wired so. Yet you still push ahead with that thought and attempt, wanting to fit in with the rest (and society) so that you do not feel like an outcast. You have received a lot of help throughout this journey, but as the level of difficulty increases, you are running out of helpline and tools to fit in with the rest. This is where you’re starting to feel the burnout and the sense of failure is starting to eat in.

2. How do you get out of here? Eight of Pentacles

Instead of finding ways to fit into societal norms, it would be much better if you focus on what you’re good at and work on it instead. Diligence and hard work are the foundation of success. This is a rather positive card, but you need to make sure that you’re putting in hard work in the right place. You need to first recognise the difference between What You Like and What You’re Good At. From there, you will then need to make the decision on which path you want to take, and how you can expand your skills, and how you can make use of the tools you have to help you out of this slump. Having dreams is great, but you need to equip yourself with the tools to make your dreams a reality. Sometimes, things can turn out to be not… Ideal. You may realise that what you like is not what you’re good at, and it can be rather disappointing, especially if you’re the type of person who wants to do something you like for a living. But then, you can continue to do the things that you like while you also focus on the things that you’re good at. Nothing is stopping you, as long as you know how to balance your time and energy.

3. What can you learn from this? Five of Wands

For some reason, I’m seeing conflict coming from not only within yourself, but also between you and your close friends. Conflicts and arguments often happen when there’s miscommunication, where each party believes themself to be at the right. It is also important to know that one learns better through these kinda fights, where you can take this opportunity to understand what the other person is thinking and expecting, and to see if you are capable of fulfilling that expectation. Every fight is a learning process, where you learn some parts of you that you are not aware of. From there, you make the necessary changes to make yourself into a better person. Now, just a reminder. If you’re incapable of a particular change, do not attempt to change yourself for it. Else, you’ll go through this same process of falling into this same slump, and this cycle will never end. It’s like saying that I can’t fit in the rest of the group because I’m wearing glasses and they don’t. If I don’t get my eyesight fixed, I can’t join their group. Am I gonna get a laser treatment for this? Nope. And it’s alright if I change my friend group because I am unable to adhere to their expectations. The same goes with neurodivergence and neurotypicals as well.

4. What should you do if this happens again? The Fool

Take it as a new form of journey if this happens again, where you travel, meet new people and learn more. You can rest if things get too overwhelming, but you need to remind yourself to get up again and continue your journey. Life’s a constant learning process, where you recognise your changes, and you come up with new coping methods to work with it, especially as you age. For example, your eyesight worsens with age, and you’ll need to change your glasses so that you’re able to function and work as normal. It is the same with life and slumps, where you find out the problems and work accordingly.

5. What are the qualities you need to have to go through this? Judgement

First thing I’m picking up is that you’re very critical of whatever that’s happening within yourself. You may not turn that judging side of yours outwards, where you focus on criticising yourself more. You tend to intentionally make yourself uncomfortable by putting all the blame on yourself, and this is where you need to work on. Instead of putting all the blame on your shoulders, you may try putting them on others if it’s their fault. The more faults you take up, the more you’ll be used. Let others take the responsibility of their actions, let them be uncomfortable with the consequences. You need to remember who you are, and even if you’re judged, let it be because of your own actions, and not of others. Free yourself from what is not yours, may it be glory or sin. 

6. Advice for you. - Temperance rx, Nine of Cups rx, Wheel of Fortune

It’s pretty evident with the cards that are presented, where you need to balance yourself, inside and out. Short term gratification (the sense of belonging) is not gonna help you in the long run, especially if it eats into you and makes you question your identity, purpose, and sense of self. There’s a lot of thinking that you need to do, and you can start by writing things down and weighing the options.  You may feel that life’s playing a prank on you, or messing you up by throwing these challenges at you. This is something you need to go through though, as it is your life lesson. You may think that this lesson is not something you signed up for (a lot of us think the same), but your higher self had other plans in mind. It’s giving me the feeling that you have not picked up on themes on self identity and core beliefs in your past lives, that’s why you’re going through a bunch of it in this lifetime. Instead of rejecting and skipping class, why not sit through it and pick up bits and pieces to focus. 

Overall energy: The Lovers, Ace of Wands

I'm feeling some form of weight on my chest. It’s like you’re burdened with the choices offered to you, either A or B. You are not the type of person who’d prefer to make your pick, probably it’s because you are afraid of dealing with the outcome of your decisions. There’s fear here, but there’s also nervousness, as you’re starting a new chapter of something. Ace of Wands is the first card of the Minor Arcana, which talks about how you’re drafting your life. It would be great if you start the chapter in details of your healing process, including yourself surrendering the old and limiting beliefs that have been tying you down, allowing you to awaken and be reborn into limitless possibilities. 

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I’ve got your back|| Charles leclerc x male reader

Word count 1775

@crispysoup318 here’s one

The sound of the engines roaring around the track echoed through Charles' chest as he sat in the stands, his gaze fixed on the cars speeding past. But his attention wasn’t on the race; it was on him—Y/N.

Max's older brother. The one who could’ve been great.

For years, Charles had watched from the sidelines as Y/N, despite his obvious talent, kept himself from rising through the ranks of racing. Every time they’d go karting, every practice session, Y/N would leave everyone in the dust—except for Max. The family dynamic was always clear. Their dad, a former racer himself, was invested in Max. Obsessed with Max.

But Y/N? He was always the silent presence in the background, holding back in ways that didn’t make sense to Charles at first. There was something about Y/N’s racing that seemed... off. Too controlled, too careful, like he was playing a different game entirely. Charles hadn’t realized why until recently.

It was after one of the practice races, as he sat next to Y/N on the cool metal bleachers, watching Max celebrate his victory with their dad, that it clicked.

“Y/N, why didn’t you go for the win?” Charles had asked, his brow furrowing.

Y/N gave him that knowing smile, one that always seemed to hide more than it let on. “Because he needs to be the one who shines. Max... he’s the one Dad focuses on. You know that.”

Charles stared at him, confused. “But you— you could’ve taken that first place. You’ve always been better than me, better than Max.”

Y/N’s gaze shifted toward the ground, his voice quiet. “Sometimes the best thing you can do is step back.”

Charles frowned, his mind racing. “But why? Why hold back? You could’ve been in Formula 1 by now. Why give that up?”

Y/N was silent for a moment, the weight of the years they’d spent together suddenly sinking in. “Because, Charles, if I push too hard, Dad would want me to push Max harder, too. And Max isn’t ready for that. He’s not me. I’d rather see him succeed than risk seeing him burn out.”

Charles was stunned. He hadn’t realized how much Y/N had sacrificed—not just his dreams, but his entire future—for the sake of his younger brother. It wasn’t just about racing. It was about family, about love, about keeping Max safe.

And it broke Charles’ heart.

The thought of his older brother never having the chance to race for real, to chase that Formula 1 dream, made him feel a sharp ache in his chest.

"That's... that's really something, Y/N," Charles said quietly, feeling an overwhelming surge of admiration for the older brother he'd never truly understood before.

Y/N shrugged, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “It’s what family does, right? You put them first.”

But Charles wasn’t sure if that was enough anymore.

He’d never be able to do what Y/N had done. He would never have the strength to hold back when it mattered, to throw away his own potential for someone else. Y/N had given everything, and Charles had only just realized it.

And now, watching Y/N quietly fade into the background again, Charles made a decision.

“I’m going to help you, Y/N,” Charles said suddenly, surprising even himself. “I don’t know how yet, but I will. I won’t let you fade into the background.”

Y/N looked over at him, a surprised yet knowing look crossing his face. “Charles, you don’t need to—”

“I know,” Charles interrupted, his voice firm. “But I want to.”

Y/N gave a small chuckle, ruffling Charles' hair. “You don’t have to do anything for me, kid. You’ve got your own career to focus on.”

Charles didn’t reply, his mind already planning how he could work in the shadows, how he could help his brother rise again without anyone noticing. Without Max ever knowing.

He wouldn’t let Y/N’s sacrifices be in vain.

And maybe, just maybe, they could still achieve the dream Y/N had set aside for so long.

Over the next few weeks, Charles found himself subtly changing the way he approached his time with Y/N. Every practice session, every karting weekend, he was paying more attention—not just to his own racing, but to his older brother’s every move.

It wasn’t hard to see how much Y/N was holding back. He wasn’t just playing it safe; he was actively limiting his own performance, choosing more cautious lines, braking earlier, and settling for second or third place when he easily could’ve taken the win.

It frustrated Charles more than anything. Watching Y/N squandering his potential, doing exactly what he’d done his entire life: taking a step back for the sake of someone else.

And it made Charles feel helpless. He wanted to shout, to demand that Y/N race to his fullest, that he deserved more than the life of a background player. But he couldn’t. He understood now why Y/N was doing it. He’d made that sacrifice for Max—and maybe even for their father. It wasn’t just about being in the spotlight; it was about keeping the family dynamic intact.

But Charles wasn’t going to let it go on forever.

One night, after a particularly difficult race where Y/N had barely edged out Max for a second-place finish, Charles made up his mind. He needed a plan. He needed to help Y/N, even if he had to do it in secret.

"Y/N," Charles said casually as they were cleaning up their gear, the two of them alone in the garage. Max was off with their dad, discussing strategies for his next race. "Have you ever thought about going to some of those off-season testing events? The ones where they bring in reserve drivers, or... younger talents?”

Y/N gave him a sideways glance, his expression unreadable. “I’ve been to a few. A long time ago. But you know as well as I do, they won’t give me the time of day. Not with Max in the picture.”

“I think you’re wrong.” Charles smiled, trying to hide the excitement bubbling up in him. “What if I can get you into one of those events? Just a test run, no pressure. I’ll set it up.”

Y/N gave him a bemused look. “And how exactly are you going to pull that off? You don’t have the connections—"

Charles leaned in closer, his voice low but confident. "I do now."

For the next few weeks, Charles worked quietly behind the scenes, making calls and sending messages to everyone he knew—engineers, team managers, even his own contacts within the F1 world. It wasn’t easy. Y/N wasn’t exactly a household name, and most people were only interested in the young stars, not a 25-year-old with years of untapped potential. But Charles didn’t care about the odds.

He couldn’t let Y/N’s talent slip away, not when he knew what his brother could truly do.

It was a month later when Charles finally received the response he’d been waiting for—a private testing session for a mid-tier team looking to give fresh talent a shot. It wasn’t Formula 1, not yet, but it was a step in the right direction. A foot in the door.

He waited until the perfect moment, when Y/N wasn’t expecting it, and told him about the opportunity.

“Y/N, I got you a test with an F1 team. You’re going to drive at their private session next week.”

Y/N blinked, looking at him as though Charles had just said something absurd. “What?”

“I did. You’re driving for them next week.”

At first, Y/N didn’t believe it. He laughed, like Charles was making a joke at his expense. But the more Charles pushed, the more he explained how hard he’d worked to arrange it, how he’d bent a few rules and called in a few favors, the more Y/N’s expression shifted from confusion to disbelief to... gratitude.

But even then, Y/N hesitated. "Charles, you know I’m not—"

“You are ready,” Charles cut him off, standing firm. “I know it. I know you could’ve made it into F1 years ago if you’d wanted to. I won’t let you give up on it.”

There was a long silence. Then, slowly, Y/N nodded, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. "Alright. But you better not tell Max about this. He’ll never forgive me if he finds out.”

Charles grinned. “Deal.”

The week of the test, Y/N’s nerves were palpable, though he tried to hide them. As they stood by the track, Charles watched him suit up, a wave of pride crashing over him. His brother was about to show the world what he could really do—and no one would know who had pushed him there.

Charles knew it wasn’t enough just to get Y/N the test. The hard part was making sure Y/N knew he had someone in his corner. Someone who believed in him—not as the background player or the second-best brother, but as the talented, driven racer he’d always been.

The test went better than Charles could have hoped. Y/N drove like he was born for it. Fast, fearless, and precise, he outpaced every expectation. By the end of the session, the team’s engineers were already talking about bringing him back for more testing.

But Charles didn’t want to get ahead of himself. This wasn’t the finish line. This was just the beginning.

As they packed up to leave, Y/N clapped him on the shoulder, a grateful, somewhat overwhelmed look in his eyes.

“Thanks, Charles,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what to say... I didn’t think I’d ever get a shot like this.”

Charles smiled, the weight of the unspoken promise hanging between them. “You don’t have to say anything. Just keep driving. I’ll make sure you get there.”

The next few months passed in a blur. Y/N’s performance in the test had caught the attention of several teams, and before long, he was back on the radar. Charles helped when he could, keeping things quiet and making sure that Y/N’s success stayed under the radar. Max never knew what had really happened. And Y/N, though hesitant, slowly began to believe that maybe—just maybe—he could make it to Formula 1 after all.

But it wasn’t just about racing anymore. It was about a bond between brothers, one that went beyond the track. A bond that said: I’ve got your back, no matter what.

[tikosblogg]

Hii, I saw that you wanted to get requests and I just got one. Reader is going through tough times and having the problem that everytime she comes home, she just goes to bed and falls asleep for hours and wakes up in the evening. Noah notices this and that she's more closed off, more tired and wants to help her. I like your works, they're well written. Hope you're doing well❤️❤️

Sorry this one took a bit. This one means a lot to me, because sadly I can relate. I’ve been going through this for the last few months, so in a weird way if felt nice to write.

ANYTHING>HUMAN

*Pic from tumblr*

Warning: talks of depression, anxiety.

A/N: plz enjoy, this pic is so cute, I had to use it.

The slam of the front door echoed through the apartment, a familiar, hollow sound that seemed to mock the silence that had become my constant companion. I leaned against the cool wood, the weight of the day already crushing me. It wasn’t a particularly bad day, not really. Just…empty. Like a hollow shell of a day. I kicked off my shoes, letting them fall where they may, and trudged towards the bedroom. My limbs felt heavy, each step an effort. The pull of the mattress was magnetic; a silent promise of oblivion.

I didn’t bother with changing, just collapsed onto the bed, face down, still in my work clothes. The soft material of the sheets offered a small comfort, just enough to let go. And then, as always, sleep claimed me, pulling me into a void where problems ceased to exist, at least for a little while.

The next thing I knew, the room was bathed in the soft, orange glow of the setting sun. My head felt groggy, my mouth dry. I blinked up at the ceiling, disoriented, trying to piece together the last few hours. Or, more accurately, the absence of them. It was always the same. Come home, sleep, wake up, and the day was practically gone.

I dragged myself out of bed, the weight in my heart a constant, dull ache. The smell of cooking food wafted from the kitchen, the aroma of something savory, something that spoke of care. Noah. I’d forgotten he was even here. Again.

He was standing at the stove, his back to me, a canvas of tattoos stretching across his broad shoulders. Even in the dim light, I could see the intricate patterns, the way they moved and shifted with his every motion. He was a force of nature, all 6’3” of inked skin and quiet strength. He turned, brown eyes meeting mine, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Hey baby” he said softly, his voice a low rumble that always managed to settle some of the chaos in my head. “You were out for hours.”

I shrugged, running a hand through my tangled hair. “I was tired.” My voice sounded flat, even to my own ears.

“Tired?” He placed the spatula down, leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. The casual pose couldn’t hide the concern etched on his face. “Or…something else?”

He knew me too well, always had. We’d been friends since forever, a bond forged in the fires of high school awkwardness and late-night talks. He’d seen me at my best and my worst, the exuberant and the insecure. We finally became official, right after high school. But lately, the quiet and the defeated had been winning.

I looked away, focusing on the worn wooden floorboards. “I don’t know,” I mumbled, the words catching in my throat. It was getting harder and harder to articulate what was going on inside. It felt like a storm brewing, a constant churn of anxiety and exhaustion that was slowly suffocating me.

He took a step closer, his presence filling the space, his warmth a comforting balm against the coldness that had settled around me. “Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle, “you’ve been doing this every day for weeks. You come home, you sleep, you wake up, and the day’s gone. You barely eat, you barely talk. You’re like… fading.”

That word hit hard. Fading. It was exactly how I felt. Like the edges of me were blurring, the vibrant colors of my life slowly turning to muted shades of gray.

“I’m just stressed,” I offered weakly, picking at a nonexistent thread on my t-shirt. “Work’s been hard.”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I know you better than that, Y/N. Work has always been hard, but you’ve always been… well, you. You’ve always bounced back. But this…this is different. You’re not yourself.”

The truth in his words was like a punch to the gut. He was right. I wasn’t myself. I felt like a stranger in my own skin.

“I just…” I trailed off, unable to articulate the jumbled mess of emotions swirling within me. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill. I just wanted to disappear, to curl up and let the world pass me by.

He closed the distance between us, his big hands coming to rest on my hips. I could feel the strength beneath his touch, a grounding anchor in the sea of my turmoil. “look at me,” he said softly, tilting my chin up so I was forced to meet his gaze. "It’s okay to not be okay, you know? It’s okay to need help.”

His words, spoken with such quiet conviction, resonated with a power I hadn’t expected. Maybe it was okay, maybe I didn’t have to carry this burden alone.

“I don’t know what’s wrong,” I whispered, the tears finally escaping and tracing hot paths down my cheeks. "I just feel so… lost.”

He pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close. It was a familiar comfort, a safety net I hadn't realized I needed so desperately…home. “I’m here baby,” he murmured into my hair, his voice a soothing balm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

We stood there for a long moment, just holding each other, the silence broken only by the soft sounds of my sobs. Slowly, the tension in my body began to ease, replaced by a fragile sense of calm.

“Come on,” he said, pulling back slightly. He wiped the tears from my face with the pad of his thumb. “Let’s eat. And then… maybe we can talk? Or we can just sit in silence. Whatever you need.”

He didn’t push, didn’t demand, just offered a hand, a lifeline. And for the first time in a long time, I found myself taking it.

We ate dinner in a comfortable silence, the taste of the food warming me from the inside out. It wasn't a miracle cure, by any means. The darkness still lingered, but it felt a little less overwhelming, a little less suffocating. After we finished, we moved to the living room, settling on the couch.

He spread out in the corner of the plush couch, stretching his arms towards me, beckoning me to lay on his chest. Without a word I did so. He wrapped one arm around my waist, while his other hand ran through my hair. “So,” he began, his voice calm and steady, “is there anything you want to talk about?”

I looked down, picking at the hem of his t-shirt. “It’s just… everything feels hard. Like I’m wading through mud. I try to keep up, but I’m always falling behind. Work, life… it all just feels like too much.”

He listened patiently, his attention never wavering, his presence a silent reassurance. As I spoke, the words tumbled out, a tangled mess of anxieties and insecurities. I told him about the constant feeling of inadequacy, the relentless pressure I felt to measure up, the way the simple act of getting out of bed felt like a monumental task.

He didn't interrupt, didn't offer platitudes or quick fixes. He simply listened, letting me vent, letting me express the emotions that I had been carrying for so long. When I was done, he reached out and took my hand, his fingers lacing with mine.

“Thank you, for telling me baby,” he said softly. “It takes courage to be vulnerable like that, to let someone see the parts of you that feel broken.”

He turned my hand over, tracing the lines on my palm with his thumb. “You’re not broken, Y/N,” he said, meeting my eyes. “You’re just… hurting. And that’s okay. It doesn’t make you less of a person. And you don't have to carry it alone. We'll figure this out. Together.”

His words were like a balm to my wounded soul. I wasn’t as alone as I thought. Maybe things could get better. I looked up at him, his familiar face a beacon of hope in the darkness. He leaned down placing a soft kiss to my forehead, nose, and then a long lingering kiss to my lips And for the first time in what felt like forever, a tiny seed of hope began to sprout in my heart. It wasn't a cure, not even really a solution. But it felt like a start. And right now, a start was everything.

[lizaaardstuff]

Hellebores (shattered)

Hey guys, I’ve decided to try something a little new. This is a fic I’ve been working on for the last month now, and I wanted to share a small snippet of the beginning with you guys since it’ll be a bit longer before I’m able to post it on ao3.

This is a Donnie centric story that will take place after the invasion (like my other fanfic), but the beginning kicks off during the end battle.

⚠️Trigger warning for this fic will include: Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, Paralysis, Internalized Ablism, PTSD, Medical Stuff; you know, the works.

Please let me know your thoughts once you’ve read this, I’d love to hear them <3

Word count: 1,845

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Being apart of the Technodrome was... incredible. Being so wholly welcomed into such vast knowledge and power was thrilling- world changing. He was everything. He was everywhere. Nothing was out of his reach. He could feel the space in his head expand, his senses heightened to new levels, and as long as he ignored the pain in his shell and the prickling in his limbs and the pressure in his head, he would describe this as the best experience of his life. Truly, nothing could ever compare.

And then he was ripped out.

Violently.

Without any care to what it would do to him.

And suddenly the greatest experience of his life had turned into a living nightmare. He had never felt pain like this before, and not a second too soon, he blacks out.

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"...nie!"

"Donnie, wake up!"

Donnie's eyes blearily crack open, dizzying colors invade his senses, and he fights the urge to close them again. He can hear himself wheezing, struggling to take in a full breath. He feels his head dipping down towards his chest, and he realizes he's being held up. Blinking to try to clear the haze from his vision, he looks around to his brothers, who are all being held up by the same gooey Krang matter. Donnie almost does a double take when he sees Raph, with the Krang's influence gone, but he doesn't even get a second to revel in this new development, because Leo and Mikey are suddenly yelling for him again.

"Donnie, c'mon, you have to fight it!" Leo shouts from across the room. A flash of blue lights up the room, and Donnie can feel the electricity of his brothers ninpō light up in his chest. And now that he's focusing on it, he can feel Raph's ninpō there too, strong and steady. Feeling that spark ignites something within his own kindling, and when Mikey's ninpō joins the mix, that's all the push Donnie needs before a beam of striking purple joins the cacophony.

There's yelling, but Donnie's ears are ringing, and everything sounds like it's happening behind a wall of cotton. He sees everyone's ninpō burning away the Krang matter that was holding them up, and he assumes the same was happening to him, but he could barely feel it.

Donnie drags in a breath, feeling like he was breathing through a straw, and uses all of his strength to lift up his right arm to pull at the Krang gunk that was pulling at his neck. If I could just get a moment to catch my breath...

And then the Krang matter is gone, and he's falling.

Donnie lands hard on his side, pain flaring through the upper part of his spine and echoing out across his chest, and the impact forces a weak cough out of him that takes away the little bit of air he had managed to gain in his lungs.

"Donnie!" he hears from above, but his eyes are slipping shut again, his energy spent.

There's a soft thud next to him, and a gentle hand on the side of his face. "Donnie, open your eyes man, please. C'mon, just open your eyes."

Leo.

Donnie slowly peels open his eyes again, despite how badly he wanted to just let them remain closed. Because Leo asked nicely.

Donnie drags in another breath.

Why is it still so hard to breathe?

"There you are," Leo sighs, a confusing mix of worry and relief painted on his face.

Donnie hears quick footsteps behind him and a soft gasp, "his shell," "oh Donnie," but when he tries to turn his head to see who's talking, Leo's hand that was still on his face presses down lightly to keep his head in place. "Don't move."

Donnie's head is starting to feel light from the lack of oxygen.

"Oh my god, Leo, what do we do." Mikey. That's Mikey. Donnie's fingers twitch against the ground as he tries once again to turn his head to see his baby brother, but Leo's hand remains firm.

"We have to move." Raph. His big brother is here too. Wait...

Donnie's already unsteady breathing halts, his eyes going wide. "Wait," he croaks out, all eyes turning back on him, "if you're all here... the Krang." Donnie's words slur, and his sentence ends in another wheezing breath.

The others share a confused look above him. Leo looks back down to meet Donnie's eyes, gently taking his hand with the one that wasn't securing the softshell's head. But Donnie could barely feel it. Everything felt so disconnected and muffled. Shock, maybe.

"Donnie," Leo says sharply, like he'd been calling his name a few times. Donnie drags his eyes back up to Leo, blinking through another round of haze. "Donnie, you're holding them off. Or, at least I'm assuming it's you. There's a big purple dome around us, and you're glowing, so..."

Huh?

"Leo," Raph says urgently from wherever he is. Donnie still can't see him or Mikey. If only I could just sit up... "We still need to get the Krang through that portal." There's hesitation in his voice, and Donnie wishes he could see his face.

"I know!" Leo snaps, voice trembling and eyes brimming with overwhelmed tears. It felt so unlike him. He'd only seen Leo make that face a few times in their lifetime, and most of what he could count were from the last 24 hours. Donnie focuses solely on flexing his fingers around Leo's hand, and Leo squeezes back automatically, looking back down at him but still talking to Raph. "I know, but- we can't move him like this."

"Leo, we can't stay here," Donnie hears Mikey say from somewhere above him.

Donnie watches as a tear rolls down Leo's cheek, catching the purple lighting of Donnie's ninpō. Then Leo squares his shoulders and his face hardens, eyes glancing up to meet the others above him, and Donnie knows that he's come to a decision.

"Raph, in a few minutes I'm going to need you to pick up Dee. As carefully as you possibly can. I'll portal you down to a safe spot. Donnie actually managed to get the ship pretty close to the portal before the Krang grabbed him and Mikey, so all Mikey and I have to do is push the big guy through. I need you to watch Dee, if you can find anything hard and flat to lay him on once you're down there, that would be best. Make sure he doesn't move." Good, Donnie thinks as he listens to his twin slip back into his leader voice, Leo's got this covered. Donnie can feel his eyes slipping shut again right as Leo's eyes shift back over to him. "Dee, look at me, I need you to focus."

Donnie would have rolled his eyes at the slider if he wasn't feeling so sluggish. Instead, he tries to hum to let him know he's listening, but it turned more into a weak groan.

"Before I have Raph pick you up, I'm going to do a quick check to see how you're doing. I need you to keep the shield up, okay? Can you do that for me? No, don't move your head, I got it," Leo adds quickly, pulling their hands apart to stop Donnie from nodding with both of his hands.

"Okay," Leo says, more to himself, as he finally lets go of Donnie's head, throwing a sharp glare in his direction with one more, "don't move," as he picks up Donnie's wrist to take his pulse.

He frowns, clearly not pleased with what he's feeling, but he moves on anyways, carefully shifting his head to lean against Donnie's chest. It was difficult since Donnie was on his side, and Leo seemed to take extra care in making sure not to jostle him. Leo's frown only deepens. This check up clearly wasn't going well. Damn, there goes my perfect test scores...

Then Leo goes to check his eyes, but without a pen light to use and the lighting around them being so dim, he gives up on that, moving to hold Donnie's hands instead.

"Squeeze my hands," Leo instructs.

Donnie has to dig through his energy reserve moving his fingers, and he notices that his right hand reacts before his left. Huh. But either way, he manages to give Leo's hands a weak, lopsided squeeze, which seemed to be good enough for now because Leo nods approvingly.

"Okay, now wiggle your toes for me." The slider sits up a bit straighter to look at the softshell's feet. Or, where Donnie assumes they must be, because he can't feel anything below his chest. Donnie's never been in shock before, and after this experience, he never wants to again. Though, that's a bit redundant. No one ever wants to go into shock, that would be masochistic. But Donnie definitely would rate this experience a zero out of ten, would not recommend-

"Donnie, focus," Leo says, placing a hand on Donnie's arm, bringing Donnie back to the present. "I need you to wiggle your toes." Was Donnie becoming delusional, or was there a hint of desperation in his brother's tone? Probably both.

So Donnie wiggles his toes like Leo has asked of him, if only to ease his brother's concern.

"Donnie, seriously, man. Move your toes so we can finish this up. I know you're feeling kinda out of it right now but-"

What? "I already did," Donnie mumbles out, immediately wishing he hadn't spoken when such a simple task leaves him breathless and dizzy.

"What? No, dude, you didn't. Try again." Leo's tone sharpens, eyes going wide, despite his casual wording.

Donnie furrows his smudged brows. "What're you talkin about?" Donnie tries to get an arm under him to push himself up, turning his head towards his legs, confused, but the second he tries to move, Leo's on top of him again.

"Stop! Stop moving," Leo shouts hurriedly. Donnie can feel the sharp sting of Leo's panic through their interlinked ninpō, and suddenly there's a shift in the air. Ignoring Leo's frantic pleads and shaking hands, Donnie tilts his head up slowly, painfully, and sees the large purple dome he had accidentally created to surround them shudder. A loud pounding followed by muffled rage filled roars could be heard just outside of the shield, as the Krang leader slams his fists into the structure, clearly becoming impatient.

When the Krang brings his fists down again, the structure glitches.

Donnie gasps, along with his brothers, and by pure instinct he pushes more energy into the shield. The world starts spinning and the corners of his vision go dim as he uses up the last of his reserves, and when Donnie blinks his eyes back open, his head is laying on the ground again. Leo's shouting something to someone, and there's a flash of bright, neon blue, and there's a large arm shifting under him. The last thing he sees is a burst of purple pixels as the dome shatters before his eyes slip shut.

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Okay so I really have no idea how to format anything on this app, so if it’s hard to read, I’m so sorry 😭

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #16 - gotcha in the nick of time

kai parker x reader | requested (ish)

summary: kai's out and alaric's seeking revenge. luckily, you find him right before it's too late.

tags: based on s2e13; no warnings

word count: 859

a/n: i've had this in my drafts since february! and am only posting it now bc a legacies!kai was requested. i'm not the biggest legacies fan, but i did watch the first season and a half of the second (a while ago), so i wrote a few things for it back then.

“Oh, you dork… what have you gotten yourself into?!” You manage to joke, not at all focusing on your heart that’s dropped to your toes. Twenty feet away is the love of your life, chained to a wooden post by none other than Hope Mikaelson. She had raced inside the school looking for Dorian, who would alert Alaric, but in the midst of their conversation, you were able to slip out of sight and into the old warehouse. It wasn’t news that Kai was out of the prison world, but your fellow teachers had been working hard at keeping the two of you apart. You doubt he even knows you’re right under his nose. 

This doubt proves true when he looks up at the sound of your voice. Restless eyes soften immediately, and he stands up as straight as he can despite the chains. “Y/N… What are you doing here?”

You hurry towards him, done taking in his sight and now needing him in your arms. “I should be asking you that. How’d you get out?”

“My careless little niece didn’t keep a good enough eye on the ascendant when she got stuck there.” He pants, fighting his chains. Your hands are on him, looking for any give, but he still can’t touch you. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“How are you here? How did you know to find me here?”

“I work here.”

“What?!”

“I teach. I didn’t want to; I didn’t want to help Ric do shit after everything that happened, but when he asked, I figured I could keep an eye on him. Keep an eye on the twins. Try my best to prevent the merge, if it came time for that before I could get you out.” You grab a nearby board and sandwich it between the post and the chains, then start to pull. “Talk started going around lately… Josie was getting nosy about Gemini stuff; Ric was getting antsy about telling her anything. Dorian and Ric both have been keeping me in the dark about anything involving you. But then Ric sent Sebastian to the prison world, opening a can of worms, and then suddenly Hope runs in, saying she’s got you tied up down here, and I managed to slip out before either could notice. But something tells me Ric is on his way for revenge, so I need these damn chains to loosen so I can get you out.” 

With one last rush of adrenaline, you finally pull them just enough to give him some wiggle room. He uses his heretic strength, albeit weakened, to break free, then immediately envelopes you in a hug. For a moment, you stumble, but he’s holding on so tight that there’s no way you’d fall. Kai kisses your forehead. The hairs of his beard tickle your skin, and you giggle. 

“That’s new,” you mutter into his chest. 

“Perk of this prison world that I didn’t have in the old one.” He finally releases his grip on you, but keeps a hold of your shoulders. “God, you’re still as beautiful as the day I met you.” Then his eyebrows arch. “Have you even aged?”

You pause, not sure how to break the news of your vampirism to him. “I, um, not really.”

In matters both lucky and unlucky, the sudden sound of footsteps down the hall interrupts your conversation. 

“We have to go!” You grab his sleeve and begin pulling him out of the warehouse.

Kai follows, curious question forgotten. “Yes, quickly. Where to?”

“Anywhere.”

“But what about your job?”

“Fuck it. All I’ve ever wanted is to have you back; I’m not losing you again.”

“Well… I know a safe place we can lay low.”

“Take me there. I don’t need this job, or this life. I just need you.”

Dorian’s voice stops you in your tracks. For a brief moment, you listen. “Hope said he was here. She said he was chained.”

Alaric is armed with an axe. The sight makes you both swallow hard. “He was here all right. The chains are here, but definitely not holding him.” They share eye contact for a moment, then… “Where’s Y/N?”

“She was in her office when Hope came to get me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure. Would she really let him out? Even if he’d come for Josie and Lizzie?”

“She would do anything for him, no matter the cost. I should’ve taken better measures; I should’ve locked her up. Damn it!”

“Alright, so what’s next?”

“I’ve got a friend I can call who’s a hunter; the guy that found Raph and Landon when they ran away. But in the meantime, we need to lock up, and alert the students to be careful.”

“Guessing we should not tell them their teacher’s run off with your daughters’ crazy uncle?”

“Yeah… that would be best.”

You pull on Kai’s sleeve one more time, breaking his focus from the mens’ conversation. 

“Come on,” you mutter, “let’s get the hell out of here.”

A million questions run through his head, but he’ll ask them later. For now, he just takes one more look at your face and smiles. “Okay.”

[atinyslittleworld]

Dancing through Miscommunication

yunho x dancer!reader

Summary: Yunho is captivated by dance trainee Y/N but he hesitates to confess his feelings after overhearing her endearing phone call.

Genre: a little angst

Warnings: none

From the moment Yunho first saw her gracefully moving across the dance studio, he was captivated. Her every step was imbued with elegance and determination, her dedication to her craft evident in the way she threw herself into each routine. Yunho found himself drawn to her, admiring not just her skill but also the fire and determination that burned within her.

Weeks turned into months, and Yunho’s fascination with Y/N only grew stronger. He found himself stealing glances whenever she was in the studio, his heart skipping a beat every time their eyes met. He longed to approach her, to express the feelings that had been building inside him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Then, one fateful day, Yunho finally worked up the courage to approach Y/N. He waited until after a particularly grueling practice session, when they were both catching their breath and wiping sweat from their brows.

“Hey, Y/N,” Yunho began, his voice slightly shaky with nerves. “I’ve been wanting to tell you… I think you’re an incredible dancer. Your passion and dedication are truly inspiring.”

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “Thank you, Yunho,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with gratitude. “That means a lot coming from you.”

Encouraged by her response, Yunho took a deep breath, steeling himself to continue. “I was wondering if… maybe we could grab coffee sometime? I’d love to get to know you better.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and Yunho felt a surge of hope swell within him. “I’d like that,” she said, her voice warm and inviting. “I’ve always wanted to learn more about you too.”

Their coffee date was filled with easy conversation and laughter, the two of them discovering shared interests and aspirations as they talked. Yunho learned that Y/N was not just a talented dancer, but also a kind-hearted and compassionate individual with a love for music and art.

As the days passed, Yunho found himself falling deeper and deeper for Y/N. He admired her strength and resilience, her unwavering determination to chase her dreams despite the challenges she faced. He longed to tell her how he felt, to confess the love that had been growing inside him with each passing day.

But just as Yunho was about to pour his heart out, he overheard a snippet of conversation from Y/N’s phone call. His heart sank as he heard her affectionately call someone “baby,” assuming it was a romantic partner. The crushing weight of disappointment threatened to overwhelm him, and he silently retreated, unable to bear the thought of confessing his feelings now.

Unbeknownst to Yunho, the person on the other end of the line was Y/N’s younger brother, whom she adored and affectionately referred to as “baby.” She was discussing plans for their family dinner that evening, completely unaware of the effect her words had on Yunho.

Yunho couldn’t shake the feeling of regret. He couldn’t understand why he felt so drawn to Y/N, only to have his hopes dashed so suddenly. He tried to push her out of his mind, focusing on his training and responsibilities as an idol, but her presence lingered in his thoughts, a constant reminder of what could have been.

Meanwhile, Y/N remained oblivious to Yunho’s feelings, continuing to train diligently and pour her heart and soul into her passion for dance. Little did she know, her presence had sparked something within Yunho that he couldn’t ignore – a love that burned brighter with each passing day, despite the obstacles in their path.

One day, fate intervened once again as Yunho and Y/N found themselves paired together for a dance practice. As they moved together, their bodies in perfect synchrony, Yunho couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of hope stirring within him. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for them to be together.

After practice, Yunho mustered up the courage to talk to Y/N, determined to finally express his feelings. As they chatted, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something special between them, a connection that went beyond words.

Just as Yunho was about to confess his feelings, Y/N’s phone rang. She excused herself to take the call, and Yunho’s heart sank once again, fearing that it was the same person she had affectionately called “baby” before.

Yunho's feelings for Y/N only grew stronger, despite his initial disappointment. He couldn't shake the thought that there was something between them, a connection that went beyond mere attraction. He couldn't let go of the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for them to be together.

Unable to bear the weight of his emotions any longer, Yunho decided to confront Y/N. He found her after dance practice one evening, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached her.

"Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?" Yunho asked, his voice unsteady with nerves.

Y/N turned to him, a curious expression on her face. "Sure, what's up?" she replied, her brow furrowing slightly.

Yunho took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I need to ask you something," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "Why did you go out with me if you already had a partner?"

Y/N's eyes widened in confusion, her mind racing to make sense of his words. "What are you talking about, Yunho?" she asked, her voice tinged with bewilderment.

Yunho took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "I heard you talking on the phone," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You called someone 'baby,' and I assumed... I thought you were in a relationship."

Realization dawned on Y/N's face, her confusion giving way to understanding. "Oh, Yunho," she said, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I think there's been a misunderstanding."

Yunho looked at her, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her to explain.

"I was talking to my little brother," Y/N continued, her voice gentle and reassuring. "I call him 'baby' sometimes, as a term of endearment. He's not my partner – he's just my younger brother."

Relief flooded through Yunho, washing away the weight of uncertainty that had been pressing down on him. He felt a rush of emotions – gratitude, joy, and a newfound sense of hope.

"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions," Yunho apologized, his voice tinged with relief. "I guess I let my insecurities get the best of me."

Y/N smiled warmly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "No need to apologize, Yunho," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "I understand why you were confused. But I want you to know... I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Yunho's heart swelled with gratitude, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in her words. In that moment, he knew that he had found something truly special – a love that was worth fighting for, even in the face of uncertainty.

With their misunderstandings cleared up and their feelings laid bare, Yunho and Y/N's relationship blossomed like never before. They shared laughter, tears, and countless moments of joy, each day bringing them closer together.

And as they danced through life hand in hand, Yunho knew that he had found something truly precious – a love that was worth waiting for, even in the midst of doubt and confusion.

[idlerin]

nonsense — 34. don't care if you ruin me

oikawa’s heart felt so full at the moment, and you weren’t even doing anything. he was just watching you while you became engrossed in the movie he put on the screen, one of the newest romantic comedies he knew would be up your alley. he did start with actually focusing on the movie, but like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t help but gaze at you. the glance turned into staring, he was enamored because you’re just so pretty.

a palm was suddenly in front of him, “stop that,” you scolded.

“stop what?” oikawa couldn’t help but smile, you’re so cute.

“you know! looking at me like that– watch the movie!” you throw the pillow at his face. oikawa laughs and puts the pillow on his lap.

“you can’t blame me. you’re too pretty, how can i not stare, darling?” he pouts, trying to catch your eye but you were insistent on looking at the screen.

“shut up,” you scoot closer to the arm of the couch, while oikawa just finds you even more endearing.

It’s as if he was in a dream, he’d only been wishing he could be this close to you in a familiar way again. he’s thankful for his achievements and his career, but lately, he’s even more grateful that you gave him another chance.

“[name]...” he calls softly, head leaning back on his couch.

“hm?” you put only half of your attention on him, half on the actual movie.

“can i hold your hand please?” oikawa’s own hands were twitching to reach out and form some sort of contact with you. he was clingy, he already knew that, you knew that.

there were a few seconds of silence before you spoke again, “...okay.”

you reached out your hand and oikawa didn’t even hesitate to grasp it, intertwining his with yours and then pulling it closer so he could place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. it made him feel giddy, doing these kinds of gestures to you again. he missed it, he missed you, so much.

“thank you, [name]. i wouldn’t be where i am right now if it weren’t for you,” oikawa said, it made your head turn towards him, the light of the movie on the screen accentuating your features. your brows were furrowed in confusion or slight irritation, oikawa couldn’t tell.

“don’t give the credit for your hard work to me, you’re the reason you achieved so much,” you argued, he guessed the furrow was because of slight irritation. “you’ve done so much for your career, that’s not on me, that’s all you.”

“you’re one of the reasons i persevered,” oikawa said honestly. whenever he had thoughts of giving up because it seemed hopeless, or whenever he felt so tired, he thought of you, and what you’d think, and what you would’ve done. you were his strength, something he held onto despite not having the right. you were— and are— everything to him. 

“well–” he shushes you by putting a finger to your lips.

“thank you, [name]. let me thank you, not just for that, but for being here with me right now. you make me so happy, darling,” oikawa places another kiss on the back of your hand. he watches as you look away again.

“why are you being so sentimental today? it’s making me tear up,” you bit your lower lip. it makes oikawa smile, you’re still easily flustered.

“i want to do better this time,” oikawa says, gripping your hand firmer.

you become quiet for a few moments, “what if… what if i don’t? what if i don’t do better this time?” he watches as you fiddle with the cover of the throw pillows with your free hand, you were still avoiding his gaze.

“then we can work on it together,” oikawa will make sure everything is better. he doesn’t know what he will do if you slip away from him again.

“tooru, can i say something that’s been bugging me a lot?” when you finally meet his eye, oikawa’s smile disappears because of worry.

“why? what’s wrong?”

“well.. I just.. I’ve been thinking of your career and stuff. i’m just worried that being with me would ruin it, you know, everything you’ve worked so hard for. it’s silly but i’ve been thinking a lot about what happens after we’re– after everything between us is– okay, because it’s not just thinking about you and me, it’s thinking of the people around us and how they would affect us as individuals and our relationship. i know that it’s our relationship and other people shouldn’t matter but it does and i don’t know what to do or what to think if ever you have to be in a situation where you have to choose between me and your career because i don’t want you to choose.”

you let out a breath after saying all that in one go, the audio of the movie now seeming like murmurs. 

“but i would hope you’d choose me… and that’s such a selfish thought because i don’t want you to choose me, i would make you choose your career. i don’t want to ruin your career, i don’t want to ruin you.”

oikawa wants to mention how losing you again would ruin him. he would want to choose you too, but both of you know that he couldn’t just let go of his career that easily. it’s his dream, what he really loves to do, and he loves you too. can’t he have everything?

he almost wanted to reply that he didn’t care if you ruined him.

“you won’t ruin me,” as long as you stay by my side, “how could you ruin me when you’ll always be the reason i’d persevere? and that won’t ever change, [name],” he gives you a serious look to show how sincere he was, “i’m sorry being with me put those thoughts in your head, i swear that in whatever that comes, we’ll overcome it, and there won’t ever be a situation where i’d have to choose my career over you. it’s not possible because i won’t let it happen, i promise,” oikawa caresses your hand.

“how arrogant of you, oikawa-san,” you attempt to make things more light-hearted after bringing the mood down.

“would i be oikawa tooru if i wasn’t the least bit cocky?” he plays with you, that line made you chuckle.

“at least you’re self-aware,” you jokingly roll your eyes.

“darling… can i hold you?” oikawa was suddenly hit with the urge of wanting to hold you close. It was mostly because of the talk you just had, but partially because he always wants to be holding you.

you raise a brow at him, “you’re already holding my hand.”

“please?” oikawa grips your hand a little bit tighter because you might take it back if your teasing persists.

“you’re getting so much from me today, tooru,” you pretend to sigh while scooting closer to him. oikawa’s expression lightens up as he uses his free arm to place you closer to him, to the point where your head is on his chest.

oikawa patted your hair as he hummed in contentment, “you’re addicting.”

it makes you smile, you like how this moment is a complete change of mood, and that’s why you let another set of silence commence to bask in the comfort before speaking, “hey tooru… you promise, okay?”

“i promise.”

masterlist — previous | next

✦ fun facts !

oikawa has a box where he keeps old photos of him and [name] (part of his moving on process was that he was supposed to throw it away, but he never could)

oikawa loves listening to previous songs [name] dedicated to him whenever he misses her so badly.

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — guess whos back 😎 back again 😎 HI GUYS IVE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH (its not like i was totally ia but its still different yk) ts been like 3 months JAHDEJSJ how are u guys??

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[i-believe-in-melinda-may]

So, this is just a really rough draft of the first chapter, but i wanted to share to see what people think so far

May 31st 2018

When you’ve existed for eternity, there aren’t a lot of experiences that are new, but what Rio Vidal, also known as Lady Death, feels when A Mad Titan snaps his fingers, harnessing the power of all six infinity at once, is definitely a new experience.

As the universe unsurprisingly falls into chaos Rio realises feels something else that she has never felt before that the wall vale between life and death is thinner than it has ever been. Not caring about the consequences, not knowing if what she wants to do is even possible but knowing that she has to try Rio puts all her focus, all her power, into one goal; getting to her son who died one hundred and fifty five years ago.

After spending eternity delivering people to where they need to go after they died Rio has visited the vale many times, what she hasn’t done is cross over it herself. Punching threw the thinning vale Rio just focuses on her son, wiling to be with him, and as she travels through the realms, she’s spent eons delivery people to but never visiting herself, Rio feels her strength slipping away from her, like she has the weight of everything pushing against her, trying to pull her to back to where she came from, but she doesn’t care, all she cares about is getting to her son, her Nicky.

Having no idea how much time has passed Rio finally hears a laugh she has never forgotten;

“Nicky! Nicky, can you hear me!” Rio exclaims, doing her best to look around, but it’s almost like her eyes don’t work, a sensation she has never experience before.

“Mommy?” Nicky’s voice asks, and Rio sees what she thinks he is, looking just the same as when he died at seven, except not sick, and without a doubt Rio knows that is really him, she can feel that his soul feels the same, it feels like the incredible mix of her and Agatha that he is and because of that she knows, without a doubt, that he is her Nicky.

“Yeah Nicky! It’s me, I need you to come to me, Mi Conejito, follow my voice, can you do that?” Rio asks as and what feels like a couple of seconds later Rio sees him come closer to her.  

“MOMMY!” Nicky yells excited, and even though neither of them have physical forms at the moment the only way Rio can describe what she feels next is the feeling of hugging her son once more.

“Oh, I’ve missed you, so much,” Rio says to her son.

“I’ve missed you too, and Mama,” Nicky says.

“Do you want to be with us again, Nicky?” Rio asks, speaking quickly as she doesn’t know how long she has until she is forced out of this realm. “Would you like to come with me?” Rio asks.

“I do! I want to be with you and Mama,” Nicky confirms.

“Then I need you to hold onto me, okay, really tight,” Rio says, having no idea if this is going to work but needing to try. “No matter what, don’t let go, okay, don’t let go,” Rio says to her son. “Can you do that?” Rio asks.

“I can Mommy,” Nicky says as he ‘jumps’ into her arms, and as he ‘wraps’ his legs around Rio’s waist Rio holds onto him tighter than she has ever held onto anything and stops fighting the sensation trying to force her to go back. The second Rio stops fighting she can feel herself being flung backwards, and all she focuses on is holding Nicky, holding him tight, and not letting him go.

(line berak)

After being flung back the next sensation Rio feels is pain, something she hasn’t felt a whole lot of, but as she opens her eyes and looks around Rio realise two things. The first is that she is lying on her back in a field, the second is that she isn’t alone.

“Nicky! Nicky!” Rio yells as she moves, with some difficulty, to where her son, who once again looks exactly the same as before he got sick but is actually wearing the pyjamas he was wearing when he died. Getting to Nicky’s side Rio doesn’t hesitate for a second before she reaches out to him to her absolute relief, he is solid, he is real. “Nicky?” Rio asks, her voice breaking. “Nicky, can you open your eyes?” Rio asks and for the first time in over a hundred and fifty years Rio sees her son open his eyes and look at her.

“Hi Mommy,” Nicky says.

“Hi Mi Conejito,” Rio says, tears of joy coming to her eyes as she never thought this was possible, and she quickly pulls Nicky into her arms.

“Mommy, am I alive?” Nicky asks as he hugs his mother, not even complaining that his mother is hugging him so tightly that it almost hurts.

“Yeah, Nicky, yeah you are,” Rio says as she continues to hug her son, feeling, below the current chaos of the universe, that not only is her son alive, but he is perfectly healthy too.

“Good,” Nicky says, as he very much wants to be alive. “Mommy? Where’s Mama?” Nicky asks, looking around and not seeing his other mother, who he also deeply missed.

“I don’t know,” Rio admits, as she forces herself to let go of her son so she can look at him, as seven years after Nicky died her love, her wife, Nicky’s other mother, Agatha Harkness, obtained the Darkhold and used it to hide from her; that damn book being the only thing powerful enough to hide a person from Death. “But Nicky, I promise, we’re going to find her,” Rio says, knowing that no matter what it takes she will find Agatha, she will reunite her with their son.

“Pinkie promise?” Nicky asks, looking up at his mother.

“Pinky promise,” Rio says and the two of them do just that.

“Good, I miss Mama too,” Nicky admits.

“Me too,” Rio says, and once she does she has to close her eyes for a second as her vision has gone blurry.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Nicky asks concerned, as he can tell that something doesn’t seem right, his mother doesn’t ‘feel’ as ‘strong’ as she always used to feel.

“Yeah, I think I’m just a little tired,” Rio tells him, but she has a nagging feeling that crossing through the vale like she just did used more of her strength than she realised. “So how about we find somewhere to stay tonight,” Rio says, being sure that with the chaos of everything that has just happened she is going to be able to find them a place.

“Okay Mommy,” Nicky says, and with some difficulty Rio manages to get to her feet.

Once Rio is on her feet, she takes off the thin jacket she is wearing and puts it around Nicky who has also gotten to his feet, as while it isn’t much it will give him some warmth.

“Do you think you can walk?” Rio asks Nicky.

“I think so,” Nicky responds.

“Okay, let me know the second you need me to carry you,” Rio tells her son.

“I will,” Nicky promises as he reaches out and takes his mother’s hand.

As she once again feels her sons’ hand in hers, something she even let herself believe she would feel again, Rio starts to walk, each step feeling like it is taking everything in her, but knowing she can’t stop until she gets Nicky to a safe place.

(LIne break)

For almost an hour Rio and Nicky walk together, Rio not letting go of her sons hand for even a split second as she realises that there is definitely something wrong with her, until they finally they get to a little village. Considering what she knows Thanos has just done Rio isn’t surprised to find that this little village on the Isel of Man is pretty empty.

Using that for her advantage Rio first takes Nicky to market where she collects enough food for a few days as while she doesn’t need food, though she does enjoy it especially when cooked by Agatha, Nicky does, and she knows, without a doubt, that she is always going to make sure her son has everything he needs.

Once food is taken care of Rio leads Nicky over to the inn, where she breaks into a room for them, being pretty sure that no one is going to care about a little breaking and entering with everything else going on. As she wanted to make sure they would be safe Rio broke into the room in a way where she would still be able to lock the door, which is exactly what she does as Nicky walks over to the bed.

“Mommy? What’s wrong?” Nicky asks worried as he sits on the bed, and Rio, with some difficulty, puts the food down on the table, and squats down in front of him.

“Mommy’s a little tired, Mi Conejito. So, I’m going to make sure we’re safe, and then I’m going to sleep for a little while,” Rio says, knowing that when he died Nicky was too young to understand that his mommy doesn’t sleep. “While I’m asleep you can’t leave this room, okay? The bathroom is through there,” Rio says, pointing to it, feeling herself become weaker with every word “So use it when you need, and we have plenty of food, but you cannot leave this these rooms, and you can’t let anyone in,” Rio explains.

“What if it’s Mama?” Nicky asks, having so much faith in his Mama that they will be able to find them, no matter what.

“If it’s Mama let her in,” Rio says, though she very much doubts Agatha will suddenly appear, in fact, she doesn’t even know if Agatha survived Thanos’s extermination, something she is doing her best not to think about, as while she always believed, no matter what Agatha did, that she would able to feel it if Agatha as actually died, with the chaos that the universe is currently in that’s not even something she be certain off. “But no one else,” Rio explains, reaching out and pushing Nicky’s dark hair out of his face. “I need you to be brave, Sweetheart, can you do that?” Rio asks.

“I can do that, Mommy,” Nicky promises.

“Good Boy, I’m so proud of you, I love you so much,” Rio says, needing her son to know that.

“Love you too,” Nicky responds, and once he does Rio stands up, stumbling a little as she does.

Once she is standing up Rio uses the last bit of strength, she has to put up runes to keep Nicky safe, knowing that whatever is happening to her is worth it because she knows Nicky is okay, before collapsing on the bed just as the last rune is in place.

Tag: @valeery , @oceanxwaves

[ursaminder]

Thinking this morning about Sydney Adamu, as one does. I mean, look at her, for a start.

I feel like I’ve focused more on Carmy in dissecting the show, and am realizing that that’s maybe because Sydney hits closer to home for me.

From about 2010-2015 I was a baker. I started working out of a friend’s cafe kitchen after hours, selling at farmers markets. I graduated to having my own trailer kitchen, parked out in front of my parents’ house, and then I got the opportunity to go in with a couple of friends and open a brick and mortar shop.

It was…hard. The hardest I’ve ever worked. It was 12-18 hour days, most days. I took home $1000 a month to live on. I moved back in with my parents. My feet hurt so much I was worried I’d permanently damaged them. I was always sticky with sugar and sweat. I think people who have never worked food service, or even only worked it part time, have no idea how emotionally and physically draining it is to do it all day, every day.

And then it closed, as food businesses regularly do, and that was that. There are still leftover bits and bobs from the business in my parents’ house. I feel like I’m constantly turning up something new every time I visit. And so watching Sheridan…the moment when we see the catering company boxes in Sydney’s room hit me like a ton of bricks.

Because I know exactly how that feels, waking up in your childhood bedroom and then seeing the detritus of the life you were trying to build, the future you had a vision for. You pour so much of yourself, body and soul, into an industry that will never thank you for it by making your life easier, but will just keep piling on more work.

I understand Syd’s dad not wanting her to go through that again. My bakery closing was devastating, but the work that went into it first was almost just as crushing, and the payout non-existent. He watched her struggle and sweat and not have any time or energy for anything else in her life for however long Sheridan Road ran, and then he watched that dream shatter and his little girl move back in with him with a stack of boxes. And now she wants to do it again, but with much higher overheads, and some white guy he’s never met? It would be strange if he wasn’t scared for her.

But it makes sense of why Sydney isn’t scared off by the Beef. She’s been in the trenches. She knows all the sad, bleak realities of the business. But the Beef gives her what she didn’t have before— a brick and mortar location, and a partner. It’s no wonder to me that she clung on tight, because I did the same when I got the chance. It’s no wonder she bristled at Carmy having creative control, when she was used to having it herself and wanted it more than anything, wanted it enough to give up working at some of the best restaurants in the US to have a chance at it.

Anyway I don’t have a larger point here, except to say that I see her and her dream, and the fact that she’s still standing and trying to make it in this industry is a testament to her strength. I see people not get that, and I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that I do. And I’m rooting for her.

[thrashkink-coven]

A few weeks ago Lord Hermes very clearly and repeatedly told me my career was going to be slightly shifting soon. and because I was so incredibly anxious about the prospect of that, I tried denying it. Oops much have picked the wrong tarot card 5 times in a row. Oops sorry Hermes you’re cutting out oof bad signal sorry. What was that? Career change? Idk what you’re talking about. Let’s not fuck with my finances pls ☺️

Well :/ It’s happening now. And it’s not as a deal as I’ve made myself worry it would be. Just a slight lifestyle change, a bit more effort, a couple more things to do in a day. I got the news from my work yesterday, and last night Hermes visited me to “I told you so” and idk why but in that dream I was very sour about it. and he said something along the lines of

“a few months ago you were begging me for new opportunities because you were so eager to do something new. I told you to slow your role because new things are coming and now that they’re here you want to go back to your comfy corner and do nothing.”

and I was like yeah, I know. I need a hard kick in the ass and some new motivations, a new chapter, new projects. I just get anxious at having to get used to new changes. What if I fall short? What if I mess up because I try TOO hard? What if it’s difficult and overwhelming? What if I lose motivation and get stuck again?

And Hermes was kind of like “you know how Im ✨super fast✨ and cool, and you’re like… really slow?”

😒

“Well that’s actually just a trick of the eye. Every time I roam the skies, I have to get to my destination in a timely manner. Very important business. But Im not actually focused on going all that fast. In fact, I take my time to enjoy the journey. Every boundary I cross, I do so leisurely, because there’s nothing to be gained from rushing and worrying all the time. I’m always in the space between spaces, I’m very comfortable with the discomfort that comes with it. I got so damn good at it that I got faster and faster every time I tried. Now I go so fast, people don’t even realize how slow I’m going.

Basically, I never told you you had to adjust to everything right away, or that you’re going to seamlessly blend into every new chapter. Appreciate your surroundings for once. Appreciate the act of being unsure and take your time until you’re ready to pick up the speed. You can float on the water or fight against it, regardless, the waves are still going to come. And regardless of whether or not you want to sink like a rock, the tide will still move you. You’ve already won, so stop worrying so much about losing, cause my devotees aren’t losers”

So… anyways… I asked Hermes to help me start a small business with my friends selling art and clothes. The new hours will give me some extra cash to buy supplies finally. The added exercise will also help my mobility so I can slowly build up my strength and not be tired all the time- which will give me the motivation to make art and stuff. My disability is worsened by over exhaustion but it is also worsened by stagnation, so maybe a better balance of moving + resting will actually be better in the long term. Plus I’ll have a better opportunity to source supplies after work on my way home. Lord Ra has really been begging me to get outside more while the summer sun still lasts, maybe this is the catalyst I needed. Maybe I’ll do a spell for abundance and courage later.

Thanks, Hermes.

[xinsareforever]

KINKTOBER DAY 2:BREEDING KINK

Chipp Zanuff x AFAB!reader

A/N: FOR YOU MORBBB

Tags: Smut, Breeding, Mentions of kids

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At the eastern Chipp Kingdom, You and Chipp loved to look at the scenery everyday 9am when sunset and at sundown. This time you decided to set something up in the “Minka” (House) to switch it up for the both of you; It was really special too! He was not home at the moment so you spent most of your time preparing all of it. You put up the last thing in the bedroom. (It was very silly and Chipp would like it !). As the time flew by, You heard the front wood door sliding open.

C: “Dear, I’m home!” No response “Name??”[He looks around the house knowing you were home]

(why not surprise him?)

Chipp opens the bedroom door to see.. A fort made out of blankets? Who could ever possibly do this? Well of course his Wife/Girlfriend would— Chipp starts to become excited before he’s rushing in to the bed fort you made. A lantern in the middle of the fort, also you in there aswell. You see his clothing and immediately tell him change.

C: “Cmonn I’m not THAT bad, I barely did nothing..W-Well sorta”

“Please >:(”

C:”Again its not that bad babeee- [He lays down on a pillow]”

You try hitting him with a pillow but it ended up not working because your dealing with Chipp here. He suddenly disappears on top of you then pins you down to the soft blanket. “You’re gonna have to be quicker dear” He gives a cheeky grin. Your face starts to get red as his muscular toned body was on top of you.

C:”Y’know now {Name} I missed you alot he gets closer to you”

Your body stops trying to struggle at that point since it was mostly useless. You respond to him, “I missed you aswell..”. Chipp starts to give a soft smile but you knew something was behind the sweet and sincere smile as he started to nibble on the crook of your neck. You place your hand on his head meanwhile he does his thing. You start to plead that you needed him for how long hes been gone. You both started to have a “feeling” of want and need for each other.

You both get into a heated Make out session with each other filled with ecstasy and desire fore eachother as you two feel eachothers body. You help Chipp remove his clothing as you two break out the kiss. Chipp of course did the same for you. There you both are completely naked.

C: “I apologize for how long i’ve been gone, dear”[he says in need for you]

You start to rush him a bit saying that you need him alot. He did not mind at all but the position was heated.. a MATING PRESS. Chipp apologizes again saying that he cannot help himself but he just has too. The thought of a family had always got him happy. Why not add them into your lives? Chipp asks for your consent for what he’s going to do you agree with him. He slowly insert himself into you. You let out a moan as he starts to only going halfway to prevent hurting you.

You tap him twice to let him start moving himself. He slowly starts to move himself in and out of you. You start to praise him more, as you try and make small talk with him while your moans were still present. Chipp giving you kisses as he focuses on his pace but he was holding himself back from absolutely ravaging you.

-buttt thats not what we want

You start to comment on his pace saying that his pace was slow and that he should go a bit faster. The muscular ninja takes it on as a challenge to see who cum’s first is the loser, which he did not ant to be so he starts to hasten his pace as your moans had started to grow louder as well. He loved every last bit of that. I mean he does prefer speed of strength. He loved every last bit of you from head to toe giving you sweet kisses; contemplating under his breath saying how he loved your sweet pxssy. You were too drunken under the pleasure of him pounding your pussy to the point you just released all over his cxck.

C:” You lost !! My turn!”

You felt as if your legs were going to give out at this point from his speed and pressure he was applying to your bottom half. Chipp starts to say his sweet pleasures of bearing a child with you as he held you tighter making sure you don’t give out on him. He starts to get sloppy as he starts to release his thick load into your womb trying to still move to make sure its filled in you, steep and not able to come out. He groans you name trying to give his final thrusts inside of you.

C:”N-NAME? Are you okay? Yes no maybeee?” You try to give a small nod saying that he did good. lets say Chipp was really proud of his work and was excited that a child was definitely on the way. A mini Zanuff

;;;

Answer was gonna try to ask about something but you two were busy-

[stardusthuntress]

The Right Attire

Hunter x AFAB!reader 

Word Count: ~4.6K

TW: reader has anxiety and some vague, poor past experiences with attempting to be sexy; Hunter is a sweet, comforting, feral partner; the anxiety thing is just a vague attempt at plot so it’s not just smut, but really it’s mostly smut anyways, hehe! Basically, this begs the question: how would Hunter react if his partner put on something tempting and sexy? Needless to say: minors begone!

A/N: I found the below pic on pinterest (I know, not the best way to cite something, sorry, and sorry for the terrible quality of the image!) and it inspired me to write a fic about something similar! I’ve wanted to do something like this but always struggled with it, just like the girl in the image, and I thought this might be a good way to work through those nerves. Feels weird saying I relate to it though, considering I look very different than the depicted female… but I'm not sure why I feel weird about it, I know I shouldn't feel weird about that considering I can still relate to it... Anyways tho, reader isn’t described in detail except to say that she has female body parts so hopefully this works for you regardless of whether you can relate to the image or not! I loved the comments on the image, so hopefully you can still read those too!

I'm considering making this into a series of sorts with one fic for each of the batchers, considering how they would each respond to a partner doing this for them. But I'll probably only do that if people like the idea? What do you guys think? Comments on this idea are welcome!

Just in case it needs to be said again, minors DNI!!!

She was nervous, there was no way around it. She’d only done something like this once, and it hadn’t even remotely gotten the desired effect. To say the least, she’d been flat out ignored. And she hadn’t even gone all out for that partner like she did this time. She didn’t want that experience to hold her back, she wanted a chance to be free to do fun things like this when she wanted for her partner, knowing it would be fun for both of them. But the fear that it would once again be received as poorly as it had last time wouldn’t let her go. It wouldn’t let her pack up the courage and step through the open doorway that she was hiding next to. She leaned against the wall, trying to pack up the courage to just do it. Instead her fears were getting the better of her. With every passing second, she felt less and less like she would ever be able to walk though that door like this. But she’d put so much effort into it, finding the right red and black lace lingerie set that was the right combination of attractive (to catch his eye and hopefully make him just a little feral) and modest (to make her feel okay enough to actually put the damn thing on). But with every second that passed she only succeeded in convincing herself she was not ready for this. 

Her fingers gripped the edge of the door jam tightly to keep from trembling. Hunter was in the other room, doing his own thing, with no idea what she was going through in the hallway. Or so she thought. 

In the other room, somewhere in the recesses of his mind, Hunter had sensed her presence approaching. But he didn’t tune into it until his subconscious informed him that she had been standing just out of view in the hallway for quite some time without ever actually entering the room. 

Worried, he turned towards the door, but didn’t make any moves towards it just yet. Using all his heightened senses to the max in an attempt to figure out what was bothering the woman he loved so much that she wouldn't enter the room. On the edge of the door jam, resting where she thought he couldn’t see it, her fingertips peeked into the room. The pads of her fingers were white from the strength of her grip on the doorframe. 

Hunter stood still and focused on her fingertips for a moment. He could hear her heartbeat. It seemed rather frantic or nervous. And she kept taking deep breaths. They were soft, and barely audible, even to his ears, but clearly nerves. 

Suddenly those fingertips slipped away from the doorframe, and he could hear the soft padding of her feet slip away across the hallway, retreating towards their shared room as quietly as possible. That’s when he knew he had to do something. 

With a few quick steps he burst into the hallway to catch his lovely partner before she tried to deal with it all by herself again. He wanted to be there for her for everything, whether or not she needed him there. 

It wasn’t until he slipped a gentle arm round her waist as she tried to cross into the bedroom that he figured out what it must have been related to. Instead of her usual cotton comfort clothes, his arm brushed against the softest silky material. That was new. She never wore anything except her favoite lounge clothes when they were at home. This was a silken robe that she seemed to be desperately pulling tighter around her as she tried to avoid his eyes. He could feel her heart rate speeding up with nervousness as she glanced desperately around the floor, but for what he wasn’t sure.

Carefully, he spun her towards him so he could figure out what it was. His arms cradled her to him gently, knowing she was too nervous to look at him right now. Instinctively, he pulled her face to his chest so she wouldn’t feel forced to look at him if she didn’t want to. His hands ran up and down her back and arms to soothe her, but beneath the silken robe he could feel her trembling. 

“What’s wrong, Love?” Hunter’s calm voice matching the gentle strength with which he held her. 

“Nnn-nothing,” she mumbled against his bare chest, the turmoil of getting caught by the very man she had initially wanted to catch her 20 minutes ago, but now wanted to hide from, swirling through her mind, turning her thoughts to mush. 

“I know you better than that,” Hunter whispered against her temple, one hand stroking her hair, the other pausing to rub the sleeve between his fingers. “What’s this pretty, soft robe?” He asked softly, no pressure to answer if she didn’t feel up for it. 

“Don’t worry about it… it’s… not important,” she mumbled again. 

He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, hands returning to running up and down her back, comfortingly. As his hands continued up and down in soothing patterns, he noticed the silky fabric seemed to catch every so slightly on what felt like swirling patterns of fabric beneath the thin material. He could feel her legs against her own, no soft pants keeping her even softer skin from his. And he could smell her natural musk stronger than usual. That implied she wasn’t wearing much under that delicate little robe. He hugged tighter, thinking she must be cold, swaying back and forth just a little. 

Suddenly he stilled, her reasons for sneaking around with a soft robe and little to nothing else beneath it became clear to him. He pulled back a bit, so he could look down at her. She felt him pulling back and looked up at him with a worried expression. But his eyes weren’t looking at hers, his eyes were more focused on where her hands still gripped the opening of the robe to pin it tightly closed, as though she was afraid to let him see more of her beneath it. 

His eyes skimmed her trembling form, then returned to her eyes. “Is this…?” He couldn’t keep his eyes on her worried expression, he kept glancing at her white knuckled grip on the robe. He wrapped one hand around hers, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. “It’s alright Love, you know I love you.” He crooned, forehead resting against hers so he could look into her watery eyes. Her hands were relaxing just a little beneath his comforting movements. 

They stood still, just breathing for a few moments. His presence and gentle habits soothing her nerves, allowing her grip on the hem to loosen ever so slightly. 

“May I?” He asked, ever so slightly beginning to try to tug her hand away from clutching the robe shut. 

She tensed against him, worry painting her brows as she looked away. 

“Please?” He asked so politely, “It’s okay, I’ll be gentle, I promise.” 

She closed her eyes for a second, and took a deep shuddering breath. It was then hat he knew he’d wait an eternity for her to feel comfortable enough to open up to him. 

“I’ve got you,” he crooned, “I’m here for you. You can say no.” He waited patiently, rocking gently, and holding comfortingly. 

After a few moments, she trembled less and he could feel her relaxing against him again. Slowly, her grip on the edge of the robe slipped away. 

Conscious she seemed nervous to let him see, he decided he needed to do more to reassure her. So he scooped her hand into his own, and brought her graceful fingers to his lips. His eyes closed automatically when he kissed her knuckles. And when his lips departed from her hand, they didn’t move far. His lips and breath still danced over her hand, as his eyes slowly opened. His half-lidded eyes found a look of surprise and awe in hers as she watched him intently. 

His gaze slowly trailed back down to the hem of the robe now resting on her chest. The tiniest hint of lace peeked out of the edge as he ran the back of his fingers down the line between fabric and the woman he loved. Ever so gently so that she barely even felt it, he let one finger slip beneath the edge, and he rubbed the soft fabric between his fingers. 

“I like this material,” he murmured, thoughtfully, going slowly to give her more time to decide if she was okay with this. 

She smiled shyly, ducking her head, afraid to admit she was glad he’d a) noticed and b) liked the fabric. She’d tried to think through every detail, not sure how any of the fabrics nor lace patterns would pair with his heightened senses. The corner of her lip twitched up as she looked away, heat rising in her cheeks. Despite her initial panic, maybe this was going okay after all? Her extra effort seemed to be paying off, so far. 

She took a deep breath as Hunter pulled back enough that he could untie the robe and begin to unwrap her frightened exterior. 

He watched her face carefully as she closed her eyes and took one more deep breath, before looking back at his eyes and nodding at him; her way of giving him permission to continue with his current actions. 

Hunter smiled and let his eyes return to the tie looped round her middle. The loose knot came undone without much effort, allowing the fabric panels shielding her from his eyes to slip away. 

Hunter’s jaw hit the floor, and his eyes widened. HIS colors adorned her in the most delicate and beautiful little lace number he’d ever seen. 

“WOW,” he whispered, unable to restrain himself. His self control was wearing thinner and thinner with each passing second. Slow enough that she could easily push him away if she didn’t want it, his hands reached for her hips. 

She’d looked away when she finally let him reveal herself to him. Fear of a repeat of a lack of appreciation for her effort distorting the hope in her minds eye. But his whispered awe and the way his fingertips danced over the details as he carefully examined the pretty patterns of roses and skulls woven into the lace, brought her attention back to him. 

The way he kept licking his lips and swallowing hard as he admired every detail, captured her attention. She’d never had a partner as hungry for her as he was in that moment. His eyes roamed every inch, as he fingers followed, far more soft and appreciative than she’d ever expected a former soldier could be. 

His desperate gaze returned to her face as his arms wrapped around her hips, and he let his forehead rest against hers as he stole one more glance downward. Words were not within his capacity anymore. 

Her palm found it’s way to his chest, just to rest, settling comfortably there. To her surprise, his chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried desperately to get his hormones under control. He quickly moved one hand from her back to her hand on his chest, holding it against the bare skin of his chest so she could feel his heartbeat like he could always sense hers. 

“Damn, woman. You look gorgeous!” His whispered fervently against her temple, he could barely control himself anymore. 

She giggled and hid her face in his neck, letting the occasional giggle surface as she too tried to get her breathing patterns back under control too. 

As she nestled into his chest and neck, her scent flooded his senses. Hunter leaned his head towards hers, placing a kiss on her check, and letting his nose nudge her ear as he took a deep breath of his favorite scent in the galaxy: her. 

She could feel his length hardening against her abdomen as he clutched her tightly to him, his arms wrapped beneath the robe still draped over her shoulders as he let his nose and lips drift softly down her neck. He began to dot languid kisses across the skin now exposed to him, as they became more and more open mouthed and hungry the farther down her neck and shoulders his lips traveled. 

Unable to hold back any longer herself, she whimpered beneath his ministrations. 

Hunter groaned in response. He knew she never fell apart this easily, she must have really wanted this, wanted him! And boy did he want her badly right now! 

Still standing in the hallway, not far from the bedroom door, his hands gripped her hips and steered her backwards against the wall. 

Leaning heavily against her as he gently pinned her to the wall, Hunter surfaced, gasping for breath as he let his head rest against the wall next to hers. She too was panting heavily, he noticed, but there was something more to it too. 

He leaned back enough to look into her face. She was smiling as she clung to him, but in the dim light from the room he’d left only moments before he could see something glistening on her cheek and in her eyes. She was crying. 

He found himself driven to cup her cheek and use his thumb to wipe the tear track from her beautiful face. 

“Was that okay?” He asked, concerned that he might have let himself go too far, still petting her check with his thumb. 

She laughed faintly, nodding happily. “It was wonderful, Hunter.” She pecked his cheek, but let it linger a bit. Hunter hummed in delight, subconsciously leaning into her affections. 

Hunter racked his brain, trying to figure out why her tears carried the scent of both relief and sorrow when the rest of her suggested they should be purely tears of joy. He wanted her to only feel happiness from a moment like this, so he peppered her cheeks and nose with kisses until she giggled and wriggled a bit in his grasp. 

When he stopped, she nuzzled back into his chest, and he held her tight. He could feel her smiling against him again. Relieved that her spirts were picking up, he placed a long kiss on her cheek. 

“Thank you for taking that so well,” she muttered against the hairs on his chest as her fingers played with them ever so slightly. 

“Why wouldn’t—“ he cut himself off, her former nervousness painting a picture for him that he didn’t like. “Someone didn’t take this well in the past?” He asked, delicately. 

She did her best to hide the tension in her limbs when he asked, but he loved her too much fonot to notice. He could feel the slight inhale and teeth clenching as her posture shifted into one of an anxious insecurity. 

His hands returned to their soothing stroking up and down her back and shoulders and he clutched her to him. 

“Well, I love this,” he stated, using the wall as an anchor as he slid one hand beneath her ass to hoist her into his arms. Feeling her warmth through the sheer fabric and her heartbeat so close to his sparked his hunger for her again, he walked swiftly to the bed and clambered onto it, placing her down on the comfy surface. He leaned back again to let his eyes roam her body again and again. The robe had fallen off one shoulder during his quick adjustments to get her to the comfort of their shared room. She rested on her elbows, biting her lip as she looked up at him, brows furrowed with anxiousness, knees on either side of his hips. “I really love this.” He swooped back down to her, needing to feel her warmth against him again, pressing hot kisses to her neck and upper chest. “Just like I love you.” He whispered in her ear, “so much.” His panting was growing louder and louder as his hands roamed her body. “I will always love you… always!… and things like this.” 

He groaned loudly as she pressed up into him, wanting to feel his hardness where she needed it most. Needing the same, he kicked off his pants and boxers then gripped her thigh and maneuvered it to once again wrap around his hips, like she’d done when he’d picked her up only moments ago. 

In response, she quickly wrapped her other leg back around his waist and locked her ankles behind him. Hunter moaned again in satisfaction, pressing her into the bed with everything he had. There was no holding back now, he needed her to know how deeply he wanted her right now. 

She could feel Hunter losing control, becoming more and more feral with each passing breath that danced across her skin. 

He seemed to be enjoying alternating between the different sensations of tasting her through the sheer fabrics and slipping his hands and tongue beneath them. 

“Will you keep this on for me, Babe?” He asked, panting hard as he searched for her eyes again. 

She shyly glanced away, trying hard to look back at his eyes, but the intensity with which he looked at her made her nervous. She’d never had someone this hungry for her before. It made it difficult to find any words at all to tell him what she wanted, even though she knew that’s what they both needed her to do right now. 

“Oh! Dank ferrik! You want me to take this off of you, don’t you?” Hunter’s excitement was palpable. 

She bit her lip and nodded, eyes finally able to look into his for more than a second or two again, grateful he’d put it to words when she couldn’t. 

Hunter’s restraint snapped when she nodded. His roaming grip on her tightened, his groans deepened, and his lips and teeth became less forgiving as his need to mark his woman in appreciation rose to an all time high. Feral Hunter was loud and needy, and she loved it. 

Her hands gripped him to her with a strength he had only seen on the battlefield as she arched beneath him. One hand fisted in his hair, the other letting her nails scratch their way down his back, making him shiver with arousal. 

His hands still roamed and massaged with intensity as his mouth explored, fervently. 

Too needy to move the pretty lace off of her wetness, he began thrusting against her, making the bed bounce. The friction of the lace spreading the wetness of her arousal across his cock was one of the most amazing sensations, he decided. And based on the way she’d thrown her head back and began meeting his every thrust with one of her own, she must also have liked it as much as he did. 

Desperate to make her fantasies come true, his fingers searched the delicate lace and silky straps crisscrossing her back in a frenzy until he figured out how to get it off of her. 

Suddenly between thrusts she became aware of the cool air of the room on her chest again and realized he had figured out how to unwrap his present. She looked back down at him as his thrusts slowed and found him admiring the soft patterns on her wrappings, before winking up at her and diving down to suck her nipple into his mouth. The force of his thrusts picked up again, making him moan into her breast with every push of his hips. The bed shifted and squeaked beneath them, but they didn’t care. 

Hunter’s strong grip squeezed the plush of her thighs as he massaged and spread them. His lips slipped from her breasts with a pop and began to trail languid, open mouthed kisses down her tummy towards his favorite taste in the galaxy. 

His fingers danced beneath the pretty lace and satin straps, playing first with the lace and then with her folds as his nose nudged her clit. He paused for a moment, breathing deep, letting his nose and lips press against her through the mesh of fabric. 

Without warning, he licked a quick stripe up the lace and plunged a finger as deep into her as her body would let him. 

She arched with a breathy squeal. The feeling of Hunter smirking against her as his lips sought her pearl through the lingerie making her pant harder. When his mouth found it’s goal, he sucked hard, wanting to keep her back arched like that for as long as possible. And just when she thought he might let her relax it, he curled his finger into her, pressing into that lovely spot deep within. 

There was no holding back the impassioned way she cried out with pleasure when Hunter turned feral like this. Once again, she found herself white knuckling the fabric around her, but this time it was the bedsheets as Hunter rewarded her courageous attempt to rile him up with his unbridled, passionate affections. 

She was still panting hard, the arch in her back unrelenting as he massaged a second finger into her to press into that spongey spot. His fingers moved in small circles as he did his best to give her sensations of both thrusting and attention to that little, internal button. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted her tight grip on the sheets. His free hand shot out to slide his fingers between her own. He wanted to feel her desperation for him. He needed to know how good he made her feel. 

Her fingers closed tightly around his own, as he continued to suck on her pearl and swirl his fingers inside her. The circles he rubbed into her insides became more tighter, mirrored only by her grip on his hand. 

As she neared her release, he became desperate to feel her coating his cock as they climaxed together. His need quickly grew into an uncontrollable desire, and he quickly pulled out of her. 

Her squeak of despair only spurred him on as he quickly sucked her juices from his fingers. Only letting his eyes roll back and close for just a moment, before popping back open to focus on her as he crawled hungrily up her body. On his way, he licked a strip across one nipple, enjoying her noises. 

He hovered over her, his hunger evidence in his eyes as they bore into her own. 

“Hunter,” she murmured, voice a little hoarse. 

Hunter smirked, watching her lips for a moment, barely holding himself back from continuing to ravage her as he attempted to catch his breath. 

He licked his lips, finally able to find his voice again, “I need… to be inside you,” he panted. 

“Yes, please!” She whispered against his lips as she tugged him down to bring his mouth to hers again. 

Hunter groaned happily, aware and proud of how often she’d pulled such noises from his lips tonight. 

As she clung to him, he rolled, putting her on top of him, and manuvering her legs parallel to his own. His hands returned to grasping at the plush of her hips, but this time from beneath the stretchy straps. He used his thumbs to coax the last of her garments down her thighs. 

She tried to wriggle off of him to help him get it off, but he wasn’t having it. His hands immediately left her hips, sliding upwards until he could hoist her body higher up his own until her breasts were level with his face, careful not to smack her into the wall behind them. She giggled as he rolled her again, using his tongue on her breasts to encourage her to keep her body flush against his own as he maneuvered her panties from her body. But instead of flinging them across the room, like he usually did, he stashed them under his pillow with one hand, still sucking her breasts as he did so. 

“Oh, Hunter!” She cried out, watching him. 

Hunter chuckled against her, licking his way down her body again, leaning to one side for one last taste of her pussy before again covering her with his own body. His lips sought the companionship of her own as soon as his heat settled over hers. Teeth clashed and tongues entwined, as their arms and legs tangled together. He ground his length down against her wetness, making sure they were both well lubricated as he adjusted his hips to line himself up. 

“You ready, Babe?” He asked, mouth never leaving hers. 

“Hurry up and get inside me, Handsome,” she breathed back against his lips. 

Slow and sensual was no longer on Hunter’s agenda after a request like that. With a groan, he thrust in fast and hard. She arched against him, and he could feel the vibrations of her humming in ecstasy against his tongue as she began rolling her hips against his own. Hunter began to frantically hammer her into the bed, both of their rhythms rapidly deteriorating into erratic patterns as they neared their releases together. The way her walls pulsed, tugging him deeper and deeper with every thrust only urged him to thrust harder. 

“Where?” He gasped, worried he wouldn't be able to pull out in time if she asked for it. 

“IN,” she nibbled his lip, “Inside! Inside!” Her desperation leaving her stuck on repeat for a moment until his tongue distracted her as he moaned in acknowledgement. 

He enjoyed the feeling of her bouncing against him as they both hit their peaks, simultaneously. They both cried out, lips separating, as they skyrocketed into hyperspace, clinging tightly to each other. As he pulsed within her, her fluttering walls continued to tug him deeper and deeper. 

Slowly, each found their way back to the present moment, but made no move to unwrap their intertwined limbs. Instead, they simply remained where they were, reveling in the feeling of their shared wetness as it overflowed. Hunter shifted slightly, enjoying the feeling of tightness still clinging to him. 

She stroked his hair, attempting to fix his bandana, which must have been set askew when she tugged on his hair earlier. 

Hunter laughed as he relaxed against her, using one hand to swipe the bandanna off of his head, and slip it onto hers instead. 

She laughed too, stealing a few more kisses from his lips. 

He propped himself up with his forearms framing her face, and looked down at her, glad that he was able to wipe the insecurity from her mind. 

Beneath him, she continued to lean up and snag kisses here and there, making him chuckle again. He returned his head to the crook of her neck, still on top of her, her legs locked around his waist. 

“Can we stay like this for a while?” He asked, uncharacteristically shy. 

“Yes!” She whispered back, “I’d gladly stay like this until tomorrow morning… if that was something you wanted?” 

Hunter hummed his agreement, and made himself comfortable atop her, tugging a blanket over the top. “Wake you up in the morning to more if you’d like?” He mumbled against her neck, as the sleepiness began to set in. 

He could feel her smile against his hairline as she whispered back, “Yes, please!”

“And can we get you more of these soft lace things?” He asked, his hand playing with the piece he’d hidden beneath his pillow earlier. “And can we do this more often?” 

“I’m glad you liked it that much. I wasn’t sure if you would. Do you want to pick the next one out with me?” She murmured. 

Hunter shivered in anticipation, and licked her neck in answer. 

“I take that as a yes?” she giggled. 

“Mmm-hmm,” he grinned, nuzzling into her hair, “I will gladly help with that!” 

Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it!

Again, please let me know if you think I should make a series with one fic for each of the batchers (and maybe a few bonus Boys in Blue and/or Orange too!)

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